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Big, Bad, and Oh-So-Wolfie

Chapter 1: Breaking the Cycle

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Author's Note: This may be called an adult-rated sequel to the non-adult story "A Day Off." I am rather proud of that prior story, even if it lacks an explicit sex scene, and has a sad ending, and hope you will read it first, though it is not required in the least to enjoy this piece.

Heaving a long, satisfied sigh, Wolfie sat up, the scent of fresh, clean hay and sweet girlflesh foremost in his sensory awareness. Looking down, the legendary creature couldn't help but grin, patting his full, swollen belly. It felt so very...satisfying, in ways that he simply could not express, to have eaten the Woodsman that was supposed to have saved Red. Of course, in order for him to have done that, he'd had to change around the order of things more than a little bit.

First of all, Wolfie had let Red beat him to Grandma's house. That alone threw everybody off, and in more ways than one, for when Wolfie had finally arrived, he'd found that not only was Red of a more mature age, Grandma was of a less mature one. Stories were flexible things, after all, and were so easily adapted, as were their characters. Faced with the prospect of two hot human females, one in her late teens and the other in her early 40's, Wolfie had been right on the edge of acting out a much earlier version of the Little Red Riding Hood tale, perhaps the earliest of all, when it had been a bawdy barroom tale to liven the beer-swilling German men, making them eager to return home to their wives and lovers: a tale of sex and vore and young men saving cute girls from a vicious sexual predator, though only after the little innocent had been given some rough, forceful education in the ways of men. But then, Red herself had changed things, taking the second step.

"Please, Wolfie," the precious redheaded teen had said, looking up at the Wolf with those heart-melting blue eyes of her. She hadn't been fearful, showing no signs of being the tasty, vulnerable prey that she had appeared to be so many times before. In that moment of his greatest strength, and greatest vulnerability, the door to Grandma's house burst open before his immense strength, the two human women cowering near the bed, the Big Bad Wolf could have given in so easily, could have simply reveled in the delicious squeals he'd known that they would make when their clothes lay in tatters and his large, furry body was covering them. He could smell Grandma's eagerness for it, and Red's as well, remembering what was perhaps the only pleasure either of them enjoyed for long - real pleasure, hot and rough and savage.

But Red had said "please." Her voice had been so calm, so sweet, her eyes pleading, but not in the way that prey pleaded for his touch. Pausing in the doorway, Wolfie hadn't really known what to do, for while he'd managed to change things a little, he didn't know what to do next. And so he remained, until Red herself stood from the bed where Grandma was still cowering, and went to the Wolf, kissing him on his long muzzle, though she'd had to stand on tip-toes, and pull his head down a little in order to accomplish this feat.

The kiss was electric, and Wolfie returned it instantly, full of heat and passion. He moaned softly, his tail hiking as Red reached around, unfastening the button above his tail, and then two of the three buttons on the front of his baggy trousers (made so to keep himself reasonably modest even when tales were told to children), before they dropped to the floor, freeing his needy malehood.

It was then that the third change happened, as Red knelt before her Wolfie, and took his shaft into her mouth. Resting one massive paw on the back of her head, Wolfie's head tilted back, and he couldn't resist the gasps and moans and even puppyish whimpers of pleasure that escaped his muzzle as Red ate him, though even at her best, she could only manage half of his length before she began to choke a little.

Not forcing the matter, Wolfie simply stroked his fingers through Red's soft auburn hair, brushing back the hood from which she took her name, as she eagerly moved her head, forward and back, pursing her pretty pink lips around the mighty male organ filling her mouth to the brim and a little beyond. Gritting his teeth, his clawed hands flexing, Wolfie looked down at the hot little teen servicing him with such enthusiasm, her eyes closed as a look of supreme, precious concentration was fixed on her face. She wasn't experienced, certainly, but she was very eager, one small hand gripping him where her mouth couldn't reach, pumping the rest of his shaft while she suckled and slurped with messy, noisy enthusiasm on the towering wolf's meaty shaft.

Even with all of this going on, the stimulation more than Wolfie had experienced in a very long while, he held on, his stamina almost as immense as his size as he tightened up his stomach muscles, until they stood out from his belly like a steel washboard. But then Red opened her gorgeous blue eyes, looking up at him as she forced herself forward, taking almost two-thirds of his length, taking him into her throat and cutting off her air. Wolfie's amber eyes met Red's blue-eyed gaze, and saw her utter devotion to him, her desire to give him what he needed, no matter what the cost to herself...it was too much. Tightening his paw on her head slightly, his eyes gave her the warning she needed, a warning she acknowledged with the slightest nod, pulling back just enough so that just the plump, plum-shaped tip of his hybrid wolf-human penis was within her mouth. With a mighty, sky-splitting HOWL, Wolfie's head snapped back, and he let the heavens know his triumph, even as his eyes rolled back into his head, feeling Red's small hands grab his rock-hard rump, his tail hiked high, balls tensed, veins standing out as he came, filling her mouth. The Auburn-haired beauty tried her best to swallow it all, but it was no use: there was so much of it! She popped her mouth off of the swollen tip just in time to avoid choking, sending ropes of thick, virile lupine spilling out over her cheek as she turned her face to the side, down her breasts, and onto the wooden floor of Grandma's house.

Awash in the afterglow, neither Red nor Wolfie noticed that they had been watched by more than the horrified Grandma, lying on the bed, too shocked to even say anything as she'd seen her fairy tale shattered by the actions of her own grandchild. At least, they did not notice until Wolfie heard a soft gasp of shock and arousal from behind him. Spinning, Wolfie saw the Woodsman, standing there, gaping. His axe was in his hands, but hung limply, unready. With a derisive snort, Wolfie turned to face the human, unashamed of his nudity, his erection already hardening once more with the bestial stamina that was his birthright.

"Home you enjoyed the show, Woody," he said with a grin, before one massive paw swept out, knocking the intruder unconscious before he was even aware that he was about to be punched.

It was some time later before the Woodsman woke up again. When he did, it was to the sounds of intense, erotic coupling. The generically handsome, bearded man stared in dazed silence as he watched the horrible Big Bad Wolf, the terror of all the land of fairy tales, ravenously devouring the soft brown-furred mound of a middle-aged Grandma! It was obvious that Grandma was trying to protest, and loudly - almost as loudly as the wet, squelching sounds that the Wolf was making as he lashed her pussy with his tongue - but she was unable to articulate herself well, a gag tied firmly in place in her mouth, her limbs bound tightly to each post of her four-poster bed. She was utterly helpless to escape the erotic torments of her captor as he lightly closed his jaws down on her most vulnerable places, sending her into fits of orgasmic thrashing - as utterly helpless as the Woodsman himself was, he suddenly realized: he was naked, and bound to a chair, facing the bed! And, what was more shocking still, Little Red Riding Hood, looking quite a bit older than he had seen her in some time, was standing just beside him - squatting, really - her small hand wrapped around his erect, bared penis, stroking it firmly and quickly. And she, like him, was completely naked, except that she also wore her standard red hood and waist-length cape.

"Wolfie says that Grandma's a bitch in heat right now," said Red with a teasing grin as she rubbed her thumb against the underside of the Woodsman's cockhead. They both turned to watch as Wolfie crawled up the bed, covering Grandma's smooth, shapely, mature body with his own firm, furry one, and then fisted his erection twice, slicking it down with his precum, before guiding it down and forward, pressing it up against the feebly thrashing middle-aged beauty's long-unused slit. Then, settling both his hands on either side of Grandma, the massive wolf eased himself forward into her, giving a dark growl of pleasure as she thrashed her long, lovely legs on either side of his hips. "He's going to give me a new auntie," Red giggled happily, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed as she watched her Wolfie start to nail her grandmother, his hips moving in smooth, easy thrusts that utterly disarmed the older woman's defenses, turning her cries of protest into cries of pleasure in a matter of minutes.

"Y-you can't be serious!" exclaimed Woody, looking at Red in horror. "Won't he do the same to you, after he's finished with her? But wait, no! Isn't he going to eat you both? He's a vile, wicked, evil creature, the worst in all of fairy tale land! You know that!"

"My Wolfie won't eat me," said Red with a calm, assured smile, before she looked at Woody, and straddled his hips, back to his chest, both of them still facing the bed. "But, um, he's going to eat you, after he's finished getting Granny pregnant. Sex works up a real appetite, he tells me, and I believe him. I'm going to find out really soon, too." She smiled over her shoulder at Woody as she positioned herself above his hard shaft, biting her lower lip as she pressed it up against her achingly tight teenaged cunny. "You get to be my first, Woody," she said softly. "I broke my hymen with the neck of the wine bottle in my basket of goodies, when Wolfie suggested it to me - so it would hurt less, when I had a man inside of me." She frowned in concentration as she set herself firmly on the Woodsman's shaft, and began to press down. "Guess we'll find out if he was right really soon..."

If she was going to say anything more, Red's words were cut off as Woody's hard penis slid with some resistance past her achingly tight lower lips, making her draw in her breath in a short, sharp hiss, her body tensing up. Left to his own devices, Woody would likely have gone with his natural inclinations for such a situation, and simply plowed forward into the girl, working his hips until he'd finished, then sleeping it off so that he'd be rested and refreshed for all the hard work he'd have to do the next day - a mechanical process that was, in his way of thinking, perfectly analogous to chopping wood. But he was not allowed to follow such inclinations at this point, bound as he was, with Red on top of him, setting the pace, taking her own time, and her own pleasure.

And pleasure is what she took, moaning in her sweet young voice, as her inner muscles clamped down on Woody's member. She was so turned on by the scene before her, she couldn't help but grind her hot little bottom against the Woodsman's abdomen as she watched the Big Bad Wolf untie Grannie's ankles, and then lift up the older woman's legs, resting them on his shoulders as he started to plow into her, pumping almost straight down, his tail lifted high, rump clenching through his sleek fur with each downward thrust, his heavy, sperm-filled balls slapping loudly against Grannie's fanny as he worked both himself and her to a frothing fever pitch, her heavy, full breasts bouncing in time to the wolf's thrusts.

"MmmmmMMMMM!" squealed Grannie as she came, hard, her juices fairly erupting around Wolfie's cock as he plowed her like a fertile field.

"Oh YEAH!" snarled Wolfie as his balls tightened up for the second time that day, grinning down at Grannie with a sharp-edged smile that was so filled with searing, predatory lust, it made the older woman cry out again, her eyes screwing tightly shut as she began to thrash beneath him in a series of ragged, multiple orgasms, coming close and hard together like bursts from a machine gun.

"Uh!" exclaimed Woody as he started to cum as well, the sound a masculine grunt of exertion, better suited to adding force to swinging an axe than to the erotic arts.

"Ooooh!" came Red's own cry, sweet and impassioned, her eyes never once leaving the scene playing out before her as her Wolfie filled up the fertile womb of her own Grannie with his virile spunk. Then her eyes widened as she imagined him doing that to her...filling her own belly. Having grown up as she had, hardly more than an errand girl for her parents, Red was a skinny little thing, short and quite petite. Wolfie was almost twice her size, or looked it as he loomed over Grannie. A clear image of herself, small and still-skinny, with a belly fully distended with what must be a litter of the massive wolf's cubs, her breasts swollen with the milk that the greedy little dears would soon be guzzling. And then Wolfie glanced back at her, before his eyes turned to Grannie's belly...and then to Red's own...and he licked his chops, nice and slow, drawing out the motion so that she could see it, savoring its full portent: he was thinking the same thing as her, and it was driving him wild! Under the mind-searing scrutiny of that lusty gaze, which Red somehow knew was seeing her in every phase of her life, and ravishing her eagerly at every point, Red whimpered, an animalistic sound of deep and heartfelt need - the sound of a she-wolf in heat, crying out for her alpha.

This, sadly, was a need that would have to remain unfulfilled for a little while longer. As it turned out, Woody had indeed behaved true to the form of a generically handsome dominant male protector and provider: he was sound asleep, and already snoring a little, his head slumped back over the back of the chair. Red's whimper of disappointment as the pleasantly-sized penis of the man who'd been intended by her story to give her a happy ending slid free of her sex, completely flaccid, was heart-rending.

As Red dismounted Woody, wincing just a little at the stretching her once-virginal body had just gone through, Wolfie was still working his hips against Grannie, grinding cruelly against the overheated middle-aged woman as she continued to thrash and struggle beneath him with steadily weaker motions. He was tiring her out, Red realized, dominating the older woman with raw, animalistic pleasure, putting her in her place like a true alpha was meant to do. Wolfie's every motion, his every grunt and growl and dark chuckle all hinted at a dark, predatory, overpowering sexuality. Even his scent was like this, and Red couldn't help but step a little closer to breathe in more of that wonderful, heady masculine scent. It wasn't anything human, but it was nevertheless overwhelmingly male, spicy and slightly musky - the scent of forbidden fruit, never intended to ripen inside of a human womb. As Red stepped closer, she could start to make out, just barely, the raw, lusty growlings of her Wolfie as he leaned in close, whispering in the ear of Grannie as he wore out the last of her resistance.

"Knocked you up, bitch!" he snarled, curling his muzzle into the words, making every one of them sound like lust-tainted blasphemy, his deep, bone-rattling growl enough to inflame Red's poor, unsatisfied sex to a fever heat. "Now you're mine. And your little grandgirl's gonna be mine, too, and then your daughter." He forced a protracted whimper from Grannie's throat, the primal sound of a well-used female, as he nudged his hips forward a little more, pressing his cockhead up against the gates of her cervix, and then started to grind himself there. "Red's gonna be my alpha female, bitch," he continued, before teasingly licking one of the poor, overheated woman's breasts, just to show that he could, biting down on one nipple until Grannie cried out around her gag. "And me and her, we're gonna rewrite this whole world, one cute hottie at a time." And then his grin widened just a little. "Or in twosomes, threesomes, and moresomes - I think your granddaughter's more than kinky enough for it."

It was too much for Grannie, worlds of new information, new sensations, new thoughts and ideas and horrible realizations about what was likely to happen flooding her brain right alongside the overwhelming pleasure of being claimed by this new, masterful Big Bad Wolf. In the past, even when he'd had sex with her, he'd been hardly more than a furry rapist, taking his own pleasure with little thought for hers, because that was what the drunken German men who'd been telling the stories wanted to hear. But now, he was claiming her, taking his time, making sure she was well and thoroughly used, and would remember forever the one who'd done it to her! Her mind and body all awhirl in pleasure and confusion, Grannie slumped back onto the bed, her eyes closing tightly shut as she passed out.

"You're a sick bastard, Wolfie," said Red, making the Big Bad Wolf start, a look of genuine worry on his face as he realized that she'd heard every word he'd said. She came up from behind the large, furry male, and wrapped her arms as far around his chest as they would reach, before sliding them down his body until her hands could meet again, somewhere just a little above his hips. "But you know what?" Red leaned forward, and nibbled along the underside of one pointed ear. "I think I'm getting to be a sick bitch, and I think it's all your fault."

"All my fault?" said Wolfie, turning to grin at Red, his amber eyes meeting her blue ones.

"Well," giggled Red, blushing. "Maybe not all your fault."

This left little else but the denouement for Wolfie and Red. Of course, he'd gobbled up Woody in one big gulp, not even waking the generically handsome man in the process. Red had insisted that he do it slow, however, forcing Wolfie to hold his breath through the process, while she watched him swallow the Woodsman. Wolfie had to admit: Red really was a sick bitch, and he loved her for it, getting hard himself as he watched her watching him, touching herself eagerly as the long legs of Woody tickled a bit on their way down Wolfie's throat. Eating Woody had been essential to their plans: he was the one that Red was supposed to marry for her "happily ever after" scenario, and if that happened, then they would all end right back at square one, starting the same tired old tale over yet again, in any one of its many countless iterations, none of them really going anywhere.

His belly quite swollen now with a full-grown man inside of him, Wolfie and Red had been forced to walk rather slowly through the forest, and Wolfie hadn't bothered to put his ratty old pants back on either, letting Red carry them for him in her basket. When they'd reached her parents' house, it had been quite dark, and so she'd led Wolfie around the side of the house, to the barn. And there it was that Wolfie and Red had curled up in each other's arms, and gone fast asleep.

Which brought Wolfie's thoughts back to the present. He smiled down at Red as she lay, hugging his still slightly distended stomach, a peaceful, sweetly childish smile on her beautiful face. Wolfie couldn't help but reach down and brush one of her auburn locks away from her eyes as she slept, even as his stomach shrank a bit more, and then began to tighten up again, until it was as firm and flat as it had ever been, the Big Bad Wolf's digestion of his most recent meal complete, and more than enough to keep him fed for several days. Not that he wouldn't get hungry before then, of course - he was almost always hungry, to one degree or another. After all, he was, among other things, an embodiment of unrestrained consumption, which explained both his boundless hunger as well as his boundless lust.

Feeling her soft pillow settle down, Red's eyes fluttered open, and she started slightly at the sight of the Big Bad Wolf looming before her. There was a man sleeping next to her, and a man who'd devoured her countless times in the past at that! But then her eyes met his amber gaze once more, and she smiled, and everything was all right again as her mind flooded with the memories of the previous day, her body already starting to moisten as it remembered the sensations of the previous day as well, and eagerly anticipated even more.

"C'mon," said Red, standing and straightening up her dress, before reaching down to grab Wolfie by the hand, pulling him up with her. "Let's go meet my parents. I want to do this at least a little bit properly."

"Oh boy," said Wolfie, rolling his eyes heavenward. "This is gonna be interestin'."