Fluffy Tamer Novels & Stories

But even as I tried to focus on the day ahead, I caught myself glancing toward the greenhouse as I passed it, and wondering if she was inside. A few days later, Holt scheduled a sparring match between Tanya and one of the mid-level warriors. She was holding her own … barely, but it was clear the other wolf was getting frustrated trying to keep up with her slower pace. When Tanya tripped over a misstep minutes later and fell hard on her side, Holt moved in to end the match. But Tanya shoved herself up, panting. “No. I can keep going.” Her opponent hesitated, glancing at Holt, who nodded that they could keep going.

The old healer broke off abruptly at the Hawk's dark look. "'Tis worth trying." the Hawk agreed with Lydia. "Milord!" The healer protested vehemently. "The Rom are no more than shabby illusionists! They are-" "Camping on my land," the Hawk cut him off sternly, "as they have for over thirty seasons, with my blessing, so guard your tongue well, old man. If you're so certain they know nothing, why should you care if they come?" The healer sneered. "I just don't think wild dancing and chanting and nasty-smelling bits of mummified who-zits and what-zits would be good for my patient," he snapped.

"Okay fine, I'll let you go but Tan needs to go with you. You are the future luna of this clan so we need to secure your safety, especially today that rogues are hunting for their prey. Do you understand, My Luna?" Goosebumps, his words give me goosebumps and I don't know why. I'm scared of this warmth, I want this to end very soon. And with that reason I nodded my head without words coming from my mouth, not even a single moan. He smiled and patted my head before opening the door. A man in his twenties with auburn hair showed up. "Good morning, Alpha, I want—" "Pay respect to your future Luna, Tan." A man named Tan looked at me with wide eyes. Though he can't see my face, I can see his reac

"Hello, I'm Dr. Scott. You must be Stella and Lawrence. Let's have a look at this little one, shall we?" We followed Dr. Scott into an examination room, where he gently coaxed Fluffy out of the carrier. He conducted a thorough examination, checking her ears, eyes, teeth, and feeling her body for any abnormalities. Fluffy purred softly through the entire process, seemingly unfazed by the attention. Dr. Scott finally stepped back, smiling. "Well, she's a bit underfed, but nothing that a proper diet won't fix. Given her baby teeth and overall size, I'd estimate she's around 12 weeks old. A real fighter, this one."

dies - I smile and he comes running towards me angrily. With him almost close to me I jump throwing my flip flops in his face and he turns his head a little disoriented, I throw myself on the ground giving a cart in one of his paws and he falls half face up. I turn around thrusting my hand into his chest and ripping his heart out. - You lost heart... I won by disqualification? - Nooo! - Someone screams and grabs my waist, knocking me to the ground roughly. This one is in human form.

His long eyelashes made me envy him and his lips were so succulent, oh my , who on earth is this handsome looking devil. He parted his lips and smirked as he gave me a once over, "Are you the slut I called for ?" , he asked. I was so mesmirised by his eyes I almost didn't hear him. "Wh...what ?" why was I so flustered, maybe it's the alcohol, yhhh you haven't had any alcohol yet my subconscious reminded me .

I muttered. Romer laughed, completely ignoring my plea. "So, quite daily I was walking around in my human form, holding this tiny fluffy ball of furr on my arms. I brought her back to her parents so she could feel safer and shift again. And when she happened to shift because of excitement she would just be following me everywhere. She was like my shadow, always by my side. That’s how she got the nickname ‘Fluff.’" Tara wiped tears from her eyes, still laughing. "That’s adorable! I can’t believe we didn’t know about this!"

—Meow— Fluffy rushed towards me as she saw me stepped in. “Ohh! My little fluffy.” I squatted as I carried her up on my hands and she jumped on my shirt as her little tiny claws held unto the fabrics of my shirt. “Oh! C'mon Fluffy.” I held her and pulled her closely as I rubbed my face on her white hairy skin. Looking at her brown eyes now, brought so much warmth and her floral scent calmed down my hyperactive nerves. The available maids had prepared dinner for us as we ate and fluffy won't give me the slightest freedom as she kept on playing around my legs with her ball and trying to climb my body.

The no-fur felt Guru lose control of his legs as the horrible stretch from the thing inside him took the tom over a new edge. Spitfire patted Guru's back as he spasmed and his head twisted back and forth. His mews and purrs came out in a frenzy. He waited patiently for his tom to accept the delicious pain and that it wasn't going away. Then in very clear tom language, he said two more commands, one for the tom and one for the toy. "Face me." Because he wanted to see the sexy fear in those gorgeous blues when he finished with a smirk, "Vibrate."

I say reassuringly. Flutter hesitates for a moment, still cautious and unsure. It gazes at me with a mix of worry and curiosity. Slowly, it inches closer, its tiny wings fluttering nervously. I hold my hand out, palm up, as a gesture of trust. "I promise, no more belly touches," I say softly. "Just your back, if you're comfortable with it."