Mangle Toy Foxy Novels & Stories

POV Wolf I could tell that Ruby was annoyed about me buying the dresses and crashing their shopping trip but I didn't care. I realized after lunch that Foxy wouldn't have the money to buy a dress at the stores that Cassy and Scarlett would shop at and I wasn't about to let her go without or be embarrassed. I wasn't expecting Ruby to understand or realize that Foxy wouldn't be able to afford the dress though. It made me like her more but I also needed her to understand that I take care of my people. Foxy is a member of my gang and my friend, it's my job to take care of her, not Ruby's. I really wasn't planning on buying Ruby's dress or Cassy's but since she pushed the issue, I decided to prov

he leans in to whisper in hot words "you taste better than any fu*king fantasy " T.B.C

A smile creeps into my lips when I saw my stubborn friend took her seat unwillingly with a scowl on her face. So there's someone who can tame this tigress. "Going back. We need to mask her 'scent' for these creatures." He said while putting much emphasis on the word "scent" as he glances sideways towards Sassy. "Why? They seem friendly to other fantasians." I asked, remembering how Jada, a fooleys living in the palace treats me. Fooleys are large creatures, can be passed being called a giant, with red skin and a horn between their forehead. Their sharp fangs were showing and their ears are like that of an elephant.

My wolf moves around inside me itching to get out. They begin to run like they’re running for their lives. I chuckle. Roxy turns and smiles. “Eager as beavers, right?” I nod as I go to the front of the property where there are spare coats hanging and grab her an orange puffa with a faux fur trimmed hood.

I guess he understood how much I wanted to be part of the world that I’ve missed out on for slightly over two months. Andy’s house came into view and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread itself on my lips. It was just like I left it. A green loan guarded by a short fence decorated by shrubs and flowers. Beautiful and comfortable patio littered with comfy chairs and play-sets that Hazel plays with. One could easily identify which item belonged to which person in this household. This was due to the fact that Foxy colour coded it all according to each of their colour scheme preferences. I found that adorable and convenient.

Shanoa added. “That’s great! I’m so excited.” Zariyah exclaimed, she was thrilled. They all gathered and they quickly finished all the things they wanted. “Do you still want to add something? Let’s add it right away,” Mavis asked them but Fauzia was the only one who wants to add more. She lightly raised her hand at her. “I want a Rilakkuma stuffed toy please.” She took the ballpen Mavis’ hand to write on it. Lumiere looked at her flatly. “Come on, Fou, you have like hundreds of toys in your room. Austin already gave you a lifetime toys.” She shook her head.

Second try: the stuffed toy fell but it didn't fall completely on the ground where a net is waiting for it to catch. "Come on, Michael. You can do it." Freya cheered me on and I just smiled at her, and then I focused on aiming at the stuffed toy. I counted from one to ten and then slowly pulled the trigger of the fake gun. I couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Freya when the SpongeBob SquarePants stuffed toy finally fell off the shelf.

the green-eyed kid prompted “she’s going to be on the assassination Mission with me.” “You better believe it” Fox replied and stuck her tongue out at the kid, who did the same back “don’t fall for his sweet looks, No Name. Stripes is a ferocious monster.” I only giggled as Fox leant around me to tickle Stripes, who squealed out in delight and tried to squirm away. “See? Ferocious!” Fox giggled as she wrapped her arm around me and pulled me closer to her.

The rogues were laughing with glee and were about to shout out and rejoice when suddenly their jaws dropped open. One by one the bones started rearranging themselves and the torn flesh slowly covered up the wound as if it was folding over itself. Within a few seconds the Fox King was brand new as if nothing had happened. Not even a spec of blood. As he slowly turned towards the rogue ones , his eyes began to blaze.

Right now, those orbs are big and shiny with an equal proportion of glee and greed. “Really? You’ll get me three new ones? From Gucci?” “I swear on…” I look around, my gaze latching on the ugliest stuffed toy I’ve ever seen. My nose wrinkles in surprise. I have honestly never set eyes on a stuffed animal this ugly; “Is that… a mangled Winnie the Pooh?” “Yeah.” “Fine. I swear on his life.” “He’s not alive, girl.” Zeya feels the need to point out. I shrug. “I swear on him regardless.”