Forced Age Regression Furry Novels & Stories

Impatiently, he kicked the hospital bed and snapped, "Stop pretending. It's just a little anesthetic. Do you need to sleep for so long? Get up. I made you get cosmetic surgery for your own good. Don't act like it's such a huge grievance." Of course, I couldn't answer him. I was dead. Livid, James lifted the sheet and kicked me off the bed and to the ground. "Stop playing dead! Have you learned your lesson or not?" The sheet covering me fell to the ground as well, revealing my ashen face. It wasn't a complexion that a living human could have. I hadn't had the chance to heal after the cosmetic surgery, so my face was still swollen and ruddy. James frowned when he saw me. "You're still so ugly.

My bones felt too small and my skin felt too tight. And then there was Cendres, leaping in the snow like an arctic fox, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he dug a hole with frantic, excited front paws. His wolf form was slightly smaller than Nazte’s, and his entire body was coated in light brown fur that matched his human hair colour. I frowned at him, my top lip curling back from my teeth. Considering we were heading into battle against the Winterpaw Warrior Pack’s closest allies, he didn’t seem to be taking it all that seriously.

Fury so profound surged through him. He felt his bones crack and began to reshape themselves as his muscles bulged and grew. Fur sprouted from his skin, first on his arms and legs, then spreading up his chest and neck until he was fully covered in a thick coat of white fur. His nose and ears elongated, becoming more wolf-like, and his teeth grew sharp and deadly. With a fierce howl, Arric bounded further into the woods, his powerful legs carrying him swiftly over the rough terrain, leaving his men in his wake. He could feel the primal energy coursing through him, the thrill of the hunt, and the need to protect his pack from any threats.

Well, I'm not bragging but when it comes to good looks his shithead is nothing compared to my ass, I mean how much more if it was my face as a basis of comparison? I don't know what it is but for some reason, I felt a sense of responsibility to the poor innocent lives, so I snap my fingers and summon my hellhounds. They are my loyal pets. They have this mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Pretty cool isn’t it? With a simple snap of fingers and a distinct whistle, they instantly come to me and for more than a century of having them as my pet, just now I realized that they all have a foul odor, so disgusting I can't bear to get

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa

Just as I was about to leave, she grabbed my wrist tightly. Cherry glared at me and spat, "Don't think I don't know you're just playing hard to get. Everyone else has already done it, so you have to do it too!" At that, my classmates all swarmed me and pinned me down. They started pushing the overly used syringe closer and closer to my vein. Cherry stood off the side, looking indifferent. "If you keep disobeying me like this, don't expect me to ever forgive you." Watching the needle draw nearer, I thrashed around and resisted with everything I had.

Going to his knees before her, ZION stared into her eyes, seeing the fear shining within her depths. How long had she been hiding this inability to feel pain? Congenital Analgesia was very rare in wolves, but ZION had heard of certain cases where wolves were tormented or physically abused during their transition. Around a wolf’s eighteenth birthday, they went through the transition that rewired their brain to connect to their wolves.

The woman steps closer and gently examines Figaro’s tail. “Oh, you’ve got yourself a young one. Only about fifty to seventy years old,” the healer explains. “You can tell by the markings on the tail. The older they are, the darker the spots get. The elders have tails that turn completely black, and the true long-livers even develop streaks of grey.” Holy hell. He’s like three times older than me! Calling him “little one” suddenly feels… not very appropriate. Although by kizibara standards, he is basically a teenager.

He huffed and puffed and kicked and punch everything in his path except for Saige and me. All we could do is watch him until he let out all of his frustration. Last time we tried to stop him, he lost control and scratched Saige and I on our faces. I remember seeing his eyes turn red and Saige and I screamed for help until our moms came. Ophelia suggested we wait a month before seeing each other again. He has gotten more aggressive since he turned 13 and gained his wolf. Hybrid blood and puberty aren't exactly a good mix I guess.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pecked my cheek, surprising me. "I forgive you and am pleased that you aren't intimidated by me," he chuckled. "I will even bring out my books of portraits that you can look through while we drink the cure," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and told him fine. "I always thought that you didn't cast a reflection. I mean I know you do but…," I said softly and he huffed and said," old wives' tales. Same with crosses and garlic. Holy water does burn slightly due to our demon ancestry and a stake through our heart hurts badly but unless our hearts are removed completely and incinerated we will regenerate. Anyway, it wouldn't have mattered sinc