Mrs. Red Riding Hood, THIS TIME, IT'S PERSONAL! Part 2.

PUPPY LOVE

Chapter 4. Friends.

They spent the evening enjoying the fruit, and sharing their personal stories.

He learnt that she had been afraid of the Forest since she was little. Mr. Hunter, the village trapper, that pompous fool had made himself look important by telling terrifying stories of fantastic creatures of the Forest. Only need drove her into the Forest, as her family was poor.

She learnt that Wolf was vegetarian, a disaffected poet that had left the city to get in touch with his roots and find the peace and inspiration to write again. He was a pacifist and endured the harsh months of winter with sun-dried fruit and mushrooms, as well as nuts gathered in autumn.

After he said his goodbyes to her that day, he thought to himself, 'this could be the beginning of a wonderful friendship'.

Chapter 5. Riding in the Forest.

The summer days had started to shorten. Mary has had Wolf's keen nose to help her find the best gooseberries, raspberries and blackberries. As Autumn approached, Wolf started to seek truffles out, which he shared with his newfound friend.

There had been a downpour the previous night. Mary decided to have an early start with the mushroom hunt. Dressed in the new cape she had bought, she headed down the now-familiar deer trails.

As she stooped to pick a mushroom, she found herself toppled by a heavy weight thrown at her. It was Wolf.

-"What's wrong with you? I thought you promised not to hurt me!"

-"Promise me not to get mushrooms without me. That one REEKS of poison. I thought I'd loose you and it was just too much for me."

Mary grabbed Wolf by the ruff and kissed him gently on his chops. Her hands slid along his fur, as his tongue explored her.

Chapter 6. Lovers.

The Autumn was the season of their trysts. As the stags proclaimed their prowess with bellows and rattling their antlers, Mary and Wolf explored all the avenues of their pleasure.

She found him a generous lover. So much so, that her screams of climax were starting to attract the wrong kind of attention.

The first snow found them in the throes of their passion, with their tongues wrapped around each other's...