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Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2012 10:36 am
by LRRHLover
My first attempt at a vore story, so of course I chose the subject nearest and dearest to me. In some ways it is a very atypical vore story, and as such won't be to everybody's taste, so to speak. I also will probably revise it and possibly expand it to a much longer length in the future. But for now, here's a Little Red appetizer:

Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

Written by: LRRHLover

One morning, not so long ago, the sun rose, signaling the start of a new day. Waking up with this sunrise, as always, was a beautiful young woman, a stunning picture of grace and femininity. She was twenty years old, still exceedingly youthful but having entered maturity early enough to have become a true specimen by now. She had long, flowing black hair, rosy cheeks, and an ample bosom, the highlight of her immaculately curvy body. Needless to say, she was somebody who would have attracted attention everywhere she went, and she did. But she also stood out on account of her distinctive red cape and hood. You see, her mother doted excessively on her daughter from birth, and had determined that her little girl would always be special. Even though her beauty was enough to set her apart from every other girl, she was given this cape and hood to wear and identify herself as the crown jewel of the community. For many years, she had been known as Little Red Riding Hood.

Little Red was certainly not entirely naive, and she had learned to become well aware of her power over men, but her childish nickname and her regular costume had prolonged her own childhood. She was not yet married, although she had turned down several proposals and was currently being courted by at least half a dozen prospective husbands. Though none of them had taken her fancy, she was certain that someday she wanted to have a loving husband and then have children with him, just as her mother and grandmother before her. At the moment though, she was content to live her life at her own pace, one day at a time.

Today was to be a happy day, because it was time to pay another visit to her Grandmother who lived deep in the woods. Usually for these visits, she was accompanied by one of her suitors, as it made an appropriate date, and the gentleman ensured her safety during the journey. However, it always got rather boring, and the visit would always end up revolving around both Little Red and her grandmother making small talk with the guest. Little Red would much rather have the time alone with her grandmother, whom she loved dearly, and she always enjoyed hearing stories of times long since past.

Today was her chance, as none of her current suitors were able to accompany her into the woods. She came into the kitchen and kissed her mother goodbye. Her mother reminded her not to talk to any strangers, because they were not to be trusted, especially considering the girl's beauty and innocence. She then presented her with a basket of food and a bottle of wine for Little Red's grandmother, who had not been feeling particularly well these last few weeks.

Excited for her journey, Little Red Riding Hood left the cottage and set off for her grandmother's.

Little did she know what was awaiting her in the darkness of the forest. A hungry wolf, who had not had a full meal in several days, prowled in the shadows, hoping to come across something to satisfy his considerable appetite. To his delight, he heard a young female voice singing sweetly in the distance. His ears perked up and he made his way closer, but not so close as to be spotted before he was ready.

Finally he saw her. Oh, but he had never seen a human girl such as this! She was absolutely perfect. Her radiance lit up the dark and gloomy woods. Her angelic face and soothing singing voice almost distracted him from the plentiful flesh he was getting an eyeful of. Her rounded breasts heaved as she skipped merrily along the path. The wolf licked his lips. Such a bountiful feast would be enough to feed an entire family of wolves, he thought to himself. But no! She is mine, all mine. I shall gorge myself on her until there is not a bit of her left.

But....how would the wolf manage to get his dinner? He was quite fearful of the woodcutters who had an annoying habit of popping up at the wrong time. If she screamed loudly enough, he would become well-acquainted with the axes that these men carried. No, no....he would need to utilize all of his cunning to isolate her somehow, far away from anybody who could help her.

He decided to approach her and try his luck. "Good day, young lady," he greeted her courteously. Little Red gasped and turned as white as a sheet when she saw the large carnivore in the path. She stammered, "Good day to you," but she kept moving.

"Oh, my dear," the wolf continued, blocking her way. "Why must you be in such a hurry?"

"I'm afraid I cannot talk to you, Mr. Wolf. I made a promise to my mother never to talk to strangers."

The wolf had heard that one before, but it had never yet made him give up. There was always a way. In this case, he thought he knew the right card to play. He whimpered sadly, "Nobody ever wants to stop to chat. They think wolves are evil, loathsome creatures. But not all of us are like that." He took a few steps away from the path and plopped himself down in the grass, turning away from Little Red, ashamed of himself.

Little Red was taken aback by the wolf's response. She had never considered that here might be a really kind soul, who might be lonely and just want to chat for a few minutes. Somewhat cautiously, she set down the basket and took a step towards the wolf. "I'm sorry," she began. "I did not mean to hurt your feelings, really."

"It's ok, don't worry about me, I'm used to it. Now please just go."

Little Red almost felt like crying. "No, really! You're a nice wolf." She came over to him and patted him on the head.

This was almost too much for the wolf, who now had his prize right where he wanted her. A few minutes and it would all be over, and he could probably get away with it. But the basket aroused his curiosity....perhaps there was another way. "And where are you taking the basket?" he asked her.

"To my grandmother's, she lives here in the woods," the girl foolishly replied. "She's not feeling well, so I'm bringing her some food and wine, and I will keep her company all afternoon."

Immediately, the wolf formulated a plan in his mind. He knew exactly where to go and how to get there quickly. But he still needed a way to get a head start on the young woman. "Have you seen these pretty flowers?" the wolf asked Little Red, gesturing with his head. "They might make a nice surprise for your grandmother as well."

Little Red hesitated again. She wondered why this wolf was taking such a keen interest in her and her activities. But she realized that the flowers would be much appreciated by her ailing relation. She thanked the wolf and moved towards the flower bed.

As Little Red bent over to examine the flowers, the wolf stole a glimpse beneath her skirt. Her lily-white derriere stared him in the face, looking to him like two plump and juicy hams. He could feel his stomach rumbling with anticipation, and he vowed to himself to save the best part for last. "Young lady, have a pleasant journey," he politely said to her, and with that, he bounded off towards the shortcut he knew about.

Little Red turned around to thank the wolf, but he had already disappeared. She thought it was a bit odd that he had taken leave of her so quickly, but maybe he had spotted some prey or something and had to catch it. Little did she know...

In only five minutes, the wolf arrived at the cottage belonging to the girl's grandmother. He was well-aware of the old woman who lived here. Now he just had to figure out how to get her out of his way. He saw the door was ajar, and so he nudged it open the rest of the way slowly, with his snout. Immediately, he saw his problem was solved. The girl's poor grandmother lay motionless on the floor. The wolf rushed towards the body and listened for a heartbeat, a pulse, any sign of life. Nothing. She was gone.

Even if he had wanted to, and he didn't want to, the wolf realized he didn't have time to eat the old woman's body. Besides, why settle for fast food when you would be having steak in a few minutes anyway? Thinking quickly, the wolf dragged the body into the closet opposite the bed, and slammed the door shut. Then he heard Little Red's voice sweetly singing in the distance once more.

In a flash, the wolf ran towards the bed and jumped into it, pulling the covers over himself. He wouldn't be able to pull this off for long, and so he had to make his move quickly. He practiced a disguised voice, though he had no idea what the old woman sounded like. He hoped he was close enough.

In a few seconds he heard a knock on the door, which he had luckily remembered to close. "Come in, dearie!" the wolf called, in his faux-Granny voice.

Little Red Riding Hood stepped into the cottage and the wolf again couldn't believe her extreme beauty. She closed the door behind her and he saw her lock it. His position could not be more advantageous. "Please come closer, child," he beseeched his prey.

"Oh Grandmother, I missed you so much!" Little Red began, but then stopped dead in her tracks. Her expression changed from elated to quizzical, as she slowly walked closer to the bed. "Grandmother, you don't look well," she said. "What big eyes you have!"

The wolf slyly thought to himself that it might be fun to play with his food before he ate it. "Oh, all the better to see you with, my dear." He could see her all right. Every inch of her, and it all belonged to him. His heart started beating wildly.

Little Red exclaimed in surprise, "What awfully big ears you have!"

"Mmmm.....all the better to hear you with, my dear." The wolf realized how lucky he was, indeed, to be the last person to ever hear her singsong voice.

"But Grandmother," Little Red continued, "What big hands you have!"

"Oh, child! All the better to hug you with!" He was ready to hug her, to envelop her in her final, fatal embrace. This was it, it was time. The void in his stomach would finally be filled.

Little Red Riding Hood was now standing at the foot of the bed. "Grandmother!" she shouted, "What big, terrible teeth you have!"

The wolf couldn't help himself from laughing. "All the better to....EAT YOU WITH!"

Little Red's eyes grew wide with terror as she recognized the figure in the bed as the carnivorous beast she had encountered earlier. Too late, she remembered her mother's warning. Those words now rang in her head, almost mocking her. In her carelessness, she had disobeyed, and now she would pay a severe price for it. In only a split second, the wolf leapt from the bed and pounced on the poor, helpless young woman. She was knocked over onto the floor. The wolf was now a completely different creature, with ferocity in his eyes, his teeth bared in a triumphant grin. As Little Red was only inches away from the wolf's teeth, her mind was racing too fast to even scream, much less form any words. The wolf, knowing he had won, looked into the eyes of his victim. They were full of confusion and fear. It was clear that this girl, so beautiful, so full of life and energy, was not prepared to die, and she had never even come to terms with her own mortality.

Little Red was in fact doing just that. Her thoughts turned to the things she loved. She remembered her mother's face, she thought of her first kiss. She realized she loved life and didn't want it to be over. What was going to happen to her? Was this creature really going to...eat her? As in, literally put her in its mouth and chew and swallow her? Like she was a piece of meat? It wasn't possible. She was the prettiest girl in the village and she knew it. She was in the prime of life, and if she wanted to, she could make any man do what she pleased. But she was finding out that none of that mattered. As of today, all she amounted to was nourishment for a hungry wolf. It seemed to her like such a waste, though it surely didn't seem so for the wolf. She was so frightened about what was to come. What happens to you when you die? As the wolf ripped her red hood off with his razor-sharp teeth, she began shaking uncontrollably, terrified of what those teeth would feel like in just a few seconds. She glanced quickly at the wolf's belly and realized that it was to be her tomb. And this is when she finally screamed.

Hearing her desperate cries, the wolf realized he had already taken too much time, and the moment had arrived for his meal to begin. To silence her screaming, he snapped at her, not even an inch from her nose. The beautiful tear-streaked face froze, and looked imploringly at him one last time. In that brief silence, Little Red heard a noise....the wolf's belly growling. "Oh no," she managed to choke out. "No, no, no, no, no.....I'm not ready. Please no...."

Unmoved, the wolf licked his chops. He flashed a broad smile at his prey. "Dinner is served," he whispered in her ear. She gasped. He opened his jaws wide....

...Twenty minutes later, the wolf was lying in bed, so full he couldn't even begin to adjust his position. It was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten, and though he had begun ravenously, he later had taken his time savoring the succulent taste of the voluptuous young woman. He grabbed a toothpick from the bedside table and began to idly pick his teeth, still enjoying the leftover taste of Little Red Riding Hood. He looked down at his bloated, bulging belly, which was full to bursting. She had been such a big dinner, maybe he could have tried to save some of her for another time, but that was probably more of a hassle than it was worth. He rested his paw on his enormous belly and patted it contentedly. He glanced around the room, and saw Little Red's clothes and a few bits of hair here and there. But that was all that remained. The wolf burped loudly, and then chuckled to himself. He hoped he would come across many gorgeous young ladies in his woods in the future, and he was sure that he would have many more such feasts. But he knew that none would never satisfy him quite like this. The wolf reached down and grabbed the little red hood that had belonged to the girl who was now in his belly, gone forever. "Ah, Little Red," he sighed as he dabbed his mouth with the hood. "As long as I live, I shall never forget you."

THE END.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2012 10:50 am
by 4ofSwords
Very nicely written! You have a few nice tweaks to freshen up the classic. Welcome to the site!

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2012 11:19 pm
by SomeSortofLiar
I like it. Well written and engaging. I do wish that we got to hear a bit about the actual vore, but that's personal preference rather than anything I'd say is an actual problem.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:28 am
by l337kitten
Is this hardvore? I'd kinda rather not read if it is... >>

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 2:16 am
by CharlieC
l337kitten wrote:Is this hardvore? I'd kinda rather not read if it is... >>


Yeah, but only implied. Go ahead and read it, it's very nicely done.

I would have liked to see an actual vore scene instead of just going straight to the aftermath, but as it is it's still a very nice job.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 4:27 am
by LRRHLover
lolno wrote:
l337kitten wrote:Is this hardvore? I'd kinda rather not read if it is... >>


Yeah, but only implied. Go ahead and read it, it's very nicely done.

I would have liked to see an actual vore scene instead of just going straight to the aftermath, but as it is it's still a very nice job.
Yeah, this is exactly why I said it was an unorthodox vore story, because I deliberately skipped the details of the actual consumption. I knew this would disappoint many, if not most, of the readers on this site, but I did this for a couple of, I think, valid reasons. I'd rather not explain these reasons in full until more people have had a chance to read the story, but I will say that describing the wolf's big meal in great detail has been done before, by more experienced vore writers, and better than I could ever hope to do! Maybe someday I'll change my mind and add that scene, one never knows. But thank you for the kind words.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 5:36 am
by MisterEbony
Will you be doing a sequel to this?

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:10 pm
by LRRHLover
MisterEbony wrote:Will you be doing a sequel to this?
Hmmm....I don't know, what kind of sequel did you have in mind? It doesn't seem like there's much more of a story for poor Little Red at this point. If, however, you meant will I be making additions/revisions to this story, or writing other unrelated stories, I would say those are both possibilities.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:20 pm
by CharlieC
LRRHLover wrote:
MisterEbony wrote:Will you be doing a sequel to this?
Hmmm....I don't know, what kind of sequel did you have in mind? It doesn't seem like there's much more of a story for poor Little Red at this point. If, however, you meant will I be making additions/revisions to this story, or writing other unrelated stories, I would say those are both possibilities.

Well, the end of the story seemed to suggest that you weren't done with the wolf. I can see him going after other classic fairy tale girls who entered his forest, like Snow White or Gretel.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:26 pm
by Bright
I think it was a nice read.

Though skipping over the vore scene allows one both to enjoy a hard and soft version of it. (Imagining it at least.)

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:47 pm
by CanisLupisVulpe
I enjoyed it, and there's nothing wrong with skipping out on the vore scene.

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:01 am
by LordStorm
Ahhhh Red Riding Hood....one of my favorite vore scenarios :-D Very good job on this....and yes...sometime the cut to post eating can be just as good...if not better then going into detail :-D I must say...you also made Red sound quite tasty :wink:

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:36 am
by KingdomOfGray
LRRHLover wrote:
MisterEbony wrote:Will you be doing a sequel to this?
Hmmm....I don't know, what kind of sequel did you have in mind? It doesn't seem like there's much more of a story for poor Little Red at this point. If, however, you meant will I be making additions/revisions to this story, or writing other unrelated stories, I would say those are both possibilities.

it could be possible to use the same wolf in other fairy tail-based stories, the three little pigs for example. or the one with the 7 goats ( I'm not 100% familiar with this one, so my info may be inaccurate.)

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Wed May 02, 2018 11:08 am
by minakotomoka14
My goodness, that was amazing! I loved it!

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Thu May 03, 2018 3:53 am
by blergle
Very nicely done, thank you for sharing. I like that you skipped the details. As Bright said, that allows imagination to fill in what the reader might prefer best. :)

Re: Little Red and the Wolf: A Fatal Encounter

PostPosted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 9:10 am
by JuicyPeach
Really really good story!! Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it here!! I agree with some people that wanted to hear maybe just a *tiny* bit more detail of how she ended up getting eaten, but I think it was wonderful just the way it was too :)