Fairy Tales - No Holds Barred

Leaning back in the rocking chair, the Wolf had his eyes shut and a smile on his muzzle.

‘Securing this cottage was so easy.’ He thought as he sighed contentedly as he kept up the relaxing rocking motion, his tail swung around his right leg.

Looking at him, it was actually quite laughable, his attempt at passing himself off as an old lady. Not only was he coated in light-grey fur, he was also possessing quite and athletic build, good thick muscles that spoke of endurance and next to no body fat. While his feet were clearly longer than a human’s, and he moved around on the balls of his feet and not the ankles, they also weren’t long enough to be digitigrades, sitting half-way between the two stances. Short black claws ended his fingers and toes, and were sharp as well.

And all he had to hide this was a silk dressing gown (soft black with red outlines) that he had tied shut around his torso, a pair of reading glasses that lacked the ear supports, instead using a large nose grip to support them, a cap to cover his pointed ears with, and a pair of slippers that he couldn’t fit his longer feet into properly.

‘No matter. It only has to last long enough to get the job done.’ He consoled himself, his back to the window so that the chair itself could hide him had the curtains been open.

One more thing he needed to keep out of site was his lupine cock, currently shielded by the silk dressing gown, but could be spotted if he wasn’t careful.

Not too long later, and he heard a rapping at the door, it could only be one person, the 22-year old Riding Hood that he’d met once or twice before.

“Come on in Dear, the door is open.” He called out in the most feminine voice that he could manage. ‘Just a few moments more now.’ He added to himself with a quiet chuckle.