A Walk in the Woods

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#2 of Twisted Tales

This is the way my mind works. I am doing other things, and something like this pops into it, demanding attention. I wrote this just now, in a hour's time. I've written bits like this in the past and have normally deleted them. Writing them down is the only way of getting them out of my head. As for the content, I blame it on editing out the Unexpected Summer chapters. Those stories are a bad influence! On the other hand, this is by far the shortest story I have ever written.


                Her

mother looked at her proudly. "You're growing up fast! Still, I think it's a

bad idea for you to go to your grandmother's alone. The forest is a dangerous

place and especially so for a young girl such as yourself."                She was

right of course. Mothers always were. The forest was a hotly contested area.

The humans made it as if it were their very own, and the wolves held to the

rule of first claim. Both species were stubborn and so there was much friction

between them. Violence was known to break out at the drop of a hat. Sometimes a

hat was unneeded.                "I'll

be fine mother! May I wear the cape she made for me? She will be so thrilled to

see it on me!"                "Yes

dear, I will send you with it on. It will bring tears of happiness to her eyes."                So it

was that the youngster set off on her perilous journey. In the crook of her arm

was a basket of gifts for her grandmother. She knew the way, for she had gone

with her parents on several occasions. It was over the hill, then through the

woods. It was dark, but as a group, there was less of a chance in getting

attacked. On the other hand, one small female might just make it unnoticed by

the evils lurking in the woods.                She

kept to the lighted path, knowing that it both exposed her to being seen and at

the same time illuminating any dangers that might be lurking. She made good

time, though she did keep her eyes and ears open to pitfalls and dangers.                 The

birds were busy singing, the bees were buzzing, butterflies flew overhead, and

all was good in the forest. Here and there frogs croaked and peeped, snails crawled

silently along the ground, and even the crickets chirped happy little songs.

The flowers soon proved to be a distraction, in their myriad of colors and

forms. What child wouldn't fall for such a lovely display of beauty?                Thus

distracted, she never noticed that she was being watched. The woods had eyes,

and those they belonged to were often up to no good. Being distracted was a

poor excuse for ignoring your personal safety.                 The

attack came without warning. It was simple and decisive. One moment she was

happily frolicking in the meadow and the next her cape was over her head and

the ties knotted tightly around her neck. She could breath but she couldn't see.

She tried to scream, put the cords were pulled tighter.                "Cry if

you must, but I have no qualms about strangling you were you are."                She cut

short her call for help. Whoever this was, they meant business.                "That's

better. You know, you go through these woods like you own them. I think that's

rather bold, don't you?"                She

gulped and said nothing.                "Good

answer! Now, what shall I do with you? I have killed your kind before; it's

easy really. I could kill you too. Then I could be on my way. Should I kill

you?"                She

gulped again. "No." Her voice was small and quiet.                "No?

Then what should I do with you? I could eat you; meat isn't so plentiful that I

would pass up even a morsel such as yourself. But I guess that would require

killing you first. You seem to have something against that."                She

whimpered but said nothing.                "Hmmm.

You are a quiet one, aren't you? I like that. In fact, I can say that I like

you well enough that I'm going to do you a favor."                "You

are?" she asked incredulously.                "Why

sure! I mean, I am hungry," and she heard his stomach growl, "but I'm not

totally unfeeling. I don't suppose you've ever done me or my kind any harm. So

I should extend you a favor. You see, there is a decree that whenever I find

one of your kind, I am by law expected to kill it. I do my best to avoid

confrontation, but I have had my share of run-ins. I have opened jugulars and gashed

open bellies. But you, you're different. Still, I can't seem to find it in my

heart to just let you go."                She

waited. It seemed as though he was thinking. She started to squirm, hoping to

get loose. She felt a smack on the back of her head. "Hold still!"                When he

moved again, she again sought to scramble away. She was shoved to the ground and

held in place. His weight returned, but in a different way. She was young, but it

didn't take long for her to figure out his plan. She tried crying for help one

more. The cords tightened until she passed out.                 When

she came to, he was still on top. "Oh, have we decided to wake up? That's good!

I didn't want to get started without you!"                She

could feel something pressing against her private spot. She knew all about what

it was there for, but until this day had never considered having sex. Now she

was going to be inducted by someone she couldn't see. She was going to be raped

by one of the wrong species!                He

pushed, painfully pressing her onto the ground. She had seen a cock before, but

only her brother's. This one felt like a cow bone. It was hard and thick. And

to make matters worse, he was forcing it inside her. She tried struggling

again, but to no avail.                 It felt

like it was tearing her up. Finally, he could force it in no more. He let out a

sigh."God you're tight!  I guess I've been missing some great

opportunities. This is going to make me rethink what I do with my free time.

Killing is all well and good, but fucking is better!"He held her down for what seemed

like an eternity. She could feel his heat inside her, his manhood churning away

at her tender insides. He would push in hard and she could feel her body

stretch under his attack. Her hips felt like they were being splayed into a new

configuration, and she wondered, if she survived, whether she would ever walk

properly again.The sweet smell of crushed flowers

contrasted with the sharpness of her pain. It was as if he would never finish

torturing her. Her toes curled as her hands and feet dug into the soft loam.

Her cape was going to be ruined. That seemed to bother her more than anything else.

Somehow, she knew she was going to die when it was all over.When he finished, she though he was

going to tear her apart. He went mad, grinding into her with savage force. She could

feel the heat inside her rise, and his meat convulse and spill forth hot  fluid. He fell on top of her, panting hot

breath on the back of her neck.After a while, he pulled out,

grunted something and stood. "That was the best fuck I've ever

had. All this time and it never occurred to me. I'll need to be on the lookout

from now on. Who would ever have thought a wolf would be so much fun?"The woodsman tightened the belt on

his pants, grabbed his axe and walked away.