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story_codes: Creature/g(6), semi-cons, cons, supernatural

story_intro: Erin is worried about her new foster father and the things he does with his camera. Even more troubling are the further plans he has. A trip to the carnival is a welcome, if temporary respite until the little girl meets a secret admirer.


story_language: English




Carnival Alaxizz, Story 9

Written by madvlad


	Pete had it made. In the trunk of his car was a stash of fake twenty dollar bills that he had been spreading around the tri-county area. It was really time to move on but when he saw the carnival, he made an inquiry.

	"Hey I need a ton of quarters for a, uh, charity event and didn't know if you folks had some you needed to unload from your arcades and such. It will save us both trips to the bank - you to get rid of them and me to get them."

	The man nodded and grinned. 

	"We didn't get to the bank in the last place we were at so I've got over ten grand in quarters. It's all in rolls so the counting will be easy."

	Ten thousand! Sure it was heavy but all completely legal - no sweat when he exchanged them at a bank.

	"You've got a deal," he said, extending his hand.

	"I'm Jim," said the other man. "I'll get a tally and you can exchange as much as you want."

	Pete wanted it all - ten thousand, seven hundred, and forty dollars in quarters for five hundred and thirty seven worthless slips of paper. He was hefting the boxed rolls of quarters into his car when Jim approached with one of his twenties.

	"Hey, Pete. These bills are fake."

	"What? You're shitting me?"

	"I'm afraid not."

	"Well damn, how was I supposed to know?"

	"Exactly," Jim agreed. "They had me fooled for a while, too."

	Pete certainly didn't want to get the police involved, so he played it reasonably.

	"Look, take your quarters back and give me the funny money. If someone needs to go to the police, let me be the one. After all, you folks are busy and being from out of town, they might get suspicious of you."

	Jim nodded.

	"You're right, we don't want the cops nosing around. Look, just go see the head of security for a minute to set things right. He's pretty cool about this stuff and he's no fan of the cops, either."

	Relaxed, Pete sauntered over to the tent Jim had pointed to. It sucked that his bills got busted, but he would still slip away with no problem. Hell, he hadn't even broken a sweat. He stepped into the tent, pleased to find it very cool inside as it was already turning into a muggy day at this hour. As the security chief approached him, Pete opened his mouth.

	But he never had the chance to scream.

	Kara sighed. 

	Yes, she and her husband were co-owners of a very lucrative carnival. Yes, they were centuries-old and possessed incredible supernatural powers. And yes, they commanded the undying loyalty of thousands of followers, both human and otherwise.

	But being in charge meant that sometimes she had to be a people person.

	Despite her ages of experience, she still could not pronounce the name of this creature's race. Nor could she pronounce his name. Neither could her husband, Wendell, nor anyone else. So they called him Roger as that was a rough approximation of the growls and grunts that largely comprised his language. Oddly enough, she was able to understand him even if she could not pronounce his words.

	Now he had a personal issue and was turning to her for guidance. For the love of the Underworld!

	"Nice work, this morning, Roger."

	"Grff."

	"So what else is going on?"

	As, Roger answered with a prolonged series of noises, Kara nodded and winced a few times.

	"Sounds like you have it bad."

	"Grff. Mmbrggg Lhff. Arrrjjjjpm."

	"Okay, I get it. Love at first sight. You know we put a spell on you to handle most of the physical issues, so that's taken care of. And I can arrange a way for you two to meet. So what's the problem?"

	Roger replied with a helpless grumble. Kara rubbed her eyes.

	"Alright," she said patiently. "I can't hold your hand on this. We ladies like conversation. Ask her about her interests and what she likes. Be a good listener, too. Share what you enjoy as well. Revel in what you have in common. And respect your differences - even celebrate them."

	"Ahhgll brrgg. Mmpptcchhh."

	"Yeah. Well, good luck, Tiger."

	As she went to do what she had promised, Kara recited a small incantation to rid herself of the headache she had just acquired. In her experiences, even necromancy was so much easier than relationship counseling.

	Although the riotous voices and music of the midway were in the background, it was quieter at the petting zoo. Goats and sheep and a miniature pony patiently endured the strokes and pats of small human hands. One small lamb was enjoying her rubdown from a six year-old girl. At one point, the animal looked up at her benefactor. The girl smiled as she looked back, happy in this brief respite.

	Nearby, a father took a picture of his two young children posing with a goat while his smiling wife held an infant. It was the perfect image of a happy family but the act of photography sent a cloud across the mood of the girl with the lamb.

	Erin was in foster care with her parents both incarcerated for a very long time. Whatever violent, felonious tendencies they had never were passed onto their daughter. Counselors and teachers all noted her kind, gentle personality with other children and a particular fondness with animals - fluffy and furry ones and even snakes and reptiles which made most girls at her age of six a little nervous.

	Two weeks ago, she had moved in with another foster family. Greg, the father, had immediately zeroed in on the quiet girl, getting her alone. That's when the photos started. Even at first, Erin had sensed something odd when he was taking pictures of her as she was fully clothed. It felt as if he was trying to consume her with the camera. It didn't make sense but that was the way it seemed.

	Then he wanted to shoot her in just her underwear. Wearing only her panties for modesty, Erin retreated within herself as the camera seemed hungrier, more demanding in Greg's hands. Although he kept telling her to smile - something that was a usual state for her - it was a heavy labor for her. Most of the time, she looked small and miserable and Greg found himself enjoying that more. 

	Last night, the panties had come off. Standing nude, the girl covered her vulva while the camera clicked away. After some threats, Erin held her arms stiffly by her sides. Tears leaked from her crystalline blue eyes while the camera devoured the nakedness of her childish body.

	"Too bad you have that thing at the carnival tomorrow," Greg groused before offering her a feral grin. "But here's a preview of what we're doing next. Pictures and video."

	When the Carnival Alaxizz arrived, they offered a day of free admission for children in the care of the county's Child Protective Services program, including foster children. For Erin, it meant a day away from Greg as she and the others were chaperoned by CPS workers.

	Erin watched as Greg showed her images on his laptop. There were other little girls at or near her age. They were naked and things were being done to them that made them cry. When she saw one girl bleeding from her slit, she shivered.

	Greg took that moment to touch her between the legs, twisting his finger into her small cleft. Something stopped him and it hurt. Grinning, he withdrew his finger.

	"So you're still a virgin," he said with a leer. "Well I'll fix that. You'll just have to bleed."

	"Erin!" a woman called. "Time to go. We have tickets for games on the midway."

	Erin nodded and then cast a longing look at her lamb. The woman waiting for her smiled. The dear girl was probably happier just petting animals but she was too young to be left by herself. 

	"How is everything going?"

	The woman turned to see Kara there and she smiled.

	"Just fine. I was just collecting one little girl so we have everyone on the midway."

	"Who?"

	The woman paused. Who - what? Why was she here? Everyone they brought was already on the midway. She shook her head.

	"Sorry, my mind must have wandered and my feet followed. I have to get back to the midway. Thanks again for everything you've done for the kids."

	Kara watched as Erin threaded her way out of the petting zoo, forgotten by the woman who had come to get her - as well as by everyone else in the group.

	"No, thank you," she replied to the CPS employee with complete sincerity. "It's the children who really make a carnival special."

	Erin tried to reach Ms. Wallace, the woman who had called to her, but there suddenly some crates in her path. Reversing her way, she skirted around some other tents, only to find each route in the direction of the CPS worker were variously blocked by work crews or equipment. At last, she found a clear path between some large tents. 

	As she walked, she became aware of how eerily still everything was. There was no distant music, no shouts, and no rumble of amusement rides. She pondered this until the large hand appeared and snatched her into a tent.

	He was certainly big. And gray. His black eyes peered at her with great interest and a black tongue slithered over his fangs. 

	After her initial fright of being pulled into the tent, Erin became more curious about this creature than scared. But the way his tongue moved was a concern.

	"Are you going to eat me?" she asked nervously.

	The beastly thing shook his huge head.

	"Mrooow Kllld!"

	His words were funny in her ears yet she found she could understand him quite well. And she was certainly not on the menu. With that awkwardness out of the way, she introduced herself.

	"My name's Erin."

	[They call me Roger because it's a name they can pronounce.]

	"Hi Roger. Why did you grab me?"

	Roger's face darkened as he blushed and he suddenly became nervous, shifting his huge bulk uncomfortably in front of the little human girl. 

	[I...I...um...I...hair! Yes, I like your hair!]

	He reached out and patted Erin's honey blonde curls. They were nice and silky and he couldn't resist the temptation to keep patting them.

	Noticing the thick thatch of wiry black hair bristling from the top of his head, Erin repaid the compliment.

	"I think your hair is nice, too."

	Roger slapped his hair so hard it made the tent shake.

	[What, this mess? Oh, I can hardly do a thing with it.]

	There was a silence as Roger desperately tried to think of something else. But Erin suddenly remembered that Ms. Wallace was waiting for her.

	"I have to go," she said, disappointed at leaving her new acquaintance.

	[No! Mistress Kara said you can stay. The others don't need you.]

	"Is she a grownup?"

	[Yes. Very old and she and Master Wendell are the big bosses.]

	"Okay," Erin said brightly. "So what do you want to do?"

	Roger felt the panic rising again. What had Kara said? Oh! What they had in common - did the girl like to eat? He certainly did.

	[Lunch?]

	"Yes. Can we have a picnic in here?"

	[I like picnics, too!]

	Roger unrolled a huge tarp and then picked up Erin and sat her down on it. Then he pulled out a large crate of food and opened it. Then he tried to figure out what she might like. There were the intestines from the counterfeiter he had dispatched this morning, still glistening with clotting blood. Those were always a treat. He preferred them for himself but if he was going to make a good impression, he had to share the very best. Mentally rehearsing the line he adapted from watching butlers in movies, he made his offer.

	[Would the Little Miss care for some fresh guts?]

	"Eww!" Erin giggled, thinking he was joking.

	Her nose wrinkled at the comment and Roger felt his heart rate increase at the adorable sight. Then he returned his attention to his picnic basket. There we so many scrumptious body parts to choose from. Then he noticed a box of items that were sold on the midway with a note from Kara that said "Try This". Ah, yes - this was the stuff that humans liked. He set the box down in front of Erin, hoping it would be enough for her. 

	Erin stared at the copious amount of junk food. There was enough to feed her for a week. She settled on a funnel cake and contentedly nibbled on it while her new friend ate some strange looking meat. 

	"Could I please have something to drink?"

	[Oh, milk. I forgot.]

	Roger took a small plastic container of milk and removed the lid before handing it to Erin. When her fingers brushed against his, he felt dizzy. Erin took a sip and looked pleased. 

	"It's sweet. I like this milk."

	Roger nodded. It was fresh - just milked from the swollen breasts of an eleven year-old named Becca who was new to the breeding tents. Feeling thirsty himself, he pulled out two cans of beer and tossed them in his mouth. They exploded when he chomped down on them, sending the golden liquid down his throat before he swallowed the aluminum remnants.

	"You're funny!" Erin laughed.

	That was good. Females liked guys who made them laugh.

	[We'll play now?]

	"Yes!"

	Roger took hold of Erin's ankles in one and, easily securing them between his fingers. With great care, he plucked off her sneaker. He wanted to be sure he didn't remove the entire foot - something he was quite adept at doing - as it would ruin everyone's fun. With greater delicacy, he removed her socks and marveled at her dainty, wriggling toes. 

	He had seen plenty of human feet, of course - just before he popped them in his mouth. But Erin's were so small and delicious-looking, er, cute. He poked at the tiny pink targets and grabbed at her toes with his fingers. His little playmate laughed hard enough to lay back. That was perfect.

	He reached for her shirt and pulled it up over her head. When it stuck there, Erin emitted a new round of giggles until he tugged it off. He brushed his fingers over her chest and belly, feeling her softness and warmth. Then her shorts were next, letting his thick digits caress her smooth little legs. He was glad her shorts had an elastic waistband, even though he had been practicing with the fasteners of human clothing - he was just too excited now and wanted to finish unwrapping his present. 

	Erin's panties were so tiny. He bit his tongue in concentration as he pulled on them off of her. Only when he was done did he notice that she had gone silent, her face ashen.

	"Are you going to take bad pictures of me?" she asked in a quavering voice.

	Roger was aghast. His little friend looked terribly sad.

	[No, no. We are going to play.]

	"But you can see my girl parts."

	[Mm, yes. Lovely little girl parts.]

	Erin still didn't look happy but Roger knew she'd understand once the game began in earnest. Although the end of one finger nearly covered the entire mound between the child's legs, he carefully parted the delicate, hairless lips and moved his finger up and down inside her slit. He had done this plenty of times with Kara and Wendell's daughter, Tanith, starting when she was nine. The girl had been an eager teacher but Roger was still careful since Erin was even littler than Tanith had ever been when they played together. 

	One of Erin's legs jerked as the calloused fingertip agitated the sensitive pink skin just inside. She raised her head as the pleasurable little spark flickered inside of her. Roger's finger was kneading her vulva, the gray digit barely burrowed between the milk white lips of her cunny.
Then there were more sparks and Erin dropped her head back and sighed.

	As she was fondled, the little girl arched her back several times. Then she pushed down with her pelvis, unconsciously grinding her crotch against that wonderful finger. When Roger felt the fluid from inside dampen his finger tip, he withdrew it and tasted the virgin dew.

	[Tasty little girl parts.]

	Erin had no idea her privates tasted good. But then again, her new playmate was most unusual.

	"Please play with my girl parts again," she asked, far from being afraid anymore. 

	[Yes. Now we play very good.]

	Staying seated on the tarp, Roger pulled his loin cloth to the side, displaying a magnificent gray hard-on which Erin eyed curiously. She remembered what those bad men in the pictures Greg had shown her were doing but Roger was her friend. Still, when he lifted her up and set her plump little cuntlet on the head, she was concerned.

	"It's really big," she noted.

	Roger blushed. He wasn't particularly well-endowed for his species, but he appreciated the kind gesture on her part.

	[Thanks. Mistress Kara put magic on Roger so little girl parts won't break. Very stretchy when I go in.]

	Erin gasped as the mammoth cock penetrated her tiny virgin pussy. There was just a flash of discomfort as her hymen, being pulled widely by her expanding cunny and pushed by Roger's head, simply disintegrated. She made a whimper of complaint but when was silent while her untouched snatch was slowly invaded.

	It was by no natural means that the little girl's sex was able to take Roger's entire member. By physical size, it was almost as tall as her torso and nearly as thick as she was from front to back. But she felt every bit of it entering her and sliding against the grossly stretched lining of her young quim. Aside from some bulging at her pubis, her body gave no indication of the mass inside of it.

	With one hand, he nearly encircled her midsection. With the other, he played with her hair, rubbed her back, and played with the bouncy little globes of her ass as he moved her pliant body up and down on his prick. The friction from the moving contact drove Erin to climax. She didn't understand what was happening to her as the shockwaves radiated from her bloated sex throughout her body but she lost herself in it. 

	Roger never slowed as she came because he knew she would do that many times before he was done. He liked making her happy. Then he realized he wasn't making conversation and abruptly stopped.

	Erin was momentarily dizzy as her bouncing motion ceased. When her eyes cleared, Roger spoke.

	[What's your favorite color?]

	"Yellow," the cock-stuffed tot rasped. "What's yours?"

	[Blue.]

	Proud that he had remembered this instruction, he resumed fucking her in earnest. Erin's cuntlet was flooding copiously while her miniature tunnel clamped snugly around her lover's prick. She was getting better as her snatch was plumbed. Only a tiny ring of bald flesh showed where the hard gray cock was lustfully pounding the little girl.

	[Slippery little girl parts,] Roger sighed.

	She certainly was. The massive prick was stewing the nectar in the six year-old's honey pot, massaging her inner flesh as she responded with more orgasms. At the deepest portion, her cervix had opened somewhat due to the mass that had widened her so much. It wasn't painful and Erin might have noticed a tugging sensation had the thrusting of the heavy meat inside her feverish young twat not been making her cum so much. Her tight, juicy cuntlet practically sucked on him as he pulled her up and clamped down with fleshy embrace as he pushed her down.

	Finally, Roger blew his load. His balls thrummed as he inseminated his tiny sex mate. This was also where Kara's magic stopped and the massive spewing inflated the child's uterus until her belly was overly round. With a huge pop, he managed to free himself of Erin's luscious little sex hole. 

	Erin mumbled as she felt her engorged tummy and Roger shook her little to try to get the stuff to come out. His semen was very thick stuff. Tanith had been remarkably talented and had worked her muscles to get his goo out of her, but little Erin was too tired and too inexperienced. Roger noticed how her hairless mons looked completely normal again - so small and with a primly closed little slit. 

	Laying her across his lap, Roger massaged her belly until a gob managed to work its way through her dilated cervix. With Roger putting pressure on from the outside, it shot through Erin's restored cunny, making her stretch and constrict as it passed through her. The little girl yelped as another orgasm hit her. 

	That was how it was each time. Roger would work more of his jism loose, making Erin cum as she gave a lewd facsimile performance of giving birth. She was such a fun little playmate. Finally, all of it was out of her and she looked at him wearily with some of her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. 

	[Nap time?]

	Erin nodded.

	Roger stood up, more than covering her round little rump with one hand as she leaned against his chest. He passed through several chambers that didn't look like tent interiors. Along the way, he found Kara and Tanith.

	"Would you like to stay here with Roger?" Kata cooed to the sleepy tot.

	"Uh huh," Erin blearily confirmed.

	"Then you may stay."

	Gaining sudden alertness, Erin lifted her head from Roger's chest.

	"Is Roger my daddy now?"

	Kara tried not to laugh at Roger's shock at the idea of suddenly being a parent.

	"No, my little sweet meat. You're kind of a cross between a pet and his girlfriend."

	"I'm too little to be a girlfriend," Erin giggled.

	Moving one of the fingers holding her, Roger slipped it between her legs and rubbed her moist cunny.

	"Oooh!" Erin gasped, having been corrected.

	"Can I come over and play sometime?" Tanith asked saucily.

	Missing the lascivious intent of the twelve year-old's question, Erin nodded. She'd soon learn how Tanith liked to play but Tanith would bring her only pleasure.

	After Roger left with Erin, Tanith spoke with her mother.

	"She seems like she's...I don't know."

	"Full of light," Kara explained. "No, she won't turn - it's not in her nature. But she will live safely among our kind, always with a certain innocence no matter what, um, games she's taught. We've had a few others like her over time. It's most unusual but we understand there is a natural balance of things."

	Roger brought her to his room where he laid her on his huge bed before pulling the baby blue blanket to cover her. It was large enough to cover the bed and Erin looked at the pattern. It was covered with ducklings, kittens, and puppies.

	"I like your blankie," Erin said.

	Roger blushed.

	[My granny made it for me.]

	Erin snuggled under it and was quickly asleep. After toying with her honey-toned hair again, Roger left to return to his job. After all, the carnival needed security carried out with his special sensitivity. 

	When Roger returned in the evening, he had chests of children's clothing for the girl. They played dress-up with Roger delicately dressing and undressing Erin in all kinds of clothing. Many of them were from years past, when they had been removed from original little owners who had become engaged in activities where they would never need clothing again. As her friend's massive hands moved over her, Erin felt just like a doll.

	Just after he had put Erin in an 1890's-era sailor-style dress, Roger was called away to a security matter. Rumbling his apologies, he promised Erin he'd be back soon after eating, um, dealing with the issue.

	Tanith had been watching and helping Roger select outfits and suggested another one for Erin to wear when Roger came back. It was quite different from her present one but Tanith graciously assisted her.

	"This is so hot on you," the older girl purred as they gazed in the mirror.

	Erin tugged at the short, red leather dress. It was kind of tight as was the small matching leather bra with the flat triangles plastered over her nipples.

	"I need panties," she said.

	But Tanith shook her head.

	"That would ruin the effect of this outfit. In this one, you're supposed to be a prostitute."

	The six year-old tried to sound out the word and then looked at Tanith.

	"What's a pros'tute?" she asked.

	"It's someone who makes people feel really good."

	That delighted Erin, who hopped and clapped her hands. At that moment, Kara and Wendell came into the room. Wendell eyed the six year-old's tightly packaged ass as it bounced beneath the leather.

	"Don't you look pretty?" he said.

	Erin turned to look at the newcomers with innocent joy in her face.

	"I'm a pros'tute!" she announced.

	Wendell turned to his wife.

	"And people say there's no hope for the youth of today."

	Roger was truly impressed when he returned and treated Erin just like the prostitute she wanted to be. While still in her red leather streetwalker's outfit, she got fingered under her skirt. Roger then pushed it up so it was sluttily bunched around her waist while he plunged his meat into her moistened twatlet.

	Tanith fingered herself, feeling a touch of envy as she watched the thick gray cock sink into the tiny, bald pussy of the wriggling six year-old. While he slowly churned Erin's honey pot, he thumbed her bra up enough to expose her nipples. The child mewled while her pink dots were swabbed by the strong tongue, adding to the heady strokes of the member in her bloated sex tube. 

	After his version of foreplay, Roger proceeded to ram his almost constantly cumming little sex partner up and down on his dick at a rapid pace. The tyke's pussy squelched as her rapidly forming fluids squirted with the hard thrusts from the creature. It ended with his semen pounding her unready womb and Tanith came on her fingers as she watched the little girl's tummy swell pregnantly just above the waist of her whore skirt. 

	As before, Roger kneaded his load out of Erin's body with cum-inducing gobs that left the child exhausted. This time, they went to bed together with Erin feeling very secure and loved as she snuggled against the creature's body while his fingers fondled her everywhere.

	The toddler eyed the baby goat with indecision, her balance a bit unsteady as walking upright was a new phase for her. But the older girl with the friendly smile petted the goat and invited her over. With a grin that showed an incomplete set of baby teeth, the smaller child waddled over to the goat and happily stroked it with her chubby little hands. 

	The toddler's mother stopped the video recording on her found and praised the little girl who had helped her daughter overcome her shyness with the animal. 

	"That was very kind of you," she said.

	Erin smiled back.

	"You're welcome. I just started working here today."

	"Are your parents with the carnival?"

	"Yes, and they let me work here. I love animals!"

	"And you're good with smaller kids, too."

	"You live at the carnival?" A nearby boy asked Erin. "You're so lucky."

	Erin grinned shyly and nodded. She felt naughty about fibbing about her parents, but Roger had explained to her this morning that simply saying that her parents were carnies would make things easier. 

	Aside from the one mild untruth, Erin was perfectly happy. Unlike last night's leather ensemble, she was back to wearing a t-shirt and shorts as she helped in the petting zoo. All she really had to do was pet the animals and invite other kids to join her. Wendell said she was the best advertisement they could have and that made her feel very important. The woman in charge of the petting zoo, Donna, was also very kind and Erin was enjoying the first full day of her new life.

	"Erin, Sweetie," Donna called. "Could you do me a big favor and get me more paper towels? They are in the supply tent I showed you earlier."

	"Yes, Miss Donna," Erin eagerly replied. 

	She hugged the woman before she left, getting an arm around her back in return before Donna let her go. The woman was in her forties, pleasantly aging with a little wear on her face and some gray starting to show in her hair. But she still looked very much like the farm girl she had been growing up not far from Abilene, Kansas. 

	In addition to her petting zoo, Donna was also the bondage specialist for the coven. Watching Erin's bare legs moving as she trotted off, she smiled warmly. Erin was such a dear child and an absolute joy. Then Donna pictured those smooth little legs in straps with a latex g-string instead of her shorts as Erin hung suspended and ready for an all-night gang bang. 

	Donna sighed. Roger was a lucky...whatever he was. 

	Erin was making her way back to the animal pen with two rolls of paper towels when she was grabbed by the collar of her shirt and tanked into a tent. The rolls fell to the ground and Erin was pushed there as well. Only when she saw Greg's sweating face above her did she feel panic.

	"What the fuck is this?" he asked. "CPS takes you to the fucking carnival and then informs me you're not coming back to my house - that you've been permanently placed somewhere else. Imagine my surprise when I saw you with those damned animals before that bitch sent you on an errand. Lucky for me. So what - are you a fucking carnie, now? Is that where they put you?"

	Remembering what Roger told her, Erin nodded nervously. Greg snorted.

	"Fine, but I'm going to give you a going away present, first."

	He pulled Erin's t-shirt off while she struggled and begged him to stop. But she was no physical match for him and by the time he had her shorts and panties off, she was in tears. He considered removing her socks and sneakers, but he had to make this quick before someone went looking for her. 

	Roughly, he pinched the little girl's hairless mound, making her yelp.

	"What's the matter, baby. Are you afraid I might bruise you? I'll bruise you more on the inside - and make you bleed plenty, too, you little bitch."

	He put a hand over the girl's mouth while he pressed his dick against her cunny. Her soft labia could do nothing more than open for him and he loved the feel of her squirming desperately underneath him while she sobbed piteously. 

	Then she went limp as she relaxed, the fear in her eyes turning to relief. Greg was about to joke about her being happy to get what she always wanted when he felt himself lifted - lifted high and fast. When he was turned to the side, he found himself looking into the angry gray countenance of a...a... Whatever the hell it was, it made Greg's erection vanish and his penis try to retreat to the safety of his unzipped pants.

	The thing garbled something at him and set him down hard, butt-first on the ground. Greg didn't try to stand. Not that it would have mattered because his legs were suddenly too weak.

	"Thank you," Erin cried as the creature picked her up.

	Greg stared as the thing held the little girl with one massive hand clutching her tempting little rump. The creature growled in anxious noises and even whined a little as it (spoke?) to Erin. 

	"I'm okay," she said. "You saved me."

	Then she put her hands on his face and gave him a little butterfly kiss right on the mouth as if he was her daddy. Then the beast responded with a lick over her face and then another one that lingered over Erin's bare chest and tummy. It looked, well, like something Greg would have done.

	"Wh...what?" he managed to croak out.

	Erin turned to look at her former foster father with nothing but sincerity and innocence in her face.

	"Roger's my boyfriend," she explained.

	That thing was a Roger? And...boyfriend?

	Roger licked Erin again, this time right between the legs. The girl murmured and opened them more widely as he licked again with more pressure there. His mouth agape, Greg watched as the thick dark tongue slid between the pale, tiny folds of the six year-old's twat.

	The thing kept going in and in and in. How could all of that fit? And far from screaming, Erin was cooing as her little pussy was tongued in no way Greg could ever imagine. Now the tongue moved in and out, fucking the six year-old in impossibly long strokes. Erin's cunny sounded very saturated and Greg go the very clear impression that most of that liquid wasn't coming from Roger's tongue. His impression was confirmed when the child wrapped her naked legs around the beast's head and shivered and moaned orgasmically.

	Then Roger set the girl down and tenderly re-dressed her, taking the time to smooth the silky hair he admired so much. Something was jutting against his loincloth and Erin patted it like she had recently done with the baby goat.

	"We'll play tonight?" she asked, getting an enthusiastic grunt in response.

	Having recovered his wits enough to seek escape, Greg shakily go to his feet and refastened his pants. 

	"Well...uh," he awkwardly began. "Since you two are definitely an item, I'll just leave you be and will find my own way out."

	Roger put a hand on his shoulder and quietly garbled something to him. Erin picked up the paper towels and paused at the tent flap to translate. 

	"Roger said he'd like you to stay for lunch."

	"Oh...well...I don't want to be any bother."

	Roger patted Greg's shoulder and amiably grunted that it wouldn't be any bother at all.

	With that, Erin left the tent to return to the petting zoo. Once she was out of earshot, a tremendous wet crunch emerged from the meat that had recently been Greg.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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