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Little Red Riding Hood
It was a warm day. Tall trees shaded most of the dirt road, leaving gaps of sunlight on the ground. Grass bordered both sides of the path. Chirping birds and other creatures made sure the perimeter was rarely silent.
Moving on two legs, a wolf was strolling through, looking for a mate. His white snout was topped by an olive-sized, black nose. Covered in gray fur, his body had a fairly thick torso with contrasting thin limbs. Both white-gloved hands were similar to those of a man. Three big toes were on each of his big, white feet, tipped by thin black claws. A long tail wagged behind him.
As usual, the Big Bad Wolf was hungry. Not for food, but for sex. It had been weeks since his former mate, the Petite Naughty Wolf, was shot by a hunter. To this day, he searched the woods for another wolf, but nothing.
The wolf suddenly caught whiff of a foreign scent and stopped walking. His nose wiggled and his face followed it to the sky. Then his head twitched to his left. The odor was getting closer, and stronger. Whatever it was, it was making his mouth water. He turned his head and looked behind him.
In the distance, 9-year-old Little Red Riding Hood skipped merrily through the forest. A red cape was looped over her head and dangling down to the back of her thighs. Curly blond hair could be seen under her hood. Her freckled face had a small nose and blue eyes. The hem of her white dress reached her thighs. Black shoes were on her feet, hiding the white socks that clothed her shins. In her right hand was a small, brown basket with a white sheet covering its contents.
Noticing the bushes beside him, the wolf quickly hid behind them. As the girl got closer, he could hear her humming "Mr. Golden Sun". His ears perked up when he felt her presence, so he jumped out in front of her and menacingly stood with both hands up.
"Aaah!" Little Red Riding Hood screamed, stumbling backwards.
"What are you doing here all alone, little girl?" the wolf asked gently, putting his arms down.
"I-I-I was j-just on my way t-to my Grandma's house." The girl shivered in fear. Her hands were held up before her chest.
With big, yellow eyes, the wolf looked the girl up and down; from her scared, childish face, to her undeveloped chest, down below her skirt. No longer shaking, her bare, chubby legs were visible beneath her white skirt. His cock began to stir in its sheath, but he didn't want to frighten the girl away. He decided to change the subject. "Well, what's in the basket?"
The girl put her hands by her sides. "Me and my mommy got Grandma some goodies that we could share when I get to her house."
"Where is this house? Maybe we can all share whatever's in there."
"Um, my mommy said I should never talk to strangers... or talking wolves. I better be going now."
"Okay, sorry for scaring you like that." He shifted aside and let the girl through. As she continued her journey, the wolf kept his eyes on her.
"Just in time," the wolf thought to himself.
A lump slowly grew in his gray crotch. Gradually, the tip of the lump spread open, revealing a purple interior. The purple part increased in size to about 10 inches until his cock was fully displayed. A dark gray, furry sack hung beneath it. It bobbed about as he started walking.
Fortunately for the wolf, he knew a very good shortcut. Right beside him was a set of trees. He stepped off the path and cut through them. After 3 seconds of ducking under logs and sidestepping past trees, he reached a small, white cottage.
Atop the wooden cottage was a brown slate roof. A white door was in between two windows with their brown exterior shutters open. Five large stones made a path from the white picket fence to the door.
The wolf walked up the path and knocked on the door. After a moment, the door opened and a thin, old woman stood before him. Behind her was a round table with two brown chairs pushed in.
The short woman's light gray hair was topped by a light blue nightcap. Small glasses were on her long nose, covering her blue eyes. Red freckles dotted her wrinkly face and neck. A light blue nightgown clothed her from shoulders to shins. She also wore navy blue bunny slippers.
"Yes?" she asked the wolf who towered three inches over her head.
The left hand of the wolf swiftly went to the grandmother's mouth and pushed her backwards into the house. After kicking the door closed, he got behind her and his other hand went around her chest. Looking back, he dragged the whimpering old lady backwards until he bumped into a wall. With his right hand, he twisted the silver knob of the door and pulled it open. It was a small, conveniently empty closet.
"In ya go!" said the wolf.
Letting Grandma go, he bent her over and kicked her ass inside -- literally. There was a crash, but he ignored it. Just as he was about to slam the door, her head popped back out, her face a mask of wrinkly fury. "You no-good, dirty cuntblocker!" she snarled. "I was just about to get mine from the huntsman!"
The wolf paused, giving her a flat, unimpressed stare. He had a more pressing appointment to keep. Without another word, he kicked the door shut, the solid thud knocking her out cold. He opened it again, stretched his arm inside, and pulled out a nightgown and hat. The nightgown fit the wolf perfectly, for some reason. In order to put the hat on, he had to lower his ears. He left the room and went through a doorway that led to Grandma's room.
The bedroom had white walls and an oval-shaped, green carpet laid near the foot of the bed. A red-and-white-checkered blanket covered the queen-sized bed up to the white pillows. The wolf jumped in and pulled the blanket up to his neck. Sometime later, his ears perked up, picking up a humming tune. He turned his head and looked out the four-pane window that was to his left.
Skipping on the stone path, Little Red Riding Hood hummed the notes of "Skip To My Lou". When she made it to the door, she knocked three times.
"COME IN!" the wolf bellowed loud enough for the girl to hear, although there was a significant distance between the bedroom and the front door.
The girl entered the house and walked into the bedroom. She put her basket on the floor and looked at the "woman" with the snout, fur, and pointy ears. "Why Grandma, what big eyes you have."
"All the better to see you with, my dear."
"And Grandma, what big ears you have."
"All the better to hear you with, my dear."
"And Grandma, what big teeth you have."
With a guttural snarl that vibrated through the floorboards, the wolf launched himself from the bed. "All the better to EAT you with, my dear!" he roared. But instead of teeth, his weapon was a startling, brutal strength. His white-gloved hands shot out, hooking into the waistband of her simple white panties. With one sharp, merciless tug, the delicate fabric gave way with a rip, leaving her naked and exposed under her dress.
Before she could even form a gasp, he dropped to his knees, burying his snout under the hem of her dress. The cold, wet leather of his nose pressed directly against her hairless slit, making her jolt. "Grandma! Your nose is so cold," she giggled, the sound high and innocent, completely oblivious to the danger.
The giggle died in her throat, replaced by a sharp, shocked inhale as something impossibly long and rough began to drag itself over her most sensitive place. His tongue. It wasn't like a person's at all; it was wider, textured, and impossibly strong. It lapped at her pink folds with a wet, slurping sound that echoed in the quiet room. "Oh! Grandma, what is that? It feels... funny!" she squeaked, her small hands flying down to clutch at the fur on his head. Juice and saliva dripped onto the wooden floor, making a sticky puddle as her legs began to quiver uncontrollably.
Then came the true shock. The wolf gently but firmly closed his jaws, clamping his mouth over her entire groin. It wasn't a bite; it was a possessive, inescapable cage of bone and fang that held her pelvis perfectly still. With his target locked in place, he unleashed his full length. Eight, nine, ten inches of thick, powerful, flexible tongue surged into her tiny body.
Her back arched like a drawn bow. A choked cry escaped her lips as the tongue wormed its way impossibly deep, a hot, living thing exploring places she didn't know existed. "Whoa! Grandma! Something's inside me!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of shock and dawning pleasure. The tip of his tongue pressed against her immature cervix, a strange, deep pressure that bloomed into a shocking warmth. Her mind went blank. All thought, all fear, all memory of the path to Grandma's house vanished, replaced by the single, overwhelming sensation of being filled. He tasted of wild things, and she, to him, tasted of sun-ripe berries and sweet cream. He growled in approval, the vibration traveling up his tongue and into her core, making her gasp. "It's humming!"
That was all it took. Her first orgasm ripped through her, a violent, clenching spasm that stole her breath. "Oooohhh! Grandma! It's happening! My tummy feels all... fizzy!" she wailed, a high-pitched, breathless whimper the only sound she could make as her tiny cunt clenched rhythmically around his invading tongue. Her knees buckled, but his jaw held her fast, her entire body weight now supported by his grip on her hips and his tongue buried deep inside her.
He gave her a moment to twitch through the aftershocks, then began to move again. This time, the thick muscle slithered lower, tracing the sensitive skin between her holes before pressing insistently against her tight, puckered anus. She whimpered, a fresh wave of fear cutting through her pleasure. "Not there, Grandma! That's dirty!" she protested weakly. It was a small, sharp pain as he forced his way inside, stretching the resistant ring of muscle. But the pain was fleeting, immediately swallowed by a deep, spreading warmth as his tongue twisted and writhed in her ass, lubricating and opening her with a primal expertise. The dual sensation of being so utterly filled and claimed was intoxicating. "Oh... oh, that feels... weird... but... but don't stop," she panted, her voice thin and reedy. "It feels... so tingly... oh... oh, please don't stop!"
He didn't. He alternated, fucking her pussy with his tongue for a few devastating strokes, then switching to her ass, keeping her body in a constant state of shocked pleasure. The second orgasm hit her harder than the first, a deep, rolling wave of pleasure that made her vision swim. "Again! It's happening again! Oh, Grandma, it's so good! More! Please more!" she babbled, her small fingers digging into his fur, her hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth. She was nothing but a conduit for sensation, a puppet dancing on the strings of his tongue.
For the finale, he did something that shattered what was left of her mind. He split his tongue at the tip, a trick of his unique biology, and drove both forks deep into her ass and pussy simultaneously.
A silent scream tore from her throat as her third orgasm crashed over her. It wasn't a wave; it was a tsunami. "GRANDMAAAAA!" she shrieked, the sound full of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her entire body seized, convulsing with a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her small body going completely limp. She would have collapsed to the floor in a heap if his jaw hadn't still been clamped possessively around her. He held her there, a boneless, quivering doll, as he slowly, lazily lapped up the overflowing juices of her release, his tail thumping a triumphant rhythm against the floor.
The wolf's jaw finally unclamped with a wet, popping sound. He lifted his head, his muzzle glistening with the sweet, sticky proof of her release. Little Red Riding Hood was a complete mess—a boneless, quivering ragdoll. Her legs were useless, and she would have collapsed in a puddle on the floor if not for his firm grip on her waist.
Still holding her, he effortlessly straightened his powerful legs, lifting her small, limp body into the air. Her head lolled back, her blond hair dangling like a golden curtain as her bare legs dangled uselessly. With a deep, possessive growl, he tossed her onto the bed. "In ya go!" The command was rough, animalistic, and final. She landed on the mattress with a soft, bouncing thump, her limbs splayed out like a starfish. She didn't move, just lay there panting, her eyes glassy and unfocused, still lost in the fog of her orgasms.
He was on her in an instant. He loomed over her, his shadow completely covering her small frame, before reaching for the bright red cloak still looped around her neck. He snatched it off in one fluid motion, throwing it carelessly to the floor. His hands then went to the hem of her white dress. He didn't undress her gently; he grabbed the fabric and roughly pulled it up and over her head. The motion was so forceful it lifted her shoulders off the bed before she flopped back down.
Now she was completely naked except for her black shoes and the pristine white socks on her shins. The contrast was stark: her pale, freckled skin against the dark red-and-white checkered bedspread. He placed one large, white-gloved hand flat on the small of her back, his hand spanning almost her entire torso, and with a simple, easy movement, flipped her over. Her body rolled limply onto her stomach before he guided her up onto her hands and knees. She was compliant, her muscles too spent to resist. Her head hung down, her curly hair brushing against the quilt.
And there it was. Her small, perfectly round ass was presented to him, high in the air. It was a vision of 9-year-old perfection. Her childish pussy and ass were slightly gaped and glistening from his tongue and her own juices, framed in a small but luscious ass and a puffy little pussy. His torrid, 10-inch tapered doggy cock, an angry red rocket already leaking pre-cum, throbbed in anticipation.
He leaned in, not to fuck her, but to admire. To worship. His long, red tongue snaked out and gently lapped at her puffy, swollen clit. She whimpered, her hips twitching at the direct contact. "Oh... Grandma," she sighed, her voice muffled by the quilt. He then moved higher, his tongue circling her puckered, pink asshole before pressing his mouth to it and sucking. The wet, obscene sound filled the room as he tried to force his tongue inside her from this new angle, managing only about four inches without his snout clamped over her. He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her body.
His admiration was over. It was time.
He shifted, positioning the angry, tapered tip of his 10-inch canine cock directly at her saliva-slicked asshole. It looked impossibly large against that tiny, innocent opening. He took a moment, gripping her hips with both hands, the fur on his thumbs brushing against the soft skin of her lower back. He held her there, a perfect, trembling offering, ready to be broken.
With a guttural growl, the wolf abandoned all pretense of gentleness. He tightened his grip on her small hips, his white-gloved fingers digging into her soft flesh, and in one swift, merciless lunge, he buried the first six inches of his torrid, tapered cock deep into her ass.
The air was shattered by a piercing, genuine scream of pain from Little Red Riding Hood. It wasn't a sound of pleasure, but of a small body being forced past its natural limits. Her back arched violently, and she tried to scramble forward, away from the invading rod, but his iron grip on her hips held her fast, impaling her on his length. "Grandma! Wrong hooooolle!" she wailed, her voice high and thin with panic.
The wolf leaned over her, his furry chest brushing against her back. "Hush now, Red," he rumbled, his voice a deep, calming vibration against her skin. "Grandma is just teaching you something new. Now be a good girl and let Grandma fuck you."
He held still for a moment, letting her body adjust to the thick intrusion. But the adjustment wasn't happening. Her preteen ass was a furnace, a velvet vise that clenched down on him in a desperate, reflexive attempt to expel him. Her pained whimpers filled the room. "It hurts... it hurts so much," she sobbed into the quilt.
He began to move again, slow, shallow grinds that forced his cock a little deeper with each rotation. That's when he felt it—the resistance. The tapered tip of his cock pressed against the tight, muscular curve deep inside her. He pushed.
A new, sharper cry tore from her throat as a blinding, deep ache bloomed in her belly. It felt like he was punching her from the inside, stretching her in a way she didn't know was possible. She struggled in earnest now, her small hands pushing against the mattress, her legs kicking uselessly. "Stop! Please, stop, Grandma! It's too deep!"
"Almost there, my dear," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Just a little more." With one final, determined push, he breached the wall. She felt a strange, sickening pop deep within her as her colon was forced straight. The pain was blinding, a white-hot agony that stole her breath.
Then, he was in. All the way. His heavy, furry sack rested against the soft skin of her puffy little pussy, his 10 inches buried to the hilt in her tiny, nine-year-old body.
He stayed there, balls deep, grinding his hips in a slow, circular motion. The overwhelming, unrelenting pressure was too much. Her mind went blank, and her body took over. A wave of heat, completely separate from the pain, washed over her. Her face, wet with tears, turned a deep, blotchy red. A shudder started in her legs and traveled up her spine.
"O-oh... oh no..." she whimpered, and then it hit her.
Her entire body seized, her ass clamping down on his cock like a vise as a powerful, painful orgasm ripped through her. It was an agony of pleasure, a shuddering, full-body convulsion that left her gasping and crying, her small form trembling uncontrollably as she came hard around the thick shaft that had just rearranged her insides.
As the last of the tremors subsided, she collapsed bonelessly onto the quilt, a soft, hiccupping sob escaping her lips. She was utterly spent, a ragdoll of sensation. "G-Grandma?" she stammered, her voice muffled by the bedspread. "Your... your strap-on... it's pulsing. And it's so, so warm inside me. I've never felt one do that before."
The wolf simply let out a low, dismissive growl. He had waited long enough. His grip on her hips tightened once more, and without another word, he began to move.
He pulled back slowly, drawing several inches of his thick cock out of her, her ass clinging to him before he slammed it back in, hard. Her entire body jolted forward with the impact. Then he did it again. And again. He set a brutal, rhythmic pace, his heavy balls slapping against her puffy pussy with each deep thrust. The room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh, mingled with her sharp, breathless cries and his guttural grunts of exertion. He was finally fucking her the way he'd wanted to since he first saw her skipping down the path.
The wolf found his rhythm, a primal, animalistic piston. His powerful hips drove his thick cock in and out of her preteen ass with a steady, punishing cadence, his furry pelvis smacking against her soft globes, making them ripple with each brutal impact. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of his body against hers, mingled with her sharp, breathless cries and his guttural grunts. Her pained sobs had devolved into high-pitched, staccato "uh! uh! uh!" sounds, forced from her lungs with every deep, filling thrust.
While maintaining his relentless pace, he released one hip. He brought that large, white-gloved hand around her side, his fingers finding their way to the front of her thighs. "Grandma's going to make you feel so good, my dear," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "So much better than any little girl should feel."
His thick digits brushed against her swollen, puffy pussy, already dripping wet. The contact was electric. Her whole body jerked. "Oh! Oh!" she gasped. He didn't hesitate, finding her small, tight opening and sliding one thick digit inside her while his thumb began to rub rough, fast circles over her clit. The dual stimulation was too much. She was being fucked and fingered, a coordinated assault on her young nervous system.
The combination of the deep, full thrusts in her ass and the direct, insistent pressure on her clit triggered her second orgasm almost immediately. It wasn't a painful shock this time, but a wave of intense, dizzying pleasure. Her whole body went rigid, her ass clamping down hard on his cock as she let out a long, wavering moan. Her small cunt spasmed around his finger.
The wolf didn't stop. "That's it, Red! Cum for Grandma!" he snarled, pounding her harder as her orgasm peaked. He forced her through it and beyond, his finger pumping in and out of her pussy, his thumb relentlessly grinding her button. He pushed her over the edge again and again. A third orgasm hit her, a series of sharp, convulsive shudders that left her legs shaking.
"So good... Grandma... s-so... g-good..." she babbled, her words broken up by his powerful thrusts, drool pooling on the quilt beneath her.
By the fourth, she was a drooling, whimpering mess. Her body was just a vessel for pleasure, completely at his mercy. She was no longer thinking, just feeling, drowning in a sea of sensation. The wolf felt his own climax building, a tidal wave of pressure at the base of his shaft. She was so much tighter, so much more responsive than the Petite Naughty Wolf, so much more fun than any pig. He needed more. He needed to lock her to him.
His rhythm changed. The long strokes shortened into short, sharp, grinding jabs. A new pressure bloomed at the base of his cock. "W-what's that?" she whimpered, feeling her rim stretch wider with every inward push.
"Grandma's... got a... surprise..." he grunted, his voice strained as he fought for control. He jabbed harder, trying to work that new part of him into her. The control broke. A guttural bark ripped from his throat. Then a high-pitched yip! He was losing himself to the animal instinct to bind, to knot, to claim his mate completely. He forced the very tip of his swelling knot past her tight rim. She cried out, a fresh jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through her as he began to snarl and pant, his hips twitching uncontrollably.
The wolf abandoned all pretense of rhythm. His movements became primal, instinctual jabs, forcing himself deeper with short, powerful bucks of his hips. The focus was on the immense pressure and stretching as his knot, now the size of a small fist, was forced past her tight rim. Red was no longer coherent, just a bundle of raw nerves. A searing burn, teetering on the edge of agony, was followed by the shocking betrayal of her body clenching, trying to pull him in. Her mouth was agape in a silent scream as she was stretched to what felt like her breaking point.
With one final, guttural shove, the knot popped fully inside her. Her ass clamped down around the base behind it, and they were locked. The searing stretch subsided, replaced by the terrifying, absolute feeling of being full, of being trapped, of being connected in the most profound and violating way.
Now that he was locked in, he couldn't thrust. He ground against her in short, frantic bursts, his knot swelling even larger inside her, pressing against her insides in a maddening, deep pressure. The "Grandma" persona shattered completely. His long, red tongue lolled out of his mouth, dripping hot saliva onto her golden curls, plastering them to her neck and shoulder. Barks and yips escaped him in a constant, primal cacophony.
"Such a good little pup," he panted, his voice a guttural rasp. "Take it... take my knot... fuck yes..." He humped faster, his words dissolving into animalistic noise. "Gonna fill you... gonna breed this tight little rump... Take my cum deep in your belly, pup! Take it all!"
His grinding became frantic and erratic. His whole body tensed, and he threw his head back, unleashing a long, triumphant howl that shook the cottage windows. The flood began. It wasn't spurts; it was a continuous, high-pressure torrent. Red felt his cock throb and pulse deep inside her as a massive amount of hot, thick semen was pumped directly into her. She could feel her belly distending slightly, a strange, warm bloating sensation as he emptied himself into her. The heat was immense.
After the howl, he collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her to the bed. He was panting heavily, his fur matted with sweat, his heart hammering against her back. His knot remained rock-hard and swollen inside them, an unyielding anchor. The raw, burning fullness was still overwhelming. In a daze, her small hand reached back, fumbling behind her. Her fingers first brushed against his sweaty, matted fur. They traveled down, over the powerful muscle of his thigh, until they found the point of their violent joining.
She felt it. The thick, impossibly hard base of his cock, buried deep inside her. She felt the swollen, taut skin of the knot, stretched tight against her rim. And she felt for what she expected to be the straps of a harness. Her fingers explored the area where the base should meet leather or buckles. There was nothing. Only hot, furry flesh, and the undeniable, seamless transition from his body to the impaling shaft. It was one complete piece.
Panic, cold and sharp, cut through the fog. She started to struggle, trying to squirm out from under his weight, to pull away. But she couldn't. His weight pinned her, and the knot held her fast. Every movement only served to twist the thick shaft inside her guts. It was a painful, grinding lever, but the friction sent fresh, unwanted jolts of pleasure sparking through her overstimulated nerves.
Her struggling ceased. The painful-pleasurable twisting had taught her that resistance was futile, and the logic of a nine-year-old began to piece things together. Her small hand, still resting on the seamless join of his body and the shaft impaling her, had confirmed the truth. She pushed herself up slightly, her voice small and genuinely curious. "You're... ugh... not my grand... ma!"
The wolf lifted his head, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating through his chest and into her back. He nuzzled her neck, his whiskers tickling her skin. "Clever girl," he growled, not menacingly, but playfully. "But I'm not a stranger, either. Don't you remember? We met on the path earlier." He continued, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, "Grandma's just taking a little nap in the cupboard. She was tired, so I said I'd take over for a bit. Make sure you got your special delivery." He punctuated "special delivery" with a small, deliberate grind of his hips, making the knot shift pleasurably inside her.
The fear evaporated, replaced by simple acceptance. This wasn't a monster; this was the wolf from the woods, and he was just taking Grandma's turn. "Oh," she said, as if that explained everything. "You're not so scary." A giggle escaped her. "What's your name?" she asked, wiggling slightly.
"They call me the Big Bad Wolf," he rumbled, puffing out his chest.
Her eyes went wide with delight. "Mr. Big!" she squealed, and burst into a fit of giggles. The name was perfect. Her laughter was infectious. The wolf joined in with happy yips and barks, then began enthusiastically licking her face, his rough, wet tongue bathing her cheeks and forehead in slobber. It was sloppy and ticklish, and she shrieked with laughter, trying to push his head away playfully.
As they played, his large, knotted cock still pulsed deep inside her. She realized that when she laughed and wiggled, it felt even better. A bold, curious idea took hold. She stopped struggling and started moving. She experimentally ground her small hips back against him, discovering she could make the knot press against just the right spot inside her. The wolf felt her change and stopped his own movements, letting her take the lead. "Atta girl," he panted encouragingly. "Ride it, pup."
Her movements were clumsy but enthusiastic. It didn't take long. She found a rhythm that sent a sharp, electric jolt through her. Her whole body tensed, and she let out a high-pitched squeal of pure delight as a powerful, self-induced orgasm crashed through her.
Before she could even recover, the wolf was ready to help her win again. He resumed his playful grinding, timing his twists with her own movements. His large, white-gloved hand slid around her hip, his fingers finding her sensitive clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. He rubbed her in fast circles while she continued to grind on his knot. The second orgasm hit her harder than the first, a full-body tremor that left her gasping and limp, her face pressed into the quilt.
After her second orgasm, she was completely spent. The wolf felt the knot begin to subside. He waited a moment more, then with a firm grip on her hips, he gave a solid tug. There was a loud, wet POP, followed by a surprised yelp from Red as the thick cock and shrunken knot finally pulled free. He rolled off her, and she lay there, her ass gaping and dripping with a river of his cum, a huge, satisfied grin on her face as rivulets of cum streamed from her ass.
A satisfied warmth radiated from her core. Red slid from the bed, a new, confident sway to her hips. The wolf watched, his yellow eyes fixed on the glistening trail of his own seed that dribbled down the inside of her pale thighs with every step. She reached her basket and bent over at the waist, presenting her puffy, well-used ass to him without a hint of shyness. She rummaged for a moment before pulling out the long, black strap-on.
She held it up, her head tilted. Her gaze shifted from the flaccid rubber toy to the wolf's real cock, which was already thickening, the tip emerging from its sheath in response to the erotic display. A knowing giggle escaped her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the useless toy over her shoulder. It landed with a soft thud in the corner, forgotten.
She climbed back onto the bed, crawling on all fours until her face was inches from his. She placed her small hands on his broad, gray chest, her blue eyes wide with a mix of adoration and raw need. "Mr. Big," she whispered, her voice serious and intense. "Forget that fake thing." She leaned closer, her hot breath ghosting over his snout. "I want you... to pound my little kitty with your big puppy cock."
The words, so innocent yet so filthy, struck him like lightning. His cock responded instantly, snapping to full, rigid attention, the purple tip swelling as it throbbed against his belly. A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest.
The wolf's growl deepened, a predatory rumble that vibrated through the mattress and up her spine. He didn't give her a moment to reconsider. In one swift, powerful movement, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her back. She landed with a soft "oof," her hair fanning out against the quilt. He moved over her, his massive gray body casting a shadow that completely enveloped her small, pale frame. His sheer size made her feel tiny, fragile, and utterly possessed.
He hooked his powerful arms under her knees, lifting her legs and spreading them wide. Her tiny, hairless slit was now completely exposed and vulnerable to his burning gaze. He looked down, a hungry grin spreading across his muzzle as he lined up the thick, pointed tip of his red rocket with her minuscule entrance.
Seeing the intimidating size of his cock—impossibly thick compared to her tiny hole—Red's confidence wavered. "Mr. Big... I-I don't know if it'll fit," she stammered, her voice a breathy mix of fear and keen anticipation.
The wolf chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. "Don't you worry, pup," he rumbled, his voice a vibration she felt in her very bones. "We'll make it fit. I'll just have to... reshape your little kitty a bit."
With that, he pushed. The tapered tip of his cock met the tight resistance of her entrance. He didn't hesitate, applying a slow, unyielding pressure that stole her breath. A sharp, burning sting shot through her, far more intense than anything she'd felt before. It wasn't a stretch; it was an invasion.
"Mr. Big! It's too big! It's splitting me!" she cried out, her voice tight with a pained gasp. Her body arched clean off the quilt, a rigid bow of pure sensation. Her hands flew to his shoulders, small fingers digging desperately into his thick gray fur, anchoring herself against the overwhelming force.
Then, with a wet pop, the thick head of his cock breached her tight ring of muscle. The sharp pain subsided into a deep, intense ache as his thick, veiny shaft forced its way deeper, rearranging her insides to accommodate his impossible size. He didn't stop until he was hilted, his heavy furry balls resting against her ass cheeks, her body completely full of him.
He paused, letting her adjust, the pain already dulling into a throbbing heat. He began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, setting a deep, devastating rhythm. Leaning down, his hot breath washed over her flat chest. His long, rough tongue laved over her skin, circling one tiny, hard nipple, sending a jolt straight to her clit. Her pussy clenched around him, a moan escaping her lips.
Then, his muzzle covered her face. His long, red tongue, slick with saliva, pushed past her lips, filling her mouth completely. It didn't stop. It slid over her own tongue and kept going, pushing eight inches down her throat. Her eyes shot wide in shock. She couldn't breathe, couldn't scream. He held her there, rhythmically fucking her throat with his tongue in perfect time with the deep strokes of his cock.
The combination was cataclysmic. The deep, powerful thrusts rearranging her insides, the rough licking on her nipple, the utter violation of having her throat so completely claimed—it all shattered something inside her. The pain was gone, consumed by a blinding, all-consuming pleasure. Her body, arched in agony just moments before, now arched in ecstasy. A muffled, high-pitched scream was forced out around the thick muscle filling her throat as her first, real orgasm ripped through her.
Her entire body convulsed, her little cunt spasming violently around his invading shaft. Through the haze of her climax, a desperate need took over. She tried to form the words, to beg for what she was receiving. "M-More, M-Mister B-Big," she attempted to gasp, but the sounds came out as a series of wet, garbled, gurgled moans around the thick tongue plugging her throat. It was the sound of a little girl being broken and blissfully remade, and it was the hottest thing the wolf had ever heard.
The wolf felt her garbled plea and the violent, milking clench of her pussy around his cock. A deep, satisfied rumble vibrated in his chest. He owned her. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled his long tongue from her throat, leaving a glistening trail of spit that connected her lips to his muzzle for a moment before snapping. Red gasped, a thin string of drool hanging from her chin as she sucked in ragged, desperate breaths.
He didn't stop the deep, punishing rhythm of his hips. He leaned down, his burning yellow eyes locking onto her dazed, half-lidded blue ones. "What was that, pup?" he rumbled, his voice a low, mocking purr. "Couldn't hear you with my tongue fucking your throat. Say it again."
Her mind was a fog of pleasure, but his command cut through it all. Her voice was a hoarse, breathy whisper, utterly broken. "I... I said more, Mr. Big," she panted, her small hips bucking up to meet his next brutal thrust. "Please... more..."
"Good girl." The wolf's grin was pure predator. He plunged his tongue back into her mouth, claiming her, silencing any further words and replacing them with the wet, sloppy sounds of their bodies crashing together.
The verbal submission was his green light. The pace shifted from punishing to primal. He grabbed her hips with both paws, his claws pricking her skin as he began to pound her in earnest. The bedframe slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, a relentless percussion of flesh on fur punctuated by Red's high-pitched, muffled cries. Every thrust slammed his thick cock against the tight ring of her cervix, a sharp, intoxicating spice to the overwhelming pleasure.
He pulled his tongue out again, starving for the sound of it. "Come on, my little bitch," he snarled, his voice ragged with his own building need. "Squeeze my cock. Show me how much you love it. Fucking come for me!"
His command was the trigger. Her entire body locked up, then exploded. "F-FUDGE! FUDGE! FUUUUUDGE!" she screamed, the word torn from her throat raw and loud. Her vision whites out as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down on his shaft like a vise, milking him as her thighs trembled and her back arched off the bed.
As the spasms subsided, a new, intense sensation took over. The tapered tip of his cock was now hammering directly against her cervix with every brutal, short thrust. "MR. BIG! IT'S... SO DEEP! H-HURT ME!" she shrieked, a fresh wave of tears mixing with the sweat on her face.
"Gonna breed you, pup," he grunted, his voice strained with primal need. "Gonna fuck my cock right into your little womb."
With one final, brutal lunge, he drove his hips forward. There was a sharp, internal pop that made them both gasp. Red's eyes flew wide. "IT'S IN! YOU'RE INSIDE MY TUMMY!" A blinding flash of pain shot through her, followed immediately by the most bizarre, intense sensation of fullness she had ever felt. The tapered tip of his cock had breached her cervix and was now nestled inside her womb.
But he wasn't done. As he ground his hips, she felt a new, impossible pressure building at her entrance. The base of his cock was swelling, stretching her already straining opening to a new, agonizing limit. "NO! NO MORE! I CAN'T!" she sobbed, thrashing beneath him. The wolf just snarled and drove forward. With one final, brutal shove, his enormous, swollen knot popped past her tight rim. They were now inseparably joined, his tip in her womb and his knot locking her to him. The dual sensation of being stuffed at both ends was so overwhelming it sent her right back to the edge.
He collapsed over her, his weight pinning her down. He nuzzled her neck, his hot breath ghosting over her ear. "Mine," he whispered, the word a final, absolute claim.
His entire body tensed. A deep, guttural howl erupted from his chest. His cock, buried deeper than anything had ever been, began to throb violently. Rope after rope of his hot, thick wolf-cum blasted directly into the unprotected cavity of her womb. The sensation of being filled in such a primal, overwhelming way was the final straw. "FILL ME! PUT A BABY IN MY TUMMY! CUM IN MY TUMMY!" Red shrieked, her voice cracking with pure bliss. A silent scream escaped her lips as her third, most intense orgasm crashed over her, a long, rolling wave of pleasure that made her entire body tremble uncontrollably as her womb was painted white with his seed.
The cottage door flew open with a cheerful BANG. The Huntsman stood there, a large, jolly man with a big, bushy beard tucked into his leather lederhosen. He'd pushed the door open with one hand while enthusiastically stroking his own rather impressive, semi-erect cock with the other. "OMA! DER HUNTSMAN IST HERE, UND I HAVE A SAUSAGE FOR YOUR SCHNITZEL!" he bellowed, his voice thick with a stereotypical Bavarian accent.
He strode into the cottage, his carefree tune dying on his lips as he took in the scene before him. The bed was a wreck. The air smelled of sweat, sex, and something wild. And there, pinned to the bed and convulsing, was Little Red Riding Hood, her face a mask of tear-stained ecstasy as she screamed, "CUM IN MY TUMMY!"
The wolf, deep in the throes of his orgasm and his knot-lock, didn't startle. He slowly turned his head, his yellow eyes locking onto the intruder. A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest, a clear warning. There was no fear, only annoyance at being interrupted.
The Huntsman's gaze darted from the cumming child to the wolf. His jaw dropped. He saw the gray fur, the powerful body, the sheer inhumanity of the creature rutting into the girl. His brain struggled to process the sheer wrongness of the scene.
As if on cue, the wolf opened its maw wide in a silent snarl. An impossibly long, thick, red tongue unfurled, a glistening serpent of flesh nearly eight inches long. With deliberate slowness, the wolf clamped his jaws down around Red's face—not to bite, but to claim. The thick tongue, still inside her mouth, visibly expanded, stretching the neck of the bucking, crying, cumming child from the inside out. Her screams became wet, gurgled chokes of pure, overwhelmed pleasure.
The Huntsman froze completely for one, two, three seconds. His cheerful demeanor evaporated, replaced by a stark, pale-faced understanding. He saw the knot, the tongue, the orgasm, the whole fucked-up package. His eyes glazed over as his brain hit CTRL+ALT+DEL on the entire situation.
He blinked once. A single word, quiet and full of finality, escaped his lips. "Nope."
He blinked again, a wide, unnervingly cheerful smile spreading across his face. He gave the rutting couple a cheerful little wave with his free hand. "Ya, I come back later, Oma! You two have fun with Herr Wolfsmann!"
Without another sound, he turned on his heel, his jaunty stride returning with a desperate, manic energy. He practically skipped out of the cottage, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound of his whistled tune faded quickly into the forest, leaving the wolf and his new mate to their bliss.
The wolf's howl faded into a satisfied pant, his body draped over the small girl trembling beneath him. The thick knot at the base of his cock held them fast, an intimate, inescapable lock. He was stuck, and for a long moment, that was perfect. He could feel every tiny flutter of her post-orgasmic pussy, a gentle, milking massage around his still-hard flesh.
Little Red Riding Hood let out a long, happy sigh into the pillow. She wiggled her hips, testing the solid connection, and a bubbly giggle escaped her lips. "This is the bestest trip to Grandma's house ever," she murmured, her voice muffled by the bedding. "Can we do this again next week?"
A deep, rumbling growl of agreement vibrated in the wolf's chest. He couldn't thrust, but he could rock. He began a slow, grinding roll of his hips, pressing his knot firmly against her tender insides. The sensation was exquisite, a deep, dragging pressure that made the little girl gasp. Her body, still hypersensitive, responded immediately. "Oh! Oh, Mr. Big! You're doing it again!" she wailed, pushing back to meet his grinding motion. The slow, relentless friction built a second orgasm deep within her, a rolling wave of pleasure that crested and broke, leaving her a shuddering, moaning mess on the bed.
Just as her whimpers subsided into soft pants, a distinct click echoed from the front room. It was the sound of a lock disengaging, followed by the slow, groaning creak of a closet door opening. The wolf's head snapped up, a snarl building in his throat, but it died instantly, choking off into a strangled whine.
Standing there in the doorway, silhouetted against the light, was the woman he'd shoved into the closet. But this wasn't a frail, helpless old lady. This was a silver-haired GILF in peak physical condition, her generous curves cinched tight in a black leather corset. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and fixed on the pair locked together on her bed. Draped casually over her shoulder was the long black strapon.
A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. She sauntered into the bedroom, her gaze hungry. "Ooh," she purred, her voice a low, husky contralto. "A captive audience. My favorite."
She climbed onto the mattress, the black strapon bobbing menacingly as she moved with the grace of a true predator. The wolf, for the first time in a long time, felt a tremor of pure fear shoot through him. He was the predator, but he was also trapped, tied to his prey. A new, far more dangerous apex predator had just claimed her territory. He whined again, a desperate, questioning sound.
Grandma just laughed, a rich, throaty sound as she positioned herself behind him. "Don't you worry, puppy," she cooed, her hands running down his furry flanks. "You just stay right where you are. We're all going to have so much fun."
Just then, Little Red, who had been a limp, happy passenger, lifted her head. A bright, bubbly smile lit up her face. "Hi Grandma!" she chirped, wiggling her hips in a way that made the wolf groan. "This is my new friend, Mr. Big! He's giving me a really big hug!"
Grandma's predatory smile softened into one of fond amusement. "I can see that, sweetheart." Then her gaze hardened as it fell back to the wolf. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around the base of his long, fluffy tail. "But puppies need to learn their place."
With a sharp, upwards tug, she pulled his tail high into the air, exposing his tight, furry asshole.
"YIPE!" The yelp was torn from the wolf's throat, a sound of pure shock and indignation. His entire body convulsed, and his knotted cock gave a powerful, reflexive twitch deep inside Red's pussy.
"Oh!" The little girl gasped, her eyes rolling back as the unexpected jolt sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her. "He... he twitched, Grandma! It felt all... tingly!"
The wolf looked over his shoulder, his wide yellow eyes meeting her predatory gaze. He saw the glistening black strapon aimed at his own vulnerable ass. He swallowed hard.
Ulp.