Tales of Just Desserts - Little Red Riding Hood
#1 of Tales of Just Desserts
Disclaimer: This story contains several (IE is composed mainly of) materials of an adult nature. It is for this reason that it is classified as 18+, or whatever legal age in your country of residence. In addition to the obvious adult nature, this story contains:
Transformation, Non-consentual sex, and one very warped sense of justice.
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Once upon a time, in a land not quite far removed from Neverland and the realm of fantasy, there lived a young girl named Red. She was affectionately dubbed Little Red by her family, despite being in her late teens or early twenties. The reason for this was because she was a small woman, barely topping 4'6. Now as one might expect, she did of course pick up the rather unimaginitive nickname 'riding hood' because of the hood she wore while riding her horse. Her family was rather wealthy and could afford for Little Red to ride nearly anywhere she needed to go. She wore the hood because by standards at that time, she was quite beautiful, with enough roundness to her form to indicate she was wealthy enough not to work for her meals, and fair enough of flesh to prove it.
Little Red, although quite spoiled, and oblivious to lifes hardships, was none the less a loving girl, and rode through a strip of woods on a well worn path to her grandmothers house. Her grandmother was an odd crone, being sweet of disposition, but reclusive by nature, and lived alone in the forest amidst a small clearing in a single room cabin. This weekly journy, one she was very familiar with, was to bring her grandmother food and drink, as well as to enjoy time with the odd woman, who always had an interesting fairy tail of monstrous beasts made of iron that traveled upon rivers of black... Quite insane, but harmless.
Her horse was saddled to the brim with salted meats and wine, breads, flour, and other necessities, easily more than her grandmother would need, but she knew it was always better to be prepared for the unexpected, and it was these exotic scents that attracted a poor, hungry wolf. Wolves were feared and hated in that time, because they stole away farmer's sheep, though rarely attacked humans without provocation. This one though, was all that was left of its pack, and so could not hunt what sparse game was left in the forest seperating two large farm lands.
Now, one must remember that this was well before humans lost their ears to the speech of other creatures, and so Little Red was only mildly surprised when a tired, but deep voice called from the trees. "Girl, please. I am starving, and if you do not offer help I shall surely perish." Now, she had been taught that if one lacked food, and could not afford to buy it or grow it themselves, they were lazy and a lay-about.. It was thus without a concern the girl replied, without ever seeing the one calling for aid, "If you were to work for your food, you'd need not ask for pity." and on she rode.
The wolf, unable to let such a promise of a full belly escape, could not bring himself to give up and seek food elsewhere, and thus he followed her in the shadows, his gnawing belly driving him onword. It was thus to his surprise he found her turning off the well worn path to a much less used one, though by no means wild. he knew that path lead to an old cabin in the woods, and knew well the woman who lived there. The kindness of that woman was the single reason he had made it through the previous winter. She who had shared food from her table, and the warmth of her fire on the coldest and most bitter of nights. Could the two truely be related?
"Grandmother! I've brought you fresh bread and flour, and meat as well! I heard from father that you said some pests keep getting into your stores, so make sure you plug the holes." The girl had finally reached her grandmother's house, and was speaking to her at the front door, unloading the horse of its burden. and aiding her grandmother in storing it away. They sat and spoke awhile, sharing half a loaf of sweet bread before the girl embraced her grandmother, and prepared for the return trip.
It was only after she had left however, the wolf stepped out, and scratched at the door. "M'lady, I come again, may I come in?" The wolfs voice had a new air of respect and affection, for though he was no tame wolf, this woman had made a friend in him. And it was as a friend he was greeted, recieving a hug from the old woman, and a small plate of meat soaked in water from the well to absolve it of the saltiness. The wolf gratefully accepted the meal only after bowing to the woman, lowering himself on his front paws to do so, and chewed quietly, taking his time despite the gnawing hunger. After the edge was comfortably staved off, he spoke to the woman of his encounter with the girl.
Agreeing that girl needed to be taught a lesson, the grandmother and the wolf discussed a plan to simultaniously punish the girl, and teach her the true meaning of earning her meals. What the wolf did not mention, was the specific means for the magic that he would work.... And so, the next week the wolf lay in wait for the next visit, allowing the girl to meet with her grandmother, as she had the previous week. While the two were inside however, the wolf sprang from cover and sank his teeth into the riding horse foreleg. Just enough to cause a glancing injury to the beast, though making sure it must rest before traveling again. It was in this way that the plot unfolded between the grandmother and the wolf, for in the night as the girl lay sleeping upon a bed made by her grandmother of cushions and blankets, the wolf pushed the door open to let the light of the full moon flood in. The grandmother was awake of course, curious, but made no indication of it.
She watched, through one cracked eye, as the wolf carefully drew back the covering blankets shielding the girl, and was pleased to see that the girl had been given one of her grandmother's night garments, rather than sleep in full garb, and had little trouble in disrobing her. It was to the woman's surprise that in the moonlight sh could smell the scent of animal lust, and the evidence in full view beneath the lupine form of her friend. By misfortune however, Red had woken just after the wolf finished disrobing her, but thought she must surely be dreaming, for above her, staring down at her face was the wolf, those piercing yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight, and something cool and wet dripping occasionally onto her belly..
Now, 'Little' Red wasn't quite so little under her dress, and had, thanks to the slight layer of fat covering her, a deal of cushion and fairly sized bust, and by many standards, even todays, would have been attractive, and by no means was she an innocent maiden, though she had taken no lover, she knew of what was held between the wolf's legs. She'd have screamed, were she not shocked into silence. The wolf could smell her fear however, and knew immediately she was awake, and thus wasted no time. His rough, large paws came down upon her shoulders and he let out a low growl, "Don't move if you wish to remain unharmed."
She grew still, for the wolven fangs were easily larger than her small finger, and considered screaming for her grandmother, but decided against it. After all, what could her grandmother do against such a beast? And so she lay there, not daring to twitch as the wolf lowered himself, pressing the alien-shaped (to her) canine shaft against her bell, letting her feel its heat. And with that heat, something else started to sink into her, still heat, but of a different sort. And one she was loathed to feel in herself. "You will learn what it means to work for your meals..." the wolf said quietly, moving himself a bit with wiggling, the position a bit unnatural for him, and left his fangs within easy biting range of the girl's throat, and she knew it.
The grandmother watched all of this through half-lidded eyes. Rather than disgusted with the wolf though, she was mesmerized, and in her younger days may have paid even more attention, of a different sort. As it was, she only watched on as the wolf manuevered himself a little more, and finally sank in to the girl's virgin, in a way, sex. The girl was familiar with her fingers of course, even though she hadn't had a man lay with her, and it was for this reason the wolfs entry in her was more a mental agony than a physical one. Her body, betraying her mind, seemed to crave it, was burning for it, and as the wolf truely began to push inward, she couldn't help but let out a little groan. Not a groan of fear or hatred, but of lust, one she quickly stifled. She was being tainted by wolf after all!
The wolf however, only hilted once before drawing out, though the motion lasted an eternity for all involved, no more than a few moments had passed. He stood, and growled to the girl, though in a voice far removed from threatening, "Roll over onto all fours." She had no intention of obeying, but that burning heat returned tenfold upon the command. Obeying the wolf wasn't an option, and she found herself presented to him, and felt his cold nose against her depths. They burned with a very inhuman scent, the magic was working.
Animals never lost their touch with magic, and all could do a little in varrying amounts. But wolves, were special. In the light of the full moon they could do many things other creatures could not. And in this case, could even share a 'gift' with humans, though not in the way modern werewolves do. Instead the descent to animal was greatly more permanent, and far more pronounced. Haze clouded the girls mind, torn between thoughts. On one hand the burning was growing worse by the moment. It wasn't a human feeling of lust for pleasure, it was an animal need, a craving to be fucked and filled in which pleasure was only a byproduct. A very persuasive byproduct.
Even as the girl began to shift the wolf mounted her, paws gripping around her belly and starting to rut, growling in pleasure as Little Red became rather less little. Before the grandmothers eyes she began to grow bigger, and bulkier, gaining muscle as fur began to creep in the moonlight, glimmering silver. Her tongue had long since lolled out and began elongated as her muzzle pushed out from her face. It wasn't a clumsy bone cracking change as human wizards were known for, but a sensuous one of a body embracing something.... better.
Her body wasn't the only part of her warping, her mind was starting to change as well, and it became less of a 'rape' and more of a mating. her head lowered as it gained that flexibility, presenting the loosening scruff of her neck to the wolf riding her, and as the male atop her grew closer to orgasm, so she came to completing her change.
Hands lost flexibility and became paws, as silly human teeth were expelled, and replaced with fangs, feet popped and grew long as haunches shortened, making her a proper quadraped. By the time the male's knot began to grow, he was howling, the girl's eyes, a bright green the only thing that remained. Her very human eyes, holding onto her life and the true her, eyes that even then began to tinge with yellow. She turned her head to look at her grandmother before a tear rolled out, and with it they shifted to pure yellow just as he male filled her heated depths with seed, and she in turn howled while the male bit the scruff of her neck, claiming her as his, and starting his new pack.
The grandmother was motionless through all this, and deep down she found herself jealous of her grand daughter. Why she was is hard to say, however, as the new alpha dismounted his bitch, he turned to look at her before slurping his knot out, and gave a lupine grin while Little Red, or what was 'Little Red' was now a she-wolf, her past life a haze of unimportant memories. She could smell meat, she was satisfied sexually, and she wanted to hunt, but waited patiently for her Alpha.
"I'll see you again at the next full moon," the wolf's final words were, before he sauntered out the door, "For my thank you for all the aid you've given me."
And the three of them lived happily ever after, much to the dread of local farmers.
And the morals of the story: No unkindness shall go unpunished, and no kindness shall go unrewarded.