Tiger X Bunny Novels & Stories

He knelt as he removed the backpack from his back and raised with both hands. "Let me explain it in full details for you. This bag is a high class space tech product of the VX company; the VX424 edition. It has a spatial dimension of breadth of four metres; height of two metres and length of four metres. Impressive right? But that's not all....." *bang* A gun resounded from afar. Jim saw the tiger dodge the bullet that went straight for its face. Or rather, he saw a blurry movement and when he could see the tiger properly again, it was still fine, save for the angry look on its face.

"Marilyn!! Run!! Can you hear me , fucking run damn it !!" I heard Xavier cursing and brought back to my scenes, with my trembling legs I tried to run to the door but it was late .... too late , the bunny was already in my room... He was still wearing that weird and scary bunny mask but this time instead of a knife there was something else in his hands which made me understand his evil motives .... he was having a large dildo (adults s*x toy ) and a bunch of c*nd*ms .... I felt sick and horrified, just what is this person planning to do with me??!! And why!??

Gripping his rifle two-handed now, Pink Bunny screeches: “BOY CUFFS HIMSELF TO GIRL.” “So kinky.” Big Jim’s hands skim his jacket. “Then what?” “BOY AND GIRL COME WITH US,” Angry Fox jabs his weapon in Trent’s direction. Trent pops the cuffs open, running his fingers along the fur. The material probably reminds him of his dearly departed jacket. We hope he’s thinking something comforting like that, because if he freaks out, either the severely irate Fox or the panicky Bunny will give him a hot-lead facelift.

“I don’t know if Roman’s talked to you about this, but there are some local legends in the parks—about what the people here call ‘ghost tigers’. There have been some sightings, and that means sometimes there are poachers. Texans with guns, looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. So we’ll need to be careful when we run.” “I see. And those ghost tigers?” “Are usually us,” Jackson confirmed quietly. Lana nodded as she sat back in her chair, the shifter-sensitive part of their conversation presumably over. She couldn’t help but let her gaze pass over his body, taking in how incredibly chiseled his features were, the heavy brow that only helped accent his eyes. Lana realized she was chewing ne

Wyatt glared at Moses. "Oh, what..." out of habit, Moses tried to get close to Wyatt, but seeing the tiger crouching, he distanced himself from Wyatt. He felt ashamed. TJ has his Siberian Huskies and other dogs who listen to his every command and Wyatt has a frigging Bengal Tiger to listen to his commands, while his African Rock Python tries to kill him! Was it because of the crack he accidentally swallowed? Eek! "What made you think I want something? Can't I be here to see my old friend?" Moses smiled showing his yellowed teeth. "How is your business going?"

Tigger lifted its head and suddenly felt majestic. “Attack level one, combat power level one, reaction speed level one. I’m a smart tiger and I won’t follow you home!” Tigger hated this woman. Molly smiled with satisfaction on the side. “The tiger I designed isn’t just to look and act cute. If it doesn’t have some combat power, how can it be the king of the forest?” Xandria was surprised as she looked at Molly. “You designed it?” She suddenly remembered that when she was downstairs, Floyd introduced this woman as a famous world-class scientist.

I can’t stop smiling. “Do you like it?” Tiger puts his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. “That’s beautiful. Let’s live here forever.” I hear him chuckle, “We can stay if you want. But the boss won’t be happy to lose us.” I laugh, “He’ll come looking for us here. I know he’s capable of doing it.” I see him pack his bag with water bottles, his camera, and a map. He changes his jeans to comfortable shorts and puts on sneakers. I do the same, and we both head outside, where two bicycles are waiting for us against tree trunks.

But he also knew that it was a time for growth and connection, a time to strengthen the bonds between his wolves and reaffirm their commitment to each other. With a deep breath, the Alpha King raised his head and let out a long, piercing howl. It was a signal to his pack that the moon event had officially begun, and a reminder that they were all in this together. And with that, the festivities commenced, as the wolves of the pack mingled, danced, and bonded under the bright, shining moon.

Breasts of varying appearances dangle in front of my face, cushioning the back of my head. Large and bulbous, small and perky, double D cups, tiny dark nipples, large pink nipples. My harem has it all. “You seem so tense, Master..” Lily, number 8 of my harem, whispers, biting the side of my neck slightly. “I am fucking tense.” I grumble. “We'll fix that,” My number 5 says, an exotic beauty with shining bronze skin, and a sinfully curvy and soft ass, “We always do.”