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My first story. Be gentle.
Peter and the Wolf: The real story.
By a squirrel who saw the whole thing.
One spring day, Peter was playing and went out the gate to the
meadow,
carelessly, but deliberately leaving the gate open behind him. The
sun
was shining and the bird chirped down at him. " All is quiet, all is
quiet. " The fat duck, seeing the open gate, plodded out through the
open gate, heading for the pond where there were all sorts of yummy
grubs and bugs to eat. Strolling majestically behind followed the
cat,
ignoring the gate he was going through as beneath his notice. All of
his attention was really on the bird fluttering around the meadow.
Peter played in the meadow, laying in the early morning sunshine
watching the cat stalking the fluttering bird. But suddenly the cat
caught sight of a plump little mouse rustling through the grass near
where Peter was laying. Creeping along the branch, the cat leapt down
on top of the little mouse and caught it! "Hello little mouse. What
are you doing in the meadow today? " he inquired with a wide grin on
his
face.
"Just minding my own business sir." quavered the terrified mouse.
His
struggles to escape the cats cruel grip just pushing the needle sharp
claws painfully deeper into his flesh.
"Well. " Said the cat, " Now you are MY business . . . Specifically my
breakfast. " . The mouse only squeaked in terror as he saw the cat
open his mouth wide to welcome his little furry head into the toothy
maw.
The mouse's futile struggles just tickled the cats tongue as he was
swallowed down with several gulps. Stretching his mouth up into the
air
to get gravity to help pull the squirming little mouse down his
throat,
the wriggling bulge visible in his neck to the intently watching
Peter. With a shake of his head, the cat then sat down and started
washing.
Peter asked the cat. (For it was a trait of Peters family that the
children can talk to all the animals. Some say it was a curse, but
Peter thought it was wonderful. ) " Why do you talk to your prey like
that? It seems needlessly cruel. "
The cat paused in his washing to consider the question. " I don't
know
why. But it was how all cats treat with their prey. ". He then
grinned
another feline grin. " Besides, I like the way that they wiggle in my
paws, in my mouth, and as they slid down my throat. " With a self
satisfied air, the cat resumed his toilette.
Peter, feeling another new sensation that he had recently come to
enjoy, rolled over and loosened his trousers to caress his growing
erection. His fingers ruffled over the new tufts of hair that had
started growing there as he rubbed it gently under the sun-warmed
fabric
of his trousers. He had asked his grandfather about it, but
grandfather
had put him off by saying that he would explain it to him when he was
older.
As if summoned, Peter heard his grandfather's angry shouts from the
house about leaving the gate open again. Peter quickly removed his
hand
and tied his trousers closed again. Running back across the meadow to
his gate, he accepted the grumbles from his grandfather about leaving
the gate open and letting the duck out where the wolf could get at
her.
Grandfather brought Peter back inside and closed the gate. Making a
futile gesture at catching the duck in the pond first. "Peter."
Grandfather said, " I'll be going to market, you must stay inside and
keep the gate tightly closed until I return. Otherwise the wolf will
catch you and eat you up. I will be back this evening. " Then, as
usual, grandfather left him a long list of chores to do as he left,
firmly closing the gate behind him.
Meanwhile, out in the meadow a large wolf flowed out of the darkness
of
the forest, rushing after the cat who had been stalking the bird
again. Fortunately for the cat, he saw the wolf coming and with a
yowl, he swarmed up the tree just barely whisking his tail out of the
snapping jaws of the enormous wolf. Growling in disappointment, she
prowled around the base of the tree several times in hope that the cat
would fall into her welcoming jaws.
After a bit, she started sniffing around, and finding the spot where
Peter had been laying, she smelled the scent of maturing man-flesh.
Which was a taste that she had come to like over the years. Craftily,
she started following the trail of scent Peter had left until she came
close to the closed gate. Growling softly, she headed back to the
tree, to see if the cat had been foolish enough to climb back down.
Seeing the cat up in the tree stalking the fluttering bird again, she
cast about and saw the duck swimming in a shallow part of the pond.
Crouching down, she started to stalk the unsuspecting duck. The duck,
having a brain the size of a peanut, doesn't realize the danger.
Until
Peter, who had climbed up on the wall to look out at the meadow. He
saw
the wolf stalking the duck and let out a shout! "Lookout! "
The duck, hearing the shout, looks about and seeing the stalking
wolf,
flutters and flaps to run away from the wolf. But being a duck of
very
little brain, she flaps across the edge of the pond and up onto the
bank
a little further along. The charging she wolf, racing along the
shoreline, cuts between the water and the hapless duck, and after a
short chase with a few unexpected zigzags, she managed to get her
teeth
firmly fastened on one of the ducks wings.
Winded, she panted through the ducks flailing wing in her mouth.
Lying
down and placing one of her paws across the squawking duck, she
allowed
her mouth to open to pant and catch her breath after the chase.
Peter,
having shouted encouragement to the duck to get away from the wolf,
turned to the wolf. "Why did you catch the duck? We need her eggs
for
our table, and we have no others. "
The she wolf, recognizing Peter's scent, replied, " I must eat to
live,
just like you. And unlike man, I can only eat meat. " Turning down
to
talk to the squawking duck, " Oh shut up you silly goose. There is
nothing you can do now to change your fate. You are just a meal for
me
now, and very rarely has a meal managed to talk their way out of my
belly. "
"But couldn't you eat something else? The woods are full of
squirrels,
and the meadow is full of rabbits. "
" Indeed they are, but to catch one of them I'll have to stalk and
catch them. And I already, " favoring the feebly struggling duck with
a
long hungry look, " have caught this meal. And this duck is much
plumper and tastier than them. " The she wolf licked her lips as she
started to stand up. "and now, young manling, it was breakfast time.
"
Opening her mouth she bit down on the wriggling duck, and with a
couple
of quick gulped, swallowed her down her muscular pink throat. The
squawking of the outraged duck was quickly muffled bas the she-wolf
swallowed the struggling bird into her belly.
Peter, watching their duck vanishing down the she-wolf's throat, was
struck by an idea. If he could catch the wolf, then he could sell the
wolf to a zoo and buy a lot of ducks to replace the now missing duck.
Climbing down into the yard, he ran to the shed and got a coil of rope
and quickly tied a loop in the end. Slinging the rope over his
shoulder
Peter climbed up and is just able to reach a projecting branch of the
big tree and after a few scrambles, watched hopefully by the she-wolf
below, manages to get onto the tree near the trunk.
Telling the cat to stop chasing the bird, Peter whispered over to the
bird. " If you fly down and distract the wolf, I'll be able to lower
down this lasso and catch the wolf. Then I can sell it to a zoo so I
can buy a new duck and some bird seed for you. "
"Okay." Chirped the bird, and it flew down to the big she-wolf and
flew
rapidly around her head. The she-wolf snapped at the bird irritatedly
as she watched Peter and the cat. But the bird's persistent chirping
and fluttering around proved more and more distracting and the wolf
turned her attention to trying to catch the annoying little
featherball.
Turning around and around snapping at the bird, Peter lowered the
loop
of the lasso and tried to catch the unsuspecting she-wolf's tail. But
the snapping wolf was too quick as she chased the fluttering bird
around
underneath the tree. Peter called to the bird. " Don't go to fast,
stay
still for a moment. " The bird, hearing Peter's call, hovered for a
moment too long, and the she wolf managed to snap her jaws shut on it,
and with a single gulp swallowed the little bird down.
But the halt as she gulped down the bird was enough for Peter, and he
managed to slip the loop over the she-wolf's tail and quickly pulling
it
tight, captured the wolf. The she-wolf, feeling the unfamiliar
sensation of her tail being pulled upwards, tried to run away, but
that
just pulled it tighter as Peter quickly tied the rope off to a sturdy
branch.
The angry she-wolf yelped as the rope yanked at her tail, pulling it
straight up and keeping her from running away. Peter, seeing that she
was securely caught, clambered down the tree and fashioning another
lasso from the remaining rope was able to capture one of her front
paws
and tied that to the tree trunk, immobilizing the she wolf in an
uncomfortable position.
Peter stood staring at the she-wolf, breathing heavily from the
struggle as the wolf panted as well. " I've got you. " He said. "
And
now I'm going to sell you to the zoo so I can buy a new duck. "
Walking
around the she-wolf, Peter admired his catch. A magnificent example
of
wolf, she stood as high as his teenage hips. Seeing her tail pulled
up
in the air, Peter walked up behind her and pulled her tail, and then
reaching around, stroked her soft pelt over her hindquarters.
"Ooooohhh . " the she-wolf groaned, and pushed up her hind legs in
response. Peter, intrigued by this reaction, stroked her again and
again to see this giant wolf responding to his touch like this. " Why
are you tormenting me like this? " she said. "You are not a he-wolf
to
fill my needs. "
" A he-wolf? " Peter said, looking around nervously, and then
realizing
that this was a she wolf he had captured, and her female organs were
right there at his hand, at his mercy. Reaching down with a hand,
Peter
tentatively touched her female opening, and is surprised at how easily
his finger accidentally slips inside the moist slit. The smell and
feel
of her wolf cunt bypassed Peter's conscious brain and went right down
and quickly hardened his cock.
Looking furtively around to see if anyone was watching, and knowing
grandfather wasn't due back for hours, he untied his trousers and
exposed his proud manhood to the sunlight. The she-wolf looking
back at Peter and saw him stroking himself. "Yes, " she crooned, "
Slip
it into me. I want it. "
Peter, needing little encouragement, positioned himself at her slit
and
pushed himself in with a mroan.
The hot moist warmth of the she-wolf's cunt welcomed his cock and she
pushed back to meet him. Pulling out, and pushing in, the tightness
of
the she-wolf welcoming his cock with a slippery grip and soon the
oldest of natural rhythms started as Peter fucked the she-wolf. The
hot
tightness inside contrasted with the cool air on his cock as he
withdrew
each time, the fur of her tail tickling his nose as he grabbed her
hips
and pushed in and out. But Peter was young, and he soon found
himself
pushing himself deeper and deeper into the she-wolf's cunt as his
first
eruption of seed filled her cunt. Shuddering, he pushed hard against
her hind end and filled her again and again.
Panting, Peter slowly pulled his softening cock out of the she-wolf's
dripping opening, the friction shooting jolts of pleasure through his
cock and into his body. In a bit of a daze, he stood there, pants
around his ankles, his cock cooling in the air as he released his grip
on the fur of her hindquarters. "Did you like that? " The she-wolf
asked. " We can do that again, and even better. "
"Better? " gasped Peter. " How could it be better? "
"Bet
er. " She affirmed. " I can show you. Just go and rest for a
few minutes. Soon you will be ready for more. " Peter staggered
over
to the base of the tree and almost fell down onto the mossy root,
hardly noticing the damp moss on the bare skin of his ass.
The she wolf, eyeing Peter's tender flesh, started to drool a bit,
but
quickly noticed and licked her lips a few times. Then she said, "
Now,
I will show you some more. "
"More?" Peter asked, not noticing his cock starting to harden again.
"More." Agreed the wolf. "Just remove your pants and shoes. They
will
get in the way. "
Quickly looking around for snoopers again, Peter quickly shucked his
shoes and pants, sitting there on the cool moss of the tree root. "
Okay. Now what? " The wolf, not bothering to reply, stretched out
her
muzzle and started licking Peter's outstretched foot. "Hey!? " He
quickly pulled his foot away. " what was that for? "
"Relax . " crooned the wolf soothingly. " Just let me do that for a
few
minutes, give it a chance to work.
" Uhh .. Okay . " Peter agreed, and gingerly put his bare foot back,
just within reach of the wolf's tongue. The wolf, realizing that this
was going to take a while, slowly started licking at the sole of his
foot, her muscular tongue winding between his toes at the end of each
stroke. Tickling, the contrast of the warm wolf tongue and cool
residue
of saliva on his foot was interesting, and after a minute or two,
Peter
decided that it was nice. Without prompting, he moved a bit closer
and
put his other foot up within reach.
The she-wolf, grinning inside, shifted her attentions to the other
foot, also now licking the top of his foot and ankle. " Feel good?
"
She asked, seeing his pink cock hardening up in response to the
sensual
massage of his feet. Peter didn't say anything, just moved a bit
closer
so that she could lick further up his legs as he stroked his cock
slowly. After a bit, Peter moved even closer, so that the she-wolf
could just touch his straining cock with the tip of her tongue.
This
touch was too much for Peter, and he erupted with spurts of white cum
that showered down on Peter, and her muzzle as she licked the insides
of
his thighs.
"Gaaaahhhh . " he said, and lay back as more jets of cum shot out
onto
his belly with each stroke of his cock. The she-wolf licking in
synchrony with his stroking over his thighs and tender young balls.
He
lay there quivering as she continued her moist assault on his tender
areas. When Peter looked up at her, she slowly licked the white spots
of his cum from her muzzle. Obeying her unspoken request, he
hitched
himself closer, and she slowly licked up the cum from his belly and
from
his hand and soft cock. Each lick producing more pleasure than Peter
knew existed in the world.
" Wasn't that better? " She asked slyly, interspersing each word
with
a lick over his sensitive private parts.
" Yaaaaahhhh . " Replied Peter, overwhelmed with pleasure at his
unexpected initiation into the erotic arts by the gigantic she-wolf.
" I know more ways to pleasure man. But I will never be pleasured
once
I'm in the zoo. Can you pleasure me one last time before you sell me
to
the zoo?"
" Sure. " Replied Peter. " What should I do? "
" Turn around and lay on the ground beneath me. " Peter quickly
complied and soon was laying underneath the wolf, cool in the shade
cast
by her body. Curiously, he reached up and stroked at the soft belly
fur above his head, his exploring fingers finding her teats and moving
further back after exploring each one. " As I lick at your organs,
you
lick at mine. That way we can pleasure each other. " Matching
actions
to words, she started licking at his belly, and his penis and balls.
Peter, reached up and rubbed between her legs, and slid his hands up
to
reach her vulva, and slipped his fingers inside. She crouched down,
her warm belly fur tickling Peters chest but the rope tied to her tail
kept her hindquarters out of reach. Whimpering in pain and
frustration,
she stopped her licking. " I cannot lower my tail. If you were to
loosen the rope, then we could pleasure each other much better. "
Peter scrambled out from underneath the wolf, and faster than he had
ever done it before, scrambled up the tree and loosened the rope,
giving
her enough slack to lay down on the ground. " Better. " she sighed
as
he clambered back down, shedding his tunic as he slid himself back
under
the she-wolf. She lay down on top of him, like a giant furry blanket,
and resumed her licking of his legs and privates. Peter, reaching up
and pulling her hindquarters down started exploring her vulva, the
startling pink of the inside a contrast to her dark grey fur and black
skin.
The taste of the wolf was strange, but when food was short he had
tasted
far worse, so he kept on licking at her, his licking producing a flow
of
moisture from deeper inside her, and the slight salt flavor that he
didn't realize was his own cum from earlier. But his inexperience
showed and as her expert licking soon had his cock hard and ready.
The
wonderful sensation of a wolf muzzle enclosing his hard cock, the
muscular tongue, the ridges of the roof of her mouth, the scrape of
her
teeth all bringing him once again to a climax. Once again Peter
shuddered as his cock shot jet after jet of cum down her throat, her
licking coaxing more and more out to be swallowed by the hungry wolf.
Lying there under the wolf, his cock softening in her mouth, Peter was
unable to form a coherent though as she lazily cleaned up the spatters
of cum that had spread themselves over Peter's belly and cock. Each
long slow lick producing another shudder of pleasure under her belly,
and after a bit, a corresponding lick from Peter on her sex. This
slow,
lazy mutual pleasuring finally led to the she-wolf shuddering with her
own climax, the flow of wolf juices drenching Peter's face.
Spluttering and shaking his head, Peter pushed up at her belly, and
slid
out from under the wolf. "What was that? " He demanded.
"That was my pleasure. " the satiated wolf replied, licking at the
trickles of moisture tracing their cool lines down Peter's nude torso.
"Let me show you another thing now. " She said with a wolfish grin. "
It was even more fulfilling than what we have already done. "
"More? " Peter eagerly inquired.
"More. " The she-wolf answered, " Lay down again on the ground before
me, on your belly, facing away from me. " Peter eagerly complied
with
her command. She started licking at his back, then moved down to
lick
at his ass, her warm tongue slipping between the cheeks to tease him
there, and then moving down to his legs. Licking the back of his
knees,
Peter giggled unexpectedly as she found a ticklish spot there.
Peter lifted his legs to protect himself from her tickling tongue, and
she obligingly shifted her attention and her warm tongue to his feet.
Licking between his toes and the soles of his feet she crooned
soothingly. " Relax and enjoy yourself. This is something you will
remember for the rest of your life. "
Then she opened her mouth wide, capturing one foot and then the other
inside the large opening, she licked them both at the same time.
Peter
"Mmmmmed " at the sensation as she started licking at his ankles,
sliding his now slippery toes and feet into the back of her mouth.
Swallowing gently, she licked at his shins and pulled his feet deeper
into her large gullet. Peter not realizing the danger he was in as he
reached under himself to reposition his stiffening cock.
The she wolf gulped again as she crouched down pushing his tasty feet
and
legs deeper into her body. This put his ticklish knees back within
reach of her questing tongue, and he giggled helplessly as she licked
there a bit before swallowing him even deeper. Peter, feeling her
teeth
prickling on his thighs as he was gulped deeper inside started to
wonder
what was happening, and even as he started to realize his peril, she
gulped
again.
Chuckling with pleasure, she started to lick at his hard cock and
balls
again, lifting him up from the ground a bit. With another difficult
swallow she moved him deeper, and his hard cock was now right on top
of
her busy tongue. It was only a little bit of licking needed to
produce
another spurt of semen from his doomed cock, the spunky taste
spreading
itself over her tongue as she swallowed again, the slippery fluid
easing
the passage of Peters hips into the she-wolf's throat.
Peter, struggling furiously now as the sharp teeth of the she-wolf's
maw
painfully grip his flesh and keep him from pulling himself out of the
slippery hot flesh of her throat. " Noooooooo ..! " He yells, hoping
that someone will hear him. But there is nobody to hear his cries.
And with another straining gulp, Peter felt himself slip deeper into
the belly of the hungry beast. He can feel the tingles of her
digestive
juices starting to attack his toes as they slid into her stomach.
Another couple of gulped pulled him in up to his armpits. The peach
fuzz
of his youthful beard tickling the she-wolf's tongue as she licked his
face with a final caress. Swallowing hard she forces his arms up so
he
slids down the hot pink tunnel of her throat. Peter's last view of
the
outside world, he can see the securely closed gate of his home, framed
by the sharp white teeth and black lips of the she-wolf as he slid
down into her body. The soft flesh closing over his head as he moves
deeper. His hopeless grasp of her lower jaw to stop his downward
slide
was easily broken with one bite, and his wriggling fingers slid out of
sight down her throat with a final swallow.
The she-wolf felt Peter's squirming body slithering down her throat,
and folding into her belly to feed her never-ending hunger. With a
final spasm, Peter's head is forced into the belly, his struggles to
escape weakened by lack of air, and soon his struggles end as the
efficient belly of the wolf started to digest her meal. The duck is
mostly dissolved and the small bird already gone, leaving just enough
room.
The powerful digestive juices of her belly quickly set about
dissolving
her meal as she turns her attention to the now loosened rope holding
her
tail. A few minutes of gnawing and worrying at it removes the
impediment. Turning her attention to the rope around her paw, she
felt
her now over stuffed belly shift as she works and worries at that rope
binding her.
Peter had tied a better knot than she was able to worry loose, but
after
a lot of effort was able to chew through the rope. Trotting slowly
off
into the woods, her full belly swaying from side to side as she walks,
Peter's flesh dissolving as it was turned into nutrients for her
bowels
to process, to convert into flesh and into milk for her cubs waiting
back at her den.
Pausing in her walk back to her den, the fullness of her belly pushing
everything else out of the way, she squats and lifts her tail. She
doesn't even have to push as the remains of the fat squirrel she ate
yesterday slid easily from her body to plop to the ground. Relaxing
another set of muscles released a stream of urine to wash over the
pile
of dung, exposing the fur and bones of yesterday's squirrel to the
afternoon sunlight. Scraping some dirt and leaf litter over the
residue, she trots on. Pausing at a stream for a drink of water, she
returns to her den, to her cubs hungry for her rich milk, knowing that
she will not need to eat for days now. Just will have to feed and
protect her cubs, and whisper to their blind eyes the secrets of
hunting
everything that dares to enter the domain of the forest wolf.
The hunters, and Peter's grandfather, found his clothes, and the
chewed
up rope, and unable to imagine something that would explain the scene,
made up a story of Peter taking the wolf to the city and making his
fortune there, never to return. The chewed up rope and discarded
clothing were burned. And whenever they hear a wolf howl they huddle
behind their walls and gates, and wonder.