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Patreon Prompt 423
🕑 Added 2023-11-10 03:22:49 +0000 UTCPrompt: A sly wolf gives Red Riding Hood (early 20s) a basket with a flask of wine, with much more capacity than it seems. She ends up emptying it along the way, unable to run or hide from the Wolf due to her bulging belly, drunken gait, and loud farts.
Red Riding Hood had learned of the many dangers of the forest in her short, 23 years of living. One of which was to always beware of the Wolf that lurked amongst the trees that was known for its sly tricks. She had managed to evade the beast during her many trips back and forth to her grandma’s house, but she always had to keep an eye out for danger. However, her sense of caution fell to the wayside as the blonde haired, red cloaked woman spotted something left in her path.
The basket was unattended with no sign of its owner. Pulling up the blanket covering the basket, Red Riding Hood discovered a flask of wine. The bottle of booze came along with a letter claiming that it was a gift for any weary travelers that needed to be refreshed during their journey. Licking her lips as she only now realized how thirsty she was, she popped open the bottle and took a sip.
Enamored by the flavor of the booze, Red Riding Hood continued to take generous gulps from it as she walked. Despite how much she was drinking, the bottle never went empty. However, the constant deluge of wine made its mark as her formerly flat belly began to swell up. Parting through the young woman’s cloak, her prominent potbelly sloshed back and forth as she drunkenly shuffled along the road.
Easily picking up the inebriated laughter and loud belches of Red Riding Hood with its pointed ears, the Wolf peeked its head out from the bushes. It bared its fangs in a wide grin as it basked in the glory of its clever scheme. Eager to claim his well-seasoned dinner, it made its way out of the bushes to approach the drunken woman.
Getting close enough to see the way Red Riding Hood’s cloak shook with each belch, the Wolf took its time deciding where to strike first. Just as it considered sinking its teeth into her bulged out belly, its ears twitched at the sound of a low growl. Thinking it was another creature coming to take its prize, it swiveled its head back and forth. Another unruly rumble turned its attention back to Red Riding Hood just as a loud BRRRAAAAAAPPPPP burst out of her rear. Overwhelmed by the smell and force of the fart, the Wolf was forced to retreat. Too drunk to notice the creature lunging back into the bushes, Red Riding Hood took another swig of her precious wine as she continued to stumble her way towards her grandma’s house.
