Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood arrives at Grandma's Cottage. The Wolf, now disguised as Grandma and sat in bed, Invites her in. Red is completely oblivious to the fact that her grandma is actually the Big Bad Wolf...

As Little Red Riding Hood stepped into the dimly lit cottage, a sense of unease prickled at her skin. The air felt heavy, suffused with a strange energy that seemed to whisper warnings in her ears. she brushed aside her appreh, eager to see her grandmother.

"Grandma,'s me, Red," called out, her voice echoing the small, musty room. The figure in the bed stirred, its features obscured by shadows. A weak voice responded, "Come closer, my dear. I've been waiting for."

Red approached the bed cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. The figure before her wore her grandmother's nightgown, its frail form hidden beneath the covers. The scent of her grandmother's perfume hung in the air, mingled with an unfamiliar muskiness that made her nose twitch.

"Grandma, what big eyes you have," Red said, trying to peer into the figure's face. The Wolf smiled, its teeth gleaming ominously in the dim light. "All the better to see you with, my dear," it replied, its voice a low growl that sent shivers down Red's spine.

Unaware of the danger that lurked beneath the disguise, Red approached the bed, her innocence shielding her from the truth. The Wolf, sensing her trust, extended a hand, offering a plate of meat that had been left out for her. "Here, my dear, have some nourishment. You must be famished after your long journey."

Hungry and tired, Red accepted the plate, unaware that the meat she was about to consume was her own grandmother. She took a bite, the taste was unlike anything she had eaten before, she swallowed it down without suspicion. The Wolf watched her intently, its eyes glinting with a sinister hunger that matched its insatiable appetite.

Red finishes the meat, remarking that it was the best piece of meat she had ever eaten. The wolf says that she must be cold and wet from all the rain outside and instructs her to remove her clothes. The wolf askes her to remove her cape, then her bodice, then her dress, then her petticoat and then her stockings and finally her shoes.

Red, feeling a warmth spreading through her body from the meat, nodded in agreement with the Wolf's words. She began to unfasten the ties of her red cape, the fabric slipping off her shoulders and pooling at her feet. The room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with anticipation.

Next, Red untied her apron, the familiar sound of the strings being pulled echoing in the room. She unbuttoned her bodice, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and trust as she revealed more of herself to the Wolf. Her dress followed suit, slipping off her slender frame, leaving her in only her petticoat.

The Wolf's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as Red hesitated, her hands trembling. She glanced at the bed, where her grandmother's form lay motionless, a twisted smile playing on its lips. The Wolf's voice, now laced with a sinister sweetness, urged her on. "Don't be shy, my dear. Remove your petticoat and stockings. Come, lay beside me."

Red's heart raced, her mind clouded by the strange enchantment that seemed to surround her. She obeyed, slipping off her petticoat and then her stockings, her bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, her innocence stripped away piece by piece, as the Wolf's true intentions became clearer with each passing moment.