Little Cinnamon Riding Hood
Story by fablethefurry on SoFurry
Little Cinnamon Riding Hood is instructed to stay on the path and not talk to strangers when delivering baked goods to his sick grandmother. But what's the harm in talking to just one wolf? He seems friendly enough!
Once upon a time there lived a boy who everyone called Little Cinnamon Riding Hood, or Cinnamon for short, on account of the cinnamon-colored riding hood that his grandmother made for him. He lived in a village with his mother and siblings, and he always tried to be a good boy, but sometimes struggled to stay on task or follow rules well enough.
One day, Cinnamon's grandmother was very sick and his mother tasked him with bringing his grandmother some baked goods. “Stay on the path," his mother told him. “And don't talk to strangers."
“Yes ma'am," Cinnamon responded, and headed out into the dark forest to deliver the baked goods to his grandmother, who lived deep within.
Cinnamon walked for quite some time and stayed on the path the whole time without stopping… until he saw some beautiful flowers growing on the side of the path. They were the most gorgeous shade of blue and Cinnamon could not help but stop and admire them. Unfortunately for Cinnamon, when he ventured off of the path, he attracted the attention of a hungry wolf.
While the wolf wanted to take Cinnamon then and there, he heard the sound of people working nearby and knew that it would be too risky to attack him here. “Hello little boy," the wolf said, attracting Cinnamon's attention.
“Hello," Cinnamon said, not realizing the danger that he was in. “Have you seen how beautiful these flowers are? Do you know what kind they are?" he asked the wolf.
“No, I don't. Did you come to this forest just to look at the flowers?" the wolf asked.
“Oh!" Cinnamon exclaimed, remembering his task. “No, I didn't. My grandmother is sick, so I am bringing her baked goods from my mother to help her feel better! She lives in the cottage just past the waterfall on the other side of the forest." Cinnamon responded, not thinking about the dangers of telling the wolf where he was going.
“Oh okay, I'll go visit her too! I'll go a different way, and we can see who arrives sooner," the wolf said, before promptly running off into the forest.
Cinnamon kept going on his normal path through the forest, feeling slightly nervous about the wolf, but not sure exactly why. When he arrived at the cottage, he didn't realize that the wolf had beaten him there because he saw what he thought was his grandmother sitting in her bed. He didn't realize that the wolf had already arrived, killed Cinnamon's grandmother, stole her clothing, and took her place in the bed. However, when Cinnamon began to approach “his grandmother", he did notice that she didn't look quite like herself.
“Hello dear," the wolf-in-disguise greeted Little Cinnamon Riding Hood. “Come, take off your shoes and lay down with me."
Cinnamon did as requested, taking off his shoes and hood and climbing into bed with his supposed grandmother. Up close, he realized that she did indeed look quite unusual!
“Grandmother," Cinnamon said. “What big arms you have!"
“All the better to hug you with," the wolf-in-disguise said, wrapping his arms around Cinnamon.
“Grandmother, what big legs you have!"
“All the better to run with, dear."
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
“All the better to hear you with, dear."
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
“All the better to see you with, dear," the wolf said, slowly sliding up his nightgown to reveal a massive erection.
Cinnamon's eyes widened in shock and fear. “What a big cock you have!"
The wolf's eyes glowed with lust and hunger. “All the better to fuck you with," he said, shedding the rest of his disguise and pouncing on Cinnamon.
Cinnamon screamed as the wolf's hard cock slammed into his pussy. As much as he tried to get away, he was not strong enough to stop the wolf from pinning him down and using him like a toy to satisfy his needs. Cinnamon cried from the intense feeling of his pussy being stretched and his cervix being slammed into repeatedly. His face and arms had begun to tingle and he felt like he was floating.
“S- stop…" Cinnamon moaned out through his tears. “Please… I can't… take it! It's too b-big! Stop…"
“How can you expect me to stop now?" the wolf said, pounding harder into Cinnamon, relishing his screams. “You feel too good for that. Hold on because I haven't even knotted in you yet."
Cinnamon didn't know what knotting was, but soon found out when the knot at the base of the wolf's cock forced its way into Cinnamon's pussy, locking the wolf inside of him. Cinnamon had never imagined that his hole could be stretched that much and struggled to handle the pain as he was filled with the wolf's cum.
When the wolf pulled out, Cinnamon was barely conscious. The wolf hovered over the crying boy's face and smiled a wide smile at him.
Weakly, fearfully, Cinnamon said “oh Mr. Wolf… what big teeth you have…"
“All the better to eat you with!" The wolf said excitedly, gobbling Little Cinnamon Riding Hood up, swallowing him whole as he cried and screamed to no avail. The wolf left the cottage sexually satisfied and with a full belly. And he lived happily ever after!