Title: The Misadventures of Red Riding Hood: 
         A Furry Love Story
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Summary: A twisted take on Red Riding Hood...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys---Joss does. *sniffle*
Oh, yes...the Brothers Grimm are rolling in their graves 
right now.
Feedback: Yes...pwease *flutters lashes*
E-Mail: foxhunter2blue@peoplepc.com
Author's Note: This was written for Willa's Fractured 
Fairytale Ficathon. Yeah it's extremely late; yeah I'm a 
slowis pokis. *sigh* It was written per darkhaven's 
request below. This is my first attempt at Spander so be 
kind. There is hot sex, but it's done with humor that I 
hope works for you darkhaven.
 
****
 
Title of fairy tale/folk tale/myth/legend: 
Little Red Riding Hood
Pairing and/or characters you want: Spike/Xander
Rating desired: NC-17
Three things you want to see: 
Spike in the wolf role; a happy ending; Xander as either 
Red or the woodcutter, I don’t mind which.
Two things you don't want to see: 
clumsy!dumb!Xander; evil!Angel.
 
****
 
Oh and the final word count was over 4,000 & all I had 
to have was a 1,000. I knew I was long winded! LOL
 
****
 
Slinking through the trees ducking from shadow to 
shadow the blonde wolf watched with narrow sapphire 
eyes. Spike wasn't your typical wolf he was a shape 
shifter and he had no desire to be here waiting for that 
annoying little bitch Red Riding Hood or Angel as his 
friends called him.
 
"Bloody Mr. Perfection..." Spike settled against a tree 
trunk lighting up a fag. "Prancing about the sodding 
woods as if he owns 'em."
 
The other wolves had dared him to take out Red. 
 
"Bunch of whiny..." he grumbled as he caught a whiff 
of old Red coming down the path. "How's a wolf 
supposed to hunt in peace with a do-gooder like that 
hanging about." 
 
Shifting into his wolf form he ran through the trees 
heading straight to where he knew Red was going. 
Every Sunday straight to Granny Darla's house and he 
always took the same path. Spike was pretty sure he 
wasn't there just to have cookies and milk. 
 
Darla wasn't really a grandmother, well there was that 
crazy bint, Drusilla, he thought as a hunched down in 
the bushes outside the back door. Someone had to make 
sure she didn't wander off with her dolly and get eaten 
by the wolves. The title granny only referred to Darla's 
age. It was a well known fact that she was a witch or 
perhaps a vamp. Most of the denizens of the woods 
agreed on one thing though---the bitch had been around 
forever.
 
Despite the mumbled gossip amongst his pack about 
Red's innocence and purity Spike knew better. Old Red 
was a bloody whore if there ever was one, without a 
doubt. Spike had been bored one night so he decided to 
do a bit of spying and what to his wandering eyes did 
appear. It sure and the bloody hell hadn't been eight tiny 
reindeer.
 
There was sweet innocent Red---Angel of the woods---
getting his knob thoroughly polished by Granny Darla. 
Not only that, but Spike had discovered what Darla 
truly was, a vampire---fangs and all. Angel-boy was 
willingly giving himself to a bloodsucker once a week 
just to get a through shagging.
 
Now wasn't that a hoot.
 
Good-doer his sodding arse, Spike thought.
 
A shudder ran through Spike at the memory of that 
night. Sodding perverts, he thought, wish I could have 
scrubbed my eyeballs after that. It was a shame really 
Angel was a fine looking man, but he preferred some 
immortal bint to a beautiful wolf. That was okay 
though, Spike had his eye on someone far more manly.
 
Xander, the woodsman.
 
The man was tall, broad shouldered, but smaller than 
Angel. Besides he made red and black plaid look good. 
Spike sighed a tiny smile curling at the corners of his 
mouth. If the rest of his pack knew that they'd make fun 
of him nine ways from Sunday, then they'd more than 
likely make him into their next meal.
 
The woodsman was the wolves greatest enemy. Not 
only did he thin out the forest---the wolves playground-
--but he'd been known to kill a few of theem. Actually 
Xander wore a heavy coat in winter made of the skins 
of his wolf victims. You just did not pine over your 
enemy and you sure and the bloody hell didn't want him 
to shag you senseless. There were a few wolves who 
thought he spent far too much time near Xander. Of 
course Spike wasn't a pure blooded wolf, so frankly, 
after years of abuse by the pack he could have cared 
less.
 
So here Spike was defending his questionable ethics. 
 
He was drawn from his thoughts by the appearance of 
Drusilla, the crazed bint, slipping out the back door as 
she did each Sunday. She always left shortly before 
Red's arrival. Darla couldn't have her insane charge 
spreading the truth about her little whore about the 
forest after all. Dru would go down the road a bit and 
visit with that bratty bitch Goldilocks.
 
Poor damn bears, Spike thought as he shook his head. 
They never were right after that nutter Goldilocks took 
over their cottage. 
 
Standing Spike reached inside his coat pulling out a 
rolled up length of scarlet wool, shook it out , and then 
wrapped it around him as a makeshift cloak. With a 
wicked grin he cleared his throat and knocked at the 
door.
 
Unbeknownst to Spike a pair of dark eyes watched 
from the forest. 
 
***
 
Xander had been keeping an eye on this particular wolf 
for sometime now.
 
He'd been quiet surprised to discover that the rumors of 
a unique wolf running with the local pack were quiet 
true. And his first glimpse of Spike had captured his 
attention completely. 
 
It had been late at night as he was trudging home from 
the forest. He'd reached the half-way mark---Enchanted 
Creek---when he'd seen the amazing creature. A wolf 
that was completely silver white and he'd been shocked 
into stillness as he had watched the creature drink from 
the clear burbling water. Mere moments after he'd 
discovered the wolf a soft breeze had picked up. The 
creature had stopped drinking to glance up with the 
most amazing sapphire eyes sniffing the air, and then to 
Xander's amazement the wolf changed from a wolf into 
a man.
 
A man, Xander thought, but not just any man.
 
He was beautiful, one could almost say ethereal in his 
appearance. He had stood there staring into the 
darkness as if he knew Xander were there. 
Xander stared right back taking in every detail. Slender 
pale body, lean and muscular very much like a dancer, a 
head of silver white curls, and those amazing eyes. A 
tiny smile had quirked the wolf-man's lips, then he was 
gone.
 
A soft howl had echoed through the midnight forest as 
he vanished. 
 
Xander shook himself back to the present and reached 
down adjusting his crotch. "This is just wrong..." he 
whispered to himself. "I'm a woodsman...a manly man 
woodsman who kills wolves and chops down trees."
 
His gaze drifted back to Granny Darla's cottage and he 
watched as the door opened.
 
***
 
"Who is it? Could it be my dear boy?"
 
Spike suppressed a chuckle, then cleared his throat. 
"Yes, dear Granny Darla it's me your dear boy."
 
"Do come in Red. I am waiting in the bedroom." Came 
the muffled reply.
 
Opening the door Spike sauntered into the cottage with 
a smugness that would have done any full-blooded wolf 
proud. He took in the neatly arranged dark velvet 
furnishings, the well organized tomes of magic, and the 
various bottles and baskets. 
 
Well, what do you know, he thought, the immortal bitch 
wasn't just a vamp, but a sorceress as well.
 
He reached the bedroom just as 'Granny' Darla 
appeared in the door---all golden curls and pursed 
scarlet lips. With lightening speed Spike dropped the 
cloak and pulled a stake from his duster.
 
"Surprise Granny!" 
 
That's exactly what was in those furious blue eyes at the 
moment 'Granny' Darla exploded in a swirl of dust.
 
"Bloody stupid vampire..." Spike snorted as he spit 
vamp-dust out in disgust. 
 
***
 
A few moments later Red Riding Hood a.k.a. Granny 
Darla's unsuspecting man-whore, Angel, bounced up to 
the door. Whistling softly he knocked at the door, then 
adjusted himself in his trousers.
 
"Who is it? Could it be my dear boy?"
 
Angel grinned lustfully, then answered in a sweet 
innocent voice. "Yes, dear Granny Darla it's me your 
dear boy."
 
"Do come in Red. I am waiting in the bedroom."
 
Practically running Angel slammed the door behind 
him. He really did wish Darla would allow him more 
than one visit a week. "Darla?"
 
"Yes, dear boy...in here." Came the muffled reply.
 
Parting the drapes Angel came into the bedroom 
dropping the basket he was carrying next to the door. "I 
brought you the usual." He answered moving to the 
curtain draped bed, his brow furrowing. "You sound so 
strange Darla."
 
"Just a bit to much mandrake punch...deepens the 
voice."
 
"Oh..." Angel chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip as 
he peered between the heavy drapes. "Your ears look 
funny."
 
"The better to hear your screams of passion with, dear 
boy."
 
He leaned closer still not sure what to make of this new 
'game'. Darla was an odd bird even for a vampire.
 
Cocking his head he grinned as he decided to go along 
with the game. "How very big your eyes look, Granny 
Darla." He chuckled.
 
"The better to see your exquisite cock with, my dear 
boy."
 
Creeping onto the bed Angel smiled wide as he caught 
a glimpse of sharp incisors. "What very big teeth you 
have, Granny Darla..." he growled softly.
 
"The better to bite your bleedin' cock off!" Granny 
growled.
 
Angel sat up in shock. "What?!"
 
"You heard me you big ponce!"
 
Spike leapt from beneath the covers with a vicious 
growl as he shifted completely into his wolf form. He 
hit Angel hard with his forepaws taking them both off 
the bed in a wild tumble of arms, legs, paws, and snout. 
Letting out a shrill scream Angel grabbed the nearest 
blunt instrument and hit Spike over the snout making a 
run for the door.
 
***
 
Sitting beneath a tree Xander had began to doze off 
when all hell broke loose in Granny Darla's cottage. A 
loud series of decidedly 'unmanly' screams echoed 
through the trees as he stood grabbing his axe and 
headed towards the cottage.
 
A woman in trouble, he thought.
 
To his utter surprise he saw Red Riding Hood run by 
him---legs and arms rotating wildly---with a silver 
white streak on his tail.
 
"What the hell?!" Xander yelped as he was nearly 
trampled.
 
Taking after Red and the silvery blur Xander ran as fast 
as he could. Ahead of him he could here Red's girlie 
screams, high pitched enough to make a man's ears 
bleed. Now this was an interesting development, 
Xander thought as he ducked beneath low hanging 
branches and around trees. 
 
***
 
Angel hit the clearing in a cloud of dust, his once 
perfectly pressed scarlet cloak flying out behind him in 
tatters. Looking around with terrified eyes, he spotted a 
low hanging branch and leapt up. As he pulled himself 
up into the tree he felt a sharp mouthful of fangs ghost 
across his quivering ass.
 
"ARRRGH!!!" 
 
A cool breeze caressed his ass as the teeth ripped the 
seat of his trousers out leaving him bare as the day he'd 
been born.
 
"HELLLP!!!" Angel squealed as he clambered higher 
into the tree.
 
"Get down here you bleedin' ponce!" Spike snarled as 
he spit out a mouth full of Armani. "How am I suppose 
to eat you when you're in a sodding tree?"
 
***
 
Xander was breathing hard and his hair was in his face 
when he finally made it to the clearing. Axe raised high, 
muscles straining against his plaid wool shirt, he paused 
and blinked.
 
Then blinked again.
 
The sight he saw was both confusing and profoundly 
hilarious. He frankly didn't know whether to attack or 
laugh his ass off.
 
Red was high in a tree---arms and legs wrapped tightly 
around the trunk---his ass bare and shining like the full 
moon. Beneath him the wolf paced in circles, the shreds 
of both Red's cloak and the seat of his trousers scattered 
on the bare ground. The wolf was grumbling something 
about 'pansy-arsed ponces' and Red was shrieking in 
terror.
 
At first it was a soft bubble in the pit of his stomach, 
then it rose causing his body to tremble. Mere seconds 
later Xander Harris---heroic woodsman, manly man---
was dropping to his knees laughing hysterically. He 
clutched his axe to his chest and gasped for air as he 
rolled about on the ground, tears streaking his face.
 
"What the bloody hell is so funny you stupid bugger?!'" 
Spike growled turning on the laughing woodsman.
 
Pointing at Angel, he began to hiccup out a laughter 
choked reply. "H...h...him..." another howl of laughter 
rang through the clearing. 
 
Angel pouted from his perch in the tree. "This is not 
funny. He wants to eat me!" Angel shrieked.
 
Sniffling Xander sat up wiping at his eyes and met the 
silvery white wolf's intense sapphire gaze. "Why would 
you want to do that?" He swallowed back another 
laugh.
 
Spike padded up to Xander planting himself down mere 
inches from the woodsman's nose. "You got something 
better for me to eat?"  He cocked his head, his rear paw 
scratching at one ear.
 
"Depends." Xander sobered up.
 
"On what, pet?" Spike watched Xander with narrowed 
eyes.
 
"On if you're who...or what...I think you are."
 
"Hey! He's a wolf...you kill wolves!!" Angel yelled 
from his perch. "He wants to eat me!"
 
"SHUT UP!!!" The woodsman and wolf both growled 
at the same time.
 
"Your the woodsman...the hero..." Angel stuttered in 
disbelief, "...you're suppose to save me. Then I'll be 
forever grateful." He batted his eyes seductively.
 
Xander rolled his eyes as Spike covered his with his 
front paws, snout buried in the grass. 
 
"What?!"
 
"SHUT UP!!"
 
A rock shot through the air in a perfect arc as Xander 
watched. Said rock, beaning Angel between the eyes. 
His eyes rolled up in his head and he fell out of the tree 
with a thud.
 
"Now where were we, luv?"
 
Xander turned a look of awe on his face to see---sitting 
in front of him---not a wolf, but a man. The same 
beautiful man he'd seen that long ago night.
 
"Who...what are you?" 
 
"Name's Spike...and you're Xander." Amused eyes 
studied him.
 
"How do you know who I am?" Xander found himself 
leaning closer to the silvery white-haired man.
 
"All the creatures here in the Deep Dark Woods know 
who you are." Spike reached inside his leather duster 
pulling out a crumple pack of smokes. "Fag?" He raised 
his brow.
 
Xander shook his head, yet reached out and grabbed the 
pack from Spike.
 
"Now what's all th..."
 
Spike's annoyed comment was cut off by Xander's full 
ripe lips claiming his mouth. It was exactly how he 
thought it would be. Spike parted his lips as Xander's 
tongue slid along them. Moaning softly he reached up 
to tangle his slender hands into the lush dark locks of 
silk that tumbled around Xander's face. For 
innumerable minutes their tongues tangled with one 
another, both men rearing up on the knees, then they 
parted panting for air.
 
"You're so fucking beautiful..." Xander moaned as he 
pushed Spike down on the grass, "...especially in 
moonlight."
 
"Was right then...now wasn't I..." Spike whimpered as 
Xander licked along the sharp angle of his cheekbone. 
"Saw me down...bloody hell...by Enchanted Creek."
 
"Yep..." 
 
Xander clawed at Spike's clothes, ripping open his tee 
shirt, and lowering his mouth to one pale dusky nipple. 
The touch of Xander's warm wet lips caused Spike to 
arch his back up from the ground and moan softly.
 
"Do me..."
 
Lifting his head---shaggy locks falling into his dark 
chocolate eyes---Xander licked his lips seductively and 
grinned. "Did you say...?"
 
Spike growled in frustration.
 
"Well what about little Red over there?" Xander 
chuckled tilting his head towards Angel.
 
"Fuck him!" 
 
"Oh...now you want me to fuck him?"
 
Another frustrated growl escaped Spike's parted lips. 
"You know that ain't what I bloody well meant."
 
Xander snorted. "Testy wolfie."
 
"Horny wolfie is more like it." Spike pushed his hips up 
grinding his denim-covered erection against Xander's. 
 
"Sweet mother of Jesus..." Xander hissed as his hands 
moved between their bodies, fingers clawing at the 
button fly of Spike's jeans. "Yeah..." he gasped as he 
released Spike's swollen cock from its confines. "Screw 
Red."
 
Roughly, he yanked down Spike's jeans making quick 
work of the wadded denim as well as his boots. Tossing 
the tangled mess to the side he reared up on his knees 
and admired the view.
 
Spike's body was just as he remembered from that 
night. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and hips, all silky 
moonlight pale skin stretched over taunt lean muscle. A 
soft downy trail of slightly darker hair ran from his 
navel to end in a nest of dark curls surrounding the 
most beautiful cock he'd every seen.
 
His skin only looked paler against the dark leather of 
his duster, spread out beneath him, falling loosely 
around his shoulders as he pushed up on his elbows. 
His sapphire eyes glittered in the dim light filtering 
through the canopy of thick green leaves above as his 
lips curled into a seductive smirk.
 
"Gonna stare all night, luv." His voice was rough with 
need.
 
"Not a chance..." Xander whispered as he stripped off 
his shirt, "...though it's tempting." Squirming he 
removed his own jeans and boots, then knee walked to 
where Spike lay. "More tempting to be the woodsman I 
am."
 
Spike raised a brow. "Woodsman?"
 
An almost evil spark lit up Xander's dark eyes. "You 
know...conquer the wolf and all."
 
A snort came from the direction of the trees. "I can't 
believe this. Look at you two." 
 
The two soon to be lovers turned to see Red a.k.a. 
Angel sitting up, rubbing the egg sized knot between 
his dark eyes. He snorted again as he stood and rubbed 
his naked ass with a frown.
 
"I'd like to know which of you two horny bastards is 
going to pay for my Armani slacks. That was fine 
Italian wool!" Angel snarled.
 
Spike pursed his lips and raised one dark brow. "Fine 
Italian wool my arse. I'll be scrubbing the taste of that 
sodding shit out of my mouth for the next two weeks." 
As if to prove his point he reached up and pulled a 
frayed piece of the said material from between his teeth.
 
Rolling his eyes Xander snarled at Red. "Just because 
you can't seem to keep your pants in one piece don't 
expect us to pay for them."
 
Another rock flew through the air hitting Angel in the 
shoulder.
 
"Hey! That goddamn rock throwing peroxide wolf of 
yours needs to get some manners. If he doesn't I'm 
going to be going home in a new pair of wolf trousers."
 
By this time, Xander was about as close to the edge as 
he could get. His cock was screaming to be buried in 
his wolf's tight adorable ass and he didn't have time to 
be lolly gagging about with Red. He stood in all his 
naked glory and stormed across the clearing with a 
growl.
 
"Look you pathetic vampire loving man-whore...do you 
see this?" Xander pointed down at his erection. "Do you 
see this? Cause if you do...you know what I would 
rather be doing right now."
 
Angel snorted. "Is that all you got? I could give your 
wolf more."
 
"Oh, really you red-hood wearing pansy?" Spike 
snarked from his casual seat on the ground. "I saw what 
you had and it didn't even impress Granny Darla."
 
Huffing Angel puffed out his chest in a show of 
maximum testosterone. If he'd been a rooster, his tail 
feathers would have been ruffled big time. "You have 
your nerve you poor excuse for a Cockney wolf! I 
should skin your tight little ass right now. Have me a 
new Spike-suit to wear."
 
Xander by this time was tired of the argument. All he 
wanted to do was have some luscious wolf loving, then 
take his new pet home. Drawing back his fist, he let fly 
and Angel hit the ground with an 'OOF'. 
 
"I am sooo...done with this argument." Xander growled. 
"If you know what's good for you Red..." he bent down 
picking up his axe, "...you'll take your Armani wearing, 
red hooded ass, and turn around right now and start 
running. Oh, and by the way I'd suggest you keep going 
until you reach Happily Ever After town."
 
Angel growled as he got to his feet. 
 
Spike chuckled as he stroked himself.
 
Xander drew back his axe with a disgusted, furious 
roar.
 
Suddenly was Angel was gone, only a cloud of dust 
remaining, as he shrieked in terror with Xander close on 
his heels.
 
The denizens of the Deep Dark Woods watched in 
shock as Red minus the seat of his pants fled through 
the trees. A completely naked woodsman hot on his tail, 
axe raised above his head, and an impressive erection 
bobbing in the wind. In the distance, the howl of 
Spike's laughter rose on the night wind.
 
"Faster...peaches! Faster!" Spike howled.
 
The only answer was a wild scream that trailed off as 
Red dove through the brush and rolled ass over apples 
into an open field.
 
"And don't come back Red! Do you hear me?! Or I'll be 
wearing me a new Angel-suit!!" Xander stood at the 
edge of the woods panting.
 
Well now that's done, he thought, with an evil grin.
 
****
 
By the time Xander reached the clearing, Spike was lost 
in a fit of laughter that sounded very much like howls. 
He was curled in a tight ball on his duster so completely 
lost in his own amusement he'd lost control.
 
His ears were drawn back and pointed, a light dusting 
of silvery hair trailing down his spine and to Xander's 
shock a fluffy silver white tail curled around him. 
Standing there in the moonlit shadows, Xander was 
mesmerized by that twitching tail. Instead of turning, 
him off it only made him harder.
 
"Hey, wolfie." Xander whispered.
 
The laughter stopped as Spike sat up his eyes glittering. 
"Now that's something I never thought I'd see, luv. A 
woodsman sporting wood while chasing an angel." 
 
"Hmmm...Spike?"
 
"Yeah?"
 
"Never thought I'd be turned on by a tail." Xander tilted 
his head towards the still twitching tail.
 
"Blimey!" Eyes widening Spike's cheeks began to 
pinken, but his cock seemed to harden even more. 
"Sorry about that mate."
 
Xander moved to where Spike sat on the ground 
looking every bit the magical creature he was---ethereal 
and beautiful. "Don't be..." Xander dropped his axe, 
falling to his knees and his voice husky. "I kinda like 
the look."
 
"Do you now?"
 
"Ohhh...yeah..."
 
Spike's lips curled up in a seductive smile; tiny pointed 
teeth just visible beneath his full lips. "Got a furry 
fetish?"
 
"Maybe." 
 
Xander leaned forward his lips claiming Spike's in a 
demanding, passionate kiss. By the time he pulled back, 
they were both out of breath. The only sound was their 
heavy breathing and the swoosh of Spike's twitching 
tail.
 
"Want me to keep it?"
 
"Yeah."
 
Laying back Spike spread his thighs as Xander settled 
between them with a soft groan. Xander reached out 
tracing a finger along Spike's pointed ears, down his 
sharp cheekbones, and down to his lips. He smiled as 
Spike sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, suckling 
as his gaze locked with his.
 
Releasing them, Spike smiled. "Need a little lube, luv."
 
Xander reached down between Spike's cheeks, his 
fingertips circling the tight opening, and smiled. "Want 
to fuck you so bad wolfie."
 
Moaning Spike shifted pushing back against the 
probing fingers. "Yeah...me, too." He whimpered, then 
growled. 
 
Pushing his fingers forward Xander growled as the tight 
muscle relaxed and gave way allowing him access to 
the warm, velvet channel beyond. Spike's head fell back 
and his soft growls became a howl. Slowly Xander 
pumped and twisted his fingers as he reached down 
with his other hand and began pumping Spike's rock 
hard erection. His thumb glided over the leaking pre-
cum, slicking down along the pulsing vein beneath.
 
"So fucking beautiful..." Xander growled, his voice 
guttural like a wild beast.
 
"Then..." Spike snarled, "...do it, luv. Want you in 
me..."
 
Shifting Xander released Spike's cock, pulling his 
fingers from the tightness that he wanted to claim for 
his own. With a faint snarl of need, he grasped Spike's 
hips yanking him up so his ass was lined up with his 
throbbing cock.
 
"Ready, wolfie?"
 
"Damn...bloody hell...get on with it." The tip of Spike's 
tail twitched.
 
Laughing Xander flipped him over, yanking him up on 
his knees, and then pushed forward. Spike's tail 
swished, his back bowed, and he threw his head back 
howling as Xander's thick cock pierced him. One swift 
thrust and he was filled completely.
 
"Now..." Spike whimpered.
 
"Now what?" Xander moaned breathlessly.
 
"Move you sodding git!" 
 
Chuckling Xander began to pump his hips slowly, and 
then faster until he was pounding into the tightest place 
his cock had ever had the pleasure of being.
 
Reaching beneath Spike his hand teased and twisted his 
nipples drawing soft animal cries from deep in Spike's 
gut. Slowly his hand trailed down to cup and squeeze 
his balls, then back up to stroke the burning hot length 
of him.
 
"How's that wolfie? Like it when I fuck you hard?"
 
"Yes..." Spike hissed.
 
Squeezing Spike roughly Xander began to strip his cock 
in time with his desperate thrusts. "So tight...so 
hot...Jesus and that tail..." Xander panted as his hand 
tightened even harder on the pulsing flesh in his grip.
 
"Gonna come...bloody hell!" 
 
Spike howled as his cock exploded over Xander's fist, 
his ass clenching around Xander's pounding cock. A 
few seconds later Xander let out an echoing howl as he 
slammed deep into Spike's ass and exploded with his 
own orgasm. 
 
Panting Xander fell down taking Spike with him, 
rolling to his side. As his cock slipped from Spike's ass, 
Spike rolled over to face him. Xander giggled 
breathlessly as Spike's twitching tail curled around his 
waist as he snuggled into his chest.
 
"Bloody fantastic..." Spike moaned.
 
"Guess I do have a furry fetish."
 
"I'd bloody well say so..." Spike chuckled licking at 
Xander's nipple.
 
"So what now?" Xander asked.
 
"Sleep..." came the mumbled reply.
 
"Here?"
 
"Course."
 
"Okay, then." Xander chuckled.
 
There was a moment of silence, as they lay there curled 
around one another on the forest floor. Gently Xander 
kissed Spike's sweat tangled silver white curls.
 
"You happy wolfie?"
 
Spike opened one shimmering sapphire eye and 
chuckled. "Hey it might not be Happily Ever After 
town, but it's a right good start."
 
The End