Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose mother gave her a pink cape with a hood, and she loved her pink cape, and she wore it everywhere she went. She wore it so often that everyone started calling her Little Pink Riding Hood. She wore it for years and years, so that when she'd got it, it had been long enough for her to sit on, and now she had grown up so much that at this point it just covered her shoulders. Yet, she still wore it.
She had grown in many other ways, as well. She'd developed a lot, and was very, very curvy, with very large and round breasts, ones that looked almost impossibly large considering how slim and fit she was otherwise. They almost looked like they ought to be fake, but were too nice to be fake, too soft and natural and not at all plastic-looking. In addition to her amazing breasts, she had a perfectly round yet tight ass, and despite being short, was quite leggy.
However, there was one way in which she'd grown very little, and that was her mind. Despite having turned eighteen, she enjoyed things like coloring pictures of ponies and princesses. She never really understood things people said to her, and was very trusting, thus easily taken advantage of. She engaged in risky behavior without thinking much about the consequences, and talked freely to people that she really ought not to be talking to.
And so, between her amazing breasts, perfect ass, lean figure, long legs, and to top it all off, her easily mislead and trusting personality, she had guys all over her. She no longer lived with her mother, but her older sister insisted upon living with her, in order to keep track of her and keep her under control. Her sister was having to constantly keep watch over her and her behaviors, and it was quite a difficult task.
One day, her sister gave her the task of bringing a basket of bread and jam to their mother's house. "When you go through the woods, stay on the path, and... and... before you go, change into something more decent."
Little Pink had on a very low-cut, short red dress, short enough to expose her white lacy panties when she moved. Her white stockings went high up her thighs, leaving a small sliver of exposed skin between the top of her stockings and the hem of her skirt, in a way that would surely be very eye catching and enticing. Her bustier went over her dress and under her breasts, pushing them upward and making them look even larger than they already looked. She skipped about on high heeled shoes, with no difficulty at all walking in them. And, of course, she had on her pink cape.
"I don't wanna. I think this is nice, and plus then the boys will give me cupcakes and stuff when I go in town."
"You're not going into town, you're going through the woods to mother's house, were you even listening? And I don't want you taking cupcakes from boys who give you them because they like how your skirt is short."
"I was listening and they're good cupcakes."
"Fine, whatever. Bring the basket of bread and jam to mother, and stay on the path. You can't get into trouble if you stay on the path, right?"
"Okay! Basket bringing, path staying."
"Good."
And so, Little Pink Riding Hood took the basket of bread and jam and went down the dirt path through the woods to her mother's house. However, when she was about halfway through, or perhaps a little more, long enough that it would be hard to turn back, there was a rustling in the bushes nearby the path, and a large dark grey wolf with eerie red eyes emerged. It approached her slowly, but unafraid, its teeth bared. She reacted with absolutely no fear.
"Ooh, look, a wolf. Hi Mr. Wolfie! You're fluffy and fuzzy and fluffy and I want to pet you. Can I pet you, Mr. Wolfie?"
The wolf jammed its nose against the basket and began to sniff, to determine the basket's contents.
"Oh, no, Mr. Wolfie, that's for my mommy. It's not for you. I gots to bring it to her, so you can't take it."
The wolf made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a frustrated huff, then moved its nose to the space of Little Pink's thigh, between the top of her stockings and her skirt. It sniffed there, causing her to flinch back a step.
"You can't eat me, neither. That wouldn't be nice. And you don't wanna be a mean wolf, do you, Mr. Wolfie?"
The wolf snarled a bit, as though it was fed up with the girl's idiocy.
"You ARE a mean wolfie? Um... um... please don't eat me, I'll give you the basket if you really want it..."
The wolf ignored her, and shoved its head under her skirt, sniffing and examining her lacy panties that barely covered her round tight ass. It pulled its head out from underneath her skirt, and began to approach her, growling, causing her to back into a tree. Once she was backed up against the tree with it in front of her and no place to run, it began to shapeshift.
And soon, standing there, was a young man, pale with long dark hair that flowed over his shoulders in gentle waves, crimson red eyes veiled by long eyelashes. He wore fitted black pants tucked into leather boots, a long and sinister looking black cape, and fingerless gloves, yet no shirt. His torso and legs were long and lean, his stomach fit, a thin trail of hair leading down from his navel to a bulge in his tight pants. He smiled, displaying long and pointed eyeteeth.
