Snuggles Struggles Novels & Stories

She quickly ran over to Serenity. “Aunt Ser, I wanna hug too.” “Alright, up we go, Jiggy.” Serenity freed a hand to pick up her niece. “Lil’ Pie’s sleeping.” “That’s right, she’s asleep. What about you, Jiggy? Are you sleepy? Shall I take you back for a nap?” However, Jiggy looked toward Sonny, who was still swimming in the stream, and refused, “Aunt Ser, I want Sonny.”

Always ready with a hug when he thinks I need it. Lug Nut is just a good guy who gives off a calming vibe. And is very playful. Always cracking jokes and goofing around when he can. Then there are the few that think I don ‘t belong there. That I should never have been rescued in the first place. The club bunnies aren’t nice to me at all. I don’t have a clue why. Merigold tells me to just ignore them and if I have any problems with them to let her know. But I don’t want to risk my place here until I stand on my own so I never tell how mean they are or how a few have hit me. Shoved me. And the constant name calling. I can deal with it. It is just words. I know who I am. I don’t have anything

I say, wanting to somehow get out of this embarrassing situation with some semblance of propriety. He lowers his wing, curving his neck around me. I know from experience that this is his way of hugging me. I don’t hesitate, I hug him back, leaning into him. Snow is my friend and he’s a male, an adolescent or young adult male. I need to be more conscientious of that. “Thanks for not making it weird,” I say, kissing his snout before climbing up on his wing.

My insides almost unable to accommodate his width. "Aaaggggh." The cry of pain doesn't stop him. Once in to the hilt, he jerks my head by my hair; my shoulders ache from the strain and crying out again only encourages him. "Too much?" he taunts. I shake my head, but he can't see the movement. "Answer me, Shelby. Is it too much?"

A few small and shabby homes stood out here along the dense and forested border of our – Harrison's – territory. In the distance, I heard a cry. It was sharp, fearful. I took off at a sprint and rounded the corner just in time to see a rogue holding a struggling cub by the scruff. The child kicked and scratched, trying to break free, but the Rogue grinned maliciously at him. My feet moved instinctually, and from my throat issued a deep, booming growl. A warning. The Rogue flinched and whipped around, but it was too late, I was feet away. I had launched myself into the air. The Rogue dropped the child to brace itself, and the two of us went tumbling into the dirt.

"She's showing us what we were meant to be. Before the original families. Before the barriers." The truth hit me like a lightning bolt. We hadn't just broken chains of control – we'd broken the cage itself. And now we had to figure out if that was the biggest mistake in history or exactly what needed to happen. "Fun fact," Violet said suddenly, in her normal toddler voice. "They're not bad, Mommy. Just lost. Like Mr. Snuggles when he fell behind the couch." Mr. Snuggles was her favorite teddy bear, and comparing eldritch horrors to him was so absurdly normal that I almost missed the implications of what she was saying.

he said, his voice barely a whisper. “And what does Mr. Snuggles like to do?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. He giggled, a sweet, tinkling sound that filled the air. “He likes to play hide-and-seek with me,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I bet he does,” I said, my heart warming at his playful nature. “And what do you like to do?” He looked at me, his blue eyes filled with a depth that surprised me. “I like to learn things,” he said, his voice serious. "And I like to help people."

"What happened, baby? Who's bullying you?" Evelyn pointed a trembling finger toward my mother and me—both of us filthy, bruised, and barely standing. "It's them! Those two broke-asses came in to stir up trouble. They tried to scam a free treatment, and when I caught them, they pretended to be sick—and then tried to hit me!" At that moment, covered in grime and blood, my mother unconscious beside me, Stellan didn't even recognize us. He listened to Evelyn's words, and his expression darkened in an instant.

Rosy loved them. "What?" Violet barked. Snoopy's eyes widened, realising he had spoken loudly. He covered his mouth, panicking from inside. Her face flushed with embarrassment and fury. "I..I was...." Snoopy fumbled, not sure how to explain it. His chin wobbled as he continued, "I broke my claws, scratched my knees digging you a grave, and you want to fit me in it? That's cruel. I am so unloved." Snoopy skipped out of the room, wailing.

Runo gently asked Darenn, making the brat cry even more and pounce himself on Runo, embracing her tightly. Oh no! Our baby might get squished! "Hey, Darenn! Not too tight!" I said as I tried to pull Darenn away from Runo, but he quickly bit my hand, making it bleed. "Ouch!" I complained, but the brat stuck his tongue out while Runo laughed at me. "Hahaha, just ignore him, my Sir Darenn. It's been a long time since our last buggy, right? So can you give me another tight huggy?" Runo cutely said to the child, who wrapped his arms around her neck again, and they hugged each other tightly.