--Chapter One: Pira's Hunger

One week had passed since Pira's parents went missing. The Kirlia had begun to lose her hope that they would return. The crying she had already exhausted; shedding tears was not bringing them back. The small store of berries her parents kept handy, mostly dried but some still fresh, had been depleted, leaving only foods she had no idea how to prepare and which couldn't be eaten raw. She thought hard about where she remembered seeing berries, wishing now she had gone with them when they went picking food. Then the tears started again. The little girl stifled them, forced herself to think [i]father would say to keep my spirits up, he would tell me to do just that and so I will, I have to.[/i] In her superstitious way, she told herself that if she didn't honor her absent father's logic, then he would never return to her. Likewise for mother.

Pira had no way of knowing her parents were lone gone; shipped out of the region, separated and placed into the collections of unscrupulous, wealthy Pokemon collectors. If she had, her brittle resolve would have broken then and there.

The girl left the den of her home cautiously. Night had fallen and a soft rain masked her tiny footfalls. Moving cautiously, finding the gentle rainfall soothing to her frayed nerves, Pira looked for berry bushes and prayed that she would find some - and that she would find missing parents. Yes, she thought. She would find them with wicker baskets full of juicy, fresh berries and they would apologize. [i]Sorry for worrying you, little one,[/i] mother would say before feeding her a berry, juicy and ripe and delicious.

Pira did not find her parents. She did find berries. The taste was bitter. The cost was terrible.

--Chapter Two: The Brothers

Fang and Claw knew Pira's parents well. They had had more than their share of wild scuffles with the pair of Gardevoirs. Where the brothers were untamed and vicious brutes, the graceful psychic-types were composed and immensely powerful. They trounced the pair of Zangooses wherever a fight emerged, and in time Fang and Claw had learned to avoid them. Their respect was laced with humiliation and hatred.

It was Fang who noticed the clumsily picked bushes. In the middle of the night as he foraged his turf for a midnight snack and rain soaked into his fur, he felt the dull rage of his territorial nature. Somebody had defied his and Claw's stake on this land. As he chewed berries, finding the ones higher up untouched, he considered the possibilities. Who would be stupid enough to come into his territory? Who was brave enough?

Back in the den, Fang found his brother snoozing and their other brothers gone, certainly up to no good. Usually the thought of his brothers out causing trouble comforted Fang, but not now. Now he was too angry. "Claw," he hissed. "Claw! Get up. Somebody's been in our berry patch."

Claw yawned, stretched, sat up. "Is that so," he replied. He yawned again, stood up, and unsheathed his claws. They glinted like knives. "Works for me. I was dreaming of teaching somebody a lesson. Let's go searching."

--Chapter Three: A Thief's Punishment

Pira was easy to track. Her scent was alien to the brothers; their noses followed her easily even when the rainy soup erased her tiny footprints. They reveled in the chase, Claw especially. Fang was more interested in the end result: savage violence, ransacking, and possibly sex considering the smell was obviously female.

When they came upon the den of Pira and her long gone guardians, they looked to each other with grins massive and toothy.

[i]Jackpot,[/i] the mutual look said. Fang snickered and nudged his brother. "You look for another way in," he said softly, close to Claw's ear. "I'll go in the front." The pouring rain swallowed the noises they made beyond that point.

Pira did not need to hear the Zangooses to know they were there: standing on the kitchen table, she peered through the high slit of a window and saw the pair in shadow. Her heart raced. The coppery flavor of absolute terror climbed in her throat like heartburn but a thousand times worse.

"Oh no. Oh no, oh no," she murmured almost silently, stepping off the table, beginning to cry and babble now. "Mommy, daddy, please come back, oh please oh please," said the Kirlia, intoning against the din of the rain. The front door began to creak, then the pounding began. The lock would not hold for long. Not against the silhouetted beasts she had seen. Pira wondered why they were coming here; the berries digesting in her belly did not occur to her when she slid under her parents' vacant bed and cried to herself.

Claw was in first. Pira heard the crash of breaking glass, the heavy footfalls of an intruder in the hallway restroom. Her heart leaped into her throat and lodged there like a hot stone.

The front door splintered off its hinges just as Claw found his way to the entryway of the den. He and Fang exchanged grins.

"I smell her," Claw hissed, unsheathing his claws again.

"Me too," Fang concurred. "Kill?"

"Breed," Claw said. "Let the tribe have her. Then kill."

"Yes," said Fang, beginning to cackle. "Ye-e-es."

They examined the entryway, the small but cozy living room, the kitchen close by. Gold and silver baubles, gems and rare stones, all were tossed into a pile near the doorway. The pair split apart in the hall. Fang ransacked the restroom and the halls. Claw took the master bedroom.

Pira listened to the destruction and the footsteps and the cannon-fire thud of her heartbeat. Blood pounded in her temples. She wept profusely, sniffling, hugging herself among the dust bunnies beneath the springs.

"Please just leave, please-," she silently bleated. Then the door swung open, crashing against the wall on which there was no stopper.

The Zangoose named Claw perused the bedroom. The bed was large, comfy-looking. Smiling, he ran his claws down its comforter, rending it effortlessly like dragging razors through paper. As he clawed casually, he eyed the pictures framed on the wall. At first the gold and silver frames caught his eye - gold and silver, always good for trade after you melted it down - but the family in them interested him more in the end. Especially the girl. In photographs from left to right, she was a Ralts, freshly hatched and in the arms of her adoring, beautiful Gardevoir mother. A few photographs of the girl growing bigger, eventually becoming photographs of a Kirlia. Young and cute with a big smile.

"Berry thief," thought Claw, his smile turning to a smirk. "Where are your parents?"

To his surprise, a shaky cry came from beneath the bed. "Please-! I was so hungry! I don't know where they are!"

Claw yanked his talons out of the bed. Kneeling, peering into the darkness with his pink eyes, he saw the trembling little girl and felt a pang of unhealthy lust - and a thirst for revenge against both the berry thief herself and her self-righteous parents.

The Zangoose dragged her squealing and kicking out of her hiding spot. The cries drew Fang to the master bedroom, his features eager, claws unsheathed.

"I found our berry bandit," said Claw, dropping the girl on the shredded bed.

"Little girl, you stole from the wrong brothers," Fang hissed. "Now we have to teach you a [i]lesson..."[/i]

Pira eyed their talons and scooted back, shrieking and sobbing. She did not notice how Claw was fondling himself, coaxing his penis stiff. Her immature eyes could only see the more obvious danger.

"Please don't! Don't!" she sobbed.

Fang knelt on the bed. Without touching himself, he was growing hard too. His erection proved plump and wet, precum dribbling from its tip. "Yesss. A lesson," Fang affirmed. He grabbed her ankle, yanked her back. Pira shrieked and kicked him, landing a good strike on his snout, but Fang was a brawler. A kick from a little girl was an excitement, not a detriment.

"Gonna fuck you until you can't walk," said Fang, grinning hideously. He pulled apart her legs, bared her virgin cunt. "And then I'm going to cut you open."

Petrified at the notion, her immature mind recognizing cut but not fuck, Pira confused the two and began to whimper, "Don't-, please, don't fuck me, don't fuck me open, please..."

Claw grabbed some of the framed photos. He cracked the glass with his talons, ripped out the photographs inside, left shards and shreds all over the wooden floor. Pira flinched away from the sound and covered her head, then rightly turned her fearful eyes back on Fang.

"Which hole do you want, brother?" asked Fang, touching the girl's cunt with the tips of his claws. She whined and grew very still at the touch; her parents had told her in no uncertain terms that only she could touch that part and to call for help if a stranger ever did so. Even she knew there was nobody to call now.

The other Zangoose gutted another photo and tossed the gilded frame into a pile with the others. "I'll take her asshole," he said.

"You're bigger anyway," chuckled Fang. "I want to see the look on her face."

Claw finished with the last photo - Pira at her current evolutionary stage seated in her father's lap, both of them laughing and smiling - and knelt upon the bed. From Fang's arms he took the Kirlia who began to fuss and shout, "I want my mommy and daddy, please!"

"Dunno where your mommy and daddy are," Claw said, fondling the girl's young slit, "don't really care, either. And I'd guess they didn't care about you if they left you all alone."

"They did care, they [i]did,"[/i] Pira whimpered. She smacked at Claw's fingers, screaming as she did, "You can't touch me there! Nobody can touch me there!"

"No?" Fang asked. He knelt behind the girl and reached underneath her. The tip of his claw touched her anus, so small and pink, looking as if nothing could possibly fit inside of it. The impregnable quality grew when the rim sharply tensed. Pira gasped and grimaced, tears rolling down her cheeks. "How about here? Oh, she's [i]tight,[/i] Claw. You're in for a treat!"

Claw chuckled, joined by Fang. He laid back in the warm embrace of the bed, smearing his wet, grubby fur across its surface. The mother and father would have been far more distressed to see what was happening on the bed rather than the state of the bed itself. The ruffian pulled their daughter down into his lap, her back to his chest and small bottom on his loins. With help from Fang to restrain the writhing and confused girl, Claw guided the stiff cone of his penis to her anus.

As it had when Fang's claw brushed its rim, Pira's anus sharply tensed. She whimpered, "N-no, stop that, that's-, that's weird..."

"Hold her still," Claw hissed, eyelids fluttering closed over his pink eyes as he tugged the girl downward, bucked his hips upward. His penis, lubricated only by a thin coating of natural moisture from its slit, speared into Pira. A shriek erupted from the girl so shrill that Fang, his ears splaying back, clapped his fingers over her mouth and angrily hissed.

"Be quiet," Fang snarled, glaring into her wet eyes, appearing to her as a warped monster through the curtain of tears. "Be quiet or I'll kill you!"

Claw pulled the girl downward, his cock spreading her ass gradually open. Its shape was gentle but her body was small, woefully unprepared for sex - especially anal intercourse. She did not rip or bleed but the stretching put her through pure agony. When Fang uncovered her mouth, she did not scream but she did moan and whine, delirious with pain. She sobbed, "It hu-u-urts, [i]please[/i] stop..."

"It's supposed to hurt," Fang scoffed. He drew his claw tips over the lips of her cunt, so marvelously delicate and smooth. Unfucked pussy was a special kind of treat on top of the loot. [i]"This[/i] is gonna hurt, too," he said, rubbing his erection to the show of Claw pulling her down into his lap.

"I want my mommy," whimpered Pira, looking down at Fang's penis with revulsion and fear. The one in her behind hurt her so much; she didn't even want to consider having another one inside of her. "Please, [i]stop...!"[/i]

Claw grinned subtly at her pleas and cries, the helplessness of the girl bringing his prey drive to the forefront of his thoughts. Gripping her hips and holding her as though she were a sex doll, he started to wildly buck into her ass. Squeals of hellish pain erupted from Pira's mouth, shrill and delicious to sadistic ears.

"Yeah, fuck her, rape her," Fang snarled, grinning like a demon. Drool dribbled from his lip. "Fuck her ass, brother. That's great!"

"She's so fucking [i]tight,"[/i] Claw growled, then laughed as though in disbelief. His hips bucked with lustful and hateful energy, balls bouncing, cock reaming the girl. Pira wailed and thrashed and smacked at Claw, her small hands rebounding harmlessly off his arms and chest. Claw replied to her struggles with greater energy still, started to pull her down into his upwards bucks, burying every centimeter of his cock viciously in her ass.

Fang licked his lips. It was not his brother or his anatomy which had him so aroused but the miserable agony of the girl. Her exquisite terror and pain made his penis throb, her despair whetting his appetite for his own turn. He waited, fluffing his erection patiently.

Claw began to huff as well as snarl. He slammed his hips into Pira's tiny ass again and again, raping the girl like a hateful machine. "She's good, she's so good," snarled Claw, never losing his enunciation nor menace. "Such a good fuck."

"She looks like it," Fang tittered. He gnashed his teeth, fingered his cock. "Hurry up, brother, I need [i]my[/i] turn with the slut!"

"Oh-! Oh, please, [i]please[/i] no more, it-," Pira bleated, blubbering the words, "it hurts so much, it hurts, it [i]hurts!"[/i]

"Yes, it hurts, tell me how much!" Claw groaned, his satisfaction nearly complete. The tightness in his balls had begun, that familiar and wondrous electric feeling in his loins arcing from his cock to his prostate gland and up his spine like a bolt of lightning. "Tell me it hurts!"

"It hurts! [i]It hurts, please stop!"[/i] squealed Pira, her voice hoarse and shrill.

The all-consuming hunger of his sadism momentarily sated, Claw groaned and shot into the blubbering girl. As his mess gushed furiously into her, he kept bucking yet rapidly slowed his pace - the hateful machine seizing, finally succumbing to rust. He was shuddering, trembling as he pulled her down for the final time on his oversensitive cock, its spurting and throbbing flesh held tightly by the ring of Pira's anus. By then her anus was raw and red like an aggravated sore, the tiny pink bud of a virgin little girl lone gone like her innocence.

Pira thought the Zangoose was peeing inside of her. It was the only thing she could conceive of when it came to penises, understandable for her age, but she did not care, not now. The agony consumed her young mind, left her reeling in shock and terror. She whimpered and sniffled, wiping at her eyes, staring helplessly at Fang who now descended on her. He laid her back against Claw, pushed his cock against her vulva's delicate lips and pressed it inside just as implacably as Claw had entered her anus. Fresh new agony ripped through her young body and left her shrieking as if she were being murdered.

"Oh [i]yes,[/i] fresh pussy," Fang joyously snarled, the froth from his maw spattering on the girl's neck and face. In went his cock swiftly, gouging open the one passage on the girl made for penetration - but not yet, and never so viciously. As with her anus she did not give blood, but also as with her anus she suffered immense pain.

Graced with far less decorum than his brother, Fang set about his savage rape of the girl's small cunt right from the outset. His hips hammered into her, reaming out snug vaginal flesh with great attention paid to her suffering.

From below, Claw chuckled and smiled, reveling in the girl's misery - a fine dessert to chase the gourmet meal that was his afterglow. He felt along her small, undeveloped form hungrily, touching her as she jerked spasmodically from cries and screams. "Rape the little whore," Claw growled. "Show her there's nobody to protect her anymore."

"Oh yes, [i]yes,"[/i] Fang hissed, giddy with bestial delight. The stiff cone of his cock, smaller than Claw's but tremendous to the girl, gouged open her young tight passage with the stupid brutality of a hammer driving a nail.

Sex would forever be tainted to Pira, an act to be feared and reviled, but the only thought presently on her mind as the Zangoose pumped her was the face of her mother. Gentle and kind, fierce to those who would harm her; her mother, one of a pair who would die to protect her from brutes like Fang and Claw. Pira whimpered through a haze of blistering pain and utter despair, "Mommy...! Mommy, help!" And then, to pray to both of the gods she knew, "Daddy, help me! [i]Please!"[/i]

"Your parents are gone," Claw cooed, talons touching over her chest. Their points prodded her flesh, threatened her subtly. "Dead, probably."

"Deh-, dead?" Pira bleated, and then she began to thrash and scream.

Fang threw his weight down, pinned her between his heaving breast and Claw's. She squeaked in shock and pain alike, her inexperienced mind driven mad by despair and ungodly pain. She pushed against Fang, struggling against his insurmountable strength and mass. Her vagina yielded to him, giving up pleasures it was saving for years to come and for ones far less violent.

"Well, they did love you," Claw tutted. He closed his eyes, listened to the thunder and rain and his brother's snarling rape as if it all added up to a symphony. "Mmm. They loved you very much, and they'd be here now, saving you from us if they could. So they must be dead, simple deduction tells me."

"Oh no," Pira bleated. "Mommy-, mommy, daddy-," she choked. "Oh no..."

It was then that Pira fell slack. The will to struggle had been coaxed away of her. Where exactly were her mother and father? Claw had no idea and didn't care much either so long as they were truly gone. He was confident they were in fact gone for good, alive or not; they would've brought the brat if they'd had their choice. Claw wasn't complaining.

"Gonna cum, gonna fill her," Fang groaned. His hips moved hard and fast. His balls, heavy and white and fuzzy, had pulled taut against his loins. His breathing was hoarse, drool coming often, always foamy as if he were rabid. He pressed his teeth against her neck, hissed as he pushed his cock in to the very bottom a final time.

Fang came with much the same potency as his bigger brother. He shuddered as he filled the defeated child who still found the energy to whimper and make the assumption that she had been urinated into. This time she cared far less. Mommy and daddy were gone. Her life had no meaning.

The younger Zangoose pulled back and shot the last spurt of semen onto her belly. Pira looked down, wiped her teary eyes, and saw it was not urine but something else, something sticky and viscous.

"Wh-, what is that?" she asked, her voice tiny.

Fang grinned. He collected some of the dribbles on his fingers, talons sheathed, and pushed the digits into her mouth. Over her protesting and gagging, he cackled, "It's called cum! Get used to it, little girl."

Pira shoved his paw, whimpering and gagging and retching as the salty liquid smeared across her tongue. It made her think a bit of sauteed herbs her father made which always cooked in a salty broth. She had never enjoyed those herbs.

Bored of the girl and sexually satisfied, Fang pulled back his fingers and hopped off the bed. He wiped his penis off using the skirt of the bed. "Let's see what else we can steal," he eagerly suggested.

The bigger, older Zangoose lifted Pira off his lap. His penis had all but receded into its slit. Semen deposited in her ass oozed across his loins, her puffy reddened anus holding it in poorly. "Go to another room and get started. I'll join you. Just need to make sure this little tramp doesn't get loose."

As Fang wandered off and eventually began to tear apart the kitchen, Claw ripped loose some strips of fabric from the sheets. He tied them snugly around Pira's wrists behind her back.

The girl said meekly, "I-I won't run, please... don't tie me up, please."

"You'll run as soon as you think you have the chance, don't lie to me," Claw flatly said. He pulled her up to her feet, smacked her ass; she shrieked. "March. Let's go see what my brother's doing."

Pira did not march. She didn't even stand. Whimpering, sobbing, she fell to her knees. "Please-," she blubbered, "please... I want my mommy. I want my mommy so much. I won't tell her what happened, I won't-, I want my mommy and daddy..."

Not a hint of emotion flickered in Claw's mind. A tribal and a hedonist to the core, he felt nothing for the girl, saw only sexual release in her. He pulled her to her feet by the armpits, pushed her along and growled in warning, "My claws can rip a hole in you so quickly, your guts will fall out before you even feel it. [i]Move."[/i]

Pira thought of that, as limited as her knowledge of said guts was. She knew about intestines, how they were all coiled up inside of her; she thought about them spilling out. Sniffing and sobbing, Pira began to walk toward the sound of her kitchen being ripped apart.

"Anything good?" Claw asked, coming in behind Pira.

Pots and pans littered the floor. Ceramic dishes were shattered into so many fragments. Fang was presently rifling through the pantry, tossing dry food aside after cursory glances to see if he wanted it.

"Nothing in here," Fang snorted. "Food's all herbs and roots. How do they eat this crap?"

Claw chuckled. He amused himself by fingering Pira's sex, his brother's semen oozing out around his fingers. The girl winced and whined. "I think she might be a little hungry," he remarked.

"Who cares if she's hungry?" snorted Fang.

"Hungry for something in her mouth," tutted Claw. "You understand?"

Fang began to smile. "Ohhh. Yeah... I understand." He snickered, bounded closer, crushed some of the food underfoot. "I don't think she liked the taste of cum, though."

"Oh no, oh no, no," Pira whined, piecing together what was about to happen. Her eyes darted fearfully to Fang's slit. "I don't want-, no. No... not in my mouth, please."

"Oh yeah, in your mouth," Fang hissed, rubbing his genital slit. Young and virile, Fang tended to need only minutes before he could go again. Claw needed a bit more time. "And you know what? If you bite me," he clicked his tongue, shook his head. "Ooh, if you bite me... let's just say you'll wish you hadn't."

Pira believed him. After everything they'd done, she believed they were capable of subjecting her to the most horrid torture imaginable. "Please-, please," she began to blubber, "I'll-, you can put it in my mouth."

"As if we needed you to tell us that," Claw huffed. He nudged the girl, shoved her really. "Show me your room, where you sleep. I want to see your bed."

Fang snickered. "Yeah, your bed," he growled, "we'll get a lot of use out of that."

Pira walked unsteadily to her bedroom, moving like a criminal on the way to her execution. The girl paused in the hall and peered into her parents' room. Claw pushed her along and warned her, "Move. Or if they [i]do[/i] return-."

"I'm moving, please," whined Pira, and moved quickly into her bedroom. She thought of slamming the door in their faces - but what then? Her window was nothing but a slit at the top of her wall over her bookshelf. Even as a Ralts, she would have been unable to fit through. Then they'd really have a reason to gut her. Beginning to cry, Pira felt a very adult sense of claustrophobia towards her once comforting bedroom.

"Cute room," Claw said with surprising genuineness. "Your parents must have loved you very much."

Fang began to trash her bedroom. He started with the dresser, ripping clothes out, leaving them in a pile on the floor. By this point an adult might have had their capacity for shock and horror wrung from them, but Pira was immature, with an unbreakable shred of optimism still in her soul. Pira watched with tears loping down her cheeks as he ransacked everything. He tore down her books, knocked over the shelf, ripped pictures off the wall and gutted the gilded frames.

"Please-! Please stop!" Pira shouted, almost screaming in horrid desperation. In a selfish way, she knew that [i]this[/i] was too much, [i]her[/i] bedroom, [i]her[/i] things. The devastation elsewhere she hated, but she could compartmentalize it; she could have just shut the door to their bedroom, never to enter again, and she could have tidied up the kitchen enough that it looked respectable. But her bedroom was now suffering the same rape as the rest of her home. It hurt her almost as much as their rape of her body. "Please, [i]please!"[/i] she bawled, burying her face into her hands like the bereaved.

The older of the two Zangoose took her down to her pretty white bed, scaring a shriek from her by doing so. He pulled apart her thighs, traced her pussy with a claw. Through the gummy mess of Fang's semen, he pushed his claw inside and said to the girl when she whimpered, "Quiet now. It could be a lot worse."

"Don't lie to her," Fang cackled. He strutted to the bed, unsatisfied with the plunder from the girl's room but resplendent in its destruction. It served a berry thief right. He stepped onto onto the bed at its head, kneeling on the girl's pillow, his scrotum hanging on it. "I want her mouth."

"Just fine with me. I want this pussy," Claw thoughtfully replied. He grabbed the girl's hips, rolled her over, pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Her bottom was small and cute, though her anus was vulgar. Its rim was swollen and dripped with his earlier deposit of semen. Claw put his cock against the sore lips of her vulva this time.

"Wait, please-, don't," Pira whined.

Fang's cock brushed her lips. He held onto her head, gripped her to overpower her resistance. Eventually he pushed his talons against her back and snarled, "I could hurt your back so you'll never move again, but you'll feel still everything. Hold still!"

Fear told Pira to struggle like her life depended on it, and she was certain that it did. A higher part of her mind had another take on this impulse: if she didn't listen, [i]then[/i] her life was in danger. Pira made the decision to stop struggling. Fang's penis bumped her lips again. Reluctantly she opened her mouth for it but the very idea of this disgusting; boys peed from there, after all, and this had already been inside of her. It had to be filthy and disgusting but she did not want her back broken or any other torture they would almost certainly inflict on her for misbehavior. All she wanted was her mommy and daddy.

Claw pressed into Pira easily, the way already paved by his brother. The girl was stretched but still exceptionally tight because of her small size. "Oh, so good," he moaned, grinning across her small body at Fang. He sank deeply, pushing the turgid cone of his penis until it could go no further. Pira made an ugly whimpering sound around Fang's penis. The tears dripped like raindrops off of her cheeks.

"Suck on me," Fang hissed, "suck on me or else." He tapped her back with his talons.

Pira's mind raced with terror. She began to suck, she knew how to do that, everybody did. Sucking his thing, his penis, was weird and offensive but she did it because she didn't want them to hurt her, even though what they did already hurt. Pira just wanted them to stop.

Claw began moving his hips firmly and smoothly. Fang joined in, snickering wickedly, holding her head in an uncomfortably tight grip. "Too bad, not long enough to get into her throat," the younger Zangoose snorted. "I'd love to see her choke."

"As would I," replied Claw somewhat dreamily. His imagination flourished with depraved ideas. Pira was just the girl he and his tribe needed. He held her hips, squeezed them. Breeding young girls was truly his favorite thing; they could not fight back, often could not even conceive of it. Fang may have enjoyed a scuffle, but Claw simply liked things to go his way. He was in it to cum, not draw blood.

"Sounds like she's sucking, at least," Claw murmured. "So she isn't a complete fool."

Fang chuckled and segued into an unstable giggle partway through. Quickening his pace, making it difficult for the girl to suck, he said, "Oh, she's trying, yeah. Not hard enough, though. Guess she wants her parents to find her dead body!"

Pira's body trembled. Her sucking became at once noticeably louder. The brothers laughed, grinned at each other. Claw pulled her back into his thrusts. "Oh, don't be so mean, brother," said Claw, his voice somewhat taut with pleasure. "Mmm. Our other brothers wouldn't get to enjoy her if we kill her."

The Kirlia's eyes went wide with horror. She looked up at Fang as if to ask [i]There's more of you?[/i]

"Yeah, that's true," Fang huffed, noticing her gaze and recognizing the potential for further cruelty. He snickered and said to Claw, "But if I cut her spine, she could still be fucked by them! And then she couldn't run away!"

Pira pulled her mouth off of Fang, suddenly blubbering hysterically. "I won't run! I won't! Don't hurt me, don't do that! Please!"

Fang grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her down onto his pulsing cock with a snarl. "Stupid! Don't stop sucking until I say so!"

"Yes," Claw hissed. "You nearly got yourself killed just now. You never stop sucking until you're told otherwise."

The younger Zangoose let go of her head. Pira looked at him from the tops of her eyes, eyes wet with tears but desperate for redemption. She did not pull off, just kept sucking him even as foul as it was, the thought of pee heavy on her mind.

"I guess she gets the picture," Fang grumped. "But I don't know... maybe she needs a lesson anyway."

Claw hunkered down over her. Hips moving faster, balls swinging between her young thighs, cock spurting precum in her vagina. He huffed to his brother, "Mm, now now. She's a smart girl. I'm sure she won't disobey again. Not if she knows what's good for her."

"I [i]suppo-o-ose,"[/i] Fang sighed. He grinned then, grabbed her head, and suddenly pushed in as far as he could go. The point of his cock stabbed against her throat and she gagged, then whimpered. Drool rolled out of her mouth onto his balls. She squirmed, teeth nicking and prodding his cock but not breaking its skin. Her hands pawed at him uselessly.

"Keep sucking! Keep it up!" Fang snapped. "Don't stop now!"

It was horrible. Fang's cock in her mouth tasted horrible, like something she could not describe adequately, and she expected him to pee in her mouth just like he had in her forbidden spot. Speaking of, the other one was deep inside of her, his thing bigger and longer. It hurt her more than the first time, pushing on parts which Fang had not. The hurting was like a white-hot burn inside of her, so intense it was unlike pain as she knew it. If it didn't stop soon, she was fairly certain they would end up killing her somehow.

Fang held onto her head and he started to fuck her mouth. He was brutal, his balls hitting her chin, pelvis grinding into her nose. She burbled and whimpered, drool running everywhere while the tears spilled from her eyes in seemingly limitless amounts. It went on and on, that horrible facefuck making her jaws hurt, making her gag, until finally he did what she thought he'd done before; the urination which she thought was occurring.

Unlike pee, which she understood to be a free-flowing liquid, what shot into her mouth was thick - almost like a gravy. It was bitter, salty, a little metallic. It reminded her of blood, something she'd tasted a few times during spills during playtime. She wanted to spit it out but couldn't, not with his thing in her mouth, so she swallowed it. Swallowing it got rid of it and that was all she cared about. It was not pee, she knew that now, but the knowledge didn't make it any more palatable. In fact she had the idea that his penis was [i]bleeding[/i] into her mouth. The girl hated blood.

"Ooh, yes, [i]yesss,[/i] that's good," crooned Fang, his smile wide and toothy, tail swishing. "Brother, you have to try her mouth," he gushed. "So good."

"I will, I will later-, later on," Claw grunted, still grinding away at Pira, raping the sweet young pussy his brother had broken in. Popping her cherry was no concern to him; simply fucking her at all was the true treat, after all. He bucked, stimulating himself with those tight vaginal walls until the pleasure came again, another potent climax to chase his conclusion to the anal sex.

As he ejaculated, Claw stroked over Pira's smooth body, touching her chest where nipples were excited by pain and terror. The smoothness of her body exhilarated him, her innocence sexually thrilling. As his cum shot into her, more blood as she thought of it, he whispered to her, "You belong to us, slut. Your mommy and daddy abandoned you. Now you're ours, and all of our brothers are gonna do this to you. All day, every day, whether you like it or not."

Pira couldn't think straight. All she could think of was how she wanted her parents; the vile promises the Zangoose made were unreal to her, meaningless combinations of syllables she could not process in such a traumatized state.

Under the splitting sky, Fang and Claw marched the girl along. The pair carried sacks of loot from her home, bundles made up of the filthy and tattered remains of her parents' sheets and quilts. Through the rain and darkness, she walked back towards the berry patch where all this had begun. As she looked at the plants she'd picked as high as she could reach, she felt a pang of hunger in her belly. The hunger brought to mind the semen [i](the blood)[/i] in her belly and she felt sick.

Claw pushed her along, broke her out of her rumination. "Yes, you did that, thief. Move."

"I'm walking," Pira bleated, her voice tiny. She was barely heard over the din of the rain.

The virile forest gave way to badlands. Nearly an hour of walking from Pira's front door had taken them here: to a cavern carved out of desolate earth by eons of rain like what fell now. Scrubby trees and parched grass partook thankfully of the rain, unmindful of the trio marching by on their way into the Zangoose den. Within, a campfire crackled. Pira saw shapes moving, glints of pink eyes, the brothers - the tribe.

Pira froze at the entrance of the cave, entranced by a mixture of unreality and absolute terror. Monsters were inside; monsters like the ones who had destroyed her life.

One of the two brothers pushed her inside and sent her sprawling on the trodden dirt. Like a plague, the other Zangooses were upon her, all those in the cave - at least a dozen of them. A dozen more were out in the rainy night raising hell. They partook of Pira cackling and jeering, raping and abusing, putting her through everything Fang and Claw had done and so much worse.

Fang and Claw dumped their treasures into the cave and threw aside the bundled sheets to be used as nesting material. A mound of loot like a mythical treasure hoard already filled part of the sprawling underground den. The gold and silver frames, the baubles, all of it was added to their collective wealth to eventually be melted down and traded away. But the best treasure of all, thought Claw as he turned and looked at the ruckus around the campfire, was the girl.

"Brother," Claw said, grinning. "I'm so glad she took our berries."

"I am, too," Fang concurred. Then he waded into the fray, hungry to try her anus for himself.