Romans & histoires Double Curl Pug Tail

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

One for men and one for women. The woman's curtains moved first as a large sleek panther stepped out. Its fur was a dark coffee brown color that was a few shades darker than Calix. The bright amber eyes dancing as Calix launched himself at the lean creature, hugging one of its legs. She was as tall as she was in human form, making her just a few inches bigger than me if you didn’t count her ears.

Seeing him clutching his bloody arm, the men who had just stepped out of the tavern laughed at his weakness and frailty. "Haha, Chad, you are also conquered by women so quickly?" Hearing the taunts of the people around, along with the mocking laughter, Chad became even more enraged, stretched out his long clawed arm and leaned towards Lily. Lily cowered in fear, raising her arms to support her. Swirl. Out of nowhere, Douglas rushed out, his claws slashing a long line in front of his chest. Chad clutched his chest in pain, blood from his hands and chest dripping onto the pavement.

Curling a hand firmly into her hair, I tug her head back, eliciting a throaty gasp that drives me wild with need. She’s wearing a thick, form-fitting cable-knit dress the shade of a desert rose. It’s lovely, but what’s beneath is lovelier. With the fingers of my other hand, I hook her dress up until it shows her creamy hips. Her panties are dark from her juices. “I need to taste you.” Dropping to my knees, I inhale the sweet scent of her pussy. “You make me do insane things, ptichka.” “Do I?” she whimpers.

Only win. Another wave, this one taking the hips. My pelvis decides to re-stack itself with a geometry teacher I’ve never met. I curl around it and feel the ligaments go slick and then realign. I whimper. I don’t mean to. The sound is high and thin, a dog-cry from a human throat. My eyes water; everything blurs; the bulb’s hum becomes a drill burrowing into my ear. The Wolf, impatient, noses the pain aside and noses me like a bad brother. Up. Bite. She’s getting cold. Warm her. Warm with blood. He pushes hard against my hands until my nails—claws, he insists—dig into the floor for purchase.

But we kept on watching. Our eyes ran around the little pup's body while examining the body features. It had a small body with winter-white fur. But around the neck and back, purple fur was highlighted within the white coat. It had its two ears raised straight and its tail wagging as it yapped after the butterfly. 'Strange.' I muttered. 'What is?' Blue asked. 'That thing doesn't have a scent.' I pointed out. Blue was silent for a while as he kept a few steps toward the pup. Blue and I shared the same thought. That pup wasn't anyone from the Blue Crystal Pack as we tried to scent it. What was more alarming was how it DIDN'T have a scent!

Whoever had done the work was a fantastic artist. He stood perfectly still, but his hands clenched, muscles quivering beneath my touch everywhere my hand roamed. My fingers trail down, following the design as it flowed down the left side of his body to his abs. It was free, fluid with gentle curves. A combination of hard lines but also soft florals and swirls amidst dangerous embellished claws that looked more like art than paws. I was disappointed to realize the design disappeared down past his waistband where I could no longer see it.

He turned and wiggled his ass at me. My mouth dropped open at the long black and silver wolf tail connected to his ass. "Found this, looks like it should be yours with the coloring," Miguel chuckled and walked towards me with a slight grimace. "You're crazy honey," I mumbled softly and turned his body to see the appendage. I lifted up the long soft tail to inspect it. "Is this real fur," I gasped and he shrugged. "I don't know but the plug on this thing is intense," Miguel replied and closed his eyes as he shifted his feet.

It struggles and shrieks as it draws closer towards Kaen. " Hurrgh!!" Kaen growled as he used all his power. Black liquid flows out of the Flungoues and was absorbed into the petal tainting it black. Out from all the black liquid fell out a white short fur, long ear, long tail, round small face dog..... With golden circles around the tip of his ears that were connected to its head. It the same size as a cat... What the heck?! Hikaru walks up towards it and shoves it into a small cat cage.

It was just a small, small distance away… just a little bit and I can finally get out! But then… “Wait.” He… He pulled my tail. “K-kyaaaa---!” What was that?! I felt like my soul was being pulled away from my body! I immediately flailed and was able to get away from his grip. The moment I felt the cold floor on my feet, I immediately dropped down and squeezed myself on the corner. I still feel weird… my tail feels weird!