Forced Age Regression Furry Novels & Stories

I snarled in anger as my mom blocked Claire and doc stood in front of them protecting both. "move, a rogue ordered, move or die",Scar growls as my eyes flash golden. Time to kill. "you have no idea who your fucking with",my claws extend and my canines elongate. The rogue leaps at me and I punch him send them flying back out through the door he just burst into. More came pouring in and Claire was whimpering and crying afraid for me and my mother while she protected our pup. I quickly mind linked my dad.

GINGER After he left, I turned back to the task at hand and got started. The first entry was about an elderly werewolf that had begun to lose his fur. The doctor who had observed the phenomenon concluded it was due to old age, although it had never been observed previously in other werewolves. A little after noon, someone came up behind me, startling me. I jumped in my seat and turned to come face to face with Tyce. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.

I don't regret killing the nasty little bastard, he had it coming. And now it was served. My entire skin was covered in fur and not in the usual way. It's thinner at my torso than my back, shorter too. To anyone looking on, I'd be difficult to differenciate from a rogue. At the moment it's my rationality that's the only tell tale. 'Don't forget me' Gerzi chides. He lies on his stomach, tail wagging enthusiastically. "Someone's happy' 'Happy doesn't quite describe' Gerzi beams. 'Show casing our strength, is not something I will feel guilty about. "

And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling. Zinnia racked her brain and felt a little uncomfortable after some bits of blurry images flashed in her head. Some scenes were about some kind of human shifting, its body curled up into a ball then suddenly fur started growing from its flawless skin then the ones flawless and human-like structure became somewhat like a dog, no it was a wolf. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she squinted in pain and groaned after the blurry images suddenly rushed as if they were some kind of film on its ten times playback speed.

“You’re barely more than a pup. Shouldn’t you be back at the main house with the others?” Finn’s face heated. He sat up straighter, trying to look tougher. “I’m old enough to stand watch. And I’m not little.” Soren’s chuckle turned into a soft laugh. He took another step closer, close enough that Finn could smell him—night-blooming jasmine and old blood, a scent that should have been repulsive but somehow wasn’t. “Seventeen, aren’t you? I can smell it on you. Young. Eager. Still learning what your body wants.”

"Oh, how modest." Eric smiled. "Well, it's my strong point." He looked at the tiny werewolf girl, who was humming something under her breath and fiddling with a rubber band on her wrist. She looked like she couldn't be more than sixteen, but her face was weary, as though she'd seen one too many battles. She was wearing a large plaid shirt—too large for her small frame—and a pair of camouflage pants and combat boots to match. Her hair had a blue streak on the side, and slowly realisation began to dawn on Eric.

Kael grinned, his eyes gleaming. "Since Sarah feels the scullery is beneath her, perhaps she would be better suited for the 'Fur-Combing' detail? The elder wolves are shedding their winter coats, and they can be quite... particular about the tangles." Kael’s laugh was like gravel in a blender. "The elders? Luna, that’s brilliant. Old Hagar hasn't been brushed in three years. He’s about seventy percent moss and ninety percent grumpiness. He’ll love her."

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean, he looks younger, but I’m going to with a solid 28.” “He’s 36.” His eyes bulged out of his head, “What?!” “A perk of being a werewolf is that our advanced regeneration means that our bodies don’t age the same as humans.” He groaned, “Oh, now you’ll be young and powerful for like, ever.” I howled with laughter and shook my head as he teased me for being with someone who was 12 years my senior. While Gabe teased me, I couldn’t help but think about how devoted Alexander was to me, and it made me smile.

This, actually, looks worse than you can imagine. I start to see fur sprout all over Cory’s body. His fur is a dark gray color with strands of white woven in. Cory’s claws start to come out of his fingers and toes. His face starts to elongate and morph into a snout. Cory’s body continues to contort, driving him to scream out again and again. I peel my shirt off and shift into Aria’s form. Maybe that will help his wolf form come out fast. We crawl on the ground until we are next to him, letting our body heat envelop him.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.