Novelas y relatos de Doggy X Foxy

It was almost tragic I needed to have it end. Bursting through the bushes I leaped onto her tail pinning her to the ground. She turned snapping back at me her little needle teeth trying to sink into my fur to reach my skin. Cute try love. I laughed. Andre, cleaners here? Yep. Bring a carrier and some clothes for me. This is going to get messy. Damn, putting your mate in a carrier? They were designed for pups who got out of control but they’d hold a fox just fine too. She kept trying to wiggle out never tiring only hissing and snarling which might have been intimidating for a rabbit but this was just sad.

She hissed as Mateo caught the gun before it could reach the floor. He put his cold hand around her nape and pulled her forward – until her forehead was inches away from his. Faith shrieked and gaped. He placed the gun on her throat. Faith gasped as Mateo pressed the barrel into her throat, “You are not as smart as you think,” He commented, “You have a lot more to learn, Foxy.” He added.

Her body was running out of strength and she could hold herself anymore. While she tried to grasp another branch, it broke and she fell down with it. The foxes looked at each other then started moving towards her with their mouths wide open. Gabby knew that she was done for. She could see strange rays of light coming from the foxes eyes. She closed her eyes as she lifted her hands and to her surprise she heard a loud bang . When she opened her eyes she saw almost three foxes lying on the ground. She was stunned and afraid at the same time.

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.

I can feel myself starting to drool, anticipating the crunch as I eat them to the bones. One long, bloody tongue sticks out to licked clean the bloody splatters on my huge crimson paw. I gazed down at my blood-stained red fur. I leaped to viciously bite the neck of the nearby werewolf, turning the earth an even redder shade as I joyfully ended his life with a blood-curdling howl. ______________________ "Uhm..." I moaned as I got up slowly. I did not expect to doze. I smiled as Foxy huddled closer. I feel bothered with my weird dream just now. Who was that wolf? I stand and put my little fox on the ground as it happily munch on the beef jerky I gave him.

The moment Yoyo spotted her through the glass doors, he bounded forward like a furry missile, tail wagging so fast it looked like a helicopter rotor. Polly and Peter, who had just gotten out of the car, were both startled. They worried the excited dog might knock her over, but Yoyo skidded to a halt a few steps away just as they moved to stop him. He braced his front paws, tail still spinning, and pressed his head affectionately against Sydney's legs. "Woof! Woof!" "Yoyo, you're back!" Sydney squatted to hug Yoyo, breathing in the faint floral scent of her freshly washed fur.

Her hand shook as she reached out and gently touched its neck. The dog did not snap or growl, and Jovie's fear ebbed away. She stroked its head, whispering words of comfort. "Big doggy, did the bad people take you too? Don't worry, my daddy will come for us soon. He's like a superhero, super strong. He'll beat up the bad guys and get us out of here..."