Sonic Prime Mangey Tails Novels & Stories

This odd power up cleared the smoke and I finally got to see the result of my attack. “Holy shit… No way…” Kane was one hundred percent right. Nine tailed foxes can use all elements of the other tribes. “Whoa!! Look at me!! I’m hot stuff now!! Wow this feels good! Whoooo!” As she took the time to shout and praise herself, my mouth was hung open in disbelief. Her purple shiny fur was now a fiery orange and white. Her fur moved and danced like flames as her nine tails swayed on their own, like fire licking the air for oxygen. My attack didn’t even leave a mark, not to mention giving her new powers to use. She continued to admire her new look for a moment or two. She then fixed her determined e

My hair turns a silver-white shade like the moon as fox ears, and nine tails pop on my head and back. I was ignoring all the stares and surprised looks from the crowd. The feral made a screeching howling. He came charging me full speed as I extended my hand and blasted my black-blue fox fire at him. He starts to screech in agony and pain. His whole body starts to melt; he reaches for me with little strength, still wanting to kill me, but before he can do that. His entire body then turned into ash. I let the magic go, and my appearance and the magic barrier dispel.

As soon as Tail saw Ada, Tail ran towards Ada. Ada's eyes turned scarlet immediately. She pulled Tail into her arms. "You have scared me! Where did you go? Ice cream? I don't want to eat ice cream! If you got lost, how could I face your mother?" Noticing that Ada was so worried about her, Tail lowered her head in guilt. Tail said slightly, "I'm sorry that I made you worried. I just went to buy two boxes of ice cream. I won't run around anymore." Ada sniffed, let go of Tail, and threatened, "If you run around again, I will tie you with a rope!"

He says looking through the cabinets, “on top the fridge! Cat treats are there too.” Manuel grabs some decent size milk bones and hold them up, “sit.” They dogs sit, smirking he hands them to the two good boys. Shaking the container of treats all the cats come running over. All five more up at him, Quinn fluffs her tail like a feather duster, her brown fur with white strips and having white eyeliner pattern around her eyes. Dutch the black male screeches, standing on his back legs. The two white Siamese boys meow but no sound comes out, they both had stub tails, Ching had his stubby tail abs Taz had his stubby tail was curled like a pigs tail.

Then there is the matter of that cat tail, slowly, but rhythmically thumping on the lounge chair. What is with these cat costumes? He cannot help but think of his daughter’s pussy, her tight wet hole is shaved bare too. And her tail, which is pink like her hair, compared to Joyce’s which is black. This is all just driving the man wild and before he knows it, he is staring at Joyce, cock starting to grow. Then his heart stops when she calls him over.

Eight babies is alot to manage when you only have two arms, two wings, two legs, and a single tail. Primus chuckles silently, his eyes dancing in the dim blue light as he watches me try to embrace them all. Eventually, he takes pity on me and begins hefting the younglings one at a time, placing one on his shoulders and one on each hip, leaving five of our little terrors to pull on my limbs and clothing. One of the little ones, with pale skin and eyes as dark as coal, swings from my tail. Thalan picks him up and asks, "Do any of them have names yet? Primus didn't know."

Twisting as she flies, clawing at one target, then breathing fire at another before sending two more fireballs at the last remaining targets, headshots. When she lands in the centre of the area, she suddenly feels a bit too short. Like she was just a few inches shorter. Callie looks at herself and Eliza gasps, she was maybe five-feet tall, and the same sort of length, but her tail went on for miles. Well, seven and a bit feet, but still. She fluffs it out a bit, it’s almost exactly like a peacock’s tail, with the eyes and everything, just in shades of red, orange, yellow and gold. She smiles inwardly,

His hand slid down, cupping the heavy belly, then lower, stroking Alex’s leaking cock through the fabric. “You’ve been so good,” Prime whispered, lips brushing Alex’s ear. “Carrying our legacy. Letting me rule. Letting him kneel. But I know you need more. The mutation demands it. The child demands it.” He pushed Alex against the table, bending him over the polished wood. Alex’s swollen belly pressed against the surface as Prime yanked his trousers down. No prep. No warning. Prime thrust in deep—thick, ridged, claiming with brutal precision. Alex cried out, pushing back despite himself, the child kicking in rhythm with every savage stroke.