Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

A massive wolf with black and white fur stood at the entrance to the spring, and Ilia's blood ran cold. She had never seen a wolf up close, but she had been told that they were about the size of large dogs. The largest dogs she had seen didn't come close to this monster. It had a manacle with a broken chain on one of its forelegs, a pattern on its forehead that Ilia couldn't believe was natural, but the most frightening aspect of the creature were its eyes, fiercely blue and more intelligent than should belong in the head of any beast. As unbeknownst to her, it was in fact Link disguised as the wild wolf...

After a moment, Ilia realized that the wolf wasn't attacking her. It was just … watching her. Those blue eyes made her feel naked. Well, she was naked, wearing nothing but water dripping off her skin, but she was sure that she would have felt the same even if she had been dressed.

"Shoo!" she said, as boldly as she could. "Go away!" The wolf didn't move. Should she scream for help? She couldn't see anyone else, but there might be someone else in the forest. But … but she was still naked, and the wolf seemed more interested in watching her than eating her. She looked around for something she could use as a weapon, and ended up grabbing a stick. "Don't make me use this!" She brandished it menacingly, but she doubted that even a puppy would believe her bluff.

Should she throw it at the wolf? No, that might provoke it, so she threw it into the trees. "Go fetch!" In response, the wolf started wagging its tail. Well, that was something, assuming that wolves wagged their tails when they were happy like dogs. Right, it was just a big dog. Just a big, wild dog with teeth big enough to tear you limb from limb.

She swallowed and stepped towards it, speaking softly. "You … you're friendly, right? Yeah, your a nice wolf, aren't you? Humans taste terrible, by the way, and I bet you aren't even hungry." The wolf never took its eyes off of her, and she was careful to never turn her back on the creature. When she was by the tree where she had hung her clothes, she reached up and pulled down her blouse–and then Link in wolf form leaped into action.

He snarled and his massive teeth latched down on her blouse, yanking it from her grasp. He tore her clothes, rending it with as much frenzy as if it were a dead animal the wolf had caught. Well, okay. Ilia didn't exactly need that shirt, and if the wolf wanted it, she wasn't going to argue. While it was busy with the remnants of her blouse, she grabbed her trousers–and the wolf attacked again.

This time, though, she was ready and didn't intend to give up her trousers without a fight. "No! Bad wolf! Bad! These–are–mine!" She refused to let go, and since the wolf wouldn't either the only thing that could yield were the trousers themselves, which they did with a heart crushing rip. She fell flat on her back into six inches of water with a scrap of useless fabric in her hand, wondering how things could (inevitably) get worse.

Link in wolf form approached, stopping when he was nearly on top of her, and opened his mouth, seemingly ready to rip out her throat.

But he didn't go for her throat. He went for her breasts and started licking them. The sensation of the beast's tongue lapping against her nipples was actually quite pleasant, in an uncomfortable, wildly inappropriate sort of way. "Well, I was half right," she said. "You're not nice, but you are friendly. Now if you could switch that around, that'd be great."

She started to push herself away on her back, but that only made the wolf's tongue lick lower, down her taut stomach and settling on her womanhood. And despite the age old enmity between cats and dogs, the wolf seemed to be lapping at her pussy with a degree of enthusiasm that she was sure she wasn't imagining, and while she would never admit it, she was starting to worry that the wetness between her legs was more than just wolf saliva and spring water.

She pushed herself away and pushed herself to her feet, her face red and her heart racing. Her undergarments were still hanging where she had left them, but they were on the other side of the big, bad, overly friendly wolf, and she didn't think it would let her have them.

Ilia decided that she needed to get away from the creature, dressed or not, so she …