Tails Puppet Novels & Stories

He was being pampered after years of being treated like shit and he unconsciously adored it. As soon as Xcott removed his fingers, Leroy's eyes closed and he turned into Xcott's chest and went to sleep. Despite his aching cock, Xcott felt unexpectedly content. Apparently the Albaza instinct to provide for their soulmate was more deeply ingrained than he realized. His jaw tightened. “He is not my soulmate; he is my slave son. The first male toy.” he had to say it out loud to convince himself.

She raised her hand, murmuring a few words under her breath, and the magical bubble flickered before disappearing completely. The moment the barrier vanished, Keilah bolted forward with a speed that left me momentarily stunned. She sprinted straight to a nearby tree, wrapping her arms around its thick trunk as if it were her lifeline. Her fingers dug into the bark, and with a determined grunt, she bent down, straining to pull it up by its roots.

However, Tail looked at him like she saw a monster with jaws wide open. And this monster had sharp teeth and a fierce appearance! A few seconds later, Tail, who had been trembling with fear, suddenly erupted. "I don't want you to hold me! Mama, Uncle Jack, where are you?" Tail lifted one of her legs and climbed onto the rail at the edge of the bed. She held her breath and was about to jump down by herself. In her clear eyes, tears welled up like a breached dam, cascading down her fair and tender cheeks.

Toddleboar seemed like a nice troll and could communicate well with the students. Her teaching was sound and I found myself flowing in the topic she prepared for the day. "Psst Nyx" Narin tapped me and I shot her a glare. "You are distracting Narin, I need to focus on the lesson" I returned but she was not giving up. She kept shaking me until I gave her my full attention, "What do you say we create one of Ms Toddleboar's shoes for our pretty Penelope over there" Narin pointed at Penelope who was in a corner of the class glaring at me.

Tahr Her expression changes from delighted to worried and I wish more than anything that we could truly communicate. "Come on, it's time we return. I will pick you up in my talons and carry you back." She adamantly shakes her head no and begins walking back to the castle. It's my turn to roll my eyes in exasperation. "Stubborn human," I mumble under my breath. I could shift and carry her anyway, but for some crazy reason I decide to give in. I walk beside her until we reach my tower. Her neck stretches back as she gazes up to the top. I can't help but notice her irritation when she realizes I'll be carrying her anyway. I bite my lip to keep from grinning. Pepper huffs, which is absolutely ad

A bell was rung that instant and a man unclad in the upper part of his chest, walked in tugging a chain. “No way!”, Dragomir said through clenched teeth. The large head of a dragon shot out through the curtains behind the stage, it was black and huge. Spikes on the head. It's powerful forelegs and webbed toes revealed long sharp claws that shot out first. “Wow!”, Raisel’s mouth hung open. The entire gathering mirrored her exact expression except of course Dragomir. He sat back and stared at the dragon as it moved about, it was almost like it was on a runway. It was big definitely but Dragomir could swear on anything that it wasn’t a real dragon.

Layla said as she took the little tiger. "Put it down, Layla!" Hayden frowned. "I don't want his gift!" Layla pouted. "Suit yourself! If you don't want this cute little tiger, I'll take it!" She had already found the robot's power button and pressed it. "Good evening, Master! I'm Tiggie, the tiger who knows all! Ask me a question!" Layla asked, "Tiggie, Tiggie! My brother doesn't want you. What are you going to do about that?"

With happiness. He was making a move! He was finally making a move! Her legs wobbled at that touch on her laps, she was starting to lose balance. He slightly and slowly used his finger tips to raise her nightwear up so he could feel her bare skin but the cloth kept coming back, so he ripped it off. She let out a chuckle as she felt him rip the down part of her clothes. He was ready. And so was she. She liked the nudeness she felt downwards of her. This was progress!

Talia braced her boot on the rail, hauled the crib up, and found a baby wedged in the slats, red-faced and fighting. But the oily goo had seen the same target. It wasn’t just spreading anymore; it was reaching—thin ropes climbing the crib legs, sneaking toward tiny kicking feet. "No time," Kaela pressed. "Move, Talia!" Talia slid her dagger under the slats, popped the catch, and freed the baby’s ankle. The black sheen hissed and recoiled, then snapped forward again, faster, hunting her boots now. It touched leather and went icy-cold, biting. A band cinched around her left foot, tightening hard enough to numb her toes.

Tina asked. “Why, yes,” Tenniel said. “Would you like to meet them? I mean, really meet them?” No! Tina screamed in her mind. I want to get out of here; I want to get far away from these lunatics and their crazy obsessions. I want to get out of this crazy wonderland of killer dolls and puppet-people and back into a world that was crazy, sure, but made more sense than this... “Yes.” Tina found herself replying. Tenniel clapped his hands again, and two small figures appeared, one in each wing of the stage. They tottered forward awkwardly, trying to steady on legs that weren't actually made for ambulation, not properly jointed.