Alright, this stoy is, well, over the line I suppose. If you don't like it, don't read.

Disclamer: i own no one.

Notes:

1. 4 years into the future

2. Brian is still a dog.

"Brian, Brian, watch!" Stewie yelled as he pedaled down the sidewalk on his tricycle.

"Yeah, yeah I'm watching…" muttered Brian sitting on a unfolded lawn chair with a martini glass in one hand and an outdated magazine in the other.

"Brian, you deuce, you need to look at me first," Stewie yelled over his shoulder.

"I am Stewie," Brain sighed and flipped a page of his magazine and taking a sip of his martini before just gulping the whole thing down. "I'm just 'multitasking' ."

"flea-bitten mutt…" Stewie muttered under his breath.

The young toddler slowed to a stop in front of Herbert's, the old pedophile, house, unaware of the danger of stopping there. Stewie jumped of his vehicle and searched for the cause of the infuriating squeaking noise that had been bothering him for quite some time.

"Well hi there little buddy," The old man's wispy voice met Stewie's ears.

"Go away, old man," hissed Stewie as he turned his bike handle.

"Don't be like that, why don't you come inside for some nice ice cream. Mmmm ice cream." Herbert floated off into his own thoughts for a moment.

"Can't you see I'm busy, you foul creature." Stewie snapped as he hopped back on his tricycle, unhappy about failing to find the cause of the aggravating sound.

"Now don't be like that," Herbert inched his way toward the toddler, "lets go in and have some nice, cool, ice cream mmmm." Herbert seized Stewie's arm and began to drag him into his house.

"What the HELL are you doing old man? Lois, LOIS HELP!!" The toddler screamed as Herbert slammed the door shut, trapping Stewie within his abode.

Brian shifted uncomfortably in his chair, something didn't seem right. Stewie hadn't harassed him in over 8 minutes. He glanced over his magazine, quickly searching the area for any sign of Stewie, and when he saw none, he slid off of the lawn chair and began his search.

"Let me g-!!" Stewie attempted to scream before the perverted old man shoved a whip cream bottle in his mouth and began to dispense it. The five year old thrashed around until Herbert cuffed him down to the bed.

"Now, now, don't struggle. You might bruise your delicate skin." whistled the old coot.

"Mmff mffff!!" Stewie attempted to scream though the layer of whip cream incasing the inside of his mouth.

"My you're a frisky one, just the way I like them…" whispered Herbert as he pulled off his blue robe and climbed up on the bed. "Lets get started," he purred and licked Stewie's ear.

"Stewie! Where are you?!" Brian yelled over and over again. It had been 30 minutes since he last saw the toddler and was growing anxious, what if he got lost, hurt or…. Brian shuddered. He had to find him.

Brian ran down the side walk, almost running into a few passers till he reached Stewie's tricycle abandoned in front of Herbert's house.

"Oh god," The dog whispered, and dashed up to the door and slammed it open. "Stewie?!?" He called, eye's darting back and forth desperately looking for a sign of the boy.

"Brian…." whimpered a little voice with a slight British accent from atop a large bed.

"Oh god, Stewie…" he clambered up the bed to help Stewie but almost fell down when he saw the toddler.

He was completely nude, still handcuffed to the bed, speckled with Herbert's…. and shivering like a leaf. His eyes were wide and glazed over, begging for help.

"Dog, help me…" Stewie slurred and Brian noticed some white liquid in his mouth and shivered. He found the keys to the handcuffs and unlocked them and picked up the 5 year old. Stewie dug his fingers into Brian's snow fur as he ran back to the Griffin residence

Brian gently placed Stewie on the lavender couch and ran off to find Lois, but bumped into her instead.

"Brian, what the hell- STEWIE!!!" she shrieked, dashing over to her youngest child and held him close. "What the hell happened to my baby?!?" she yelled again and started to wipe the seed off his face.

"Herbert raped him, Lois, you didn't realize that old man was strange?" he asked.

"Go get Peter!" she roared, ignoring him. "Tell him to call the cops!"

But Brian didn't need to, because Peter waltz into the house at that moment.

"Hey Lois, we need another- Jesus Christ what happen to Stewie?!?"

"Peter! Call the police, Stewie was raped!!"

Peter grabbed the phone and slammed his fingers into the keys. Seconds later Joe busted through the door.

"We're sorry Lois, but Herbert got away." he sighed, glancing over at Stewie, eyes full of concern. Joe leaned close to Lois, "Is he doing alright?"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK? I WANT THAT PEDOPHILE KILLED!" Lois screamed, scooped Stewie into her arms and carried him upstairs into her room. "Peter, you are going to sleep on the couch tonight."

Brian shuffled uncomfortably and watched Lois bring the lifeless child upstairs, a pool of guilt slowly gathering in his stomach. If he had watched Stewie more carefully, he would be fine right now. The dog crawled outside and lit a cigarette. He took a long drag and knew it wouldn't be the only one of the night.