The Friendly Game
By Misterebony
Inspired by a youtube video.

Jenny sat there on one side of the table. The sun shone over the chessboard, ageing the game was all set up. Jenny was not about to lose. Not to him. Not ever. The girl wore her red hood and a nice little blue one piece outfit, perfect for a day that was not too hot or too cold.
On the other side of the table sat her opponent. She met him on the path walking to her grandmothers, and he later tried to trick her. Sue quickly challenged him to a game ether high stakes.
If he won, she would be his dinner.
If SHE won however, he would become a new wolf fur scarf. 
For you see her opponent was a wolf, about her age, with soft fur and a hungry smile. His fur was light brown and his eyes golden.
"Shall we begin?" He said in that childish voice. Jenny nodded with a fierce look. No way she would lose!
She began to imagine herself with the new scarf, made from wolf fur...
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Jenny would walk to school, wearing it proudly. The sign that she had beaten the big bad wolf! No more missing kids! No more attacks! Best of all, his fur complimented her cape perfectly.
She could imagine the looks of envy and delight, the wolf fur so cute on her. She would play with the little ones using the stuffed head like a puppet. Then she would show her friends and tell the t...
And then it hit her. She didn't really have any friends. Most of the girls her age hated Jenny because she had the nice clothes and such without needing the money. It made the popular girls angry to see them with all their accessories outdone by a brat from the woods. And the poorer girls also hated it. They wished for those things. Even when she gave them some as gifts it didn't turn out well. Jenny always sat alone, and would be teased by the other kids because of her fancy handmade items that made her look rich. Sure she was lucky to have a lovely family. But she also wanted a friend.
And a wolf scarf would make it worse. She still wouldn't have a friend.
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"I said, its your move." The wolf repeated, waving his paw before her eyes. She blinked and looked up, seeing her queen had been taken. "That was kind of a silly move you know." 
"Yeah... I guess so." She said sadly, sighing some. The wolf looked at her with a bit of worry. But he was focused on winning. Then she spoke again. "What is your name by the way?"
The wolf paused. "What?"
"Your name." She repeated.
"Well....uh..... I'm Ben B. Wolf."
The girl moved her knight. "I'm Jenny. But everyone just calls me little red riding hood."
The wolf chuckled. "Well relax. Soon you'll be snug and warm in a big pie pan, all for me."
The girl did not react, but the wolf licked his chops. He couldn't wait!
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He would lay the girl on the soft pie crust on the bottom sheet, surrounding her with carrots and peas and lots of gravy, putting an apple in her mouth for show and some secret spices on for taste. Then on would go the thick top crust in case she tried to back out. Then inf to the oven with her! He would bask in the wonderful smell of baking girl, seated at his dining room table in his parents cave...
Oh. He forgot why he started doing this. Those hunters killed his mom and dad. What did they ever do? Problem was ever since his parents died and he began to hunt down humans, he was feared by the other forest residents. Not that they really liked him before, some even teased him. Now they knew he was something to fear.
But lately... its been real lonely. He would imagine opening the oven and pulling out the massive girl pot pie, warm and steamy and delicious... but with no one to share it with. Not even another wolf. And he would imagine after he ate the girl all up. Sure she would he delicious, all tender and sweet and all... but he would not he any less alone. He would be alone all over again, and he actually cried at that. How long mist he be without family or friends?
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"Ummmm.... you alright?" Jenny said, seeing the wolf crying. She got out of her seat and came to him, offering a handkerchief. He took it and wiped his eyes.
"Yeah... just..n thinking..." he said. "Thanks."
She pat his shoulder. He sure wasn't as bad as people said, now that she thought about it. In the woods he was nice to talk to. She began to wonder how he would cook her if she lost. Probably wouldn't try to hurt her. She would likely he delicious.
All the while the wolf imagined being her fur coat. Or maybe he would become a big fur rug for her bed. He'd like that, knowing his fur was keeping her warm. She was actually pretty nice when they met in the forest, talking about her grandmother and walking with him. It was the best talk he had with anyone since his parents died. He eased into her rubbings, then looked at the board.
The board was pretty clear. only pawns and the king were left, and those were all pinned. Neither could make a move.
A stalemate.
"Ummm.... Red....." the wolf said to Jenny, pointing at the board. She looked with him, both staring in disbelief.
"Now what?" She asked. "Do we.... have to go until one of us wins?" She looked at him, and he her. Then the unexpected happened. Something made them stare deeper, something neitjer expected.
They fell for each other. They wouldn't admit it but there it was, they were the same age and desired exactly what the other could give. Not a pie or a new fur shawl... but a friend.
"No..." the wolf said with a smile, easing Jenny down by him. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, snugging into the soft, warm fur. "I think I lost my taste for girl pie."
Jenny smiled, feeling the wolf return her hug. "And I have enough fur coats and such. Besides... they can't do this."
The wolf nodded in agreement, the two holding each other close. When they released the hug, they stood up, holding hands.
"Though I admit..." Jenny said as they picked up that silly chess game. "I will wonder how I tasted."
The wolf smiled. "And I how I would add to your beauty." He said blushing. Jenny giggled a little at that. And once the chess set was picked up, they walked away, no longer opponents but lifetime friends.
And maybe, someday, even more.

THE END