Raishe
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 29, 2011
- Location
- Only a mile from space. :)
The Wolf. He remembered when that was more of a title than a fact. He used to be a man, a lecher in fact. Only the wolf because of his proclivity for the younger girls. He would find them in his woods and seduce them with promises of sweets and pleasure beyond their wildest dreams. He had enjoyed many a sweet young girl in his shack and was set on enjoying many more. That is, before that witch came. He had almost had her too, she was young, seemingly naive. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. She had cast some sort of curse on him, condemning him to a life of exile until he took a pure, sweet virgin as his own. He certainly had earned the title now, standing at almost 7 foot tall, with a wolfish face, as if it was trying to form a snout. He had wolf ears, sensitive and triangular, covered in tufts of fur. He was covered in fur, head to toe, although for the most part he was human. His mind might be a bit more wolfish but he could still be considered handsome. If he wasn't a freak.
He had been in the woods for many many years stuck in this wretched existence and the biggest torture for him was not the form he was in, but his long lasting craving for a nice pure pussy. Some delicious morsel that would let him live fully again. Sure, plenty gorgeous young girls traveled through these woods but he could get none of them and not from lack of trying. They would simply scream and run which was no good. The witch said they must be consensual. But he tried, day in and day out, to find his way out. Suddenly he saw a rather beautiful young'un with a red cloak walking towards his spot on the side of the trail. Could she be the one?
He had been in the woods for many many years stuck in this wretched existence and the biggest torture for him was not the form he was in, but his long lasting craving for a nice pure pussy. Some delicious morsel that would let him live fully again. Sure, plenty gorgeous young girls traveled through these woods but he could get none of them and not from lack of trying. They would simply scream and run which was no good. The witch said they must be consensual. But he tried, day in and day out, to find his way out. Suddenly he saw a rather beautiful young'un with a red cloak walking towards his spot on the side of the trail. Could she be the one?