Pig the Red Riding Hood and Wolf The Hunter (1) (PigxWolf) <Straight><SMUT>
At fifteen, "Samantha," a little pig in a red hood, found herself lost in the woods while delivering supplies to her grandmother. She was rescued and guided to safety by "Joshua," a wolf classmate from the hunting club. Samantha bid him farewell, hoping to see him again, but Joshua never returned to the classroom.
Fifteen years later, Samantha has become the Matron of an orphanage. When their funding is cut off, she finds herself in a desperate financial crisis with the children on the verge of starvation. She crosses paths with Joshua once more—now a seasoned hunter. After falling behind on payments for the food he provides, Joshua makes her a chilling proposition: he offers to trade the "sustenance" needed to keep the children alive for Samantha’s "body" in exchange.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction set in a parallel universe. The setting is Australia, circa 1850.
In this parallel world, certain animals evolved to walk upright, possessing human-like intelligence and societies. They have established social hierarchies, economies, classes, and, of course, their own definitions of love. While some animals remain in a feral, "beastly" state—relegated to the lowest tier of society—those who evolved consider themselves "cultured" beings.
The Forest and the Memory
Fifteen Years Ago
The forest floor had swallowed the trail hours ago. Samantha was only just beginning to realize the forest’s cruelty; she was finally tasting the true bitterness of a nightmare.
…Yes, she was lost…
Every direction looked identical. The details of the woods held no distinction for her; every tree was a twin of the last. It was already too late to turn back.
Samantha was a young sow, a fifteen-year-old girl with a dainty face and the Rubinesque, plush curves typical of her kind. She wore a white lace dress that brushed her ankles—modest and proper, as dictated by the traditions of the Pig Clan. Her skin was a radiant pink, and her wavy, golden-brown hair fell to her shoulders, partially tucked under her favorite red hood and shawl.
Samantha knelt by the edge of a stream, letting her red cloak gather in a heap around her shoulders. As she crouched, she cupped the water in her palms, driven by both thirst and the disorientation of being lost.
Her grandmother’s house was somewhere beyond this treeline, but the forest had become a wall of repetition in every direction. She forced herself to drink, the icy water helping to soothe the fear tightening in her throat.
She had been lost for hours. She’d left home before noon, and now the afternoon was waning toward evening. She still hadn't reached her grandmother’s house on the other side.
Suddenly, a branch snapped. Something was moving on the opposite bank.
Startled, she bolted upright so quickly she nearly lost her footing.
"Don't be afraid. It’s only me," a voice called out from across the creek.
It was Joshua. Samantha let out a heavy sigh of relief. He was her classmate.
A young wolf with russet-brown fur, Joshua was the tallest boy in their class. His body had begun to fill out into full young adulthood—broad-chested and heavily muscled.
He stepped out from between the pines, a rifle slung over his shoulder and stray pine needles clinging to his coat. He stood in the shallow water of the stream, seemingly indifferent to the freezing current rushing past his boots, as if the river were merely a minor inconvenience not worth his notice. He looked at her with that same gaze he always wore: half-lidded and utterly unbothered by the world.
But here, deep in the woods, there was no classroom, no desk to hide behind, and no homework to use as an excuse to strike up a conversation.
She tried to steady herself. "Joshua... what are you doing here?"
He scooped up some water to wash his forearms, then flicked the droplets from his claws. "I’m with the hunting club. I’m all over these woods." He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you? Aren't you a city pig?"
The words sounded harsh, but that was just Joshua. He spoke everything in a flat, monotone drone, as if nothing in this world could ever surprise him again. Yet, for some reason, it made her feel exposed, as if he were looking right through her.
"I’m going to my grandmother's," she answered, her voice thin and bordering on tears. "I’m lost."
"I know," he said. "You’ve wandered deep. Figured you were lost."
He spoke without judgment. Then, he stepped forward. With two easy leaps across the boulders, he cleared the stream and extended his hand to her.
It was a massive hand; she had noticed it before in class when he flipped pages or tapped on his desk out of boredom. His claws were sharp but clean. Now, it was outstretched before her, waiting.
"Come on. I’ll take you out."
She reached out and took it.
His hand was warm—the steady warmth of a hunter who had spent years gripping the world: rifle stocks, ropes, the earth itself. She hadn’t expected such heat, and she found herself squeezing his hand tighter than she intended.
They walked together in silence. He held back branches for her. He lifted her over muddy patches without a word of inquiry, his hands gripping her waist and setting her down on dry ground as gently as if she were a precious heirloom. As the class president, Samantha was used to being the one in charge; being 'handled' like this was foreign to her, but she didn’t mind it at all.
Once, he paused to read the light filtering through the canopy, tilting his head and scenting the air. She watched him and realized that Joshua truly belonged here.
Eventually, the treeline opened up to the main road.
He stopped at the edge of the woods, right where the tall grass met the gravel road, as if there were an invisible line he refused to cross. She walked out into the fading evening light and turned back to face him.
"Thank you. I'll see you in class," she said.
Joshua smiled. Usually, he gave her a sly, toothy grin, but this time it was a small, different kind of smile. That was the problem... there was a sense of finality in that smile that she didn't quite understand back then.
She hurried on to her grandmother’s house, delivered the food, and didn't think of Joshua again. Until that night, as she stared at the ceiling, the memory of the warmth of his hand played over and over in her mind.
When school resumed, his desk was empty.
Samantha discreetly asked around about him, only to find out he had dropped out. Joshua had left to become a full-time woodsman, following his path as a hunter.
She never told anyone about that day in the forest. She kept it tucked away like something that had no proper place—guarded, private, in a deep part of herself she rarely dared to explore.