This could be easily one of the more docile chapters. Mostly just inner wind workings. Whee.

Disclaimer: Seth MacFarlane owns Family Guy... not me.

The ABC's of Kink

Bestiality

Considering just who her father was, and the number of things the man did on a daily basis anyone would consider bat-shit insane, stupid and crazy; Meg was not one to really be shocked or stunned by much of anything anymore.

That wasn't to say there was nothing that could still do so.

Such as, for example, the scene in which she just walked in upon after arriving home.

School had been crap, as usual, which was par for the course in her life. All she wanted to do when she got home was go up to her room, collapse on her bed and just forget about existing for a while. So after coming home, Meg made a swift retreat up the stairs towards her room. Though she only set a foot into her bedroom before freezing at the display she saw before her.

Words were lost on her. Though words didn't really matter at the moment, as her throat seemed to close up a little.

Her mind had gone blank, so to speak. Suddenly everything at school didn't matter anymore.

Which meant, now that her mind was wiped clean of these inner demons, new ones began to emerge.

Two figures, whom Meg considered the only two people she really gave a damn about, seemed to be frozen in a state of shock just as she. However, their positions were what one could consider... misleading.

It's funny how the mind works when presented with such things. This for example looked so very wrong, but most likely had a very logical explanation behind it. However logic was not her friend right now; in fact, it was bluntly ignoring her and instead filling her head with other, darker musings. Things upon which she was slowly starting to understand about herself, that she might not have wanted to. Things that, at the time, she'd glossed over and not cared about until it was staring her right in the fact in a different light.

Things like... Bestiality.

And how she'd come so very...very close...to committing to it without a second thought.

Now granted, there were special circumstances that made it easy to forget this fact. Things everyone seemed to take for granite or just accept because no one truly seemed to care as if it was perfectly natural. Things you don't question until it's not you being caught in a very compromising position.

Yet at the core and heart of the matter... regardless how intelligent he was, regardless how well spoken he was, regardless the fact he was prone to drinking and dating and having human children...

Brian Griffin was...and always would be... a dog.

A dog who fetched. A dog who barked at other dogs. A dog who talked, walked and acted like a person.

A dog... who she'd kissed, fervently. A dog she lead herself to believe loved her like she had him at one time. A dog she'd restrained in order to seduce and have her way with.

A dog. Not human. Canis lupus familiaris. Completely different species.

And Meg had almost...

Meg's heart was beating a bit faster than it had been a moment ago.

Her eyes still watching the two figures, staring at her with just as much shock. She could also make out what seemed to be a mix of shame, guilt and slight embarrassment. She could also see the signs of an all out fist fight. Torn clothing, bloody nose, bruises already forming around their eyes. Obviously, something had pissed one of them off to warrant an all out fight.

She hated it. She hated seeing them fight.

The one family member she cared most about; who seemed to give a damn if she lived or died... sometimes.

The one man she was secretly seeing behind her family's back... who was already close to the family being one of her father's best friends.

Brian Griffin vs Glenn Quagmire.

It was starting to get like her father and that damn chicken...

Even though her mind could tell she'd caught them locked in some kind of anger fueled fight, logic still refused to grace her with its presence and instead toy around with her and how one could read this situation as something completely out of left field.

Something Meg was starting to realize... she might have in common with Glenn.

Something that made her blood run cold. Her body start to shake. Her eyes dilating.

No... she wasn't... she was not going to...there were already enough sick and twisted things the two shared in common; this was not going to be one!

Yes, she knew of Glenn's less than credible perverse... hangups. She could usually dismiss them because they were never really brought to her attention, nor were they something the two brought up in conversation nor practice. That and...she like to think... perhaps he was less inclined to act upon some of these perverse acts since he... since he had her as a more than willing subject to experiment with.

Yet right now, all she could feel was anger...hate...

Not for the man himself, no. Just at... at the idea she had...

"...Ge...Get out..." She stuttered.

She wasn't really looking at either of them anymore. Her eyes were misting over a little, and she was starting to regain a bit of herself. Logic finally decided to come back to her, but of course it waited until the last minute. At this point, she just didn't care anymore.

She wanted them both gone.

"Meg, wait, I can explai-"
"Megan, it's not wh-"

"GET OUT! JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM! RIGHT NOW!"

Meg was finally unfrozen from her shock, and so livid at her own personal demons, that she didn't really comprehend her actions at that moment. She'd closed the gap, grabbed them both by the collars, and practically heaved them out her door, slamming it behind them.

As the anger faded away, it was replace by other feelings... guilt, regret, self hate...

Meg fell to her knees on the floor, and let the tears fall freely.

Why did life constantly remind her just how fucked up of a person she was?

x x x x

Meg stared at the plate of food before her. She didn't have much of an appetite really, but was nonetheless quietly attempting to eat said meal.

She felt drained... psychically and emotionally.

"Then I shoved him into a trash compactor. So...What the hell happened to you guys?" Peter Griffin turned towards his left, looking at two of his best friends.

"Got into a fight with a whore."

"Got into a fight with a douche."

Meg caught the unsaid meaning. It was hard not to while sitting in between them.

To her left, Brian sat in the chair, cutting into his steak.

To her right, Glenn sipped at his glass of water.

"Ah ha ha ha... looks like you guys got your asses kicked!" Peter laughed, completely unaware he was indirectly insulting them both.

"Yeah, well, maybe if some people would mind there own business things like this could be avoided." Glenn said, staring at the glass in his hand.

"Hey, Peter, did you read the article in the news today they did on Mrs. Sanders and how her dog saved her life? Because, as a dog, we can actually sense human emotions and mirco-messages that people normally don't realize they're sending. Like say, for example, when someone tells a lie." Brain looked up at Peter.

"Really?" Peter's eyes widened just a bit.

"Yup."

"Pretentious..." Glenn muttered.

"Okay, Okay, tell what I'm thinking about... right now!" Peter grinned, biting his lip a little.

"Well, no, Peter.. that's, that's not how it works..."

Lois, sensing something building, but not exactly sure what, decided to start up a separate conversation; in hopes of alleviating tension. She knew very well Glenn and Brian did not get along...and Peter did too, for the most part. Though her husband didn't seem to catch on to the fact the two had gotten into a fight with one another.

"So, Glenn, did you find out when the repairs to your roof will be done?"

"They said it should be done sometime tomorrow early afternoon."

"Ah, well that's nice."

"Yeah... Ah, thanks again, for letting me crash on the couch."

"Hey, it's no problem, Quagmire; besides I feel that it was somehow my fault your roof got messed up in the first place." Peter interjected.

"You dropped a cow onto my house from a plane." Glenn gave Peter a hard stare.

"Oh right...Hey, if it helps, I was aiming for Meg."

Meg glared at her father. Glenn's expression shifted a little.

"Well, now that we've all shared our initial pleasantries, can anyone tell me why the dog and the pervert where in Meg's room earlier? I just happened to be passing by and thought it would make for delightful conversation." Stewie spoke up, and he did so with a little hint of malicious glee in his voice.

The whole table fell silent, until someone else spoke up.

"What?" Lois shifted her gaze from her youngest son, to the guest sitting across from her.

"No doubt attempting something, which is why I followed him." Brian turned his gaze towards the other as well.

"I was looking for Meg-"

"What the hell, Quagmire? Do we really gotta go through this again?" Peter suddenly shifted from happy go lucky, to agitated.

"Can I just-"

"I thought my warning to you was clear when I said it." Lois spoke icily.

Meg slammed her hands down onto the table, effectively getting everyone's attention.

"For the love of God, let the man finish his damn sentence! Maybe I'd like to know too?!" Meg shouted.

Everyone paused, looking at her.

Everyone's eyes were on her, and she sunk back down in her seat, looking away from everyone and staring at the plate in front of her. Finally, after what seemed like forever, voice broke the silence.

"I went to see if Meg was in her room because I gave her a book a while back. I have a friend whose been pretty down lately and I thought that book might help him out as well; so I was going to ask if I could borrow it back."

Everyone seemed to relax at hearing this, but Lois still seemed a little on edge.

"Meg, is this true?"

Meg turned her attention back towards her mother, then towards Glenn.

She knew him well enough now that she could read his intense gaze. She could see what was going on behind those eyes.

He was lying through his teeth.

Yet he did it with such amazing conviction, he had everyone fooled. Everyone but her... and he knew it.

Which was why there was a flicker behind those eyes that wanted her to agree with him; wanted her to play along. Almost begging her. He'd been caught doing something, and found the perfect escape for it... but to let him get away with it, or to let him drown? Meg felt herself swallow, and she replied.

"The Missing Piece... the Shel Silverstein book you gave me. Yeah, it really helped." Meg gave him a small smile.

She wasn't lying. It had helped a lot.

Lois relaxed back into her chair, seeming to forget anything ever happened.

"Well, okay then."

Meg picked up her plate, and got up.

"I'm pretty much done with dinner. Come on and I'll get it for you."

Glenn followed her example, and the girl herself. No one seemed to bother nor pay any mind.

After putting away the dishes in the kitchen, they quietly walked up the steps and Meg let him into her room. She peeked out the door, making sure no one followed them before closing the door quietly. As she turned to face the other, she suddenly found herself pinned against her door.

"What did you really want?" Meg spoke softly.

Glenn smirked somewhat predatoryly; sliding a hand along her thigh; rimming a finger under the top of her jeans and hooking said finger on the thin cotton between her skin and the blue denim material.

"These... but in pink... or whatever other color you have that I haven't seen you in yet."

Meg felt her face flush, and her heart beat pick up in pace. She also felt some other things going on elsewhere. Meg bit her lip, her expression one of slight annoyance.

"You could have just asked..."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Meg growled lightly in annoyance and would have given him a verbal tongue lashing if Glenn hadn't beat her to it; physically. Caught off guard for only a moment, Meg returned the favor; though with a hint of agitation behind her passion. She bit his tongue with her teeth and didn't let go; slowly biting harder.

When Meg bit his tongue, Glenn inhaled sharply; more out of surprise than pain. However, the girl wasn't letting go and starting to bite harder. He pressed up against her, eliminating any space between the door, herself and him. His hands slid down her waist and around, grabbing at her rear. It was getting harder to breath. It was starting to get painful.

Meg was pissed.

About what, Glenn had no clue. Though he had two options: pull away and rip his own tongue out or let her do it for him.

Meg suddenly let go, freeing Glenn from his captor. He leaned back just enough to look at her clearly, but still kept himself pressed against her.

"What's bothering you?"

"You."

Glenn stepped away.

"Why me? What did I do?"

"...Just forget it...it's nothing important..."

"You nearly bit my tongue off; I think it's important enough for you to tell me what I did to upset you."

"You and Brian! Here. In my room! And it's not even just that.. it's... Ugh!" Meg walked away from the door and over to her bed, flopping down onto it unceremoniously.

Glenn watched her a minute before replying.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Yeah, I'm sorry I saw it too... it looked like... " Meg shook her head and brought her hands to her face.

Glenn sighed and walked over to her, sitting on the bed next to her.

"I think I can guess why you're upset."

Meg looked over at the man, her face slightly angered and flushed of hidden embarrassment.

"It looked like you were Doggie Styling my dog."

"Yeah, that was my guess."

Meg fell back on her bed, turned over; back facing the other.

"Though the rest of my guess was going to be... that it made you realize something you didn't want to acknowledge."

Meg said nothing, but shifted a little.

Glenn watched her back a moment, another sigh passing over his lips. Shifting on the bed, Glenn laid across the bed behind Meg and snaked his arms around her; pulling her into him much to the girl's squirming protest.

"Megan, I don't care."

"Well, I do! I'm not into... it's... just no!"

"So you don't want to try getting Brian wasted and having a go at him?"

Meg twisted in his grip, looking at Glenn like he'd lost any credible sane thinking he still had left.

"Wha-NO! You.. No! How could you even-!"

Meg's eyes widened when she saw Glenn trying so very hard no to laugh out loud. This only angered Meg further and she tried to smack him, fists flying. However the minute she lifted her arms for such a feat, Glenn launched an attack on her, tickling her into submission and teary laughter.

It was really hard to be mad at someone when your were laughing so hard you couldn't breath.

Things began to calm down shortly afterwards. Meg has somehow ended up straddling the other at one point, but for the moment she didn't care how. She was trying to calm her breathing. Her forehead rested against his and she could feel his breath against her lips; which were frozen in a half smile.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah..." Meg hummed.

"But don't ever ask me to do anything weird with animals...ever."

Glenn laughed lightly.

"I won't."

He watched Meg as she relaxed at his response. He was waging an inner war with his own self. He did all the time. There were a lot of things he did he was not proud of, and they always came back to haunt him in some way. He never denied being a bit messed up about a lot of things; most of them involving sex. For the most part, he never had guilt over what he did either.

Yet she... she was slowly...somehow...getting under his skin. Meg was some how - pun totally intended, heh heh - penetrating her way into his heart. He cared for her, of course. He knew that.

And it scared him. It scared him because he felt guilt for the sick things he'd done before; he felt ashamed for all the fetishes he had; he felt a bit sick because he wanted to do a lot of messed up thing to and with this girl... and he knew she'd be ready and willing to do so.

The thing that scared him the most, however, was that he could feel himself changing little by little... doing things differently...responding differently...acting differently...

And he didn't mind it; because it made her happy.

Though maybe this time wouldn't be so bad... maybe he wouldn't go all obsessive like he did over his cats, or how he'd been ugly jealous that caused him to loose Cheryl, or all weirdly crazy over Joan, or god forbid he start actually acting his age again and alienate his friends again or have another kid dropped on his door and start obsessing over another kid like he had Anna Lee at the last minute-

"Glenn? Glenn!"

"What?!" Glenn's eyes focused back on Meg.

"You zoned out..."

"Sorry... I was thinking..."

"Looked more like panicking..." Meg leaned down; framing his face with her hands.

Glenn mirrored her movements; bringing his own hands up and over hers. For a moment he just stared at her. This awkward teenager, who; despite everything that was done to her, had somehow managed to become a part of his life more so than being his best friend and neighbor's daughter. This young woman who probably had her fair share of demons, from everything she's ever vented about.

"You're eyes are beautiful, you know that?"

Meg jerked back a little; her eyes wide and lips set in a frown; yet her expression was betrayed by the rapid flushing of her cheeks. No one had ever said anything to her about being beautiful... of any kind.

"You don't mean that..." Meg said softly, her gaze drifting to the side.

Glenn moved his hands up, and framed her face like she had done with him. He turned her gaze back to his own.

"I say a lot of things I don't mean to a lot of women, yes."

Glenn pulled her closer.

"Yet with you, I mean it."

"Liar..."

"Not with you."

Glenn closed the gap between them, moving one hand into Meg's hair, as he pulled her lips to his. Meg returned the gesture, melting against the body beneath her. It both annoyed and excited her; that she would respond so willingly to his advances, and yet excite her that he could make her feel things with the fewest touches.

Meg wasn't sure how long their little session lasted and they were already pushing boundaries by doing this in her room; but it always felt too soon when they had to part.

"I better get out of here before anyone suspects anything."

"Yeah."

Glenn got up from the bed, while Meg followed suit; moving to her bookcase. She pulled out the book he'd given her a while back.

"Here, don't forget this."

"Thanks." Glenn gave her a half grin.

Glenn leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss, before leaving her room.

Meg let a quiet sigh slip passed her lips. It sucked to have to go behind her family's back with this. She wanted nothing more than to be able to be with Glenn whenever the hell she wanted to be. Even if it was just suppose to be when they both didn't have anyone in their life, which more often than not was really more on her part, but even still...

Meg walked back to her bed, and fell back onto it. Today had been a weird emotional roller coaster, but at least she was feeling a little bit better about things.

That and she didn't have to worry anymore about being asked to do anything weird with animals.

One miracle at a time, she supposed.

~ x ~

A/N: So yeah, like I said, this one was more docile because it was more inner thought. Not too heavy in exploring the context, but just more the idea of showing a parallel. Also, yeah the ending was sorta weak; but I wanted to get this chapter out, because I have quiet a few ideas I want to write out before I forget. That said, this will no longer be in ABC order, just because I want to start putting miles on this set of stories. X3 But I have other stand-alone short in the works as well.