6 fat fur twitteratures

Lovely fat fur twitterature posted using postybirb 1 reogold shied away glancing at the tubby pronghorn on the train he was sitting across from. in his mind he thought of running his paws up and down the chubby belly. the hugs.

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The Art of Caring for Horns

Tobias knew that his father had a tendency to ramble on and reminisce, which always bemused the young pronghorn.

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Couldn't Keep his Mouth Shut

As he awaited the physician, the pronghorn fiddled with his broken horn, partly out of impatience, but mostly out of comfort.

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A Breaking of Brothers

The young pronghorn was quite well-versed in the texts, and also possessing a gentle demeanour worthy of god's teachings.

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Tobias: A Vignette From Long Ago

The pronghorn exhaled sharply at this, grimacing. did it matter, after all?

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The Art of Caring for Horns

Tobias knew that his father had a tendency to ramble on and reminisce, which always bemused the young pronghorn.

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The Rabies Ward

The skull looked to be that of a raccoon or a skunk, though with almost pronghorn like horns coming from the sides.

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Chronicles of Nahia - Part 2

Dagda and cael had barely covered any distance when two guardsmen, a tall, lanky young pronghorn and a grizzled, grey-muzzled stallion stopped them in their tracks.

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Just Stories

Tobias sat at his mother's knee with wide eyes as she told him tales about ages long past, days when spirits both good and evil roamed the earth. To him, they were just stories, but they were entrancing and enrapturing, and he held onto each word with...

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A Taste of Her Own Medicine

In alarm, the good doctor spun around, and looked up into the beatific smile of a tobias severna, her once obnoxious pronghorn patient she had come to grow fond of...and down unto his...rather healthy, if not majestic, 'horn'. ----------------------

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Jaguar Feathers

Quail families with their lines of children in tow, a scattered few horsefolk in little groups, as well as hundreds of pronghorn and whitetail headed to their own churches.

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The Lead Crown: Ch 6b, The Brightest Blossom (Pt 4)

The pronghorn shook his head, "you are good people... besides, i am under the protection of the university.

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