Fat Furs Novels & Stories

In the first few days, I was quite interested in his requests, such as playing with small toys in certain positions, doing yoga movements, wearing the underwear he bought, or sticking a cat's tail toy in my behind and rubbing my face against his legs like a cat. These were just routine. After the first week, he bought some low-temperature candles and red ropes. He insisted that it was art and asked me to go to his house. I went, but I wore something Lester didn't know on my finger. It was a hidden finger blade, which would pop out a sharp blade only after the mechanism was pulled. It was not enough to kill people, but if the stab was accurate enough, it could seriously injure them. Everyone

me from attempting anything. He couldn't harm me without causing all-out war, so he had to have chosen a sweet ladies-maid to serve me to keep me in line. I was certain he would beat her if I made a single misstep while I was here. "I will leave you to dress now your highness. There is a guard posted outside, waiting to take you to his Majesty when you're ready." Kira smiled before leaving the room. I quickly threw on the closest pair of jeans and began looking over the tops Kira had laid out for me. I was surprised to see a graphic t-shirt with a human band on the front. I picked it up expecting it to be from one of their neighboring kingdom and was surprised to find that the back held ope

Lucien stiffened, “My lord—” “You will not touch her... “ I said evenly, “.... You will not hunt her, and you will not think... Of claiming her power... “ My gaze locked onto his, “... Anything concerning the girl is mine to decide” Lucien bowed his head immediately, “As you command my lord”. The forest then shifted, I scented it, rotting hunger, madness in disguise. *Ferals* Seven of them. “They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow.

Lukas asked while looking at him, the fight stopped as the strong stench of blood and the disgusting smell of burning stinky flesh surrounded them. “Ahh! You all must have been clueless. This Naster that you all are looking up to, the fearless and most prideful project of the fallen Christopher Fangs, leader of your group, the man who took away the wolf souls of innocent people, using poison to control people, drug warriors, and brainwashing them. Even went as far as using his blood and flesh as his test subject for inhumane ways and achieved greatness.” Everyone somehow connected everything. It was no secret that the Dusk Dawn Pack is made up of two packs of brothers, one inherited the Dusk

I had thought to bring more clothes, Her Highness was thoughtful and kind, but I wanted to provide Odessa, not take from another. If we meet other supernaturals while Odessa wore this fur, they would be envious. They would know the difficulty of hunting a creature such as the Eskaskis. I had taught Razak well, only attacking the spot underneath the neck, which causes them to fall limp while being carried. The fur was untouched, with no holes in the leather and no blood. The only liquid that could stain the fur was its own blood, causing it to be ruined immediately. I let my half-smile cross my face. It would be perfect for her to wear. Her own eyes shined with mirth as she felt the thick lus

different—like Atlas is just as eager to be near Medus as I am to be near Max. When I open my eyes, I'm on all fours, the world sharper, clearer, more vibrant. Atlas stands tall, his jet-black fur gleaming in the faint light of dawn. He’s massive—huge, even for an Alpha wolf. His fur is nearly pitch-black, save for that one white ear that stands out against the darkness. His muscles ripple beneath his thick coat as he pads forward, his strength undeniable. Atlas has always been proud, but today, he’s standing a little taller, more sure of himself—like he’s got something to prove.

said the golden-maned lion, who clearly still hadn’t had his fill of fun, "That makes you guys best friends, innit?" "Screw yourself," grimaced the tiger. Which idiot had coined that expression, for the love of Heavens! As if I could ever be friends with a bunch of foxy foxes! Streaks of yellow lines rushed down the slopes of the Ridge. They were large foxes more than four to five meters long. Their smooth copper-brown fur resembled silk. These were all high-tiered Beast Lords. "Queen Jiu You," observed one of them when they saw her riding on the white elephant.

Luna was immune to his frivolous attitude, so she simply sent him on his way. “You can go back now.” Andrius returned to Team Five’s office. “Boss, do you know about the Wolf King?” Fatty Frank ran over to him when he came back. His eyes gleamed. “Mm-hmm.” Andrius nodded. “The Wolf King is freaking awesome!” Fatty Frank looked impressed. “If I can meet him in person, I would clean his shoes and I’d still be happy!”

Lizz said, lifting her head up from her sketch pad, the whole time Azulthaël and Rex had been speaking, she had been furiously drawing Azulthaël’s new form in detail making notes on estimated sizes. ‘He will have a pouch on his underside with mushrooms he can cultivate himself in short supply, no doubt the previous occupant would have stocked up before chasing us’ Fafnir growled, irritated, ‘Your lack of learning is disgraceful.’ ‘We are learning now, so be quiet’ Rex snapped back, getting another growl in response from Fafnir, mumbling something about insolence, “You will have a pouch on your underside that has the mushrooms it eats.”

Running the warm washcloth over her body, he memorized every curve. He replaced the cloth with his callused fingers and learned the feel of her skin. His nose followed his hands. Her essence soaked into his pores and continued to make his heart thrum. She was malnourished and each rib protruded under her tissue-like silky skin. Her hair was a mess and saturating it with conditioner would be the only way to get the snarls out but it could wait. Even dirty the strands were such a light color, almost white like her fur. It would be a shame to cut it. She continued to sleep through his ministrations.