Once upon a time in town there was a little mouse boy whose mischief both exasperated and delighted the townsfolk. They knew him by the streak of red passing by every prank. Thus he was called Naughty Red Riding Hood, for his mischief and the red hood that he wore.
	One day Naughty Red Riding Hood was tasked to take some bread and wine to the old one in the forest. “Stay on the path, and do not talk to strangers.” His parents warned him. The mouse nodded and went on his way into the forest with the basket of bread and wine. At first he kept on the path but his mind wandered and soon he found himself off of the path. He wandered around lost in the forest.
	Now in the forest there lived a Big Bad Wolf. He was big because he towered, and he was bad because he had leather wear that would make the toughest bear stand up and protest it being overdone like charcoaled sauage. Naughty Red Riding Hood in his wandering bumped into the wolf. “Now who do we have here? What are you doing in this forest?” The Big Bad Wolf said. 
	Naughty Red Riding Hood, foolish as ever answered with his name “I’m going to the old one in the forest to deliver bread and wine but I’ve lost my way.”
	The Big Bad Wolf’s voice dripped with honey “Now you’re going the wrong way then.” The wolf lied, roping the rodent in. “If you continued along this way, why you’ll only get lost deeper into the forest.” The Big Bad Wolf reached out his paw, the picture of a perfect gentleman. The mouse followed him and was led to another path. “Take this route and you will reach where you need to go.” The Big Bad Wolf said. Naughty Red Riding Hood thanked the wolf and went on his way. When the red hooded mouse was out of sight, the wolf chuckled to himself and his trick on his prey. That path was the long way around and it didn’t lead to the old one in the forest but rather to the wolf’s den. The Big Bad Wolf fled taking a shorter route back to his home. When he reached there, he set a fire and threw a mixture on the fire making the air fill with a fog. On the table he put a dish of very special salt. He then climbed into bed in his finest leatherwear and waited.
	The mouse had taken the path that the wolf told him too, yet it was getting dark and Naughty Red Riding Hood was afraid that he was on the wrong path after all. He was relieved when he finally saw a light in the distance. It was the old one’s home and the mouse knocked on the door “Old one it’s me Naughty Red Riding Hood, I’ve brought you some bread and wine.” He heard a voice telling him to come in and Naughty Red Riding Hood opened the door. The first thing he thought was that the air smelled musty, the next was that everything was rather dim. The last was that the old one was already in bed. “I’m sorry old one but can I stay here for the night? It is dark out and it’s not safe to go home at this hour.”
	“Sure my boy, but you must not have had any supper why not you have the bread and wine you brought for me. There’s some salt on the table for flavoring.” The old one said. The mouse boy nodded unsure but the old one did give the boy permission. The mouse ate the bread flavored with salt and drank the heady wine. The mouse’s head began to swim and the heat from the fire was getting to the mouse. Naughty Red Riding Hood felt light and extremely warm. Then the old one spoke again. “Why not throw your shirt on the fire; you won’t need it again.” Now the mouse would have thought this was strange but his thoughts felt clouded by thick wool so he took off his shirt and threw it onto the fire to burn. Then the old one spoke again and told him the same for his pants, and then his under things. At last the mouse was only covered with his signature red hood and the old one told him as well to throw it onto the fire. By now with all the clothing burning in the hearth, the room was quite dim. “Now come to sleep Naughty Red Riding Hood.” The mouse went onto the bed and faced away from the old one but not before looking into the old one’s eyes. “Old one, what big eyes you have.” Naughty Red Riding Hood said. 
	“All the better to see you with, my dear.” The old one said. Then the wolf’s arms came around and pulled the mouse closer and under the wolf. “Old one, what big arms you have.” Naughty Red Riding Hood said.
	“All the better to hold you with, my dear.” The old one said. Then the wolf got hard and his length poked the back side of the mouse’s bottom. The mouse stiffened not sure and then said “Old one?” the mouse was stuttering “what big length…” 
	“All the better to FILL you with, my dear!” The wolf said and his rammed into the foolish mouse’s ass. The rodent screamed and struggled but the Big Bad Wolf was too big and too bad for the mouse to get away. Pounding after pounding the wolf gave into the mouse’s hole spreading it wide. Naughty Red Riding Hood got hard though he wished it not and throbbed with each thrust. He wept and begged and pleaded but the wolf relentlessly went into him and when the wolf came, the mouse was filled with slimy seed. It didn’t end there for the wolf reached down to the poor mouse’s dick and jacked it off stealing away the first pleasure the mouse had ever experienced down there. Naughty Red Riding Hood fell limp against the wolf and cried harder when he heard the wolf say. “Now I’ve made you mine twice over, you’ll never have anyone but me naughty red. Everyone will know that your ass is mine, my dear.” The wolf licked the neck of the mouse and that was the end of Naughty Red Riding Hood. For from that day forth he was naughty, red and sore from riding but lost his hood and stayed with the wolf till the end of his days.