Fnaf Toy Foxy Novels & Stories

Vahalano says. I nod and he walks back out and comes in carrying a large kennel. I can hear several yips coming from it. He places it down and sets up a large round corral-shaped gate. He places four tiny foxes in it. All of them are reddish-brown in colour. I hear Aliya gasp when he brings out the fifth little fox. I am blown away. This fifth tiny fox is a shimmer pinkish white colour. It is the exact colour of Haven. Aliya grabs the tiny fox from Vahalano and stares at me. There is no way I can say no to her as Noir sniffs the tiny fox. Aliya places her on the ground and Noir and the fox sniff each other after the tiny fox curls up as Noir curls himself around her and they go to

“I didn’t expect the Silver Fox to be quite so...” He paused, a wolfish grin spread across his lips. His eyes darkened as he looked at me from my untameable hairstyle, my white tank top, to my skinny jeans. “Foxy.” My instincts were telling me something completely different then fight or flight. I sighed deeply, glowering at the bastard. “So I’m guessing the Silver Fox doesn’t change your mind about letting me go?” Cassar looked down at me. “No.” I hate the word no.

The toy . “I can walk—put me down!” I yelled, banging my clenched fist against his back. As we arrived at the reception, my screams drew attention. Instantly, I covered my face with my palms to avoid any further embarrassment. I didn’t need pictures of me being carried like a sack of rice flooding the internet. After all, no face, no case. Damon slipped me into his black sports Ferrari before entering the driver’s seat. Starting his car, he advised, “You should always fasten your seatbelt,” as he leaned over and did it for me. There he goes, acting like he actually cares.

This time, they did it together. “Argh,” I breathed out as my body shook. Having them in both of my holes was quite different compared to having them in my cunt at once. Though I was still uncomfortable, it felt good. So freaking good. It wasn't even supposed to feel that way. Fred threw his head back in laughter. “I think we got the right pet, brother. This toy seems to love pain, just like we do. I guess it's time for us to use our toys on her.”

As if the annoying student from a while ago was completely a different person. “To use lives as a means to threaten and communicate with his enemy, this man surely knows how to show dominance. This is starting to get interesting.” Jendo uttered as he mischievously smirked and placed the perfectly sliced apples that he carved as little bunnies on the platter of fruits and snacks he prepared.

I was like that once. “What’s your mummy’s name?” “Lily.” “Well, you should tell Lily that Damon, Sasha’s mummy…” I can’t help but cast a look a mere eleven-year-old hardly has the means to decipher in that girl’s direction. “Would like to come and meet them sometime.” “Can I tell them that you don’t have boobs?” “Knock yourself out, kiddo.”

~2 Days Ago~ “Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked. Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike.

It took me a few days before she agreed to meet me. While her fox fae prepared lunch, she whispered, “So? How’s yours? Is he good in bed?” “…I’ve not tried that.” “What?! Don’t be shy! They’re literally like toys made for our pleasure. You don’t need to feel guilty about anything!” Right as she said that, her fox fae silently appeared behind us, eyes shimmering, lashes wet. His lips trembled as he said, “Master… am I only a toy to you?”

“I said toys are fine as long as they’re not a choking hazard.” Naomi popped up from behind the couch, a smear of glue on her cheek. “I told them to make one that looks like Ronan,” she stage‑whispered. “They’re calling it Growly.” Ronan, passing through with a stack of folders, glanced down at the lopsided toy, then at me. “If that thing starts giving orders, I’m leaving,” he said. Jace beamed. “We can make a Luna one too. With little fake bite marks on the arm.”

But ignoring Ace would be rude, so Emily maneuvered her way through the tables and stood over Ace, who’d remained seated. “What are you doing here?” Ace glanced at the drink and muffin on the table. “Looks like I’m having an after-work snack. Who’s your friend?” He set the doggie drink on the ground, and Foxy stuck her face into the cup and licked it up. When she didn’t reply, Ace said, “She’s adorable. What’s her name?” For the first time, she smiled. “Don’t be fooled. She’s a tiny terror. Her name is Foxy, and she belongs to my neighbor.”