Big Bad Wolf story part 1? NSFW and an animation

Warnings: bdsm, mind break, pet play, general kinda bad vibes maybe?

A long time ago, in a magical world where human people identify as animals and engage in light cosplay to that effect...

There the Bid Bad Wolf sat. Alone and naked, leashed and tied in, with only the thinest beam of daylight to see, yet content in the little house made of sticks waiting for master to come visit her again.

Sometimes she liked to remember things that had happened before whilst she waited; mostly she did absolutely nothing but sometimes it was nice to think a little. 

Once upon a time she lived outside and did whatever she pleased, how lucky she now felt to be saved from such a terrible existence.  Such a burden, always needing to decide what to do for yourself; being a pet, following instructions, that was the life she knew deep in her soul she was made for. Things didn’t go wrong when you did what a Master said, no one blames an axe for felling a tree. Being a tool made you free from responsibilities and that was just so wonderful.  

The sound of distant footsteps approaching filled her heart with excitement, “Master!” She silently cried out in joy, tail suddenly wagging full speed - but the wagging faded with the sound of the footsteps, the Big Bad Wolf slouched in miserable disappointment and continued to wait.

It was a wrong decision that landed her here - though she was grateful for it now. Her tummy was hungry and the scent of sweet piggies tempted her to a part of the forest she’d not tread before; still here was little risk she wouldn’t take for a bully full of tender piglets.. She’d strutted up to the very same house of sticks in which she now waited and confidently knocked on the door, 

“Little pig, little pig, let me in” She’d coo’d, Licking her lips ready to feast after she’d played with her food. Well, to much surprise, the door swung open and the man she only ever knew as Master squeezed his girth through the undersized opening as if to foreshadow her future. 

“What do you want?” The huge fat Pig Oinked deeply, gravely, looking down at the Big Bad Wolf like she were nothing but a dog.

Back then, The Big Bad Wolf wasn’t a Good Girl like she was now - she was overconfident and nasty. It didn’t matter that this Piggy was two foot taller than her and at least three times her weight; she was a WOLF and he was a Pig and the idea she would do anything other than eat him for supper was ridiculous -

She wrinkled her muzzle into a snarl and made the same declaration she had done a hundred times before “I’m the Big Bad Wolf and I’m here to-“

“I know ‘o yer is and why yer here” 

She folded in bewilderment, no one had spoken down to her like that since she was a cub!

“Wh- w, Do- ?” The right words evaded her too long “O-OH! You do, Do you?! Wel-“

“Yeah, yer a wrong’un here to fill yer guts with pig,” Master had the most wonderfully assertive tone to his voice, his words were like a hammer and her head was a bell, the ringing made talking back impossible. Vague wobbly murmurs were the best she managed before Master placed one big hand around her waist and lifted her up like a small doll “ ‘ow many Little Piggies does it take t’ fill this little tummy den?” Master asked, running the oversized finger of his other hand firmly down her navel

“T-t-thre-“ 

“Yer ain’t big are yer? pretty small really” He sniffed, turning around before squeezing back through the doorway with her still in his grip “Yer’ll ‘ave a lot more than three in yer though, I’d bet” The Big Bad wolf didn’t know what those words meant at the time, but they made her tummy feel happy wriggles deep inside regardless.

The Big Bad Wolf wriggled and fidgeted on the straw pile in which she sat, her groin begged for attention as she dared to remember that first night of ‘obedience training’ with Master. Master would scold her if he found her masterbating without his permission but she couldn’t very well help herself! It should be okay as long as she finished quickly, she thought then rolled back in the straw and set her fingers to work on her already wet slit, running frantic circles around her clit as she reminisced…

The door slammed shut

“Sit!”

 The Big Bad Wolf was sitting on the floor in the darkness, not quite sure how she’d gotten there. The air groaned under the weight of a thick musky stench as it rolled over her face like a wet towel, bending over every one of the 200 million olfactory cells in her sensitive nose and fucking them hard and deep. She dopeyly wondered why her mouth was watering whilst her eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the house of twigs, her head shaking with a gentle, subconscious rhythm tracking an object that swung like the pendulum of a grandfather clock just infant of her face. 

It resembled a loose stocking rolled up around a large cucumber or marrow but damp and fleshy in texture - behind it hung what appeared to be an equally fleshy and wrinkly purse containing two large oranges; both lazily swung, wafting their stink up her nose and into her brain where it turned her thoughts to filth. 

Oh- how she was missing that smell now.

“W-what a big cock you have…” Was all she had been able to say, the words slurred by the excess of saliva in her mouth. She was shocked, not by how desperately she wished to suck and lick every wrinkle and fold of his fleshy genitals, but by how little disgust she felt at herself for wanting to do so. ‘Why would I, The Big Bad Wolf, do something as degrading as to fellate a disgusting, fat pig who should be my dinner?’ Is what she knew she should be thinking, but she wasn’t and somehow didn’t even care. How wonderful that was.

 One big hand grasped her head like it was an apple, the thick thumb gently ran down her cheek to the corner of her mouth which opened wide obediently to accept Masters thumb, sliding in right to the back where her tongue met her throat, past the sharp fangs that could have easily stopped it, pressing heavily and possessively. 

“No more talkin’ from yer now, not’s unless I ask’s yer somefin’ or say’s yer can” 

“I- I- ooog-” She tried to speak past Masters thumb, eye’s shaking and transfixed by the monstrous cock which swayed ever closer to her face

“No talkin’ !” The pressure in Masters voice silenced her, his grip tightening around her head was unnecessary.

The big bad wolf let out an uncontrolled moan and beat her clit with ever more frantic fingers as she recalled the feeling of Masters palm squashing her face.

“Good dog”

she recalled Master praising her silence and came with a symphony of yelps, thrashing her hips wildly upwards whilst spraying lashes of girl cum over the fresh straw which made her bed. She Huffed and Puffed in the afterglow which faded far too soon, leaving only the growing cold of the wet straw against her skin.

Master would be upset about this mess, no hiding it. The thought that Master wouldn’t be praising her for being a Little Good Dog when he came back was enough to make her cry. 

“I’ll be a good girl next time” She promised herself, just as the sound of heavy footsteps set her tail wagging again.