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 [i]Be careful![/i]

   Little Red Riding Hood's mother's parting words sprung instinctively to
mind when she heard something rustle behind a bush.  Why did she have to go
visit her boring granny anyway?  Her mother and father weren't going, but
when she pointed that out, her mother reminded her how much she likes to
see her granddaughter.

   The ground crunched beneath Little Red Riding Hood's feet, but she
thought she heard a sound from elsewhere.  After she stopped walking,
footsteps had continued for a moment.  She glanced nervously behind her
down the 8 foot wide trail until a curve.  [i]No one[/i] she comforted her
self, although she wished she were less conspicuous.  She had on a bright
red hood with a dress.  The white dress with its inch-spaced, thin red
lines hung down to just above her knees.  She clutched the basket full of
assorted cookies for grandma closer and tentatively began walking again.

   She turned around quickly when she heard another pair of foot steps
resume with her's, but once again the woods were motionless.  [i]Only a
little way farther to grandma's[/i] she thought.  [i]Almost there.[/i]

   She turned a sharp right corner in the trail, and out of the corner of
her right eye, she saw a dark blob move.  Surely she was just paranoid. 
She looked back, [i]You're imagining things!  You're almost there![/i] She
kept walking, but the second pair of footsteps no longer matched her's. 
Deciding she was either crazy or being followed, she wheeled her entire
body around.

   She screamed her lungs out in one shrill shriek and froze in fear.  The
wolf looked back like it hadn't wanted to be seen, but now would be a
perfect time anyway.  It was about 6 feet tall, but had it stood straight,
it would've been closer to 7.  30 yards away, she could see its entire body
was covered in dark gray hair.  A long snarling snout sagged open with a
tongue hanging hungrily out of ivory-white teeth.  Broad shoulders
dominated almost half the path way, and large, lanky arms hung down easily
beating twice the size of a grown man's thigh.  At the end of the powerful
arms were long, spindly fingers with long, dark nails at their ends.  They,
like the rest of its body, were coated with coarse hair.  Its body tapered
down to two feet wide hips, which hooked to his legs before re-widening. 
His legs were massive, almost as big as a small child, and they bent oddly
back, like he was about to sit, a sign he had once been an animal that
walked on all fours.  His hoofs were the opposite of his hands.  His hands
had developed into controlable fingers, more closely related to a human
than wolf, but his hoofs were still almost entirely wolf.  They were
identical to a dog or wolf's foot except on a much larger scale.

   Little Red Riding Hood stood there waiting to wake up out of this
nightmare.  Maybe when she woke up her mother would be there having heard
her screaming to tell her everything was OK.  Her insides were racing; she
felt like crying, but couldn't move.  The wolf was supposed to be a legend.
It had to be a dream!  [i]Wake up![/i] she screamed in her head barely
hearing it through the drowning fear.

   The wolf flung down it's arms taking the offensive, and, using its arms
as another pair of feet, it started wildly freight-training towards Little
Red Riding Hood.  Her paralysis was released, and she turned to run, the 30
yard gap already shortening.  She feared for her life like a person at the
bottom of the ocean out of air.  She ran as fast as she could, her mind a
scared blank, but the wolf's piston-like limbs easily closed the gap.

   3 yards behind her.  Little Red Riding Hood turned around, and the wolf
was right behind her.  She could see its face, a blank slate except for
deep, animal hunger.  When she was looking back, a 2 foot thick fallen tree
had managed to escape her notice.  She tripped over it roughly, tearing the
skin off of her leg.  The wolf was over her before she even fell.  Its
strong hands and long fingernails gashed into her back, holding her in
place over the log.  Little Red Riding Hood kept waiting for the wolf to
bite into her.  She clamped her eyes shut waiting for the pain to come. 
Waiting for the wolf to feed.  Waiting to wake up screaming.  The wolf
leaned forward casually and smelled her.  His legs pinned hers to the rough
bark, and her upper body was pinned by his strong hands.  His legs felt
rough and prickly against the backs of hers, and goose bumps appeared just
from touching him.

   Little Red Riding Hood screamed when she felt a sharp pain cut into her
back, and she was expecting to die.  The pain quickly receded as the wolf
had merely clipped her back when trying to cut the back of her dress with
his clumsy hands.  Was it a wolf that didn't eat clothes?  Or....

   The wolf tore the dress off with Little Red Riding Hood screaming,
kicking and punching the entire time.  Finally, Little Red Riding Hood was
wearing just panties and shoes, the red hood having fallen off.  Her
stomach was scratched and it felt like it was bleeding from the rough tree
she was being pushed and pulled over.  Leaning slightly up, the wolf ripped
off her panties with his nails, and she flailed naked under him.

   He leaned forward, and Little Red Riding Hood sank as his hands rested
like pillars on the ground, creating a cage around her.  She could feel his
400 pound body on top of hers, and she could barely breath from being
smashed into the log.  Something on her back felt odd.  Not like the rest
of the wolf.  She felt hair on it, but it wasn't quite as rough as the rest
of the hair on his body.  Also, what ever it was, it was long and felt
oddly circular.  The mystery object disappeared from her back after a
second as the wolf shifted around.  Little Red Riding Hood continued
screaming feebly, but the screaming was harder.  Blood rushed to her head
as she leaned over the log, and breathing was labored.

   Little Red Riding Hood screamed continued to scream as the mysterious
object reappeared.  It pushed into her right butt cheek for a moment before
the wolf shifted, keeping his hands on the ground and his chest pushed onto
Little Red Riding Hood's back.  The object appeared at Little Red Riding
Hood's vagina, and she volcanoed inside.  She had no idea what was going
on, but she knew that was her 'private part'.  What ever the wolf was
doing, she wanted badly for it to stop.  Her knees lifted off of the
ground, and her legs began kicking, but she couldn't touch the wolf.

   The wolf's penis had followed after his human side.  Of all the mammals,
humans have the largest penis to bodysize ratio, and the massive wolf was
no exception.  Compared to his body size, the wolf's cock was porportioned
about right, but 9 very thick inches was huge, especially for a little
girl.

   Unlike a human, or a wolf for that matter, the wolf's cock was coated in
hair.  It wasn't close to his body like with wolfs; it was free hanging,
like on a human male, and being out like that was possibly why it was
covered in hair.

   Little Red Riding Hood continued flailing as hair on the mysterious
object prickled her lips.  She flailed even harder when she felt the object
begin to move forward.

   The wolf's cock tore through her like a knife through layers of plastic
wrap.  When she screamed, her voice was the loudest yet, so loud it hurt
the wolf's ears.  He leaned forward slightly pissed off at the screaming,
and, lifting one hand up for a minute, he smacked Little Red Riding Hood in
the back of the head.  Her head swam, and she fell silent for a moment, but
the screaming continued as the wolf pressed forward again.

   Little Red Riding Hood could feel blood on the tender, stretched skin,
and the wolf's pricky hair poked into her, even from the tip of his penis.
The wolf wasn't even halfway in when Little Red Riding Hood felt his cock
resting against some form of wall.  She wasn't sure what it was, but
somewhere inside of her, she could feel his cock resting on a thick
membrane-like muscular wall.

   The wolf pushed his crossed forearms down on the back of Little Red
Riding Hood's neck, and her head turned as her face was pushed into the
moist dirt.  The moment seemed so animalistic to the wolf, so lust filled.
Little Red Riding Hood was bent over the log so that her ass stuck into the
air, with the wolf's cock resting in her.  It seemed so dirty, but so
simple in it's nature.  So natural.

   An animalistic lust flooded through the wolf as he held her like that,
and soon Little Red Riding Hood tried to scream but found her self unable.
Like a nail from a nail gun, the wolf thrusted down forcing her into the
log, knocking her air out.  After she was pressed firmly against the log,
his thrust kept going, and in one fluid motion, his body was touching
her's. Her cervix had been broken, and she could feel blood pooling inside
of her around his cock.  Her insides felt equivalent to someone ripping
part of her arm off.  The wolf began thrusting roughly in and out of the
poor girl, and, having caught her breath, she screamed like she was being
tortured in hell the whole time.  Her eyes were full of tears from physical
pain and emotional despair.  She kept wanting to wake up, but she knew this
was no dream.  Her mind wasn't sick enough to think of this.  She hadn't
even known what was going on.

   Just as much as Little Red Riding Hood was in hell, the wolf was in
heaven.  The girl's pussy was extremely tight.  The vagina is like an empty
balloon.  It's walls touch, but it stretches to accommodate what ever
occupies it.  For the wolf, his cock was far too big, and even after
stretching, Little Red Riding Hood's pussy was much too small.  The size
deficit was transfered to tightness for the wolf, and his bloody, slimy
cock thrusted in and out of Little Red Riding Hood.  He could feel the
blood on it, and that aroused him further.  Looking straight ahead,
motionless, ignoring Little Red Riding Hood's screaming and pleading, the
wolf thrusted until he got his fill.  His cock began pulsing, and his pumps
temporarily hastened.  Little Red Riding Hood was confused.  What was going
on?  He slowed drastically, easing her pain slightly, and she could feel
his penis pulse.  She could feel something warm join the blood, but
quickly, it was lost in the blood.

   The wolf thrusted a few more times before Little Red Riding Hood felt
his cock leave her ruptured pussy.  He could feel blood coating his cock
and even on his groin, but that was to be attended to later.

   For now, he was hungry.  Little Red Riding Hood had forgotten her fears
of being eaten, and, having sensed her current ordeal as being over, her
muscles relaxed, and she laid on the log tired.  Her screams stopped for a
moment, but they renewed even stronger when the wolf shifted so that it was
sitting on her back on the log.  He was facing towards her legs now.

   He slid his rough finger inside of her, and his nail cut at her insides.
That wasn't what he wanted though.  He pulled his finger out and licked the
blood off before reaching down and grabbing her right leg.  She tried to
kick it free of his grasp, but she could barely move it he was so strong.
She felt one hand grab her knee and press it to the ground to hold it
steady, and his other hand grabbed her shoe.  The second hand twisted
violently, and Little Red Riding Hood screamed in unimaginable pain as her
knee cap broke all around and her bones tore loose, held only loosely now
by ligaments and skin.  Little Red Riding Hood screamed again, and tears
were flowing steadily down her face as the wolf broke her other knee.  He
returned to the first leg and leaned over to bite into it.

   Little Red Riding Hood felt his razor sharp teeth tear into her kneecap,
bone and all as he clamped his teeth down.  He pinned her leg with both
arms and tore his head back, causing her leg to flap crudely into the air,
her calf now separated from her knee.  Blood spurted out of her stump for a
second, but it was replaced by a steady stream as the pressure become more
stable.  The wolf did the same thing to her other leg, and he set both legs
aside for later.

   He turned to face her hands, and he grabbed her right arm behind her
back.  He twisted it until he heard a pop, and he repeated the process for
the left arm.  Little Red Riding Hood continued sobbing and she screamed
constantly from the unearthly pain.  At both knees she could feel blood
flowing all over her, and she kept trying to move her legs, but she knew
they were gone.  Her broken arms ached as they laid on the ground, and the
wolf stood up surveying his victim.  He got on all-4s and looked down into
Little Red Riding Hood's face.  Her face was tear streaked, and she looked
more scared than anything he had seen in his life.

   The fear in his eyes was the ultimate aphrodisiac.  He wanted her again
after seeing how scared and pathetic she was.

   The wolf didn't bother pinning her down as it got behind her again.  It
could feel the blood on its legs and knees from Little Red Riding Hood, but
it didn't mind.  If anything, the wolf liked the blood.  It even hungered
for it.

   The wolf's cock pushed against Little Red Riding Hood's pussy, but it
decided her cunt was fucked and torn beyond pleasure.  Through her pain
cloud, Little Red Riding Hood shrieked when she felt the wolf's blood
coated, rock hard, cock push against her asshole.  She tried to struggle,
but her ghost limbs didn't respond, and her arms shot with unimaginable
pain when she tried to move them.

   The wolf leaned forward poising him self over Little Red Riding Hood
again, and he began thrusting.  It couldn't fit its entire cock inside of
her asshole, but he sure as hell tried.  He thrusted forward ruthlessly and
slid out before pistoning back again.  The pain was unbearable for Little
Red Riding Hood.  Her knees were leaking blood and were severed.  They
stung and ached like a million bee stings.  Her arms were broken at the
shoulder most likely, and they felt just as bad as her knees.  Her asshole
burned and ached as the wolf abused it, and inside she felt useless.  She
knew at this point struggling was futile and that she had lost.  She also
knew she would die a slow painful death.  A slow, lonely, painful death. 
Her pain flooded mind floated to her grandmother, and it seemed like a
different girl who had not wanted to go see her that morning.  She would've
given anything to see her just one more time at that moment, but that
wasn't a choice any more.

   After a minute, Little Red Riding Hood turned to wanting it to just be
over.  Her insides burned with desire, and all she wanted was for it to
simply end.  She wanted to die.  She wanted to ask God what the fuck was
wrong with him if he was real.  She wanted the pain to end.  She wanted the
emotions to end.

   The wolf stopped his pelvic thrusts for a moment, and Little Red Riding
Hood could feel his snout against her right arm.  She screamed as he bit
into her forearm.  He let the arm drop onto her back, and the pelvic
thrusts began again, slightly awkward, as he leaned forward to grab the arm
again.  He bit into the hand, and Little Red Riding Hood could feel him
chewing.  She could feel nerves being pierced, torn apart and disconnected.
She could feel the still connected nerves burning because their neighbors
were gone, and she could feel the warm liquid she knew was crimson on her
back as it leaked down.  The wolf ate her entire hand bone and all, but her
wrist and forearm bones were too thick for him to bite through.

   When the wolf grabbed the other arm, Little Red Riding Hood fought this
time.  He stopped pumping again for a moment, letting his cock rest in
Little Red Riding Hood's asshole as he nuzzled forward.  Little Red Riding
Hood swung her arm despite the pain, but the swing was weak.  The blood
loss was starting to get to her, and between it and the pain, she was light
headed and felt like she was in the clouds.  The pain was still there, but
it was farther away, like she wasn't feeling it directly.  She wondered if
that was some feebly offered Salvation.

   She felt the sliding in her rectum resume, and she could feel the skin
muscle and bone from her left hand being crushed.  The human body has
between 350 and 206 bones, with a infant having 350, and those later fusing
to make 206 in an adult.  Of those bones, nearly half are in the feet and
hands.  Each hand has 17 bones in it, not counting the wrist, and Little
Red Riding Hood could feel each of those bones snap inbetween the wolf's
invincible teeth.  Every time he bit down on her hand or thrusted forward
another time she screamed and her sobbing temporarily worsened.

   After a moment, the wolf let the hand fall from his blood coated mouth,
and he concentrated on humping.  His huge legs pumped back and forth. 
Little Red Riding Hood's entire body seared with pain, but she was starting
to drift from consciousness.  Her vision was begining to blur, and her
thoughts were less clear.  At least the pain wasn't as bad.

   The wolf gave a slight howl as he shot deep into Little Red Riding
Hood's ass.  She could remotely feel the cum sitting in her rectum, but
that was worlds away.  As the wolf slumped onto the ground after
ejaculating, Little Red Riding Hood finally passed out.

   The wolf layed on his back for a moment with his cock still half hard.
Once his cock had entirely shrank and he had rested for a moment and
regained his composure, he crawled back over to Little Red Riding Hood.  He
rolled her onto the flat ground, and he bit into her side.  He enjoyed the
lean abdominal muscle, and he tried to drink the blood as it flooded all
over the place.  He ate from her side using his fingers to pick meat off of
her bones.  He wrapped his mouth around her entire neck from the right side
after he had picked her right side clean, and he chomped his teeth down
like a car crusher.  His teeth hit her spine, and he tried to keep biting,
but he couldn't bite through it.  He bit the side of her throat off
including her jugular and chewed it briefly before swallowing.  He did the
same for the other side.

   Little Red Riding Hood's pulse was extremely weak now.  She had lost
almost 90% of her blood, and half of her body was gone.  As the wolf bit
into her stomach, enough blood came out so that her heart entirely stopped.
He ate the fatty tissue and hollowed her abdomen down to her back without
resistance.  He tried to get up under her ribcage with his bloody snout,
but he had to use his hands to pull her lungs heart and liver down.  He ate
at her organs and remembered her legs.  He cleaned them, roughly tearing at
the prime calf meat.  He ate her thighs after that.  He picked what meat he
had left from earlier, and then, he declared the feast over to him self.

   He was just about to leave when he rolled her over and ate her butt
cheeks.  They were full of blood and fat, but they tasted decent.

   Leaving the face down, mostly eaten, raped body laying on the ground
unceremoniously, the wolf left the spot headed for the nearest place he
knew of the river at.

   After a short, energetic and rejuvanizing run, he arrived at the river
and jumped into the air, lightly falling into the shallows.  He licked what
the water didn't get off, and then he laid on the shore looking at the
water roll by.  He thought about Little Red Riding Hood and his loins
perked up.  He had eaten enough for a while, but he had a new hunger.  Just
like a dog who tastes sheep, he wanted more.  He needed more.  He would get
more.