There was much talk at Whitewood Middle School about a girl who wore a zipper-tag around her neck. Most of the new sixth graders were relatively normal; they made jokes in the cafeteria and played games on the blacktop. But, naturally, there were some odd ones: there was Kenzie the wheelchair girl, Jameson the annoying hyperactive, and Kyle, who was freakishly tall (and quiet) for a boy his age. But the one that caught the most shit from the children of Whitewood was a girl who did not seem strange at first. Marynn was easy to pick out of a crowd if one looked closely; she had a zipper-tag hanging from her neck. Kids and teachers alike questioned her, asking her why she chose to make a necklace out of such a mundane object. And she gave a different answer each time. It goes to my luggage. It’s for emergencies. It’s so my fly is never down. I use it to zip lips. Most students found this amusing. But those that decided to be friends with her soon found that she was not like other kids. Many times, she seemed to be talking to herself. And sometimes, she would answer herself. Seemingly speaking to someone invisible, or maybe an imaginary friend. She always disappeared at recess, and returned when it was time for third period. Nobody knew where she went. She often giggled at nothing, as though she were remembering a joke she heard yesterday. And, every now and then, she smelled like dirty laundry, stinking like an average teenager. She didn’t get along well with her peers. Though she was friendly to those who approached her, her idea of ‘playing’ was shockingly violent. She liked to act feral and bite other students if they got anywhere close to her backpack. Over time, Marynn became a point of concern. The students all thought that she was nuts, while the staff suspected trouble at home. Her peers began to steer clear of her, while her teachers started to single her out. And the more they watched, the more they began to question her nature. She sometimes arrived with bites on her neck; bruises and scratches that suggested abuse. But when the teachers took her aside and questioned her, she insisted that her parents were innocent. I just have some very mean cats, the girl assured them. And the staff took her word for it. But they kept a close eye on her. =============================== The bell rang at the end of the day, and the students all clambered to exit the building. But while all of her peers were snatching things from their lockers, Marynn was whispering into hers. Nobody heard what she was saying, nor did they ever see what was inside. But many of them stopped to holler at her. “Mad Mary!” jeered a pack of boys. “What’re you doing that for?” “Miss Jackson, quit doing that,” scolded Mrs. Ellis “You look deranged.” The girl didn’t even look at her grammar teacher, or the boys that taunted her. She was preoccupied with more important things. Some time after everyone else was gone, Marynn had her things together. She threw her bag over her shoulder and left, heedless of the bunny ears hanging out the top. =============================== The familiar chill of autumn air tickled Marynn’s face as she walked out of school. It rushed through her coils and shook up the leaves in the trees behind her, sending a couple tumbling down. She stood for a moment in the breeze, taking in the fresh air and the sound of distant wind chimes. Then, zipping up her violet jacket, Marynn set off down the sidewalk to home. On her way, she spotted trouble: a posse of girls waiting for a ride. They were all the ‘friends’ of Kelsie Newman, one of Whitewood’s notorious social monarchs. Kelsie had the longest, blondest hair in the school, and she figured that made her a person of note. She treated her friends like they were accessories, and everyone else was lower than dog shit. But she had a special spot for Marynn - one that was arguably somewhere in the middle. Lately she’d taken in Marynn as a joke; a ‘pity friend’ of sorts to make her look good. “Marynn. Come here!” Kelsie waved to Marynn, motioning for her to join them. “Lisa and I got new piercings.” Marynn smiled as she stepped into the circle; she was always happy to be included. Kelsie had indeed got piercings to match with Lisa Garcia, her de facto number two. They stood at the other side of the circle, showing off their ears to the group. “They look nice,” remarked Marynn, grinning awkwardly. “I’m getting mine pierced on my birthday!” “Hey, what’s this?” giggled another one of Kelsie’s friends. She grabbed the ears hanging out of Marynn’s bag, and gave them a sharp, upward tug. Out popped a big, black bunny with stumpy legs and big paws. It was soft and squishy, with a smooth casing, and its big glass eyes shimmered in the sunlight. “H-hey, that’s my bunny Furcifer,” stammered Marynn, “Please don’t…” “You had this at school?” inquired Kelsie. “It’s so big! Where do you put all your homework and stuff?” The girls all gasped and began to fawn over it, touching its fuzzy black tail and little pink nose. “Oh my God, it’s so cute,” squeaked Kelsie. “Where’d you get it?” “U-um…” “Why’s it black? I think it’d look better in pink…” “Well…” “Come on, let me feel!” Marynn began to tremble as Kelsie got ahold of the toy and hoisted it into the air. The blonde raised an eyebrow at her as she held the bunny by the ears. “What did you call it again?” “Furcifer…please give him back…” “Furcifer! What a dumb name. He looks more like a…Chris, maybe?” The girls all giggled in unison. Except for Marynn. “Can I have him for a little bit?” whined Kelsie. “Maybe I could give him a makeover…” The girls giggled and poked at the bunny…and things began to get heated. They started to fight over it, tugging it in different directions and moving across the grass. Marynn frowned and balled her fists, her skin turning pure white at the knuckles. Shaking and trembling like an angry beehive. When the girls started to toss the bunny around, that was when Marynn snapped. Lisa Garcia grunted as she was knocked down; she shrieked like a banshee as Marynn bit her arm. She dropped Furcifer immediately and tried to swipe at Marynn’s eyes, but the kid grabbed her bunny and rolled away, crunching leaves beneath her. “Hey! What the heck, Marynn?” Kelsie scoffed as she went to Lisa’s side. “Ew, she bit you. What a freak!” The girls all screamed at Marynn as she ran away, calling her names and swearing from afar. =============================== “How was school?” Marynn huffed as she walked through the door. “Fine, mom…Where’s dad?” “Your daddy’s at work, honey. He got called in again.” Marynn’s mother, Tanya, was making dinner as her daughter came in. She sighed as she laid hot, cheesy macaroni out on a baking dish and sprinkled it with cheddar and paprika. “He was supposed to be off today…” Marynn set her bag on the table and carefully stuffed Furcifer’s ears back inside. “When’s he getting back?” “Later tonight,” answered Tanya. “Till then, I made more mac n’ cheese to help finish off those Thanksgiving leftovers.” “Awesome,” giggled Marynn. She gave her mother a quick hug and then started to walk away. “Marynn.” The girl froze and turned slowly on her heel. “Yes mom?” Tanya was a woman with a fiercely maternal instinct, and Marynn was old enough to detect it. Tension froze all the muscles in her body. She was already worried about Lisa tattling tomorrow, and now she had to play it off in front of mom. “Why’s your hair a mess?” Tanya plucked an orange leaf from the depths of her daughter’s coils. “Were you playing in the damn leaves again?” “Y-yeah. Sorry.” “I swear, child…” Tanya clicked her tongue and turned back to her cooking. “Go get yourself cleaned up.” Marynn nodded, breathing a sigh of relief under her breath. She picked up her bag and headed upstairs, looking back anxiously as she climbed. “And do your homework!” =============================== 9 o’ clock was Marynn’s bedtime, and by that time she was brushing her teeth. She’d done her homework and cleaned her room - all in an effort to ward off stress. She was still anxious about what had happened earlier; and what might occur if Lisa told the principal. Sure, Marynn’s mother would know immediately; she’d have her DS taken for the third time this month. But that was a minor inconvenience compared to the real issue. She had been told, time and time again, that she was not to bring Furcifer to school. If this incident got to the principal, then the bunny would surely be taken away. Whether he was taken by the school or her mother, this was not something Marynn could abide. She couldn’t stand to be away from the bunny for even a second. Perhaps Tanya sensed the stress in her daughter’s shoulders as she combed and picked through the girl’s hair, because her tone had softened a bit more than usual. “Somethin’ on your mind?” “I’m just…school,” answered Marynn. “Nothin’ new, really.” “You know you can tell me if there’s something wrong. If I need to talk to those teachers I will.” “No, it’s fine,” the girl mumbled. “I’m okay.” “If you say so.” Tanya picked another leaf out of her daughter’s hair and sighed as she continued to comb. Soon it was time for bed, and Marynn was tucked in, with Furcifer snuggled up close to her side. “Goodnight, honey.” Tanya kissed her daughter’s forehead. “I love you.” “I love you too,” mumbled Marynn. She pulled her bunny close to her chest and watched as her mother left the room, pulling the door shut behind her. Many slow, painful seconds went by, and Marynn was acutely aware of them. The grandfather clock downstairs - an heirloom from her father’s side - clicked with each second that passed. Time seemed to slow to a crawl at this hour; she knew she’d be waiting for quite a long time. When her mother’s footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs, that was when Marynn dared to sit up. She reached over to grab something: a notebook from the drawer of her nightstand. She cracked it open and thumbed through the pages, looking through hundreds and hundreds of monsters. Each page had one, two, even three creatures drawn within its margins. Many were laid out like diagrams, with some parts labeled with short descriptions. A few pages were filled with swarms of vermin; others were invaded by hulking behemoths. For some, one page wasn’t enough; they stretched out across two or three. Some pages had others stapled to them; addendums, extensions, and extra space added on where needed. And no two monsters were alike, but many of them fell into different families. There were serpents and dragons, goblins and spiders, and many twisted fusions of each. Each monster had a name, a type, a diet, a purpose; none were spared of any detail. Marynn flipped through the notebook as though she were studying for midterm exams. When she found an empty page, she brought her pencil to it and drew. Slowly but surely, a being took shape. One with a long tail and a thick head. It stalked the page with long, reptile legs, and its claws looked large enough to slash arteries. But the claws were not for killing; they were for digging. The real weapon was its tail, which was lined with sharp, bony blades; it hung perilously above the creature’s head, ready to be slung into hapless prey. Marynn sketched the thing, lined it, and cleaned it within a couple hours. Then she set aside a space for a name, a type, a diet, and a description. rip raptor. terror-Lizard. carnivore. it lives underground, with it’s tail sticking out. swings it at any thing that get’s too close! very cute. Marynn was shaken from her focus when she heard the grandfather clock strike midnight. She looked up to the door, checking for the sound of her mother’s snoring. In doing so, she realized that Furcifer was gone. He was no longer sitting on the pillow next to her. Marynn set the notebook down on the nightstand and took a moment to look around her room. She glanced at her dresser, and at her bookshelf. And then she reached down to lift up the blanket, searching carefully underneath. Furcifer was laying near her feet, hiding under the blanket, unmoving. She stared at him for a moment, looking down at his big, dopey smile. Then she lowered the blanket back down, where she could see the lump of his figure near her feet. And then it moved. Inch by inch, completely on its own, the mound made its way towards Marynn’s crotch. It moved as though it were pulled by a string, and she could feel him brushing her thighs. The mound rose slightly, and the blanket fell slightly, revealing Furcifer’s face to the girl. A wicked grin split open from the seam on the plushie’s face. A long pink tongue slipped out between jagged, white teeth. The eyes lit up, glowing orange in the dark. “Wakey wakey, sleepyhead…” Marynn watched with a sweet little smile, giggling as her beloved stuffed rabbit climbed her torso. “Furcifer!” “Hey, little girl,” chuckled the bunny. He grinned from ear to ear, showing the girl his jagged white razors as he took a seat on her chest. “I was about two seconds from eating that Lisa bitch.” “Please don’t,” whimpered the child. She reached up and grasped Furcifer’s pink paws, rubbing them affectionately with her soft little thumbs. “I don’t wanna lose you…” Furcifer scooted forward a bit; close enough that he could put his fuzzy black legs on either side of Marynn’s head. “Lose me? You know I would just come crawling back.” The young girl giggled, though her attention was drawn towards the space between the bunny’s legs. You see, Furcifer was not a stuffed animal. He was a mimic - a creature infecting an inanimate object. Most mimics chose chests, doors, weapons or jewelry…but Furcifer was not like other mimics. He’d chosen a cute little stuffed bunny - the most inconspicuous object imaginable. Still, his habitation of the plushie had obvious signs: his glass eyes glowed red, his teeth were sharp, and there was a warm, pink slit that opened up along the seam of his crotch. As Furcifer brought the slit closer to Marynn’s mouth, the girl felt her stomach tingle. “Where’s Licus?” “Late,” sighed Furcifer. “As fucking usual.” The bunny reached back and placed a pink paw on Marynn’s belly. He took a moment to search for the hem of the child’s shirt before taking hold of it and tugging it upwards. “You know how he is,” assured Furcifer. He grinned and leaned down, gripping her cheeks with his paws. The girl giggled as the plushie’s massive ears draped over her face, tickling her eyes. “That guy would never miss a chance to play with you. He’ll be here. But you need to be quiet this time…we don’t want your momma to hear what we’re doing to you, now do we?” Marynn blushed and shook her head, placing a finger over her lips to indicate her sincerity. “I won’t be loud…” Furcifer’s grin widened, his glass eyes ablaze with twisted delight as he scooted forward one last time, pressing his slit against the young girl’s lips. “Good girl…” =============================== He heard the sounds well before he entered the room. The sweet humming, the sinister laughter, the quiet smack of deep, hungry licking…there were many noises that captured his attention, but none thrilled him as much as the sound of Furcifer sitting on Marynn’s face. He stalked the shadows, unseen at first. He knew that the girl’s mother had not yet fallen asleep, but he was too excited to wait, and he was sure that they felt the same way. He watched with delight as Furcifer moved his hips over the child’s face. Marynn’s saliva soaked the bunny’s casing and the warm organ hidden within. They were having so much fun that they didn’t seem to be aware of him: the presence sculking at the edge of the room. Slowly, desperately, Furcifer turned around, dropping his soft ass onto Marynn’s face and grinding it hard into the girl’s little mouth. She seemed not to mind this at all; in fact, she reached up and wrapped her little arms around Furcifer’s legs, locking him in place. The bunny arched his back, moaning a little louder than he should have as he felt the kid’s tongue flick across his cunny. He started trying to paw Marynn’s panties off her legs, but his paws were a bit too stubby to do the job. He growled under his breath, trying to get his paws under the waistband for several moments, until finally… “Fuck it.” The bunny raised a paw, and three giant, metal claws ripped their way out of his casing. They were still covered in cotton stuffing. With a wicked chuckle, the plushie reached down and cut Marynn’s panties open, pulling the garment apart with his claws. “Mmmph!” The girl pushed Furcifer off of her for a moment, but she could only get out “My panties!” before the bunny smothered her again with his rump. “Relax, slut. We’ll get you new britches from the Lost and Found.” “You know the Keeper doesn’t give things away for free,” spoke a voice from the shadows. They both perked up at the strange yet familiar voice; Furcifer lifted his rump off of Marynn’s face so she could see who it was. The closet door squeaked as it slowly came open. Three glowing green eyes pierced the dark. They saw a pitch-black figure lurking inside - the tall, slender silhouette of a fur-covered thing. Its big, pointed ears twitched as it approached, and its foot claws ripped up the floor as it walked. “Licus!” squealed the girl. She smiled and reached out to him as he approached, and she broke into a fit of giggles as he tickled her with his long, black tail. “What are you doing, little girl?” mumbled the beast. He knelt down next to the bed and hugged her tight. “Your parents aren’t asleep yet…this is risky, you know.” “Fuck em,” hissed Furcifer. He reached back with his claws and spread his rear, showing Licus the little girl spit that soaked his casing. “They couldn’t stop us. Even if they knew.” “My, you two have been busy,” purred Licus. He leaned down over the bed and pressed a kiss to Marynn’s lips; she reciprocated as though it were normal to do so, moaning and opening her mouth so that Licus could taste her. “How does my cunt taste?” sneered Furcifer. A trail of saliva connected their lips as Licus pulled away from the child. “Like cotton.” “Fuck you, cat,” snickered the plushie.“What took you so long?” “I took a wrong turn and came out the wrong door.” Licus moved over to the other side of the bed, crawling onto it and towards Marynn’s legs. “Scared the life out of some Domino’s employees.” “If I had a nickel for every time you got lost in Doorspace I’d be Elon fucking Musk. Get your head between her legs already.” “W-who’s Elon Musk?” whispered Marynn. She didn’t get an answer. Instead, she felt Licus sink his claws into her thighs and pull her legs open. “A-ah! No scratching…” “Shit, I know you like it,” snickered Furcifer. He grinned from ear to ear as he watched Licus do his thing. “Come on, sink your fucking teeth into her…” Licus dropped down to all fours and lowered his head as though he was drinking out of a water bowl. But this was no watering hole; no drink was as sweet as the nectar that came pouring out of Marynn’s underage pussy. Her scent made the cat’s mouth water. “You want Licus to lick your pussy, kiddo?” snickered Furcifer. “I can see those toes curling. You want it bad, huh little girl?” Marynn’s face was red with embarrassment; her stomach churned with sick desire. Furcifer and Licus had been playing these games with her since she was a toddler, and by now she knew it was wrong. But the guilt, the embarrassment, and the knowledge that she was doing something bad…it hit her harder than any drug could. Frantically, she nodded, struggling to squeak out a reply. “Y-yes, please! I…I want it…” “Heheheheh. I thought so.” Marynn had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle her moaning. Perhaps one might expect Licus’s tongue to be coarse, like that of any other cat, but the thing lurking between Marynn’s legs was not a cat, even with so many feline features. In truth, Licus was a bogeyman - a bipedal beast that lurked behind doors and under beds. In fact, any dark, confined space in the world was a place where he could theoretically emerge. Although, the one he found himself passing through most often was Marynn’s closet. “Does it feel good, Marynn?” purred Licus. His razor-sharp teeth glided perilously across the girl’s crotch as he flicked his tongue against her clit. “M-mhm!” the kid whimpered, shutting her eyes as she was licked. “O-Oh…be gentle…” “I think you should bite her pussy,” snickered Furcifer. “You’re a cruel little rodent,” huffed Licus. He pressed his little pink nose against Marynn’s pussy and took a deep, hungry breath. “And you wonder why we don’t let you eat her out anymore.” “Buzzkill! You know she likes it rough.” The plushie leaned over and raised his ass again,placing it down on Marynn’s open mouth. “Get your tongue back in there, kiddo…come on, help me out…” The girl’s tongue found something different as she plunged it back into Furcifer’s cunt. A thick, warm shaft had come out of hiding - she’d pleasured him long enough to coax out his member. But it was only beginning to emerge; she needed to give Furcifer some more attention if she wanted all of him to come out. The girl swirled her tongue around the tip of the bunny’s dick, gliding across the walls of his slit. “Ugh, fuck…” groaned the plushie. He pressed his ass down against the girl’s face. “Figures that a fucking eleven year-old does it better than anyone else…” Marynn giggled, smiling with pride as she lapped at the tip. “Amh I dhoing a googh jobh?” “Fuck, you sure are…” Furcifer looked up at Licus with a horny grin, watching intently as the bogeyman slipped his tongue in and out of the child’s pussy. He got a little more excited than he would care to admit when he saw the beast grab the insides of Marynn’s knees and push her legs back. “Get in there, you fucking beast…” “Never have I met such a vulgar lagomorph,” chuckled Licus. He grinned as he pressed his lips to her cunt, sucking hungrily as his tongue explored. The girl giggled and moaned, curling her toes as whiskers tickled her crotch. “You’re the one sucking on an eleven year-old's pussy,” chided Furcifer. He ground his hips into Marynn’s face, his jaws opening wider with every emerging inch. As his cock emerged, she welcomed it between her lips, and the plushie started to hump her face. “Oh, fuck…that’s right, slut, take it…” Licus picked his head up to glare at Furcifer. “Must you call her that?” “Buht I likhe bein ckalled slut!” squeaked Marynn around the bunny’s cock. “Even so, if she ends up calling herself that in public, she will get in trouble,,” explained Licus. “She’s not gonna do that,” scoffed Furcifer. He rolled his eyes. “Marynn’s a smart girl. Aren’t you, kiddo?” Marynn nodded, running her tongue up and down the shaft of the bunny’s dick as she did. “I’m amazed we’ve never been caught,” sighed Licus. He pressed his nose against Marynn’s cunny again and breathed in her scent. “Mmm…You smell good, Marynn…” Though muffled by Furcifer’s dick, the two monsters could hear her whimpering like an excited puppy. The bunny could feel the heat under his ass; the girl was blushing like crazy. The way she spread her legs for Licus made it obvious that she wanted more. “F-fuck, I’m hard,” groaned Furcifer. He put his paws on Marynn’s chest, using it to support himself while he pumped down into her open mouth. He looked up at Licus, grinning maliciously at him as he made sure the bogeyman was watching. “I get her pussy first.” Licus sat upright and folded his arms. “Says who?” “You got to go first last time, dickhead!” snapped the bunny. He pulled his cock out of Marynn’s face and sighed. “Besides, it’s better if I go first. Stretches her out a little for when it’s your turn.” “D-don’t I get a say?” the kid whimpered. Furcifer responded by sitting down on her face again, smothering her with his plush ass. “You can have her mouth while I take her pussy. We’ll do it doggystyle.” “Aren’t you a little short for doggystyle?” snickered Licus. “Fuck off!” barked the bunny. He folded his arms and looked away. “I can reach just fine, thank you.” “If you say so,” the cat laughed. “Get off her so I can get her ready.” =============================== Soft felt paws spread Marynn’s young asscheeks, and the child raised her rear end higher, shaking it like a whore. Her face was pressed down into Licus’s crotch, her back arched for both monsters. When she was posed like this, Furcifer was eye-level with her asshole when standing upright. With Marynn in such a convenient position, the bunny figured he’d indulge a little. So he dragged his long, slimy tongue from her clit to her anus. “A-ah!” squeaked Marynn, a shiver running up her spine. “Furcifer…” “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” chuckled the plushie. “Now, kiddo…prepare to be fucked.” Licus ran his fingers through Marynn’s coily hair as he watched Furcifer struggle to get into position. “Ngh…come on…almost…! Fuck, come on…just a little more…SHIT!” “Having trouble?” chuckled Licus. “Fuck you!” the bunny snarled. He grunted as he fell from Marynn’s ass, and then he clambered to his feet to try again. Over and over, he struggled to climb up into a workable position, and each time he fell onto the bed. Marynn stopped licking Licus’s barbs for a moment; she looked back over her shoulder at Furcifer and smiled awkwardly. “You can do it! You got this, Furcifer!” “Shut up! I don’t need your encouragement!” The plushie snarled as he tried to clamber onto Marynn’s ass again. “I think…I think I got it…hold on…no, no, no, FUCK!” The bed squeaked as Furcifer fell down once more. Both Licus and Marynn laughed at Furcifer, and they watched as his unsettling grin became an angry glare. “It’s okay, Furcifer,” chuckled Licus. “Shall I fetch you a stool from the kitchen?” “No. I don’t need a fucking stool.” He raised his paw and brought it down across Marynn’s ass - she squeaked as the plushie left a pawprint on her butt. “Marynn! Lower your ass for me.” “You have to say please,” retorted Marynn. She humphed and disregarded the rabbit, turning back to Licus’s crotch so she could gently lick and play with his balls. “Ugh,” hissed Furcifer. He sighed and put his paws on Marynn’s young ass, spreading it once again and gazing longingly at her cunny. So close, and yet so far. He had no choice. “Can you please lower your ass for me?” he grumbled. “Of course, Furcifer!” the kid chirped. “But only ‘cuz you’re cute.” She moved her pelvis downward, lowering her butt until her cunny was more or less lined up with the plushie’s twitching, impatient member. “First of all,” snapped Furcifer as he pressed his dick against her labia, “I am not cute. Second of all, I need you to lift your ass back up for me.” “No! Say ‘Uppies please, Marynn!’” Licus burst out laughing, unable to curb his amusement any longer. He placed a hand on Marynn’s cheek, looking down at her lovingly as she rolled his balls with her tongue. “Marynn, you are so funny sometimes.” Then he looked up at Furcifer expectantly. “Well? You heard the lady.” Furcifer’s claws burst out of his casing; he was trembling with irritation. Perhaps, if he could, he would be blushing. But, angry as he was, he wouldn’t hurt Marynn…and he was too horny to fight her on this. “Please give me uppies, Marynn.” The girl giggled and nodded, pulling her head up from Licus’s balls so she could look over her shoulder at the plushie. “You better hang on tight!” Furcifer wrapped his soft black legs around the girl’s pelvis, and he clung to her waist with his paws. He grunted as the girl picked him up, lifting him with her cute little ass. Once her back was arched all the way and her ass was as high as she could get it, the plushie adjusted his position to ensure he wouldn’t fall. “Gimme her arms,” growled Furcifer. Licus grabbed Marynn’s wrists, and she squeaked in alarm as her arms were forced almost behind her back. Feeling Furcifer’s grip on her wrists always gave her a thrill; though that was nothing compared to when his dick pressed against the entrance of her slick, swollen labia. “Sick little girl,” sneered Furcifer. “Are you ready?” “You’re the sick one, Furcifer…” giggled Marynn. She smiled and grabbed his paws, ensuring that he wouldn’t fall no matter how bumpy the ride got. “I’m ready!” She almost screamed when the bunny’s cock slipped inside of her. Compared to Licus, Furcifer wasn’t very big, but at her age? He was just the right size to fill her nicely. She felt his member slide across her insides as he began to use leverage to pump his dick into her. The girl felt the tension in her arms growing as the bunny used them to keep himself steady. “U-ugh, fuck,” growled the rabbit. “How’s that dick feel, kiddo?” “A…aahn….Oh, F-Furcifer! “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The plushie snickered and picked up the pace. “Let’s fucking go…” Licus was careful not to gag Marynn as he slipped his cock into her open mouth. She could take an impressive amount of dick (certainly more than a girl her age ever should have) but, of course, she had limits. Luckily Licus was well familiar with those limits. He stopped just short of her palate, and the girl slathered his dick with her tongue, trying her best to focus on making Licus feel good. Of course, every time Furcifer pumped his dick into her body, her mind went fuzzy. The way the bunny fucked her made her feel like a woman; like she wasn’t just a 6th grader. He wasn’t afraid to be rough with her, and she liked it. Enough to spit Licus’s dick out so she could call out to the plushie. “F-Faster!” Furcifer snarled and clung to her wrists, using the leverage to pump his hips faster. His plush body didn’t make much noise as it collided with her ass, meaning they didn’t have to worry too much about the noise. Especially when Licus shoved his cock back in her mouth, muffling her moans and sick little whines. Each of the boys looked at Marynn in their own way. The girl could feel it in the way they watched her, touched her, spoke to her…when she looked up at Licus, staring deep into his eyes as she bobbed back and forth on his cock, she could see warmth and familiarity in his smile. Maybe even a little pride. The way his claws ran through her hair, and gently glided across her cheek…she liked it when he touched her. Behind her, the stuffed rabbit, Furcifer, was railing her like an animal. The way he insulted her, spanked her, dug into her hips and yanked at her arms should have irritated her. But something about it gave her butterflies. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so cute. She couldn’t quite place it. Whatever it was, if he wanted to spank and bite her, she knew she wouldn’t stop him. His dick felt too good - filled her too perfectly. All she could do was moan and keep her little ass raised. “Fuck, that feels good…” growled Furcifer. He let out a deep breath as he slowed down, giving Marynn long, deep thrusts. “Your ass’s only gotten better since your seventh birthday…” “You really like my butt, huh?” giggled Marynn. She wiggled it teasingly, just to goad the bunny on. “Mmm…why don’t you-” They all froze in place like statues when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Marynn May Jackson! I know your ass ain’t awake right now!” “Shit!” hissed Furcifer. “It’s your mother!” There was a rustle, a tumble, and a desperate slide. It was hard to tell what was going on in the darkness. Step by step, Tanya ascended the stairs, getting closer and closer to the bedroom door. The monsters scrambled to hide while Marynn struggled to make it look like she wasn’t just being fucked by a plushie and a closet-dwelling feline. She scrambled to fix her sex-ruined hair and descended swiftly under the sheets. When the door swung open, all was silent, save for Marynn’s breathing. She was laying on her side, facing away from the door…though she could feel her mother’s glare passing over the room like a scanner. The girl held her breath. Tanya stood in the doorway for what seemed like several minutes. Watching, waiting. As though she knew that her daughter already had boys sneaking into her room at night to fuck her brains out. She certainly considered it a possibility, in spite of the fact that Marynn was only eleven. But she didn’t know for certain. So she was always watching. Waiting. Keeping a close eye on her daughter, as though even a moment without her stern policing would ruin Marynn forever. Little did she know, the damage was already done. Her daughter belonged to monsters now. Between the girl’s legs, Furcifer lurked. And he had begun to slowly, quietly lick Marynn’s pussy. Out of boredom or malice, she wasn’t sure. What she did know was that this was the worst possible time for him to be doing this…and yet, her efforts to stop him were half-hearted at best. After trying to push his head away with her hands a couple times, she gave in, and wrapped her legs around the bunny’s head, trying to get his tongue deeper into her little cunt. She held her breath and subtly moved her face into the pillow as her mother stared at her. Go away! Thought the child. I hate you! None of us have even finished! You’re ruining everything! Finally, Marynn’s mother turned away. She stepped out of the bedroom and shut the door slowly, and the child didn’t dare move until she heard the click. Marynn rolled onto her back and threw her legs open, panting desperately as Furcifer crouched between her thighs. “W-where’s Licus?” “Fuck if I know,,” huffed Furcifer. “Licus! We’re clear. Come out.” The bogeyman emerged from under the bed and raised an eyebrow at Furcifer. “Were you eating her out that whole time?” “I sure was,” snickered Furcifer. He flashed Licus a smug grin as he gripped Marynn’s bare hips. “You like that shit?” “You’re deranged,” growled Licus. “What if you’d been caught?” “Uh, then we’d eat Marynn’s mom?” The bunny scoffed as he flicked the tip of his dick across Marynn’s labia, slapping her clit with the tip of his cock. “Obviously.” Marynn gripped the sheets, breathing heavily and blushing as she watched Furcifer between her legs. “I-I wish you could eat her…” the girl whispered. “She…hah…I’m getting so sick of her…” “I know. Poor kid.” “How are you feeling, Marynn?” asked Licus as he leaned over the bed. “H-horny…” the girl whined. “I want you in me, Licus…” “Perhaps later. Let’s let Furcifer have his turn,” answered Licus. He climbed up on the bed, and then he reached forward and grabbed the insides of her knees, pulling her legs back as far as they would go. “Come on, you depraved little children’s toy. Get in there.” Furcifer let out a deep sigh of satisfaction as he plunged his cock into Marynn’s body once again. She struggled not to cry out - it was all she could do not to moan, shake, and squeal as Furcifer pounded into her again and again. His drove his dick all the way inside, slamming against her insides as fast as he could manage. His grip on her tightened, and for a moment, he had nothing to say; he merely fucked the girl, pounding her like he intended to get her pregnant. “O-oh, oh, oh, oh, OH! Haaahh…Mmm!! F-Furcif…Furcifer!!!” “You like that, kiddo? Oh, fuck, that’s good!!!” Furcifer’s ruthless pounding was a sight to behold. One would not imagine that such a small mimic could ruin a girl so thoroughly. But the rabbit had an endless well of energy for little girls like Marynn. He was insatiable, and it showed in his technique; he humped her fast and hard like a horny dog - no, he fucked like a rabbit. Perhaps that was what made him so enticing to her; she did love bunnies, after all. Marynn reached up to grasp Licus’s member, jerking him rapidly. She wasn’t sure if she could muster the focus to blow him, but she wasn’t gonna keep the cat hanging. Her little hand slid up and down the barbed shaft, massaging his dick with precum as lube. Furcifer started to pick up the pace. Marynn knew what that meant. And, she knew what it meant for her. There was an unbearable heat building up in her groin; a need that got stronger with each ruthless thrust. Her body was practically thrumming; she had more pleasure inside her than she’d ever know what to do with. All she knew was that she needed Furcifer to keep going in order to quell it. But she didn’t have to say anything. These monsters had been making her cum ever since she could cum. So she just gripped the sheets, spread her legs, and tried her best to jerk off Licus. She smiled when the cat began to groan and grit his teeth - she was glad to be doing a good job. “Ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” snarled Furcifer. He gripped the girl tight in his paws, slamming into her with every last bit of energy he had left in his little stuffed body. “Oh, f-fuck, Marynn, I’m…gonna fucking cum…inside of you!!” “O-Oh, Furcifer!!! I’m…oh, please, please, please!!!” Licus put a paw over the girl’s mouth. He knew she would wake the whole neighborhood if he didn’t. But he was close, too…between the feeling of her hand on his cock, and the sight of her being fucked by Furcifer…it was enough. He could feel his heat rising, and soon it was overwhelming. He knew, when she squeezed his dick, that she was cumming. Marynn’s hips buckled upwards as her body was wracked by a violent orgasm. Her entire body trembled with pleasure, and she tried to shut her legs, but Licus knew better. His grip on her legs kept them open, and Furcifer’s pounding pushed her right through her orgasm and into ecstasy. And when she clamped down on him, that was what did it for the bunny. Furcifer groaned, gritting his sharp white teeth as he blew his load inside the eleven year-old, pumping her full of hot monster cum. His casing shifted like it was going to burst, and he trembled violently for several seconds as he shot wave after wave of seed directly into Marynn’s womb. Sicus’s dick spasmed, and he growled and unloaded all over the girl’s belly. The girl squealed into his paw as he poured a hot, sticky mess all over her naked body. Panting, twitching, and moaning, all stifled to keep from waking Marynn’s mom. And then, after what seemed like a minute, it was over. Marynn pulled Furcifer into her arms, and he growled at her as Licus’s cum got smeared on his casing. “Th-thank you…” the girl wheezed. She grinned like it was Christmas morning, and she’d just been given everything on her list. “I love you guys…”