Furry Novels & Stories

Lisa whimpered and tried hard to choke down the tears filling her eyes. "The important thing is you're alive," Troy tried, but didn't succeed in consoling her. "He's right. Nobody will even be able to see it when it heals. That's why you need beautiful fur like mine." "Liar. I can never wear short skirts again." "I never wear them, and I'm fine and sexy still." "Fur that doesn't even cover your nipples can't help being sexy." "My nipples are one of my best features!" Bunny exclaimed, then tweaked both nipples. "Nipples, legs, butt, boobs, and gorgeous face, eyes, and lips, are just some of my best features."

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…

She was more than a foot taller than him, muscular body, tall, strong, long legs, square jaw, her skin was cyan blue, yellow eyes, vertical pupils, with her long pink hair, so long that it came down to the floor, but tied in a braid, they were smooth. Fury was wearing a red outfit, armour with horns on her helmet, wearing a long sword on her belt, a rope of thorns, black nails that she used as if they were the poisons and claws that she used to cut her enemies, besides poison, she was a great fighter, she was at the head of the hordes of Kurayami, a muscular, square woman who looked like an androgynous, both female and male. Kurayami took the woman as his bodyguard, ally as well as fighting

"I've never owned a pet before." "Why not? They're so cute and friendly." "I'm not a fan of fur. On animals or clothes." "Allergic?" "More like intolerance?" I chuckled. "It kind of grosses me out." she laughed. "Don't tell me that you're scared of dogs." "I'm not scared of them. Okay, big dogs freak me out but fur is gross no matter the size of the dog or animal." "Animals have beautiful coats. If you don't mind me asking, why do you feel so digusted by fur?"

His own power alone should be enough to catch Seekstorm. He didn't know how much time had passed. When Felix, sitting cross-legged, started to feel a bit bored, he suddenly noticed a little creature standing five yards away. Even he hadn't sensed it coming. "Is that Seekstorm?" It had snow-white fur and was only about the size of a palm. On top of that, its head resembled that of a tiger, sporting raccoon-like markings around its eyes. The most unique thing about it was the three long tails, which were constantly swishing.

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

He sat on a fallen log at the tree line, back against a thick oak, trying to look more experienced than he felt. Finn was still new to this life. He had joined Ronan’s personal guard only six months ago, eager and wide-eyed, full of stories about proving himself to the pack. At seventeen he was barely more than a pup by werewolf standards, lanky with messy brown hair and bright amber eyes that hadn’t yet lost their innocence. He fiddled with a small knife, carving idle patterns into a stick to pass the time. A rustle sounded behind him in the underbrush. Finn’s head snapped up. In one smooth motion he was on his feet, knife gripped tight, teeth bared in a low snarl as he spun around. His hea

Caturix rumbles. I had no idea that they could switch like that without shifting. I have to say that Caturix is one imposing Lycan. He must be at least 8’ tall and he is all muscle. His fur is as black as night. I wanted to pet him, but during an attack is not the time for shit like that. I run my hand through his hair, and I swear he starts to purr like a damn cat. I nearly ask him if he is purring, but I do not think he would appreciate being compared to a cat. “Aww you are purring.” I coo.

"What about Fur Dem?" she asked, referring to its demonish magical fur, scratching the beast behind its ears. The furball squeaked and started tapping its front set of paws on the ground, probably in response to her petting, but Cherryl chose to take it as confirmation that it liked her ironic pick of names. "Fur Dem, it is," she proclaimed with a smile. She carefully scooped up the wiggling, fuzzy white babies and set them down on the ground in front of her before standing and walking back to her little nest, where she'd left her shirt.

Carrel spoke after Luka pressed the ‘complete task’ on his menu. A screen popped up in front of us and a list of items was displayed. Seeing one item listed, I quickly accepted the items and a baby kitsune appeared. I didn’t pay attention to the gold pieces we earned or anything else. My focus was solely on our new pet. It was the cutest little fox that I have ever seen. It was a bright magenta, similar to the color of the tips on my real hair. The Kitsune had black on its ears and tail as if it had been dipped in black paint. A little black heart was under its right eye.