Forced Age Regression Furry Novels & Stories

“It’s her, too. The Queen. The curse binds her and the Fang together—every one of them. They’re connected through blood and magic. Old magic. Fae-born.” “Fae-born?” I glanced at Barbie, who froze mid–hair flip. She cleared her tiny throat. “I was hoping that little fun fact wouldn’t come up tonight.” Gregor’s gaze hardened. “You know something.” Barbie crossed her glittery arms. “Of course I do! Everyone knows the story—well, everyone who was alive thirteen thousand years ago, which is me.” I blinked. “You’re seriously that old? You weren't kidding?” She smirked. “Honey, I had wings before humans had pants.”

More than one alpha is after me and is ready to capture me, according to another growl. My back is struck by something large and powerful, and I'm knocked to the ground as claws rip into my shoulder. Lucas is the one on top of me, about to bite, when the aroma of his body strikes me. He chuckles as he grinds his hips against me, ripping at my clothing until it is barely there and grabbing my skin with it. My hands start to evolve into claws as a result of the agony, which also causes my nails to grow longer. Lucas roars in astonishment as I slip out from under him and resume racing as I roll over and slash at his muzzle.

"This ends now." I will my transformation to take over my body, and lightning-hot pain to race through me. I feel my skeleton crackle and pop with every muscle in my being, giving way to the fur that sprouts off my skin. I finish my turn with a loud growl. Farris is also a black wolf, and he growls at me in invitation.

To me personally, age is not an issues at all, especially in Fantasma, this medieval fantasy world. Here age is irrelevant at all, with a lot of long living races all over the places, and for many of those races, even at considerably old ages they still looked really young. Like my lovely Meret over here, even though she was already over 50 years old, her body were still very much young, and she is very magnificent in serving my lust and calming my passion. Her looks back on earth on can easily passed her as someone at her prime age, if back on earth she will have no problem at all, being a gravure model. Her skin were still supple, her giant breast still defying gravity although already sl

Kael's leg would not heal. The bone had been broken for weeks. Maybe months. He had run on it. Fought on it. Hunted on it. The damage was deep, and the curse had stopped caring about keeping him whole. He was burning out. His body was giving up. The grey in his fur had spread to his muzzle, his paws, the tip of his tail. His eyes had faded from yellow to a pale, watery gold. He moved like an old wolf. He was twenty-eight years old.

The night forest witnessed a fight that would bring significant changes to their group. Andrei, driven by his emotions, began to feel a change within himself. Suddenly, his body felt heavy, and he could sense black fur rapidly growing all over his body. His face shrank and approached a wolf-like shape, with a protruding nose and sharp teeth emerging. Andrei's eyes turned sharp yellow, radiating uncontrollable rage and power.

For some reason, I feel like he's going to try to sabotage again. I just know it. "I remember that Alpha Keeran had even lost an arm in this fight," she said to herself, nodding along. I couldn't help but feel my skin crawl at the thought of losing an arm. Hm. Wait. I am sure that Keeran had both arms when I saw him. They felt and looked real. So how did he manage to grow it back? As if noting my slight curiosity, Rora explained. "Strong Alphas are capable of regrowing limbs or other body parts in several decades."

He said and Ivorie almost groaned in dissatisfaction. “I was wondering, why don't you have your wolf? I mean, you are the first daughter of an Alpha, which consequently makes you an Alpha female so…” he trailed off. Ivorie shrugged with a straight face. “I have no idea.” Regan sighed. “What about you? When did you have your first shift?” Ivorie asked him with more interest. Regan smiled shortly. “At the age of ten, that's four years earlier than the regular shifting age of all werewolves.” He answered, his voice laced with some pride.

I try to stand up with all my strength but my knees shake and my whole body gives away and I fall on the ground again . "I should have known that you are much more useless than you look!" She steps infront of me and grabs my hair. The pain travels through my whole body as I try not cry. "You really thought you could bea me, "she laughs as she lifts me up with my hair and smiles. "Yes ,"I reply and spit saliva in her face. "You bitch!"she growls letting go of my hair instantly. Brown Fur starts to sprout from her skin as she drops on all fours.I can hear the sounds of her bones cracking and poping as she begins to take her wolf firm.

Her light caramel fur had been matted with blood. We never forgot all of the degrading things they said to us. I was thirteen at the time and did not understand the context of all they said, but I certainly did as I got older. They tried to weaken her enough to where she would shift and leave me vulnerable, but she held out until they got spooked and took off for the woods to hide from what they had done. I now knew what they would have done had she shifted back which was why she fought with every ounce of her strength.