Toothless Tail Fins Novels & Stories

"How about you lay down and present me with your back?" Thail chuffs a response, and then he lies down in the snow like the good dragon I know he was. My eyes roam over him. He doesn't have ears, but he has horns on the side of his head, which are also gold, just like the top of his scaley frills at the back. As I walk closer to his back, I continue to assess him, and that's when I realize there is a brief "pause" in his scales. The area between his wings is free from them, almost as if he is meant to have a rider.

Water ran down his strong abs, catching the light. His lips were pressed together, his expression cold and distant. He looked unreal, like a beautiful man who had stepped out of a movie. Just looking at him felt worth the money. Then I glanced at the one lying in my apartment. He was painfully thin, skin stretched over bone. His spine jutted out so sharply it looked like it might tear through his skin. His scales were dull gray, without a hint of shine. A chunk of his tail fin had been brutally cut off. A fist-sized wound split open across his blue-purple tail, flesh exposed.

I only looked back up when I knew they were fully changed. Treddian was an enormous Golden Draygon. Beautiful and vibrant, his head sprouted two horns that bent slightly backward but ended with two extremely sharp-looking tips. His back was relatively free of spikes until the very tip of his tail held one deadly-looking spike. I couldn't remember seeing anything like that on Tohr and made a mental note to ask about it.

It was a relatively small creature, with matte, rough black skin. Its body was about the size of a large crow, and it had a thin, semi-transparent, veil-like tail that moved in a strange way—not so much fluttering as floating through the air, resembling fabric moving underwater. It had no wings, but strong, gripping limbs with curved claws, and that tail, which moved smoothly like a fish. Its face vaguely resembled a monkey’s, only far uglier, and when it opened its mouth predatorily, we could see multiple rows of sharp yellow teeth, from which came a nasty clicking sound.

he says. “Imagine yourself growing a tail, this part will hurt because your legs are fusing together. Imagine you having gills that help you breathe underwater and the you siren fangs come on its own,” Blake says to me. I imagine everything he said, my legs fusing together and becoming one big fish tail, a fluke.

“Are your toes webbed?” This is fucking amazing, Sandy! He speaks through the pack link, and Sean’s scale-covered muzzle is open in a wolfie grin and his tongue lolls. I grin back. “Try your tail. A fluke is easier to keep you moving in a straight line, but if it gives you trouble, I can switch it to a caudal style. Ready?” When I release him, Sean paddles hard with his feet, but as he learns to use the tail, the tight circles he was making around me widen and he moves faster, gliding with his head above the water.

I nuzzled it and cooed at the bright yellow animal with hints of scales on its body. “It’s a hippocampi,” Poseidon spoke loudly behind us, making me jump. Luci gripped me tightly. Clearing his throat, Poseidon stepped away, scratching his head. “Sorry, it’s a hippocampi. Half horse, with a siren tail. It couldn’t be any fish,” he hurried his words. “It had to be strong to be able to push through its hooves because streamlining is near impossible for this animal.” Posideon turned his back and hurried away.

One could imagine just how astonishing this fellow's strength was. Numerous moon-like blades appeared on the mountain-like back. They were just like crescent swords. They were extremely sharp and flickered with a shocking light. One could imagine just how frightening the might of this fellow's terrifying moon-like attack would be. The most amazing thing was the other party's tail, which was as dark as a long black whip. It was nearly ten meters long. As the other party waved it, it kept making crackling sounds. At the end of the long tail, there was a white bone claw. As the other party waved it, it could clearly catch any prey that the other party wanted to catch.

"All tools are Tink's tools." Mike's heart raced. The thought of this angry little creature attacking him was simply too much. Still, he couldn't help but stare at her body. Wide set hips accentuated by small breasts, and the side of her makeshift dress had a split up the side, revealing just the edge of her bony hip and the movement of a thin tail with hair at the end. Her ears were wide and pointy, and a tiny nose made her big mouth look even larger. He had no idea what he was looking at.

Although Faleece was possessive and jealous, I didn’t expect her to be so violent. I almost lunged forward again, until I felt something behind me lengthening. My tailbone was now lengthening into my tail. The coccyx of my spine shot out of my back, covered in flesh and fur, forming a tail that curled ever so gently around one of the letter openers that was on the desk. My tail put the tip against Nina's throat.