Femboy Furry Novels & Stories

"Let's see some dryad ass! Give us the siren!" "Yeah, quit jerkin' us around, Drew! I wanna see some succubus pussy! " "DJ said she's like a quarter elf or something!" Mousy—I mean, Drew—squeaked, pointing at me as I tried to get momentum enough to pull off a Teddy. What was I, a zoo animal? "See her eyes! They're all types of fucked up!"

"Damn it, and he's a male incubus! I heard male succubi are way stronger than other beast-men. Olivia, you're so pretty—hurry up and make the first move while you can, lock him down, sign a contract, and become his master! Then you'll never run out of tails to play with!" I followed the direction she pointed. By the flag platform, a boy with flushed cheeks fumbled as he tried to hide his tail. Those fluffy fox ears drooped shyly on top of his head. I smiled. "Yeah. He's pretty cute." When I said that, my eyes weren't actually on the fox. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Marty standing not far away. The little snake's face was dark enough to drip. His lips moved silently. From the shape

There were bright green stripes, one on each cheek, that matched his eyes, framing his face. "A fox," he said, smooth and flatly, like nothing that had just transpired was interesting. "And why would a girl be this far out by herself. This isn't even my fault." Shuule said nothing back. Females of different clans were often not easy to identify, but some were. Peacocks had colorful hair of turquoises and greens, which Mermaid's did as well, but they were rare and were never seen. Bears nearly always had chocolate brown hair, rounded eyes, and were shorter and broader set than most. Tigers, lions, cougars, and even the sheep and apes were nearly impossible to tell apart, but the fox vixens we

Justina said as she started ripping it open. The first thing I grabbed was a wolf stuffy. It was just of the head with two little paws and the rest was a little blanket. The whole thing was white and grey and was the softest thing I had ever felt. “This is the cutest thing ever.” I saw as I rubbed it against my face. “I like the theme you went with.” Justina held up a matching woodsy blanket. It had trees, wolves, bears and foxes on it. There was patches of blue and grey with some black and white accents.

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

It seemed to make sense that they were a mistake or manipulation by power-mad gods. "Because many of the original no-furs were from across the ocean," Purl kept going. "They were shapeshifting bunnies, the omegas from the Hare race, who came to the toms to help them heal and repopulate. Many of the no-furs have regained their original forms as Hares. Some are toms now, but they are not the majority." "Oh MY GODS!" Guru's voice preceded his actual presence. "Look at your fluffy wittle tail."

Fenrir made a short huff, after hearing my reply. I then sat next to Restia. “Ruby… is not a magical beast nor a beast-man— I don’t know what she is, or even my father.” I paused for a moment, trying to find the appropriate words to describe Ruby. “She… could transform into any type of mammal beast whenever she wants, but she will always remain pink.” “…I don`t understand.” Fenrir made a confused look. “I need to find a pink coloured mammal?” “Erm… a cat, a dog, a cow, a lion, a tiger, a pig, a rabbit— she would always be pink. Does this help…?”

"What about Fur Dem?" she asked, referring to its demonish magical fur, scratching the beast behind its ears. The furball squeaked and started tapping its front set of paws on the ground, probably in response to her petting, but Cherryl chose to take it as confirmation that it liked her ironic pick of names. "Fur Dem, it is," she proclaimed with a smile. She carefully scooped up the wiggling, fuzzy white babies and set them down on the ground in front of her before standing and walking back to her little nest, where she'd left her shirt.

A smile creeps into my lips when I saw my stubborn friend took her seat unwillingly with a scowl on her face. So there's someone who can tame this tigress. "Going back. We need to mask her 'scent' for these creatures." He said while putting much emphasis on the word "scent" as he glances sideways towards Sassy. "Why? They seem friendly to other fantasians." I asked, remembering how Jada, a fooleys living in the palace treats me. Fooleys are large creatures, can be passed being called a giant, with red skin and a horn between their forehead. Their sharp fangs were showing and their ears are like that of an elephant.