“You know what, big fella?” Red grinned, “I got a proposition for you!”
“Oh? What’s that, kid?” the wolf asked.
“Okay, first of all,” Red began, “You’re not gonna call me ‘kid’ anymore if I’m gonna be your mate. Second, and this is my actual proposition, how about you come live with me at the bakery?”
“Excuse me?” the wolf was, understandably, taken aback. He did have a pretty nasty reputation as the Big Bad Wolf, and the town wasn’t exactly known for being accommodating towards “wild animals.”
“I can make it work,” Red exclaimed, “All I gotta do is ‘tame’ you, and explain our situation. You could help with all the heavy lifting of the flour and the big mixing bowl, and we can shag whenever we want!”
“You are an excellent shag, Red,” the wolf admitted, “but domestic living? Ain’t my bag.”
“That’s not a problem,” Red replied, “Duncan Bakery is right next to the woods if you’re not too keen on feeling cooped up all day!”
“That’s oddly contrived,” the wolf deadpanned, “but if my bitch actually likes having me nearby, I don’t see why I couldn’t do a couple chores for her. You’re half wolf now though, so how you gonna work that?”
“C’mon,” Red smirked, “This is fairy tale country. A little wolf curse never hurt anybody, and you handle yours pretty well anyway! It’s just 7pm till 7am I’m gonna be fuzzier than usual!”
“Longer than that on full moons, remember,” the wolf reiterated.
“Will I be a cute wolf?” Red asked.
“The cutest,” the wolf grinned, “and maybe the most oddly shaped. Look at this moneymaker!” He gave the Duncan girl’s bottom a hearty smack, making it jiggle like gelatin again.
“Mmm... moneymaker,” Red happily sighed, “That’s lovely. It can be all yours if you agree to helping around the bakery!”
“Ah what the hell, I’m in,” the wolf nodded, “So how did you intend to ‘tame’ me?” Red merely smirked in response as her futa cock sprung back to life. “Oh. OOOH! Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?”