Toy Foxy Novels & Stories

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

It took me a few days before she agreed to meet me. While her fox fae prepared lunch, she whispered, “So? How’s yours? Is he good in bed?” “…I’ve not tried that.” “What?! Don’t be shy! They’re literally like toys made for our pleasure. You don’t need to feel guilty about anything!” Right as she said that, her fox fae silently appeared behind us, eyes shimmering, lashes wet. His lips trembled as he said, “Master… am I only a toy to you?”

If Ash Winters were an animal, he'd be a feral fox — wild, cunning and fucking mischievous. “When I become heir to the house, you'd be my bodyguard because woof! You're one skilled fighter.” He stood to his feet and casually walked towards me like he felt no pain surging through his body, like all the while his body was thrown against the ground and wall, it excited him.