The Big Sister Pig of the Three Little Pigs Reverse-Rapes the Young Gray Wolf

Chapter 1: Forbidden Challenge in the Orchard

I’m Wolf, 18, a descendant of the Gray Wolf clan in Forest Town, 170 cm, lean but agile, silver-gray short hair, twitching pointed ears, green eyes like a beast, a boyish face with rebellious charm. Forest Town is a modernized fairy-tale world where anthropomorphic animals run businesses under storybook rules. I’m the last of the Gray Wolves, my grandfather the Big Bad Wolf, infamous for failing to eat the Three Little Pigs, tarnishing our name. I vow revenge, targeting the Pigs’ leader—Big Sister Pig, Pauline, 30, E-cup breasts, curly pink hair, in a tight farmer’s dress, round hips, exuding mature, feral allure. She runs the “Fairy-Tale Orchard,” ruling the forest’s economy, her sexiness and dominance bending all males to her will.

One night, I sneak into her orchard to steal apples but get caught. Pauline sheds her dress, revealing lace panties, breasts quivering, smirking, “Little Wolf, challenging me? Pass my trial first!” Stunned, she pounces, rips my leather pants, licks my cock, tongue hot as wildfire. I resist, “Pauline, you filthy pig!” She laughs, “Filthy? Taste me!” She pins me under a fruit tree, rides my cock, thrusting roughly, branches shaking. I cum inside; she squirts, juices mixing with fruit nectar, soaking the grass, orchard like a storm’s aftermath. She gasps, “Little Wolf, you’re mine!” Humiliated, I want to burrow into the earth, shame and pleasure roaring like a beast.

Chapter 2: Absurd Forest Trials

Pauline declares “Forest Trials” to “tame the rebellious wolf,” really an excuse to reverse-rape me. Daily, she summons me to the orchard, using fairy-tale props, saying, “Little Wolf, submit, and the orchard’s yours.” In a blueberry patch, coated in juice, she strips, “Lick me clean!” I lick her pussy, sweet as honey, then fuck her pussy, juices splashing. She binds my wrists with vines, rides my cock, rough enough to make me scream, “Pauline… I’m dying…” Juices spray like a waterfall; I slip in mud, bruising my ass. She laughs, “Little Wolf, you’re a fairy-tale blooper!” Pissed, I cum on her, berries a swamp.

Trials spill into forest parties. Animals gather; Pauline in a revealing leather skirt teases me, dragging me to a tree hollow, stripping, “Little Wolf, give me your submission.” I fuck her tight anus, her screaming, “Little Wolf… I’m your pig…” Juices soak the hollow. Vines snap, a branch hits my head; we laugh, cleaning, like a comedy. Rabbit Boss knocks, “Pauline, what’s up?” She yells, “Fixing the tree!” My heart races; I ask, “Pauline, really submission?” She sighs, “Little Wolf, my mom was eaten by a wolf; I use sex to protect the orchard.” Shocked, I suspect she masks trauma with dominance.

Chapter 3: Psychological Abyss

Pauline’s body hooks me, but post-climax humiliation chokes like weeds. I’m a Gray Wolf, yet reverse-raped by a pig—this shame keeps me awake. I try resisting, “Pauline, this is wrong; I’m leaving!” She laughs, “Little Wolf, your cock disagrees. Submit, and you’ll have a place.” Her lonely eyes betray her. I learn her mother was devoured by my grandfather; she built the orchard and uses sex to assert control, hiding childhood pain.

In the orchard warehouse, Pauline pulls out “trial props”—wooden dildos, honey smears. Stripped, bound to a rack, she says, “Little Wolf, punish me.” I coat her breasts with honey, fuck her pussy and anus, her screaming, “Little Wolf… I’m breaking…” Juices spray like a honey spring, warehouse a swamp. After, she curls up, “Little Wolf, do you hate me?” Heart aching, I hug her, “Pauline, you don’t need to prove yourself.” She cries, “I just want to protect the forest.” We’re escaping pain.

I try fleeing the orchard, joining other animal gangs, but Pauline’s nudity taunts, “Little Wolf, or I find other wolves.” Pissed, I’m fucked by her all night, humiliation and pleasure a forest fire.

Chapter 4: Reality’s Absurdity

I try normalcy, joining Rabbit Boss’s farm, dodging Pauline. She storms in, honey-coated, stripping, “Little Wolf, final trial!” Hard, lifting the table, I drag her to the barn, use a wooden dildo on her clit, fuck her pussy, her screaming, “Little Wolf… I can’t take it…” Juices soak the hay. The dildo splits, shards flying; we laugh, cleaning, like a comedy. Heart heavy, I say, “Pauline, we’re ruining each other.” She pauses, “Little Wolf, I just want you to stay.”

At a forest festival, animals revel; Pauline in a leaf skirt teases, making me hard. She drags me to bushes, stripping, “Little Wolf, submit.” I fuck her anus, rough, her screaming, “Little Wolf… I’m yours…” Juices soak the bushes. Vines tangle my feet; I fall, ass-up; she laughs, “Little Wolf, fairy-tale villain flop!” Pissed, I fuck her again, cumming on her, scene a disaster.

Chapter 5: Breaking Free

I leave Forest Town for Riverside Village, joining a fishing gang, escaping Pauline. I focus on fishing, ignoring her texts. She barges into my cabin, fruit-mud-coated, stripping, “Little Wolf, one last time?” Furious, I drag her to the river, “Pauline, you deserve a real forest!” She cries, “Little Wolf, I want to be needed.” Softening, I hug her, “Find yourself.” She nods, vowing to reform the orchard, drop dominance.

I rebuild, date a normal fox girl, but Pauline’s body haunts my dreams like wildflowers. This taboo must end. She sends wild berry flowers, “Little Wolf, a goodbye gift.” I keep them, “Pauline, be happy.” She leaves, teary.

Chapter 6: Unexpected Redemption

I burn Pauline’s messages, starting fresh. She writes, reforming the orchard, reconciling with animals. Relieved, I focus on fishing, forgetting the madness. 

In Riverside, my fishing thrives. I meet a gentle fox girl, joking, “Wolf, your fish are hotter than you!” Our sex is tender, funny—under moonlight, her C-cup breasts glow. I tie her wrists with silk, lick her clit, thrust gently, her squirting climax crying, “Wolf… I love you…” We marry, have a daughter, Lily. Pauline sends a card, running a juice shop, finding new life. My taboo past fades, happiness like berry flowers—warm, lasting.