The Red Riding Hood TGTF Love Story #1 (Patreon)

“Woah! Are you alright?!” Nicholas crouched down and tried to help the collapsed girl on the ground. He noticed the girl lying down in the dark ally and rushed to the spot immediately. The girl was wearing a red riding hood Halloween costume. Her long dark hair covered her face completely. Nicholas moved the thatch of hair on her face aside and was struck with love at first sight. “Damn girl, who are you?” he whispered to himself, “Alright, let’s get you somewhere safe,” he picked her up and took her to his apartment, which was only a few blocks away.

“mmmm…” she moaned as she woke up from her slumber after almost an hour. Her blurry vision cleared up as she regained consciousness. She found herself lying on a futon in a strange apartment. She looked down, and her eyes widened. “AAAAAAA!!!” she squealed in a high-pitched tone. Nicholas ran over to the hall from the kitchen with a spatula in his right hand. “Oh! You are awake!” he exclaimed.

“AAAAAAA!!!” she screamed even louder upon seeing the strange man and passed out again. “Okay,” Nicholas muttered, dumbfounded. He put the spatula aside on the dining table and lifted the jar of water. He poured a handful of the liquid and sprinkled it over her face. She gasped as she came back to life. She instantly pushed herself away from him and said, “STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Her hands immediately reached her neck as she looked shocked and terrified. She looked down and lifted her red dress over her heaving breasts. “WHAT THE FUCK?!!” she hollered. Her hands trembled as she reached down to her loins. “OOHHH!!!” she looked at Nicholas wide-eyed in horror. “I AM A GIRL!” she screamed.

“Umm, I know?” Nicholas remarked. “WHERE IS THAT GIRL?!!” she bawled at him. “Woah! Calm down! What girl?!” Nicholas asked.

“I can’t believe this!” her voice quivered, “there was this small witch, and I was a werewolf, and I stole her candies and...” she lost herself in thoughts.

“Was there a girl or a witch? And she was small?” Nicholas seemed lost too.

“It was a small girl in a witch costume, for fucks sake!” she barked at her.

“Alright! Alright! What’s your name?” Nicholas asked. “My name is… My name… Dammit!” she looked frustrated.

“I think you need some rest. Then I will drop you at your house,” Nicholas asserted. “What I need is to find that witch!” she tried to leave. “Uh, I think that’s a bad idea! I mean,” he stuttered, “you hit the ground pretty hard from what I saw when I found you. Are you sure you don’t want to try what I cooked for you? I worked hard for that, you know,” he smiled.

She looked at his charming smile, and the waft of ritzy chicken casserole caused a rumble in her stomach. “Okay, but I am not waiting for a second here after that!”

“As you wish,” he walked into the kitchen, “why don’t you freshen up?” he pointed towards the sink near the bathroom.

She walked slowly and awkwardly up to the sink, avoiding the jiggles produced by her curves whenever she took a firm step. She saw her face in the mirror attached to the wall over the sink. She stared at her face agape for almost a minute before she splashed water over her face. She washed her hands and dried herself up with the towel hung beside the mirror.

As she walked over to the table, she saw the chicken casserole and asked, “you made this, huh?”

“Not really, but then you know it’s actually good!” he chuckled. She was not amused by the joke. She sat down at the far side of the table with the served dish. Nicholas took a big bite and spoke in a muffled voice, “Mmph! I ordered in from a nearby restaurant. It’s really delicious!” She gradually took a spoonful of the casserole into her mouth, and she broke into a sigh of relief. “Hmm, it’s tasty,” she murmured while savoring the food over her tongue.

“Oh! Thank Goodness! Finally, something that you like here,” Nicholas smirked. “Hey, it’s nothing personal. You don’t know anything about me,” she replied.

“Uh-huh, why don’t you tell me something about yourself? For starters, your name?” Nicholas gazed at her with a sly grin on his face. “My name is,” her mind screamed the name as she blurted out, “Rose!”

“Ah, so you remember now,” he took another bite. “My name is Nicholas, by the way.”

“No!” she shouted. “No? You want to see my ID or something?” Nicholas inquired.

She didn’t want to raise any more suspicion nor wanted to be declared a nutjob and sent to a mental asylum. “Uh, I meant no refill. I am full,” she said. “Oh. Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile that quickly vanished as she raised herself up from her seat to leave. “You know what? I’ll come with you!” Nicholas announced. He put the lid over the casserole and wiped his mouth. “I’m ready,” he eagerly looked at her. “Listen, I appreciate your help, but you don’t need to follow me around,” she insisted.

“Well, it’s almost midnight. I don’t think there’s much crowd to blend in for safety. I mean, look at your costume.” He couldn’t help but dart a glance at her skimpy outfit complimenting her curves. She looked down and noticed her ample cleavage bulging out of the dress. She readily covered it with her hands and turned around. Her futile attempts at shaking and pushing them down only filled her with dreadful embarrassment. Nicholas stifled the first few chuckles but ended up guffawing out loud, turning her face red. She flounced out of the apartment and rushed down the stairs. Nicholas followed.

“So, where are we going?” Nicholas asked, bemused. “To that alley from where you picked me up,” she answered. “But why?” he asked, still confused. She stared at her, “Hey, nobody is asking you to come.” He raised her palms, “Alright, no more questions.”

They walked down the streets, and a few blocks later, they were back to where it all started.

PART 2