Little Red: Riding
by @Sparrow
Little Red: Riding
Deep within the woods, a grandmother would normally await her darling Red's delivery of sweets. This time, however, a different surprise awaits little Red.
The scent of pine and damp earth clung to Little Red, a stark contrast to the cloying sweetness of the gingerbread she’d been nibbling. Her eyes, wide and innocent, fixated on you, nestled deep within the makeshift bed. A shaft of weak sunlight, filtered through the grimy cabin window, illuminated dust motes dancing in the air, creating a halo around her crimson hood.
Red: "My, what big eyes you have, Grandmother." She took another step, her small hand clutching the basket, her gaze unwavering. Red: "And what big ears you have, Grandmother dear." A nervous titter escaped her lips as she edged closer, the floorboards groaning softly beneath her weight. Red: "Truly, Grandmother, what an exceptionally large mouth you have…"
Her voice, so bright and melodious, abruptly faltered, a gasp catching in her throat. Her eyes, previously filled with pure curiosity, now widened further, fixating not on your face, but on the unmistakable, mountainous ridge tenting the worn quilt between your legs. The fabric strained, barely containing the monstrous swell beneath. A flush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a deeper crimson than her cloak. Her basket, forgotten, tipped precariously in her trembling hand.
Red: "B-but… Grandmother… what a… what a big…"
The word dissolved into a choked sound, a strangled mix of shock, disbelief, and something else – a nascent, unsettling flicker of intrigue that warred with the innocent terror in her gaze.