
"Racy Red And The Wolf"

(Mf-1st, MM, best, furry, anal, rape, violent)

by Pan (c) 2000

8/2000

One day Little Red Cap was on her way through the Woods to her 
grandmother's house.  She was called Little Red Cap, because of 
the hat she wore.  It was a pretty velvet cap, which was also 
very expensive.  All her friends wanted one, but she had gotten 
hers from very far away, and nobody else could find one like it.  
Everybody thought it was adorable on her, so she wore it so 
often that people just started calling her Little Red Cap.

Today, since she was traveling through the woods, she wore 
leather sandals.  They allowed her feet to breath in the fresh 
morning air through straps intertwining halfway way up her 
smooth calves.  But other than those leather sandals, very 
little covered Red's legs.  She was sixteen summers old, and her 
long, well-formed legs walked in the open.  They were smooth as 
silk from her daily grooming practices, and she liked to show 
them off to good affect.  Today she wore a little red dress with 
a pleated skirt.  It danced playfully around as she moved down 
the dirt trail.  The skirt was so high, though, that it almost 
showed her round butt cheeks every time she skipped, but JUST 
BARELY didn't.  Unlike the pleated skirt, which freely moved to 
and from her body, the top of the dress fit snuggly around her.  
It was a tank top with thin little green straps going over her 
shoulders.  The stretched material held her firm breasts close 
enough to show two perky nipples.  At sixteen, they were the 
size of grapefruits, but were young enough not to sag or be 
thrown about wildly, riding in supported comfort.  She also wore 
a red cape that went down to the middle of her back keeping the 
sun off her shoulders, and a stylish green belt hung loosely at 
her waist.  More for appearance than function.

Of course there was her little red cap.  Curly light brown hair 
peaked out from underneath it.  Her hair was short, and exposed 
a thin elegant neck.  Her face was set with emerald eyes and 
full lips, which wore cherry red lipstick.  Completing her 
outfit was a wicker basket; a corked wine bottle protruded from 
underneath its lid.

The Woods were alive with activity.  Birds flew above, and 
forest animals moved among the ground and the trees.  Everybody 
had places to go, and things to do.  On the way, Red passed a 
squirrel chewing on an acorn nut.  The squirrel immediately 
stopped when he saw Red bounce by.

"Good morning to you, Mr. Squirrel," Red said with a smile.

The squirrel stood there with his jaw dropped open looking at 
the Red's dress.  He sniffed the air, and caught the sent of 
perfume coming from Red.  It was very expensive perfume too, and 
she was wearing a good deal of it.  A squirrel is very low to 
the grown, being a very small creature, and as his eyes followed 
Red's bare legs up and up.  He had to turn away his head in 
embarrassment.

"Good... good morning, Red.  And where might you be off to 
today?"

"My grandmother is a little ill, and my mother told me to bring 
her this basket with wine and cake to make her feel better."

"Well, that's very nice of you, girl.  Please wish your 
grandmother good health for me."  Squirrel stared at his acorn 
nut and played with it distractedly.  Anything not to look up at 
those bare legs, which led right to... Well, he just could not 
think about it.

"I will.  Have a nice day, Mr. Squirrel."

"Thank you.  And be careful today.  Go straight to grandmother's 
house."

"I will.  Don't worry.  Mother told me to start traveling early, 
before it gets too hot, and not to waste time by stopping or 
going off the path.  And I always listen to mother."  She took a 
deep breath of morning air while looking up, and as she expanded 
her chest, it looked as if her eager breasts looked to the sun 
too.  The squirrel shuffled in discomfort, because he could not 
stop staring at her.  Red waved goodbye and continued to skip 
down the trail at a leisurely pace.  The squirrel shook his 
head, and took his acorn nut somewhere else to be eaten.

Further down the wooded path, there was a crossroads.  Here Red 
stopped to rest for a moment.  She was tired of just walking, 
and sat on a log.  She put the basket on her bare lap, and took 
a small piece of cake to nibble on.  She grinned mischievously, 
and looked around half expecting her mother to yell at her, but 
continued to eat.

At that moment, coming down the other path, was a wolf.  In his 
massive jaws was the leg of a large animal, which was torn away 
and still dripping blood on the path.  He stopped as soon as he 
saw Red, and Red froze with the piece of cake half way between 
her red lips.

Her pulse raced in fear as she looked around and realized that 
this part of the Wood was very quiet at the moment, and possibly 
nobody else was around.  She looked at the wolf, and recognized 
that he was The Big Bad Wolf.  He was larger than a normal wolf, 
almost five feet tall at the shoulders, only a few inches 
shorter than the top of her head.  His fur was as black as tar, 
and not clean either.  Burs covered his coat, and patches of 
older lighter fur dotted him, because he had not yet fully shed 
his winter coat.  Large gray eyes stared at her menacingly.  His 
teeth were as big as her fingers long, and he hung his head so 
low, that the rise of his back and shoulders made it look like 
there was a solid mountain of animal behind his face.

"Well, hello, sweet," the Wolf said after he dropped his kill 
with a wet thud.  Red was so frozen with fear that she could not 
answer with anything.  She panted slowly, and her chest heaved 
lightly and rapidly, pale with fear.

"Hoot!"

Both Red and the Wolf looked up to see that an owl had just 
landed on a branch.  The owl looked down at them both 
suspiciously.  Rustling from a nearby bush signaled the passing 
of a raccoon.  Red then noticed that some other birds were 
arguing over seeds in a tree nearby.  The place was not empty, 
as she had thought.  She sighed in relief.

"Harrumph!" the Wolf said angrily.  He then looked away from 
Red, picked up his meat, and began to continue down the trail.

"Oh, Mr. Wolf, don't go," Red said playfully now that she was no 
longer in danger.  The Wolf turned around again, and dropped his 
food.

"What?" he said impatiently.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry you have to eat that 
UNATTRACTIVE meal you have there."  Red put her basket aside and 
stood up.  She made as if she was stretching her legs by 
standing on the balls of her foot.  One hand rubbed the side of 
her thigh and pushed the skirt higher until she exposed herself 
past her waist.  The Wolf could see no other clothing there, so 
she must have been just wearing the little red dress, and 
nothing underneath.

"Too bad you couldn't have something tastier," she said 
continuing to caress her well-proportioned thigh.

Leaving the wet meat in the dirt, the Wolf growled and moved 
toward her.  His teeth were bared and drenched in juices.  Red 
took a little step back in surprise, but the Wolf's nose stopped 
merely inches from her neck.  Hot exhale from the large animal 
washed over her goose bumped skin.

"Not too close, my good sir," Red whispered to him.  "People are 
watching."

They both looked over at the owl that was watching intently.  
The Wolf sheathed his teeth, but not the menace in his eyes.  He 
inhaled her scent deeply.  Cake and perfume filled his nostrils.  
His nose moved lower down her chest.  He could tell that she had 
traced a line of perfume from her neck right down to the space 
in between her breasts.  His nose continued the journey down her 
body, past her tight stomach, and hovered near where her legs 
come together.  There was a mixture of strong scents there.  One 
scent was of her arousal.  She was moist in her sex.  Drenched 
might have been a better word for it.  It hit him like a winter 
blizzard.  The other scent was her perfume.  She had applied 
strong doses of her perfume between her legs, high on her inner 
thighs.  Before his nose was finished its survey he also noticed 
more perfume behind her bare little knees.

"Smell something good?" she asked.

"Yes, I do."

"You're probably smelling what's in my basket," she said with a 
wicked grin.  "It has all sorts of goodies in it."

"I'm sure it does, girl.  Care to share some of it?"

"My name's Little Red Cap, or Red if you like.  I'm afraid I 
can't.  My mother told me I shouldn't share it with anyone until 
the time's right."  She grinned at him again.  The Wolf was a 
little amused by this too and smiled back a knife drawer's grin.

"And when is the time right?"

"When I get to where I'm going.  Not here, unfortunately."

"And where is that?"

"Sorry, mother told me not to tell.  I'm afraid you're not going 
to get whatever GOODDIES I have... EVER."

The Wolf silently bared his teeth at her again.

"Oh look.  What pretty flowers in that meadow over there.  I 
should pick some to bring to my grandmother."  Red then moved 
off the path and entered a meadow of fresh nosegay flowers.  The 
Wolf stalked behind her.  Field mice ran along side them looking 
suspiciously at the Wolf.

"So, going to your grandmother's?  How about I accompany you?  
There are all sorts of unsavory creatures about the Wood."

The owl landed on a nearby stump in the meadow keeping one eye 
and two sharp ears on the Wolf.

"That's okay, I feel safe enough.  But thank you for offering.  
Grandmother loves nosegays," Red said as she leaned over to pick 
a flower.  Her back was to the Wolf, and the Wolf stopped in his 
tracks as she started to bend over.  Her skirt lifted higher and 
higher until she stopped and squealed.

"I almost forgot," she said looking back at the Wolf.  She 
reached one hand between her legs to grab at the back of her 
pleated skirt.  As she continued to bend over she held the skirt 
over the flesh between her legs.  She took her time smelling 
each flower before finding the right one to pick.  She was very 
flexible, so as she bent over, she kept her legs straight and 
her tail end high in the air.

The Wolf felt the fire of desire burn uncomfortably inside him.

"It's such a beautiful day," Red said, "that I could do this ALL 
day."  She unfastened the knot on her cape, and took it off.  
Exposing her bare thin shoulders to the sun, she stretched her 
arms straight into her air, and heaving her soft chest forward 
she arched her back stretching.  Her nipples pressed at the 
fabric trying to break free.  She smiled at the Wolf, and leaned 
down to pick another flower.  This time she exposed her front 
letting him see down the top of her little dress.  Her breast 
dangled toward the sweet smelling nosegays while one hand was 
still between her legs pressing her skirt up against the crevice 
of her body.  As she bent over she never stopped looking into 
the Wolf's eyes.  She watched him watch her with pure joy on her 
face.  She straightened, and giggled as she put a nosegay in her 
hair.

"I must pick a bouquet for grandmother."

"Well, then enjoy your day, Red.  I should leave, and return to 
my unappealing meal."

"Oh... again I'm sorry about that.  I TRULY wished I could have 
serviced your appetite.  Good day, Mr. Big Bad Wolf."

The Wolf left quickly, and passed the owl on the way.

"Wise choice," the owl said.

"Fuck you," the Wolf said.

But the Wolf did not return to his unappealing meal.  Actually, 
he forgot about it altogether, and left it in the dirt path.  
The Wolf no longer cared for his former meal, for the Wolf knew 
where grandmother's house was.  Sprinting, he shot down the 
trail.

About a league down the trail, he reached grandmother's house.  
He approached the door, and knocked three times.  From within 
came an elderly voice.

"Who is that?  Red, is that you?  Grandma is feeling a little 
ill and weak today, so I left the door unlocked for you.  Just 
come on in."

The Wolf opened the door, and entered the house.

"Hellooooo, granny."

"Oh my, The Big Bad Wolf!  What are you doing here?" she asked 
dropping her needlework.

"I heard you were sick.  So I came to put you out of your 
misery!"

The Wolf knocked Red's grandmother to the floor with one 
powerful bat of his forepaw.  She landed next to a writing desk 
by the wall with a soft crash.

"First, you need to write a note for me.  Grab a piece of 
paper."  With shaking hands grandmother fetched a piece of paper 
and a pen from her desk.  "Good.  Now write this:  Red, Grandma 
is tired, so I'm upstairs taking a nap.  Let yourself in; the 
door's unlocked.  Wait till I wake up.  In the meantime, help 
yourself to some of the wine your mother sent with you."

"I can't write that.  She's too young to drink wine."

"Who asked you, lady!?  Just write it."

"Yes, sir.  Here it is."

She handed him the piece of paper.  After he was satisfied that 
she obeyed his orders, he ate her.  When he was finished, he 
prepared the house for Red, and finally went upstairs to wait.

Sometime later, later than her mother expected, Red arrived at 
her grandmother's house.  She had her basket of half-eaten cake 
and wine, and a bouquet of nosegay flowers.  At this point she 
had kept the cape off, and allowed one strap of her dress to 
dangle off her shoulder.  The dress fit so snuggly on her body, 
though, that it did not matter.  When she reached the door, she 
saw the note written in the hand of her grandmother.  After she 
had read the note, her jaw dropped.  She pulled the note off the 
door, and read the last part of the note again.

With a squeal of joy she burst into the house.  Entering the 
empty living room, she silenced herself to listen.  She did not 
hear anything in the house.

The Wolf was just on the second floor, crouched on all fours.  
His ears were perked up and listening.  He heard Red, but did 
nothing.  Instead he waited.

Once Red was satisfied nobody was awake in the house, she 
allowed herself a small squeal of pleasure.  Dashing into the 
kitchen, she found the largest wine glass she could.  It might 
have been the size of her head; with it, she ran back to the 
living room.  She chose a spot in the middle of the large divan, 
and prepared to indulge in a rare treat.  Wine.  Putting the 
large bottle between her legs she uncorked it.

"Ah... port.  Good stuff."

She poured herself a tall glass, and took a little sip.  She 
puckered her full lips at first, but then it moved into broad 
grin as she felt the warmth spread through her body and up to 
her head.

The Wolf waited.  After much time had passed he could no longer 
hear the tinkling of glass on glass, and could smell her 
intoxicated breath.  In his softest voice he spoke to Red from 
upstairs.

"Red, your grandmother is up.  Why don't you come upstairs to my 
bedroom."

Red was balled up on the divan when she heard the Wolf.  
Normally she would never have mistaken that voice for her 
grandmother, but after finishing the whole bottle of port wine, 
she could not tell the difference.  Rousing herself she got to 
her feet.  Barely.  Looking towards the stairs she saw four sets 
of them.  Fortunately she had been in this house many times, and 
found the stairs by closing her eyes and going by memory.  After 
reaching the top of the stairs, she found the bedroom the same 
way.  Inside the Wolf was in grandmother's large four-post bed.

Crouched down, he smiled at Red.  Her hair was coming out wild 
from underneath her red cap, both straps had fallen loose, and 
her sandals were off.  Red on the other hand could barely see 
the large fuzzy shape that was the bed.

"Come here, sweet," the Wolf said.

"How are you feeling, grandmother?"

"Oh much better now that you're here.  Why don't you climb into 
bed with me."

Red giggled and climbed onto the bed.  She leaned against the 
far post, placing her little toes in front of the Wolf's maw.  
The Wolf sniffed at her dainty feet, and licked at them with his 
large tongue.  She giggled at being tickled.

"Stop that, grandma, that tickles.  I'm afraid there is not much 
left of the wine, and I ate half the cake already."

"That's okay dear.  I had a little something before you got 
here."  The Wolf moved forward on all fours towards Red.  As he 
got closer, Red's could see him a little better.

"Grandma, what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my dear."

With the tip of his nose he nuzzled her feet, her thigh, her 
stomach, her breast, and finally her neck.  She giggled, and 
pushed his muzzle away.

"Grandma, what a big eyes you have."

"The better to see with, my dear.  You have developed into a 
lovely girl."  The Wolf ran his tongue down the exposed part of 
her chest, pushing some of her dress lower.  The area between 
her breasts tasted of nosegays and cake, and as he moved up his 
tongue tasted the perfume, pungent on her neck.  She giggled 
again, and gripping his maw pushed his head away.

"Grandma what large hands you have."

"The better to hold you with, my dear."

Placing his paws on either side of her waist, he pulled himself 
nearly on top of her.  He started to lick at her chest again now 
rolling the dress down.  Her breasts blossomed out. His tongue 
was just large enough to fully cup one.  She groaned in arousal, 
and slumped lower against the post.  Her nipples expanded to 
little buttons at his tongue's caress.  On her body, the red of 
the alcohol was enhanced by the flush of her arousal.

"Oh.  That feels good," she said putting her hands on his maw.  
"Oh... oh, grandma, that feels good.  But what a big mouth you 
have."

"The better to nibble and tickle you with, my dear."  The Wolf 
took a whole breast in his mouth, and it disappeared completely.  
Sharp canines slid across her flesh as he chewed gently.  Tongue 
whipped over her nipple playfully, making her inhale sharply.

"Oh my," she said giggling. "I don't think this is right, 
grandma."

"Don't worry, dear, it's very right."  The Wolf then moved his 
muzzle down and sniffed between her legs.  The perfume was still 
there, but so was the scent of her wet arousal.  He licked her 
thighs, and she breathed in deeply with every stroke.  Higher 
and higher up her leg he licked, until he pushed up the little 
pleated skirt.  When her mound was exposed he smirked when he 
found that it was shaved perfectly smooth.  This was a part of 
Red's meticulous grooming that she did not show off.  She 
widened her legs a little, and he saw her glistening vaginal 
lips.  Her juices were already dripping onto the sheets.  His 
tongue then licked her privates.  She moaned.  Stroking her some 
more, he made her even more moist.  Her breath quickened as she 
spread herself a little further apart, and started to squeeze a 
handful of her own breast.

With the dexterity that only a wolf's tongue could manage, he 
spread her labia apart, and began to explore her girlish hole.  
Inside her, his tongue came into contact with her intact hymen 
wall.

"You're not as bad a girl as I thought you were."

"Oh, I've still been a pretty bad girl.  But I think we should 
stop," she said in a slurred voice, barely conscious even, 
except for her loins.

"Then it's time to complete your corruption." The Wolf started 
to move his hindquarters on top of Red.  She put her hands on 
his chest to push him off, but had no chance of moving his pony-
sized bulk.  Her hands clumsily moved down his body towards the 
back of his body when her hands discovered something.

"Grandma, what a big... big..." she felt the large shaft, which 
she could not even fit in both of her hands.  "What is that?"

"My dick.  It is big.  The better to fuck you with, my dear."

"The WOLF!"  Fear shook some of the alcohol from her head as she 
flipped onto her stomach, and tried to scramble off the bed.  
The Wolf just crouched down on top of her, and with sharp claws 
on her shoulders pulled her back onto the bed directly below 
him.  With her face pressed against the sheets, her scream was 
muffled.  He sat up, and placed one heavy paw onto the small of 
her back.  That alone was enough to hold her small body down.  
She was trapped.  He took a nail on the other paw, and tore a 
straight line down the back of her dress.  The top of her dress 
snapped to the front of her body.  She moved her arms underneath 
her to hold it there, and cover herself as best as she could.  
His nail then hooked under the elastic waistband and the green 
belt, and snapped it on a razor's edge.  Next he cut the two 
stringy straps.  Taking the skirt in his mouth, he yanked the 
whole dress off from under her.  She screamed and tried to curl 
into a naked ball.

He left the velvet cap on.

"Time to taste what's in your basket."  The Wolf then started to 
lick her plump behind.  They were as soft as the rest of her, 
and tasted of the old logs she sat on all day.  Her scent was 
strong there too; piercing odors trying to pull his head deeper 
in.  His tongue then moved into her butt crevice and tasted her 
asshole, and then her vagina.

"No.  Please stop."

"Shut up, bitch.  You flaunted; now you have to pay up."  He 
extended the nails at the small of her back just a little so she 
could feel them.  "Now shut up, while I enjoy this."

His other paw pushed one leg further open.  He licked her hole, 
which was still pumping out juices.  Her clit had now become 
fully aroused, and poked out from underneath its pink hood.  His 
wolf's tongue grazed over it repeatedly, producing a series of 
sharp gasps from Red.

When he finally stopped she lay panting into the bed sheets.  
Placing a forearm on each of her shoulders, he moved on top of 
her.  Realizing what was happening, she struggled and squirmed 
underneath him.  His hind paws held her legs, and pushed them 
apart.  His tail wagged in anticipation so hard that Red felt a 
breeze blowing across her legs.

Red felt the Wolf's member starting to touch her backside.  She 
doubled her struggle, but even had she increased her efforts 
tenfold she would not have been able to throw him.  His hind 
paws spread her legs wider apart, and the head of his penis 
rested at the threshold of her womanhood.  He moved it around to 
slicken her private area with his own juices until she was as 
wet as she could get.

With one quick thrust he entered her.

She screamed in pain.  The Wolf's penis was twice as wide as a 
large man's, and her insides were stretched to their brink to 
accommodate him.  His shaft slid partway down her tube until it 
hit her hymen wall.  When he first entered, it felt like being 
hit by a falling tree, and hitting her wall was almost worse.  
She cried out again.  He pulled back once, and with the strength 
of a heavy horse, rammed through.  The pain was excruciating for 
Red, but her body pumped out more juices when it felt the animal 
all the way inside.

He left it inserted all the way for a moment.  Impaled, she was 
sure that if he stood up, her entire body would just dangle off 
of him.  Blood was seeping out from her onto the sheets.

Unobstructed the Wolf then continued to plunge into her.  It 
felt like a cord of lumber, smooth and thick, sliding into and 
out of her.  To Red's relief and shock, the pain started to 
fade, only to be replaced by pleasure.  She started to moan and 
gasp in joy instead of discomfort.  She cried and smiled at the 
same time.  She then even arched her bottom up to give the Wolf 
a better angle into her.  Then the pace quickened 
uncontrollably.  So much force rammed into her rear that if his 
weight were not on top of her, she would have shot off the bed 
and into the wall.  The Wolf then came into her, and his juices 
hit her like the river swollen with water from the melting snow.

He slowed his assault then, and pulled his still quivering 
member out from her body.  Red's orifice snapped closed behind 
the Wolf's exit.  It was large, pink and tender from use.  His 
creamy liquid was leaking out slowly onto her body and the 
sheets.  Almost like a tender lover, the Wolf started to lick 
her across her back.  She breathed deeply, resting from her 
ordeal.  His licks moved down across the hills of her butt and 
down her limp legs.  She almost welcome the Wolf's soothing 
attentions.  His tongue then began to lick around her vaginal 
lips again.  He lapped up the juices still coating her entryway, 
and then moved them to her asshole.  Grimacing she felt his 
tongue push through to coat the area just inside and around her 
asshole.

"You can't.  Not now... you just..." she said in shock.  She 
looked back, and saw that his large canine penis was stiff 
again.  "That's impossible."

"I'm THE Big Bad Wolf," he said with Evil's grin.

Again she tried to squirm her away, but again the weight 
returned to her back and shoulders.  She felt him shifting his 
weight on top of her and behind her.  Again her legs were spread 
wide, and he rested the tip of his shaft on her, but this time 
to the entrance of her asshole.  She clenched her teeth as he 
started swirling and spiraling it deeper and deeper into the 
tiny hole.  She grunted as it opened wider and wider.  Finally 
he thrust in, and she felt him deep inside her bowels.  She let 
out a cry of pain.

He continued to thrust into her.  More slowly this time, because 
her asshole was tighter than even her unused vagina.  As it 
progressed, again she found that she would occasionally emit a 
cry a pleasure.  Soon her sounds of pleasure outnumbered the 
rest.  And again, her ass raised itself to allow him full 
access.

Having discharged himself once already, the Wolf took his time 
now.  He rocked her for a long time in the ass, and she closed 
her eyes and started rocking along with him.  She raised and 
lowered her soft, sixteen-summer-old rear to meet and greet his 
shaft.  Soon her body moved to a quicker beat, and he upped his 
pace to match her.  Then she started to come, and her body 
convulsed.  Her empty vagina contracted and she let out full 
volume moans.  She tried to extract herself and the Wolf let 
her.  Curling up into a ball underneath, she shivered, and a 
smile crawled across her face.

"You liked that didn't you?" he asked.  "Want more?"

"Absolutely not.  It'll be a cold day in Hell before I GIVE it 
to you."

"Okay, then I guess it's time to kill you."  She looked at him 
in fear.

"I don't want to die."

"Well the choice is yours.  I kill you, or I fuck you.  Which 
one will it be?"

She looked away defeated and said, "I don't want to die."

"Say it.  Say you want me to fuck you."  He roared this command 
at her face.  Hot breath and sharp teeth punctuated his command.

"F-fuck me..." she said.

"Louder.  Say you want me to fuck your cunt!"

"Please fuck my cunt!"

"You wanted me to fuck you since the crossroads, didn't you?"

"What?"

"Say it.  That's why you teased me at the crossroads, because 
you wanted to be violated by me.  Say it!"

"Yes.  Yes.  I wanted to tempt you so that you would fuck me.  
Please fuck me.  Please.  Please."

"Now, that's what I want to hear.  Now on your back."

She rolled onto her back, and he started licking her breasts.  
She raised her arms above her and sighed at the stimulation.  
Her breasts were as soft as fresh bread from the oven.  She 
didn't struggle, and rubbed his head while he played with her.  
He then moved his maw down toward her pelvis.  He opened his 
ferocious jaw, and put her into his mouth.  She gasped in shock 
to see the top of his jaw almost up to her belly button and 
above her soft smooth mound while the his bottom jaw held her 
round bottom.  His cold gray eyes stared at her, and his large 
ears were up in attention. The entire area between her legs was 
inside his mouth.  She felt, but could not see, his tongue slide 
over the bare skin of her mound.  Her heart fluttered at its 
passing, and it moved lower to the apex of her legs.  The tongue 
moved along her lips again.  It played her with clit, spread her 
open, and penetrated her like no human tongue or finger could.

He raised her bottom up about a foot off the bed, and if she had 
not supported her lower body with her legs and back, his teeth 
would have cut into her bottom.  Her breasts tipped toward her 
head as her torso went into an incline.  His ministrations 
inside his mouth caused her to moan again.  He continued this 
for some time; she lost track of how long.  His tongue was so 
flexible that while its tip penetrated her, the back of it 
rubbed vigorously against her clit.  It felt like a side-winding 
snake was inside her.  She started panting and her body pulsated 
in agitation.  Her breasts shook, as her nipples swayed like two 
saplings caught in the wind.  Finally she yelled in orgasm.  Her 
muscles contracted around his tongue, and more juices squirted 
into his mouth.

"The wine you promised me," he said putting her down.  Now 
spread yourself for me.

"It's too soon.  You'll kill me."

"You'll die one way or the other.  Isn't this a much better 
way?"

Tears filled her eyes, but she spread herself for him.

"Raise your legs towards your head.  Lets see how flexible you 
are."  Proving to be extremely flexible, her arms pulled her 
legs up past her ears, and then apart again.  Her sixteen-year-
old vagina was open below him.

Moving on top of her, he placed his tip against her labia.  
Pushing slowly he entered her tight vagina.  She whimpered, but 
continued to hold herself open.  This time he did not put any 
weight on her, and just ministered to the dipping of his penis.  
She had only come moments before, and with this stimulation she 
came again.  He stopped to let it subside a little, but then 
continued again.  She yelled, but he continued to hump her 
slowly.  She came again, and again he let up just a little.  Her 
tight hole was pulsating around him in a regular manner now.  He 
increased his speed as she screamed in pleasure, and she 
continued to hold her legs fully apart.

Her little red cap then finally lost all its fastenings, and 
flew off her head.  Little, light brown curls crashed around her 
face as her head bobbed in agitation.  He sped his movement up 
until finally he exploded into her and she screamed a puppy-like 
howl at the top of her lungs.

He extracted himself leaving her vagina soaked and dripping now 
with more of his juices than hers. She let her legs drop, but 
kept her knees wide apart, not wanting to close them.  Touching 
her crotch tenderly she found herself numb and hot.  Her breaths 
became deeper and slower. She caressed the fur on his chest, and 
he licked her breast some more.

"I did like that," she said.

"Good.  Now I'm hungry."  And he ate her.

Meanwhile, outside the house, the Huntsman walked by.  He had 
been drawn by one of Red's final screams.  Checking the house 
door, he found that it was locked.  He then walked up to a 
nearby chipmunk.

"Excuse me, don't mean to bother you, sir,"  he asked, "but did 
you hear that strange sound?"

"Yes I did," the chipmunk said.  "I heard some other strange 
things coming from grandmother's house too."

"Thank you."  The Huntsman then broke the door down.  Readying 
his rifle he searched the house.  In the living room he found 
the note and the empty bottle.  With his suspicion raised, he 
readied his rifled and searched the rest of the house.  Coming 
to the bedroom he found the Big Bad Wolf napping on 
grandmother's bed.  The Wolf awoke immediately, because of his 
acute senses.  He growled at the Huntsman loud enough to make 
the house shake.

Before the Wolf pounced, the Huntsmen leveled his rifle at the 
Wolf.  The Wolf stopped immediately.  Suspecting what happened, 
that the Wolf had eaten both Red and her grandmother, he did not 
fire.  Instead he rushed the Wolf, and knocked him across the 
head with the butt of the rifle.  The Wolf flopped on the floor 
senseless. He felt himself grabbed from behind.

"Alright, you dirty animal.  This is what you get for your 
wicked ways!"

The Huntsman then unzipped his pants, and extracted his large 
penis.  Grabbing the delirious Wolf's rump, he rammed his dick 
into his ass making the Wolf howl in pain.  Weakened horribly by 
the rifle strike, the Wolf could do nothing but lie there.  The 
Huntsman drove into him with muscles developed over years of 
working the Woods, pounding the Wolf with the force of a 
redwood.  Soon the Huntsman came into the Wolf, squirting in his 
syrup.  The Wolf howled again.  After he extracted himself, the 
Huntsman hit the Wolf in the back of the head, and the Wolf fell 
to the floor unconscious.

Taking a pair of scissors from one of grandmother's drawers, the 
Huntsman cut the Wolf open, and out poured Red and her 
grandmother.  The Huntsman saw Red's naked form and the remnants 
of her torn dress.  He easily pieced together what had happened.

"Well I hope you both have learned your lesson," he told them.  
"Grandmother, you should always lock the door, and check who it 
is before you open it.  And you, Red.  You should not be going 
around dressed like a slut.  You're just asking to be violated.  
You got what you deserved.  I have no sympathy for either of 
you.  Understand?"

"Yes, sir," they both said.

In the future, Little Red Cap, never flirted or flaunted her 
sexuality.  She was a good girl who wore long skirts and thick 
wool sweaters.  And her grandmother always locked the door, and 
checked who it was before she opened it.  Unfortunately 
grandmother died when hooligans killed and mugged her by 
breaking in through the second story window.  And Red was raped 
again one day.  A ram, taking offense at all the wool she was 
wearing, forced himself on her.

The End
