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Far from the great cities of the world lay the small village Wolfwind. A peaceful little place nestled in the Dark Wood Forest of the Arch Back mountain range, surrounded by enough woods, hollows, and streams to make it a postcard fairy tale village. Though the village gave off this magical feeling, which they heavily marketed to the tourists, it was just an ordinary little village in the mountains. It was mostly ordinary folks, a few anthro families here and there, and a small elf commune that worshiped the forest. A very unassuming place with very unassuming people.

Though one person did stand out a little more than the rest, young Robin. She was a beautiful blonde sixteen year old girl that was born and raised in the village, and was completely obsessed with its magical appearance. Even as a child she loved all the classic fairy tales and would dream of living any one of them out. And with her hometown being all but plucked from a Mother Goose storybook itself, her sweet and innocent love turned into an unhealthy lust. Robin would often dress as characters from any fairy tale she could find, and slowly pervert them as she acted the characters out. In one case she dressed as Cinderella and went around cleaning random places, all the while muttering “I must make it clean” and “This is my place” in a very slutty tone. Or another time when she dressed up as Princess Peach and wandered around hoping “NOT” to get kidnapped by Bowser, well blushing. Though during the final week of that she started saying Bowsette in a very slutty way.

Regardless of her overt flaunting of her sexual fantasies to the whole village, Robin became an unofficial spokesman for the Wolfwind, a kind of tourist attraction in her own right. Countless people of all species would come to see her, and loved her many different very erotic telling of famous tales. This didn't always sit well with her mother, having all those slutty women and horny anthros ogle her like a peace of meet as she read such lecherous stories. Though that didn't discourage Robin much from doing it, and even less so after her mother ended up in a tourist's belly last summer. That whole incident showed the village that Robin got her sluttiness from her mother's side of the family, clearly demonstrated by how her mother so willingly and shamelessly begged her predator to eat her, and how loud she moaned as she digested in his furry belly.

But now with the only one that could keep her more slutty desires in check gone, and the way in which she went still somewhat on her mind, Robin went full bore with her latest sexy costume and persona. First dying her hair a deep ruby red, to help highlight her rosy and full lips. Next came the the costume itself, made up of a very short skirt in a somewhat dull maroon with white frills on the end that did little to hide her lovely and full bubble butt, a belly cut old-world blouse in deep forest green that could barely contain her quite sizable D cup breasts, a crisp white custom low V-cut apron that was just an inch shorter than her skirt, and a crimson red hooded cloak that reached reach a half food short of her four food ten frame. Finally there was her persona of an innocent village girl that was completely unaware of just how sexy she was and would always talk about how her “grandmother” got eaten by a wolf, and hoped that it wouldn't come after her next.

Though she was always publicly welcomed and loved by the village, many wished it was her in that belly instead of her mother. And now with this new act, many more were hoping that she'd reenact the best part of the story of 'Little Red Riding Hood' for them very soon. Thankfully they'd get their wish!

For the last two weeks Robin had been hiking on the many trails through the forest, spending most of the day “lost” in the forest claiming to be looking for her grandmother's house or the muffin-man's bakery. All while the early spring tourism was getting started, which was very much in her character. Often she'd miss a lot of the early tourist season wasting it on building her character's “back-story”, and only starting her lewd reading as the summer heat set in. Many would criticize these foolish actions on her part, seeing as the lewd readings often brought in revenue for many of the businesses she used to help paint a picture of her stories. But for Robin, the money wasn't what she wanted.

Often she'd run into groups of tourists and hikers on the trails, some looking to picnic others for the exercise, all would stop to talk with her and play along. Robin would play her role like an expert leaving many thinking she was a professional actor paid to perform in the village. Though her favorite thing was when people would tease her about the Big Bad Wolf and how he was “coming to get her”, the ones from the anthro wolves were the best teases, as she kind of hoped they'd be her “Big Bad Wolf”. It seemed everyday Robin would get hornier and hornier hoping one day that some anthro wolf would play their part and have their way with her, and maybe even gulp her.

As Robin readied herself on the morning of her third week of hiking a fog rolls down from the mountains engulfing the village and forest in it. Though this was not pea-soup fog, more of a heavy mist that gave the whole area more of a feeling of magical mystery than before. This only seemed to excite the little pervert even more as she noticed that there was a bet of wetness already in her panties before even going outside. “I really hope I don't run into the Big Bad Wolf today~” The lustful sarcasm was thick in her voice as the thought of what some powerful anthro wolf would do to her raced through her mind. Composing herself a bit, Robin opened her front door and headed straight to the trails, with a basket of goodies in her hand and a skip in her step.

After about three hours of hiking, and several miles of trails, Robin decided to rest a bit and have lunch. Finding a nice big log on the side of the trail she sat down and started undoing her shoes. Though they may have looked nice and were fairly period correct, they were far from the most comfortable shoes to hike in. After slipping them off she gently rubbed her feet, her thigh-high socks seemed to help with the massaging. Slipping her shoes back on, Robin turned to her basket. Inside lay a loaf of sweet banana bread, a large smoked sausage link, a wedge of while cheddar wrapped in wax paper, and thermos filled with hot apple cider, that is probably spiked little something from her mother’s liquor cabinet. While looking over the tasty spread a low growl fills the air. For a brief moment she thought it was her own stomach, but quickly realized that was coming from behind her. As she slowly turn, Robin was shocked for find out what the source of the growling was, a massive black wolf. He was huge, easily as tall as Robin at his shoulder and almost twice as long. And by the size of the enormous sack he was carrying between his legs, one that Robin had a hard time looking away from, he was a very “health” male for his size.

“Smells nice~” The wolf said in a deep gravelly voice as he came within inches of her face. “What do you have in the basket?”

Shaken from her stunned stopper by his question, Robin quickly answered. “Oh, just my lunch... Some banana bread, smoked sausage, cheese, and apple cider. Nothing special really...” Robin tried to hide her nervousness and fear, knowing that if he were to turn violent (and not in a fun/sexual way) she'd have no chance at running away or fighting him off. Though somehow that also made it a little more thrilling.

“Sounds tasty~ I hope you don't mind some company while you eat.” The beast said as she walked around her and the log, setting in the middle of the path facing her. “These woods can get quite lonely at times.” Though there was a bit of mischievous teasing in his voice, like he was planning something or wanted to seduce her, she found his voice and demeanor very relaxed. He no longer felt like the big scary wolf she thought he could be, but more of a big loving dog that wanted to play in the park with her.

“I've never met a talking wolf before. I thought they were just legends.” Robin said, somewhat still in character but mostly out of true curiosity.

“I'm not surprised, we are a rare breed. It's actually been a few decades since I last saw one of my own. Then again, we have our own territories and tend to keep to ourselves. We're not the most social of creatures.” The wolf pauses for a moment, looking over the girl a bit. “I think I've seen you in these woods before. May I ask your name?”

The girl blushes a little, “My name is Robin, and I've been hiking in the forest every day now for the last two weeks...”

“Then I probably saw you one of those times~” He gives her a toothy grin before continuing, “Well it's nice to meet you Robin, my name is Boris B. Wolf. I'm the Great Wolf of these woods.” He bows to her as he introduces himself, Robin covers her mouth as she lightly giggles. “Perhaps I can help you find what you’ve been looking for in the woods.”

“What do you mean?...” Robin looks at Boris with true confusion on her face.

“Well, no one would wander aimlessly through the woods for no reason. So you must be looking for something.” These words struck the girl hard. Yes, she was looking for something and Boris may just be it. But the question was, should she break character and ask me directly if he wants to “play” with her, or keep in character and just hope he plays along the whole way? For Robin the answer was clear, it was the only way for her to enjoy it.

“Oh, well I've been looking for my grandmother's house. Every time I go into the woods to visit her I get turned around and lost. Walking over the same paths for hours till I end up back home...” Robin pauses to give him her best doe-eyes. “I don't suppose you may know how to get there?”

Boris knew immediately that she was lying. For the last several weeks he'd been watching her walk these trails, wondering what her reasons were. He also knew there were no older women living anywhere in his woods for at least fifty years now. Then there was her story itself, it sounded more like something out of an old tale he may have heard but just can't remember it. But the oddest thing about this girl was that her scent had changed. Before it was not much different then any of the other human girls that hiked through his woods. Though now it was much more lust filled, as if she was going into heat. The only way for him to figure out what she's planning is with more questions. “So why are you going to your grandmother's house?”

“My grandmother has been very sick the last few days, and I wanted to try and help her get better.” Her words felt very familiar, like part of that old story he can't quite remember. “I bet a nice warm fire would help her. I'm sure I can ask one of the big strong woodsmen to help me with the wood~” The familiar feeling got even stronger, like place one has been but they can't quite remember where it is or when they were there. “But if she's still a bit cool she can always use my riding hood to keep her warm~” Riding hood... A red riding hood... LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD!!! The memories of the story came folding back. It's a story he hadn't heard in almost a century, but he knew it well. A wolf follows a little girl to her grandmother's house and gobbles them both up. And this “little” girl was playing the story out right in front of him, and maybe even inviting him to play along. As the big bad wolf...

“I may know a few shortcuts to her home if you'd be interested~” Robin's eyes lit up at the wolf's tease, and her lustful scent increased as well. This was enough to conform that she was playing out the story, but the question still remained, how far did this “little girl” want to go playing her part? “But sadly the bad storms we've been having blocked most of them off...” Pausing to sniff the air, Boris continued, “And by the smell of it another one is coming in fast. Perhaps we should head to my den till it passes, it's not far.”

Robin's heart starts beating loud enough for Boris to hear as she looks down at his large paws, and sack. Her face burning red as her mind fills with all the things he could do to her there, and how many of them she would want to happen. “Okay, if you think I'll be safer there~” The wolf gently nods to her, prompting her to stand. “Then please lead the way~”

The path to Boris's den wasn't all that long or hard to travel, but with the growing discomfort her shoes were giving her, Robin's pace slowed their trek. Sadly it was slowed just enough for the heavens to open up when they were only a few yards away. The heavy ran spurred them on to make the last few dozen feet a sprint from the cave opening. Now having the time to catch her breath, Robin takes in the entirety of the cave that Boris calls home. Mostly made of rock with a dirt and moss covered floor, Boris's den was quite spacious and warm, very similar to a very narrow one car garage. Looking back to her new wolf friend, Robin watched as he shook off the rain and fluffed up a bit. It reminded her of the wetness seeping from her own clothing, turning her face red as it sparked a very perverted and clever idea.

After shaking off the last of the rain, Boris turned to his guest to more properly welcome her to his home, but was caught off guard by what he saw. “W-why are you taking off your clothes?!!” Boris blurted out in shock as he watched Robin toss her apron and hood aside before pulling her blouse her head. Once both her head and bountiful chest was free from the fabric Robin answered.

“All my clothes are wet, and if I don't dry off and keep warm I could catch a cold~” The little red head said before slipping off her skirt and shoes in the same motion, then cuddling up against the big wolf before continuing, “And without a warm fire to help, the only thing that can keep me warm is my big fluffy friend here~” Boris sets stiff as the girl buries her face and chest into his side, bathing in the warmth of his fur. Though Boris could not blush like the two-legs do, he was still very familiar with the filling that came with that action and was neck deep in them. But there was one thing that could show her how he felt then and it was currently growing between his legs.

For a Great Wolf, Boris was a bit odd. He didn't mind interacting with many of the two-leg people and enjoyed many of their stories and tales. He had even been to a few of their cities and was welcomed as an equal, still returning to the forest where he felt the most comfort. But his oddest trait was his sexual tastes.

Among Great Wolfs it was not unheard of for one to be attracted to or fall in love with a wolf anthro, maybe a fox anthro, or on very rare occasions another bread of anthro entirely. But it was highly unusual for a Great Wolf to find the other kinds of two-legs sexually appealing. And Boris was one of them. He could not quite explain it but something about the way they move, the way they smell, the way they can seem so defenseless even when they're trying to defend themselves. All female two-legs are just so hot to him, and one of them was practically throwing herself at him right now.

Looking over the lovely girl's voluptuous form, Boris wondered just how far would this little bimbo go playing her game. “I do know of a better way to warm you up if you're interested...” Robin looked up at his toothy grin with a convincing look of confusion and innocence, knowing she has to play her part well.

“What do you mean Ms. Wolf?'' The childish naivete was thick in her voice, somewhat overplayed, but more than convincing enough.

“Well if I warm you up from the inside out, you'll get warmer faster!” Boris exclaimed as he watched her face turn from confusion to wonder.

“You can really do that?!!” The girl says with glee, and a hint of lust.

“Oh course! I'll just use this!!” He moves a leg to reveal her massive throbbing erection. Robin marveled at the foot and a half plus long shaft as it twitched before her eyes, filling her head with thoughts of lustful wonder.

As her wet pussy started to drip the scent of it was just too overpowering for the wolf to keep his instincts in check. Boris pushed her down and spread her legs, causing only a quick “Yep!” before he lined up his rod with her womanhood. Robin quickly moved her hand down between her legs, but instead of trying to stop him she helped guide it in, moaning as it sunk a few inches in. After readjusting his footing, Boris slammed his rod fully knot deep. Though he smelled a hint of blood, he was far to overcome in instinctive breeding to even care, he just needed to keep pounding his wolf dick into her till he could knot and cum in her.

Although Robin acted, and even felt like, a horny sex-crazed bimbo, she'd never had her cherry popped till today. Yes she very much wanted to get rid of her virgin card before she went to high school, but fined a guy to do it wasn't that easy. The handful of human guys in town found her a bit creepy and weird. Most of the futa's were such big hoers that her and she feared that they could smell the desperation and virginity on her and would just humiliate her instead of fuck her. And most of the anthro guys were just a bit much on the speciest side, not wanting to get that intimate with a human, let alone such an odd one. This left her hoping that one of the tourists would be her lucky break, but none of them seemed to have the patients to play along with her long enough to get in her panties. But that all has changed now that Boris has not only claimed her virginity, but her as while.

Though none of this really mattered that much to the newly cherry-less bimbo as she was lost in her lust filled pleasure. The feeling of her womb being crushed and her womanhood being spit in half was both overwhelming and mind blowing. She'd always heard that the first time would hurt and it could be so bad that she'd never want to fuck again, but this wasn't that. This was the greatest thing that she'd ever felt before! She could only hope that when he came inside her it was even better, who cared if she'd have to have his puppies, she'd have all his puppies if it meant that she'd be fucked like this every day. Of course Boris had other plans, soon enough he was able to knot her and unloaded a massive blast of cum deep into her womb. The blast was far more than what she needed to climax herself, sending her on a mind-blowing orgasm unlike any she had ever had before. As she slowly came down from it Robin could feel the massive load inside her. It felt like she had just finished off a massive buffet by herself with how full she was, and she could clearly see that slight bulge it made at the tip of the bulge his cock was making.

Some could understand Robin's belief that her adventure with her “Big Bad Wolf” was over for today, and maybe later they could continue playing a bit, maybe he could even take her for his mate. But Boris was far from done. The wolf abruptly shuck her from her peaceful afterglow as he resumed his pounding of her pussy. Howling out in both surprise and lust, Robin was sent back up the mountain of pleasure she just came crashing down from as her wolf friend didn't let up. For the next two hours this continued, he'd pound her hard and fast, he'd cum in her, they'd both howl in pure pleasure, Robin's belly would swell, and Boris would start over again.

After unloading his twelfth and final blast inside her, his knot managed to come free. Boris quickly unsheathed his rod from the young lady letting some of his seed spill out after it. Robin was in an ecstasy daze, her arms and legs spread wide, and her belly swollen to the size of a beach-ball. Her mind was numb from the endless waves of orgasms she had and could barely focus enough to notice the absence of wolf cock in her. Boris laid down next to her, looking over the cum-inflated girl as she slowly caught her breath, and feeling a new instinctive desire growing in him.

As the afterglow slowly faded from Robin's mind, she rolled onto her side, brushing the bloated dome of her belly along the wolf's fur. “That was amazing~” the bimbo cooed while smiling at her new love. “You've got quite a big and amazing cock Mr. Wolf~”

“All the better to fuck you with~” The wolf's tease prompt a giggle from Robin, causing her belly and bust to jiggle. But the mood abruptly shifted when a loud growl came from the wolf's furry belly. Robin stared down at his fluffy middle as it brushed its fur along her own, remembering the swollen belly of the anthro that gulped her mother and all the moaning that came for it. The thought that this was the belly that was meant to claim her filled her head and made her heart race once more.

Looking back up at her wolf friend with a look of doey-eyed innocents, “What soft fur you have Ms. Wolf~” Though Boris was a little confused as to what she was planning, he played along.

“All the better to keep me warm on the cold mountain nights~” He replied

“What big paws you have Mr. Wolf~” She cooed again.

“All the better to move through the forest with... and hunt my prey~” That last part got a clear reaction from the bimbo, a soft moan at the word “Prey”. This meant only one think to Boris, that Robin wanted to go all the way with this story, and he was both happy enough and hungry enough to oblige.

“What big ears you have Mr. Wolf~” A bit more lust had entered her voice now.

“All the better to hear my prey with~” His teasing also grew more seductive.

“What big eyes you have Mr. Wolf~” Both her body and voice began to quiver.

“All the better to see my prey with~” A bit of drool drips from his mouth.

“What a big mouth you have Mr. Wolf~” She could barely contain herself anymore.

“All the better to eat my prey with~” He gives her a long look at his maw before slamming it shut inches from her face.

“Prey like me?~” Her eyes glazed over in lust.

“Yes my dear, prey like you~ Exactly like you~” The wolf's tongue gently corrected her cheek, the rough and wet feel of it forcing a long moan from her lips. Pulling his tongue away, Boris enjoyed the sweet, salty, and savory flavors that danced on his tongue. She is definitely going to be one of his finest meal life.

“Please Mr. Wolf, eat me~ Swallow me whole and send me to you wonderful belly~ I want to be your food!!~” Her lustful pleases were all the wolf needed as Robin's world was plunged into darkness. It was rather easy for Boris to take her whole head into his mouth in one go, that also provided him leverage he needed to help roll her onto her belly. On her belly she'd be a much easier meal for the wolf, and would be a much more “enjoyable” one too.

For Robin though, this was already greatly “enjoyable” as she could just make out in the darkness the opening to the wolf's throat, the tunnel that would send her to unimaginable pleasures. Unfortunately she could do little to enhance the enjoyment of it outside of moaning. The two plus hours of fucking and the skipping of lunch to do so, had already caught up to her some time ago leaving her weak and limp. She wished to bring herself to another orgasm or two before being fully eaten, but she had no strength left in her arms to touch any part of herself. Her only hope was Boris playing with her some more on the way down.

It wasn't long before Boris was working the bimbo's breasts into he mouth, gently chewing and licking them all over to help get them down. Robin howled into his neck as her head slid deeper down, though muffled the wolf could just make out her please to play with her more. Boris was happy to oblige as he licked them all over till they slipped into his throat. Though with the breasts safely tucked away the hardest part lay ahead, her massive belly. Taking his time the wolf slowly worked his jaws around the belly, but the not so gentle brushing of his teeth on his prey's swollen belly however was something else. This amazing new feeling caused Robin's pussy gushed while she came again, spraying out both her femcum and some of the wolf's seed as well before going limp again. The juices not only improved on her already fine taste, but also helped lubricate her belly enough for Boris to finish off. As the last of her belly passed into his throat, he both chewed on her plump and juicy ass and gave her well used pussy a good licking before sending it down as well. Having no trouble slurping down her fine legs, the wolf gave her dainty little feet a farewell lick before finishing her off completely.

Within the fur dome that was Boris's belly, Robin was barely able to get comfortable with what little strength she had left. But thankfully somehow on the way down one of her hands managed to end up in between her legs, just close enough for her to reach her clit. Not wasting any time, she went to town on it, trying to get in as many orgasms as she could before digestion started. Even with her lust and cum-socked brain Robin knew that digestion was a one-way trip, and was going to be the best one ever.

Lessening to his meals masturbating and moaning, Boris felt a wave of contentment as he laid on his side letting his massive belly spill out across the cave floor. It had been many years since he had had such a fine meal, and very a filling one at that. He knew his prey was lost in lustful ecstasy so there was little point to talk with her, and besides it was considered rude among the Great Wolfs to talk to your food once it was eaten. And for Robin, it really didn't matter, she was in heaven. The soft warm tingling of the acid on her skin turning it to a soft goo, the powerful rubbing and kneading of the wolf's stomach around her, the gentle sound of Boris's heart beating around her, how could any slut not love this. Her only wish was that it could last forever~