"Got some?"
She giggled.
"Never mind."
She put her arm around my waist and began walking with me towards my house.
"Come on, honey,” she said sweetly, “let Little Red Riding Hood take good care of you."
I smiled at her.
"You are so very kind."
* * * *
As she tucked me into my bed, she pulled the covers up close to my face, and as she leaned over, I couldn't help but notice her ample breasts straining against the material. She caught me looking and smiled.
"Like them?” she asked.
"I … I'm so embarrassed,” I stuttered, “they were right in my face and I couldn't help…"
She stopped me.
"Maybe you'd like to see them close up."
She unbuttoned the sweater and pulled it open. Her perfectly formed, perfectly sized bosom fell out in front of my eyes. Her large nipples were as pink as the carnations we had passed on our walk down the forest path and they stuck out like brand new pencil erasers.
"Red…” I began.
"Shhh … suck,” she whispered.
I took a deep breath.
"Please leave."
Her eyes widened.
"What?"
I took another deep breath.
"Please leave."
Her eyes became moist.
"Leave?"
"Please,” I continued weakly, “I could not take advantage, and I'm really not feeling well."
She leaned down into my face and sneered.
"You haven't begun to feel bad."
The drugs took over at that moment and I blacked out.
* * * *
It was several hours later when I woke up. Upon opening my weary eyes, I saw a person's form rummaging through my dresser. It took me a few blinks of my eyes to finally realize that it was Red. I cleared my throat of the grogginess and cobwebs, and attempted to speak.
"What are you doing?” I asked.
She turned to face me and smiled.
"Looking for money, jewels, you know, something of value,” she confessed.
I thought her confession of pilfering through my private quarters was a bit brazen, given the fact that I was a six-foot wolf and she was a five-foot human, but I quickly realized why she had such a calm exterior. As I began to rise from the bed, I found that I was shackled to the bedposts by handcuffs.
"What are you doing?!” I shouted, now quite in control of my senses, “Why am I cuffed to the bed?!"
"Now, wolfie,” she cooed, “how would I be able to steal from you if you were running around loose? Just relax. I'll be finished soon."
"You harlot!” I yelled at her. “How dare you come into my home, posing as this Good Samaritan, and then steal my belongings from me!"
"Careful, wolfie,” she chuckled, “I wouldn't be calling someone names in your condition, if I were you."
"What condition?” I huffed.
"Your naked condition."
I looked down in horror. She had taken my pants and underwear off (yes, 21st century wolves wear clothing), had stroked me to erection while I slept, and then had placed some sort of black elastic band around my genitals to keep it sustained. I was hard and couldn't even will it to go down. She picked up a knife and began to walk towards me.
"And now since I think I've everything I want from the house, I'll take a little piece of you."
My face went pale and I began digging my heels into the mattress in my attempt to try to move up the bed to get away from her.
"No! No! Please!” I screamed, “Take what you want from the house, but please don't take that!"
She laughed and put down the knife.
"Relax, wolfie,” she told me, “I'm going to take what I want, but you'll enjoy it as much as I do."
She got on the bed with me, then unbuttoned her sweater again and stuck her breasts in my face.
"Suck them,” she ordered cruelly, “and if you bite my titties, I swear I'll use that knife on you."
I wrapped my lips around my nipple and began nursing them, moving from one to the other as I did when I was a cub and would nuzzle my mother. It wasn't totally unpleasant, but I just wanted this over with, to be uncuffed, and for her to be out of my house.