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Okay, I'm totally sorry for the REALLY long delay. I hit a speed bump and the car that is my imagination crapped out. I wrote a little every day, but wound up deleting most of what came to me. So I decided to push through to the end. The ending feels poor to me, but I can't think of a better one. So...sorry for the poor story. Next chapter will be better...I hope...

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The wolf held the book open before his three harem girls. "This book," he said, "is magic. When I read a story from it, I am instantly transported to that story." Red Riding Hood looked upon it in awe; the others had already known it was magic. "This is the Table of Contents," he continued. "It lists the stories in the book, the stories I can travel to. And here," he pointed to the ‘Revised' section, "is the list of stories that I've been to."

"That's not very many," said Red Riding Hood.

"That's very true. I haven't had the book for more than a few days, so I haven't gone very far. But the reason I'm showing you this is because I want you three to pick my next story."

"Really?!" asked Baby Bear, excitement plain in her voice. Rapunzel simply smiled, waiting for the wolf to continue.

"I want you three to pick one story for me to go to. That will be the story I find the next member of our little family. So go through the list and find a story you agree on. And no picking one I've already been to." His eyes flicked to Baby Bear, who looked disappointed. The narrator's voice in his ear told him that Baby Bear wanted her mama. The wolf decided he would go back for the older bear later. And perhaps Goldilocks as well. But that would come later.

"Is this agreeable to you both?" asked Rapunzel. The Big Bad Wolf turned his attention back to his girls, just in time to see the other two nod. Rapunzel looked up at him with a smile. "We choose this one," she said, pointing.

The wolf turned the book around and read the title aloud. "The Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf..." he read. "But I'M the Big Bad Wolf." He frowned.

Rapunzel giggled. "That's why I chose it! You shouldn't have to change too much of the story to get what you...what WE want. So you go in there and find someone new for us to play with." The grin she had gotten from her master graced her face. He fought the urge to drop the book, tackle her, and fuck her.

"Alright," he replied. "I'll go into this story and bring back someone knew. Be good while I'm gone."

"We will!" they chorused, having no idea that the story froze when he was away.

The Big Bad Wolf flipped the book over to the page he wanted. "Once upon a time..." he read, before fading out.

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The wolf looked around the new story. It was a bright, sunshiny day, and three pigs were building houses. He sat down, invisible because of the book, and watched the story unfold. The pigs finished their houses, one of straw, one of sticks, and one of brick. The wolf shook his head with a laugh. Any idiot could tell where this was headed.

And here came the Big Bad Wolf, walking down the path. The invisible wolf frowned, seeing that this incarnation of the Big Bad Wolf was male as well. He was also disappointed with the pigs. They were all male, too. In his mind, he decided this story was a bust, and flipped the book open to read himself out of it.

Until...

"Hello, wolf," whispered the ‘other narrator'. The Big Bad Wolf had realized a while ago that there were two narrators. The first was the one that read the stories and the characters' thoughts to him. The second was the one that had explained the book to him. They seemed not to notice one another.

"Hello, narrator," replied the wolf. "I was just about to leave this story."

"I know. But what if you didn't have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you could change the story as you see fit?"

"Then I would defile every story in this book any way I wanted." The wolf grinned, feeling what the narrator was getting at.

"When you hold the book, you technically become a narrator. You can change the story as you see fit, simply by reading the story a different way. You expressed disappointment that the Big Bad Wolf in this story was male. Why not read the story with the wolf as a female?"

The wolf's eyes widened as he considered the narrator's words. ‘Read the story differently to change it'. He had to try it out. But he decided he would start simple. He flipped the book open to the page he wanted.

He cleared his throat, then read, "The first little pig built his house of straw." The scene of the pig building his house of straw repeated. The wolf then changed it. "The first little pig built his house of...bacon."

Suddenly the scene changed. Where once there was a straw house, there was now a house made of bacon, and the pig who was building it seemed revolted by it. The wolf chuckled darkly, though inside he was surprised that his experiment had worked. He quickly changed the story back.

"See?" said the narrator. "It's easy to change things in the story. But there are limits. First, you cannot change a character's mind. If you took Baby Bear and gave her an adult body, her mind would still be that of a five-year-old. If you made Red Riding Hood's granny live again and made her body twenty years old, she would still think like an old lady. You can't use narrator powers to force the characters to feel and think the way you want them to.

"Second, once you've changed and left a story, you can't change it back. You can leave it and return to it, then change it again. But you can't simply restore it to the way it originally was. That's because the original story no longer exists for you. So if you decided you wanted your own story to go back to the simple way it used to be, you're in for quite a shock. It cannot be reverted to its original state. The people could be revived, the blood could be cleaned, but the minds of the characters would be tainted, and that taint can't be removed. So get used to your life in your revised story. You can never go back."

"Fine with me," said the wolf fiercely. "I wouldn't go back even if I was dying. I control my own destiny, and I will never follow the flow again." With that he turned his gaze back to the book.

"And third," continued the narrator. "Third, you cannot change yourself. When you are narrating the story, you aren't part of the story. Thus, narrator powers don't work on you. Remember that last one."

"Alright," replied the Big Bad Wolf. "I'll keep that in mind." He closed his eyes and concentrated on how he wanted the story to go. Once he got the story in his head, he opened his eyes and saw the story's new title. "The Three Little Pigs and the Big Bad Bitch," he read.

And everything changed.

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The Big Bad Bitch walked down the path, looking around for something to eat. Her heat was burning somethin' fierce, and she figured a good meal would help ease it As she walked, she saw three houses come into view. And in front of them were three pigs, each putting the final touches on their homes. Seeing the home made of straw, she ran at it, intent on catching its owner unawares. But luck was not on her side. The pig saw her coming and ran inside, squealing, before closing the door and locking the deadbolt. The squeal alerted the others, who ran into their own homes and locked their own doors. The Big Bad Bitch cursed as she went up to the door. It wasn't a very sturdy door, since it was made of straw, but she couldn't push it down; her hands simply went into it without damaging it.

Clearing her throat, she called out to the occupant. "Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"

The pig replied, "Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin, ya ugly whore!"

The Big Bad Bitch choked on her breath, before she called out in anger, "Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your goddamn house down!" She took a deep breath, her chest expanding to four times its normal size.

The Big Bad Wolf watched, invisible. He wanted to see how the new story played out before he inserted himself into the story (and his dick into the bitch). He had it all planned out.

He was going to stop the bitch from blowing the house down with a simple touch. With her heat burning so fiercely, thanks to his narration, she would be putty in his hands. Then he would kill two of the pigs and fuck the shit out of the third. Then he would bring the bitch back. Simple.

Until...

"Pause," said the wolf. Immediately, the story paused, the straw house in midair, the bitch in mid-exhale, the pig cowering in fright. The wolf frowned. This story wasn't shaping up the way he wanted. He looked to the sky. "Narrator!" he called.

He heard a slurping noise, then the narrator responded. "Sorry, I had to finish my Mountain Dew."

"Your people drink the mountain's dew?" asked the wolf. "Is it refreshing?"

"Quite. Now, what'd you need?"

"This story is far too...tame. The other stories I've gone to have been violent and entertaining. This is boring me."

"What were you hoping for?"

"I don't know. Something violent, bloody, with females being used like tissue paper then tossed aside or claimed. This story, it doesn't really DO that for me. Can you help me?"

The narrator sighed. "No, I cannot." The narrator paused. "Did I really use the word ‘cannot'? First time for everything I suppose. Anyway, I can't really change the story for you. You need to change it yourself. But I can put it to a vote."

"A vote? What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have hundreds of people reading of your exploits each day, and checking the place I submit them regularly. If I submit this particular story right now, with a vote ending, the readers can pick how they want the story to go. It pleases them to have a say in the stories they read, and it makes it easier for an author like myself to gather my thoughts."

"Author?" asked the wolf.

"That's right. You are in control of your destiny, that's true. But I'm the chronicler of your fate. Everything you do is inscribed by my hand. Think of me as...a historian. Your tale comes to me and I put it down for posterity."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So, should we put it to a vote?"

"Go for it."

"Alright then." The narrator cleared his throat. "To Be Continued!" he shouted.

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The Big Bad Wolf leaned against a tree, feeling rather bored, waiting for the narrator to return. He wasn't one for inaction, and the wait was killing him. He was just about to fall asleep when the narrator returned.

"The vote is in, wolf," he said. "They want you to take the Big Bad Bitch for your own. But they also want you to positively destroy one of those pigs. Sexually."

The Big Bad Wolf grinned his evil grin. Now that the narrator's people had spoken, he felt motivation flow through him. He felt ready to put the finishing touches on this story. The narrator's people wanted him to fuck the Big Bad Bitch, then have his way with one of the pigs, then take the Bitch for his own.

Silently, he plotted his course of action.

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The wolf, invisible to all eyes, moved swiftly up to the Big Bad Bitch. The story was still paused from before, but he had reset it so he could implement his plan. When he deemed he was close enough, he called out.

"Unpause!"

In the seconds before the scene unfroze, he tossed aside the, surprisingly resilient given its rough treatment, book and wrapped his hands around the bitch's muzzle.

Suddenly the bitch was struggling against him, fighting his grip. She fell to her knees, rolling and clawing in a desperate attempt to break free. The Big Bad Wolf followed with her, wrapping his strong legs around hers to keep her from kicking him. She snarled through her forcibly clenched teeth and, when his grip slipped for just an instant, snapped at him, saliva issuing forth as she tried to sink her teeth into him. No coherent thoughts passed through her mind as she fought him like a wild animal.

Far from being turned off by her animalistic behavior, the wolf found her quite sexy as she flung herself around, seeking any moment of weakness that she could exploit. A harsh wriggle against his crotch caused his member to awaken, filling out as it readied itself for mating.

He held tightly to her, waiting for her to tire herself out before he took her. He knew he should be taking her willingly like the narrator's people wanted, but he just didn't see it happening. A shimmy to the side caused his erection to slip down against her body. He froze above her.

Sensing hesitation, the bitch threw herself backwards, intent on toppling the bigger male. She gave a yelp of surprise and pain as the wolf's soaring erection, aided by her assault, pierced her anus.

She immediately froze as well, both unsure of how to react to this new development and because the penetration caused her loins to twinge, sending pleasure flooding to her brain. True, it wasn't where she NEEDED to have a penis inserted, but it would work well enough. Feeling that the male was hesitating again, she wiggled her hips, causing him to moan. She didn't bother looking back at him. There would be time enough for that later.

Seeing (and feeling) her willingness, he slid his cock the rest of the way into her, causing her to pant in lust. The wolf guided his body over hers, his belly and chest molding into her back, the tip of his nose by her ear. He started off gentle, gently rocking himself in and out of her, panting into her ear as he built towards his peak.

The female beneath him fared little better, according to the normal narrator. Her climax was building and she didn't care how she came to it, as long as it, and she, came. She threw herself back on his prick, trying to take all of him into her. The male was happy to oblige, pushing harder and harder against her rump, spreading her tight ring around his knot.

The bitch's tongue lolled out her mouth, drool leaking from the tip to pool on the ground below as the male worked to sate her. Conscious thought returned in the midst of the vigorous pounding the male gave her.

'More!' her mind screamed. 'Take it all! Tie with him! Let him have his way with you!' The male heard these thoughts. They made him work all the harder to satisfy her, his throbbing erection pounding her so hard, so fast, making nasty yet erotic noises with each thrust.

As the Big Bad Wolf felt himself peaking, he held tighter to the bitch, his teeth latching onto her nape. She tensed beneath him, her body readying itself for what would come next.

He drew her back into a sitting position, bouncing her up and down in his lap as his knot pushed harder and harder against her. The bitch's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she was pushed closer and closer to bliss until...

POP!

His knot sank into her back passage, ballooning within her and twitching up a storm. Seconds later, it erupted in a shower of seed, flooding her rear with his hot cum. The bitch howled in ecstasy as she achieved her orgasm, the sound echoing throughout the story, causing the three pigs to run directly into their homes the moment they heard it.

The male held her against his larger frame for many long minutes, his cock continually spraying fresh batches of seed into her. Soon after her orgasm, the bitch went limp in the male's grasp, content to let him finish. No words were exchanged as the male lowered her to the ground. No sound passed the male's lips as he drew his limpening cock from the fem's ass. The bitch's breathing deepened into sleep even as he did thus.

The Big Bad Wolf gazed down at the bitch's sleeping form, feeling content for the moment. She was a good choice to be sure, but he needed more. And now was not the time to knock her up.

'Knock her up?' thought the wolf. 'Where did that phrase come from?'

He pondered it for a few seconds, then decided it could wait until later, when he was home with his growing harem. For now, he had pigs to attend to and a story to despoil...

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The Big Bad Wolf crouched beneath the window of the brick house, spying on his quarry. The pig, at the moment, was busily cooking, his back to the window. The wolf had planned to go down the chimney, but since the fireplace was in use, it would be a bad idea.

"Yes, it would," said the narrator in his ear. "I seem to recall a version of this story where the wolf, rather than turning himself inside out from blowing too hard, actually climbed onto the brick house pig's roof and tried to go down the chimney, only to fall in the cookpot and die. So best not to chance it."

"Yeah," replied the wolf softly. "Figured as much."

Watching the pig work, the wolf readied himself. His chance came soon enough, when the pig dropped his stirring spoon and bent to pick it up. The wolf sprung.

CRASH!

Through the window (the only vulnerable point on the house) went the wolf, glass scattering as he went through. The pig had just enough to let out a squeal of terror before the wolf was there, his teeth sinking into his soft throat, choking off all sound. The pig flailed ineffectively against the wolf's deathgrip. The wolf's hands came up to the pig's shoulders and he gripped them hard, digging his claws into the pig's flesh. With a low growl and incredible strength, the wolf wrenched his head back.

RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

With a sickening tearing sound, the pig's throat came free, blood spurting from his shredded arteries. A wet gasping sound came from his severed esophagus, growing weaker with each passing second, before fading off into a bubbling hiss. He was dead.

Looking down at his handiwork with satisfaction, the wolf chewed his mouthful of pork before swallowing it. Licking his blood-coated lips, he let go of the pig's corpse, letting it fall to the ground. With another growl, he dug into his feast, tearing gobs of still-warm pig flesh from its previous owner. He hadn't had a meal in so long he was feeling starved, though he knew it was really all his imagination. Besides, he enjoyed the act of hunting, of killing, of eating one's prey. Nothing was more satisfying than that.

When his meal was finished, he politely cleaned some of the blood from his muzzle on the pig's tablecloth, then left the house behind, but not before scooping a good amount of embers up in one of the pig's plates and dumping them on his bed. As the flames began to grow tall and lick the ceiling, the wolf left the house behind, his mind already set on his next target.

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Stick house pig had heard his brother's cry of terror and was now hiding under his bed in an attempt to keep the wolf from eating him. This was what the narrator told the wolf, who grinned at the futility of such an attempt. Even without the narrator's voice telling him where the pig was, the wolf's keen sense of smell would have alerted him to the pig's whereabouts.

He dug his hands into the shoddy stick-work, making ready to tear himself an entrance, when a hand touched his shoulder. He spun, ripping his hands free of the house, swinging to strike the one who touched him, claws ready to tear them apart.

He managed to stop himself within inches of tearing through the Big Bad Bitch. Seeing his anger, she went down on her knees in a submissive posture, whimpering. Her thoughts, strangely, were unreadable to him. The narrator said nothing about what she wanted, what she needed, what she was thinking. There was nothing there. The male frowned, then turned his face to the sky.

"Narrator," he said, then paused to wait. After a few moments, he received a reply.

"Yo," responded the narrator with a yawn.

"Why can I not read her thoughts?" asked the wolf.

"Lemme look here, hold on two shakes." The narrator was silent for several minutes before responding. "I think I know the problem. You ain't gonna like it though."

"I already don't like it. Just tell me."

"Alright," replied the narrator with a defeated sigh. "It seems to me that, after you changed the story, you forgot to give her a personality."

"Nonsense. When we were mating earlier, I heard her thoughts just fine."

"But that's the thing. You didn't give her personality or thought beyond basically being your fucktoy. Don't get me wrong, I'm not knockin' ya for it. But think of her as a baby. She can't do anything by herself, can't do anything unless told to. Only during sex will she awaken, even a little."

"I didn't want her like this."

"That's the burden of a narrator. You must think of EVERYTHING for your characters, else fatal flaws occur and destroy what you're trying to create. The power is a gift and a curse."

"But wait! Can't I give her a personality now? I haven't left the story yet, so the changes aren't irreversible."

"What kind of personality would you give her?" asked the narrator.

"A personality like Rapunzel's," responded the wolf with a lecherous grin.

"So you would have her be a copy of Rapunzel, rather than her own person?"

"No, she would be like Rapunzel. But maybe a little bit like Baby Bear too. She'd be very sexual but innocent."

"You still don't get it. She'll simply be a copy rather than her own person. You don't know anything about personality beyond those you've encountered. One must study people to learn to truly understand personality. The only thing you could do would be make her a copy of your girls. Better a life without personality than one knowing every day you are simply a copy, not the original."

The wolf sighed, dejected. "So there's nothing I can do."

"There's something you can do," replied the narrator.

"What?"

"Take her with you. There's a chance she'll develop a personality all on her own if she's exposed to others. Finish up this story and take her back with you."

"Alright. If you think it's best..."

"I do."

"Then I'll do so. Thank you."

"No prob." With a prickling sensation akin to one's leg falling asleep, the narrator departed. The Big Bad Wolf turned his attention back to the Big Bad Bitch, who stared at him blankly, waiting for his word.

With a sigh, the male knelt before her, taking her chin in one hand. "It's alright, girl. I promise to take good care of you. We'll be leaving soon, but first we need to get rid of this pig. I want you to wait here until I call you, okay?" The bitch nodded. "Good girl," he replied, reaching up and scratching behind her ears, inwardly pleased that, while she possessed no personality of her own, she was at least semi-intelligent.

He stood and went back to the wall, sinking his hands into the sticks again. With a grunt of effort, the male ripped a hole in the wall, sticks flying in all directions. He heard the pig squeal in terror and stifle it, and he grinned in satisfaction. Stepping through the wreckage, he immediately went to the pig's bed and flipped it, exposing the pig beneath. The pig who was paralyzed with fear. Without hesitation, the wolf grabbed the pig by the throat and hauled him up. The pig struggled a little, but nowhere near enough for the wolf to loosen his grip.

The Big Bad Wolf carried the pig out of the house and to the waiting bitch. She sat there loyally, eyeing the pig with interest. The wolf gave his characteristic grin, revealing his glistening yellow teeth. Then he spoke just a single word.

"Eat."

The pig squealed in terror as the bitch leapt at him. The male released his captive as the bitch struck, sinking her teeth into the pig's soft belly. The pig shrieked in pain as blood spurted from the now-gaping hole in his stomach, the bitch pulling back, strips of flesh and entrails hanging from her mouth.

"Bitch," said the male in a commanding tone. She stopped her feasting and locked eyes with him. The pig, meanwhile, sank into a cold, blissful state of shock, head lolling to the side. "I'm going to take care of the third pig. You stay here and eat. When I'm done I'll come back for you. Got it?" She nodded. "Good girl. Finishing eating." He turned his back just as she sank back into her gory meal, gutting the pig like a fish.

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Knock, knock, knock.

The straw-house pig turned to her door with a smile. One of her brothers had come to visit. She went to the door tugged on the handle.

"Hello brother," she said, pulling the door open. "Won't you come i-i-i-" She trailed off, staring at the blood-soaked wolf standing in her doorway. Her smile slowly faded into a look of horror, but the pure terror flooding her senses held her frozen in place. Her arm went limp, her hand dropping from the door handle.

The Big Bad Wolf reached out a hand and took hold of her arm, turning her away from the door and to her bed. With a hard shove, he pushed her to the edge of it, then slid his body over hers. With a low growl, he leaned into her, bringing his muzzle close to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you, little piggy," he said, panting hotly. "Scream if you want to." With that, he took hold of her shoulders, lined up his prick, and cruelly slammed himself between her legs, penetrating her harshly, breaking her open without any regard for her feelings.

She screamed as loud as she could, her voice quickly dissolving into a primal squeal. Eventually, however, her voice gave out completely, and she could only lay there, limp and sobbing, as the wolf took pleasure from her body.

And what pleasure it was. She was very tight, and her sobs shook her body and made her insides clench, sending bolts of pleasure up his penis. It was a little difficult to push through her, but the wolf managed, shoving aside each weak, defensive clench of her muscles, stabbing her womb with the pointed tip of his cock. She wasn't anywhere near as fun as Rapunzel, who only pretended to resist, and her elven strength made sex with her much more pleasant. The pig fought internally, but she was no match for his strength, while Rapunzel was his equal.

He frowned, thinking of Rapunzel at a time like this. Unbidden, the faces of his other girls came to mind, drifting in and out of his thoughts, and he discovered he missed them. Sure, he'd only been gone an instant to them, but for him, he'd been away for a long time. 'Best to finish this quickly,' he decided.

He pushed harder and harder against the pig, boosting his pleasure as quickly as he could, before he forced his knot into her, tying him to her. She squealed in fresh pain as his knot stretched her right to the edge of her limit. Now she struggled in earnest, trying to pull away from the Big Bad Wolf. He looked down at her in amusement, stifling moans as her struggles stimulated him.

"Oh, you poor thing," he said tauntingly. "You want me to take it out? Alright." He pulled back hard on his hips, dragging on his fully inflated knot.

"NOOOOOO!" she screamed hoarsely, feeling the suction trying to turn her inside out. She went limp once more, tears adding fresh wet spots to her bedsheets.

The wolf leaned down at bit her scruff, holding her steady as he began pumping her again. She didn't react at all as his thrusts broke open her womb, letting him into her innermost reaches. He thrust faster, and faster, and faster still, hammering her depths, his pleasure rising, rising, rising.

Burst.

He released her neck and howled from deep in his chest, head thrown back as his length twitched inside her, blasting seed deep into her womb. If she had been a canine and in heat, pregnancy would've been a sure thing. He panted hard as he planted his seed in her, another conquest in his journey of lust.

She simply lay there, unable to move as his cum painted her womb, adding to her violation. Not even tears flowed as she stared at nothing.

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The Big Bad Wolf left the pig's house with a satisfied smile, whistling a little tune, his half-flaccid penis still covered in spent semen and her juices. A short distance from her house, he called out "Bitch!"

The Big Bad Bitch came running, eyes intent on the male who called to her. As soon as she was close, she skid to a stop, gazing up at his face with rapt attention. With a grin, he pointed down. Her eyes followed his pointing.

And there it was. His penis. Suddenly, it was all she could think about. She wanted to have it. She needed to have it. Her heat burned for it. She moved closer, nuzzling up to it, sniffing it, taking in his masculine scent. Her tongue lolled out in want. The Big Bad Wolf looked down at her with interest.

"Do you want this, girl?" he asked. She nodded, her gaze never leaving his appendage. With a chuckle, he took her head in his hands and guided her nose to the tip, stifling a moan as cold moistness touched his suddenly throbbing penis. "Open wide," he ordered. She did so without hesitation, opening her jaw wide and revealing her sharp teeth. Carefully, he slid his tool up her tongue, leaving a trail of congealing cum and pig juices. "Now, carefully close your mouth. If you bite me, I'll rip your teeth out. Got me?" She closed her mouth easily and nodded, causing his dick to rub on her tongue. This time, he didn't even try to hide his moan, stroking her ears to encourage her.

The male's sexual advances caused her sex-oriented personality to surface, and she began bobbing her head on his cock like an expert, lashing her tongue all around it, taking the blobs of sperm off and swallowing them.

To the Big Bad Wolf, it was like someone had flicked a switch. One minute there was nothing, the next her slutty thoughts were being relayed to him. She was a totally sexual being, alright. She wanted him everywhere she could take him, as many times as he could take her, in every position she could imagine, and it made his little wolf stand up taller than before. He decided that these things could come later. But for now...

The Bitch took his length deeper, nose pushing hard against his crotch as she swallowed around him. He threw his head back, gasping for breath, as her throat rippled all around his length, her tongue winding circles around it in appealing ways, drawing him swiftly to his peak. She nuzzled his knot a few times, before opening her mouth wide and taking it in as well, far enough back that only the backs of her teeth touched it, rubbing it with each bob of her head.

As he hit his peak, the Bitch suddenly clamped her mouth as tight as she could, squeezing his knot between the roof of her mouth and her tongue, her teeth barely grazing the last little bit of his cock. This extra stimulation was all he needed. With a howl, he released, his member twitching in her mouth, spurting his hot cum down her throat, knot swelling to its fullest, loosening many of her teeth as she held onto it. She didn't complain, however, as she swallowed, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his orgasm flowing down her throat. The male hunched over, panting softly and stroking her ears.

Several minutes passed while his copious seed (though not quite as copious as it had been when he arrived) slowly tapered off, allowing his knot to withdraw. As soon as his knot was reduced enough, he pulled back a bit and let a bit of his essence flow over her tongue, letting her taste it. It had become a ritual of his, he realized. Every female he took for his own tasted his seed before becoming his. He chuckled at that.

Eventually, the flow stopped and he withdrew, the Bitch's tongue following his member out, lapping the last of his orgasm from the tip. "Good girl," whispered the wolf, rubbing her ears again. She leaned into the touch, enjoying it. But then she frowned. The male watched her jowls move as her tongue rubbed against them.

Suddenly, she yelped and spat. Out of her mouth came a tooth, followed quickly by a small stream of blood. Tears leaked from her eyes as she wiped ineffectually at her bloodied chin. She looked up at the Big Bad Wolf unhappily. Seeing this, the big male reached out a hand, which she took, and helped her to her feet.

"Don't worry, sweetie," he whispered soothingly. "I'll fix that up right away." She looked confused, but followed as he walked away, leading her to where he left the book. She gave a curious glance at the book and watched in fascination as the Big Bad Wolf picked it up, fading away. She looked around, confused, but could neither see nor hear him.

The male flipped open the book to the current story and read out, "Suddenly, the Big Bad Bitch feels a twinging in her mouth, and realizes that her missing teeth had regrown." He read 'teeth' since he wasn't sure if she lost more than the one. Once he was sure the effect had occurred, he dropped the book, appearing before the bitch.

"Is that better?" he asked. She ran her tongue over her teeth and, feeling them all there again, turned her eyes back to the wolf, in awe of this seeming wizard. "I'm going to bring you back with me, alright?" She nodded. "But there are some rules you have to abide by. First, there are going to be many girls there, so you can't try to monopolize me. We all have to share. And where I'm from, the Alpha Bitch is a girl named Rapunzel. If she tells you to do something, you do it, unless I said not to. Second, you are absolutely not allowed to hurt any of the others. None of them are as big or as strong as you and I, and they could easily be killed. That would displease me. And third, you must share your body with the others. They, in turn, will share theirs with you. I can't satisfy everyone at once, so they share each other while I'm busy. So don't hold back yourself from the others. Alright?" She nodded. "Then take my hand."

She took his large hand in both of hers, and he picked up the book again, causing them both to fade out. With a deft flick of his wrist, he tossed the pages of the book until they landed on his story. He cleared his throat and began reading from where it stopped.

"All of a sudden, the Big Bad Wolf returned, Big Bad Bitch in tow."

And they were gone.