{"sf1_id":568189,"sf2_id":"J1O27wkn","title":"Red and the Wolf","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":3669,"posted_at":"2013-07-26T02:11:00.000Z","tags":["Fantasy","Human","M/F","Nudity","Rough","Tryst","Wolf","anthology"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/568189-red-and-the-wolf","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1O27wkn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a3/8c/a38c327e-a1cc-4a1b-8d18-d26c40338441","description":"#3 of FurryShots\n\nDifferent pic, different Red, different Wolf, different sex. More bestial.","content":" Red and Wolf - 2012-0412.2244  \n(C) 2012 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved  \n-- Inspired by slightly naughty pic of Wolf and Red, Facebook  \n384836\\_206241212801399\\_100002465646675\\_406394\\_1544460145\\_n.jpg  \n  \n\"Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good.  \nYou're everything a Big Bad Wolf could want!\"  \n  \nYoung Rolanda was sneaking out of her flat to meet her lover. Her parents  \nwould never consent, partly because Rolanda was just seventeen and shouldn't  \nbe doing this sorta thing. But mostly because Rolanda was a young human and  \nher lover was a powerful black wolf.  \n  \nRolanda was also a rather lusty young woman. She'd met her lover only a  \nfew months ago when she was walking through the local woods with a basket  \nof spiced sausage and stoned wheat crackers for her grandmother. Only it  \nwasn't Granny who padded up silently to Rolanda.  \n  \nAt the time she was out alone in the woods and because it was a full moon  \nshe could see quite a ways through the woods despite it being a rather warm  \nsummer night. In fact Rolanda had let her fiery hair down, letting it swing  \nbelow her shoulders.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She'd seen the dark shadow moving under the moon. Perhaps Wolfey wasn't as  \ncareful as he could have been. Due to her hair and the lightweight cloak she  \nusually wore on her night walks, Gramma had taken to calling her Red.  \n  \nThis night was another full moon, and Red wanted to meet her wolf again.  \nThat first time had been rather scary, because the wolf was so big and furry,  \nand he was used to wolf women.  \n  \nRed didn't have fur to protect her from his eagerness. In fact tonight she  \nwasn't wearing much at all under her cloak, just a frilly nightgown over her  \nbra and panties. The bra was just a strip of cloth that didn't need to sup-  \nport her perky breasts, it just hugged her bust and she'd laced the front  \nrather loosely.  \n  \nHer panties were cut quite high on her nicely-tanned thighs, showing a lot  \nof skin. Her black fishnet stockings didn't really conceal her shape either,  \nmostly because she knew her wolf liked her that way. The sturdy shoes held  \nher legs taut at the calves. Also for her wolf.  \n  \nRed was still rather scared of the wild wolf. Despite the fact he'd licked  \nher wanton body, giving the young woman thrill after thrill and shaking her  \nmind with erotic pleasure, he'd also pounced on her and knocked her down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And ripped the basket to shreds tearing it in his powerful jaws. He hadn't  \ncared about Red's careful arrangement, just the sausage. The way he'd torn  \ninto it, gulping huge pieces and shredding it with his teeth (well, they  \n\\*were\\* carnassials, made for tearing off chunks of flesh from, say, deer)  \nhad fascinated the girl.  \n  \nWolfey had both terrified and thrilled Red with his animal power. She  \nshivered despite the heat and looked around. Her red cloak swirled around  \nher, caressing her curves and doing nothing to hide her shape.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nTo be quite blunt, Red only knew the beast was a coal-black wolf. It was  \npossible there were other black wolves in these woods, although melanism  \nwasn't all that common. She'd seen enough of his rough fur in the three  \nnights of full moon each month to see he wasn't quite like all the other  \nwolves.  \n  \nWolfey was waiting for his lover quietly. He'd come to this spot earlier,  \nflattened the grass to make a nice big bed for the two of them, lain down  \non all four paws and waited.  \n  \nHe didn't have long before her scent arrived, carried on the wind of her  \ndesire perhaps. Or maybe it was his own desire, it didn't seem to matter.  \nHe saw her walking steadily down the familiar path and let her pass him.  \nSurely she noticed the small hillock he was hiding behind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her footsteps continued past him, and it was an effort to keep his big  \nbushy tail from thumping on last autummn's dry leaves. He extended his  \nleft front paw carefully, but not enough, and as soon as he put weight  \non it he felt the curve of the dry stick on his pads.  \n  \nCrack! under his weight, and he froze. Red turned and saw the big shadow  \nrise and stop. She turned and ran, and Wolfey burst from his hiding place,  \neasily covering the last hundred feet between them and gaining steadily.  \n  \nTo be honest, Wolfey enjoyed a good run through the woods. It would rather  \ninsult his skills if she just came to him. His four toes on each foot dug  \ninto the path as he flew towards his prey.  \n  \nHe knew it was Red, so although his snout was open to let his long wolf  \ntongue hang out, he wasn't going to hobble her by biting her calves. The hot  \nwolf caught the fleeing woman and tackled her, letting his speed carry him  \nup and over her.  \n  \nHe let himself roll free and heard her giggle. Imagine a big tough wolf  \nrolling end-over-end, just to be amusing. He ducked his head and let the  \nroll continue, then sprang up before she could rise and ran past her,  \ncutting off her retreat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolf and human continued the game, although they both knew he was the  \nhunter. Red rather enjoyed being hunted and darted away, as if she had  \na chance of escaping. Red didn't actually want to escape her lover.  \n  \nBut he had thick fur and she only had the cloak, nightgown, bra, panties,  \nstockings and shoes. In the rough woods, she tumbled with the wolf and loved  \nhis rough play. She loved him, and never noticed the scrapes and small cuts  \non her yummy flesh.  \n  \nHer hot wolf licked her body, and when he finally knocked her down and  \npounced, he walked around on her, jumped off, rolled around some more, and  \npounced again. He enjoyed her scent as she became aroused by his attention.  \n  \nAnd Wolfey was enjoying the exercise too. He noticed the red cloak flutter-  \ning loose, and chased it a few steps before jumping on it, like a house dog  \non a blanket. With a giggle Red came up behind him and placed a few stones  \non the corners, spreading the cloak out and lying down beside her wolf.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nShe giggled because when Wolfey sprang up to pounce the cloak, she totally  \nsaw his wolf junk. Wolfey was quite well-sized, and Red wanted him at least  \nas much as he wanted her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And remember he'd eaten the sausage in her basket. Since wolves don't wear  \nclothes, she saw his sausage, held from hanging forlornly down from his sexy  \nfurry groin by his lupine baculum.  \n  \nIn case you didn't know, each canid (that's canines and vulpines) male gets  \na bone to hold his cock partly stiff. He pokes the female a bit to make her  \nallow him entry. Unlike a human, he's not stiff yet, until he works himself  \ndeep.  \n  \nThis wolf was definitely interested in Red, including her lower fur. He  \nwalked stiff-legged toward her, as if he was stalking his meal, and she was  \nfrightened by his animal lust. Or maybe it was her own feelings that fright-  \nened her.  \n  \nRed had no idea who her lover was during the daytime. Most of the village's  \nstuds leered at her, because her body was just that yummy. Maybe he was just  \na shy guy normally, and maybe he could change whenever he wanted to.  \n  \nThere were those mysterious short footprints that appeared under her window  \nevery month for a few days. But some of them looked like animal prints and  \nsome like bootprints. It was hard to follow them because the animal and human  \nprints overlapped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now this was definitely a wolf. Big, black and furry, and Red had learned  \nto enjoy his four-legged interest. After rather a while of rolling around  \ntogether (email me for details) Red managed to lose her shoes, and Wolfey  \nsniffed them and carefully carried them back to the cloak.  \n  \nSorta like bringing a prize to his lair. Wolfey padded back to Red and  \nbegan nuzzling her thighs quite suggestively. Red was willing to take the  \nsuggestion as her hot wolf began hooking the stocking clips with his  \ncarnassials and pulling.  \n  \nRed giggled and rolled the black stocking down her yummy thigh. Wolfey  \ngot a good incisor grip and pulled backward, mindful of the soft flesh.  \nNormally he'd bite and rip, but this was his lover so he just pulled her  \nstocking off and ran with it in his mouth.  \n  \nHe looked quite comical running with a woman's stocking as the full moon  \nilluminated the forest clearing. After a short run around like a Roman tri-  \numph, Wolfey draped the stocking over the shoes next to the cloak.  \n  \nHe made a rather gutteral sound, midway between a howl and a grunt. He  \nslipped up behind Red, poked his long furry snout over her left shoulder,  \nand nuzzled her breasts, licking them over and around until she had to moan  \nin pleasure. Her wolf was paying a lot of attention to her dark circles,  \nand her Twin Towers began to stiffen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nWolfey slid down Red's increasingly bare flesh and poked her left thigh.  \nShe let him remove that stocking, run around a bit and take his prize back.  \nHe was making quite a scene of her disrobing, and Red wondered just how  \nold this male was to be so proud of his rewards.  \n  \nAnyway, by this time Red had only the panties left on. Wolfey knew his  \nsnoutful of sharp teeth weren't made for finesse, so he just poked her  \ngrowing moistness and Red made a teasing show of removing her panties.  \nThe wolf gently took them and padded off, his body clearly showing his  \ninterest in the moonlight.  \n  \nBut instead of parading around and dropping the panties off, Wolfey made  \na show of prancing off and using all four paws to scrape at the earth! Then  \nhe dropped the panties and kicked the ground back. He looked exactly like  \na house dog burying a prized bone for later!  \n  \nWhen Wolfey padded back without the panties, Red became amused. What the  \nheck would a furry wolf want with such a trophy? Now that her femininity was  \ncompletely revealed to him, he padded up and began licking her, rather lewdly  \nI must say.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I dunno why a wolf would be so interested in a human woman, but that's what  \nhe told me. Maybe it was the scent of her readiness to mate. He returned to  \nher body and began licking up the toes on her left foot, up her arch and  \nalong the sides to her ankle.  \n  \nThen Wolfey turned his attention to Red's right foot and ankle. If this was  \nhis idea of foreplay Red was quite eager to learn about the main event. He  \nlicked her body with his warm wet lupine tongue and Red moaned helplessly  \nas she lay completely nude and unrestrained.  \n  \nAs Wolfey licked up her shins, calves and knees on his way around her thighs  \nRed lay still and enjoyed. Only her heaving bosom betrayed her stillness as  \nher lover's exquisite tongue-work excited her more and more. Her soft moaning  \nbecame erratic with her breathing.  \n  \nWolfey ignored her attempts to grip his ears and encourage his tour of her  \nbody. He was almost cruel in the way he drew out Red's lust, making her need  \nhim but denying her satisfaction. His baculum-enhanced wolfmeat slid up her  \nbody in a thin trail of lust.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally Wolfey reached Red's left thigh and licked her toward her center,  \nmaking her moan loudly and lose control of her lust. She held his ears gently  \nand guided his moist nose directly between her nether lips.  \n  \nWell that was fun I must say! Wolfey smiled carefully because of his sharp  \nteeth while Red squirmed around, impaling herself on his wild animal snout  \nand generally carrying on in a rather unladylike manner.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nHe was big, and being bad, but sometines being bad is good, y'know? He  \ncertainly enjoyed stuffing his muzzle into Red, and making her moan and  \nsquirm, but he could only hold his breath a few short minutes and had to  \nextract himself.  \n  \nRed was disappointed, so Wolfey took a few quick breaths and began licking  \nher hood. It was rather red from all the exercise and Wolfey took advantage,  \nlicking her nub when it poked out and forcing what little remained of her  \nmind to take a break.  \n  \nWolfey was used to pure animal lust, and he roughly rolled the nude wench  \nover so he could nibble her rump a little. Of course, he was the only one  \nthere with a tail, so she had nothing to lick out of the way.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolfey poked Red in a totally lewd way that would get you a rough overnight  \nin your local bobby station. She moaned again and begged him to use his wolf  \nsausage.  \n  \nSigh, what's a guy to do? The wolfmeat was still mostly limp, but he had a  \ngood view of her moist sex, and he \\*was\\* a canid, so he walked around on her  \nback, stood up on his hind paws and howled his lust to the full moon.  \n  \nWolfey poked her knees, then mouthed her neck gently as his desires were  \nmade plain by his stiffening wolfmeat. Red saw his large balls hanging and  \ngot the message. She quickly rose to her knees, bent down a bit at the front  \nand presented shamelessly.  \n  \nWell, he was a wolf, so what position would you expect?  \n  \nThe Big Bad Wolf was obviously aroused, and so was Red. Her stiff nipples  \nstroked along the ground, and even through the blanket the soft grass felt  \ngood. She folded her hands and rested her forehead on them, leaving her  \ncreamy rump quite invitingly exposed.  \n  \nHe seemed to take quite a while looking at her puffy sex. He pranced away  \nand stiff-legged back. His big black bushy tail swung and waved. What the  \nfrak was he waiting for?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red felt his furry wrists sliding up her body and his pawpads stroking her  \nheated flesh. As Wolfey got to her shoulders his entire weight was on her,  \nforcing her down and pressing her knees deeply into the blanket. He was  \nholding her in place, rather roughly for a lover.  \n  \nBut I may not have mentioned that Red liked it rough, especially with her  \nlover. She moaned hotly and wiggled her rump invitingly, but she moved away  \na bit until she felt his hot body on her back and his teeth near her throat.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nHe was trying to be careful, aware she was just a human, but his lust made  \nhis big head increasingly fuzzy. The little one was waking up and demanding  \ncontrol, and he had a lovely sexy female on her knees.  \n  \nWolfey slid his furry body all the way up the woman and forced her down with  \nhis weight. A month or two ago when they'd first met, his belly had been full  \nof stag and he'd been more careful with her.  \n  \nOh, he'd chased her a bit through the woods, pounced her and torn that  \nbasket open. He wasn't so full he could ignore the sausage. As a carnivore  \nhe hadn't cared for the crackers.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It'd been a test, of his relf-restraint and her terror. He'd jumped her and  \nlicked places that made her blush, and growled at her when she tried to push  \nhim away or escape.  \n  \nThen he'd stuffed his snout under her peasant dress and made her stop  \nfighting him. He was a bit surprised anyone would be out alone in the woods  \nat night. He was only there because he'd been bitten by another wolf the month  \nbefore, while cutting firewood.  \n  \nWolfey only had broken scaps of memory about that night. He'd awoken at  \nfirst light the morning after, his clothes in tatters, his body bruised and  \ntorn, hurting in places he hadn't had to be aware of before.  \n  \nBut not bloody. The first shock was he realised he'd been attacked, the  \nsecond was he was still alive, the third ... he vaguely remembered being  \nlicked and the red devil eyes. He'd really enjoyed being licked, especially  \nthe places that didn't hurt.  \n  \nWhen his wounds healed, inhumanly quickly, he realised what had happened.  \nHe still looked human, and nobody seemed to notice his changes because he  \nlived off the main village roads.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now he wanted to pass on his gift. Young Rolanda hadn't been the first young  \nwoman to pass by, but the other was rather old and didn't scent tasty. She'd  \nquite likely have enjoyed what a young stud could do to revive her body, and  \nhe was enhanced with wolf power now.  \n  \nWith a shrug Wolfey set aside his personal life and let the little head have  \nits way. His lover Red was on her knees, yummy rump curved invitingly, breasts  \npressed into the cloak and hands cushioning her head. His heavy Wolfbody  \npressed her down.  \n  \nWolfey lifted his muzzle again and howled at the full moon. It wasn't a cry  \nof pain or despair, or hunger. OK, yeah, it was hunger, but not from his belly.  \nLower down, try to keep up, OK?  \n  \nWolfey howled in pure animal lust. The blood oozing from Red's many small  \nscrapes was making him horny, and her body warmth and scent added to his mind  \nfog. He ducked his head and took her neck in his open mouth, biting her roughly  \nand drawing blood.  \n  \n\\*  \n  \nSpeaking of blood his wolfmeat was throbbing too. Red was hot and ready from  \nhis licking and barely noticed the bite. She moaned in heat and shook, not to  \ndislodge her lover but to encourage him. She wanted him to take her virginity.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wolfey was no longer in a mental state to consider the suggestion. He pres-  \nsed roughly against Red's lower lips and forced himself inside her, biting  \nher shoulder to distract her from the pain.  \n  \nHis intruder broke her portcullis and made Red a woman. Engorged with his  \nlust it sank into her maiden passage, moist from his tongue and her readiness.  \nHe paused to let her body accept him and stroked her outside with his paws  \nas he gently stroked her inside with his stiffening organ.  \n  \nRed screamed loudly from the sudden pain, then fell to the cloak. He held  \nher through her pain and kept her on her knees. Soon it dawned on her that  \nshe was invaded, and her keep was filled quite delightfully. Her pain soon  \nbecame the strangest sort of pleasure.  \n  \nAs the hot Wolf stroked inside Red, forcing his baculum-enhanced wolfmeat  \ninto her and cruelly withdrawing, she understood the power of his lust. He  \nforced her forward and pulled her back, rocking the new woman on her knees  \nand making her forget the rest of the world.  \n  \nAll that was left to Rolanda was the exciting force of her wolf lover, his  \nhot breath on her neck and shoulder, and wave after wave of uncontrollable  \npleasure from her groin. It burst on her mind and flowed throughout her lust-  \ning body, taking her away on a rising tide.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\*  \n  \nIn the early morning when Red awoke, she was naked and alone. She hadn't  \nreally expected the beast to stay with her; it was enough he hadn't simply  \ntaken his pleasure from her, rolled over and snored.  \n  \nOkay, yea, he'd taken her, but he certainly gave her pleasure too. Actually  \nhe'd forced it on her, as he'd forced his lust... but Rolanda didn't really mind,  \nshe'd enjoyed her Wolfey's animal power. He pounced her and held her down,  \nlicked her sweaty body while he forced her heated flesh, used her roughly  \nand left her.  \n  \nHe'd scratched her naked voluptuous body, and he'd nibbled a lot, but he'd  \nmerely scraped her and lustily licked her blood, not bitten her. Not deeply  \nanyway, not enough to infect her with his saliva... she longed to kiss that  \nelongated snout of his, she wanted that long flat smooth pink tongue in her  \nmouth.  \n  \nIt had felt \\*so\\* good slipping wetly up her toes, feet, ankles. He was skilled  \nin conquering her; the reluctance from hearing Mom tell her to save it for a  \nhusband all those years, was knocked aside by Wolfey's patience. Last month  \nshe'd been afraid the Big Bad Wolf would eat her, and when in fact he did, it  \nwas... incredibly exciting.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; There was foreplay, despite his animal lust... maybe because he \\*was\\* a beast,  \nat least during those three nights, and not just pretending. Humans have all that  \nsapience nagging at them -- the local priest didn't know what he was warning  \nthe nubile young women about. He just read the book, and he probably molested  \nthe choirboys after service.  \n  \nHe'd never warned women that sex would feel \\*so\\* good! That they'd forget to  \nfight, forget their innocence. If it was a test of their faith, why was it so rigged for  \nthem to fail? Rolanda didn't believe that enjoying God's gift really \\*was\\* sinful.  \nAnd anyway, if the Devil was evil, he wouldn't punish humans, he'd reward them.  \n  \nRolanda lay nude and \\*very\\* satisfied on her blanket in the forest. She could  \nstill play Mom off against Gramma, and avoid pointed questions about where  \nshe'd spent the night, except for all the cuts and scrapes. Her wolf had been  \nrougher with her this full moon.  \n  \nEver since she'd discovered how much she enjoyed his roughness, and he'd  \nbeen willing to teach her, she'd been waiting for another tryst. Red had been  \nnaive, hadn't known that her nudity and his lustful eyes, his furry paws roaming  \nover her curves, his tongue stroking in such wonderful places -- all felt so good,  \nso \\*right\\*, so incredibly powerful.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red's morals had been corrupted, she had enjoyed even the pain...  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FurryShots","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/562130-penal-pleasures-1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/583283-randy-red.json"}}