by James Austen
Little Red Riding Omega
an M/M/M Mpreg Fairy Tale Retelling
by James Austen
Little Red Riding Omega © 2018 by James Austen
Published by Omegaverse Classics
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Little Red Riding Omega
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COMING SOON
Chapter 1: Little Red Omega
Chapter 2: Meeting the Big Bad Wolf
Chapter 3: The Big Bad Wolf at Grandomega’s
Chapter 4: Little Red and the Wolf
Chapter 5: The Huntsman Joins In
Chapter 6: His One and Only Wolf
Chapter 7: Little Red’s Expecting!
Chapter 8: The Pregnancy
Chapter 9: Little Red’s Delivery
Epilogue: Baby’s First Shift
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COMING SOON
THE OMEGAVERSE CLASSICS
As MPreg authors, we at Omegaverse Classics are always thinking about the world as it might have been—a world in which alphas and omegas fall in love and have babies and spend their lives together.
And how do these stories of love, of "once upon a time," of "happily ever after" become ingrained in our hearts and minds? Through the stories we are told as children. Through fairy tales. And through those classic stories we read in school.
We want our alphas and omegas to grow up in a world where these stories are available to them, too—so we are telling those stories anew!
Welcome to Omegaverse Classics, where you can find the stories you love...with an Mpreg twist.
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Chapter 1: Little Red Omega
Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a dear little country omega, the handsomest creature that was ever seen. He lived with his father and mother in a pretty little cottage at the edge of the village. At the further end of the wood was another pretty cottage and in it lived his grandomega.
He was loved by everyone who looked at him, but most of all by his grandomega, and there was nothing that he would not have given to the omega.
On his omega-grandson’s sixth birthday, this good omega presented the boy with a little red coat and a little cap of red velvet he’d had made for him, which was so extremely flattering on the omega-child that he wore it everywhere. The children all called him "Red Omega," and soon, everybody called him Little Red Omega.
One day when he was near twenty, his mother said to him, “Would you like to go to grandomega's today, my son? The sun is bright, and the air is warm and pleasant.”
Little Red Omega replied, “Yes, mother, you know I always like to visit dear Grandomega.”
“Then you may go. You may carry your little basket, and I'll add some honey and a jar of butter in it for grandomega.”
“Oh, that will be a nice present for him,” Little Red Omega exclaimed.
"Then come, Red Omega. Put on your things and get ready go to see your grandomega. He has been ill. I will add more things to your basket for you to take to him.”
She continued as she packed the basket, “Here is a nice piece of meat, and a bottle of wine. I have also put in it eggs. And I want you to take this cake and some butter to grandomega, as well. He is weak and ailing, and these things will do him good.”
“I will be glad to go,” Little Red Omega said, getting his coat ready to wear. “And may I take him some flowers?”
“Yes, dearest. Gather some of those you like best.”
Little Red Omega picked some of those flowers nearest the cottage. “Here they are, mother—roses and pansies! Aren't they pretty?”
“Very pretty and sweet. Now put on your red hoodie. I have also made some custards,” his mother said to him, adding those to the basket.
“Now. Set out before it gets hot, and when you go, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandomega will get nothing. You know how he does love his wine.”
“Yes, mother,” said Red Omega, who was very obedient.
“Take the basket. Be very careful as you pass through the wood and go directly to Grandomega’s house.”
Little Red Omega said blithely, “Yes, dear mother. Nothing will harm me. All the birds and animals love me, and I love them.”
“Be there before he gets up. Go quietly and carefully. When you go into his room, do not forget to say, 'Good morning'; and do not pry into all the corners, for he keeps liquor all over the place."
"I will do just as you say," answered Red Omega. “I promise I will take great care,” he said to his mother, and gave his hand on it.
His mother smiled at his cheerfulness and innocence. “Goodbye, my omega-son. Give me a kiss and take my love to dear Grandomega.”
Little Red Omega dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Goodbye, Mamma. Goodbye!”
Red Omega was very glad to go. He always had a good time at his grandomega’s house.
Bidding goodbye to his mother one last time, Little Red Omega skipped away into the woods, setting out immediately to go to his grandomega, who lived in the other village in that cottage on the other side of the woods.
Chapter 2: Meeting the Big Bad Wolf
It was a beautiful morning in the woods, and as Little Red Omega skipped through the woods carrying his basket, he sang a song:
Good morning, merry sunshine,
How did you come so soon?
You chase the little stars away
And shine away the moon.
I saw you go to sleep last night
Before I ceased my playing.
How did you get 'way over there,
And where have you been staying?
Finishing his song, he spoke aloud to himself and to a bird that followed him. “How pretty it is here in the wood! Oh, what a lovely bed of moss! You must come with me, pretty green moss, to grandomega's house. Good morning, pretty bird! Will you sing to me this morning?”
And the bird, delighted to be spoken to, replied to him, “Yes, little Red Omega. I will sing to you because you love all the birds and can understand my song. Soon, I'll show you my little birds who are just big enough to fly.”
Little Red Omega laughed in delight. “Thank you, dear bird, I shall be glad to see the cunning little things. But now I must hurry to grandomega's with the butter and the honey and other good things to help make him well. Goodbye!”
“Goodbye, little friend!” said the bird as it flew off. “Chirp, chirp; chirp, chirp!”
The grandomega lived far on the other side of the wood, more than half a league from the village where Little Red and his mother lived, and as Little Red Omega entered the deepest part of the wood, a Wolf met him, startling Little Red.
“Oh! how you frightened me, Mister Wolf!” said Little Red. “Where did you come from?”
The Wolf said, “From my pretty cave, far, far in the dark wood, little omega. What is your name?”
Little Red Omega blinked, startled. “Why, don't you know me? I'm Little Red Omega.”
Little Red Omega did not know what a wicked creature the Wolf was and was not at all afraid of
him. He did not realize this was the Big Bad Wolf of infamy, and the poor omega did not know how dangerous it is to stop and speak to wolves, and so he continued his conversation.
“I'm a stranger in this place, little omega,” said the Wolf. “but I shall know you the next time I see you.”
“Indeed you shall,” said Little Red, smiling coyly. “Perhaps we shall meet often in these woods.”
The Wolf felt a bolt of desire slam through him at the flirtatious omega’s words.
“Whither away so early, Little Red Omega?”
“To my grandomega’s.”
“What have you got in your basket? It smells like honey.” He stepped closer, drawing in a deep breath. “Or perhaps that is just you.”
“It is honey, Mr. Wolf, and more. Meat and cake and wine and custard. I am taking this basket to my dear grandomega. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandomega is to have something good, to make him stronger.”
“Are you all alone in the wood, you gorgeous omega? Isn't your mother with you? Aren't you afraid?”
“Afraid?” Little Red Omega exclaimed. “No, indeed! Why should I be afraid? All the animals are my friends.”
The Wolf laughed in delight. “Oh, yes, of course they are all your friends! But is it far to your grandomega's house? Where does your grandomega live, Little Red Omega? Does he live far off?” the Wolf asked, though he knew perfectly well where the young man’s grandomega lived.
“Oh! Aye,” answered Little Red Omega. “It is beyond that mill you see there and past the first house in the village. It is a good quarter of a league farther on past the edge of the wood. In the village, his house stands under the three large oak-trees, and the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it,” replied Little Red Omega.
The Wolf thought to himself, What a tender young creature! What a nice plump mouthful his cock must be—he will be better to suck and fuck than the old omega. He had been so long alone that he had grown sad and lonely. He’d even considered seducing the old grandomega for some company.
The Big Bad Wolf had a very great mind to eat Little Red up—and as often as possible!—but he dared not, because of some lumberjacks nearby in the forest. He didn’t want to get caught deflowering Little Red.
I must act craftily, so as to catch this omega. I must have him as my mate, the Wolf thought.
And the Wolf concocted a plan. “Well,” said the Wolf, “Perhaps I’ll go and see your grandomega, too. I’ll go this way and you go that, and we shall see who will be there soonest.”
But then, he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Omega, and then he said, “See, Little Red Omega, how pretty the flowers are about here—why do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry.”
Little Red Omega raised his eyes, and when he saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, he thought, Suppose I take grandomega a fresh bouquet, for this one has wilted; that would please him too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time.
“Good day, Little Red Omega,” said the Wolf, as Little Red made to leave.
“Thank you kindly, Wolf.”
And so he ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever he had picked one, he fancied that he saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood, until he was all but lost.
But then he saw the Huntsman in the woods.
“Oh, there is the Huntsman. Good morning, Mr. Huntsman! Have you seen Mr. Wolf go by?”
And the Huntsman, who had been impatiently waiting until Little Red came of age, was delighted to see the omega.
“No, little Red Omega,” the Huntsman said worriedly, for he did not want to lose his chance with Little Red. “Have you seen a Wolf in the wood?”
“Yes, Mr. Huntsman, and he said he would see me at my grandomega's house.”
The Huntsman wanted to say, Mr. Wolf is no friend of yours, and you must not talk with him, for he is cruel and will do you harm. But he simply shook his head and vowed to himself to win Little Red first, for although he viewed himself as the Wolf’s rival, the two of them had been lovers, once upon a time, and their rivalry was good-natured.
It was a bright and sunny morning. Red Riding Hood was so happy that at first, he wanted to dance through the wood. All around him grew pretty wild flowers which he loved so well, and he stopped to pick a bunch for his grandomega, and he made his way to his grandomega’s house.
Chapter 3: The Big Bad Wolf at Grandomega’s
Meanwhile, the Wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the nearest way, while the little omega went by that route that was farthest about, diverting himself in gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and making nosegays of such little flowers as he met with. The Wolf was not running long before he got to the old omega’s house.
When the Wolf arrived, he tapped on the door. No one answered, so again, he knocked at the door—tap, tap, tap.
Finally, the grandomega said, "Who is there?"
“It is I, the Wolf. Open the door.”
The good grandomega, who was in bed, because he was indeed somewhat ill, cried out. “Lift the latch,” called out the grandomega, “I am too weak, and cannot get up.”
The Wolf lifted the latch, and the door opened.
“My dear Mr. Wolf,” the grandomega cried. “It is an age since I have seen you.”
“I have been speaking to your omega-grandson in the woods,” the Wolf said.
“Ah.” The grandomega gazed at him kindly. “And does my grandson know that you are a werewolf, able to take the shape of a man, as well as a wolf?”
The Wolf shook his head.
“Then you must show him before you attempt to make him your own.”
The Wolf sighed. “I suppose you are right.”
The grandomega waggled his finger. “But that does not mean that you can’t have fun first.”
“Your grandson would be scandalized if he heard you,” the Wolf laughed.
“Perhaps he is not so innocent as you believe,” the grandomega said. “He has many ... friends... among the shifter animals of the forest. You will have to be very impressive indeed to keep his attention.”
For a moment, the Wolf looked distressed. But then the grandomega shared his plan with the Wolf.
“That is brilliant!” the Wolf declared, helping the grandomega out of bed.
“I shall go to the pub. I will return in a few hours.” And thus, the grandomega left the Wolf in his cottage.
The Wolf shifted into his human form, put on the grandomega’s clothes, and tied his night-cap over his head; got into the bed, drew the curtains, and pulled the blankets over him.
And then he waited in bed, expecting Little Red Omega any moment.
Chapter 4: Little Red and the Wolf
All this time, Little Red Omega, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when he had gathered so many that he could carry no more, he remembered his grandomega, and set out on the way to see the old man. He ran all the way to the cottage.
He was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when he went into the room, he had such a strange feeling that he said to himself, “Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with grandomega so much.”
He called out, “Good morning,” but received no answer.
So he went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay his grandomega with his cap pulled far over his face, and looking very strange, with the cap drawn half over his eyes and looking very fierce.
“Who’s there?”
Little Red Omega, hearing the big voice of the Wolf, was at first afraid and backed several steps away from the bed.
But, believing his grandomega had got a cold and was hoarse, he answered, “‘It is I, your grandson,
Little Red Omega, who has brought you a basket of food mamma sends you.”
The Wolf cried out to Little Red, softening his voice as much as he could, “Put the basket upon the stool, and come and lie down with me.”
Little Red Omega undressed himself and went into bed, where he was greatly amazed to see how enormous his grandomega looked in his night-clothes.
Of course, once they were in bed together, Little Red was no longer fooled by the Wolf’s disguise, choosing instead to play along with the ruse. Had he known beforehand that the Wolf was a shifter, he would not have been fooled at all!
Little Red Omega said, “How rough your voice is, grandomega!”
“That's because I've such a bad cold.”
Peering under the nightcap the Wolf wore, Little Red Omega said, “But how bright your eyes are, grandomega!”
“The better to see you, my omega”
“How long your arms are, Grandomega!”
“The better to hold you, my dear.” With that, he wrapped his arms around the omega.
Red Omega said, "Oh, grandomega, how big your arms are!"
"The better to hug you, my dear."
“Grandomega, what great legs you have got!”
“That is to run the better, my dear.”
“Grandomega, what great ears you have got!”
“That is to hear the better, my dear.”
"How big your eyes are, grandomega."
"The better to see you, my dear."
“But, grandomega, what large hands you have!”
“The better to touch you with.”
‘“Oh! but, grandomega, what a terribly big mouth you have!’” With a secret smile, Little Red ran his finger along the Wolf’s cheek.
“The better to eat you with!” And, saying these words, this wicked Wolf fell upon Little Red Omega, and licked his cock from balls to tip.