Long Furby Novels & Stories

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

Fur sprouted from my skin, enveloping me in a cloak of ethereal white. Once fully transformed, I stood tall and proud as a majestic creature of the night. My fur, glistening in the moonlight, bore the color of freshly fallen snow. It was as if a piece of winter's enchantment had woven itself into my very being. Each strand of fur shimmered with an otherworldly glow, casting a pale radiance in the darkness.

she chirped, her little voice full of joy. The supermarket was one of those sprawling, brightly lit places that felt both comforting and overwhelming endless aisles of colorful packaging, the hum of freezers, the occasional announcement over the speakers about a sale on organic produce. I pushed the cart slowly down the fruit section, Hope perched in the child seat, her legs swinging happily as she pointed at everything that caught her eye. "Mama, look! The oranges are smiling!" she exclaimed, her little finger jabbing toward a pile of bright citrus.

I'm putting on sneakers so there is no need for change of shoes, folding the used clothes, I return them back inside Fur. " Oh yes, one more thing", I touched Fur, "I need a scarf please, a black one". It shimmered and shooked. Then it opened, picking up the scarf I wrapped it around my head like a turban, covering my nose with the end piece , I look like an Arabian in the desert. Should be enough disguise in case one of those spies Mr healer man says reports to that asshole 'kulmar', Standing up to approach the batender, he looks like catman a little bit human-like, two hands, two legs and so on.

“Ah, that would be to the right over here. Follow me, please.” As she led us through the store, I got the chance to gloss over more items. We passed by quite a few cribs and cradles, all of different sizes and shapes, and some cute, little plush toys stacked all together. One small toy caught my eye in particular—a wolf with dark, scraggly fur and big, intense, green eyes.

A rare gem that shouldn’t exist in this realm. Copper red fur is rare. The only other being who has a tinge of red fur is Britney O’Shea and that in itself makes her special. River Kincaid? She isn’t just special, she’s out of the ordinary.

"We will not be able to communicate while I am in my wolf form since you can't mindlink yet. Hold on tight." I nodded at the gardenia. There was a moment of silence, and then a warm snout nudged my shoulder. I turned and gaped, tilting my head upwards. A huge black wolf was staring at me with intelligent amber eyes. I felt a shiver run through me. "Whoa", I whispered. I'd never seen any wolf as big as he was. He easily topped me by a few inches and there was not a single speck of colour on his thick fur. He nudged me again. I reached out a hand and ran my fingers through soft fur.

Reluctantly, Ares dropped the chunk of fur into my palm. “What is it, then? If it isn’t black?” Cendres cocked his head at me. I grinned. “It’s sable.” “And?” Cendres was being even slower than usual. Everyone ignored him again. “Are you sure?” asked Ares, snatching the fur back from me. “Hold it up to the light. It’s got brown undertones.” “Can someone please explain what this means,” Cendres groaned. “I don’t get it.”

They looked at me like I was a convicted killer on death row—judgmental, disgusted, waiting for me to hang. I didn't get a chance to answer. Sal’s voice cut in from behind me: "Shut your mouths. Who gave you permission to talk? Get back to work." The men scattered, grumbling. "Cara." He stepped closer, voice soft, artificial. "I got you something. Put it on." He pulled a watch from his coat pocket. The lobby gasped. "Patek Philippe limited edition. Only three made in the world, snatched up by anonymous collectors."

"What color is your fur I'm touching?" "All of me is red." "A warm brown-red or an orange-red?" "A deep orange-red. My eyes are the same as Trax's just more vibrant." I was pressing the whole body into his fur. I gave a full-hearted laugh. "God I hate that you're mute. I love to hear you laugh but when I never see your mouth moving to the sounds I hear in my head it makes me want to hurt Carden." Fallon's head laid on top of mine as I pressed my body into his warm fur.