Sister Grimm's Tales Unwritten - Red and the Wolf 01

What the fuck is this?

So uh I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't write without my pills but yesterday I was able to write something less important. I couldn't focus on RotGM because chapter 112 was really important and I needed to be able to fully focus, but if it were something sillier...?

I've had this idea for some short stories for a while now. This is kind of a framing device. I have some of the first short story done but I'm obviously focused on RotGM, but as you should be able to tell this is still set in the same universe albeit in a completely different realm, and it's also very meta because of the framing device. Let me know what you think of this! It's a bit rough.

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There was a weary wooden writing desk in the middle of a quaint, comfy room. Upon that old desk sat a giant opened book that waited patiently for the next chapter to be scrawled upon it.

The book wasn’t as strong as it used to be, nor was its writer. Not after the people of Everafter learned the truth and unintentionally cut the strings.

Even so, the book wanted to be written and the writer wanted to write in it.

Sister Grimm opened the door to her cozy, ethereal room and carried a cup of rose tea to her desk. She was young and eternal, as most Goddesses tend to be, but her charm was in her childlike form and those distant eyes of hers. Behind these eyes dreamed an entire realm’s worth of stories, stories her people no longer wanted her to tell.

She ran her fingers along the parchment of the book’s open page.

This book once controlled every single life in Everafter and when she ruled the realm every day was a dream spun by Sister Grimm and her infinite imagination... but those days are done. Now, many of her creations didn’t want their happy endings and Sister Grimm would never understand why. If it wasn’t for the Mages who lived under the rule of those blasted twin Goddesses, the inhabitants of Everafter would have never become self aware.

Thankfully, despite this the great writer retains a limited amount of power over the land that she created. She can still tell her stories as she sees fit, although they are smaller in scale and her endings are no longer definitive. Once her stories are done Sister Grimm can no longer just close the book on them, no, now they live entire lives outside the margins of her writings and there is nothing she can do about that, not even as it causes her Realm to rot.

Rather than dwell on such dark and disturbing things, Sister Grimm pulls out her chair and sits before the Book of Tales Unwritten. “Story book, story book, I have come to write but today I feel just a tad bit dreamy.”

“Sister Grimm, Sister Grimm, perhaps maybe then you’ll write something sleazy?” The giant book responds with comforting glee. This might sound strange and it might sound bizarre, but in the land of Everafter it would almost be stranger if the

“Perhaps I will, perhaps I might. It’s been far too long since I’ve written rutty, smutty tripe.” The Goddess smiles, feeling ever so playful. She herself was an innocent and demure divine, but every so often her stories were not.

“Will it be pleasurable?”

“Yes, but not original.” Sister Grimm extends her hand towards a shelf upon the wall, and a single red book separates itself from the rest of the pack. Upon the book is a lovely illustration of a great and powerful wolf who had many adventures, and astride him rides a young and innocent looking girl clad in a red hood, a girl with whom the wolf shared a particularly grisly history.

“You seek to write a variation.” States the empty book.

“Indeed, of course with their participation.” She smiles and opens the great red book and touches the letters, causing them to glow with godly light. “Great Wolf, Little Red, come and see your writer for a retread.”

Words twirled off the page of the red book and danced about the room, magic swirling giddier than even a suite of sugar plum fairies.

In no time at all, the summoning took place exactly as Sister Grimm wished for. Half of the floating verse forms into a little red-hooded girl with a bright and cheery smile on her beautiful, young face and brown locks of gorgeous hair flutter down the sides of her hood.

The rest of the words create a large and powerful wolfman with great big teeth for eating, powerful eyes for seeing and a bushy tail that shook the world with every sway.

As with the rest of the collection upon the shelves of her writing room, these two characters were among Sister Grimm’s favorites.

She loved them so much that she cut their strings herself long before it ever happened to the rest of the realm and she made them Gods of Everafter. In these days, the stories she gifted self-awareness and Godhood to are often worshipped more than Sister herself since they run among the enchanted lands of Everafter interacting with the inhabitants as they choose, instead of cooping themselves up behind a writing desk.

All her favorites come to visit her when asked, though, as no-one wants to be Unwritten. Not even the most unruly of her creations.

“Hello, Sister!” Says Little Red, running to greet her writer with a hug and a kiss.

“Greetings, Sister.” Says Great Wolf, bowing his beastly head in respect.

Sister Grimm kisses one creation on the cheek and pets the furry head of the other, before smiling and showing them the empty book. “Today I wish to write an alteration, one perhaps of the more sultry persuasion.”

Little Red looks at the Great Wolf with rosy cheeks, and the monster pretends not to notice the tiny goddess’s arousal. “Have you not tired of torturing me so, Sister?” The Great Wolf pleads.

“I have not.” Sister Grimm smiles.

“Now, now, Great Wolf. We should be honored that our beloved writer wishes to explore our themes in a new direction.” Little Red grinned, happy the sister gave her this chance once again.

“Perhaps she could try doing so in a way that will stay my erection.”

Both Goddesses blush, though Red finds herself unable to help teasing her old friend. “Come now, silly mutt. We’ve come so far since Grandmother’s house and that nasty old Woodcutter. Maybe if you beg nicely enough I’ll take care of that aching bone of yours for you?” Little Red says with a smile on her face, leaning down to peck the beast on his wet nose.

“That’s not the point!” He barks with his deep, rough voice. “Sister, you tell more erotic variations of Little Red and I than any other of your finest creations. I feel honored you love us so, but perhaps you’d prefer to smut the puppet or those three little pigs?”

“I think perhaps not, for this... this, my dear wolf, is what I think is hot.” Sister Grimm smiles at the uncomfortable wolf, who keeps awkwardly trying to avoid glancing at the eternally young and beautiful morsel wearing the red cape who he ate once before. Centuries have passed and tastes change, and everyone in the room knows he hungers for her yet again.

“How shall I start?” Questions Sister Grimm, returning her focus to the book and conjuring her pen. “Tell me if you have suggestions, I must begin my art.”

“We have no such-” The Wolf tried to steer, but Red cuts him off.

“What if our wolf was a cute little runt, and I were the busty big sister type? Oh, and the Woodcutter is my best friend and... and...!” Little Red squeals, causing the Great Wolf to whine.

He knew right then and there that this would not turn out fine.

“Splendid idea my red-hooded friend, I for one would like to see the dynamic upend.” Sister Grimm smiled a wide smile, put her magical pen to the parchment and she began work on a tale that would surely offend.