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 Yeah, I know, it's supposed to be three little pigs.  Pig girls couldn't
possibly be sexy though, so I've changed them to cat girls for this story.
How cat like?  Well, as with every fairy tale animal so far in this series,
they were far more human than animal.  Sexy, curvy young things, they all
had cat's ears but apart from that, completely human and beautiful faces.
They had cat's tails and their colors resembled cat's fur in a way that is
easiest to envision as all over bodypaint, though of course it was not
paint.  It was their own skin.  It gave them a fantastical exotic quality
especially when seen naked.  Not that any fairy tale male had seen any of
them naked though many had wished to.  The Wolf in particular had a deep
and compelling desire to get these sexy felines bared for his camera.  He'd
spent enough time with other stories and it was high time to get back to
one of his own.  Since this inevitable force of ENF lust is seeking the
trio of kitties, I guess I had better warn them.

   **Once upon a time there were three sexy young kitties, Ginger, the
youngest, an eighteen year old pretty with very light golden brown skin,
speckled slightly as though it were furred.  Her hair was slightly darker,
cascading down in thick, curvy locks.**

   "Say what?"

   "It's okay, Ginger.  It's just the narrator.  When he wants us to, we
can hear him."

   The asterisks tell you when they can listen in.  **Jinx was the middle
kitty, nineteen and the slimmest.  Her hair was shoulder length and very
straight, colored dark black with a streak of white on one side.  Most of
her body was light grey but from the nape of her neck down, framing
breasts, belly and below, she was bright white.**

   "How the hell does he know where I'm white?!"

   "Relax, Jinx," said the oldest kitty, "he hasn't seen, he just knows
'cause that's what he does."

   **So true, but we'll get to see it if you kitties aren't careful. 
Jeannie was the oldest of the three, twenty years.  Her body was very curvy
and rounded but not truly voluptuous.  Her skin was a light blonde color
but with slightly darker stripes up her back and along each arm and leg. 
Her long flowing hair was also blonde, but almost brunette.  Her sisters
looked up--**

   "Wait a second," Jeannie interrupted, "What do you mean, we'll get to
see?  "We," who, will get to see what?  And why?"

   ** "We" is myself, the readers and the Big Bad Wolf.  That lusty beast
will find you all, and he'll strip each of you if you aren't ready.**

   "Great.  Just great," Ginger said.  "I'm gonna go get something more
sturdy to wear."

   The other Pussies agreed and they rushed about.  They would all be
prepared for the Wolf but would they be prepared enough?

   The first of the Pussies the Big Bad Wolf caught up to was Ginger, the
youngest, laziest and most foolhardy.  She hadn't thought up any better an
idea than wearing several layers of clothes all at once.  It was impressive
how much she managed to get on though.  In fact the bulk of sweaters and
shirts and jackets and pants and skirts and dresses was so great that it
entirely hid the incredible, sleek, feline curves of her body.  She had
hoped in fact that the Wolf simply wouldn't find her.  Or maybe he would
find one of her sisters first and be satisfied with that, leaving her
alone. She doesn't know him very well, does she?

   Once their eyes locked, Ginger realized that he was too close for her to
be able to run and even if she could, her ridiculous get up would slow her
down.  She tried to act calm and cool though.  The Wolf stepped up close
and looked her over.  He pulled his camera out of his pocket and said,
sounding almost bored, "You know why I'm here right?  Get those clothes
off."

   "No way!  And aren't you supposed to rhyme?"

   "Sigh.  Okay then, I'll say the lines.  Little kitty, little kitty, let
me see.  I want to photograph your naked bod-ee."

   "Well that was lame."

   **You tell him girl!**

   "Shut up narrator," the Wolf growled.  "It's time for my next line I
guess.  I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your clothes off!" The Wolf
breathed in deep for a few seconds, then let out a supernatural burst of
air.  A wind rushed around Ginger and she felt strained to stay standing.
If the Wolf had intended it, she surely would have bowled over or even
carried through the air.  Instead though, as the blast of Wolfish exhale
assaulted her, her clothes tore away bit by bit.  Shirts and sweaters and
skirts and pants went flying one by one.  When it stopped, she looked down
at her body and was stunned to see that her g string and her shoes were the
only things left on her body.

   SSHRIEEEKK!!!!  She threw her hands over her pretty boobies and gawked
at the wolf.  "You did it!  You really blew my clothes off!"

   "Naturally." His camera lifted and started taking snapshots.

   Ginger squirmed at the realization that there were really nudie pictures
being taken of her.  Then she turned tail (a tail that was twitching
angrily but did nothing to hide her very toned, nice round, derriere) and
ran.  The Wolf of course kept pace with her.  Even running he got some
great shots.  When he was ready for the chase to end though, he caught up
to her instantly.

   "Let me go!  Let me go!  Hey!  What are you doing?  Are those handcuffs?
STOP!" Despite her protests, she had her wrists bound together over a tree
branch.  Now there was nothing she could do to protect herself from that
camera.  She was helplessly naked except for the little g string protecting
her kitty kitty.  She wiggled and moaned and squealed quite delightfully as
the Wolf took his good time getting shots of her body from all sides, then
getting close ups of her bum, her legs, her nervous face, her nice firm
kitty titties, all that cat colored light brown with the nipples, the nice
stand up nipples, a darker brown that set them apart.

   Finally, the Wolf put his camera in his pocket and undid her handcuffs.
"Well that was fun."

   Ginger was shocked when he recuffed her wrists behind her back.  "What
are you doing?  Aren't you going to let me go?"

   "Got to catch your sisters first." He hoisted her up over one shoulder
and held her there with one hand on her amazing butt as he crept through
the forest looking for the next pussy.  When he found her, he couldn't tell
much about her except for her lovely face.  This was Jinx, the middle
kitty. She had a sultry look that had the Wolf salivating immediately, but
her body was concealed inside a very heavy duty burlap bag.

   As he fastened the nearly naked Ginger to a tree, he told the dark
haired, grey skinned Jinx, "Y'know, that outfit looks pretty durable, but I
don't know how the hell you expect to be able to run from me in it."

   She hadn't thought of that.  The bag had holes for her hands and feet
and her tail, but it did stifle her movement if she tried to move too fast.
She didn't answer him either.  She couldn't keep her panic hidden as she
saw her sister, tied and naked.  The wolf already had one of them.  What
would he do to her though?

   The Wolf grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.  She tried to sound
defiant.  "This stuff is almost impossible to tear through and it's sewn
shut everywhere."

   "Izzat right?" He searched her over carefully and was surprised to see
that there were no real weak points on this odd outfit, whoever sewed it up
for her really knew how.  Still, he could tear it couldn't he?  It must
have been a bit magical since it resisted him.  He could tear it, but it
was insanely difficult.  He managed, with great effort, to get a hole in
it, only to find that there were more layers underneath.

   She looked smug.  "Give up?"

   "Babe, that ain't the way the story goes." At the same spot, he tore his
little hole through the other four layers until he was through.  "I've got
to say it to make it work so, I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your
clothes off!" With that he pressed the hole in the cloth to his mouth and
exhaled one of his impossible breaths.  The bags filled with air until the
pressure was too much.  With a loud ripping pop, they all burst like
balloons and Jinx was instantly stripped to the red panties she had
underneath.  Filled with disbelief, she stared down at her naked body, then
shrieked as she threw her hands over her breasts.  It was true, she wasn't
grey all over.  Pale white surrounded her breasts and continued on down
getting narrower and narrower little by little as it went down her belly
and then finally disappeared into her panties.

   The Wolf chuckled and grinned and dragged her over to where her sister
was bound.  "You're sexy as hell Jinx.  I'm gonna have to handcuff and
photo you too."

   The dark haired cat girl hissed at him as she struggled futilely to get
away.  Above her nice little bum, through a hole in her specially made
panties, her tail twitched furiously.  "You can't get us all!  You know how
the story goes!"

   "Yeah, but I got you." He produced a second pair of handcuffs and
clicked them on her wrists above her head around a branch that held her
next to her sister.  "Camera time!" He looked her over real good first
though.  She had a slinky type of body, slim but not skinny.  The
svelteness of it accentuated a sexy waist and belly and the smallish tits.
"Damn, you got a nice body, kitty cat.  Love those nipples." Her nips,
barely off white within the white skin of her breasts, were so perfectly
placed on her very firm boobies, so firm in fact that they moved very
little even with her struggling against the cuffs.  The wolf got his camera
ready.  "Hold still."

   "Hsss!  Let me loose, you bastard!"

   Of course that didn't happen.  As she thrashed and threatened and
hissed, he clicked his pictures of her and her sister.  Eventually, as the
embarrassment of her predicament set in, while the wolf was getting close
ups of her bare tits, her angry fit became more of a whiny, soft moaning.

   "Well that was fun," he told her.  Both of the pretty girls were quite
unable to look at him as commented on their bodies for a few minutes. 
"Time to go though.  Got to catch your sister." He got them both down but
put their hands behind their backs again.  Each of the pretty pussy sisters
was lifted onto one of his shoulders, a wolfish hand clasped over each
sweet little ass.

   The girls were, at turns, silent, hissing, growling and pleading to be
let go.  Eventually they caught up to Jeannie, the oldest of the kitty
sisters.  "You have got to be kidding me," the Wolf said.  He locked his
two panty clad captives to a tree without ever taking his eyes off of
Jeannie's impossible outfit.  All he could see of her was her head.  She
was armor clad in what looked to be the most durable, unbreakable metal in
the fairy tale world.  What's more, at every point that two pieces came
together there was a lock that held them together.  Needless to say,
Jeannie had a look of smug victory on her face.  The Wolf felt a chill as
he realized that this story was going pretty much according to design.  He
couldn't get that outfit off, so his photo set would be incomplete.  He
wouldn't give up without trying though despite Jeannie assuring him,
"You'll never get me naked.  Do your worst."

   "All right girl.  I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your clothes
off!" A burst of wind flew around her, setting her wonderful hair in
motion, but apart from that, having no effect.

   "At least you've got some nice breath.  I wouldn't have expected that
from a wolf."

   "No reason not to be as accommodating as I can." He let out another
minty fresh blast of wolf breath and the result was the same.  "Damn! 
Where'd you get that?" He grabbed her and she held still nonchalantly,
knowing that if his magical breath couldn't break the armor that his hands
certainly couldn't.  He pulled and tugged at it but to no avail.  He
searched for weak points and found none.  "AAaargh!" He wore himself out
after a good effort at trying to break it and blasting breath after breath.
Finally he slumped to the ground.

   Jeannie asked him with a sweet musical, sassy sound, "You want to give
me the key to my sisters' handcuffs yet?"

   Her sisters appreciated that idea but the Wolf was desperate enough at
this point to pull one last trick.  "Hey narrator!  I know it breaks the
rules, but can't you help me out here somehow?"

   **Actually, I can.**

   "What?" Jeannie demanded.  **Well, we can't leave the readers
disappointed like that can we?  So let's make use of an established
character who's purpose it is to move the story along in any convenient
way. Through the trees, coincidentally, arrived a well dressed man.**

   "Is he talking about me?" Cheeplod D.  Vice asked.  Then he noticed the
two sexy, young, topless ladies.  "I say!  It looks like I've arrived at an
opportune moment!"

   "You don't know the half of it, pal," the Wolf said.  Jeannie turned to
run, but the Wolf caught her and held her in place.  "See this metal
outfit? Can you get it off?"

   "Oh certainly.  I am an exceptional lock pick."

   "You are?" the Wolf asked

   "You ARE?!" Jeannie demanded.

   "Just let me take a look." Jeannie tried to pry herself from the Wolf's
grasp, but she was of course unable to.  Cheeplod took a small tool from
his pouch and went to work.  "Ah, there's one."

   The Wolf started peeling that metal sleeve off of the beautiful twenty
year old as she stared in horror.  "No!  This can't be!  I'm supposed to
win!  The Wolf can't catch the last one!  Let me go!  This isn't fair!" Any
reader who agrees with her on any of those points is welcomed to complain.
As it was though, her armor was removed bit by bit.  Her other sleeve
followed.  Then one leg and another with their light brown stripes
enhancing the curves of thighs and calves.  Cheeplod, being the grabby
type, ran one hand up and down one of her magnificent legs as he began work
on the next lock.  It clicked and Jeannie began trembling as the lower part
of her torso metal fell away.  She let out a whine that became a soft
scream as her panties were revealed, a somewhat skimpy pair, dark blue with
pink letters embroidered on them that said, `A Pretty Pussy's Pussy'. 
Cheeplod enjoyed that and said so.  "You must have your panties custom
made."

   The Wolf told him with a grin, "A lot of fairy tale girls do.  These
three have to I guess considering that they need a space above their butts
for their tails to go through."

   "And the way this lovely pussy's tail is moving, I think she is quite
furious."

   "LET ME GO!  I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO GET CAUGHT!  YOU CAN'T DO THIS!  HEY!
HEY!  DON'T YOU DARE!" This last complaint was directed at Cheeplod as he
began to work on the locks that would remove the last part of her armor and
would bare her bosom.  "NO!  NO!  YAAaaAAAHH!!" Her wonderfully curved
boobies were freed of their metal prison as the Wolf and the cheap plot
device eyed her exposure with wide eyes and wide smiles.

   She continued to rant and to struggle as the Wolf pulled her over to her
sisters.  Like them, Jeannie was bound with handcuffs so that three sexy,
topless fairy tale sweeties were lined up helpless to cover their bare
breasts.  The Wolf without taking his eyes off of the three delectable
pairs of boobs, told Cheeplod, "Thanks for the assist.  I can't tell you
how defeating it would have been to let those last kitty titties go." "If
it wouldn't offend too much," Cheeplod said, stepping up to Jeannie, "I'd
like to partake of these lovely boobies."

   With a chuckle, the Wolf said, "Be my guest."

   Jeannie cursed and threatened as Cheeplod took ahold of her firm
rounders and started squeezing.  The Wolf considered that and said, "Come
to think of it," he waited half a minute for Cheeplod to finish then took a
turn with Jeannie's sexy, firm breasts.

   Jeannie was demanding, "Get your hands off!  You pig!"

   "No, I'm a wolf."

   Jinx was offering similar insults to Cheeplod who was fondling her
pretty boobies.  They shifted places until all three of the sexy sisters
had been liberally boob fondled by both of the villains.

   The Wolf stepped back and got his camera out.  "Say cheese, girls!"

   The Pussies all protested, Jeannie, the only one not yet photo'd,
whined, "Please!  You don't need to do that!" Jinx shouted, "You have
enough already!" Ginger pouted, "When are you going to let us go?"

   The camera started clicking away, getting shots of the three of them
side by side, then close ups of each girl, face, boobs, face and boobs,
etc. The Pussies were furiously silent as Cheeplod asked, "Where did you
procure a camera?  It can't be easy to get when they haven't been
invented."

   "Don't know really.  Nude hunting like this is a great hobby though. 
Time to get the panties off."

   Three feline voices sounded.  "What?!" "NO!!" "This is so humiliating!"

   "You first, Jeannie."

   Cheeplod noted, "That might be tricky the way their tails are
twitching." But with a quick rip, the Wolf's extraordinary skill at clothes
tearing had them off.  "Then again it might be the easiest thing in the
world."

   Jeannie stared down in shock at her own totally naked body.  Then she
let out a piercing shriek now that the last of her dignity was stolen.  The
blonde-brunette bush color was wonderfully offset by her blonde skin tone.
It was a nice thick patch of bush that you could get lost in.  "Now that is
some nice bush," the Wolf said with great admiration.  He ran his fingers
through it a moment and course Cheeplod followed suit.  Jeannie's eyes
welled up with tears as she let out a hollow hiss.  "Ginger next," the Wolf
said as he skipped Jinx to get to the youngest of the sisters.  RRIIPPP!!
That thong was gone and Ginger yowled in shock as her bush was bared.  A
closer type, not as thick but every bit as delectable.  "Saved you for last
Jinx," the Wolf said as he moved to the middle sister.  Jinx was growling
softly with a sinister expression.  This of course only brought a smile to
the Wolf's face.  He tore her panties away to reveal a third Pussy pussy.
It was also different.  Framed closely within that white skin, her bush
really stood out.  The hair was the silky type, running smoothly downward
in an imperfect but beautiful triangle.  It was jet black like her hair
but, like her hair, it had a narrow stripe of white, off center that ran
partway down.  "I thought so.  Never seen bush like that."

   "Exquisite bush!," Cheeplod said.  "Unique!"

   "Stop talking about my bush!"

   "You're right," the Wolf said, "I need to take pictures instead." Jinx
growled again, much louder as the Wolf took his full nude photos of her,
full frontal, close ups, rear view, from various angles.  All three of the
Pussies were put through that, picture after picture as the Wolf and
Cheeplod carried on a conversation.

   Cheeplod asked, "If you have other photos, I don't suppose you'd be
interested in giving me a copy?"

   "Naw, I don't ever give 'em away.  I'll let you see 'em though.  Besides
the Pussies here, I've got four other sexy young fairy tale girls on film."

   "You wouldn't happen to have that sexy little Jacklyn would you?  She's
worth getting squished for."

   "Nope, but I'll remember that."

   Once the photos were all done, the Wolf pulled a handcuff key from his
pocket and set it on a rock a few feet in front of the Pussies.  "Have fun
hanging out girls!"

   "Hey!  Wait!" "You can't leave us like this!" "You bastards!"

   Then the Pussies were all alone, handcuffed to a tree stark naked. 
"What do we do?," Ginger complained.

   "What can we do," Jeannie asked, "just stand here naked until someone
unlocks us." After a bit of a wait, the poor girls saw someone come through
the trees and stop suddenly at the sight of them.

   "Wow!," Georgie Porgie said, stunned at unexpected the triple nakedness.
"What happened to you?"

   "The Wolf!" "He locked us up and took our clothes!" "And he took
pictures of us!" "He really does that?  I'll have to get him to show me his
photos sometime."

   "Can, can you get us down?"

   He grinned devilishly.  "In a minute."

   **Georgie Porgie, puddin and pie, groped the girls and made them cry.**

   Wordlessly, the Pussies panicked at the sound of the narrator's rhyme.
With hands poised for groping, Georgie advanced and enjoyed the disgusted
wince of Ginger.  She whined and complained as his hands fondled her kitty
titties, the slid down her body to get a feel of her pussy.  Jinx was
already threatening and cursing him and then his hands were on her too.  He
felt her up exuberantly, both boobs and bush, before moving on to the
oldest of the sisters.  Jeannie got the same treatment, boobs cupped and
squeezed, bush touched and rubbed.  After that, he walked around behind the
girls and enjoyed a squeeze of each of their fine asses.  Once he let go of
Ginger, he started walking away with a laugh.

   Jeannie shouted, "Wait!  You said you'd let us go!"

   "I lied."

   The Pussies were left there, still bound and naked, now with the
lingering embarrassment of having nerdy Georgie Porgie's hands all over
their bodies.  All they could do was wait for a rescuer.  They wanted to
cry out for help, but now, not knowing who might respond, they just
couldn't work up the courage.  They didn't even know what to think when
another voice intruded.  "My my, what have we here?" It was the Cheshire
Cat, floating in midair, looking down with wide eyes and a smile even
broader than normal.

   All three of the Pussies were both worried and hopeful.  It was Jinx who
worked up the nerve to ask, "Could you maybe unlock these handcuffs?  The
key is right there."

   "Oh, now, that would be a sensible thing to do and I am quite mad you
know."

   In unison, all three sisters groaned, "Oh no." But, despite their
overwhelming chagrin, it happened again.  Most of the Cheshire Cat
disappeared but his head and hands remained.  Those hands moved from one
fun spot to another, taking squeezes of booby and booty, pats of pussy and
tweaks of nipples.  Being a fellow feline didn't make him at all
sympathetic.  His hands wandered all over, at any distance from each other,
quite often groping more than one sister at a time.  One moment his hand
would be in one place, then puff!  it would be elsewhere enjoying another
piece of anatomy and all the time his leering face wandered around taking
in the delightful sight of their nudity.  He enjoyed the sounds as well, as
his touches would elicit yelps, yowls, hisses and growls.  Eventually the
girls noticed that his hands and head had gone the way of the rest of him,
vanished completely and none too soon for them but they were still left
there.

   "We've got to get out of this somehow!," Jinx demanded.  "Well, I'm open
to any ideas," Jeannie said, having exhausted herself trying and failing to
break the branch they were attached to.

   Ginger grumbled, "I just hope we get free before someone like the seven
dwarves find us."

   The next person to arrive was a much more welcome sight than the seven
dwarves would have been.  Two young women in very fancy dresses who
probably didn't belong in a forest scene, but what the hell.  Being
surprised by the sight of three naked, handcuff bound girls, the two young
ladies stopped and stared.  "What happened to you?"

   "The Big Bad Wolf happened to us.  Can you get us down before someone
else comes along?"

   **Unfortunately for the three Pussies,**

   "Where is that coming from?"

   "It's the narrator," the Pussies groaned at having to explain.

   **As I was saying, unfortunately for the three Pussies, these lovely
ladies were the two step sisters of Cinderella, Portia and Ferrerra.**

   "Why is that unfortunate?," Ginger said uneasily.

   Portia demonstrated, stepping up to the lovely, naked cat girl. 
Ginger's beautiful blue eyes widened to their biggest as she shouted in
horror, "A girl is touching my boobs!!"

   "Not again!," Jeannie shouted as Ferrerra took hold of her breasts. 
Ferrerra maintained a grip on one of Jeannie's beautiful rounders as her
other hand reached over to take hold of one of Jinx's pretty pert titties
at the same time.  Portia followed suit and all three pussy sisters had
their boobs in the hands of these mean girls, Jinx being fondled by them
both at once.  Jinx tried to work up a good hiss, but her embarrassment by
now was so complete that she couldn't manage to work up the rage. 
Ferrerra's hand ran down her belly and reached that silky bush.  A moment
later Portia was also getting a grope of her beaver.  Ferrerra started
working her way down the row of beautiful bare butts, touching and
squeezing each.  As it had happened already, the three poor girls were put
through a series of thorough fondlings.  Jeannie swallowed her pride enough
(at this point an easy thing to do) to ask, "Are you going to at least
unlock us when you're done?"

   "Sure thing," Portia said, greedily squeezing a boob in one hand a butt
cheek in the other.  At length, the two evil sisters were true to their
word, undoing Jeannie's handcuffs before making a quick get away, not
certain that once the three were freed that vengeance might not ensue. 
With their two tormentors gone though, the three sexy kitties felt nothing
more than the need to get home and get dressed.