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Rousse Manteau (M/f*, best)
by Liam An Scribhneoir


Once upon a time there was a 10 year old girl with ginger 
hair and blue eyes whom everyone called Rousse Manteau. 
She lived on the edge of a large dark forest, her grandmother 
lived on the far side of the forest, and a long winding path 
through the forest connected both houses.

One day, Rousse decided to take some sweets to her grandmother. 
She put the sweets in a basket, covered them with a napkin, 
pulled on her red hood and cape, and went skipping down the path 
towards her grandmother's house. As she travelled along the path, 
she came upon the woodsman Lars Vaaldtaektsman who was felling 
trees. 

Lifting the hem of her skirt, she curtsied to the woodsman, and 
said "Hello, Lars."

"Hello, Rousse. Where are you going on such a fine day?"

"I'm going to my grandmother's to bring her some sweets."

"That's nice of you." He grinned at her. "Do you know that when 
you pick up your hem, everyone can see your white panties?"

Rousse giggled, and returned to skipping on her way. Farther on, 
she ran into hunter Ivan Volk who by chance was walking on the 
same path. As with Lars, she lifted her hem, curtsied and said 
"Hello, Ivan."

Ivan licked his lips when he saw her white panties, smiled, and 
said "Hello, Rousse. Where are you going on such a fine day?"

"I'm going to my grandmother's to bring her some sweets."

"Do you know that when you pick up your hem, everyone can see 
your white panties?"

Rousse giggled, and returned to skipping on her way. Ivan however 
was a wolfman, and very much lusted after little virgin girls 
like Rousse. He changed into a wolf, and hurried directly across 
the woods, arrived at Rousse's destination far ahead of Rousse. 

He found the door unlocked, and switching to wolfman form, he 
entered. He found the grandmother in her bed. He smothered the 
old woman with a pillow, pulled off her clothes, and stuffed her 
body in the woodbin. He quickly dressed in her nightgown and 
even put her lace-edged sleeping cap on his head to hide his 
hair and his pointed ears. He climbed under the covers in the 
bed, pulling them up so that only his eyes showed. 

When Rousse arrived at her grandmother's, she found the door 
unlocked, and went inside.

"Grandmother, where are you?" She called out.

"I'm not feeling well, and so I'm in bed." said the wolfman 
sweetly.

"Grandmother, what a deep voice you have."

"I have a sore throat. Please come closer, dear."

"Grandmother, what yellow eyes you have."

"Perhaps I'm a bit jaundiced. Please come closer, dear."

"Grandmother, what hairy ears you have."

"Those are just muffs to keep my ears warm. Please come loser, 
dear." said Ivan, mimicing grandmother's feeble voice.

By now, Rousse was beside the bed, staring at the wolfman. 
"Grandmother, what strong hairy hands you have."

"Those are to grab you and hold you while I rape you, my dear." 
With that, the wolfman grabbed Rousse as he slid out of bed. 
He tore the clothes off himself and off Rousse, and threw her 
on the bed. She screamed and struggled, but the big bad wolfman 
tore off her white panties, and pushed her little legs apart 
so that he could see her bald little cunt. 

Bending down, he licked her slit before snaking his long wolfie 
tongue inside to tickle her clit. He kept tickling her until 
she began to have a strange feeling and her little cunt started 
to get moist. At that point, he snaked his tongue in past her 
inner labia until he reached her hymen. He very carefully snaked 
his tongue deeper into her vagina, taking care not to tear her 
hymen, where he licked and tickled until she was even wetter. 

He returned to licking her clit, and kept at it so long that 
she had her first orgasm. Her body shook, her eyes rolled back 
in her head, and she moaned while her vagina convulsed around 
his long tongue. 

When she finished, he withdrew his tongue. By now, his long 
pointed wolfie dick was fully unsheathed and hard. When Rousse 
saw this, she became even more frightened, and she cried 
"What will you do with that?"

"I shall ram it up your bald little cunt and deflower you and 
put little wolf pups in your belly, my dear." With that, he 
pushed it inside her little cunt, past the lips, until he felt 
her hymen. I one thrust, he tore her hymen, causing her to cry 
out in pain. He pushed his dick so far inside that the tip rammed 
through into her cervix and protruded into her uterus. His furry 
balls were pressed against her naked bum. Her vagina convulsed 
around his cock, and it felt so good to him that the knot of his 
wolf cock swelled inside her and locked them together. He let 
go of her legs, but try as she might, Rousse could hot pull her 
cunt free from the wolfman's knot. 

He raked his hairy clawed paws on her tender soft pale flesh, 
but as long as he was still knotted, she could not get away. He 
spent the next hours shooting wad after sticky wad of wolf cum 
inside her uterus as he played with her tiny nipples and clit. 
Sometimes he wiggled his furry hips so that tip of his cock 
twisted inside her cervix. Sometimes he lay atop her, holding her 
down, his furry chest tickling her as he licked her face and wormed 
his tongue into her mouth. Sometimes he sat back to watch as she 
continued having one orgasm after another orgasm, he tiny cunt 
squeezing and massaging his knot and cock with each one. 
 
Eventually spent, his knot deflated, and he was able to pull his 
cock from Rousse's cunt. She lay on the bed in a swoon from her 
uncountable number of orgasms, her cunt leaking dribbles of the 
wolf cum that filled her innermost cavity to overflowing. The 
wolfman dropped to all fours, changed back into a wolf, and 
scurried from the house least others knowwhat he had done. 

Ivan barely missed being seen by Lars who noticed that grandmother's 
front door was open. Stepping inside, he looked for grandmother, 
but instead found Rousse naked atop the bed, her legs spread wide 
and showing her wet bald cunt. Lars took off his pants, and pushed 
his already hard cock into her tiny bald cunt. His cock was wider 
than the wolfman's, so it tore away what remained of her hymen. 
As she still lay there in a swoon, he fucked her hard until he forced 
his cock through her cervix, and added his own wad to Ivan's in Rousse's 
uterus. 

Then he pulled out, dressed, wadded up her panties and stuck them 
in his pocket, and snuck from the house without being seen. 

When Rousse arose from her swoon, the wolfman was gone, and she 
didn't know what had happened to make her cunt so wet and so sore. 
She put back on her clothes but couldn't find her panties. Then she 
went skipping back home. 

Days later a neighbor found the grandmother's rotting corpse, but no 
one knew who had killed her. After a while, Rousse found that her 
dresses were getting tight, and before long, she grew very fat. Months 
later, she gave birth to two boys: one blonde and fair, and one dark 
and hairy. 

The townsfolk accused Lars, and searched his cottage where they found 
Rousse's missing panties stained with many wads from where Lars 
had masturbated with them. They forced Lars to marry Rousse. Although 
he fucked her nightly, she seemed to pine for something else.

Late one night when Lars was asleep, she sat with her children in a 
rocking chair in front of their cottage. Ivan came on her there, and 
asked "Rousse, what are you doing out in the dark alone? Do you not 
know bad things happen in the dark?"

"In the day too." she replied as she nursed her two boys, "for it was 
during the day that men put these two babes in my belly."

"But Lars married you."

"Yes" she sighed "but there was another ... a man who was dark and 
scary and hairy who lay with me in such a way that it seemed we'd 
never part."

Ivan had a look of surprise on his face. "Do you miss this man? Did 
he not frighten you?"

"Lars can never give me the pleasure that the man did." she said 
wistfully. "Yes, the man did frighten me, but that made his putting 
a baby in me far more exciting."

Ivan thought for a moment as he searched Rousse's face. "Would you 
want him to fuck you again?"

"Yes!" she said confidently. 

"I see." Before her eyes, he changed into the wolfman. "Come with 
me," he growled at her "and I shall give you pleasures as long as 
you live, but first, give me Lars' child." She looked from the 
mewling golden-haired child to Ivan and back, and handed him the 
child. Rousse looked on wide-eyed as Ivan devoured the child. Ivan 
said "I was hungry, the child was not mine, and you did not need 
it. Now, come with me."

With that, Ivan, Rousse, and their child disappeared into the forest, 
never to be seen again. It is said, however, that on full moon nights 
for the next 50 years, Rousse's cries of pleasure could be heard 
coming from deep in the forest.


END
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The author does not condone abuse or illegal activities. 
This story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. 
Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can 
look forward to many years as a convict in their local 
prison.
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