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The Big Bad Wolf silently read through the newly revised ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears'. He was amazed that the book had captured every detail of his, admittedly cruel, escapades. He'd devoured Papa Bear, raped Mama Bear and Goldilocks, then basically kidnapped Baby Bear. Baby Bear, who at the moment was unconscious against the wall of his cave. After a bit of a cooldown, he'd used Baby Bear's muzzle several more times, the last time feeling so good that he forgot to let up so she could breathe. She lay naked, his congealed cold cum hanging from her chin and matting the fur on her chest. She would be fine, he knew, but he wanted another go. And he could take her any way he wanted, since her body was so relaxed he could enter easily. But the thought of having an unconscious bed partner didn't appeal to him. No fun at all.

So here he was, looking through the book for a good story to have his way with. His rage at finding out that his will was actually pre-destined had abated somewhat. After committing such atrocities, he felt that he had firmly taken his destiny in his hands. He was nobody's tool, especially not some being who thought he was God.

Flipping back to the Table of Contents, the wolf scanned the titles of several stories, trying to figure out which one would be good for a romp. Unable to decide between ‘Snow White' and ‘The Tortoise and the Hare', he closed his eyes. He decided to pick from between the two randomly with his finger. Which ever story his finger landed on, he would read that one. He moved his finger a bit, then plopped it down on the page, then opened his eyes. He eagerly read the title, then frowned. It wasn't one of the two he had been trying to pick from. It was one he had dismissed.

Rapunzel.

"Ah hell," he muttered, checking the page number. A decision was a decision, and he had chosen it, even if it was by accident. He flipped through the pages until he reached the title page. There, beneath the title, was a picture of a tower, with a beautiful blond woman with WAY too much hair. Though the hair put him off somewhat, he was intrigued by the woman. He cleared his throat and began the story.

"Once upon a time..."

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The Big Bad Wolf crouched behind a thorny bush as he watched the story play out a third time. He was right when he thought the woman intriguing, but he could only see her top half from his position on the ground. He wondered what she looked like as a whole. And moreso, he wondered what she looked like with her skin bared to the world. Just the thought made his sheath twitch.

He waited until the witch climbed down the tower and the prince climbed up into it. Then, swiftly, silently, he slaughtered the witch.

‘Witch? Ha!' thought the wolf as he grinned down at her withered corpse. Despite the hunger that was brewing within him, he outright refused to eat the which. Instead, he dug a shallow pit and shoved her body in, then buried it again. It almost hurt to waste good meat like that, but he had better meat in mind. It bled blue blood, he was sure.

He crept behind the bush again and waited for the prince. It took only a few more minutes for him to rappel down the side of the tower on Rapunzel's hair. When he hit the ground, he looked around, instantly alert for any sign of the witch. He crept away from the tower, and the wolf crept after, intent on ambushing the human.

The Big Bad Wolf set the book down, fading back into view. He'd found, during his first attempt at commandeering the story, that attacking while holding the book did absolutely nothing. He simply phased through the character and landed harmlessly on the ground, not even disturbing the grass.

He crouched, preparing to spring. The prince stopped moving, and the wolf lunged.

The prince drew his sword and swung. The Big Bad Wolf just barely managed to change his direction in midair, narrowly managing to avoid being skewered. He hit the ground, rolled, skid to a stop, and was on his feet again, ready for a fight now.

The prince held his sword at the ready, both hands on the hilt as he took in his opponent. The wolf could hear the narrator describing some of the things the human thought of his opponent, which made him growl deep in his throat. The human trembled, actually trembled, at the sound.

"What sort of foul beast art thou?" he asked in a voice that tried, ineffectively, to hide his terror. Some brave prince he was.

"I'm the Big Bad Wolf," replied the wolf softly, searching for openings in the human's guard. Not finding any, he sank into a low crouch, watching warily.

"Art thou a slave to the witch?" asked the prince, keeping his sword up.

"No," replied the wolf. "I'm here to free the princess."

At this, the prince's guard wavered. "Truly, thou art here to free Princess Rapunzel?" The Big Bad Wolf nodded. The prince let out a sigh of relief and sheathed his sword. "Then verily we must slay the witch to free the princess."

Too trusting this human was. This was the wolf's thought as he waited for an opening. But judging from the way the human had drawn his sword, it would be extremely difficult to get the drop on him. But a plan was forming.

"I have watched the witch for several days now," said the Big Bad Wolf. "When she climbs down from the tower, she always heads to the east, passed those thorny bushes. If you hide there, I shall chase the witch to you, and you can cut off her head. Then the princess will be safe."

The prince considered this plan, then nodded. "But know, beast," he began. The wolf had to exercise extreme self-control to keep from growling at him again. "But know, beast. If thou art lying, or thou tryst to harm either myself or the princess, I shall run thee through."

"Of course," replied the wolf, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I would expect no less from a prince among humans."

Inordinately flattered, the prince made his way to the bush and crouched behind it. The instant he was sure the prince couldn't see him, the wolf pounced on the storybook and faded from view. He grinned as he walked, invisible and intangible, over to where the prince crouched, waiting. With infinite satisfaction, he put a paw through the prince's chest, touching his heart.

He dropped the book.

The wolf could feel the prince's heart as it began beating faster against his hand. Blood leaked out of the prince's mouth as he stared, wide-eyed at the wolf, his sword falling from his suddenly numb fingers. The Big Bad Wolf grinned sadistically down at the human.

"I'm here for the princess," said the wolf, watching with amusement as the human struggled to grasp his sword, though his ribs were poking out of his chest. "But not to rescue. Don't hate me because I've killed you. If I hadn't interfered, the witch would've blinded you. So go in peace." The prince managed to grab his sword, just before the wolf squeezed his heart, his claws piercing deep into the struggling organ. Blood positively oozed from the prince's mouth now as he went into shock. The wolf released his hold on the heart and pulled his hand out of the cavity he had created.

His arm coated in blood, the wolf watched as the wound now poured blood, while the prince fell backward, death's cold fingers having taken his soul. With a growl, the wolf sank to his knees and dug into his meal. Flesh was torn from bone and more blood was spilled as he devoured as much of the prince as he possibly could.

When the wolf finally finished his meal, very little of the prince was left. Even his arm bones had been gnawed open, marrow extracted. Now thoroughly coated in blood, the wolf decided to clean up before going for the princess. Luckily, there was a small stream not far from the tower, its water clear and cool. He spent a good while in it, making sure all the blood and gore was cleared from his fur, claws, and teeth. It wouldn't do to have the princess - or was she a princess? The wolf couldn't quite remember whether or not the book had called her thus, but didn't really care either way - vomit at the sight of him covered in the remains of his last meal.

When he was finally what he deemed presentable, he went back to the tower and looked up. He could see the young woman's bushy blond hair framed in the window, but nothing else. He'd seen her face before. She was beautiful, she looked sexy, he had to have her. He wrapped an ivy vine around the storybook so he could bring it up with him.

Clearing his throat, he called out in his best witch impersonation, "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" Without even looking out the window, the princess tossed her long locks out the window, forming a luxurious ladder for the wolf to climb. Wrapping a handful of hair around each hand, he began ascending the tower carefully, trying to avoid touching the book directly, which would cause him to fall. As he climbed, he realized that the witch had been craftier than he thought. Climbing on hair alone was surely a death sentence. But there were grooves carved into the side of the tower, invisible unless one was level with them, where one's feet could find purchase. As soon as he started using the grooves, his climb became much smoother.

As he neared the top, he listened as the narrator relayed Rapunzel's thoughts to him. She wondered why the witch was so much heavier than usual, and hoped that it was maybe the prince who had visited her before. ‘She's in for a surprise,' thought the wolf, licking his chops as he neared the top. As soon as he reached the window ledge, he leapt over Rapunzel, who was sitting with her back pressed to wall beneath the window, and landed on the rug in the middle of the room.

The young woman gave a yelp of surprise, but no scream of terror. This was definitely an odd situation for the wolf. Never before had he been greeted with anything but sheer terror. And more than that, she seemed to be of elven blood, for she was about half his size. He watched in fascination as the princess wound up her extremely long hair casually, not even her scent betraying fear. When her hair was finally as manageable as she could get it, she turned to greet her guest.

"Good afternoon, sir," she said politely. "Would you like some tea?"

The wolf frowned. "Uh...Sure, why not?" he replied. The princess gave him a dazzling smile and set about making tea. While she was doing so, the wolf looked around the tower. There were no stairs, but several rooms on the top floor: the bedroom he had climbed into, a bathroom, a small kitchen, a library, and a storeroom, the last of which held a big harp, which the princess presumably played when she was bored.

Looking around for a place to sit in the bedroom, he realized the only place to sit was on the princess's bed. The soft blankets felt good on his fur as he waited for the princess to return. When she did, he glanced up, taking in her looks. She was flawless, statuesque. From the tip of her perfect nose to the bottoms of her perfect feet, she was beautiful. In her hands, she held a tea tray, which held a pair of teacups on saucers, a bowl of sugar, and a small pitcher of milk.

"Take one," she said, smiling. Even her teeth were perfect. The wolf reached out and took a teacup and saucer, wary of the woman's intent. Yet the narrator didn't speak of ill will. Rather, he spoke of the woman being eager for company and curious of the strange creature that had climbed her hair. "You would like milk or sugar?"

"Just some milk, please," he replied. He'd never had tea before. Ditto to milk or sugar, but he wanted to make a good impression...before he forced himself on her and took what he wanted. She poured some milk into his cup, then picked up her own saucer and set the tray on the table beside her bed. They sat silently for a few minutes, sipping their tea, which the wolf found to be quite good with milk. He would definitely have to come back and have tea again.

Rapunzel broke the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked. The Big Bad Wolf looked over at her.

"I came here for you," he replied, then took another sip of his tea.

"For me? Why?"

"Because you caught my interest."

"I-I see." She hurriedly took another sip of tea. "N-now that you're hear, what do you intend to do?"

The wolf looked deeply into her blue eyes, and she was immediately captivated with his yellow ones. With complete seriousness, he told her. "I came to use your body to pleasure myself." As soon as he said this, Rapunzel began sliding away from him, slowly. He reached out a hand and grabbed her wrist tightly, keeping her from going any further. "Nothing you say or do will keep me from doing so," he continued. "So surrender yourself to me and I'll make it pleasant." She blinked back tears of both fear and pain as the wolf pulled her closer. "The choice is yours, princess. Resist and be harmed. Submit and feel pleasure." With that, he leaned forward and licked her neck. She shivered, then tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him.

"Submit..." she whispered. With a grin, the wolf lapped her neck again, then pushed her down on the bed. She looked up at him from flat on her back as he put his hands on her chest, fondling her breasts through her dress. She craned her neck, then gasped when the wolf's hands gripped the neckline of her dress and pulled, each in a different direction, tearing the garment in half.

The wolf tossed the shredded halves of her dress behind him, off the bed. Rapunzel lay there in her bra, panties, and stockings. He pushed her bra up, revealing her mid-sized mounds with their stiff, rosy nipples. He leaned down and lapped at one experimentally. It didn't taste of anything, but Rapunzel let out a moan of pleasure at this new stimulation. Enjoying seeing her pleasure, something he had never thought he would enjoy, he lashed his tongue against it again. He found it quite amusing when her back arched, pressing her crotch against his stomach. He lapped at her nipples a few more times, then drew away.

Rapunzel, cheeks flushed and panting softly, watched as the Big Bad Wolf gripped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. There, beneath the pure white garment, was her pure, untouched, virginal pussy. She blushed and moved her hands to hide her shame. But the wolf took her hands and pinned them to her belly, then leaned down to sniff at her sex. He was surprised to smell her arousal. It smelled of roses. He reached out his tongue and lapped once at her vaginal, keeping his eyes on her to see how she would react. And her reaction was everything he had hoped for. She cried out loudly, mashing her pussy into his face, wanting, needing his tongue again. He considered obliging her, but he was the alpha. He wanted to fuck her, not lick her. And fuck her he would. He slid his body up hers, his furry chest rubbing her nipples as he guided his erection to her wanting cunt.

When his burning hot prick touched her unused tunnel, Rapunzel struggled a little at the unfamiliar feeling. The wolf leaned down and took her neck in his jaws, holding her still as he prepared himself. Without giving her any warning or letting her relax, he shoved his hips forward, forcing his dick into her virgin depths, filling her with one stroke. Her hymen popped, her walls were forced wide, her womb was bashed open, and she screamed in pain. As soon as he had hilted, he immediately drew his hips back, beginning to fuck her despite her obvious pain. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders where she held him, his hips hammering into her without slowing, tormenting her already aching insides.

He screwed her like he was raping her. He made love like rape. With each thrust, she felt violated, dirty. And still he continued to cram himself into her depths. And the worst part, in her opinion, was that her body was responding to it. It was responding to his violent treatment, loosening up around him and soaking his cock in her juices, making it easier for him to defile her in such a way. But for all that, her years of being cooped up in the tower, at the mercy of a witch who would not be denied, had taught her the futility of resistance. She simply let him have his way with her, her small frame rocking with each thrust. She could feel a large bump at the end of his penis, and she could feel him trying to push it into her. She wanted to scream, wanted to resist, to fight him, keep him from pushing it into her. But she couldn't bring herself to stop him.

The Big Bad Wolf thrust hard against her, forcing his knot into her comparatively tiny body, panting as it ballooned within her, stretching her insides to the limit. She screamed in unexpected orgasm as the wolf howled, spraying his seed directly into her womb.

When she came down from on high, the wolf was still within her, his knot still wedged inside her as he stared at the ceiling, panting heavily. She could see the lump in her lower half where his knot was inside her. Strangely, feeling the wolf's seed flowing into her seemed to make all the pain worthwhile. She still hurt down there, but it was like his seed was soothing the damage he had done.

It took nearly an hour for his knot to deflate. During the entire time he was tied to her, he did not look at her once, instead staring at the heavens as he pumped his new bitch full of his seed. He decided then and there. He would build a harem out of his favorite characters. And Rapunzel would be the next. When he could do so, he drew his knot out of her, watching as a gush of extra seed and virgin blood spilled out and onto the bed, staining the pure white sheets pink.

Rapunzel turned over on her stomach, nuzzling into one of her pillows, trying to ignore the desolate feeling the emptiness in her loins caused. She wanted him back in her. She didn't like this new hollow feeling. She went up on her knees, hoping to relieve the feeling.

The wolf watched Rapunzel as she turned over, exposing her rear to him. When she went on her knees in the mating position, his waning erection made a comeback. But he had already sown her depths, and if she could bear his pups, he would do nothing to harm them. But there was more than one way to fill a bitch.

He slid his body over her back, and Rapunzel felt hope soar. The narrator described to him what Rapunzel wanted. She wanted the empty feeling to go away. She wanted him to fill her, to mate her as roughly as before, and tie and sow her like the bitch he wanted her to be. He was more than willing to oblige.

He guided his cock up to her entrance and let it rest there a moment, coating the spear-like head of his prick with their mixed cum, lubing himself up for her other hole. He raised his hips higher and pressed the head of his cock against her puckered anus.

When she felt him push on her bum hole, her eyes widened. She hadn't known that hole could be used like her vagina. She hoped letting him use it would relieve the emptiness within her. She closed her eyes and set her teeth into the pillow, waiting for his initial thrust.

However, having learned from his encounter with Baby Bear, the Big Bad Wolf knew to take it slow. He didn't much care if it hurt her, but if it hurt her too much, she would tighten around him and that would hurt him. Instead, he simply continued pushing, gently but firmly, opening her pucker around his wide cock. He could hear her whimper beneath him, yet he could feel her struggling to keep herself loose. He admired her willingness, and took great pains to keep her from hurting too much. When finally his knot bumped her ass, he grinned.

"Ready for this?" he asked. She simply nodded.

He drew his hips back, drawing his length out of her tighter depths. He could feel her shiver as thrust back in, taking a second virginity for his own. It didn't take long for her to release her deathgrip on the pillow and moan, pushing back as he shoved into her, impaling her on his rod. He wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her up, so that she was now sitting in his lap as he continued to pound her. One hand trailed down to her needy cunt and rubbed her clit vigorously, causing her to cry out in pleasure as he smashed his knot against her ass.

Words could not describe how much she wanted his knot in her, though she was certain taking it in her ass would tear her apart. But she continued to throw herself down on it, though the wolf seemed to be trying to keep it out.

Which he was. He wasn't sure she could take his knot without being torn apart. But she wanted it; both her actions and the narrator's descriptions showed this. So he gave up trying to keep it out and instead gripped her waist and shoved her down hard while pushing up harder with his hips. There was a sliding sensation and a wet pop and he was in her. His knot immediately ballooned inside her, and he howled, his cock twitching as he came, spurting his seed deep into her ass. She screamed in pain and pleasure at the sensation of being filled again. And the warm spurts of his seed in her guts felt so good. She was almost disappointed by the denial of her orgasm when the wolf harshly pinched her clit She immediately clamped down, her body shaking as her cunt spit its fluid on the bed as the wolf unloaded in her ass.

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She was addicted to the wolf. This Rapunzel admitted to herself, though the narrator's commentary allowed the Big Bad Wolf to hear too. She couldn't stand the thought of being without him. The emptiness had returned immediately after he had withdrawn. She wouldn't be able to live if she couldn't feel that fullness.

She lay with her back against his chest, waiting for him to recover. He had filled her two lower holes already, and if it felt so good with those, how would it feel if she took him in her mouth?

Hearing the narrator's descriptions of her need made him even harder than before. He sat up and Rapunzel followed, eyeing his hardening length. She reached out for it but he stopped her. He took her chin in one hand and lifted it so she met his eyes.

"If you taste my seed," he said, "you will be mine. Now and forever. Any time I want, any way I want, any where I want. Do you understand?" She nodded. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then took her cheeks in his hands and guided her mouth down to his member. Her tongue slid along his member as he pushed her further down. She was completely unresisting as he pushed his dick even further in her mouth, angling down her throat. Surprisingly, she didn't gag on it. In fact, she managed to take his cock all the way to his knot. Her lips pressed against his knot in a kiss.

"Swallow, Rapunzel," ordered the wolf. "Swallow around me and run your tongue along me." She did just that, her throat rippling around his meat as her tongue, dry from licking the pillow, rubbed against his dick. He could feel every single tastebuds as she gulped on his dick. He was overly sensitive from the previous uses of his dick, so it didn't take long for him to achieve his orgasm. He howled as his cock twitched in Rapunzel's throat, spurting what was left of his daily supply of seed down her throat as his knot swelled under her nose. After the first shot of cum, he drew his hips back until just the tip was in, letting his orgasmic juices flow over her tongue, letting her taste him fully.

When the flow tapered off, he drew himself the rest of the way off her mouth, his cock twitching one last time and sending a spurt on her chest. Rapunzel lay panting on the bed, fingering the small pool of cum on her chest. While she was distracted, he reached down to the floor and picked up the storybook where it had fallen when he leapt into the room. He took hold of Rapunzel's shoulder and touched the book.

They both faded out of the story, and the Big Bad Wolf flipped through the book until he found his story. Before Rapunzel could react, he began reading the story, drawing them both away from the tower and into the story of Little Red Riding Hood.

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To be continued, sez I.

Because of the overwhelming response to the ending contest of the previous chapter, I figured I should put out another one. So here it is.

Comment a number to pick the story for Chapter 4.

1. The Three Little Pigs

2. Snow White

3. The Tortoise and the Hare

4. Other (If you pick this one, insert a title)

I'll be checking back on 4/15 to tally the votes (and post Chapter 3), and part 4 should be done the next week. So comment and cast your vote!