Goldy Lox/Sulk/Fun/Mummy/Left/Goldy/Daddy Bear/Wolf
Back at the tree stump by the fork in the road, you stop for a rest. The forest is quiet, just the sound of the wind in the trees and you sit for a while. Eventually you set off towards Grampy's house, but you don't get far before you see the wolf. He's not doing anything, just sitting in the middle of the path licking himself.
Daddy told you all about wolves. In a pack, they can be dangerous, but on their own they are scaredy-cats, so you keep walking, expecting that he will run off into the trees. Instead, he stands up and growls, showing a set of sharp-looking teeth. You come to a stop. "Shoo!" you say.
The wolf takes no notice and walks towards you, still showing his teeth - it almost looks like a smile. You put the basket down. Maybe he's hungry and smelled the ham. You turn to run away, but trip over a log on the side of the path and end up face down with your bare bottom in the air. Before you can get up there is a big paw on each side of you and you feel hot breath on the back of your neck. "Oh no. Not again," you think as you feel something poking you from behind.
Bowing to the inevitable, you lift your bottom higher so he can get his stiff thingy in, but he just keeps stabbing all over the place. "Come on, get on with it you stupid wolf," you say and then - "OW! Hey, that's not right. OOWW! That hurts." The stupid animal has found the wrong hole and it's poking right in your bottom. He doesn't seem to care though and keeps stabbing and getting further and further in. It's like when you really need a poo, but more than that and, weirdly, it feels kinda good.
Just when you are beginning to think that it's not all that bad, he stops thrusting and you feel the hot stuff squirting out and filling you up even more. Finally, he pulls out and then you feel his big rough tongue cleaning you up. Slurp slurp he goes and that does feel good. He's licking all the way from your tender place up to your bottom hole, but once again, just as the feeling starts to build up inside you, he stops. All you feel is the cold as the ail gets to your wet parts.
Carefully, you get up and look around. He's nowhere to be seen and the basket is still where you left it. You feel a little sore behind, but you pick the basket up and once again, head towards Granddad's house.