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BARK *HACK UP FURBALL* OWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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YIP YP BARK WOOF
Translation:
It was a lovely afternoon when I was strolling along the forest path. I had just had a tasty meal of rabbit au natural and now I had a yearning for a nibble of pussy a la carte. Imagine my luck when up ahead on the path I noticed a slim wafer of a human female traipsing along swinging a picnic basket. She wore a long red cloak that went down to her mid thigh and from this distance she was wearing either really short shorts or just the cloak with red knee high stilettos. I couldn't tell much of her from the back and she had her hood up so all I caught sight of was wisps of long hair that bounced out occasionally from within the hood. I could figure out what kind of mood she was in though from the song she was singing to herself as she went along; "Do me, baby". Yep, it was indeed a lovely afternoon in the forest!
I followed her for about twenty minutes, keeping far enough back that she wouldn't sense my presence and stuck to the outer edge of the pathway, just in case I had to jump into the bushes though at that point there was only one bush that I really wanted to jump into. She came upon a small clearing and stopped. There were a couple of tree stumps in almost the dead center of the clearing and she pulled a small towel out of her picnic basket, placed it on one of the stumps and then sat down. I could see now why see would need a towel -- she had neglected to wear any underwear and apparently any sort of bottom cover with the exception of the cloak. From my vantage point I could see her fine ass as she sat down...I licked my lips but decided not to approach her yet but to watch instead.
The girl began to hum quietly to herself, staying immobile as the little forest creatures that hid themselves on her approach peeked out of their respective spots. I moved in closer, just behind a bush on the edge of the clearing. While I still couldn't see her face, I could see that she was slightly weaving back and forth to her own little song. She reached into her picnic basket gingerly and pulled out a half a loaf of bread and started to break it up, tossing pieces on the ground around her. A squirrel came from one of the trees and grabbed one of the pieces of bread and sampled it. It gave a little squeak and other animals began to move in closer to the feast that the girl had provided.
I heard a snap and Roger, a year old buck stepped out into the clearing. I heard the girl gently calling to Roger to come and have some bread with her. He put his knobby antlers down toward her in a gesture of authority; the girl giggled and assured him that she understood that he was the boss and if he came closer, she had something special in her basket just for something as commanding as him.
Satisfied, Roger stepped up to the girl as she reached into the basket, cooing all the time about what a beautiful and strapping buck Roger was. Roger came up and was nose to basket, sniffing around the girl's hand that was underneath the cloth that hid the treasure trove of goodies the basket held. Her other hand went up and petted Roger's neck.
"Does the nice deer want something good?" she asked as she stroked Roger's neck. Roger snorted in an affirmative.
I saw a glint of metal from underneath the cloth. Roger, I surmised, was about to get severely fucked up.
The girl's hand moved swiftly from under the cloth, I heard the click of a safety and then the booming of a pistol and saw the top of Roger's head and brain flying straight up in the air. The other animals scattered as Roger's brain and eyes landed around the girl. He stood still for a second and then dropped to the ground.
"Granny's cooking venison tonight," The girl giggled as she wiped the pistol's barrel with the cloth.
I shifted my hind legs, and a branch snapped.
The girl twirled around at the direction of the sound. She pulled the hood from her head to reveal that she had ling bright red hair that almost matched the cloak's colouring. The darkness of her eyes deepened as she snarled in my general direction, "Who's there? Come on out you fucking freak, I know someone's there?" I heard the cocking of the safety on the pistol being readied. She didn't aim in any particular direction but held it loosely in her hand as she held the barrel parallel with her left ear. I knew that while she looked casual, she could quickly drop, aim and fire without any hesitation.
I stepped from my position from behind the thicket into the openness of the clearing; I was glad that I had fur covering my reddening cheeks.
"Good afternoon," I said nonchalantly. "I'm the big bad wolf."
"I'm Little Red," she introduced herself to me. She looked harshly at my lupine form for the longest time -- gauging, I imagine, the threat level I posed to her. She must have decided that I was mostly harmless as she put the pistol back into the picnic basket. I walked slowly until I was only a few feet in front of her and then sat down, keeping my forelegs taunt for a quick escape. She looked me over, her eyes stopping at my forepaws...I was quite used to that -- after all as far as I know, I'm the only wolf who has human fingers on his front paws rather than claws, and that I could speak human with a fair bit of ease.
"So what are you?' she asked, "A fucked up werewolf?"
I barked out a short laugh. "Hardly," I responded, "I'm a were-human. A few years back my momma was watching a woodsman chopping down a tree. The woodsman stopped and noticed there was a knot in the wood that was vaginal shaped at crotch level. He looked at it lovingly for a moment, he swung his axe and planted it firmly just above his head into the tree and dropped his pants. He inserted his hardness into the tree, put his arms around the tree and started banging away. What he failed to realize was that the axe wasn't in as far as he thought. His violent thrusts into the knot loosened the axe and it fell straight down, lopping off his dick from his body. His still hard dick popped out of the tree and my momma quickly raced and retrieved it while the woodsman was rolling on the ground. As she ran, it slipped from her mouth and in an effort to turn to grab it again; she accidentally sat down on it. Her momentum forced into her and...well, this is just conjecture on my part...the woodsman must have been an early bird because she felt something other than blood oozing into her. The penis quickly lost its hardness and plopped out of her but a few months later....well, here I am."
Little Red looked at me silently for a moment. "That's the most fucked up story I ever heard," she opined.
"You asked," I said defensively.
She gave a little smile as a gesture of apology. "So anything else wrong with you other than your fingers...and your vocal cords?"
"Well, I have an outie instead of an innie."