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The Wolf and Red - (C)2012 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved [inspired by Facebook pic of Wolf and Red Riding Hood on motorcycle]

Ginger Salanov celebrated the new Springtime with her family. Due to her hair colour she was usually just called Red, and her Gramma had made her a cloak to keep her warm. The red material covered her closely and the hood kept her ears and face cozy.

However, it also covered her lovely long legs, voluptuous hips and thighs, her narrow waist, sensuously curved breasts, and lovely face. Gramma wanted her covered, because then the randy boys would leave her alone, and Gramma was old-fashioned.

Gramma even thought Red was still a virgin, and that young ladies should remain so until they fell in love with a powerful man and got married. Why would a man *want* a virgin in the honeymoon bed? Sure you want to teach her, but really, wouldn't it be more special if she had a clue what to do to please you?

What Red wanted to wear was her red high-heeled shoes, red skirt of modest length with the matching top, panties and bra. She wanted men to look at her and want her, so she wore the bodice low, covering her modestly but displaying her top cleavage.

Red was bored with her life and wanted some adventure. She wasn't all goofy and romantic, didn't expect a handsome prince to sweep her off her feet. But it would be fun, and she liked to dream.

* One morning she finished her chores early, because she'd spent extra time the previous day and rested in the late afternoon. Now Red had some free time and went for a walk.

She was careful to obey her parent's warnings about the dangers of the local woods, and stayed on the path which wound through the trees. It only went about a half-mile into the woods before gently curving back.

The village lay between the two ends of the path, so Red had about a mile and a half to walk to enter the forest, about three miles along it, and about a mile and a half from the other end back to her village.

But don't think it was all a /Grimms' Fairy Tales/ village. To begin with, they'd had electricity and running water for over a century. They just didn't get cable TV in the valley, and what they could get on telly wasn't really worth the licence fees.

So Red amused herself walking along and identifying the different plants and animals. As she wandered by a small pond, she heard a rumbling noise in the distance and stopped to look up.

But the sky was clear blue, without clouds to keep it company. The rumbling sound got gradually louder, and Red slipped off the safe path several meters to a small hill overgrown with thick vines and tree brush. She could hide if she needed to.

But Red could also look west along the path, where the rumbling was coming from. She was almost seventeen, old enough to know when to hide and when to confront a new situation. As she hesitated she could just make out the shape of a motorcycle and rider.

Only a few people in Red's village rode the noisy machines. Most people walked or rode bikes, their own muscles powering them. Only those who didn't live nearby rode motorcycles, and there was an air of naughtiness to those who did.

Polite people stayed nearby to do their share of work in the village. Only young men and adolescents took off to discover the world. Everyone else already knew everything they cared to know about the world.

* The motorcycle slowed as the rider saw the woods open up into the meadow where the stream burbled into the pond. Red was quite surprised to see the rider had no helmet, which was a bit unsafe, even if the ground was softer than paved roads.

She was even more surprised to see the dark fur and bare feet of an anthro wolf. She knew about anthros of course, cause she knew a few, but this guy was a lot rougher than she was used to.

As he approached and slowed, Red saw the dark fur and very little else. Red was a young woman with the hormones to prove it, and she giggled to see he wasn't wearing pants, just the leather motorcycle jacket.

Heh, what about road rash if he slipped on the wet leaves or brush along the forest path? His arms were protected, and he wore the jacket zipped, so Red couldn't see his chest, but his thighs and legs had only the thick luxurious fur ...

A woman's allowed to dream, right? She giggled again, louder, and coughed. The tall triangular ears of the handsome wolf swiveled towards the wood where Red almost hid. The beautiful woman exchanged appraising looks with the lupine and wasn't afraid.

Even though she knew about wolves. They were territorial, so why was this young stud wandering around where any lusty young woman could ...

Red saw the wolf's bare fur and her eyes arrowed in on the strong male hips, the firm strong muscles of his thighs, the bulge of his calves...

All his parts, at least as well as she could make out the shape under that lovely fur. The wolf just stood there, as if he'd known all along the woman was watching him, and a sly knowing smile slowly slipped around his lips.

The male wolf was eying Red as much as she did him. He'd scented her a few hundred feet away, even over the petrol fumes of his steel steed. He'd slowed and looked, and his enhanced eyesight caught her movement. She wasn't prey, but he sought her out anyway.

OK, maybe she *was* prey, because they both had hormones, but he didn't wanna eat her. OK, yeah, he kinda did in the adult way, but not for food. He'd eaten at a stop a few miles away, and enough even for him, with a big barely-cooked steak and a nice Chianti he could pretend was fresh hot blood to satisfy his basic animal instincts.

OK, maybe she kinda was food. Not for his stomach but lower. He was enough of a wolf to be interested in why a scantily-clad woman was wandering around the forest. Sure it was daytime, but why high heels and that skirt slit open down the sides to reveal her luscious ankles, shins, calves, knees, lower thighs ...

* The wolf was rather staring at Red, and she liked being stared at. After all, that's why she'd opened the side fastenings of the red skirt, showing herself and hiding the rest. To tempt him, and tease him, and suggest he could see more if he was a gentleman.

Er, gentlefur, maybe. Red was staring at the wolf shamelessly, looking up his legs to the hem of his motorcycle jacket. The wolf wore no pants, just a lot of dark fur covering ...

Well, Red wasn't a virgin and she knew what she was looking for. His furry scrotum and sheath hiding his baculum. She knew how to hold a man, caress the balls in their sac, wake his weasel up and enjoy him.

Wolfy was hiding himself, and Red wanted more. Her scent changed, her pulse quickened, and Wolfy knew it. She was teasing him, showing lots of leg and a hint of cleavage, so he decided to tease her back.

His paws slowly slid up his jacket to his zipper. He pulled it down teas- ingly slow, seeing the effect his broad manly chest had on the female. His smile broadened, but he kept his lips together hiding his sharp carnassials and most of his long canines.

Red felt like she was dreaming, and she didn't want it to end. Somehow her feet moved on the rough terrain even in the heels. She walked slowly to Wolfy, seeing his mouth closed and wasn't afraid.

He drew her to him with just the power of his eyes, his muscular roughness, and his desire. He left the jacket half-unzipped as Red approached, and low- ered his paws. Red approached him, and he didn't threaten her. He let her come to him at her own pace.

As a matter of fact, his fur didn't completely hide his male response. Red giggled and he followed the line of her sight, directly to his groin. She was willing to see him as his sheath twitched.

Then she stood directly in front of her hunk. His digitigrade feet held his ankles above the ground, and he balanced on his five toes and the footpads. Red knew enough about wildlife to know real wolves had four toes in back and front, five if you count the dewclaw.

Wolfy was anthro, built more like a human, standing upright but his legs hinged at hips, knees, ankles. He was bigger than Red, and he stood even taller. She had to reach up to hold his left paw in her right hand.

* Wolfy stood still and let Red discover him. He was her first wolf, and she was curious about the fur. She saw it in his open jacket as it cascaded down his massive shoulders, thick biceps and elbows. The leather hid his forearms and wrists, but fur extended onto the backs of his hands and over his fingers.

Red didn't draw back in fear of the huge wolf. He moved his left arm around her slowly, carefully, protectively. Her hand in his followed where he led. Red let the mysterious stranger hug her with one arm, and draw her to him.

She removed her hand from his paw and drew both around his shoulders. She could barely touch her fingers, and let Wolfy draw her tightly to him. He let her stroke his back over the leather, then gently drew her hands up to his thick muscular neck.

Red let him move her hands over his neck, behind his head, around his ears. He controlled her, and it felt wonderful rubbing her fingers through his thick dark fur. For both of them.

Red moaned in pleasure. She let him draw her in to him, gave herself to his power and arousing scent. Her mind whirled with his animal scent, and he was anthro so it wasn't unpleasant.

Wolfy drew Red's lips to his. She hesitated, frightened at the sharp teeth, and he didn't force her. He just smiled, barely showing them, and opened his mouth just enough to let his long smooth lupine tongue out to play.

Red melted. If her ... lover? ... was this careful with her, she wanted to please him. He held her close, and wore no pants, so she could feel his sheath twitch. He obviously liked her, and she was willing enough, but still teased. Red let Wolfy hug her, and lick her face. She knew he was just saying hello, and opened her mouth to the questing tongue. It slid in gently, exploring this part of her, never demanding her surrender.

Wolfy and Red kissed rather passionately. Red didn't know why she felt this way, just that she'd finally found a guy who could keep up with her wild side. Their tongues began to duel, long wolfy one and smaller woman one. Thrust and parry, lunge and riposte.

It was just for fun, and not competition. Their kiss became increasingly passionate, until they finally came up for air. Wolfy was panting a bit and Red's luscious cleavage heaved into his broad furry chest.

Wolfy's sheath was definitely twitching against Red, and she liked his appa- rent approval. She decided to increase the intimacy, and in the forest the skirt wasn't really necessary. She giggled and asked for release, and Wolfy allowed her to step back.

She'd already undone the leg fastenings, and the waist was soon untied as well. Wolfy took the skirt gently, and folded it into his steed's back stor- age. Neither one was thinking carefully, and as Wolfy turned back and beheld Red's bare ankles and legs, thighs and red panties, he forgot he was bare as his sheath erupted.

Pink flesh poked out and rose to the occasion. Red's eyes got big as she saw his size for the first time. Wow, and it was all for her! Wolfy liked her assessment of his sports equipment.

* "My, what big eyes you have!" she exclaimed. "The better to see you with, my dear", he replied. "What big ears you have," Red said, reaching up again and stroking them. "The better to hear you with, my dear". Wolfy liked having his ears fondled. "And What a lovely tongue you have," Red had enjoyed his tongue. "The better to lick you with, my dear", and he showed her for several minutes.

Red gave herself to the pleasure of being licked by a strong man. He licked her lips, the tip of her nose, her small round ears. He licked down the left side of her neck, noting her pulse quickening as he worked her.

Wolfy licked under Red's jaw, and she gave herself to him, even her vulner- able throat. Wolfy pressed his hips against her, and she moaned again as she forgot to even resist his advances.

Her bare thighs rubbed against his furry ones, and his Wolfhood pressed her flesh as it hardened. She loved the feel of his power, and the strength of his desire. She was the cause and the satisfaction of his lust.

He licked down her left shoulder, across and up her right, up her neck again to her ear. He was groaning, she was moaning, and their rhythm found each other as Red begged him to undress her completely.

Sigh, what's a guy to do? Red obviously needed something, and Wolfy was willing to help scratch her itch. Gramma's cloak slid down her back, over her voluptuous rump, to the dry leaves covering the ground.

Wolfy looked at Red's top holding her sexy chest and tummy. He told her to raise her arms, and she did it like she was dreaming. Her lover drew in his breath, and his baculum stirred as he strode forth and lifted the red cloth from her body.

He was easily tall enough to get it over her shoulders, arms, wrists, and hands. Red's top joined her cloak on the leaves. Wolfy tried to stop his paws from fumbling with her bra, but she just let him find his way among her clips and straps.

Neither one minded his clumsiness. When her heaving bosom was finally released from its prison, Red shook her full C's in his face, and The Tongue began lapping rather roughly at the proffered mammaries.

Actually, Red rather liked it rough. All this time Wolfy had been gentle and considerate of her feelings, and that got her feeling aroused. She'd been looking at his furry scrotum and sheath, and now she had his Wolfhood showing.

Red liked how big he was. And she'd soon find out he knew how to use it.

* Both Wolfy and Red were breathing rather heavily now. She tugged at his right wrist, and he let her remove his leather motorcycle jacket. As the full glory of his powerful male wolfbody was revealed, she began to make rather animal- istic sounds.

"Woof! Woof! Woof! ..." she kept repeating. He replied in Wolven, "You like what you see, don't you, girl?" but she didn't know he was somewhat degrading her with the word.

After all, his little head was taking over from the big one, so he reverted to his native language. "And I like what you're showing me. Come here and give yourself to me."

Red didn't know the words, but the tone was clear, and it excited her. She wanted this randy wolf to look at her, and hug and kiss and lick, and more. She slid to her knees at his furry bare feet. Wolfy liked how she looked.

He'd gotten quite dusty riding, but he'd stopped at the pond to rinse his fur, and only his pads got muddy again. His fur was still damp from air-drying, and Red was drawn down to him. Standing alone, he dropped his heels almost to the ground, but steadied himself.

"What's your name, girl?" he said gently. You may have wondered why they hadn't introduced themselves yet, I mean exchanged names. They'd already exchanged glances, eyed each other, and hugged and kissed.

"Ginger", she replied. "I live in the village nearby." "Samuel." He extended his right paw to shake.

Instead, Red kissed it. She kept her hands down, and as he looked at her Red dropped her eyes demurely. She didn't understand why she was acting this way. Usually she was wilder with men and wanted control.

The Wolf spoke in a low growling voice, full of authority. "Kiss my heels, girl." They were still in the air, still peeking out from the damp fur. Red obeyed. She reluctantly tore her gaze away from his furry groin and the scent of strong manhood, and slipped around him on her knees.

She kissed his furry heels. She wanted to lick, and she didn't know why. This wolf had given her pleasure, and she'd mostly undressed for him. Her red panties and bra were the only things hiding her body from him now.

Except for her shoes. Somehow her Gramma's red cloak had slid to the ground, but she hadn't noticed when she'd removed her skirt or top for the furry hunk who so easily dominated her.

The Wolf's weight on her shoulder pushed her down, and she willingly slid her lips down his feet, kissing and licking. He smelled only of Wolfy power, and spread his toes for her. By now she took it as a command as she licked. Red kissed his toes and rubbed her cheeks gently on his arches.

Then another part of him bounced on her red hair. It reminded her he had more work for her talented mouth and tongue, but first he lifted her easily to her feet and engulfed her mouth in his. As they kissed, Red's passion rose like a tide washing away any thought.

The Wolf was very good at controlling Red. So good he made her think she was choosing to walk to him, undress for him, kneel and crawl, lick and kiss him. He had sensed the wildness in her, that she was unfulfilled, and took advantage of his skills and her need.

* His Wolfhood pulsed against her bare upper thigh, insisting gently that she accept pleasure from him. He walked with her toward the wood, and pushed her rather roughly up against a sturdy tree. Red was too foggy-minded to object.

The big strong wolf held her wrists easily behind the tree. She allowed it, because he licked her deeply as he explored her mouth with his long smooth tongue. Red liked it rough, and liked this man who knew what he wanted.

Wolfy wasn't being cruel, and he released Red from his grip. She kept her wrists together around the tree over her head, and he bent down a bit to apply his tongue to her body.

She'd done him the favour of allowing him to remove her bra, and only her panties and shoes remained. He could have ordered her to remove them, but the shoes held her heels in the air and her calf muscles tight, which gave her luscious legs such excitingly smooth curves.

All the way up, from her foot arches to her upper thighs. Only the panties hid her body from his randy eyesight, and he was working Red slowly to keep her excited and unaware of his goal.

But she probably knew anyway. The scent emanating from the brief red cloth made it quite hard, I mean to concentrate as Wolfy began licking Red's bare flesh again.

For now his long smooth lupine tongue licked her cleavage, around the out- side of her left breast and underneath. Red giggled as he stroked her with a furry paw and his tongue.

Her breath went ragged as his talented tongue slipped under her curves, and Red gasped as it slipped up between her breasts from underneath. She moved her hands and hugged him tightly, trying to get his long muzzle closer, and rubbed against his canines.

Wolfy grinned evilly, and took a pair of fur-lined handcuffs from his jacket. He disengaged Red, and put her hands back around the tree over her head. The sexually-aroused woman was in no condition to resist the bondage as he locked the cuffs around her wrists. Red was trapped, but she didn't know it.

The slight pain excited Red. The man who held her was so big, and so strong, and his animal scent went straight to Red's mind and inflamed her desire. His tongue slowly and teasingly slid around her right breast, over the top, around the outside, and finally underneath.

Red's breathing was getting erratic, and he gave her a few seconds to get it under control. Then he began owning her body again, lifting her mammary with his tongue and letting it slip down as he tongued between her breasts. Red loved the attention.

Mr Randy Wolf was panting himself, and he took several deep breaths before continuing to lick Red. She was moaning helplessly now, and begging him to take her panties off. They were already moist, and Wolfy chose to help Red.

Frankly he'd enjoyed her undressing and begging him to do more to her. She was probably unaware of the distinction that he'd just been doing things *with* her. He didn't believe in doing things *to* a woman.

Always get her consent before you play. And it *is* play, giving her enough pleasure she'd want to return the favour. Making Red owe him was part of the fun of seducing a new woman. That's why he'd been driving down the path today.

* But now Wolfy's lower head had enough of preliminaries. It was time to get to the main course, I mean event. You know the adult meaning of Red's hood, and I think her Gramma was sneakier than she let on, cause why else make the cloak red? Remember Gramma probably thought Red was still a virgin and needed a little push to get the men started.

Now that Red's wrists were cuffed together around the tree, Wolfy began licking her breasts more meaningfully. Red moaned long and loud as her mind took a vacation and just let her enjoy.

The intensity of his tonguing increased. Wolfy caressed Red's heaving breasts in his furry paws, stroking her flesh and kneading it with his furry fingers. Red only knew he was making her more and more excited. She had no thoughts other than to beg him not to stop.

Wolfy considered tormenting Red, leaving her bound here helpless in need of a man's power. His throbbing organ outvoted him and he licked around Red's left aureola clockwise, making her moan and beg for him. He pulled back and licked her right aureola anti-clockwise.

The helplessly-aroused woman's Twin Towers stiffened and rose. Wolfy began sucking on them gently, keeping his sharp incisors out of her sensitive flesh. Her moans became very loud, and he reached down to pluck her red bra from the ground.

Wolfy roughly stuffed the bra into Red without folding it. The flimsy mater- ial filled her mouth and muffled her animal moans. Red arched her back, thrust- ing her heaving pleasure mounds at him, begging ...

He roughly gripped her hair and made her look directly at him. All he saw was deep desire in her eyes, and the reflection of his own lust. It was time to enjoy what they both needed. Red had seen his furry scrotum, licked his balls through the long rough fur.

She'd gotten a close-up view of his Wolfy sheath and the Wolfhood it had held before the baculum-stiffened organ sallied forth. He was flying at half- mast before he let her up and took her to the tree, and now he waved to the carefully-handcuffed young woman still begging to be subjected to his mercy.

* Ginger Salanov was trapped, and she loved him for his male power over her. Wolfy pressed her bare rump against the tree, rubbing her flesh on the bark, and she enjoyed the roughness, of the tree and the Wolf.

Remember Red wasn't a virgin, but this was her first Wolf. He was taller and more muscular than a human man, and his power tool was bigger too. He strode up to her and stroked her bare thighs again. Red gasped, and writhed, and tasted herself on the bra stuffed in her mouth.

Still the cruel Wolf teased her. She wanted him, and she was quite wet now, so his organ took over thinking and stroked her lower lips. Red loved his power and bucked her hips trying to get him aimed. Still he teased his bound captive.

His little head became wet with Red's juices. He pressed against her red hood, and her clit poked out to play. She was no longer able even to try to speak. Her animal sounds were muffled, but of course her lover knew what she needed.

Wolfy stroked her lips and hood as his paws roamed freely over her heated body. He stroked her inner lips and she opened to engulf him. As a woman, she had muscles 'down there' she only used for lovers, and she gripped his little head.

This small young woman's strength rather surprised Samuel Wolf. She seemed quite desperate as she gripped him and moved her innards to actually pull him inside her!

The sensations his Wolfhood was giving him were quite exciting, and he had no reason to resist fully hardening. She had him so hard already he was sur- prised when she released him. She knew what she wanted from him, and he was a Wolf. All male Canids have knots, an enlarged part of their penises, and Red thrust her unbound hips at the male just as she released her iron grip.

The Wolfhood was stuffed deeply inside Red. Even his knot made a wet sploosh as it pounded into her. His hips worked, his thighs and legs pounded the hot flesh. Red moaned and squirmed, and he was sure he was hurting her.

But Red held onto him and met his thrusts. Deep inside and almost out, squishily poking her innards. Wolfy was sure she'd be too sore to walk, but his little head didn't care and it was in control.

Thrust, pull back, thrust, repeat. That was about the limit of Wolfy's plans at the moment, and he slid his engorged knot deeply into the willing female. She was almost as hot for him as the bitches he'd encountered at home, and although she was only a human she certainly made up for her lack of size with enthusiasm.

But of course females can keep rising on the high tide of their pleasure, and we guys can't keep it up. Well, maybe the eunuchs, which is why men go to 'special houses' for some renovations. After, they don't have the lust but do have increased stamina. Eunuchs can wait for the woman to really enjoy.

Wolfy was all male, all the time. He did have seasons like wild animals when he was even randier, and he needed several bitches close by to satisfy his desires. Red was only human, and she was lucky he wasn't in season.

So anyway, a male can only take so much milking inside a woman before he explodes. Wolfy had taken lots of time with Red, and she was hot and ready for him. But he'd gotten all hot and bothered too, and after only a few minutes inside her he had to cum.

His love juice fired deep inside the lusty female, painting her innards and sending waves of hot pleasure racing up her spine, exploding deep in Ginger Salanov's brain. She forgot the soreness of her wrists in the cuffs and hung helpless, loving the power Samuel Wolf had over her.

* Afterwards, Sam held Red in his powerful arms, enveloping the hot human in his furry Wolf arms. He'd been a bit rough with the weak female, and a bitch wouldn't have minded him biting her ruff while covering her.

But Red was only human. Her naked body was covered with little scrapes and cuts, and maybe it was the blood that got Sam so riled up. He'd forgotten when he'd bitten and scratched her.

Even her luscious breasts and rump were red. How could that be? He was sure he'd never sneaked behind her. Maybe just rough tree bark pounding against her soft yielding flesh.

At any rate, the sun had moved rather further down its path than he'd plan- ned. He was surprised at Red's wildness, her eagerness for rough sex with him. He pressed his Wolfiness against her and she started to respond again, despite her tiredness and pain.

But of course the big strong Wolf wasn't tired or sore. Even his softened penis had retracted, and he was rather unhappy with the sloppiness. He seemed to have quite a hard (heh) time releasing Red, even though he'd left the key in the cuffs this time.

Red collapsed in his arms when the cuffs released her wrists. But her eyes weren't dull, she just needed a few minutes. He picked her up easily and went back to the pond, waded in, and plopped his burden down.

He needed to cool off. One of the problems with such thick luxurious fur was it held in the heat, even when he exercised, and his pads were wet with his thermo-regulation. As he splashed around he was careful to make sure Red wasn't sinking.

The silly female had a tendency to try to stand up, which just meant she stopped floating. As the cold water enveloped her head, she realised she had to get to the surface, and he really enjoyed watching her balloons bounce.

That guy Archimedes was right. The boobs displace water, and it pushes back, so they float. Wolfy snuck under and swam to her, to tickle her between her legs.

When she struggled to the surface to complain he just sucked her face. His sexy muzzle easily engulfed her, his sharp teeth weren't a danger. But the sun continued to drop, and the shadows lengthened.

Soon Ginger's friends would begin to wonder what she was doing all alone in the forest so late. Of course she wasn't alone, and Wolfy would protect her, but they didn't know that.

Samuel reluctantly retrieved his sextoy and towed her back in. He did the Wolfy-paddle and let her hold his tail. It gave them both a giggle. Red could see what the cold water did to Mr Wolf. She was glad his cock was in a nice warm sheath.

* Neither Wolf nor human had expected the tryst, or needing to cool off, so Wolfy didn't have a towel. He'd expected to stop at a B&B and use theirs. He'd let Red's bra out of her mouth after he'd tossed her in the pond, and now she was rinsed it was time to get out and find her panties, top and skirt.

Oh, and the cloak. It was lying redly crumpled on the leaves where she'd left it, and he'd folded the skirt. Red knew the dry panties would stick to her wet bare flesh, so she squeezed her hair out on them to rinse them then swished them around awhile.

Now wet panties slid eagerly up her wet legs and thighs. It was sad to see Red's Hood hidden again, but the Wolf didn't have to leave the village. It was OK with him to stay a few days.

So he and Red could see each other some more, if they could avoid the prudes. Actually Wolfkind rather looked down their snouts at human-lupine involvements and the humans didn't care for them either.k

Wolf and Red approached his cycle, and they both needed to dry off. Wolf put his leather jacket back on, and Red put her bra, panties, cloak and shoes on. She left her skirt in the boot, picked up the basket she'd carried a snack in, and hopped on the back seat, sidesaddle facing left.

Both lupine and human enjoyed drying off in the wind from the motorcycle's passage, he in the fur and she with bare arms and legs. Both were well-satis- fied from the exercise and the swim.

Perhaps they could meet up again later?