Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Novels & Stories

He quickly realized he was pushing me too far. He held his head down but tilted to bare his neck to me, but I ignored his gesture of submission. I walked over to a tree and grew out my claws, swiping them down and up the tree as chunks of wood flew into the air. I punched the tree repeatedly, completely distorting and reshaping it until it gave a loud croak, broke down, and fell over.

She immediately flopped down, whimpering in pain, her instinct leading her to lick her wounded limb. Clayton rubbed her furry head gently. "Okay, I think you can shift back whenever you're ready. But you won't be able to walk back on that paw," he frowned, concern etching his face. Clayton triggered the trap, pulling the anchor out of the ground. "I can't fucking believe this shit," he muttered angrily. "And so close to the cabin." He decided to take the trap back with him, determined to prevent another innocent creature from falling victim to its cruelty.

In a slow, delicate move, I slide my gigantic tongue from between huge jaws and slide it up along Beck's cheek. "Tag, you're it," I say and bring up my arm in a classic uppercut connecting solidly with his jaw. Beck flies out of his chair and I follow with a five-foot jump from the table to floor landing between his splayed thighs. I lift my now-bare foot, which is more than double the size of my human foot, hairy, and sporting claws that I'm unaccustomed to. I lift the top of my foot and lower it onto Beck's crotch adding just enough pressure to make his eyes grow larger. "Do you have more questions?" I ask. The drool that slides out with the words is gross, but if I try to wipe it away, I'

Its fingers have these long, curved claws that are oozing something black. Something in me tells me the beast is about to lunge, and it doesn't look like it will give way for a conversation with the rage I see in his eyes. I shift immediately, seeing it's about to slam its claw into Lyric who is now frozen in place looking at it in awe. I hit the beast with a force I myself don't know where it came from and it knocks it into a tree, but it gets back up almost immediately.

I must touch both paws with my own hands! Little White immediately lifted his other paw. Maezhei: "...!!" The Old Butler: "!!!!" Meanwhile, a certain someone who was on the second floor: "...." --hidayawu--

"Don't be difficult now. These rules are simple enough, no?" she purred against his lips. "Don't you find me attractive? Don't you want my.. What did you call it.. Clussy?" Her hands were now under his shirt, stroking and massaging his bare skin, the feeling making him squirm and twitch, his erection throbbing in his pants. "Come on," the clown cooed. "Get your pants down for me..."

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She turns away and drops the plant into the waste bin like it means nothing. They both act as if nothing strange just happened, but something did. I raised my voice at a stranger. I growled. I don’t growl. I’ve never growled. “Was that normal?” Roxy asks. “Very normal,” Kalb replies, peeling off her gloves. “It’s a common response for someone who already has a beast.” I almost laugh at her conclusion. “I don’t have a beast.” “You do,” Kalb looks at me, unbothered. “And you don’t.”

She exhaled, “You think highly of yourself.” “No, I just don’t think highly of you.” She hung up. “Goddammit!!! Fucking bitch mother fucker!” He threw the phone and watched it shatter against a wall. Storming to the balcony, he swung open the glass door so hard it came off the hinges. He stepped over the cock-eyed glass and inhaled the Crossia City night air. His lungs were heaving. The crisp air felt good but something was wrong. He looked down and was startled to find claws there instead of fingers. He shook out his shoulders as he struggled to gain control, quickly retracting the beast to its safe hiding place once more. God help him if someone saw him from another building.

The beast lunged, but Bruce dodged with a speed that left even Malrik watching with intrigue. With a roar, Bruce leaped onto the beast’s back, his claws tearing through its tough hide. The creature bucked and thrashed, but Bruce’s grip was ironclad. He drove his claws into its spine, channeling every ounce of his strength into the attack. With one final, ear-piercing roar, the beast collapsed, its body dissolving into black smoke that dissipated into the air.