# Red and the Wolf

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Fantasy, Human, M/F, Nudity, Rough, Tryst, Wolf, anthology

#3 of FurryShots

Different pic, different Red, different Wolf, different sex. More bestial.

 Red and Wolf - 2012-0412.2244  
(C) 2012 Kevin Foxboy, All Rights Reserved  
-- Inspired by slightly naughty pic of Wolf and Red, Facebook  
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"Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good.  
You're everything a Big Bad Wolf could want!"  
  
Young Rolanda was sneaking out of her flat to meet her lover. Her parents  
would never consent, partly because Rolanda was just seventeen and shouldn't  
be doing this sorta thing. But mostly because Rolanda was a young human and  
her lover was a powerful black wolf.  
  
Rolanda was also a rather lusty young woman. She'd met her lover only a  
few months ago when she was walking through the local woods with a basket  
of spiced sausage and stoned wheat crackers for her grandmother. Only it  
wasn't Granny who padded up silently to Rolanda.  
  
At the time she was out alone in the woods and because it was a full moon  
she could see quite a ways through the woods despite it being a rather warm  
summer night. In fact Rolanda had let her fiery hair down, letting it swing  
below her shoulders.  
  

  She'd seen the dark shadow moving under the moon. Perhaps Wolfey wasn't as  
careful as he could have been. Due to her hair and the lightweight cloak she  
usually wore on her night walks, Gramma had taken to calling her Red.  
  
This night was another full moon, and Red wanted to meet her wolf again.  
That first time had been rather scary, because the wolf was so big and furry,  
and he was used to wolf women.  
  
Red didn't have fur to protect her from his eagerness. In fact tonight she  
wasn't wearing much at all under her cloak, just a frilly nightgown over her  
bra and panties. The bra was just a strip of cloth that didn't need to sup-  
port her perky breasts, it just hugged her bust and she'd laced the front  
rather loosely.  
  
Her panties were cut quite high on her nicely-tanned thighs, showing a lot  
of skin. Her black fishnet stockings didn't really conceal her shape either,  
mostly because she knew her wolf liked her that way. The sturdy shoes held  
her legs taut at the calves. Also for her wolf.  
  
Red was still rather scared of the wild wolf. Despite the fact he'd licked  
her wanton body, giving the young woman thrill after thrill and shaking her  
mind with erotic pleasure, he'd also pounced on her and knocked her down.  
  

  And ripped the basket to shreds tearing it in his powerful jaws. He hadn't  
cared about Red's careful arrangement, just the sausage. The way he'd torn  
into it, gulping huge pieces and shredding it with his teeth (well, they  
\*were\* carnassials, made for tearing off chunks of flesh from, say, deer)  
had fascinated the girl.  
  
Wolfey had both terrified and thrilled Red with his animal power. She  
shivered despite the heat and looked around. Her red cloak swirled around  
her, caressing her curves and doing nothing to hide her shape.  
  
\*  
  
To be quite blunt, Red only knew the beast was a coal-black wolf. It was  
possible there were other black wolves in these woods, although melanism  
wasn't all that common. She'd seen enough of his rough fur in the three  
nights of full moon each month to see he wasn't quite like all the other  
wolves.  
  
Wolfey was waiting for his lover quietly. He'd come to this spot earlier,  
flattened the grass to make a nice big bed for the two of them, lain down  
on all four paws and waited.  
  
He didn't have long before her scent arrived, carried on the wind of her  
desire perhaps. Or maybe it was his own desire, it didn't seem to matter.  
He saw her walking steadily down the familiar path and let her pass him.  
Surely she noticed the small hillock he was hiding behind.  
  

  Her footsteps continued past him, and it was an effort to keep his big  
bushy tail from thumping on last autummn's dry leaves. He extended his  
left front paw carefully, but not enough, and as soon as he put weight  
on it he felt the curve of the dry stick on his pads.  
  
Crack! under his weight, and he froze. Red turned and saw the big shadow  
rise and stop. She turned and ran, and Wolfey burst from his hiding place,  
easily covering the last hundred feet between them and gaining steadily.  
  
To be honest, Wolfey enjoyed a good run through the woods. It would rather  
insult his skills if she just came to him. His four toes on each foot dug  
into the path as he flew towards his prey.  
  
He knew it was Red, so although his snout was open to let his long wolf  
tongue hang out, he wasn't going to hobble her by biting her calves. The hot  
wolf caught the fleeing woman and tackled her, letting his speed carry him  
up and over her.  
  
He let himself roll free and heard her giggle. Imagine a big tough wolf  
rolling end-over-end, just to be amusing. He ducked his head and let the  
roll continue, then sprang up before she could rise and ran past her,  
cutting off her retreat.  
  

  Wolf and human continued the game, although they both knew he was the  
hunter. Red rather enjoyed being hunted and darted away, as if she had  
a chance of escaping. Red didn't actually want to escape her lover.  
  
But he had thick fur and she only had the cloak, nightgown, bra, panties,  
stockings and shoes. In the rough woods, she tumbled with the wolf and loved  
his rough play. She loved him, and never noticed the scrapes and small cuts  
on her yummy flesh.  
  
Her hot wolf licked her body, and when he finally knocked her down and  
pounced, he walked around on her, jumped off, rolled around some more, and  
pounced again. He enjoyed her scent as she became aroused by his attention.  
  
And Wolfey was enjoying the exercise too. He noticed the red cloak flutter-  
ing loose, and chased it a few steps before jumping on it, like a house dog  
on a blanket. With a giggle Red came up behind him and placed a few stones  
on the corners, spreading the cloak out and lying down beside her wolf.  
  
\*  
  
She giggled because when Wolfey sprang up to pounce the cloak, she totally  
saw his wolf junk. Wolfey was quite well-sized, and Red wanted him at least  
as much as he wanted her.  
  

  And remember he'd eaten the sausage in her basket. Since wolves don't wear  
clothes, she saw his sausage, held from hanging forlornly down from his sexy  
furry groin by his lupine baculum.  
  
In case you didn't know, each canid (that's canines and vulpines) male gets  
a bone to hold his cock partly stiff. He pokes the female a bit to make her  
allow him entry. Unlike a human, he's not stiff yet, until he works himself  
deep.  
  
This wolf was definitely interested in Red, including her lower fur. He  
walked stiff-legged toward her, as if he was stalking his meal, and she was  
frightened by his animal lust. Or maybe it was her own feelings that fright-  
ened her.  
  
Red had no idea who her lover was during the daytime. Most of the village's  
studs leered at her, because her body was just that yummy. Maybe he was just  
a shy guy normally, and maybe he could change whenever he wanted to.  
  
There were those mysterious short footprints that appeared under her window  
every month for a few days. But some of them looked like animal prints and  
some like bootprints. It was hard to follow them because the animal and human  
prints overlapped.  
  

  Now this was definitely a wolf. Big, black and furry, and Red had learned  
to enjoy his four-legged interest. After rather a while of rolling around  
together (email me for details) Red managed to lose her shoes, and Wolfey  
sniffed them and carefully carried them back to the cloak.  
  
Sorta like bringing a prize to his lair. Wolfey padded back to Red and  
began nuzzling her thighs quite suggestively. Red was willing to take the  
suggestion as her hot wolf began hooking the stocking clips with his  
carnassials and pulling.  
  
Red giggled and rolled the black stocking down her yummy thigh. Wolfey  
got a good incisor grip and pulled backward, mindful of the soft flesh.  
Normally he'd bite and rip, but this was his lover so he just pulled her  
stocking off and ran with it in his mouth.  
  
He looked quite comical running with a woman's stocking as the full moon  
illuminated the forest clearing. After a short run around like a Roman tri-  
umph, Wolfey draped the stocking over the shoes next to the cloak.  
  
He made a rather gutteral sound, midway between a howl and a grunt. He  
slipped up behind Red, poked his long furry snout over her left shoulder,  
and nuzzled her breasts, licking them over and around until she had to moan  
in pleasure. Her wolf was paying a lot of attention to her dark circles,  
and her Twin Towers began to stiffen.  
  

  \*  
  
Wolfey slid down Red's increasingly bare flesh and poked her left thigh.  
She let him remove that stocking, run around a bit and take his prize back.  
He was making quite a scene of her disrobing, and Red wondered just how  
old this male was to be so proud of his rewards.  
  
Anyway, by this time Red had only the panties left on. Wolfey knew his  
snoutful of sharp teeth weren't made for finesse, so he just poked her  
growing moistness and Red made a teasing show of removing her panties.  
The wolf gently took them and padded off, his body clearly showing his  
interest in the moonlight.  
  
But instead of parading around and dropping the panties off, Wolfey made  
a show of prancing off and using all four paws to scrape at the earth! Then  
he dropped the panties and kicked the ground back. He looked exactly like  
a house dog burying a prized bone for later!  
  
When Wolfey padded back without the panties, Red became amused. What the  
heck would a furry wolf want with such a trophy? Now that her femininity was  
completely revealed to him, he padded up and began licking her, rather lewdly  
I must say.  
  

  I dunno why a wolf would be so interested in a human woman, but that's what  
he told me. Maybe it was the scent of her readiness to mate. He returned to  
her body and began licking up the toes on her left foot, up her arch and  
along the sides to her ankle.  
  
Then Wolfey turned his attention to Red's right foot and ankle. If this was  
his idea of foreplay Red was quite eager to learn about the main event. He  
licked her body with his warm wet lupine tongue and Red moaned helplessly  
as she lay completely nude and unrestrained.  
  
As Wolfey licked up her shins, calves and knees on his way around her thighs  
Red lay still and enjoyed. Only her heaving bosom betrayed her stillness as  
her lover's exquisite tongue-work excited her more and more. Her soft moaning  
became erratic with her breathing.  
  
Wolfey ignored her attempts to grip his ears and encourage his tour of her  
body. He was almost cruel in the way he drew out Red's lust, making her need  
him but denying her satisfaction. His baculum-enhanced wolfmeat slid up her  
body in a thin trail of lust.  
  

  Finally Wolfey reached Red's left thigh and licked her toward her center,  
making her moan loudly and lose control of her lust. She held his ears gently  
and guided his moist nose directly between her nether lips.  
  
Well that was fun I must say! Wolfey smiled carefully because of his sharp  
teeth while Red squirmed around, impaling herself on his wild animal snout  
and generally carrying on in a rather unladylike manner.  
  
\*  
  
He was big, and being bad, but sometines being bad is good, y'know? He  
certainly enjoyed stuffing his muzzle into Red, and making her moan and  
squirm, but he could only hold his breath a few short minutes and had to  
extract himself.  
  
Red was disappointed, so Wolfey took a few quick breaths and began licking  
her hood. It was rather red from all the exercise and Wolfey took advantage,  
licking her nub when it poked out and forcing what little remained of her  
mind to take a break.  
  
Wolfey was used to pure animal lust, and he roughly rolled the nude wench  
over so he could nibble her rump a little. Of course, he was the only one  
there with a tail, so she had nothing to lick out of the way.  
  

  Wolfey poked Red in a totally lewd way that would get you a rough overnight  
in your local bobby station. She moaned again and begged him to use his wolf  
sausage.  
  
Sigh, what's a guy to do? The wolfmeat was still mostly limp, but he had a  
good view of her moist sex, and he \*was\* a canid, so he walked around on her  
back, stood up on his hind paws and howled his lust to the full moon.  
  
Wolfey poked her knees, then mouthed her neck gently as his desires were  
made plain by his stiffening wolfmeat. Red saw his large balls hanging and  
got the message. She quickly rose to her knees, bent down a bit at the front  
and presented shamelessly.  
  
Well, he was a wolf, so what position would you expect?  
  
The Big Bad Wolf was obviously aroused, and so was Red. Her stiff nipples  
stroked along the ground, and even through the blanket the soft grass felt  
good. She folded her hands and rested her forehead on them, leaving her  
creamy rump quite invitingly exposed.  
  
He seemed to take quite a while looking at her puffy sex. He pranced away  
and stiff-legged back. His big black bushy tail swung and waved. What the  
frak was he waiting for?  
  

  Red felt his furry wrists sliding up her body and his pawpads stroking her  
heated flesh. As Wolfey got to her shoulders his entire weight was on her,  
forcing her down and pressing her knees deeply into the blanket. He was  
holding her in place, rather roughly for a lover.  
  
But I may not have mentioned that Red liked it rough, especially with her  
lover. She moaned hotly and wiggled her rump invitingly, but she moved away  
a bit until she felt his hot body on her back and his teeth near her throat.  
  
\*  
  
He was trying to be careful, aware she was just a human, but his lust made  
his big head increasingly fuzzy. The little one was waking up and demanding  
control, and he had a lovely sexy female on her knees.  
  
Wolfey slid his furry body all the way up the woman and forced her down with  
his weight. A month or two ago when they'd first met, his belly had been full  
of stag and he'd been more careful with her.  
  
Oh, he'd chased her a bit through the woods, pounced her and torn that  
basket open. He wasn't so full he could ignore the sausage. As a carnivore  
he hadn't cared for the crackers.  
  

  It'd been a test, of his relf-restraint and her terror. He'd jumped her and  
licked places that made her blush, and growled at her when she tried to push  
him away or escape.  
  
Then he'd stuffed his snout under her peasant dress and made her stop  
fighting him. He was a bit surprised anyone would be out alone in the woods  
at night. He was only there because he'd been bitten by another wolf the month  
before, while cutting firewood.  
  
Wolfey only had broken scaps of memory about that night. He'd awoken at  
first light the morning after, his clothes in tatters, his body bruised and  
torn, hurting in places he hadn't had to be aware of before.  
  
But not bloody. The first shock was he realised he'd been attacked, the  
second was he was still alive, the third ... he vaguely remembered being  
licked and the red devil eyes. He'd really enjoyed being licked, especially  
the places that didn't hurt.  
  
When his wounds healed, inhumanly quickly, he realised what had happened.  
He still looked human, and nobody seemed to notice his changes because he  
lived off the main village roads.  
  

  Now he wanted to pass on his gift. Young Rolanda hadn't been the first young  
woman to pass by, but the other was rather old and didn't scent tasty. She'd  
quite likely have enjoyed what a young stud could do to revive her body, and  
he was enhanced with wolf power now.  
  
With a shrug Wolfey set aside his personal life and let the little head have  
its way. His lover Red was on her knees, yummy rump curved invitingly, breasts  
pressed into the cloak and hands cushioning her head. His heavy Wolfbody  
pressed her down.  
  
Wolfey lifted his muzzle again and howled at the full moon. It wasn't a cry  
of pain or despair, or hunger. OK, yeah, it was hunger, but not from his belly.  
Lower down, try to keep up, OK?  
  
Wolfey howled in pure animal lust. The blood oozing from Red's many small  
scrapes was making him horny, and her body warmth and scent added to his mind  
fog. He ducked his head and took her neck in his open mouth, biting her roughly  
and drawing blood.  
  
\*  
  
Speaking of blood his wolfmeat was throbbing too. Red was hot and ready from  
his licking and barely noticed the bite. She moaned in heat and shook, not to  
dislodge her lover but to encourage him. She wanted him to take her virginity.  
  

  Wolfey was no longer in a mental state to consider the suggestion. He pres-  
sed roughly against Red's lower lips and forced himself inside her, biting  
her shoulder to distract her from the pain.  
  
His intruder broke her portcullis and made Red a woman. Engorged with his  
lust it sank into her maiden passage, moist from his tongue and her readiness.  
He paused to let her body accept him and stroked her outside with his paws  
as he gently stroked her inside with his stiffening organ.  
  
Red screamed loudly from the sudden pain, then fell to the cloak. He held  
her through her pain and kept her on her knees. Soon it dawned on her that  
she was invaded, and her keep was filled quite delightfully. Her pain soon  
became the strangest sort of pleasure.  
  
As the hot Wolf stroked inside Red, forcing his baculum-enhanced wolfmeat  
into her and cruelly withdrawing, she understood the power of his lust. He  
forced her forward and pulled her back, rocking the new woman on her knees  
and making her forget the rest of the world.  
  
All that was left to Rolanda was the exciting force of her wolf lover, his  
hot breath on her neck and shoulder, and wave after wave of uncontrollable  
pleasure from her groin. It burst on her mind and flowed throughout her lust-  
ing body, taking her away on a rising tide.  
  

  \*  
  
In the early morning when Red awoke, she was naked and alone. She hadn't  
really expected the beast to stay with her; it was enough he hadn't simply  
taken his pleasure from her, rolled over and snored.  
  
Okay, yea, he'd taken her, but he certainly gave her pleasure too. Actually  
he'd forced it on her, as he'd forced his lust... but Rolanda didn't really mind,  
she'd enjoyed her Wolfey's animal power. He pounced her and held her down,  
licked her sweaty body while he forced her heated flesh, used her roughly  
and left her.  
  
He'd scratched her naked voluptuous body, and he'd nibbled a lot, but he'd  
merely scraped her and lustily licked her blood, not bitten her. Not deeply  
anyway, not enough to infect her with his saliva... she longed to kiss that  
elongated snout of his, she wanted that long flat smooth pink tongue in her  
mouth.  
  
It had felt \*so\* good slipping wetly up her toes, feet, ankles. He was skilled  
in conquering her; the reluctance from hearing Mom tell her to save it for a  
husband all those years, was knocked aside by Wolfey's patience. Last month  
she'd been afraid the Big Bad Wolf would eat her, and when in fact he did, it  
was... incredibly exciting.  
  

  There was foreplay, despite his animal lust... maybe because he \*was\* a beast,  
at least during those three nights, and not just pretending. Humans have all that  
sapience nagging at them -- the local priest didn't know what he was warning  
the nubile young women about. He just read the book, and he probably molested  
the choirboys after service.  
  
He'd never warned women that sex would feel \*so\* good! That they'd forget to  
fight, forget their innocence. If it was a test of their faith, why was it so rigged for  
them to fail? Rolanda didn't believe that enjoying God's gift really \*was\* sinful.  
And anyway, if the Devil was evil, he wouldn't punish humans, he'd reward them.  
  
Rolanda lay nude and \*very\* satisfied on her blanket in the forest. She could  
still play Mom off against Gramma, and avoid pointed questions about where  
she'd spent the night, except for all the cuts and scrapes. Her wolf had been  
rougher with her this full moon.  
  
Ever since she'd discovered how much she enjoyed his roughness, and he'd  
been willing to teach her, she'd been waiting for another tryst. Red had been  
naive, hadn't known that her nudity and his lustful eyes, his furry paws roaming  
over her curves, his tongue stroking in such wonderful places -- all felt so good,  
so \*right\*, so incredibly powerful.  
  

  Red's morals had been corrupted, she had enjoyed even the pain...

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