Disclaimer: These people do not belong to me. Amy Dumas/Lita belongs to herself, and I wish I wish I wish Kevin Nash belonged to me... But he belongs to himself. & I guess the WWE :: stabs World Wildlife Fund's Panda::
The story it's based on isn't either. It's the Boy Who Cried Wolf, by some bored guy who decided to make it up.
Note: This story started out as a Mary Sue. Hey, a girl can dream. ^_^. But I changed it... And it ended up being Lita/Nash... Who else has done that, HUH? Okay. I will now... Shut up.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Once upon a time there was a town. It was a small, quiet town, with not a very large population. The townspeople all knew one another, and all got along. Nothing ever seemed to happen there. Each day, the people would go about doing the same things they did the day before, and would continue to do their whole lives. There were no scandals, hardly ever a dispute. And everyone seemed to think that this was a good thing. Except for Lita.

If there was ever a girl born in to that town who didn’t deserve to be born there, it was Lita. At this story, Lita is newly eighteen. The town has watched her grow from a mischievous, cute little child to a woman, to a woman. She was smart, and quick-mouthed, and was hot enough to raise hell on Earth. And she might have done this to, if this was taken in a literal sense. For above all the things she was, intelligent, desirable, she was bored.

She’d grown up hoping someday, something would happen to her. Something exciting. But no such thing happened. So she began to dream. She dreamed of leaving the little town, of living a fast life… And she also wanted a man. A real man.

She was desired by many in the town, and the males close to her age never seemed to cease attempting to woo her. She’d had only one boyfriend, but in the end, became sick of his arrogance, and ended all things with him.

Lita wanted a dangerous life. She predicted it would be a refreshing change from the dull life she led. But so far, it had only been a dream.


Amidst the happy, carefree lives the townspeople lead, they lived in fear. In fear of the Wolf. He was sometimes called the Big Bad Wolf, and they had feared him for twenty years. It was said he prowled around at the edge of the woods, where the town ended.

However, the Wolf was only a nickname for a man. No one in the town had ever seen him, but they’d heard tales. Tales of a huge man with long blonde hair and wolfish features.

All through her life, Lita had been warned of him.

“ Don’t go near the woods, child, for the Wolf waits.”

Lita worked at a bartender at the tavern in the middle of town. Often, travelers would pass through the town, and stay at the inn above the tavern, coming down for a drink and telling tales. Lita heard stories all the time, and occasionally, they were of the Wolf.

“ They say he’s seven feet tall.”

“ I heard that, too. And over three-hundred pounds.”

“ He’s got a name, ya know. Nash. So warn your friends and families of Nash the Wolf.”
“ You want to know what I heard? Some say he’s a handsome devil, the kind women love.”
Lita froze. She’d never heard this before. She slid this new traveler a beer across the table.

“ On the house if you tell me about him.” She told him.

The traveler gave her a skeptical look.

“ A pretty girl such as yerself shouldn’t be asking about Nash. He’s very dangerous.”

Sexist pig of a man... She thought. Sending him her sweetest smile, she explained,

“ I’m just curious is all.”

Spellbound by her beauty, the traveler gave in. He took a sip of the alcohol, then began to speak.

“ They say he’s been in bed with a thousand woman. And each one of them felt pleasure beyond their wildest dreams. But he’s lonely. A lone wolf, looking for a mate. He’s gettin’ old, you see, and wants to spend the rest of his life with a female. But he’s a wolf after all, ice cold an’ calculatin’. Surely he must act like a wolf… Well, whatever you do, don’t go past the fields.”

The raspberry fields. They lay between the town and the forest. The town now had very few berries, for few dared to go very far in to the berry patches. It was just too dangerous with the Wolf there.

Lita had always been curious about him. And now that she’d heard he possessed a desirable way that might have rivaled her, she was even more curious.

*

A week passed, since the traveler had told her this information. And Lita found herself thinking of nothing besides Nash. So quiet day, she decided to walk through the raspberry fields. After all- They were only tales, weren’t they?

Lita had no fear. She’d feared nothing in her life, and wasn’t about to start. The butterflies that fluttered about in her stomach were from anticipation.

Shaking her head, she reached the edge of the forest. She took a few steps in to it, and looked around. The forest was not as dense as most would be. She looked around her, and listened, but there was nothing. She laughed to herself.

Heh… What do you know? He doesn’t exist…

Lita laughed some more, and turned to go. When she got to the edge of the forest, she had an idea. The town did need some stirring up, didn’t it… Taking a deep breath, Lita began to yell.
“ HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLP!” She cried. “ THE WOLF!! HELP! HELP!”


Panic swept through the town as they recognized Lita’s cry. They went running, running to the edge of the forest, only to find the girl rolling on the floor with laughter.

The townspeople didn’t find Lita’s little prank so funny. She let two weeks pass, and then she did it again. And for the second time, they arrived only to see her mock them.

Lita thought she could pull it off a third time. So she decided to try it late at night, when most of the town was asleep. She had just gotten off work, and was dressed a little more flashier than she normally would have. Once again, she went through the raspberry fields.

It was dark in the forest, so Lita saw nothing for the third time. She took a breath to yell, but that was when she heard footsteps behind her. She quickly turned, her heart pounding against her thick breasts. She saw a broad form coming towards her, and for the first time in her life, was frightened.


“ HEEEEEEELP! HELP! THE WOLF IS AFTER ME!! HEEEEEEELP! PLEASE!! SOMEBODY!”

The town’s residents all awoke to Lita’s desperate plea. Then they shook their heads and went back to sleep. For they would not be fooled again. 

Only this time, Lita wasn’t trying to fool them. The Wolf was coming closer now. She yelled a bit more, but no one came for her, as they had before.

“ Don’t you get it? They don’t believe you now.” Lita heard a deep, husky voice behind her, and whirled around to look at him. He was leaning against a tree, looking at her. The full moon shone brightly in the sky, and she could see him clearly. Her heart skipped a beat.

The legends were true. He must have been seven feet tall, and broad. It was a warm summer night, so she could see the muscles in his large arms, for he wore a sleeveless shirt. Her eyes had been traveling up his body, enticed by it, but even more so when she looked at his face.

He was simply stunning. Silky blonde hair fell down to his shoulders, becoming streaked with silver in the moonlight. On his handsome face were his most lupine features, flashing eyes, and a cunning smile. He now shrugged at the girl.

“ They won’t come for you.”

Lita bit her lip as he began to walk towards her. She responded by walking backwards, but lost her footing, and fell down in the raspberry field. She anxiously watched him come closer.

“ Relax, darlin’. I don’t bite.” A grin slowly spread across his face. “ In places you wouldn’t like, that is.”

The girl found herself relaxing slightly as he sat down next to her. There was a soft look to his face, and in spite of the coy words he’d told her, the terror that she’d experienced a few moments before were gone. She smiled at him. Here he was. The danger she’d been hoping for.

He looked at her for a few moments, then began to speak.

“ So… You must be the little rebel of your town.”

Lita smiled and nodded.

“ In fact, I know you are. I’ve been here twenty years, and no one’s ever caused a stir like you do.”

She sighed.

“ You would, too if you were as bored as me.”

“ Heh heh heh… What’s your name, darlin’?”

She hesitated, then told him.

“ Lita.”

He took her hand in his, and kissed it. Lita smiled at him, and he gently released her hand.

“ I’m-”

“ Nash.” She finished for him. “ Right?”

He nodded.

“ What else do you know about me?”
She shrugged.

“ I really don’t know. All I’ve heard is rumors.”

He lay raised an eyebrow.

“ Really, now. Tell me what you’ve heard.”

Feeling a slight warmth in her face, Lita knew she was blushing, something she rarely did.

“ All right. But you have to tell me if they’re true or not. That you’ve slept with a thousand women.”

Nash laughed.

“ I wish…”

“ That you give women pleasure beyond their wildest dreams.” She told him what the traveler had told her with a smirk on her face.

A gleam appeared in Nash’s eye.

“ Now that…” He moved closer to her. “ Is true.”

Rolling her eyes, Lita grinned.

“ Sure…”

He leaned over, and his low, sexy voice entered her ear. She could feel herself grow slightly wet.

“ Oh, but it is… I promise.”

Sitting back again, he winked at her.

“ So why are such a rebel? All of the other townspeople are so fucking happy all the time…”

The girl held up a hand.

“ Because it’s boring! Nothing ever happens! I want to get out of here so badly!”

Nash picked a raspberry, and held it to her lips. She took it in her mouth, and ate it. Afterwards, she took one of Nash’s fingers in to her mouth, and ran her tongue along it, before letting it out of her mouth.

“ Ooh.” He grinned. “ You’re certainly not as boring as the other townspeople, I would guess… So why don’t you leave?”

Lita groaned.

“ I want to so badly. I know more is out there, it’s just that-”

She looked at him to find him hardly paying attention to her words. Instead, he was looking her up and down. Her long legs had been stretched out in front of her, but they were partly covered by a black skirt. Above that, a simple white blouse completed the outfit, some Lita’s long hair resting on the white garment. The curves of her breasts were hardly hidden by the light material. She saw him lick his lips.

When he looked at Lita’s face, he found she was looking at him with a look on her face that stated she knew he wanted her.

He grinned again, running his hand through his golden mane.

“ Where do you want to go?” He inquired. “ What do you want to do?”

“ Everything…” Lita replied. “ I want to see everything there is to see.”

Nash caressed her face, and she shivered at his touch.

“ But the town is your home.”

“ I’d leave it in a second!” Her eyes had a seemingly desperate look to them. For what she said was true. The town was nothing to her.

“ Listen,” Nash’s voice was serious. “ Come away with me. I’ll show you the world.”

Lita studied his face. He wasn’t lying.
“ You’re not really like the Wolf they call you, are you?”


Slowly, he shook his head.

“ Not really.” Then he paused. “ Well, let’s see. I’m strong. I’m fast. Sometimes I’m a loner, and people say I’m beautiful. But other than that, I’m not really like a wolf. However, I would like a mate. Come on, Lita. You won’t regret it.”

Lita sat looking at him for a few moments. Finally, she nodded.

“ All right.”

She moved over, and hugged him, grateful he’d come to her.

“ Thank you, Nash…”

His powerful arms slid around her waist.

“ You’re welcome, darlin’.”
She smiled at him, then kissed his cheek. They lay down in the raspberry field together. For a long time, they did nothing. Nash just held her, and occasionally, kissed her forehead, or her hair, and let Lita run her hands along the muscles in his arm, and his chest, underneath his shirt.

As she lay in Nash’s arms, she felt something she’d never felt before. Like she finally belonged somewhere.

Nash began to touch her. First, he undid the buttons in her shirt, kissing her lips after each button. When the blouse was undone, he slid it 
off of her, and kissed the tops of her breasts. Lita ran her hands through his hair and looked up at the stars above her as the man removed the garment that released her breasts.

She moaned as his tongue ran over her nipples, drawing them hard. His kisses fell in to the vale between her breasts, then went up along her neck. The girl emitted more moans as his tongue teased the sensitive spots.

Lita pushed his shirt up over his chest. Nash sat up, and pulled off his short. Leaning down to kiss her again, the red-head ran her hands along his broad torso. Their kiss went deeper as Lita licked at his lips, and he allowed her tongue in to his mouth.

They held each other still, but Nash unwound one arm from around her slide up her leg. It traveled over her soft skin, until it met with wet satin. He pulled the piece of clothing off of her, and broke the kiss to look at it.

Licking once at her earlobe, he told her,

“ I love you in black, Lita…”


“ Mmm… But what about out of black?”

She stood up before him, and unzipped the back of her skirt. It fell to her ankles, and feet clad in black ankle boots stepped out of it. Lita was now nude except for her boots, and sat on Nash’s lap, kissing him again. He held her to him, one hand tangling in her hair, and the other exploring her body.

Slowly, Lita trailed her hand down his chest until it found the black denim of his jeans. A low grunt came from the back of Nash’s throat as the girl rubbed her hand against his pants, causing him to harden. Lita ground her hips up against his, and he lay her back down on the ground, leaning over her and brushing his lips against hers, changing their kisses from passionate to sweeter.

Nash sat up and picked another ripe raspberry. He fed it to Lita, and the girl sat up. For a bit they fed one another the sweet berries, until their passion took over everything, and they found themselves in another embrace. The taste of the fruit lingered on one another’s tongues- they could taste it.

They were breathing hard now, as Lita went to work on Nash’s pants. She got them undone, and he got them off, along with the rest of the clothes he’d been wearing. Lita lay down on her back, and with a foxish smile in her eye, spread her legs, slightly. Nash had seen this, and returned the look.

He climbed over her, and slid his thick member in to her. Her arms slid around his neck, and he kissed her forehead as they began. They moved together, in the field, senses picking up everything related to their copulation.

Feel. The feel of Nash in Lita, and the feel of her, soft and warm and wet around him. Sight. They saw one another, Lita in all her beauty, and Nash in his fabled splendor. Sound. The field was almost deathly silent, except for sound of their hard breathing. The raspberries brought both taste and smell, as they could still taste the berries in their mouths, and smell them in their surroundings…

Their bodies rubbed up against one another, slick with the sweat their actions had brought. They kissed every so often, sometimes their lips meeting, sometimes kissing necks, cheeks, eyelids…

Nash had not lied to her. The pleasure he brought to her made her whimper with bliss. As Lita met his every stroke, as fire raced through his blood, he felt his climax slowly start to climb in him. The girl felt the same, and rested her head moaned against his shoulder.

The night’s silence was broken as they cried out, coming. As Lita tightened around him, he spilled his warm fluid in to her.

They lay panting in the field, still in yet another embrace. Nash put his hand under her chin, making her look at him.

“ Have you reconsidered, darlin’?”

“ No! Of course not, Nash. Why?” She sat up, a worried look on her face. “ You will still take me with you, won’t you?”

Nash sat up with her, and kissed her once.

“ Of course.”

* * *

After the next day, the town never saw Lita again. It was said she’d gone off to become the Wolf’s mate. They wondered if she’d ever return to their little town, but she never did.

The next night, Lita had met Nash at the edge of the woods. They went off together, and spent their whole lives traveling the world. Finally, Lita was happy. Finally, Nash had the mate he’d desired. Finally, they were satisfied.

*