Note: This chapter is an alternate version of chapter three, albeit with an alternate ending. Also, some things happen differently. Okay, let's do this.
Chapter 32: Krystal Riding Hood (Alternate Version)
One day, a blue vixen named Krystal decided to walk to her grandmother's house. Krystal was far from young, being only nineteen years of age. She was clad in a red, hooded cape that she wore over her normal clothes and was carrying a basket that her mother had packed full of food. However, she had to be weary, as she heard rumors about a wolf that eats travelers. Before the cobalt vixen continued on her way to her grandmother's house, she decided to speak to the local woodsman, who was a brown coyote. The woodsman was near the path to Krystal's grandmother's house, so he could talk to the young woman.
"Excuse me, Mr. Woodsman." Krystal said.
"What is it, Krystal?" The woodsman asked.
"Have you heard of the wolf that lives in the woods?" The cobalt vixen asked.
"I have," the coyote said, "and I tried to get a mob together to capture him. That wolf is a monster who preys on young women like you. There have been multiple reports of girls your age getting impregnated by that crazy lupine, and I wouldn't want it to happen to a sweet girl like you. Please, be careful and scream for help when you see the wolf."
"I will." The vixen said before walking on the path to her grandmother's house. As she walked on the path, she heard a noise coming out of the trees. The noise was loud, so it startled Krystal. The young woman continued to walk until something walked near her. That something was a gray wolf with only one eye who was a foot taller than her. This was the infamous Wolf that she was warned about.
"Hello young lady," the Wolf looked at her with sick desire, "what are you doing out here?"
"I'm just having some treats!" Krystal lied, fearing what the Wolf could do to her.
"Really?" The lupine asked.
Krystal nodded nervously.
"You know," the Wolf approached her, "I'm in need of a treat myself."
"I'm sure that there's plenty of birds you can eat!" Krystal said.
"You're a sweet girl." The one-eyed lupine grabbed her wrist, "Not to mention young, beautiful, and innocent."
"Help!" Krystal screamed.
"Don't fight it, my girl, you should be grateful that I'm doing this to you." The Wolf lie the vixen on the ground.
"No!" Krystal shrieked, tears welling up in her eyes as the Wolf licked her face. Luckily for her, the Woodsman was near the Wolf and Krystal.
"Let her go." The coyote's eyes were filled with heroic anger.
"Fine then," the Wolf let go of Krystal, "I'll leave her alone for now. But she won't be lucky next time."
As the Wolf walked off, the Woodsman helped Krystal to her feet.
"Thanks." The cobalt vixen said.
"Do you need help carrying your basket?" The Woodsman asked.
"No," Krystal said, "but I wish someone would visit my grandmother with me. He's a boy who works as a blacksmith in town. I want to spend some time with him, but I don't think that his friends like me."
"I'm going to go back to work." The coyote said, "Give me a call for help if you see the Wolf again, okay?"
"Okay." The vixen said as she continued on the path. Unbeknownst to her and the Woodsman, the Wolf was watching them both. Upon getting an idea, he smiled and walked off.
Mrs. Reinard was laying in her bed, waiting for her granddaughter, Krystal, to arrive. The vixen loved it when her granddaughter visited, as the younger fox would make her laugh. In addition, Krystal would tell her about her time at school and what was going on in the neighborhood. The two vixens would also share the goods Krystal's mother baked. Today was just another day for them to eat some baked goods, as it was a Friday.
A knock then came on the door.
"Krystal, is that you?" Mrs. Reinard greeted.
However, it wasn't Krystal who was in the doorway, but rather a gray wolf with only one eye.
"Hello, Mrs. Reinard." The Wolf greeted.
"What are you doing here?!" The vixen harshly asked.
"I'm just here for a visit." The one-eyed lupine stated.
"You aren't welcome here, you fiend!" Mrs. Reinard shouted.
"You know," the Wolf smiled, "you remind me of a vixen I met earlier. Except, she was cobalt blue and younger."
"That's my granddaughter." Mrs. Reinard's eyes widened.
"This ought to be fun!" The Wolf chuckled.
"You leave her alone!" The orange vixen cried.
"You won't be able to stop me from having her, my dear." The one-eyed lupine taunted as he got out some rope and tied Mrs. Reinard's arms to her back.
"Untie me, you bastard!" Mrs. Reinard yelled.
"You're going in the closet, ma'am." The deranged lupine shoved the bound vixen into her closet and shut it, locking the door. The Wolf then chuckled before covering himself up in blankets. From inside the closet, Mrs. Reinard looked down in shame, realizing what was going to happen to her granddaughter. Worse, she had no way to stop the lupine that tied her up.
Krystal, Mrs. Reinard thought to herself, forgive me!
Krystal walked to the doorstep of her grandmother's house and knocked on the door.
"Grandma, I'm here!" Krystal said.
"Come on in!" A raspy falsetto said.
"Are you okay?" The cobalt vixen asked, not trusting the voice.
"I'm fine!" The voice yelled, "Come on in, little girl!"
"You never call me 'little girl', what's going on?" The vixen wasn't believing the voice.
"I just feel a little sick," the voice stated, "but I'll feel better once you come in!"
Not trusting the voice, Krystal felt the urge to go get help. Before she could do so, a gray paw grabbed her arm.
"Grandma, you have a big hand!" Krystal cried.
Two ears popped out of the doorway.
"And big ears!" The cobalt vixen added.
"Let's skip all of that." The voice became deeper as the hand pulled the vixen inside. The hand belonged to a familiar face: the Wolf!
"Help!" Krystal screamed, "The Wolf's at my grandmother's house and he's going to kill us! Someone, please, help!"
"No one can hear you, Little Blue." The Wolf shut the door behind him.
"Let me go! Let me go!" The cobalt vixen shrieked.
"Leave her alone, you psycho!" Mrs. Reinard shouted from within her closet.
"Not until I'm done with her!" The Wolf said as he threw Krystal onto the bed.
"Unhand us, you monster!" Krystal cried in fear.
"I will have you, my dear." The Wolf said as he tied the vixen's arms behind her back
"Stop!" The cobalt vixen shouted.
"You can't stop me, sweet thing." The one-eyed lupine said as he started to rip her clothes off.
"Please don't do this!" Krystal whimpered as tears welled up in her eyes.
"You'll love it after a few seconds." The larger male chuckled as he undid the vixen's pants and pulled her panties off. After that, he forced her legs open, leaving her vulnerable and unable to stop him from assaulting her.
"No, don't!" Krystal screamed, "NO! NO! SOMEONE HELP ME!!"
The Woodsman overheard Krystal's screams and decided to gather a mob to capture the Wolf. As he went through town, he found himself being followed by a few citizens who were interested in finding the dreaded lupine. One of those citizens was the blacksmith Krystal mentioned earlier: an orange fox with green eyes. The fox even had an axe in his hands. When the mob was assembled, they gathered around the Woodsman.
"Everyone," the coyote said, "now that we're together, we need to capture the Wolf that had been prowling the woods! There is a family in distress, and we must save them! If we don't, the Wolf will kill a young woman and her grandmother!"
"What are we waiting for?!" The fox shouted, "We need to capture the Wolf for good!"
"Follow me, everyone!" The Woodsman shouted as he led the mob to Mrs. Reinard's house. The mob, comprised of men, women, and children, had torches and weapons with them. Everyone was ready to capture the Wolf that was plaguing the land. When they got to Mrs. Reinard's house, they heard loud sobbing. The crying belonged to a young woman who everyone knew well: Krystal. The Woodsman leaned his ear on the door, and was horrified with what he heard.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy that." The Wolf said.
"Please, leave us alone!" Krystal sobbed.
"Oh no," the lupine laughed, "I'm not letting you go that easily, little girl. In fact, I'm going to turn you into my little sex slave. You'll never see your family ever again."
"No!" Krystal cried.
Having had enough, the Woodsman kicked the door open and entered the room with the Blacksmith.
"You again!" The Wolf snarled.
"Please help me!" Krystal whimpered.
Krystal was naked below the belt, while she had the rest of her clothes on. The Woodsman and the Blacksmith were angry, seeing that the vixen had been violated by a monster.
"You're going to pay for what you did to her!" The Blacksmith shouted.
"Oh," the Wolf got off the bed and walked near the two men, "will I?"
"And we'll make sure you regret raping her!" The Woodsman brandished his axe.
"I have no regrets!" The one-eyed lupine chuckled.
"Very well then, you leave us no choice!" The coyote stated.
"Now!" The Blacksmith shouted.
Some members of the mob came in and surrounded the Wolf, tying him up in rope. Before he could break free, the mob put him into a cage and carried him out of the house. When they were gone, the Woodsman unlocked the closet and freed Mrs. Reinard. As the coyote untied her, the Blacksmith put an assuring arm around Krystal.
"We should get you to the doctor, he can help you." The orange fox said.
"Okay." Krystal whimpered.
"Oh Krystal, come here!" Mrs. Reinard held her arms out. The older female found herself being hugged by her scared granddaughter.
"He hurt me!" Krystal sobbed.
"You're safe now," the Woodsman said, "the Wolf can't hurt you anymore."
"He's going away for a long time, we'll make sure of it." The Blacksmith said.
A few days later, a trial was being held for the Wolf. The jury found him guilty, and he was sentenced to life in prison. After the trial, Krystal was comforted by her parents. They were outraged by what had happened to their little girl, so they didn't tolerate anyone who insulted her. The Woodsman became a friend to the family and the Blacksmith had agreed to be a shoulder to cry on for Krystal. They all lived together in harmony, and would for the rest of their days.
Note: I know what all of you are thinking: Why is Fox's mother Krystal's grandmother now? I don't know, I guess I wasn't thinking when I made the cast. I had Tech remain the Woodsman, and I made Fox a local blacksmith. Also, I don't think I should have featured Krystal being violated, because I like her character. What did you guys think about this chapter? Let me know when you leave a review or give a constructive criticism. Until next time guys, peace!
