Fat Furs Novels & Stories

In fact, Koushi was a few inches below Fury being of average height. “Climb on!” Fury snarled, almost snapping Lutz in two. Out of fright and a quick rush of adrenaline, Lutz swung on him and grabbed hold of his long, thick fur. Fierce was eager to pounce already and had an electrified aura around him. He was growling ahead, his gold eyes blazing. “Better keep those blades out,” he growled at Koushi. The average-height man approached the beast and didn't know how to climb on. In that minute he hesitated, trying to figure out a way—Fierce lunged at him and grabbed him with his mouth. Lutz screamed as his friend and brother was thrown into the air and the wolf opened his mouth wide to guzzle d

—mutants with pale skin, extra limbs, or reflective eyes—were checking weapons that looked like they were scavenged from a dumpster behind a DARPA facility. "The Furry Ones?" Grog asked, taking a bite of the cream puff. "My scouts smell them. Wet dog. Expensive leather. Very rude scent." "They're coming through the main drainage outflow," Jack said. "Valerius sent his vanguard. These aren't just wolves, Grog. They're purebloods. Fast, strong, and they heal instantly." Grog grunted, wiping cream from his chin. He walked over to a large, rusted wheel valve on the wall. "Strong heals. Fast runs. But can they swim in... the Soup?"

Below us, the valleys were choked with the grey-white fog of a winter that refused to end, and through that fog, I could hear the rhythmic, terrifying thunder of Ten Thousand Paws. The High Council hadn't sent soldiers in suits. They had unleashed the Feral-Sins—the wolves who had been stripped of their humanity centuries ago, kept in the dark of the West’s dungeons, fed only on the blood of their own kin. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my Sunset-Gold Fire rolling off my skin in waves of heat that melted the permafrost beneath my feet. My claws, elongated and obsidian-sharp, twitched with a hunger I hadn't felt since the first night I shifted in the Square.

Black figures rose from the ground where the lightning had struck. If I wasn’t scared before, I was now. They were at least seven feet tall, with what looked like a human body. However, it was covered in patchy, matted fur. Their eyes were slits of red and their ears were pointed straight up. Each had fingernails that were lengthening and sharped into little daggers. They walked on their feet as well as on all fours. The vamolves. “This is my army. Much stronger and much more dangerous than anything found on this planet. Join me and I will spare this pack the death that awaits them!”

He got the message loud and clear as he turned around and walked away. It was a relief that he was already losing my patience and I could feel my wolf trying to come out and jump on here. I wouldn't have stopped it if it had bounced on Jared. My wolf was infuriated by him, and he has had it coming for a long while. I hate everything about him, especially those stupid leather hand gloves that he always wears around on his palms. I wonder what he was hiding and why he was always walking around in hand gloves even during summer. Feeling a little pull on my black pants, I turned around and saw Angel. Fury consumed me.

"Because you would wish you were never born if you do not." Orlov furrows his eyebrows. Such conceit. But Lucas, tell me what you are ready to give up?" I hesitate no more. anything. The room became very quiet. And Orlov beams as well. Magic sparks fly across the atmosphere. Orlov moves forward, eyes shining. "Well, rather nicely. At last the prodigal wolf is prepared to haggle." Finn tenses. "Lucas, don't—" I brush him aside. "Fix her," I tell them again. "Now"

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

I moaned with my body shivering as I came. He kept moaning with every thrust. His body suddenly shivered, breathing raggedly. “F*ck!” he said as he came. I felt his warm fluid squirt inside my pussy. We hugged each other while catching our breath. He then looked into my eyes. His eyes told me how much he enjoyed so much f*ck my pussy. “You are forever mine. I will never, ever let you go,” he said in a deep voice with his dominating eyes gripping mine. He then tucked his hand behind my neck and kissed my lips while hugging me tightly.

As Tess looked in the mirror she was met with a round face, chubby cheeks, and dark circles that had formed from years of sleep deprivation under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled unruly mess of dark brown curls framing her face and resting just under her shoulders. Not to long, not to short of a length, her eyes looked more green today the hazel had a tint of red dirt brown along the black ring and green in the inner part. Depending on the light and her clothes her eyes would change from green to a light brown. She stood at 5’11 which has always been considered tall for a girl and weighed a whopping 363lbs. Most people guessed she was around 250lbs as she still had an hour glass figure and c

'' ''But -- but my fangs came out'' I said then blushed furiously, even as I was mad at myself for being embarrassed. He nodded. ''Yes, your fangs--'' then he shook his head. ''No let's not keep up the pretence about innocence okay, you don't have to keep faking that blush.'' he said and I nodded. how the hell did someone fake a blush? ''Your fangs came out yes,'' he said frowning slightly. ''But that's as far as you can get. Now back to the question I asked, before I change my mind and kill you right here. How many of you are in this school?''