Doggy X Foxy Novels & Stories

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

It stopped her and started barking at her. It was her pet dog, Roxy. Violet lowered herself to the ground and placed her hand on the fluffy white fur. Roxy belonged to the Samoyed dog breed. She was full of energy and playfulness. Feeling her touch, Roxy lowered her head. Her tail wagged excitedly as she was getting affection from her owner. The thickness of her snow-white coat ensured that she remained warm at all times, even during the winter. "Did you miss me?" Violet asked.

Foxy praised their living environment from the bottom of her heart and seemed quite interested in the place. The others were surprised to hear that because they keenly noticed the anomaly in her words. “Wait, what did the young lady just say? Humans? Are you not a human?” Aslan was most excited to have found one of his kind. Foxy nodded and took off her hat, smiling brightly. “Indeed, I’m not human but an ordinary monster beast. Are you disappointed?” Everyone’s initial shock was quickly replaced by cheers. Of course, Aslan was the most excited. “That's great. I finally have a companion. I thought I’d be the only monster beast around.”

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

Dominic grumbled. "Then be more specific…" "How did Fuck did you find us?" Dominic's voice Thundered. Hearing the cuss in his words, Forsyth grinned. "Although I don't like you, you seem more fun and free than the other you." "Don't be confused by his cool and always-in-control temper, he's worse than me," Dominic said. "Noted. But Nah, I think I like you best." Forsyth said again and grinned. "But I don't think you'd like what I'm about to do," Dominic said and gradually slid his fingers up to Marleen's neck. His finger wrapped her fragile neck and he looked at Forsyth.

“ I can see you're enjoying it my fox” he said, One hand left my hip, tangled in my red hair, and yanked my head back so my spine arched sharply. The new angle let his thick cock pound even deeper, the head battering against my cervix with every thrust. My tail thrashed uselessly against his stomach. Breath came in short, broken sobs mixed with involuntary gasps.

A good pet knows when it's being punished. You won't even remember this tomorrow, Damon. But I will. And after I deliver your final gift, I'll be gone forever.

As Darian begged on his knees, I didn't even bother to look up. I just kept stroking the trembling snow wolf pup in my arms. "Maeve, please..." Darian’s voice cracked with a sob. "I know Amara was behind the silver fox, that she cut herself at the clinic..." "I know everything," he wept. "Please forgive me. Give me one more chance." I finally lifted my head to look at him. "You think that's what I care about?"

Xavion was burning in savage fury, and as his eyes met Charlies, he barked with the authority of a man who was not to be crossed, “I told you to open the door just now! Why didn’t you open it?!” Charlie said in exasperation, “I don’t even know you. How would I know who you are? I don’t believe in anyone but the police in such an emergency!” Xavion said menacingly, “I am Xavion Fox from the Fox family! Have you ever heard of my name?”

He immediately licked the top of her head, which caused her to jump and nip at his chin. We’ve been talking all day. Foolish brute. He’s at least easier to talk to than you. Not giving me a chance to answer, she nipped at his chin again and took off at a run. I would love to see this from a birds eye view. A little fox, solid white, no bigger than an Australian Cattle Dog, being chased by a giant wolf. After about an hour of playing, Vix decided it was time to mess with this big Alpha. Quickly grabbing my clothes and shoes into her mouth, she took off back down the trail. Knowing he would soon be following she ran off the trail and into the underbrush.