As I squealed at the stinging pain, I could hear the crunch and cracking of bones as the stoat was masticated by my mother. The sounds of crunching bones and the rending of flesh was a sound I was becoming accustom to.

As mother came near to suckle my siblings and I, the stench of seed was filling the burrow. I could smell him on all 4 of my sister, while the scent of my brothers was of blood.

As I drank, I noticed that only half of the formerly squirming siblings were gone. Only a scent of blood spoke of their existence.

I was the only male to survive the invader, and the only stoatling living that was not fucked by him. It was clear that all three of my brothers were dead.

My first lesson in this new world... the only thing left of the weak was the scent of blood.

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Day 21

As soon as I woke and managed to blink the crusted blood off my eyelids, The body of the invader was gone, but the pool of dried blood and the lack of rotting scents told me that mother had eaten the whole body,hair and all, or drug the intruder out of the burrow.

After examining the dark burrow with my very acute eyes, I decided to do something other than suckle and cry.

I began to do push-ups. Or as close as I could approximate. After the fifth lifting of my body, my little limbs collapsed boneless to the floor. I vowed to gain strength.

When the next invader came, I would at least put up a fight rather than being devoured meekly and quietly in a few bites.

I rolled onto my back and began to do kicks into the air. I imagine sinking my teeth into the invader and using my rear claws to rip his belly open. I could still smell his blood on my face. I imagined it flowing into my mouth . The sweet rusty scent made my mouth water.

The sister I had seen yesterday filled with giant weasel cock started crawling over my long torso, putting a stop to my exercise. I twisted my head to look down at the head starting to gnaw on my stomach with a soft gummy jaw. We all play fought like this often.

I noticed her eyes were open.

“Knock it off, I'm working out here.” I wanted to say, as a chattering of squeals and squeaks came out of my mouth instead.

She chirped back in a childlike voice, “Whats' knock? Whats' working?”

I stopped and stared.

“You spoke?”

She answered in a sweet little girls voice. “Yes,” She tilted her head to the side “didn't you know monsters can speak to each-other?”

“Monsters?” I whispered back in a chatter of lightly clicking teeth.

“Weren't you born with the knowledge like me?” She squeaked back in what I guess is a confused tone.

My eyes rolled back.