Fluffy Drawings Novels & Stories

Coloured chalks in hand, she is deep in concentration. The noisy chatter of the young adults as they take their seats behind her barely registering as she concentrates on the task in hand. She has already drawn the parted legs and rounded arse cheeks and was now working on the pussy lips, the outer labia. Her drawing was graphic in its anatomical correctness and state of arousal.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

"Mrs. Rose gave you?" "Mrs. Rose gave it to me." I ran my thumb over the paper. I could see it perfectly. The three stick figures, the enormous yellow sun, the dog with too many legs, all of it in the fierce bright colors she loved. It was the best thing anyone had given me in months. "Lily. This is the most beautiful drawing anyone has ever made for me. I'm going to keep it forever." She went very still against me. "But Mommy." Her small voice, confused, careful. "You can't see it."

She responded with a delightful giggle, her laughter filling the air with a sweet and uplifting melody that momentarily lifted the somber mood. “Look, look!" she exclaimed with excitement, squirming free from my embrace and darting over to the kitchen table. Amidst a collection of colorful crayons and scattered papers, I came across a heartwarming drawing. Mabel, with a proud smile on her face, pointed at the figures and exclaimed, "This is Daddy, this is Mum, and this is me," as she tapped each figure with her tiny finger.

" Griffith asked. "Five." She gestured. Griffith frowned. Charlotte bit her lip. She couldn't afford to think too much about it; she had to start drawing. As she drew, she showed it to him. Griffith watched and guessed several different animals, none of which were the mouse. Others at the side began to tease. "Charlotte, first draw 'I love you.' One person, one heart, and another person." "Stick figures, can you draw them?" "M-I-C-K-EY M-O-U-S-E!" Eli began to sing.

"Steak is a piece of meat, and if I remember right, you love steak. You love putting it in your mouth and savoring the flavor, texture, thickness, and all the juice that comes out because of what your mouth is doing to it. What's not to love about a piece of meat?" "He's my brother. He's more than a piece of meat." "Oh, he's more, for sure, and the more the merrier, and he's got so much meat. More than enough to make you super merry." Lisa focused on her drawing, then held it up for Bunny. "You know, people can see that." Lisa had drawn Bunny, mostly from the side, from her stomach up. Bunny's ears leaned a little forward from straight up, her eyes popped out like in cartoons, her exaggerate

I sat down on the floor just outside her cell and said softly, “Hi, I'm Freya. What are you up to?” She cautiously turned to face me, and her beauty took my breath away. She had ash-blonde hair, and the brightest blue/green eyes. She was so pretty, it looked like her face had been sculpted to perfection. A button nose, high cheekbones, and a set of lips that would put the Kardashians to shame. She didn't reply, but she did hold up her pad to show me what she was doing. She had drawn a picture of me, surrounded by flames and lightning bolts. The picture was amazing and ridiculously detailed, I needed to see it closer. “Do you mind if I come in and look at it?” I asked her with confidence.

"-but we will appreciate your drawing more if you explain what you drew in detail just like Finn did." Considerably more cheerful, Freya stepped forward. "That is me-" Freya said. She pointed to the girl in the picture. "-and around me are lots of animals. Our teacher taught us about animals last week, so I drew them. Over here is a giraffe, a cat, a lion and a bear. It looks like Billy, my teddy bear..." Freya continued naming the other animals she had drawn. By the time she was done, Elliot was looking at her proudly.

That was what she told herself. "Fina, look at thwis," Finlay said showing her the drawing he made. The girl showed surprise and looked at the stick figures in awe. "This is beautiful, Finn. Tell me who's this?" She said pointing at the small figure. Finlay beamed at her. "Thwis is Finn and thwis is Fina," Finlay said proudly with a beautiful smile gracing his lips. "Wow, Finn. You draw us so well, I love it. Give me a hug," She appreciated the kid who wrapped his small arms around her neck and hugged her tightly. She inhaled his warm baby scent.

His eyes, like acacia blossoms, peer down at me, and I feel I'll never get used to the sight of such a bewitching creature, just as I'm unable to process someone as perfect and handsome as him falling for an unattractive human like me. He turned to his side and lowered himself for me to climb onto his back. I placed a hand on top of his back, and immediately, a tingling feeling swept over me at the softness of his fur. I combed a hand gently through his thick, long fur while closing my eyes to its warmth. My eyes opened to a soft sound from his wolf, and to him gazing at me, wanting me to climb up.