Laurie had a happy skip to her step as she hopped off the school bus. The little cream-colored rabbit bounded down the sidewalk, humming a little tune as her little blue dress fluttered in the breeze. It was a short jaunt down the cul-de-sac to her home, but enough for the sixth grader to have her excitement multiply from finally being home. The door to the modest suburban home was unlocked as usual, the little girl prancing right on in.  Had she been just a little older, she might have been able to tell something was seriously off. Instead though, the bunny cub just continued with routine despite there not being any parents to welcome her home. She skipped to the living room, expecting to find mom and dad there on the couch. Except there was nothing, not even one of her siblings was down playing games on the TV. The high school bus always got here a little earlier, so her brother and sister always had enough time to claim the consoles before her. Well, maybe the bus was late. Continuing to happily walk through the empty lower floor, Laurie set her backpack on the table to do homework later. Then she got some juice, hopping onto the counter to grab a cup, then rummaging through the fridge. After downing half the glass in one go, the rabbit’s floppy ears perked as a faint thud sounded from the ceiling. Oh! Maybe her parents just never got out of bed, she knew her dad had today off at least. She would have slept in if she could, so it makes sense if adults would too. Smiling widely and without a care in the world, she quickly bounded to the stairs. Climbing with the help of her hands as well, she rushed up them, going down the hall. Passing her and her sibling’s rooms, she saw the door to her parent’s room was cracked open. Swinging it open, the cute sixth grader entered without an ounce of concern. What she found however, was not her parents. All of the scene crashed into her senses at once, slowing her perception as she was confronted with something unknown. First was the smell, a heavy wave of thick masculine musk washed over her as she entered the threshold. The closest comparison the child had to the dense scent was her dad or brother getting sweaty when playing outside in the summer. Yet the smell was merely a backdrop to what her eyes saw; a large figure lounging on her parent’s king sized bed, nearly taking up the entire space on his own. A draconic figure, not exactly bulky, but still large in his entirety. Black scales with serrated plate gaps, a verdant hue glowing from under the glittering onyx. Of course, little Laurie wasn’t keenly appraising every detail of the man sprawled on the bed of her parents. Her eyes were drawn to the pillar of cockmeat standing tall between his spread thighs, his shaft appearing almost as big as the little bunny. Thick and veiny, with a blanket of foreskin making a little nub at the top that dribbled with a viscous fluid. But even more attention grabbing were the huge, round, sweat slicked balls splayed on the sheets, each one bigger than all the pillows being used as the man’s backrest combined.  As her eyes still processed the image before her, her ears worked. Able to hear everything just from where she stood. The noise his balls made. The heavy, wet sounds of squelchy gurgles and ’sh-phlock’s from the occasional churning bubble. Yet it got worse, for under all of that were the voices. Pitched, desperate pleas that couldn’t be heard, only a muffled MMMH able to be heard through the thick pouch. By the time the girl’s brain had processed this, her eyes had flicked around a bit. Adding to the picture were the… ‘shapes’ in the expansive ballsack. Nudges, protrusions, actively moving under the sweaty skin. Laurie didn’t know what to make of this, barely understanding the concept of what was before her. She understood what a penis was only by the definition of a ‘boy’s thingie’ from showering with her parents when younger. The full extent of the male body was unknown to her, and what was happening impossible to discern. All she knew for sure was that a stranger was in her parent’s bed.  The dragon stared at her as she took an instinctive step back, and he spoke not seconds after she entered despite the shock of the scene seeming like a year in her mind. “You sure took your time… I’m already finished with your whole family. Almost…” He tensed then, the massive balls laid out clenching with a wet noise. As the loose, wrinkly skin tightened with a glug and sharp snap as a muffled ‘MH-MMMH!’ rang out from the steamy sack, the shape of a person in a fetal position could just barely be seen inside. The dark dragon’s stoic eyes drifted away from the frozen girl, Laurie following his gaze to where they landed beside the bed. There on the floor lay three haphazardly dropped… balloons? Laurie wasn’t sure what they were. They had the rubbery material of a balloon, but they were transparent, and filled like water balloons. Giant water balloons, each the size of a small bean-bag chair, with some sort of off-white, yellowish gunk in them. The same stuff coming from the tip of the man’s dick. Laurie thought she could see bones floating in them. Unfortunately, being a child, there was more innocent curiosity and shock than fear. Helped only by her lack of understanding of the situation, she didn’t realize what was left of her parents were probably in those over-filled condoms. Laurie didn’t run, the young rabbit instead asked questions. “Who are you? W-Where’s my mom and dad? What smells?” The dragon had a bored look on his face as his nuts continued to dimly churn. “You don’t know where your folks are? Well, I’ll take you to them if you do me a few favors.” “B-But daddy said not to trust strangers…” Continuing to look bored by this whole thing, the black and green dragon didn’t want to bother talking. “Yeah, well, I’m in your house right? That means they must have let me in. So you can trust me.” Blinking, Laurie supposed that made sense. “Okay… What do you need?” She asked slightly nervously. “First, I need a sweat rag. My balls are working overtime, they’re drenched. Grab a towel from the bathroom, or use your own fur, I don’t care.” The man continued to lay on the bed, back gently propped up on some pillows as he lounged with his legs spread, focusing mostly on giving his nuts enough room to work optimally. The little bunny returned shortly, holding one of the bathroom towels. She tentatively walked to the side of the bed to hold it out innocently, standing beside the condoms holding her family’s remains while warily eyeing them. The dragon was nonplussed. “No, you wipe it up.” “Huh?” Laurie asked, blinking as her ears folded again. “Just do as I say. Climb up on the bed, down at the foot.” The order was hesitantly followed, the bunny kneeling on the sheets and closer to those pulsing orbs than ever before. Every time they tightened it almost looked like a person was in one of them, but it could have been the reflection from the sheen of sweat on them. Laurie understood why he needed the towel, it looked like he just got out of the shower despite the smell swarming around her. Though she didn’t like the constant gurgling noises coming from the sack either. Or the crying. As she scooted closer, she paused, knees feeling wet. Looking down, there was a broad radius of dark dampness on the sheets like she had wet the bed, originating from where those hefty jewels rested on the mattress. The spread of sweat just by sheer contact from that working sack. Sticking her tongue out with grossness, she scooted all the way forward enough to reach the immense balls. The man spoke again then, a simple tone, nonchalant. “Now wipe up my nuts.” She didn’t understand why these were being called ‘nuts’, but it was probably just an adult thing. Reaching forward, she dropped the towel on the sodden surface, dragging the cloth over the slick, loose skin. She could feel one side of the orbs shudder a bit, like something was moving inside with renewed fervor and now screaming loudly without a doubt. Laurie paid it no heed, deciding to ignore the things happening she didn’t like. She just wanted to see her parents again. The towel was no match against those sweat-factory balls as they faintly thrashed, quickly soaking through. But apparently it was good enough, the man speaking again. “Alright, take this and open it.” The big dragon nearly taking up the entire bed had to reach around his cock, clawed, deft fingers holding a little wrapper. Laurie took it, holding it up to study it before tearing it open. There was a little rubber circle inside. “Poke it to unfurl it, then wrap it around my dick.” The little cub tilted her head, almost tempted to pinch her nose with how raw the scent of exertion was, steaming right off his balls in front of her. “What’s a… dick?” “The big penis in front of you. Your dad had one, right?” Laurie didn’t even pick up on the use of past-tense. Nodding, she resumed to the best of her ability. Looking around at the throbbing member unsurely she raised her arms up to put the circle near the cum-bubbling nub of foreskin. “Not… as big. W-What’s all the stuff coming out?” She asked with a shaky voice, perhaps getting the impression she shouldn’t be doing this. His answer was straight to the point. “It’s cum. Now push the foreskin down before you pull the rubber over it.” It took some finagling and blunt explanations to a child thoroughly out of her waters, but soon there was a dull coating of condom snug to the monster cock, dragged halfway down. “What’s the… con-dom for?” Asked the little girl, pronouncing the word for the first time. She barely noticed how the screams from that musky sack had died down, only low gurgles emanating now. “Catching the cum.” As if on cue and with only the barest of grunts, the balls in front of her clenched with faint crinkles and cracks inside them, the strange shouting from them stopping completely as the immense cock bobbed with power. An audible jet splashed out from the cockhead, the girl craning her head up to see the little pocket of air at the tip of the condom swell out into the start of one of the balloons on the floor. By the second voluminous jet, it was the size of her torso, and hanging down. By the third, it was as big as her. Only after a long series of pumps from the veiny beast did it fully resemble the ones of the floor, a few suspicious hollow clinks sounding, what looked like a skull pressing against the material for a moment. There was a glint of something settling at the bottom of the balloon, silver and metallic. Laurie leaned in to get a closer look, seeing what appeared to be the necklace her mother always wore. Well, that wasn’t possible, right? How’d it get in there? Must be the murkiness of the ‘cum’ as he called it. Before she knew it, the rubber was popped off his tip and tied off with precise fingers, the bloated rubber getting tossed to the floor and landing with a loud slosh by the others. She was too busy watching it bounce a bit and slosh around before settling to realize the dragon was staring right at her. The dragon’s next words were spoken with the same calculating casualness as every one before. “Okay, you die next.” His legs crossed behind her, as his tail snaked up to wrap around her neck. Laurie gasped, but was unable to get anything more than a ‘W-Wuh!?’ out before her face was being smothered by the pungent cum leaking out of his foreskin. As he began cramming her down the shaft, the black and green dragon didn’t even bat an eye. “I said I almost finished with your entire family. Which includes you. You showed up later than expected, and I had to churn your mom before you. A shame, I usually do all the kids first so the parents have to watch. But at least this way she died knowing her kid was mopping up the sweat from digesting her.” And that was all that was said, no more words, only the screams of a child followed by another spot of time with nothing but gurgles and splotches from his sweaty sack. Well, the one good thing about her being so young was that none of her bones would likely remain after melting her into the next batch of condom-filler. So he decided not to make a balloon of her, instead walking down to their living room, sweat-dripping, hefty nuts swinging on every step.  Approaching the shelf of family photos, he beat one out, coating every frame and picture in the sticky yellowish seed. The whole shelf, really. He was kind enough to at least update their photos, a soaked tattered rag that used to be a cute dress draped on the pictures. Yawning, the dragon sauntered back up the stairs, now flaccid cock dribbling a trail of musky cum. As he flopped back on the rabbit parent’s bed, he looked at the group of bloated condoms beside the furniture before falling into a nap.