A Touch of Evil
Sort of a spoof of Peter and the wolf and somewhat little red riding hood.
It's probably the first bit of writing I've done for a while
Blurb!:
In the newfangled city one fox cannot sort his love life out. And now it seems things just got harder...in more than one way...
It was a mild Thursday morning and one Peter the Fox awoke from his slumber. He rolled out of his bed and looked up at the metallic black walls of his house. It was like a 1986 interpretation of what houses from 2012 would look like. Black silicone with pale blue electric currents flowing through them to the lights and any other household appliance. The doors resembled green circuit boards only they actually worked as a mechanism to open them. Peter pulled a pair of tight red spandex trousers, black leather boots and jacket, but no shirt.
He moved to the door of his room and when he realised he forgot how to open it, he remembered that he was very drunk. He remembered vaguely going to a party, getting drunk and sleeping with somebody but he didn't know who.
After he had some form of breakfast he stumbled out the door and onto the streets of Walsworth, and English city on the boarder of Scotland, so much so that if Peter was to walk about 100 foot from his house, he'd be in the land of the Scots.
"Hey baby." A girl cried.
Peter had lost track of what he was doing, basking in his hangover.
The girl grabbed his head and kissed him.
Peter managed to pull her away. "What was that for?!" He cried.
Then he noticed the girl. She was a fox like him, with a very short checkered skirt, long white socks, small black shoes and a red hood.
"Oh, its you." Peter groaned.
"Yeah, its me." The girl replied, not sensing the displeasure in Peter's voice.
"Red, I told you I'm not interested" Peter said.
"Oh come on, please! You know you love me really" Red pleaded on her knees.
Peter groaned again. "No! I don't! I never have and I doubt I ever will!" Peter growled.
Red, like the little bitch she was, pouted "Mum! Come quick! Peter's been mean to me!" She starred back to Peter with an impish grin and then faked a cry of sorrow.
Peter turned tail before Red's mother could catch up.
He wondered through the dense forest that surrounded the city. Before he knew it he crossed the boarder into Scotland. The forest thickened as he walked. His mind wandered
"Red was such a little brat! I mean, she's 20 years old and she still cries for he mother!"
Suddenly a voice spoke out.
"Oh hello there." Came the voice. Peter turned sharpishly to see it. The creature all in the city feared. A wolf.
This one was somewhat unusual. He was clad in tall leather boots with curved tips, tall white socks, a red kilt, a leather jacket and an S&M biker cap. He also had a customised Hamer GT electric guitar and an amplifier. A heavy metal chick, but a male wolf. He lay on his back across two rocks with his legs crossed
"...Who are you?" Peter asked nervously
"I'm Barry the "Big Bad" Wolf. And who is the devilishly handsome gentleman I see before me?" The wolf asked.
"...I'm Peter" The fox replied.
"Ah, I know you! I heard you earlier. Falling out with our girlfriend are we?" Barry asked
"She's not my girlfriend!" Peter cried
"Ooh, goody!" The wolf cried happily.
"What's so good about that?" Peter asked.
The wolf giggled. "Oh, never mind." The wolf lifted his guitar. "Have a listen to this." He said, climbing onto one of the rocks. He put the guitar around his neck. He hit one chord and heard it, let it quaver for a few seconds then cut it short.
To Peter's horror it sounded like a wolf's howl. Then he heard a response from the other side of the forest. Then the wolf did a short solo. An echo of it came from the other side.
"Isn't that cool?" The wolf asked the fox.
The wolf got off the rock, picked up his amplifier and stood next to Peter.
"So, what does somebody have to do to win your heart eh?" asked the wolf
Peter began to walk back towards the city and the wolf walked with him, they talked a bit before the wolf's real intentions became clear.
Peter felt the wolf run is paw over his arse.
"What was that for?"
The wolf giggled again.
Peter felt very nervous. This didn't feel quite right, he suspected something, although perhaps he was just being slow. He had be taught that wolves wanted to eat you and that nothing good could come of them. He had never been taught of there characteristics before now and he thought that this was probably the wolf grooming him for meat. He gulped, then tripped. He grabbed the wolf by the waist to save himself. Then he felt it, a stiff warm piece of meat under the wolf's kilt. Suddenly it all made sense.
"Ooh, sorry, I forgot to say," The wolf learnt in "I'm gay." He smiled at the fox's look of horror and confusion.
Peter suddenly looked at the wolf in a different light. The wolf didn't want to eat him, The wolf fancied him. Peter was nervous, he had some feelings inside he wasn't sure off and this wolf pretty much summed them all up.
The wolf lifted him to his feet.
They walked back to Peter's house silently and without incident. Peter opened the door and let the wolf in with him. He went and made himself a coffee.
After about 5 minuets he'd lost the wolf. He went to look for him and found him in the foxes bedroom, lying on the bed.
Peter felt a surge of arousal swell his cock. He felt an emotion he had never felt before, lust.
He walked over to the wolf who was unashamedly staring at the foxes crotch.
The fox looked around, trying to plot his next move, he didn't know why he felt the way he did, it just sort of happened.
Suddenly he felt his trousers and pants drop to the floor, he looked back and saw and felt the wolf licking his cock. He'd never felt anything like it before, the wet slurps at the knot, the long licks on the shaft. He wanted more, he grabbed the wolf by the back of the head and pulled him on and off his cock.
The wolf began to massage the fox's balls.
Peter lost track of events, everything began to blur and all he could contemplate was his undying arousal. Soon everything faded away.
He woke up, on his bed, at the same time as normal. Was it like one of those stupid stories and it was all just some dream.
Then he heard the sound of an electric guitar and a naked wolf carrying a tray of breakfast who was extremely aroused swung the door open.
"I knew you couldn't resist a touch of evil!" The wolf cried.
THE END