Red Riding Hood 13

Red Riding Hood

Although she was now a young lady, she retained the nickname she had earned as a little girl, but in most cases, by most of her friends, it was shortened to Red.

Red had packed a basket of goodies for Grandma but it was late afternoon before she was ready leave. She donned the red hooded cape she favoured (though she rarely wore it these days). Her mother gave her a knowing smile, kissed her and pointed her towards the door; she had to leave before her father returned from work, he would object to her leaving so late in the day to travel through the woods.

Red was not in any particular hurry, by the time she got to the edge of the woods it was already early evening. She paused on the path that led through the woods to Grandma's house, looking back, she saw a young man approaching from the village. She had seen him before. In public he appeared to be an affable and pleasant young man but she knew him for what he truly was, an arrogant, conceited and self-centred brat. He had been a bully at school. Even so, she smiled as he drew near.

"If you are going this way, may I accompany you through the woods? I am going to visit my grandmother, and the woods are scary at this time of day." She asked.

"Of course, you may Red, but it will be full dark long before we reach the other side."

Playing on his vanity, "Yes, I know, that is why I would feel safer if I travelled with you."

Casting one last look back to the village she turned and they started down the path. The trail led north through the narrowest strip of the woods but even so it would take well over an hour to get to the other side. By the time they had travelled a few hundred metres the village was well hidden by trees and shrubs and the twilight was further dimmed by overarching branches fully clothed in their summer foliage.

"Perhaps you would feel less frightened if you held my hand?" the boy suggested.

"I'm not frightened though it would be a comfort to hold hands."

Although the path led, more or less, straight through the woods there were a few twists and turns to avoid mounds and large trees and the pond, of course.

They had been walking for perhaps half an hour and there hadn't been much in the way of conversation when the boy suddenly stopped. Red was taken by surprise.

"It's time for your lesson. Don't worry it's free."

The boy was smirking and pulled Red Riding Hood roughly to him. Grabbing her round her waist. Lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder. Red almost lost her grip on her basket but manged to hold on.

"Wait, what? What are you doing?"

She wriggled and struggled but the boy had her fast. With his free hand he gave a resounding smack on her bottom.

"Quiet and be still or it will go badly for you. Behave and you will, no doubt, enjoy it."

Although she pretended to be indignant, she smiled inside for this had been exactly what she had expected of the boy.

He carried her off the path for fifty metres or so, behind some bushes to a small grassy area. Lowering her to the ground he started kissing and fondling her. Red kept up her pretence, struggling and crying out for him to stop and let her go. But slowly she let his ministrations settle her down and succumbed to the pleasure of his hands and mouth. Slowly, deliberately he removed her clothing despite her feeble struggles. She lay naked and still; he stripped off his own clothes. He stood, proud of his erection, thinking of the fear he had instilled into the young woman.

"Now I'll teach you what happens to little girls who take walks in the woods at night with strange men."

But she was so pretty, he decided to fuck her gently and force her to enjoy the lesson he was about to give her. He lay over her, supporting his weight on his arms but pressing her from his waist down, he pressed his cock against her belly, letting her feel heat and power pulsing through it. He grabbed first one leg and then the other, forcing them up and back and hooking them in the crook of his elbows then slowly raised and positioned himself ready to penetrate her. His cock found her entrance easily, he edged in slowly expecting to encounter her hymen. But he was surprised to find she was not a virgin and he continued to slide into her well lubricated pussy. He sighed with the pleasure of it, too engrossed in his own pleasure to pick up on the fact that Red Riding Hood had moaned in pleasure too. He started to fuck her slowly and gently.

For Red, it had taken some restraint for her not to cooperate more willingly; she had to make sure that he took her by force, even though, under different circumstances and with a nicer man she would have been eagerly cooperative. Now that he was fucking her and fucking her pleasantly, she could afford to show she was enjoying the activity. She participated, raising her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning her pleasure into his ear. This seemed to stimulate the boy even more and started to speed up his efforts.

"Slowly, slowly. We have all night." She whispered.

He was surprised but slowed anyway, although he was only interested in his own pleasure - she was right, there was no need to rush. They both continued at a more leasurely pace, drawing out those delightful sensations.

Now that she had acquiesced and given him the impression she was compliant she needed to take control. For her purposes she needed to control the timing. Their fucking continued for some time and Red knew the moment was drawing close.

"I want to be on top." She whispered.

Surprised again, but willing to accept such service from this pretty girl, he slipped one hand under her hips and the other round her waist, pivoting on his shoulder he rolled them both.

Red knelt astride him feeling his cock slide just that little bit deeper into her. She moaned and started rocking her hips back and forth. She looked skyward. Not yet. Just a few more moments. She fingered her joy button, faster and faster as the time drew near. She had brought the young man right to the very edge and he was as ready to cum as she was. Again, she looked skywards and the moon peeped over the horizon. She howled as her orgasm hit her and the transformation began.

The young man was too engrossed in his own orgasm, his eyes squeezed shut, to be aware of what was happening to his young victim. Red's pussy spasms, clamping on the young man's cock as soon as her orgasm started, had delivered such an intense and exquisite sensation that they triggered the most extreme orgasm the young man had ever experienced. He was certain he had never shot so much cum into any woman's pussy.

What he didn't realize, at first, was that Red's orgasmic juices carried a chemical that was quickly absorbed through the skin of his cock into his blood stream that rapidly paralysed his voluntary muscles. He continued to breath, his heart still pumped, but his arms and legs no longer responded to his will. His eyes open, he watched in fascinated horror as the transformation completed and Red had morphed into a she-wolf. As his cock finally stopped pulsing inside her she dropped and took his throat in her jaws, gripping, a fang penetrated the artery. 'Not too deep' she thought, 'He mustn't die too quickly.' The paralysis would last ten to fifteen minutes which would be long enough. The chemical usually only worked the first time, the human body builds an immunity to it but, in this boy's case, he would not have the opportunity for a second experience.

She raised herself, detaching from his cock easily as human males do not have a knot to tie them to their female partners. She half turned and bit off the boy's cock; a gargled scream she ignored whilst she chewed, relishing the texture and taste. Then she licked the boy's balls into her mouth and ripped them off too. As she chewed on these savouries, she looked down into the boy's eyes and watched as the light finally faded from them. She arched and howled loudly to announce her presence to the other woodland creatures.

With a swipe of her paw, she opened up his belly and dug inside to find his liver. Then she rolled the carcass to get at the tenderloins. It had been quite a while since she had had such a feast. She rested for a while on her haunches but still alert to the sights and sounds and scents of the night. Then she loped off deeper into the woods to see if there were others of her kind roaming this night.

She wandered for an hour, coming across a number of creatures that, under other conditions, she would have happily hunted and devoured. But having gorged herself so recently, she felt no need to feed again. It was as if the other creatures knew this and whilst they would not allow her to get too close, seemed to know she was not hunting for food and were less concerned about her presence.

Then she sensed something different, she sniffed the air, excitement stirred within her. She smelled male wolf. She followed the scent and entered a clearing. On the far side a wolf rose at her approach, wary, it gave a warning growl. But Red continued her approach knowing her female scent would carry to him and would interest rather than threaten him. As she drew closer, she realized it was a plain wolf, not a lycanth like herself - the idea thrilled her.

The wolf circled her approaching closer sniffing and snuffling. He gingerly came to face her, ready to prance away should she reject him but Red had no intention of rejecting him. She lay on her back showing her submission to him and he started to lick at her face and then between her legs. Perhaps the wolf was a little confused by the taste of human semen but this was overcome by his excitement, knowing this she-wolf was in season and willing to mate. But then female lycanths, in their animal persona, are always on heat. He continued to lap, the thrilling sensations had her mesmerized and as he licked her she watched his arousal grow. She rolled onto her haunches and stood on all-fours. He continued licking for a few moments then made his first attempt to mount her, he failed also at the second attempt but on the third his cock found its mark and slid smoothly into her.

The thrilling sensations as he humped her had her panting with delight. She could feel the wolf's knot swelling as it bumped against labia and she knew that within a few moments the wolf's thrusts would become more frantic and robust and when that happened the knot would be hammered inside her, exquisitely stretching her pussy. She howled and the muscles at the entrance to her pussy clamped around the base of the wolf's cock behind the knot locking it in place. The wolf continued to hump her and she started to cum, her pleasure increasing as the wolf started to cum too, ejaculating his wolf seed into her.

As the activity started to calm down, she hoped the wolf would not try to disengage too soon, she enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside her and if he tried to dismount too soon it would be an uncomfortable, if not painful sensation. But the wolf seemed to be in no hurry so she was treated to a few minutes of post orgasmic pleasure. Eventually her pussy muscles relaxed and the knot deflated enough for the wolf to dismount, reluctantly it seemed, but satisfied. He sniffed at her, licked her face and then wandered off to the edge of the clearing, a quick glance back and then he disappeared into the dark.

Red Riding Hood, rested and relaxed in the light of the moon now almost directly above. After a while she started to wander the woods again in the general direction of where earlier she had started her journey as a wolf.

Another scent, the breeze in her face, she was downwind of a stag. Not that she was hungry but she was interested. Silently she followed the scent, the stag, a magnificent example, stood facing away from her, oblivious to her presence. At this closer range his scent was stronger and she recognised that extra highlight, this stag was another lycanth. Curious, she approached slowly, stealthily. Suddenly the stag leapt away but then stopped abruptly and turned. Had he too recognized her as a lycanth? She turned side on to the stag indicating that she was not hunting. The stag took a couple of steps towards her, she lay down and the stag approached closer. She rose up slowly and they sniffed at each other. The stag waving and swaying his antlers playfully. Suddenly she recognized who it was. A young man named Joe who lived two streets across from her home in the village. She had not known that he was a lycanth so was pleased at the discovery.

Suddenly Joe raised his head and sniffed the air. Red also picked up on the scent, does. Joe cocked his head to one side as he looked at her then turned to follow the scent to his own sexual quarry. She could have followed to hunt a doe for herself but that would have probably spoilt Joe's fun. Besides it was almost dawn. She headed back to where she had had dinner, arriving first at the pond. She strode into it and just then the sun shot its first light over the horizon. She started to swim and by the time she reached the other side of the pond she had resumed her appearance of a young human girl.

She walked naked back to where she had left her clothes. She noted that, during her absence, other night creatures had feasted on the carcass. There was a fallen tree next to the remains, she leapt up onto the trunk, squatted and peed on it, leaving her mark, her scent, so that other creatures would know it had been her kill. Then she dressed and headed for Grandma's.

Red arrived at her Grandma's just in time for breakfast. As she entered Grandma said,

"You're here early." Then she sniffed and sniffed again. "You've been out all night having some fun, haven't you?"

"Oh Grandma, don't be disapproving."

"I don't disapprove, I'm just jealous. When you get older you just don't have the energy for that kind of adventure too often."

Red giggled.

"It's not funny," Grandma continued, "You'll miss that kind of fun and games when you get to my age so make the most of your opportunities, otherwise you'll end up with a heart full of regrets when you're as old as me."

"Do you have a heart full of regrets, Grandma?"

It was Grandma's turn to giggle, "Not many." She said and they both laughed. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"I'm not too hungry, milk and cookies would be fine."

"You're in luck, I baked yesterday. I take it you dined well last night."

"Yes, I did, to be honest I over indulged - he was so tasty."

"Was it anyone I know?"

"I don't think so, Grandma, he wasn't a very nice person, but his meat was sweet."

They gossiped for a while and Grandma made a pot of tea. Presently it was time for Red to return home. She kissed Grandma goodbye and promised to visit again soon.

Red was only mildly surprised to find Joe, back in his human form, sitting on a boulder at the entrance to the woods, apparently waiting for her.

"Fancy meeting you here," he quipped, "heading home?"

"I guess so, I seem to be heading in that general direction." She smiled, "I didn't know you were one of us."

"I didn't know you were one of us either."

They chatted about their adventures of the night for a while but neither seemed to have much to say in the way of small talk. Red indulged in secret smiles for most of the journey home as she wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a stag. But then she thought, it would be fun to see how he performs in human form first.

In this story, Lycanths are humans with the ability, at will, to transform into other creatures. Lycanths are not werewolves or were-cats or any other kind of were-animal; Werewolves have no control over when they transform or the animal instincts that then control them whereas Lycanths change when they choose to and remain in control of their thoughts and actions.