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The Riverwalk
San Antonio, Texas

Fuck my life, Snow White thought as she chased an animated dildo up the streets of San Antonio, Texas. She glanced to her left where her mate, Bigby Wolf, wasn’t faring any better than her. He was huffing and puffing, literally to breathe, not to blow anything over, whilst trying to pull a pair of nipple clamps off of the branch of a Bald Cypress tree. 

“Snow…” he panted, “I… don’t… think… this is working! Ugh!” There was the sudden loud snap of the branch breaking. She watched in horror as Bigby fell backwards, as if in slow motion…

“Oh, no! Don’t fall in…” *SPLASH* “…the river…” Snow ended with a sigh, the dildoe that had been taunting her now forgotten. She hurried over to the edge of the murky river and leaned over. To her surprise the sex toy followed and glanced down too.

“Can you actually see?” She asked it. “God help me, I’m talking to a…” She shook her head, briefly wondering how her life had come to this point, then let out a breath of relief as Bigby broke over the water’s surface, the nipple clamps holding fast to his hair as if afraid of the getting wet.

Grumbling Bigby swam over to the edge of the riverwalk and climbed out, Snow pulling on the back of his shirt to help.

“Y’all good down there?” A voice called from one of the many bridges spanning the narrow river.

“Yes!” Snow’s voice was high-pitched. She cleared her throat, “Ahem, yes, we’re quite alright. Just… um…”

“No worries darlin’ you and your man have your fun in your own way!” A big busty blonde shouted down at them. “Just be careful no snakes end up in his pants!”

“‘Xcept the one already in there!” The man said with a loud guffaw.

Bigby looked up, shooting them a glare, which didn’t do much, he looked like a large wet dog. Snow couldn’t help it, she let out a giggle.

“You find this funny?” Bigby asked, disgruntled as he shook himself off, water droplets flying everywhere. 

“Well, you do have nipple clamps stuck to your hair. Along with who-else-knows-what.” She reached up to pluck a stray twig from the top of his head, surreptitiously trying to remove the clamps. Apparently the clamps had had enough adventure for one night and they didn’t resist. They came loose and curled up into Snow’s palm, as if falling asleep.

“If this wasn’t so weird, I’d say they were cute.”

“Don’t you dare.” Bigby pointed a finger at her. “When I get my hands on that Jersey Devil and his crazy ass girlfriend, I’m going to… Mmm…” Bigby’s rant was cut off as Snow quickly pressed her lips to his.

“What say you we take a nice hot shower and spend the night cuddling?” Snow said as she helped Bigby to his feet. To her relief it seemed as though the dildoe didn’t want to be seperated from its friend and it slid into her purse, which she promptly zipped up.

“Change that shower to a bath and cuddling to sex and I’m all yours.” Bigby said with a grin, his mood significantly improving.

Snow laughed as slid her arm around his waist. “Deal!” It didn’t matter that they had already had a nice long bout of lovemaking that very morning, Bigby was insatiable for her, as she was for him. He could just glance her way and her panties would turn wet.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, noticing her staring at him.

“Oh nothing much, I was just thinking how much I love you.”

Bigby beamed, he never tired of hearing her say those words. “If I didn’t smell like fish food I’d take you right here and now.” He said huskily into her ear.

“As much as I want you, I think I can wait till after we bathe!”

“If you say so…” He teased, knowing from one quick whiff that she was hot and ready for him.

“I do say so.” Snow said, not sounding convinced. He noticed with satisfaction that she picked up the pace, they were only a couple of blocks from their hotel.

Giggling like they were twenty year-olds, and not centuries old, they hurried through the lobby, ignoring the looks of the receptionist and other guests as Bigby dripped rancid water on the carpet as they ran to their room, Snow reaching for their keycard in her purse, hoping the nipple clamps were still asleep, or dormant. She wasn’t sure which word was appropriate.

To her relief they were and she flung her purse aside then felt her feet leave the floor as Bigby grabbed her around the waist and easily lifted her to press her against his body. His lips were just about to meet hers when he felt a palm against his face, pushing him away.

“Wolf, you smell! And now my suit is going to smell too!” Snow protested, trying to hide the smile from her lips.

Bigby pursed his lips against her palm and kissed it. “Then I should take it off of you.” Bigby replied, his voice slightly muffled. Snow felt herself carefully being lowered to her feet, Bigby’s hands immediately moving to the buttons down the front of her jacket. He had gotten very adept at undressing her and before she could start on his shirt she found herself wearing only her bra and skirt.

“Bigby, I can’t undress you…” she shimmied as her skirt was being lowered, “…if you keep…” she lifted one leg at his gentle prompting so he could pull her panties off, “…removing my clothing!”

Snow crossed her arms. She was naked, save for her bra, which somehow hadn’t been removed.

“I’ll make it easy for you.” Bigby grasped the edges of his shirt.

“Don’t you dare! If you keep ripping off your clothing…!”

“I’m not keeping this anyway, there’s no saving it. Besides, you like it when I do this.” There was the sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping as Bigby easily tore his shirt in two, revealing his broad, hairy, and very impressive chest.

“Why are you still wearing your bra?” He asked as he pulled his pants off.

Snow sighed and unhooked it. “There, better?” She purposefully crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up, her nipples tight and puckered.

“You’d be naked all the time if it were up to me.” Bigby said with a grin as he easily scooped her up into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bathroom.

“I know.” Snow replied as she reached up to run her fingers through Bigby’s hair. “I think we’ll have to do two rounds of shampooing.”

Bigby shrugged, “Whatever you’d like.”

Snow snuggled against him, her nose pressing to his neck. She didn’t care that he smelled like a dead largemouth bass, her wolf-y man always did whatever would make her happy. As long as she wasn’t putting herself in danger.

“Shoulda filled the tub first.” He muttered in annoyance.

“Well someone was in a rush to undress me…” Snow replied as she reached over to turn the tap. Reluctantly Bigby set her down but cheered up as he got a nice view of her rear end as she reached for the complimentary lavender scented bubble bath. Snow let out a shiver as Bigby trailed his fingers down her spine.

“Patience Wolf.” Snow said, already feeling her arousal heightening.

“You smell so good.” Bigby said as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. “You’re in heat.” He began to press soft kisses along her spine, nearly ending up flat on the floor.

Snow blushed, Bigby was very blasé about anything sex related. Or even bodily functions she wouldn’t have dreamed of talking about, but it was hard to avoid when he knew ahead of her when her period was coming, or even if a certain food disagreed with her. She had thought she would get over her embarrassment eventually but he still managed to catch her off guard with his offhand comments.

“I love how wet you get for me.” Bigby murmured, his nose practically in the crack of her ass. Snow shifted, she was still kneeling over the tub, supposedly testing the temperature of the water, but she had lost all rational thought as she felt Bigby’s tongue flick along the seam of her vagina.

“Ohmy…” Snow’s legs slid outwards as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. Bigby’s hand reached out and caught her around the waist before she fell onto the floor flat on her stomach. She felt the soft pile of the bath mat against her cheek.

“Is the bath ready yet?” Bigby asked.

“Dunno…” Snow muttered, her mind hazy.

“I think it needs more.”

“You didn’t even check.”

“It’s a big tub. I know how we can kill time till it’s ready.”

“Oh?” Snow asked, not caring, as she knew it would most definitely be something she’d enjoy. She was proven correct as she felt Bigby part her legs from behind her. She heard rustling as he moved between her thighs, then warmth as he lay himself down over her, resuming where he had left off.

“Mmm… you taste so good.” Another quick flick of his tongue, her body parting eagerly for him. Snow squirmed, she felt Bigby’s hands grab her buttocks and squeeze lightly.

“Harder.” She said, her voice muffled by the carpet.

She felt his fingers dig in a bit more, massaging her butt cheeks. 

Snow felt her face heat up, she wanted… more. The only problem was, she didn’t know how to ask for it. Bigby could tell, he tried, but under it all he was always very gentle. She wanted him to let loose, to be wild. And to see if she had gotten over…

“Snow, love, talk to me.” Bigby knew something was on his mate’s mind. He moved his body up over hers, then slightly to the side so he could see her face. “Sweetheart, what is it?” He cupped her face in his hand. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

Snow nodded, but couldn’t meet his gaze. He didn’t push her, he waited patiently, as he had for over a century for her to be ready for him.

“I… I like it when you… touch me that way.”

“Massaging you?”

“Yes, but… I want more. Um, to be harder.”

Bigby remained silent, he seemed to be processing what she had said. “Harder? As in rougher?”

“I… I think so. Yes.”

Bigby moved his hand to her chin to tilt her face upwards. She had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Snow, are you asking me to spank you?”

This time Snow’s entire face turned red. “Um. Yes?”

Bigby’s expression softened, “it’s okay if you want to try something new.”

“It… it is?” Snow asked, her voice oddly innocent in contrast with her request.

“Of course. You know I’ll do anything to keep you satisfied.” Bigby hesitated, he seemed to want to ask her something but didn’t know how to go about it.

“What is it?” Snow asked, the tables now turned. She caressed his jawline, his five o’clock shadow rough against her fingertips. 

“I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I can tell that you like it when I’m…um… wolf-y-er,” Bigby admitted, “but…”

“Is that why you pull back?” Snow asked. “You’re afraid of hurting me?”

“Mmm. I don’t know how far I should go.”

Snow shifted to sit up, Bigby following suit. “Bigby,” she cupped his face between her hands, “I will most assuredly tell you if you’re going beyond my comfort zone.” Snow began to look excited, the prospect of satisfying a darker need that she only recently realized she had was thrilling her. “Can we at least try? After I turn off the water.” She reached behind and off to the side to quickly turn the tap off before the bathroom flooded.

Snow gasped as Bigby grabbed her around her middle and turned her so her back was pressed to his chest. One arm moved across her breasts, his left hand grabbing her right breast, his other hand splayed over her stomach.

“Like this?” He growled, his voice pitched deeper than when in his human form.

Is he going to change? Snow wondered, feeling a heat pooling between her legs. I’m not sure I meant that…

Bigby chuckled, having noticed her tense up and realized the reason, “I’m staying human love. Just changed my voice.”

“Oh. I like that.”

She felt teeth drag along the delicate skin of her neck, stopping by the pulse at the side of her throat. There was a soft nip, no skin broken, but Snow gasped and arched her back. Bigby pinched her nipple. “Oh, yes…”

His hand on her stomach moved down to her thigh and he pushed her legs open so he could slide his knee in between. She was now straddling his left thigh, wanting desperately to grind against it. She had just shifted her hips when Bigby’s hand came down and lightly smacked her between the legs, his middle finger hitting against her clit, but not hard enough to give her any release.

”Fuck.” Snow cursed, “I wanted rough, not torture.”

“Goes hand-in-hand. Did you like that?” Bigby asked, belatedly realizing he should’ve asked before he had done it.

Snow wiggled her butt, trying to push her pussy against him for friction.

“I’ll take that as a yes. But you’re cheating.” The hand on her breast moved to her back and she suddenly found herself on all fours on the bath mat. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

There was a smack as his palm connected with the fleshy part of her ass causing it to jiggle enticingly.

Bigby groaned, his erection was so hard, his mate smelled incredible, and all he wanted to do was plunge himself as deeply as possible into her and rut until they were both senseless. 

Snow looked over her shoulder to see what had happened. Bigby’s hand was wrapped around the base of his penis, his other hand was on her ass, his thumb nearly at the opening of her pussy.

“Do it.” Snow said, knowing what he wanted.

Bigby looked at her. She nodded then moaned as he thrust himself inside her with one quick movement of his hips.

What followed wasn’t like their usual lovemaking. They’d done it slow, they’d done it fast, but no matter where they were it was always tender. This time it wasn’t, it was rough and hard and Snow gasped as tried to catch her breath each time Bigby pulled out. His fingers were digging into her hips, she was so wet he couldn’t even withdraw as far as he usually did, his thrusts were short and urgent, in a way it was all about his pleasure, which was heightening her pleasure too.

Snow’s arms were shaking, she lowered herself to her forearms and closed her eyes, the sound of Bigby’s skin hitting against hers made her clench her inner muscles. Bigby’s grunting changed, she knew he was going to come soon, and she wasn’t ready yet, but she didn’t mind. 

Bigby let out a very wolf-like howl and Snow felt his seed spurting inside her and running down her thighs. He continued to hold her in place as his body found its release before he collapsed on top of her.

“Jesus.” He muttered. Then he froze. “Snow, you didn’t…”

“No, but I really enjoyed that.” Bigby pulled out and rolled his woman over onto her back.

“I don’t understand, I was supposed to be pleasuring you. I don’t feel like I kept up my end of the bargain.” His hand reached down to cup her between the legs. Snow grasped his wrist.

“Snow?” Bigby stopped mid-motion as concern flooded his face. She had never rejected his touch before.

“Bigby! I’m fine. Let’s get into the bath and then we can resume where we left off. You still smell like rotten fish!” Snow replied, her nose wrinkling, but her eyes were filled with mirth. “Come along!” She stood up and held out her hand. Bigby took it and rose, not convinced until Snow raised his hand to her lips and kissed the top of his knuckles.

“Okay…”

Snow stepped into the water and pulled Bigby down in front of her. They both let out contented sighs as the now warm water flowed over them then overflowed onto the bathroom floor.

Snow reached over for the shampoo, poured some into her hand, looked down at Bigby’s brown hair, then emptied the whole bottle onto his head and began to scrub vigorously. 

“Mmm… that feels good.” Bigby mumbled.

“Mm-hm.” Snow agreed. She liked the silken texture of his long wavy hair. Once she had gotten used to the idea of Bigby grooming her, brushing her hair or using her loofah all over her body, she in turn realized she liked taking care of him in the same way. She let her nails graze over his scalp, working up a huge lather.

“Duck.”

Bigby obliged, ducking under the water to remove most of the shampoo, then rose up again in time for Snow to apply conditioner. He reached for the bar of soap to start on his body but Snow clucked her tongue.

“No?”

“I’d like to do that if you don’t mind.” Bigby grinned and held the soap out to her. “Your chest is my favorite part of you.” She told him, already running her hands over his pecs.

“Favorite?” Bigby glanced up at her, his head pillowed on her shoulder.

“Well, one of.” Her hand snuck a bit lower down, nearly to the base of his penis. Bigby grinned and kissed her neck.

“What say you we make quick work of this,” he said, gesturing to the soapy water, “and pick up where we left off?” He gripped Snow’s thigh. “I still owe you one.”

“One?” Snow whispered into his ear, “Bigby, I know first-hand that you can do better than that.”

“Greedy woman.” Bigby chuckled as he carefully stood up and turned to face Snow, the bath water running down his body, over his impressive musculature, whilst his skin glistened from the soapy residue. Snow let her gaze roam over his body, enjoying the view. She reached her hands out to place them on his inner thighs, then drew her fingers down his legs, loving how this powerful man, er… wolf, was hers to love.

“I’m so lucky.” Snow said, more to herself than to Bigby, but he heard her anyway and knelt down in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.

“No Snow, I’m the lucky one. I love you with every fiber of my being.” His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her up, their bodies flush against one another. Snow’s arms encircled his neck and she pulled him down for a long and languorous kiss.

Bigby lost his balance in the slippery tub and his back hit the faucet’s handle, causing the water to explode down on them from the rainfall water head.

Snow let out a yelp and Bigby laughed. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting the water wash the soap away.

“Your turn.” Bigby took a step back so Snow could stand beneath the stream. She turned around and shook her hair. Bigby took the hint and combed his fingers through her long blue-black tresses, methodically untangling it as he worked his way down.

“I think we’re good now,” he murmured as he pushed her hair forwards to kiss the nape of her neck.

Snow nodded and stepped from the tub as Bigby turned off the water. She wrapped a towel around her torso then tossed him one and crooked her finger for him to follow her to the bedroom.

Bigby took the towel and wrapped it around his head turban style and entered the room butt-naked. Snow burst out laughing from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You're still wet!”

“I can shake it off.”

“Don’t you dare! Come here.”

Bigby approached the bed and Snow gestured for him to give her his towel. He obliged and stood still as she dried him off, running an edge of the towel over his chest, following the trail of hair to his navel, then lower, admiring how quickly he was erect again.

“Can I please make love to you now?” Bigby asked, grumbling slightly. He reached a finger out and hooked it in the top of Snow’s towel and tugged. It easily opened and fell to either side of Snow.

“If you insist.” Snow said with a coy smile. She backed up onto the bed and lay back, stretching her arms overhead, her hair fanning out behind her.

“You beautiful siren.” Bigby said as he stealthily prowled over her, looking more wolf than man. “How you call to me.”

“Mmm…” Snow wrapped her arms around his back. “How poetic of you.” She spread her legs wide for him and shifted so he could enter her without further ado.

Bigby took things slow this time, letting Snow’s excitement heighten, then promptly changing the motion of his hips to bring her down again. She grumbled, but he could tell she was enjoying the sweet torture of delayed satisfaction. Her nails raked over his back and she arched her body to meet his thrusts. When her hands landed on his ass and squeezed he gave in and shifted to hit her sweet spot.

Snow gasped, colors exploding behind her eyelids as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her heels dug into the bag of Bigby’s thighs, and she knew he’d have marks on his buttocks for at least a few days.

From the loud roar Bigby let out, piercing through the haze in her mind, she knew he had enjoyed that as much as her. Not that that was ever in doubt. 

“I think I’m going to sleep for the next two years after that.” He said between deep breaths as he lay on top of her.

Snow patted him on the back then ruffled his hair. “I second that!”

Bigby reached for the top of the blankets and hooked one arm beneath Snow’s knees and in one fluid movement she found herself curled up against him and covered. Her eyes fluttered closed. She was just about to drift off when…

“Snow, can I ask you something?”

Her eyes flashed open, something in the tone of Bigby’s voice had her concerned.

“Of course. What is it?”

“Why did you want it rough earlier? Not that I minded, I’d do anything to please you, you know that, but you never asked for that before.”

Snow reached up to caress his cheek. “I… I had to know.” Bigby’s face wrinkled in confusion. Snow tried to explain, “If I could… get past certain things with someone I trust. Things that had happened to me that changed me.” She let out a sigh of relief. “ And I have. And… I want you to be you… to feel like you don’t have to hold back. I’m not afraid of you.”

Bigby chuckled, “I know that. You’re the only person who was never afraid of me. That’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you. But Snow, if you ever do need or want to talk…”

Snow pressed her fingertips to his lips, “I know, I’d come to you. I love you and I trust you with all my heart.”

Bigby smiled beneath her fingers and nodded.

“Bigby, I have a question.” Snow said.

“Yeah?”

“Why aren’t we married yet? Or at least engaged?”

Bigby’s eyes widened. “I…I” He sputtered, caught off guard. “I thought you’d want more time to adjust to being together. I’ll marry you right now, don’t they keep Bibles in hotel rooms?” He rolled to his back to reach for the nightstand drawer. “Maybe the dildoe can officiate…”

Snow laughed, “We can do it when we’re back. I just wanted you to know I’m ready.” She pulled him back towards her and closed her eyes.

“I’m so fucking lucky.” Were the last words she heard as she fell asleep, a smile on her lips.

Chapter Text

The Woodlands, New York City

Fuck my life, Rose Red thought as she stood over the range in Bluebeard’s, erm, her, kitchen, sweat rolling down her face.

Of all things, HE, had to have a birthday so soon after we married! And HE expects ME to make a fancy dinner! Fuck this shit! She wiped at her brow with the back of her arm and glanced at the man next to her. If only that idiot hadn’t screwed up and given me an enchanted silver collar for that dumb wolf! Stupid Snow had to go and fall in love with that mangy mutt. I bet they’re fuckin’ the living daylights out of one another… they can barely keep their hands to themselves. Bitch.  

But despite her nasty thoughts a tiny part of Rose felt happy for her twin sister. Following the disastrous and failed attempt to steal Gudrun, the goose that laid the golden eggs which Bigby used to fund his secret spy network around the Mundy world, Rose had done some digging into her sister’s past for the years they had been apart. What she had found out had repulsed her. And made her feel ashamed for all the evil she had wished upon her. Not that she was ready to admit that yet to Snow, or to herself. Cursing, she continued to sear the meat in the overly hot frying pan.

Meanwhile from beside her…

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all the punishments in all the world I had to end up as Rose and Bluebeard’s housekeeper/personal chef? What do I know about cooking? I barely ever had enough to eat myself. Tiny Tim groused internally as he stood by Rose’s side, but continued to stir the chopped onions, carrots, and celery that were going into the roast for Bluebeard’s birthday dinner. Assuming Rose Red didn’t turn the meat into a charred mess.

“Rose! I mean Mistress Red,” Tim quickly changed the way he had addressed her when she shot him a glare, “I believe the meat is done. A few times over at that.”

“What do you know you… ARGHH!” A flame flew high, nearly singeing off their eyebrows. “Perhaps I should take this off the burner…”

Tim sighed deeply, Staying in that Mundy hospital was better than this! He glanced down at his leg. It still ached on and off, especially when Rose gave him too many tasks in one day, but all-in-all the experimental surgery had been a success and he only had to wear a brace strapped around his leg from his thigh down to his ankle, but no more need for crutches or a cane! He had healed faster than the Mundy doctors had expected, and he had a feeling Snow, Aunty Greenleaf, and Frau Totenkinder had something to do with that. He had taken a variety of potions prior to and following the surgery, and he knew Snow had written a short story about him, he wasn’t quite sure of the plot, but it was enough to “weaken” his original backstory insomuch that the Mundy surgery would work. Tim was grateful, but as soon as he was sent back to the Woodlands his punishment had been served up to him by Beauty, who was filling in for Snow whilst she and Bigby chased down Jersey and his girlfriend. Tim had a sneaking suspicion that Rose somehow had a hand in selecting his punishment and he was starting to think that Rose marrying Bluebeard wasn’t enough of a punishment for her. He glanced over at her, seeing how frustrated she was by her ruined attempt at dinner.

She loves him! Tim realized, she actually loves that megalomaniac. Wow. Why else bother doing all this for him? Also, I think everyone is surprised they haven’t killed each other yet. I wonder who’s going to win the bet.

“Rose, why don’t you take a break, I’ll finish up in here. There’s some fish fillets in the freezer, I can cook that up quickly in place of the meat.” Tim said, taking pity on her. 

Rose, too tired to correct his way of addressing her, nodded. “Thanks.” She mumbled then headed to the bathroom to take a shower. “Good thing I’m an awesome lay, because wife material I most definitely am not!” Tim heard her mutter to herself as she left the smoky kitchen.

Tim chuckled to himself and quickly began to prep the meal again, a much easier task with Rose out of the way.

I’ll keep it simple then sneak out of here before she can give me anything else to do.

He quickly got to work, looking forward to a quiet evening in his apartment (Bigby’s former place). Maybe I’ll invite Boy Blue, Pinocchio, and Flycatcher over for beers! Tim had been relieved that he hadn’t been ostracized from the Fables community, instead people had quickly forgotten what he had done and their focus had turned to the video game that Snow had written and sold to save Bigby’s life. It’ll be interesting to see how it affects us!

San Antonio, Texas

Snow eyed her moving purse warily. She was still encircled within Bigby’s embrace. He was dead to the world, breathing deeply, and loudly, not even aware that it was morning, or that Snow had already awakened.

I hate to disturb him, but I think those toys have come back to life. How the hell do we turn them off?

She looked around for something she could use as a weapon, but all she could find within reach were the soggy bath towels. Her purse moved a few inches along the table.

I’ve battled bigger with less.

Her fingers locked around the terry cloth fabric and she pulled it close as she watched the zipper of her purse slowly open as if on its own accord.

Do your worst dildo!

Meanwhile…

“Ah! You got me!” Bigby fell to the ground as something small and furry smacked into his stomach. He laughed as more furry creatures jumped on him, licked his face, and tugged on his hair. “Little rascals! Your mother is going to…”

“...going to what?” Blue eyes looked down at him from behind his head, twinkling with merriment.

“Mama!” Several of the furballs detached themselves to fling their bodies at… Snow?

I’m dreaming… we have seven cubs! Bigby smiled in his sleep, not wanting to wake up yet despite hearing his mate moving by his side. He let himself drift off again…

“Mama, Papa said we could go for a swim!” A cub with blonde fur piped up.

“It’s too cold.” One of the larger cubs said as he shivered then curled up into a ball against his father’s side. Bigby patted him.

“I like the cold.” A smaller black wolf replied.

“Of course you do, you’re named ‘Winter’ after all.”

“OW! Connor, don’t poke me!”

“Settle down!” Snow said, realizing her unruly brood was getting out of control.

“Listen to your mother… Dare, stop biting your broth… OW! What the?”

Bigby jerked awake, his dream quickly fading from his memory. “Something bit me! Snow?”

Bigby watched incredulously as his naked mate stalked around the bed holding a soggy towel in front of herself as shield. Bigby lay back to enjoy the spectacle, ignoring the fact that a pair of nipple clamps had just pinched his big toe.

“Shhh… I think I got it…” Snow moved stealthily, the dildoe squirming its way out her purse oblivious to the predator in the room. “Aha!” She flung the towel over her purse and quickly scooped everything up and tied a knot with the ends. Triumphant, she held it up at her side, chest heaving with the effort. 

Bigby grinned from the bed, even the nipple clamp had stopped chewing on his toe for a moment to admire Snow. Bigby glanced down at the foot of the bed and frowned as the chain of the nipple clamp jiggled with excitement.

“That is my woman.” He said, toeing the chain. Bigby didn’t know how, but he felt its disappointment. “Sorry?” He said, suddenly feeling oddly bad for it. It released his toe and lay flat on the bed, looking for all the world like a chastised dog.

Snow approached, still holding her purse within the towel. “I suppose they hadn’t asked to become alive.” The clamp chain jiggled its assent, and Snow felt her purse moving too.

“So how do we turn you off?” She asked as she gingerly put down the towel and shook her purse out onto the bed. The dildoe squirmed out like a worm and gave her a look.

“Oh hell no, I am not using you. Either of you!” Snow said as the answer to their dilemma hit her like a ton of bricks.

Bigby’s jaw dropped. “I’m not putting that up my…”

Snow couldn’t help it and burst out into nervous giggles.

“What?” Bigby said grumpily. “You don’t want me using it on you .” He hesitated. “Do you?”

Snow had actually seemed to be giving it some thought. She didn’t look as perturbed by the idea as she had a few seconds ago. 

“Seriously? Snow…?” Bigby wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea. They had had some wild sex, and in unconventional locations, but they had never added any toys before. 

Snow blushed and shrugged a shoulder. “It was just a thought.”

Bigby crawled down the bed and sat next to her. Tenderly he brushed her hair back from obscuring her face and placed a kiss at the base of her neck.

“You know I would do anything for you.” He said, his voice husky.

“Yes.” Snow felt her pulse begin to race.

“If it’s what you want…” His arms encircled her waist as she turned into his embrace.

“It’s worth a shot…”

“Okay…” Bigby took a deep breath, steeling himself for a different experience than one he had ever had before…

Meanwhile, a few blocks away…

“What an exhausting day!” Little Red Riding Hood said as she pulled her brown cap off and shook out her luxurious red hair. She tossed the cap aside and began to pull off her shirt as she walked through her living room, her cat Bill twinning himself around her legs with every step. Her shorts slid down her legs, landing on his head. He meowed a baleful protest as he wiggled free then sniffed all of the interesting scents on them. Perks of his human working at the zoo.

“Sorry buddy!” Red bent over and scratched the tri-point colored cat. He immediately forgave her and leaned into her touch. “Where are your sisters?”

A meow came from the kitchen causing Red to laugh, then she headed into her bedroom and spotted a pair of amber colored eyes staring at her from beneath the blanket.

“There you are Tipsy! Always hiding.” Red unhooked her bra and stretched, enjoying the feeling of being unconfined. She had stayed in the Homelands longer than most of the other Fables, hidden in her Grandmother’s cabin in the woods. It had taken years for news of the Adversary to reach her. And when it had…

Red shuddered and cut her thoughts off. She sat on the edge of her bed and reached over for the framed drawing she kept on her nightstand. Lovingly, she ran her finger down the side of the face a much younger Red had drawn from memory.

“Thank you Woodsman.” She whispered. “I hope one day I can find you…”

She brought the frame up to her face and kissed the image of Woody from behind the cool glass. With a soft sigh she replaced it, patted Tipsy, then headed to shower off a hard day’s work so she could then focus on her hobby, archery.

As she headed to the bathroom she hit the “print” button on her printer, the image she wanted already saved in the device’s memory. The machine woke from sleep mode and began to spit out her archery target… An image of The Big Bad Wolf, the bullseye placed dead center between his eyes.