Pig the Red Riding Hood and Wolf The Hunter (9)(PigxWolf)
Fifteen years later, Samantha was the caretaker of an orphanage. When the support money stopped coming, she ran out of cash and the children were starving. She met Joshua again, who was now a full-time hunter. After she owed him money for food many times and it became a problem, Joshua offered her a deal: her "body" in exchange for "food" to feed the children.
Two Missing Pups
…AT PRESENT…
Nearly two months had passed, and the orphanage’s financial situation had improved. Although there was no surplus money to save, they no longer had to rely on anyone else's credit. Samantha received her government subsidy right on schedule.
In addition, she received a monthly supply of flour for baking bread from the pig association's flour mill… because the father of Ourois, her former fiancé, provided it to Samantha as compensation in exchange for her not reporting his son to the police for physically assaulting her.
Samantha was in the kitchen, leaving the children to play by themselves in the hall. Hot steam billowed out as she pulled a freshly baked tray of bread from the oven. Its aroma filled the air, and its crust was a deep brown.
Using oven mitts, she carried it toward the dining hall where the children ate.
Upon arrival, Samantha noticed something unusual immediately. The children sitting and playing in the hall were scattered—some were playing with toys, while others were playfully tumbling and wrestling with one another.
“Alright, children, go wash your hands,” Mother Samantha called out. “Then come sit down. We’re about to eat.”
The response was the usual chaotic sound of footsteps, making the hallway floor rumble. However, there were only ten pairs, not twelve. And as Samantha scanned each face…
Two young animals were missing. Namely, 'Ludy', the fox pup, and 'Bob', the male Labrador puppy.
“Where did Ludy and Bob go?” Samantha asked the remaining children anxiously.
Dip, a little rabbit, pointed her fluffy white paw toward the stream. “They ran outside, Mother Samantha,” Dip reported. “They said they were going to find Joshua.”
“Everyone stay right here, do not go anywhere,” she ordered the children in a firm voice. “And do not eat the bread yet. We will return and eat together.”
With that, Samantha rushed out, her hands and face still caked with flour dust, leaving the sweet scent of yeast lingering behind. She headed straight for the stream, terrified that the children, in trying to follow the wolf, might fall into the water.
The female pig ran across the lawn, treading along a dirt path lined with large trees on both sides. As she neared the stream, the soil began to grow damp with water, and the sound of the flowing stream grew closer.
Samantha moved swiftly along the bank of the stream, hearing only the rapid pounding of her pulse and the crisp snapping of dry grass beneath her feet.
She scanned the area until she spotted them sitting on a large rock by the stream not far away.
Three figures—Joshua's frame was as strong and steady as a large tree. Wearing a casual vest suited for this sunny day, he sat on the large rock by the stream with both feet bare and dipped in the water. On Joshua's lap, a reddish-brown furry figure was squirming. Ludy, the fox pup, sat on Joshua’s lap, his beautiful bushy tail curled in contentment. Beside Joshua was Bob, the Labrador puppy, clutching a fishing rod tightly, using both paws to prop up the handle. Joshua’s hand—which was large enough to completely cover Bob's chest—rested gently on top of the rod, patiently guiding the rhythm with a gentleness Samantha had never seen from him before.
Joshua was saying something in a voice too low for her to hear, and Ludy giggled. The wolf's lips reminded her of the night before, when he pressed against her skin, the crushing weight of his body pinning her to the bed, and the absolute certainty that if anyone ever found out about their relationship, her world would fall apart.
Samantha stepped forward and called out loudly to the two rascals, “Ludy! Bob!”
Both young animals jolted in surprise. Joshua looked up first. His expression was unreadable as usual, save for a slightly raised eyebrow and a half-formed parting of his lips. The children whipped around at the same time. Ludy's ears flattened in guilt, while Bob stood frozen in a daze, the fishing rod still in his hands.
“Why did you come out here like this? Didn't I order you not to go out without permission?” Samantha scolded. “Come here this instant!”
Ludy leaped from the wolf's lap and ran to her, while Bob appeared calmer. He propped the fishing rod against a rock, then walked over slowly toward Samantha with his hands behind his back, pretending to be oblivious.
The female pig took the fox pup's hand as it slid into her paw, then reached out to grab Bob's hand as he idly strolled along, before turning to face the main culprit.
“Mr. Joshua, you need to close the gate when you come to deliver things,” she told the wolf.
Joshua shrugged indifferently, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “They followed me out themselves. And they opened the gate on their own.”
Samantha turned to glare at the two children threateningly, and the clear eyes of the young animals stared back.
“I got to fish too, Mama!” Bob boasted.
“Time to go back,” Samantha snapped. “Everyone is eating late because of the two of you.”
Before she turned to Joshua. “Mr. Joshua, follow me as well. I will pay for the goods.”
When she brought Ludy and Bob back to the hall, the other children were waiting. And as expected, a small commotion broke out when Bob told everyone about his fishing.
“Mother Samantha, we want to go fishing too!”
“I want to play in the stream.”
“After lunch, can we go play with Mr. Joshua?”
Samantha had to tap a ladle against a pot as a signal for silence. “No one is going fishing,” she said decisively. “Ludy and Bob must be punished. You two are skipping dessert tonight.”
Disappointed howls of protest rose from Ludy and Bob, but the mother of the orphanage paid them no mind and continued, “Alright, it’s mealtime. Grab a plate and line up.”
Samantha let the children eat and told Joshua, who was standing with his arms crossed leaning against the doorframe, to follow her.
“Mr. Joshua, follow me. I will pay you for the goods.”
The thumping sound of boots hitting the wooden floor echoed, and the wolf's tail swished back and forth as he walked past the dining tables packed with children, following Samantha.
Inside the hall, the children chattered loudly, vying for lunch and recounting the riverside adventure, exaggerating the story more and more with each retelling.
Joshua walked down a hallway so narrow that his shoulders nearly brushed both walls. The two entered the caretaker's room. Joshua closed the door behind them while Samantha knelt beside the bottom drawer, pulling out a worn, dilapidated wallet.
When Samantha stood up, she felt Joshua's arms wrap around her. Both of his paws cupped her breasts, his manhood pressed tight against her backside, and his lips rested against the nape of her neck.
“You really are a nagging mother, but you turn me on,” the wolf's breath fanned against her neck.
Samantha quickly pushed the wolf away.
“Don't. The children might hear.”
He backed away easily. “But I closed the door.”
“They love to eavesdrop,” the female pig whispered, her head bowed as she focused on opening the wallet.
The wolf sat down on the old, worn desk chair, his eyes sweeping across the wall lined with drawings, some signed in squiggly handwriting: “For Mother Samantha”, “Thank you for the soup”, “I love you.”
Joshua’s gaze drifted back to Samantha, lingering on her neck and the breasts pushing against her dress. A female pig in a proper grey dress and an apron stained with bread flour—the scent of her sweat, which had seeped out when she ran after them, truly aroused him.
Samantha handed the coins to the wolf.
Joshua took the coins, blew air on them, and polished them with his paw until they shone, inspecting their luster before slipping them into his pocket.
“Thank you for the business,” the wolf said, before winking at Samantha. “Now that you have the money to pay, I suppose I am no longer important,” he remarked suggestively.
Samantha blushed, immediately knowing what the other meant. “Don't say that. It's not what you think.”
“Well,” the wolf shrugged, rising unhurriedly from the chair. “At least, now you have money to exchange.”
Joshua opened the door and strolled out without looking back. The voices of the children calling out the wolf's name echoed in the hall.
“Mr. Joshua, we want to go fishing too!”
“Carry me! Lift me up high!”
“Mr. Joshua, I want to eat cheese with tomatoes too!”