Novel & Cerita Furry

Fur. I shift and drop my pack, then pluck the fluffy hunk of wolf fur off a bramble bush and roll it between my fingers. White, which can only mean Frost. Kian and Malix have much darker coloring. It feels like satin between my fingers and summons up memories of the man it belonged to. His fur makes the void inside me scream. I think of Frost with his silky soft, pale blond hair sweeping against his sharp cheekbones. Those piercing blue eyes like the heart of a glacier. Or the heart of an iceberg, more aptly, given how destructive he’s been in my life.

They had various colours of fur, and although brown and black were pretty common dog fur colours, there were also some unusual ones, like silver and red. They looked like stray dogs, although Eric couldn't really tell. They were much cleaner and looked much healthier than stray dogs though, and Eric narrowed his eyes, unable to see much in the darkness. Curiosity got the better of him and he took a step forward, snapping a twig in the process. One of the dogs' head shot up and looked in his direction, and he saw the eyes of the dog glow. That's no ordinary dog, he thought.

She clenched her inner muscles deliberately around his still-hard shaft, squeezing him with rhythmic pulses that made him groan low in his throat. “Feel that?” she purred, voice husky and dripping with sex. “My tight little cunt is still hungry for you. It knows who its owner is.”

Most people buy them as puppies but I always buy mine 18 or over, it's just weird knowing your future sex toy as a puppy. The pup I've picked out is 19 years old, has beautiful auburn hair, one of his ears of floppy, and his tail is so soft but the fur isn't too long so it's not a chore to keep brushed. He's the runt of his litter so he only grew to be 4'10 and he's quite scrawny, although I'm sure with a proper diet and exercise he'll bulk up a bit more. He has lovely brown eyes and light freckles all over his pale body, he's just perfect.

I glance at Clayton, he just shrugs his shoulders. Twenty minutes later we are ready to shift and continue, the older female wolf is little and lean just like her but it’s fit. Its warm mahogany coloured fur shines in the high morning sunshine, as soon as I shift it comes and submits to me showing me its neck. My wolf squares her shoulders in pride, I feel our mate step up behind us giving us our moment.

I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It’s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It’s awful and I am so anti real fur!

Lottie's POV I watched as Fluffy approached me, her head nudging at my stomach gently. A cute sound bubbled from her throat. A warm sensation spread through me as Fluffy's touch seemed to resonate with the pups stirring inside me. It was as if they recognised the hellhound's presence, responding with gentle flutters. I couldn't explain how, but despite the cuffs suppressing my abilities, this connection brought me a glimmer of relief. For a moment, the fear and uncertainty faded, replaced by a comforting sense of unity.

I can actually hear it. Lily I try again though she’s not fully turned yet which probably means the mind-link doesn’t work. Yet, the fur is slowly growing longer, coming off in a shade unlike any other. Her pack is a bunch of snowy wolves – all them perfect for hanging out in the snow. It never snowed here…

I clawed at the earth beneath me as my form kept changing to something bigger. “You are almost there,” Ariana said, and suddenly, the first pop of fur came through my hands. Sweat was dripping down my body, and then my entire arm was suddenly filled with a fur I found to be very strange. It was white, and not just white; my fur glittered like some precious jewel.

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