Great Grey Pelt
Story by ArloLab on SoFurry
Loosely working with Sondheim again, but really more of a sendup of Little Red Riding Hood. If you've never watched a video of the show, that segment changes things in subtext by giving many statements double meanings and making certain features more prominent, especially on the wolf's costume.
Once upon a time there was a clever grey wolf who was feared by everyone who looked at him, except by his father, and there was nothing that he would not have done to feed his child. Once he complimented the color of his fur, and how the size of his paws meant that he would grow big and strong like his father. So he was called Great Grey Pelt.
One day his father said to him, "Stay here, Great Grey Pelt, and be safe. I must go out into the woods to get us something to eat. You may leave the cave, but stay close, and do not go near the path, or you may be killed by a man, for man fears us. I will be back before nightfall."
I will be careful, said Great Grey Pelt to his father, and nuzzled his cheek on it.
Their den was in the wood, a quarter league from the man village, and Great Grey Pelt stayed and slept til nightfall. When he awoke, his father had not yet returned, and he went out to find him. His scent on the way was strong, and Great Grey Pelt followed it closely. It went near the path once or twice, and he feared what might happen there, but he neither saw nor smelled anything dangerous, and continued to follow it.
The trail approached a cabin with strange lights flickering inside it. Carefully, Great Grey Pelt approached and sniffed at the door. His father had been there for a time, but another trail led off with the added smells of water and pork sausages, and this trail left the house in another direction.A girlish laugh disrupted the silence, and Great Grey Pelt stood by the door, listening.
"He was a fool, wasn't he? You were right; the smell of sausage water was too much for him, and he couldn't stop himself from falling and drowning. The pelt got us enough coin for a fortnight, too. Wolves cannot control themselves, can they? Not when they're hungry for sausage."
The two voices laughed at their cleverness, while the wolf ran to the edge of the wood and wept in rage and mourning. His father was dead and these humans had killed him so coldly, just for seeking food from them. He would, some day, have vengeance. But for now, he had to find his father's body and bring it home to be with his ancestors.He found the other trail again, of his father's soaked body, and followed it through the wood.
Another cabin sat there, this one dark and rough.Great Grey Pelt could hear loud snoring from inside it, reminding him of his father after a good meal. He carefully pulled open the door and crept inside. His father's body was laying by the cool fireplace, unmoving and cold. Beside it, in the bed, lay a rugged, muscular man, sleeping nude on his back. He slipped closer to the bed, watching him and considering what to do. He could drag his father out of the house, but this man had taken his body and needed to be punished for it. And with no other body nearby, Great Grey Pelt decided to take the man's.
Great Grey Pelt climbed onto the bed, his paws on either side of the man's chest and hips, facing his bottom half. But the man was a heavy sleeper, and snored through this. The wolf used his tail to tickle the man's face, and the man first tried to swat it away with his hands and then sat up, sleepily, to find the problem. His nose pressed into the wolf's rear, the tail above it pulling him closer as the wolf leaned down to sniff and lick the sausage in front of him. The man groggily tried to move the wolf away from him, but he was very large and would not be moved. As they struggled, Great Grey Pelt dragged his sack against the man's face, letting him feel its weight and smell its musk, which was even stronger than his father's.
Great Grey Pelt growled deeply, the vibrations resonating through his body. Resistance gave way to resignation, and then to recognition of his ravenous need. He deeply inhaled to wolf's scents from their many sources, His thoughts were hazy, consumed by the fur and flesh above him. The wolf shifted closer, bring his sheath nearer to the man's nose and showing him the source of his intoxication. He reached up to caress it as Great Grey Pelt pissed in his face, the ammonia smell and taste mixing with the musk to become overpowering. The man's body was his, and he would do as he liked with it.
With one bound, Great Grey Pelt kicked the man onto his stomach and landed on top of him, pulling him to his knees by the shoulders. He thrust forward into him, the man's shock dulled by his many other trials tonight. He hammered the man without care for his pleasure, making sure he felt every jab as deeply as he could. His cock expanded at the base, leaving no untouched place inside of him. He bit the man's shoulder to grab hold, pounding at him mercilessly. The man, strangely, found he enjoyed being used by the wolf, and his body shook with intermingled pain and pleasure until the wolf stopped thrusting and held there for a moment, his cock holding the two together.
In what seemed like no time at all to the man, Great Grey Pelt pulled away from him, leaving his body broken as the wolf cleaned himself. As the man recovered, the wolf told him of what the other humans had done, and the man agreed that they had done wickedly and deserved to be punished more than him, and gave his word to the wolf to aid him. The wolf said to the man, "Take my father's body to the wood and leave it there, to join with our ancestors. Tomorrow, take me to their cabin disguised as if I am dead, so that I can take one of their lives, as I have taken your body."
The next morning, the man tied a rope around Great Grey Pelt's leg and dragged him to the other cabin. He knocked on the door, and cried, "Open the door, old woman. I have killed a large wolf and I wish you to see it before I take it to market." A woman opened to door, marveling at the wolf.
"Oh, huntsman," she said, "what big ears he has."
"The better to hear prey with, my friend, " was the reply.
"Dear me, what big eyes he has, " she said.
"The better to see prey with, my friend."
"But, huntsman, what big paws he has."
"The better to run with."
"Oh, but huntsman, what a terrible big mouth he has."
"The better to kill you with."
And scarcely had Great Grey Pelt said this, than he leapt up and grabbed her by the hem of her dress. He dragged her out in front of the house to a great stone trough and pushed her into it, standing on top of her and drowning her. His need for revenge satisfied, he warned the huntsman never to cross him or his kind again, and went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm him again.