Red's Riding Who?
Red's Riding Who?
© Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka - Anthony Wain)
16th May, 2001
All Rights Reserved.
Kitiara was a young Vixen of sixteen winters old, raven haired and brown eyed. She was the sole offspring of Alexis, her mother, the 'witch-healer'. Kitiara stood five feet two inches tall, her soft grey fur offset by the light powdery dusting of white fur from under her throat down to her groin. Kitiara was dressed in a short, home spun tunic; many times patched, over which was worn an old, faded green cloak, likewise patched more times than she could ever recall. Her furred legs were clothed with old linen breeches, tied around her slender waist with a thin cord belt. From her belt hung a small dagger, in a battered leather scabbard. Her short, triangular ears flicked this way and that, as their Black ear tips reflected the dappled light that shone down through the canopy so far above. One of her light grey, gloved paws was draped casually across her satchel, and the other swung back and forth at her side, in step with her quiet, almost silent paw-steps. Her luxurious tail, a light greyish colour, with a black tip swung from side to side, barely brushing the ground as it seemingly moved of its own volition.
Her natural grace and beauty were offset by the wonders of spring, as she strolled along the lightly overgrown path. Every now and again, she would pause and raise her muzzle to the sky, and draw deep of the heady scents of spring, reveling in the warmth and the singing birds. Sunlight shone down through the thick canopy overhead, dappling the path with golden beams of an almost magical light. Indeed - it was a beautiful day, and she reveled in the pleasure of being outside. A satchel was slung about her neck, and in to it she added various fungi, herbs and flowers for her mother back home. Something flitted like a shadow through the woods, making her pause and she blinked and looked up - but the shadow had gone. Shrugging, she resumed collecting the herbs.
There came a crashing through the shrubs and Kitiara let forth a startled squeal, as a young Red Deer Doe burst from hiding and fled past her, its sides flecked with sweat and her muzzle foaming, eyes wide in terror. As she watched, the Doe gave a strangled squeal of terror and vanished as mysteriously in to the forest as what she had come. Blinking, Kitiara clutched her small dagger tightly, her almond shaped eyes scanning the forest, her petite ears swiveling as they listened intently, as she scanned the forest for what had frightened the young Doe so badly - but she saw nothing. After a few moments, Kitiara laughed nervously and resumed collecting the ingredients for her mother, unmindful of the intense golden eyes that watched from nearby....
*
So swift did the attack come - that Kitiara did not even have time to scream in alarm. There came a sudden explosion of movement, and some heavy object struck her savagely from behind - propelling the young vixen in to a nearby tree, where her head struck with a sickening crack...and blackness swept her away on ebony wings....
*
When she woke, she found herself lying naked, on a cold stone cave floor. Her head swam sickeningly and she gurgled, feeling the cold sapping the warmth from her body. Weakly, she tried to sit up, but nausea tore through her and she could only manage to crawl in on too her paws and knees, as she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and fought down the nausea that threatened to wash over her and drag her back in to unconsciousness. Feeling about herself, Kitiara swallowed and shuddered, in the near total darkness of the cave. Her paw come across her torn and shredded cloak, and Kitiara clutched it tight to herself, shivering and wondering what had happened?
Blinking, Kitiara scrabbled around some more, finding the rest of her possessions, scattered across the stone cave. As her strength returned, she weakly struggled back to her hind-paws and leant against the cold stone wall of the cave, swallowing and shuddering. Gingerly, she touched the large bump on her head and a low whimper came from her furred throat as she bit her tongue, as the slightest touch made an explosion of nausea and pain tear itself through her. When it finally died back down, Kitiara felt around the cave, finding her satchel and its contents were torn and useless. Kitiara gave herself up to despair, and she sobbed softly, curling up in to a shivering ball of fur. A cold breeze blew through the cave entrance, and she shivered worse, then uncurled and rubbed her furred arms. Carefully, eyes wide and her heart thundering in her chest, the young vixen felt her way along the damp stone wall, until she rounded an outcropping and blinked owlishly. Just a few dozen more paw-steps, and she could see the fickle sliver of moonlight shining in. Swallowing, Kitiara took another step forwards, then some indistinct shadow detached itself from the wall and a pair of brilliant golden eyes gleamed in the feeble moonlight and a low, menacing growl froze the vixen in her tracks.
Swallowing and biting back a frightened whimper, Kitiara swallowed and breathed in and out, cleansing her body and mind of fear, whispering the ritual magicks her mother had taught her as a pup. Again, this shadow growled, but this time, it was of a softer, almost curious nature. Kitiara outstretched her paw, and whispered the calming words of the spell she had woven. Blinking, Kitiara took another step forwards, and the shadow blinked once, its bright golden eyes winking out, then narrowing in to slits.
"It...it's all-right...." Kitiara breathed, keeping her eyes fixed on the shadow, concentrating on her spell, praying she had worded it right.
Kitiara stepped closer again, then the shadow took a step backwards, a low, menacing growl coming from its throat.
"Shhh, its okay...." Kitiara breathed softly, her ears slicking down nervously, as she held out her paw. "Shh...I won't hurt you...."
This seemed to work, as the shadow paused in its backwards retreat and stood its ground, a low, soft growl coming from it.
"Good...good...." Kitiara murmured softly as she stepped closer, locking her gaze with these intense golden eyes.
Stepping right before it, she swallowed and reached out her paw, then touched it shyly on the neck. With barely a furred fingers-breadth of space, she snapped her paw back as it snapped suddenly, the powerful jaws gnashing together on air.
"Hey...shhh, easy boy...easy...." Kitiara breathed, as she reached out her paw, voice low and non-threatening.
This time, it did not snap at her, but let out a soft, low whine. Kitiara knelt before it, then continued her slow, rhythmic whispering, as she stroked her furred fingers through the thick mane of this creature. As she stroked, her paw come in to a patch of wet fur, and it let forth a loud yelp as Kitiara touched a vicious wound, just behind its shoulder, from which a broken arrow shaft protruded.
"Oh - you poor, poor creature...." Kitiara whined softly. "Did some hunter do this to you? I can help your wound...but I'll have to go get some clean water, and some other - "
As Kitiara rose and headed for the door, this thing moved like lightning and stood in the doorway, its form seemingly growing in size, as it glared at her, the dewlaps curling back and a dangerous growl rising from its throat. Kitara paused, then stared at the large - much larger - than normal timber wolf - his fur bristling in rage as he blocked her exit from the cave.
"I...I need to get my healing herbs...if I am to help you!" Kitara whined softly, stepping backwards in alarm. "Please, I won't run away...I promise!"
Growling lower and the threat more pronounced, the massive silvery-grey wolf crouched, his body trembling with barely restrained rage, as his intense golden eyes blazed, almost as if they were lit by fires from behind.
"Please...." Kitara begged, her eyes widening as she held her paws out placatingly.
He stepped closer, backing Kitiara in to a corner of the cave. As she felt the cold, sharp stone bight in to her naked form, Kitiara sobbed and fell to her knees, then laid shaking, pressing her body flat to the floor, then rolling on to her back and adopting the centuries old submission position. With a low growl, the wolf nipped her sharply, then snorted and turned away slightly, then laid itself down, a low whimper of pain being forced from it.
"Grrr...eal...fee." It grated, its growl barely discernible as an attempt to speak.
Kitiara swallowed and blinked. "Did..."
"...eal...fe." It whined, then wrinkled he grunted, through gritted teeth, then turned his head to try and tear at the arrow in his body. "...fou...fat...fat ith...outh."
"Take...take it out?" Kitiara whimpered, as she struggled to try and understand his bestial growls.
Nodding weakly, the wolf laid his head on his forelegs and swallowed, his body rippling with pain and trepidation.
"I - " Kitiara began. "Without proper - "
With a supreme effort, the wolf glared at her, and snapped out his short, curt order. "...Fow!"
Kitiara swallowed and pet the wolf on the mane, then gingerly reached out a paw and touched the broken arrow shaft. Instantly, the wolf froze and a gurgling whine came from his throat, as incredible pain washed over him.
"This - this is going to hurt...." Kitiara breathed softly, feeling the hot tears sting her eyes.
Before the wolf could answer her, Kitiara gripped and gave a sharp, sudden wrench. Instantly, the wolf threw back his head and let peal a deafening howl of agony, and he twisted away, then slammed the terrified Vixen flat on to her back, the bloodied arrow flying from her paw and skittering across the stone floor. Kitiara shrieked and struggled, beating at him with her grey paws, as he snarled, staring down at her with such ferocious rage and bloodlust. He stood over her like she was his fresh kill, his dewlaps pulled back and exposing the very deadly canines, capable of crushing a deer's thigh with one bite. Kitiara knew what she had to do, and drove her knee up in to the soft belly of the wolf with all her might.
He screamed and rolled off her, whining and shrieking, and Kitiara scrambled to her feet and bolted for the cave entrance, her screams being forced from her throat. Kitiara did not hear the wolf - but his massive form crashed against her, driving the shrieking vixen to the cold floor, dazing her. As she tried to get back to her feet, she paused on her hands and knees, choking and spitting out blood - then screamed in terror....
*
Kitiara shrieked, as she felt his massive form leap upon her back, his dagger like claws raking her sides viciously, as he clenched his forelegs tight around her hips.
"No...oh Goddess...No!" Kitiara squealed in abject terror, as he pulled her tight.
Fighting with all her strength, Kitiara was helpless, as she felt him thrust forwards, his rock hard member stabbing violently at her unprotected rump.
"No - please...please do not do this!" Kitiara wailed, clenching her paws, as she tried to tuck her tail between her shaking thighs.
He growled and gripped the scruff of her neck tightly in his teeth, pulling her head up and back, and instinctively, Kitiara flicked her tail to the side - her instincts overriding her terror - and with a sickening howl of pleasure, the wolf male lunged - and drove his hips forwards, thrusting himself deep in to the young vixen's body.
As he mounted, Kitiara shrieked and struggled wildly, then her agonizing screams tore from her throat as he broke her hymen and began lunging harder and harder, pumping his hips against her as he drove still more of his member deeper in to this broken, beaten vixen. Over four inches of very large male wolf was driven deep in to her ravaged body, and his teeth tore in to the soft fur on her scruff, making her shriek again, as he growled and really started to hump against her, driving another three inches in to her tortured form. To Kitiara, it felt as if he would surely tear her open from the insides - as her sex convulsed and twanged, trying to accommodate the massive wolf that ravaged her. Nothing - nothing - her mother had ever taught or told this terrified vixen - told of of how much this hurt...and nothing...compared her for what happened next....
Kitiara threw back her head and shrieked in mindless agony, as she felt something hot pressing itself against her violated sex - this thing was like an plum, pressing tighter and tighter with each lunge of the grunting wolf. Kitiara screamed and clawed at the stone floor, her delicate claws splintering and tearing, as he growled deeper and gave a savage lunge - plunging this thing - deep inside her. Immediately, Kitiara's screams pealed forth, as her tortured sex was violently stretched as this thing grew even larger still, and the wolf relaxed a little, then panted and began humping against her rump with more gentle thrusts. Each movement of the wolf made Kitiara scream, as yet more of this thing swelled, until she was sure he would literally split her in two. In terror, Kitiara clenched her muscles around his knot, and the wolf pealed forth a low gasping whine, as the vixen's muscles locked him tight within her. He released the scruff of her neck, then licked at it lovingly, as the tears streaked down her muzzle and dripped on to the floor, her body quaking with the agony that ripped through her, as he thrust more and more gently, whining softly in exstacy.
"Oh...please...please stop this...." Kitiara begged, her voice ragged and weak. "I...I'll do anything...please!"
He grunted and thrust sharply, making the young vixen squeal in agony, but he smiled and gripped her tighter around the hips, as he panted heavily in her ears, feeling her body slowly giving up the fight, and the tight, oh so tight! muscles of her warm, silky-like sex stroking along his member.
"...Gright..fot." He panted lustily, moaning and wagging his tail in time with his pleasures.
"Stop...oh please...stop!' Kitiara begged, then tried to pull out from under him.
Pain unlike anything she had ever experienced - tore in to Kitiara's groin and she shrieked, then the wolf snarled savagely and bit her scruff violently, his powerful teeth shearing in to the tender flesh. It felt as if his...member...was trapped within her, and with sickening horror, Kitiara realized that the stories her older friends had told her...were true. His snarls grew louder, as Kitiara whimpered and sobbed, her spirit and body broken and violated. Carefully, he released the strong grip on her neck, and whined placatingly to her, licking at the salty blood that welled from the bite wounds.
Something broke within Kitiara's mind, and she arched her back up against the wolf, and he murfed and grinned, then gripped the scruff of her neck gently, as he trembled, as he carefully thrust harder and harder, feeling the tight walls of the vixen's sex twitching, a low, whimpering cry coming from her throat, as he swallowed and began trembling. He murred encouragingly, feeling the vixen's body adjusting and coming to know what it was it really wanted. Kitiara's whimpers slowly turned to low gasps and grunts, as she began humping with her wolf, slowly at first, then more and more enthusiastically, her sex gripping and squeezing his member and its knot tightly, stroking like a slick silken glove, driving him wild with the pleasure of this sweet, gentle creature.
"Oh...oh Goddess...." Kitiara gurgled, as her blooded paws clenched and unclenched, her entire body shaking and quivering.
Smiling, the wolf nipped her scruff lightly, and he yelped as she suddenly lunged backwards, and screamed in some unimaginable pleasure, as her orgasm exploded within her body, and electrified every nerve, making them scream in pain and pleasure. He added his own howls to those of hers, as he snapped his hips down and forwards, his body unable to hold back any longer....
Wave after wave of his seed erupted from within his member, filling the young vixen's womb and cervix, yet still more gushed forth as he bit savagely in to her scruff, only making Kitiara's own pleasures so much stronger. Yet another orgasm ripped in to the young vixen, making her shriek in lust, as she milked her wolf lover tightly, his seed filling her completely, trying to force its way past his tight knot, buried deep within her. At last, he groaned and gave a weak hump against her, then panted heavily, slumping on to her back and lathering her bleeding scruff with licks of pure joy, as he felt his knot slowly shrinking, as he gave a few gentle pumps, and dismounted, the knot making a soft pop as it slipped free, followed by a copious amount of his own seed. He felt his hot seed splash across his sensitive member, and he murred softly, as she edged away, and he released her, watching more of his gift to her trickle down and stain the creamy fur of her inner thighs. Kitiara paused, then gasped, as he rose and trotted around before her, his member still fairly erect and swinging back and forth, a little of his seed dribbling from the tip. Kitiara hugged him tight around the neck, then slipped her paw under his belly and lightly stroked his member. He yelped and tried to pull away, but Kitiara shushed him and laid herself down on to her back. He watched her, feeling her silky furred paw gripping his tender wolf-hood, and he blinked, then yelped as she slipped under him and lapped her tongue across his member.
Never had a female done this to him - and his mind swam with the sheer exstacy. It flicked violently, and the young vixen smiled, then murred and gripped carefully around his still partially swollen knot and before he knew what she planned - he yowled as she took his wolf-hood in to her muzzle and began sucking.
*
Pleasure...oh what unimagined pleasure.... His mind screamed, as he felt the hot, wet tongue flick across his tip, then as she drew him deep in to her muzzle, her furred lips brushing against the knot, and making low, gurgling whines come from his throat, his knot swelling again and his body quivering. Still, Kitiara continued her merciless suckling of his wolf-hood, her own tail slashing back and forth, as she pleasured this powerful wolf male - not conscious of her own aching, violated form - consumed with the lust of mating that had been aroused within her.
A short burst of a sticky, clear fluid pulsed from his member and Kitiara swallowed it eagerly, then really took to him like a hungry calf suckles his mother, and the wolf thought his head would surely cave in...that this incredible young vixen would suck his skeleton out through his tortured member. Low gasping whines were torn from him, as he bucked against her muzzle, unmindful of the razor like canines as they pricked his tormented member, this pain on further enflaming his already tortured mind. As he tongue flicked across his tip, he let forth a warbling howl - and yet another orgasm was dragged from him - the powerful blasts rocketing down the vixen's throat, as she gurgled and thrust her muzzle as hard against him as she could, sucking vigorously and swallowing the hot, almond tasting seed that pulsed on and on and on, until she had totally drained him. His tail drooped and his ears slicked back, as he gurgled, his whole body shaking in such pleasures, that he thought his heart would surely burst. Kitiara gave his member another gentle lick, then slid herself from under him and cradled his head against her breasts...then burst in to heart wrenching sobbing.
Blinking, the wolf murfed, then lapped at her tear stained muzzle, tasting his own seed on her lips, and he wagged his tail, murring quietly at her and licking her muzzle lovingly, trying to think of why his vixen mate was sobbing. He wanted so much to tell her of how he felt - but this form - this form was so limited in its ability to speak, but he tried none the less, lathering her in loving licks, low whines of love and appreciation coming from him. Kitiara hugged him, then laid down, wrapping her arms around him and crying herself to sleep, curled up tight against this wolf. He laid with her, snuggled in close, licking away at her tears, as she slipped in to a deep, troubled sleep....
Once he was sure she was sleep, he gently untangled himself and trotted a short distance away, then laid down on his stomach, and squeezed his eyes closed. A faint whine came from his throat, as a shimmering emerald green glow began to form around him, and he began shaking, then his body began to buck and convulse, as he bit down on his own tongue, fighting down his wails of agony, as his body began to reshape itself....
Bones and cartilage snapped, muscles rippled and ran like wax, as he endured the agony of the shape change, his forelegs lengthening in to long, well muscled arms, the claw tips shrinking and forming in to nails, his muzzle cracking and snapping as it shrank back, forming the face of a well weather-stained human male, his nose slightly bent and his creased face twisted in to a look of agony, as he forced the last of the shape change upon his tortured spirit. His thick silvery-grey fur melted and rippled, forming coarse black hair over his body, and his hind paws lengthened and twisted, forming human legs and feet. At last, the last of the transformation was complete, and he lay shaking on the cold stone floor, naked and wracked with sickening nausea.
Many hours later, he rose and padded silently to where the vixen lay, curled up in a ball, her tail clutched in her paws and laying across her delicate, lovely muzzle. He stared down at her, then knelt and kissed her lightly on the cheek, a single tear sliding down his face, as he saw the tear laying glistening on her soft muzzle fur. He paused, as if about to say something, but just bowed his head sadly and turned, then left the cave - leaving the vixen to her own, dark, tormented thoughts....
END