Little Red Riding Wood

Once upon a time in a far away land

Little red was forced to give a helping hand

Ditsy and Dopey the young girl could be

And her mother often screamed to be free

Because before she had the darling child

She was a beauty queen who partied wild

Then she got knocked up the duff

And became saggy and stretched and all that stuff

 

18 years to the day the child had been born

After 9 months of sexual frustration and hardcore porn

The mother had, had enough of it

And decided to get rid of the little bitch

So she gave her a basket full of scones

And shouted at her daughter, confiscated her phone

“Go give these to you’re grandmother” She said

Knowing her daughter would stray off the path instead

 

So little red put on her red hood

And ventured out into the deep dark wood

“This basket is fucking heavy!” The girl cried

“I’ll just have to eat them all” She said wide-eyed

While the girl tucked in

To fresh buttered scones and gin

The wicked wolf watched her well

As his “head” began to swell

 

Little red came across her Grandmamma’s house

“I better go in and see the blood sucking louse”

Unknown to she the wolf had already been

Had killed Grandma and eaten her spleen

Then he put on all her clothes

And in front of the mirror with her hairbrush he posed

For in true fetish style he’d gobbled her up

Then he waited in her bed to tup

 

Little red knew at once there was a wolf in Grannies bed

Why he wanted to dress like Gran she couldn’t have said

“But” she thought “Lets give him a show”

And unbuttoned her top down low

She hitched her skirt up to her waist

And revealed her lack of wonder lace

A strip show was then put on

While horny wolf got hard on

 

The wolf couldn’t contain it anymore

Neither could Little red (even if Bestiality was against the law)

So she ripped off his clothes and threw off her hood

And became little red, riding wood

The sex was long

Just as his dong

And by the time they were done

They were both exhausted from their fun

 

“I’m sorry dear wolf I have sinned.

I’m afraid I only loved you for your furry skin”

With an axe she lopped off his head

And kicked his body to be sure he was dead

She made her way home

Where her mother waited alone

“Don’t try and have me killed again, please note

My beautiful, wolf skin coat.”

 

The mother was shocked all wasn’t to plan.

Why wasn’t she dead? She’d hired a professional hit man!

One from SWAT with huge recommendations.

She knew she should have had her reservations

“Thought the wolf would eat me?

He did I suppose, he couldn’t resist me!”

Mothers frowned turned to a grin.

As she handed her dear daughter another glass of gin.

 

“What’s so funny mother!” Little red stated

For a moment the mother said nothing just waited.

“You’re father had that very same coat, he wore it a lot

He even looked like a wolf, you were so young you must have forgot.”

Little red went red then white.

First in disgust then in fright.

She felt her gut wretch.

Then finally. BANG.

The sniper shot her dead.