Will They Ever Learn? Part 1 (First story ever!!! :D )

A small anthro 'roo, about 18 years old, is standing nervously a few metres away "fine." i reply wearily, i haven't slept for four days. stretching once i follow the 'roo to where the council is meeting.

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Zoan - Part one - Chapter 1 and chapter 2

Scorpion, a small anthro black dragon said as he stumbled across a small tomb. in the tomb was just one room, it containing a sarcophogus, and a lone pedistal, laying on it on its own little stand was a katana.

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Pet Store Changes

Thomas blinked in confusion as he stood up and walked out with the dog and gasped as he saw a community of small anthro animals walking around and talking to one another, thomas gaped at them all as he noticed a small note on the counter.

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Can't Hold Us

Giving that knob a dozen more twists and stepping on the pump slowly, watching the black tube transform into a giant hot-air balloon that loomed over the small anthro.

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Chapter 31: A Helping Hand

There, in the path, sat a small anthro squirrel. "thomas?" spyro asked, approaching the creature. "huh, what?" he popped up, obviously sleeping. "what is with this guy..." tom said in a gruff voice.

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Strength of a New Guardian

The small anthropomorphic deer softly stretches as he shuffles the blankets off him. reaching toward the nightstand, he finds his glasses aren't there. _"oh... where did i put my glasses, again?"_ a gentle tapping alerts him to the window.

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Hot Air Balloon Act 2

Puffkissing his small anthro form into a spherical house, attempting to once again transfer at least some of that strange substance from his belly into the latex one! hearing him 'mmmph~' a little bit as jinx was inflated larger and larger!

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The Final Anomaly 2 - Riptor's Plan

Skyfang soon overtook her little brother, the small anthro hammering his legs into the golden sands trying his hardest with a forceful screech as the sword in its scabbard jangled by his hip, closely attached with vines against his grass-woven kilt.

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