Red
Story by ArufaOrime on SoFurry
Another story I did for an image board. I hope you all enjoy.
You're told to take part in an old college tradition. Where you dress up like little red riding hood and go for a stroll through the nearby park. Nothing bad can happen there, right?
>A common tradition in your new college. That's what you were told it was.
>Now you're almost certain that it was just people fucking with you.
>How the fuck are you THAT gullible?
>Well, if anything you don't back down. You're going to go through with it and you're gonna do it proudly.
>Normally, red isn't your color, but you admit that it does look nice on you. A bright red hoodie.
>That, plus the incredibly iconic looking picnic basket, pulls the idea together.
>It would be kinda funny if you didn't feel so fucking stupid.
>Evening, sun is going down now. You're to take a walk through the park from the edge of campus, all the way around and back to the entrance. A few miles long, it would take an hour or so if you only walked.
>So you did. The looks you got, well they were annoying, but you didn't back down. Not once.
>A fox your age laughed, and cupped his hands to call back to you. "Where you going red?"
>The urge to say, "Your grandmothers" is almost too great to pass up. You're not looking to get into a fight though. This is bad enough.
>"Grandma's, of course. Where else?" You call, the grin coming to your face easily enough.
>You walk along a little longer, eating up the attention. It helps to do that, rather than let it bug you.
>The trail goes deeper into the more wooded area, and you go on though, happy that the streetlamps had already begun to flicker on. Your path is lit.
>There really aren't many people here, but you do pass by a few others.
>One human girl jogging keeps going and only stops with a realization once you had passed her.
>After that, you're a little more than halfway though.
>Silence surrounds you. Insects are barely making any noise, and very few birds call out.
>That's what gave you the creeps at first.
>The feeling worsened was the rustling from a section of brush and trees by the riverbed.
>You keep going, but as you reach the spot where the bushes very visibly move and rustle, that's when a figure breaks through.
>You both stare at one another for a long time.
>She's fucking tall.
>Like really, what the hell.
>Easily a bit more than a foot on your own 5'8.
>Maybe more, you only come up to her shoulders.
>A female wolf with brownish gray fur and a somewhat tattered, obviously designer, punk outfit.
>Jeans, ripped and torn, a shirt showing off her stomach and a good amount of cleavage.
>The both of you stare at one another for a while. She seems surprised at first.
>At first.
>Then, the biggest, fullest shittiest shit eating grin forms over her snout.
>"Well, good evening little red." She says, her startled expression changing into something more laid back.
>Her posture relaxes and her tail flicks slowly behind her. You feel her eyes scan over your figure almost like they're on top of you.
>"Where are you off to then?"
>The question glances off your brain for a few seconds.
>"Just, going for a walk..." You reply. How the fuck? When did? Where in the hell did your confidence go exactly?
>You force your head back into its rightful place, only to have it immediately bail on you.
>She'd moved while you were thinking so heavily.
>Walking around you, stooping over to look you over.
>What the fuck.
>"Ah, um. Well, sorry to bother ya." You say.
>Fuck it, abort. You're weirded out, and your brain doesn't want to work properly.
>You take your first step, and immediately choke yourself as your hood is grabbed and you're halted from moving past your hood's length.
>A "Gah" sound comes out of your throat, you're almost positive you've never made a sound like that in your life.
>"What's the rush there red?" Her voice is right in your ear now.
>Her breath washes over your face. Hot, moist and rather heavy with the smell of weed.
>Why does that not surprise you? For some reason, the idea just seems natural.
>"Whatcha got in the box?" She asks, already pulling it from your hand.
>You tighten your grip for some reason, though there isn't anything of importance in the basket.
>Surprisingly though, she's able to get it.
>She twists your wrist and you shift into an uncomfortable position, your hand opens up and she takes the basket.
>The wolf is still holding you by the wrist now, and with the other hand she's rummaging through the bag before she grins and pulls out a bottle of coke.
>"Cool, I was thirsty." With that, she manages to twist the top off with a single hand, and then proceeds to completely chug the whole bottle, half of it sticking into her maw.
>Only a few seconds later does she sigh and drop the empty bottle back into the basket.
>"Good shit, though I'm fucking hungry too."
>You're still not sure what the fuck is happening.
>Her now free paw moves to you. It's on your ass before you know what's going on.
>You don't think anyone has ever touched your ass outside of your father giving you a spanking back when you were young.
>"Yeah, I think you'll do for that." She says with a calm looking smile.
>Now you need to set something straight. "What the hell are you on abo-"
>She's been doing a good job keeping you on your toes.
>Now she's managed to knock you on your ass.
>That's because her tongue is in your mouth, and she's pressed right up against you.
>She's so fucking warm. So fucking soft. You honestly feel like you're going to melt into her body.
>This is the weirdest sensation you've ever felt.
>Her hand is still gripping your wrist tightly, and she's using the hand against your ass, now risen up to the small of your back, to pull you right up against her.
>Her tongue is hot, and it's long too. It invades your mouth easily, especially with you so dumbstruck.
>You shudder and finally let out the weirdest noise you've ever made. A light whining moan into her mouth.
>Her hands grip you tighter and you're pulled closer as her muzzle presses against you a little harder as she bears down overtop of you.|
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>Realization hits you, and you suddenly know just how much that weird fucking noise you made had turned her on.
>You feel her walking, and now she's basically dragging you forward until finally you fall.
>You're let go and you fall back into the brush and tumble down the slight hill out of sight of the trail.
>Just before you can get your bearings, she's there again, leaning over you.
>You start to get up, but her hands come down on your wrists, pinning you to the ground.
>She moves them, and soon enough she has your hands together, one paw larger than one of your hands holds them both down.
>Her other paw slowly moves down your body, starting at your chest.
>You've never been sensitive to touches like this before, but her clawed finger slowly trails downward and you can't help but squirm and gasp as she runs a finger down.
>It pauses at your waistband.
>You're staring at your groin for a long second before you look back up at her.
>She's staring back at you.
>Slowly you shake your head. The word, "No." don't even have time to leave your mouth.
>She undid your button and pulled them down roughly.
>The thing that's horrible though, is that she didn't bother to try that with your boxers.
>"Red on red? Cute~" She says, before casually ripping them apart. Her claws graze your skin and you yelp.
>Her other hand comes up to your mouth and holds your head back into the dirt.
>"Shut it Red. No noise, understand? Else I swear to god I will find something to gag you with. Be it my fucking panties or anything else I can get my hand on."
>For the first time, she looked dead at you with a look that could kill.
>You finally nod, and the lazy grin returns.
>Your boxers are in shreds now, and your cock is in full view, bare to the cool evening air.
>Slowly, the hand holding your head down let go, and came back down.
>Her hand comes around the base of your shaft.
>"Wait, do-" However you stop talking the moment she looks up at you.
>There hasn't ever been someone with that kind of power over you.
>Yet here was this wolf, holding you down and now grabbing your cock.
>You gasp, because she's just wrapped her paw around your shaft and is rubbing you slowly.
>Her paw pads are almost heavenly. Soft and a little squishy. They have such a strange sensation, so different from your own hand, and yet she's good too.
>Despite it being dry, she moves along smoothly.
>That doesn't last.
>"Time for that meal you promised..." She says. You only barely catch the words, because a moment later her maw has taken your cock entirely.
>You gasp, and bite your tongue. Her other hand is now on your thigh, and her claws are holding at your skin, threatening to pierce you.
>Holy shit, that fucking mouth.
>Her tongue is long, and her muzzle holds your entire length. She begins to bob.
>A light suction comes along with it and you feel like you'll fall through the ground with how light your head is getting.
>Her other hand finally lets go of your thigh, but she keeps sucking you off.
>Instead, you barely register as she undoes her own pants.
>You're unable to help it, and buck upward against her mouth.
>Bad idea.
>Her paw comes back down, and holds you there against the ground. Claws back against your skin. The hand holding yours above your head tightens as well.
>She lets her teeth graze your cock, just the lightest touch.
>That pleasures you almost as much as it scares you.
>Still, you keep quiet as she goes back down on you.
>You feel fit to burst, and just as you're debating trying to thrust into her mouth again, she's let you go.
>Well, she's let your cock go, at least.
>She's shifted and is getting out of her pants entirely now.
>"Fuck, alright. I can't... Not anymore." She huffs.
>She's straddling you, now that her pants are off.
>You can see her tail wagging behind her. It's going rather fast.
>You look back to her, just in time to realize that you're hands are free.
>That doesn't last. She's taken off her shirt and has tossed it aside.
>"Aww, poor Red. Nah, you're staying down there for me, alright?"
>That wasn't really a question. Her hand had come back down to hold your hands where she had left them before.
>Her weight is present, and it's kind heavy. If you weren't so... Jumbled with your emotions, it would have felt really nice.
>"Finally..." She breathes, and your cock presses up against her snatch.
>You feel it's heat and watch in a mixture of shock and several other emotions you have trouble grasping, as she lets herself slide down onto you.
>It's like a gunshot.
>The pleasure and the loud popping, banging noise in your mind.
>How weird.
>You start to moan out, and she silences you.
>Thankfully, she didn't make good on the promise to stuff her panties in your mouth.
>You had a bad feeling that if she did, you may have liked it.
>Instead, it's her tongue again. She's breathing heavily and kissing you again.
>This time it's far more rough. Her tongue is almost attacking your own.
>You don't have any time to catch up on what's going on.
>She rises up on you, and slides back down again.
>You moan into her mouth once more.
>Her other hand grabs your side as she comes up and falls back upon you. That weight feels even better like this.
>She's picking up speed, and you're left under the soft fur, messy, sticky and heavy, Hot and so weirdly wonderful and terrifying.
>You thrust back, and finally she lets you move somewhat.
>You feel that pleasure building again, and you're getting closer and closer.
>She grabs you tightly and the speed is picking up. You don't last.
>You cum, and everything goes dark for a moment.
>Light comes back to you, and the wolf is still riding your cock.
>Your hands are free, but you honestly feel too weak to move.
>Doesn't help that she's still attacking your cock, despite the fact that its so fucking sensitive now.
>In fact, it almost hurts.
>It's a feeling you've never felt.
>Pain, and pleasure so strong that it hurts.
>Her hands are at your waist, helping her thrust down onto you.
>She finally comes down and bites.
>You would have screamed if you had the energy for it.
>She had taken a lot of your hoodie into her mouth, but still, her mouth was right around your neck, holding it down.
>She tightens around you, her arms holding you close, her teeth on your neck, her tight hole gripping your shaft.
>You cum again, and that actually feels painful.
>She holds onto you throughout the whole thing, and you're left panting, wide eyed and staring up at the stars.
>"Ooooh... Fuck." She finally says, letting your neck free.
>You don't move, you feel like your brain has glazed over.
>She doesn't get off of you.
>No, instead she shifts so that her head is beside yours, her teeth catch your ear and pinch it.
>"Mine..."
>That last word, right in your ear. Her breath washing over your face.
>You shudder against her heavy weight.
>About an hour or so later, you're walking back through the trail, and there are those fuckers.
>All of them are laughing and whistling at you and "Nate" Which you assume, but aren't yet sure, is short for "Natalie." The wolf who'd basically raped you and then claimed you as hers.
>The remains of your boxers are now in the basket you carry.
>She's got you pulled up tight against her as she leads you out.
>Honestly you're still too light headed to argue.
>You do notice as she gives them a thumbs up.
>You really hope there is nothing more behind that, but you have a bad feeling they had set the whole thing up.
>You pity the next poor soul they meet.
>Because from what little you hear later on, Nate is more gentle than her other friends.