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The Big Bad Wolf was aware of his leave-taking. It was an odd feeling, and for just a moment he felt a moment's sorrow at leaving his home. But it passed as a new story appeared before his eyes. He could see a small cottage, with white stone walls and a roof made of hay. The house seemed to be in the middle of a forest, and he seemed to be heading into that forest. His transparent body hurtled through the trees, though the wolf quickly found that they couldn't touch him.

He touched down at the edge of the wood, still transparent, and watched as the story unfolded. The narrator's voice could be heard, telling the story. According to the title and the narrator, the story was called ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears'. As he watched and listened, a trio of bears, dressed up in the simple clothes that humans wore, left the house to go for a walk, to let their porridge set. A few minutes after they left, a little blond human girl came down a separate path and, with not even a courtesy knock, went right into the bears' house.

The narrator told of the child's actions once she got inside. She ate the bears' porridge, sat in their chairs (and broke one), then went upstairs to sleep. Only a few minutes after that, the bears returned home, only to find their home in relative shambles. He could hear their complaints about their porridge and chairs, and about the beds. They chased the girl out of the house, and the girl, presumably Goldilocks, ran away screaming.

The scene froze. The end of the story. Only the wolf moved.

The wolf thought about this for a moment. Since it was a story, someone would have to read it. And once it reached the end, that was it...Or was it? What if someone read the story again?

With an evil smirk on his face, he reread the opening line of the story. And the story restarted. The birds chirped, the clouds moved, and the bears could be heard puttering about in the house. This time, the wolf set down the book and waited, his body fading into view as he became a part of the story. There went the three bears. In went Goldilocks. And now the bears came back. But as they went down the path, they had no notion that a new character had entered the beloved children's tale. And he intended to make his mark in it.

Papa Bear was in front, leading the way for his wife and child, a smile on his lips. Which changed to a look of horror as a massive black wolf leapt out of the forest. He threw up his paws to defend himself, but only succeeded in catching the wolf. Victory for the wolf came an instant later, when he lunged forward and bit into the bear's throat. Blood spurted from the wound as Papa Bear sank slowly to his knees, his lifeblood spurting from his torn neck. Mama Bear screamed and grabbed her child, then ran as fast as she could to the cottage.

The Big Bad Wolf didn't care. The bear beneath him was more than enough. The bear's struggles slowed down, then stopped. Papa Bear's eyes rolled back in his head, and he gave a last breath. He was dead. With infinite satisfaction for his empty belly, the wolf dug into the dead bear, tearing meat from bone and devouring as much as he could. Blood coated his muzzle as he ate his fill. Finally, his belly distended and he was full. And thus the Big Bad Wolf truly experienced eating for the first time.

As he climbed off the corpse and stretched, he noticed something new. A part of his body that had never made much sense now seemed to yearn for attention. He knew what it was: his penis. And he knew what it was supposed to be used for. But he'd never had occasion to use it for its purpose. His eyes wandered over to the cottage. And he knew then...He knew a place where he could experience the true usage of that part.

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The Big Bad Wolf could hear the narrator describing the characters inside the cottage. Mama Bear sat against the front door, a knife in her hand, while Baby Bear and Goldilocks (who had revealed herself when the bears returned home in a panic) hid in the cupboard, huddled together in fear. The wolf licked his chops and planned his course of action.

He picked up a stone and ran around to the side of the house. With a strong throw, the wolf pitched the stone through a window in the upstairs. He heard the narrator describe the sound of shattering glass, and Mama Bear's decision to go look. With a wicked grin, the wolf slipped around to the front, entered silently, and hid in the broom closet, waiting. After a few minutes, Mama Bear came downstairs, knife held loosely in one hand. With a sigh that was part relief and part sadness, she set the knife down on the table.

The narrator explained Mama Bear's intention of telling the children the coast was clear, and that was when the wolf struck. He opened the door quickly and slipped out silently. Just as Mama Bear opened her mouth to speak, the wolf's teeth latched onto the scruff of her neck. Immediately, she went limp in his jaws and slipped to the floor. With a great heave, the wolf turned the mother bear over, a triumphant grin plastered on his face as he saw the fear in her eyes. With one hand, he used his claws to slash away the bear's dress, leaving her exposed to the world.

"No..." she whispered, trying to struggle.

"Yes," replied the wolf, lining up his aching tool with the bear's furry mound.

"NO!" she screamed as he thrust into her the first time.

"YES!" shouted the wolf, burying his dick deep inside her. He held still over her, savoring the feeling of penetrating a female for the first time. He had to have more. He leaned forward and laid his teeth to Mama Bear's throat, holding her still as he began to thrust. Mama Bear could only sob as the wolf violated her in a way she had never experienced. The story never spoke of husband and wife ‘marital relations' or of the baby's birth, so therefor the bear was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin. She whimpered as the wolf pounded into her, driving his leaking prick into her deeper and deeper, again and again. But she could feel his thrusts becoming erratic. He was close; she knew this instinctively. Hope soared in her, hope that when he finished he would leave in peace. But that hope was dashed as the wolf's jaws began to close, choking the bear as something big pressed against her lower lips. With a strangled cry and not a few tears, the bear succumbed to lack of blood flow to her brain as the wolf's knot passed into her and ballooned, locking them together. The wolf let go of her throat and howled as he came, his cock twitching as it sprayed his seed deep into the now-unresisting womb of the KO'd bear.

The Big Bad Wolf lay atop the unconscious bear, panting softly and lapping at her throat. He continued to pump his hips a little, forcing more seed from his length and into the bear. It took only a minute for his knot to deflate enough for him to pull out, but when he did so, he saw it was still hard.

He sighed, making ready to enter the bear again, when he heard the narrator once again. This time he was describing the fearful children in the cupboard. With an evil laugh, the wolf made his way to the children's cupboard...

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"NO!" screamed Goldilocks, her blond tresses waving in the air as she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her. The moment the cupboard door had been opened, she had run, abandoning Baby Bear to the hungry wolf. But given a choice between still prey and moving prey, a wolf will take the moving prey most of the time. After closing the cupboard again, the wolf took off after the human girl. The sight of prey running in fear whet his appetite, yet he kept his pace leisurely, listening to the narrator as he described the girl's fear of the wolf, and how terrified she was of ending up like Mama Bear. This, of course, made the wolf want her to end up like Mama Bear.

She dodged through trees, doubled back, passed through a stream, performed all kinds of avoidance tricks in the hopes of evading the wolf, but it was no use. The narrator described flawlessly each trick she tried, and the wolf found her each and every time. Finally, she cut through the trees, intent on taking the path home...

Trip!

Goldilocks tripped on something as she made it onto the path. She rolled head-over-heels before landing on her side, eyes fixed on the tattered remains of Papa Bear. Her resolve crumbled. Resignation filled her. She knew she was going to die, and resigned herself to fate. She heard the wolf approach, heard his heavy panting, and felt his fur against her bare arm as he slid over top of her. She sobbed softly as the wolf's lolling tongue dribbled saliva on her face, and his teeth just barely grazed her neck, before he pulled back and rolled her onto her stomach.

The wolf was a little disappointed that his prey had given up, but it was no deterrent. The chase had renewed his urge to mate, and mate her he would. His claws raked down her back, shredding her little dress and undergarments. Little scratch lines appeared on her back, each an angry red color, but no blood came forth. With a huff of laughter, the wolf slid his body over hers once more, and thrust forward, intent on filling the helpless creature. His hardened length slid against her little lips, but their resistance to his thrust forced it higher, and, with a pup-like yip, he slid his burning hot pole into her...other...hole. Goldilocks screamed in pain as she was forced wide, having never used that hole before. She struggled, small hands scrabbling at the ground, trying to get away from the awful wolf.

For a moment, it seemed to her that she might get away, for the wolf's meat seemed to be pulling out. Tears of hope streamed down her face as she continued to try and crawl away. Right until the wolf's jaws pinched her throat. The blond girl froze immediately, instinct telling her not to move. Her hopes dashed, she sobbed softly as the once-retreating member hilted itself in her again. Then withdrew. And stabbed into her guts again. Blood and wolf precum ran in rivulets ran down from her torn anus, winding down her legs and pooling on the ground. Spit foamed around Goldilocks' clenched teeth, while tears streamed down her face. And worse yet, there was something large battering her abused hole, something that seemed to want inside. If her butt hurt this much with the one big thing inside, how much worse would it be with an even bigger thing inside?

As the Big Bad Wolf prepared to give one last shove and force his knot into her, Goldilocks reached back a hand, trying to grab the wolf's thing to keep it out. His length slid between her fingers, burying deep inside her, but the bigger thing came to rest against her fingers. Her fingers immediately closed on it, squeezing it as tight as she could, trying to keep it out of her. The wolf tugged several times, almost pulling his knot from her grasp, before it ballooned and he howled, unleashing a torrent of seed into the ten-year-old guts while the girl screamed herself hoarse. His grip tightened on the back of Goldilocks' neck, but though it broke the skin, adding more blood to the mix, the wolf went no further, content to thrust his hips every now again to coax out another burst.

When finally he was through, the wolf released the child's neck and withdrew from her completely. Blood and cum poured out of the child's gaping ass while he watched. He circled around to the front of the girl and looked into her wide, staring eyes. She shivered as he looked. With his trademark grin, he leaned forward next to the girl's ear.

"Stay," he whispered, then went to retrieve the book, wondering if he could bring Mama Bear with him, to keep as his personal sex toy. Just before he laid hands on the book, he heard a cry.

"MAMA~!" the voice shouted. This was followed by wailing and sobbing.

The wolf had forgotten Baby Bear. After all that exercise, he was feeling a little hungry. But at the same time, thinking of Mama Bear being his slave had made his erection sprout again. Perhaps he would eat Baby Bear, then sate himself on Goldilocks again. And this time, he would get the right hole. Decided, he went for the house again, book in hand.

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Baby Bear shook her mama, trying to wake her up. She was terrified that the wolf might come back, and she had heard Goldilocks' screams coming from the forest. She was still shaking her mama when the wolf returned, invisible because of the book. Licking his chops in hunger, he prepared to eat the little one.

Eat Baby Bear, fuck Goldilocks, grab Mama Bear, go home. That was the plan.

Until Baby Bear bent over, revealing a lack of underclothes beneath her little dress. Her undeveloped little lips and tailhole were exposed to the wolf's lustful gaze, and he suddenly decided he didn't want to eat Baby Bear anymore.

With a wicked grin, he slapped the book down on the table, becoming visible once more. The slamming noise the book made caused Baby Bear to jump in fright, and she cowered in a corner when the wolf appeared.

"S-stay away!" she cried, her heart pounding. The narrator described her fear to the wolf, and he began to salivate. He moved closer and closer, until there was barely a foot of distance between him and the four-year-old.

"Hello, little Baby Bear," said the wolf, panting softly in need. The little bear said nothing as she tried to sink further into the corner. The wolf snarled, flashing his teeth. Baby Bear gasped. "It isn't polite to ignore someone when they're talking to you, Baby Bear," he said, running his tongue of his teeth.

"H-hello," said the bear, stuttering in fright. Her heart hammered in her chest as the larger predator revealed his teeth.

"You're frightened of me, aren't you?" Baby Bear shook her head. The wolf growled. "It's not polite to lie. Tell the truth. Are you frightened of me?"

"Y-yes," replied Baby Bear.

The wolf smiled an evil smile. "Good. You should be. I came in here to eat you." A trickling sound could be heard, and the wolf smelled fresh urine as Baby Bear wet herself in terror. The wolf continued. "I was going to, but I changed my mind. If you do everything I say, I'll let you live. And your mama and Goldilocks too. How does that sound?"

Baby Bear hesitated. "M-my papa too?" she asked hopefully.

The wolf shook his head. "Your papa became my dinner, and if you don't do as I say, you and Goldilocks will be too."

Baby Bear bit her lip, shaking like a leaf. "A-alright," she said, a feeling of foreboding descending on her.

The wolf grinned. "Good." He tore a rag from what has left of Mama Bear's dress and handed it to Baby Bear. "Dry yourself off," he ordered. He felt a measure of satisfaction as the little bear rubbed the rag over her little cleft. "That's a good girl," whispered the wolf. Despite herself, Baby Bear felt happy she had been praised.

"Now," continued the wolf, "I want you to go upstairs, take off all your clothes, and get on your papa's bed. Go." Baby Bear slid out from the corner, warily keeping her eyes on the wolf just in case he changed his mind again, before scampering off up the stairs.

The wolf chuckled darkly and, after retrieving the book and becoming invisible once more, followed after the little bear, curious as to what she would do.

Once in the bedroom, the Big Bad Wolf could see that Baby Bear was doing exactly as he ordered. She removed her socks and dress, the latter of which she folded neatly and set on her bed, then climbed up on Papa Bear's big bed. Unlike her own, which was just right, or her mama's, which was way too soft, Papa Bear's bed was extremely firm with very little give in it. She was uncomfortable on it, but to save her mama she would endure.

Or at least, that's what the narrator explained to the wolf. The wolf went to the bedside table and set the storybook down upon it, rendering himself visible. Baby Bear released a squeak of fear before scooting a little ways away. The wolf looked down at her approvingly before climbing onto the bed himself. He reached out a hand and gently patted Baby Bear on the head. "Good girl," he whispered. It pleased him to no end when the little child rubbed her head against his hand, enjoying the feel. When the wolf withdrew his hand, Baby Bear looked sad to see it go.

An idea sparked in his head. Maybe later he could...

Bah, it could wait.

"Come here, Baby Bear," ordered the wolf, softly but sternly. Baby Bear immediately complied, hoping he would pat her head again. Instead, the wolf gave her another command. "Get on your hands and knees, and face away from me." Unsure of why he wanted her to do it, she nevertheless did so, her rump exposed as the wolf looked on. With a grin, he slid his body over top of hers, then, having learned from his encounter with Goldilocks, used a hand to guide his shaft between her undeveloped lips.

Baby Bear, unused to having such a hot thing, or indeed anything, touch her private place, struggled a little. But the wolf's hands locked onto her waist, preventing her escape. With a satisfied groan, the wolf began rocking his hips against Baby Bear's, trying to push his shaft into her depths. But try as he might, he couldn't even get the head in. Frustrated, he leaned down next to Baby Bear's ear.

"Relax," he whispered.

"I can't," replied Baby Bear with a dry sob, feeling the wolf starting to stretch her. She was terrified, both of whatever the wolf was trying to put in her, and of disappointing him by not letting him put it in. She was about to ask him what it was when the wolf's jaws clamped down on her scruff. She cried out in pain and tightened further.

Internally, the wolf cursed. He had to pick the one creature in the story who didn't relax when her scruff was bitten. Even Goldilocks had, to some extent. With a colorful epithet, the wolf drew his hips back, removing his dick from between Baby Bear's still unused lips.

Baby Bear, thinking the wolf was finished, tried to move away, only to squeal when the wolf pulled her back in again. This time, the wolf's hot thing was touching her tailhole. Thinking maybe he just wanted to look at it, she leaned forward, raising her tail. The wolf, inordinately pleased at the invitation, patted Baby Bear's head again, then, after repositioning himself, began pushing into the little tailstar. Baby Bear opened her mouth to shriek, only to find one of the wolf's fingers occupying it, while the rest wrapped around her muzzle, keeping her quiet. Unable to do anything, she suckled on his finger in an attempt to ease the pain.

The wolf, eager to christen this child with his seed, gave a violent thrust, thinking to get the ordeal of first penetration over quickly. His entire length right up to his knot slid into her. Baby Bear sucked harder on his finger, tears falling from her eyes as she tried not to bite down on the only thing keeping her from screaming. But it hurt! The wolf's hot thing hurt her! It was inside her and it hurt! Her muscles clamped down instinctively. Behind her, the wolf let out a yelp of pain as the bear child's anus tightened drastically, almost cutting off the circulation to his dick. Thinking quickly, and knowing if he tried to just pull out, he'd probably turn the little bear inside out, took both paws and spread her little ass cheeks wide. Then, without a second of hesitation, the wolf spat on his length, right where it disappeared inside her.

"Hold your cheeks open," commanded the wolf. The sniffling bear complied, a blush coloring her cheeks when the wolf's now-free hands began rubbing around her tailhole. Then, making a ring with two fingers, the wolf pushed forwards with the ringed hand while pulling back with his hips. Slowly but surely his throbbing length was drawn out of the child, the head coming out with a pop. Both wolf and bear gave a sigh, the wolf in relief because he could feel his dick again, the bear in disappointment because, though it had hurt like the dickens, it strangely had also felt...good.

The wolf sat back on his heels with a frown. Baby Bear turned to face him, and came face to face with the wolf's 'hot thing'. She was awed by it, both by the fact that it was there and by the shape of it. The wolf could see the bear's fascination with his penis and he grinned, this time a genuine 'I'm happy' type grin. "Would you like to touch it?" he asked. Baby Bear nodded. "Then go ahead."

Slowly, carefully, in case it tried to bite her, Baby Bear reached out a hand and grasped the wolf's cock. The wolf suppressed a moan as the bear examined it. She moved it this way and that, wondering at its purpose.

The wolf gazed at his hand thoughtfully, but most especially at the finger with the matted fur. Baby Bear had sucked on it...it had almost felt like Mama Bear's vagina...perhaps...

He pulled Baby Bear's hands away from his dick, then, seeing she thought she had done wrong, reached out a hand and rubbed her ears. She cooed in pleasure from the simple touch.

"I'm almost done with you, little one," said the wolf, surprised at the fondness in his own voice. He would miss this little one. Baby Bear too looked a little disappointed. "Before I go, though, there is one more hole for my 'hot thing' to go into. If you let me, I'll let you have anything you want." Knowing that, since she was a storybook character, she didn't know anything outside her book, and he was sure he could find whatever she wanted lying around the forest.

"Anything?" she asked hopefully, ideas flitting around in her head. The narrator described several, including a few dirty ones that made his cock twitch.

"Anything," he confirmed. "Would you like that?" She nodded eagerly. "Good. Then take this into your muzzle," he ordered, pointing to his dick. Baby Bear, without even a moment's hesitation, moved up to him and slid her muzzle over his meat. The wolf moaned as the little bear's soaking maw engulfed his rod, and her tongue, oh that exquisite tongue, slid along the underside. With a huff, the wolf mumbled, "Now, suckle on it like you did my finger."

Baby Bear obliged him, her muzzle becoming like a vacuum. The wolf placed both hands on the back of Baby Bear's head, and it took a supreme effort to keep from humping her face. Panting heavily, the wolf gave another command. "Use your t-tongue," he panted, trying to keep from releasing. The effort became more difficult when Baby Bear complied, her tongue lashing all along his dick, letting him feel all her little taste buds.

It was no hardship for Baby Bear to suck the wolf's dick. She found that the hot pole tasted delicious, and was leaking something, which tasted even better.

'Will more come out if I keep sucking this thing?' she wondered. Hoping this was the case, she redoubled her efforts.

The wolf, experiencing oral for the first time, could not resist bucking against the cub's mouth. However, a few thrusts later the wolf realized he was losing control. Baby Bear controlled the situation, and he was going along with that. He wouldn't stand for it. He was an alpha wolf, and he would take what he wanted.

"Baby Bear," he said imperiously, iron will keeping him from revealing his nearing orgasm. The cub stopped immediately, glancing up at the wolf with his dick still deep in her mouth. "With both your hands, grab this ball," he commanded, pointing at his knot. Baby Bear obliged, wrapping both hands around his knot. "Now squeeze." She did so. The wolf panted, then gave another order. "Now continue sucking." And immediately the vacuum returned, the glorious tongue continuing to torment his length. But he was in control now. He rose up off his heels and thrust into Baby Bear's mouth, his cock slipping down her throat.

Baby Bear's eyes widened as she struggled to pull back a little, but the wolf did not let her up until he was ready. He drew back, giving Baby Bear a bit of relief, then slid back in again, going a little further this time. It took a few more thrusts before Baby Bear got used to the rod going into her throat. When she was ready, she resumed her sucking, this time accompanied by the wolf's thrusts

It didn't take long after that. Two dozen more thrusts, give or take, and the wolf was ready to release. With one last, great shove, he forced all his member into her mouth, the cub's muzzle opening wide as more than half his length slid down her throat. Baby Bear struggled, gagging.

"Swallow, little one," ordered the wolf. "If you don't swallow, I won't let up."

Tears falling, Baby Bear began swallowing the wolf's dick, her vision starting to blur from lack of air. The little bear's swallowing was all it took. With a loud howl, the wolf reached release, his cock twitching in his young lover's throat, before finally releasing his seed. When he was sure the first jet of wolf sperm had gone down her throat, he drew back, leaving only the head between her lips.

Still teary-eyed from her near-suffocation and still swallowing like the wolf ordered, Baby Bear soon realized she had received what had been hidden within the hot thing. And whatever was coming out was more than she had gotten before, and tasted even better. She continued sucking and swallowing like a seasoned whore, taking his little soldiers into her belly. She'd only had a single spoonful of porridge all day, and she ravenously devoured the wolf's cum as if it were juuuuuust right.

It took ten minutes for the flow to taper off, and when it finally stopped coming, Baby Bear slid her muzzle off the wolf's spear with a loud pop. She licked her lips and swallowed a few more times. The Big Bad Wolf looked on in awe. During this day, he had experienced sex three times, but this was the first with a (mostly) willing partner. Though his balls ached from the intensity of his orgasm, he felt energized, as though he had found something wonderful. And now he had a deal to pay up on.

"So, little one," began the wolf. Baby Bear instantly turned her attention to him. "I promised I would give you anything you want if you let me use your muzzle. You let me use your muzzle, so what can I give you?"

Baby Bear looked up at the wolf with an awestruck expression. She hadn't really expected the wolf to give her whatever she wanted, but as she eyed his slowly retreating member, she settled on what she wished.

"I want to have your hot thing whenever I want,' she declared.

The wolf was taken aback, yet oddly pleased by her declaration. He grinned. "Alright then, little one. If you want my 'hot thing', you can use it whenever you like, but what if I leave?"

"You're leaving?" she asked sadly. The wolf nodded.

"If you promise to do whatever I say, whenever I say it, I would be more than happy to bring you with."

"Really?!"

"Really."

"Yay!" Baby Bear cried out happily, throwing herself on the wold, hugging his midsection.

"I'm leaving right now, though, so if there's anything you need, get it now." She nuzzled into his chest, giving him all the answer he needed.

With one hand he groped from the table, found the storybook, and flipped the pages over to his own story.

"Hold on tight, little one," said the wolf, wrapping one arm around her. Baby Bear's grip tightened and the wolf began reading his story. The wolf quickly faded away. Baby Bear, after a little bit longer faded as well, following the wolf from her story into his.

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In the real world, the 'narrator' looked into his book of children's stories and rhymes, and glanced at the newly changed words and title of "Goldilocks and the Three Bears". He then flipped over to "Little Red Riding Hood", and quickly scanned the story. It was much longer than before, and getting longer by the second. The narrator grinned. The experiment was a success.

To Be Continued...