Femboy Furry Novels & Stories

And then, plot twist. The next one wasn’t what anyone expected, and I had to blink twice. A femboy strutting out in a rainbow thong that did not leave much to the imagination. His chest was dusted in glitters like he was just dipped in magic, eyeliner sharp enough to assassinate bitches with that slim waist toned like they’d been sculpted by the gods. His lashes fanned every time he blinked... lashes that could bat a whole city into submission. He walked with more confidence than the president giving a speech, every step dripping sass, pride, and glitter. He was the exact reason LGBTQIA+ got the name pride, because baby, he was glowing with it. Honestly? He ate and left no crumbs.

Aaron whispered. Under the heavy rain, pulsating energy coursed through every inch of me. My fur began to recede, giving way to soft, delicate skin. As the transformation progressed, the fur on my head transformed into long strands of hair that cascaded gently over my shoulders, tickling my back with a comforting sensation. My paws, which had served as limbs, retracted, giving space to human fingers and delicate hands. I ran one hand over the other, marveling at the softness of my skin.

“You’re barely more than a pup. Shouldn’t you be back at the main house with the others?” Finn’s face heated. He sat up straighter, trying to look tougher. “I’m old enough to stand watch. And I’m not little.” Soren’s chuckle turned into a soft laugh. He took another step closer, close enough that Finn could smell him—night-blooming jasmine and old blood, a scent that should have been repulsive but somehow wasn’t. “Seventeen, aren’t you? I can smell it on you. Young. Eager. Still learning what your body wants.”

he grunted bluntly and I frowned. "My child is not a hellhound. He doesn't carry a wolf or Lycan and is a full-blood vampire. I wish to name him Kasin Faris Sokolov," I replied firmly and Faelon shrugged and told me okay. Lucifer asked to hold him so I handed him to the devil. Lucifer chuckled at me.

Damn it. "I did." I caught myself still stroking my belly as I answered, wondering if mine would ever be so smooth again. "The booties are darling." Made from some kind of Demoniconian creature's fur, so soft they felt like air. "Thank you, Meems." She smoothed the front of her gold-threaded skirt hanging low on her thin hips and bounced a little in place. "I have a whole outfit for him for winter," she said. Beamed, white teeth bright against her red-tinted skin as her amber eyes flared with fire.

I felt a soft hand on my back some pretty - expensive perfume teased my nostrils as a very feminine voice whispered in my ear, tickling me with her hot breath. "Looking for me?" I smiled. The night just got more interesting. "It depends." "On what baby?" "Why don't you step out of my back, let me see what you look like." She did, and I gave a low whistle, she was a real pretty one she'd died her hair pink, and it seemed to match with her lips which surprisingly seemed free of lipstick or gloss -- probably did not want to hide the natural pink color of her lips. My mind flashed to another girl with beautiful lip color, a half Vampire, then, I intentionally took my mind of Amelia.

She had become a full futanari, a gorgeous, possessed cheerleader with both a throbbing futa cock and a hungry, squirting cunt. Asmodea’s voice roared triumphantly in her mind: *Yes! Feel that power, my little futa whore. Now you can fuck them too.* Emily’s eyes glowed bright crimson. She looked down at her brand-new, massive cock, rock-hard and twitching and laughed breathlessly, the sound dark and seductive. “Look what you boys did to me…” she moaned, wrapping one hand around her thick futa shaft and stroking it slowly, smearing the leaking precum. “I’ve got a big cock now. And I’m going to use it on every single one of you.”

They smiled in awe when Furry suddenly changed color. “It’s a girl, guys. This is Furry,” I said with a smile. Suddenly, Furry shone brightly and stunned everyone when it transformed into a beautiful girl. Her dress is strange. The color of her dress is also changing and there are glitters everywhere. She was glowing like a fairy or something. “Woah...” the group muttered in awe and was stunned for a moment. Furry smiled and then looked at me with enthusiasm. I was surprised when she hugged me.

, he says snapping. “What do you want? I would understand if this was the king but you're not the king and your opinion on this matter doesn’t matter to me.”, she says calmly. “You make me sick.”, he states. “Likewise.”, I say under my breath. Faye gets up and heads back to our area, taking notice of the werepup, their fur is a blend between dark brown and black; ⁑ “Do you think it could be someone’s pup?”, Zaff asks.⁑

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.