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E-Venn Now
Maggie sat up on her bed as her husband of 28 years came in with a tray. The smell of fresh biscuits, scrambled eggs, ham, and coffee greeted her as John said, “Happy birthday, Honey.”
“Why do I never hear you get up when you do this?” she asked as he brought the tray to her.
“Because you’re too tired from staying up so late, and you’re not used to getting up in the morning anymore,” he responded as he sat the tray in front of her. Pulling the pillow from his side of the bed he tucked it in behind her, giving her a quick kiss before leaving her to her breakfast.
She smiled, but wondered how they had gotten to this point. The kids were gone – the last one was finishing up her third year at university. They should be looking at retirement. But the years hadn’t been as kind as they should have been.
The morning’s little gesture of his was nice when it happened, but they were rare, and he never seemed to think of anything be
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Lonely Larry and the Earworm
Larry crossed back into North Carolina for the umpteenth time, the view of the Smoky Mountains sprawled out before him lightly shrouded in their characteristic mist. The Appalachian Trail, or “AT” had wandered back and forth between the two states here for most of the border adjacent to Tennessee. In the more than three months since he had left Mount Katahdin in Maine he had covered better than three quarters of the trail towards Springer Mountain in Georgia. To hike the entire AT in one trip had been a personal goal for years, and he had planned and re-planned it before collecting the permits needed for use of the shelters for this year, using different names.
Part of the reason for the trip was to escape the debts he had racked up. His thoughts were that no one would bother coming after him because individually they were all small and spread out, and the hike would put him off the grid for a good four months. He would change his name and start over again in the South, avo
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You! Get! My! Powers!
“Our contestant today considers herself to be a self-made woman, presently making her own way through the corporate jungle.”
“Right you are, Draco! Valerie Kingston maintains this modest but modern apartment you see here, routinely volunteers her time with local community service projects, and makes it to the gym five times a week! Just this morning she was working with a local school’s Adopt-A-Highway program with the kids, picking up trash, cigarette butts, and making the world a better place! Sweaty and dirty work, but thank goodness someone like her cares enough to try!”
“That’s true, Genie. But she picked up a bonus this morning, didn’t she? Because while working through all of that, she found our bottle! She took it home and cleaned it up.”
“You betcha! And what an unusual bottle it is! A beautiful blue-green conical shape with gold highlights and intricate curlicues of ancient arabesque detailing, hidden from mankind fo
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Brother Wolf
“Come on, Otis! It’s not that far!”
Otis looked at the lonely, tree-filled island out in the middle of the placid lake. It was about a half-mile from shore, maybe a little less. “I can swim it, Keith. But I don’t think you can!” Otis finished with a splash as he ran into the water, starting the race.
The two fraternal twins were evenly matched despite their different looks, taking long strokes across the still water. Keith with his taller, skinny frame and blond hair, Otis being a little shorter, rounder, and dark haired. They were sharing a remote cabin with their parents for the week, in the middle of their move across the states from the West coast to the East. “A week of complete disconnection,” what was their father had said, and it truly was. The only electricity the little cabin had was from a generator. A pump brought water from the lake up to the kitchen, and the stove was propane.
The swim-turned-race took more out of them than
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Bus Trip
Ricky looked for the bus number that matched his ticket. The Chicago bus terminal was huge, and made no sense to him. Not that even being here made much sense. Only 30 minutes ago he was on the Navy Pier and finally made up his mind he was going to leave this place. Decisions like that were hard. It had taken him over a month to finally make up his mind to leave, so he didn’t want to extend his stay any longer by missing the bus out of here. He could afford a ticket as far as Seattle, so he had bought a ticket to Seattle. He couldn’t explain why it seemed like the thing to do, but it was done. That didn’t leave him with much cash but he’d figure something out once he got there in a couple of days. He usually did.
Finally finding the express he was looking for he climbed aboard and showed his ticket to the driver, who glanced at it and him, and checked him off the electronic list.
“Wi-Fi’s out,” the driver said to him.  Of course it was.
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Werewolf Rescue
Agnes pulled out the old, worn Florida Atlas and Gazetteer. She wasn’t about to start using a GPS or anything like that. Flying in a plane with someone else in control was stressful enough, and Florida drivers? This trip already had her so stressed out she was ready to bite someone’s head off if they crossed her the wrong way. A little searching and she found Wolf Creek. She grimaced to herself; werewolves and their proclivity for obvious references. Highway 520 should take her there. The old ways worked fine if the roads weren't too new. However, when she came to the intersection she was glad for the lonely street sign that was present: 520 was barely a two-lane road that she turned onto.
There was a large farmhouse not far from where the road crossed Wolf Creek. At least she presumed the little depression was the creek she had been looking for. An inquiry at the house affirmed her reasoning - they directed her to Deer Park Road. Her potential beneficiary, Antonio Vilkolak
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Bert's Silence
Bert was silent as he drove his new ’33 Ford with its V8 engine down the dirt road in the bayous of Louisiana, headlights shining through the dark under the silvery Spanish moss hanging from the cypress trees, body lying in the trunk, over a thousand dollars sitting under the seat. It wasn’t just a name that was given to him: Silent Bert was an apt description of the large, grim man in the well-tailored suit, carrying out his job with no sound or trace of the deed. He carried a gun – he wasn’t a fool, working in this business – but it wasn’t his tool of choice. Most of those who needed silencing never heard him coming, fewer still heard anything as he did his work, and none were heard from when he was done.
However, he was silent tonight for a different reason. He didn’t give much thought to his victims; it wasn’t part of the job, wasn’t part of who he was. This one had been different. The old, frail, man with a limp had known he wa
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The Tholins of Teharonhiawako
She awoke in her quarters, an intravenous tube in her arm, a thin white gown covering her under the sheets that barely kept the cold air off of her, and the small area around her large bed enclosed with an almost clear plastic sheeting. With a slight cough, she looked from the tube to her thin hands with their delicate fingers, her nails smooth and short, and felt the restraint that held her loosely to the bed. The plastic enclosure with its concave sides, held a slight negative pressure from the rest of the ship, making her confinement seem even more restricted within the already tiny room. Looking more closely at the restraints, the fastenings were simple to undo. She started to work on removing one when the door to her room slid open.
“My apologies for not being present when you first woke,” said the tall, green-scaled lizard-like creature entering the room. He was dressed in white scrubs, booties, gloves on all four hands, and a matching mask covering his short muzzle.
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Transformation Preparation
Transformation Station – Chapter 2: Transformation Preparation
Tim huffed as he ran through the woods, his breath making a series of little clouds in the cold air, the bare branches of the trees above him like a mesh against the overcast sky, the thin snow on the path even colder on his feet. “Oh, crap,” he thought, “she’s disappeared again! That means at any moment…”
“Hai!” Sarah dropped out of a tree in front of him, causing him to jump, trip, and fall on the snow-covered ground. “Hast mich nicht gesehen, Padawan? (Didn't see me, did you, Padawan?)” She offered her hand to help him get up.
“This is not what I signed up for!” Tim managed to blurt out as he fought to catch his breath. Sarah’s training program was worse than any school he had ever attended. He ignored the offered hand.
“It’s all part of the balance of your physical and mental abilities. We don’t know what can come at us
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Visitor in Blue
Nafster had looked forward to a quiet day at home, a book he had wanted to read for a long time. The anthro snow leopard in his signature hoodie settled into his comfy armchair, a large mug of hot cocoa sitting on the side table, the lamp shining on the book as he brought it to his lap.
He hesitated opening the book, thinking. His computer was off. His phone was off. He had double-checked the stove after making his cocoa to be certain it was off.
“Ding, dong,” the doorbell announced the predictable interruption.
Perhaps he could just ignore it? 30 seconds passed, and the doorbell rang again.
No. Whatever it was, it could wait. No one had called, no one was expected, and nothing was scheduled to be delivered. If it was important enough it could wait, and he could get to it later.
Another 30 seconds, and again the doorbell rang.
Nafster sighed. Whoever it was, they were persistent. He waited a little longer, before finally opening the book in his hands.
“Ding-dong, ding
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Transformation Station
Tim was heading towards a hostel in Munich, waiting for the train to arrive at the Kaiserslautern station. Frederic, his friend, seemed more nervous for him than he did. This was the end of the trip for them traveling together. Thanks to his friend’s extended family, Tim's first month back in Germany had been great, traveling through several cities, from Rostock to Berlin, to Frankfurt, and now to Kaiserslautern. He was already very glad he was moving here permanently from South Africa. However, Frederic was concerned because after this, Tim was going to be on his own.
Tim had been out of the country for over ten years. Now that he was back he wanted to see as much of Germany as he could, as well as trying the different foods available, like Döner Kebab (which tasted better here). He loved how each town had their own bakery with a treat unique to that town. But when he found potato chips in the station that claimed to have a flavor from Africa, it seemed like he was almost r
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Alien Experience
Ok. This is LM, er, Liam McKenzie registering my I-Mind on October 1st, 2048. Everyone calls me LM. Well, I would be registering the dumb thing if my car’s computer was on line. But it isn’t so tough apples, Apple. This thing is so small, I probably placed it too far inside my ear. Runs off of body heat or something, and somehow relays what’s on the mind to the linked computer. Don’t know how it works, but it comes in handy for statements.
I’m a public eye. That’s a free-lance cop, if you haven’t been paying attention for the last 20 years. At 7 feet 2 inches, I have a hard enough time not attracting attention, without all these gadgets they require me to use now. I watch for crimes, record them, and bring in the culprit. It’s not a glamour job, but it pays the bills, most of the time. And your average joe won’t mess with someone my size. The guy last night wasn’t average. Took me three hours to catch him, then another two to
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Mansion of Cursed Hollow
Mansion of Cursed Hollow
Walking across campus behind Josie, Vanessa dragged her feet. The Goth girl had reluctantly agreed to join Josie in setting up the rich frat's party, only because she needed the money. The frat was also paying for her gas to drive Josie and three other students to the distant location to set up the decorations for their “Mansion of Cursed Hollow Halloween Party”.
Josie had explained Cursed Hollow as a dead-end valley up in the mountains, and the mansion was a large private hunting lodge from the 1800's.  How the frat was able to use it for their party, she didn't know, but it was rumored to be haunted. Josie was a free-spirited Environmental Science major who was also Vanessa's roommate at college.
Vanessa had to admit she didn’t hate Josie, despite the way she traipsed around campus barefoot and expressed such strong support for all environmental causes and everything green. She had expected Josie would have a fit over Vanessa driving he
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Fine-Tuning at the Field Days
June 17, 1967
As they pulled up they could read the banner in front of the firehouse which read “Deerfield Volunteer Fireman’s Field Days ‘67” in large letters, followed by “June 16 – 18” and “Hawkman’s Rides” in smaller font. In still smaller letters read: “See Deerfield’s all new Tanker # 807 on display!”
A volunteer fireman directed the blue ’65 Chevelle 4-door wagon to the flat field behind the firehouse. The field had been brush-cut from the firehouse to the trees by the creek and from the road to the hill for use as the parking lot since the rides and carnival tents were set up in the regular parking lot around the building.
“Ok kids, stay together. I’m going to be working at the chicken barbeque if you need me for something. You all have your tickets?”
“Yes Mrs. Thompson,” ten year old Tommy spoke up from the backseat. The same age as Sharon, Mrs. Thompson’s da
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A Non-Local Match, Chapter 3
Other than a few more lizard-riders in both directions, they saw no one on the tree-shaded path they followed. Antwon dragged Red into the bushes when he heard the first one trotting towards them, but Red insisted they simply stand to the side when the next one came. When it did, the lizard and rider ignored them as he rode past. Red looked at Antwon, who shrugged and started walking again. Of the few riders that went by that morning, most were heading in the same direction that they were, and all the riders were wearing what appeared to be plain, dark blue uniforms of some type.
They were mostly quiet as they walked. Red kept going over what had happened with his machine and the program before and as Antwon had pushed them into the portal. Antwon seemed lost in his own thoughts and didn’t provide any new information when Red had questioned him about the lights, the Taser, or what he had seen or experienced while in the portal. The chill of the morning slowly warmed up, but the a
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Midnight Star
Markus quietly walked down the dark street near the outskirts of Salem towards the old house. He had cased the place for a couple of days now, never seeing any evidence that anyone lived in the large Victorian home. No cars came or went, no lights were ever on inside. The large, copper gutters and downspouts on the slate roof spoke of old money as much as the antique windows, fancy woodwork that outlined the large, curved porch which ran around the dark brick walls of the place.
The moon had already set and there was nothing but starlight to illuminate the backyard. Going behind an overgrown bush, he climbed on a barrel to reach the hidden window and brought his knife to its edge. A dog barked a couple of houses over – a big Rottweiler he knew to avoid after the first day he had visited this place. The window wiggled enough that he could force his blade in between the metal and lifted the inside latch with little effort. It opened and he was inside in moments.
Closing the window
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The Cats: A Costume Shop TF
“Come on, Amy, we’re leaving.”
Amy groaned and set down her pencil.  At the moment her desk contained a lamp, storage shelves, a few souvenir roller coaster snapshots, a drawing pad, and a National Geographic.  The latter was open to a page with a running cheetah.  The top page of the drawing pad tauntingly displayed a half-finished sketch of the cheetah, daring Amy to defy her mother and finish it, yet making fun of her predicament at the same time.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”  She reached for her black hoodie, hurriedly yanking her arms through the sleeves as she trotted out to the front room.  Her mother and her little sister Lauren both stood there expectantly.  “I’m ready.  Let’s go.”
The late October air bit at Amy’s cheeks when they ventured outside.  She didn’t care much for the cold.  Admittedly, she could get overheated sometimes,
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Kitsune TF for Catprog by Rei98 Kitsune TF for Catprog :iconrei98:Rei98 253 25 Brown Wolf Transformation 2 by Fox0808 Brown Wolf Transformation 2 :iconfox0808:Fox0808 146 4
Reality Shift
Light blue
Dark orange
It took Steve a couple seconds to realize that his vision wasn't a swirling mass of colors anymore. It took another second to realize that the blurry green color was trees swaying in the wind above him. This led to his next conclusion. He was lying on his back, staring at a leafy canopy above his head.
Which was weird. Last time he checked it was supposed to be winter right now. In fact, last time he checked he was in his bed, having just passed out after a short trip home from fencing, and a nice shower. Also, last time he checked he was in his bathrobe. A quick check confirmed that he was still in his bathrobe.
“I tried to summon a swordsman, but I’m not sure how well it worked.”
“Hay! Get up. I didn’t summon you just to lie around all day!”
A hand grabbed steve’s and pulled him to his feet. Standing in front of Steve was a panda.  She was wearing a pointed blue hat
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Writing a Transformation Story.

        As defined by TV Tropes, "Transformation Fiction - a genre of fiction depicting a transformation or shapeshifting from one form or another."

        As defined by 
CrazyNaut, "transformation story (also known as tf story): a story in which a character physically and/or mentally becomes something different, and the change to that is detailed within the story."

        As defined by ZalaCambio, "Often abbreviated as 'TF,' [transformation art] focuses on changing a being from one species to another; most notably involving a human becoming an animal or mythical beast of sorts.
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The Tale of Mallory and His Wonderful Exploit
The problem with genies, Mallory decided, was the total lack of debugging. Now that he'd found one, he was determined to get the most from it.
The genie reared up in a cloud of crimson smoke. Mallory managed not to drop the bottle, a relic with the Seal of Solomon on it in beeswax. He'd done his research after all. The main thing that surprised him was the genie's appearance: a blood-hued cloud of twinkling stars with only the suggestion of eyes.
"Another master!" it roared. The cloud hovered above the bottle. Mallory felt it was staring into his soul by looking from another dimension, like a man seeing slices of cork under a microscope. Still, Mallory stood his ground.
The genie said, "Human, you are entitled to three wishes for my release. What will they be?"
And so the testing began. "Could you offer suggestions?" asked Mallory.
Its voice rumbled through Mallory's flesh and into his mind. "Wealth. Power. Health. A palace. A thousand _houris_ at your feet."
"Are those what people nor
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Self Investment by Nashoba-Hostina Self Investment :iconnashoba-hostina:Nashoba-Hostina 145 13
Ninety-Nine Bottles
The shipping label had been thoroughly scribbled over. Jonas stood on a footstool and peered down at the address atop the giant wooden crate. This morning the box had just shown up, silently, waiting on his doorstep. Problem number one was that it had appeared right in front of the door, making it tricky to get to class. Once he'd squirmed past it, the second thing that bothered him was the THIS END UP arrow pointing the wrong way. The third was the label way up on top, and the fact that instead of his actual address it just said "Someone Silly". Apparently the post office knew just where to find him.
People were giving him odd looks as they walked by, one of them asking, "What, did you order an elephant for Christmas?"
"I have no idea," he said. "Do you know where I can get a crowbar?" He hadn't expected to need one today.
Soon the crate's side fell off with a thud and a cloud of dust. Jonas found only a cardboard box inside and a foot-thick layer of styrofoam peanuts. Baffled, he dra
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Rule One
Hoses looped from one port to another and coiled in heavy lengths across the floor. Wires hung in tangled webs, connecting to plugs, to switches, to one another, snaking through holes drilled through metal and plastic and reappearing somewhere across the room. Lights blinked like eyes, and once-sleek machines filled the room with a low and steady rumble.
“This,” the old man said, “is my life’s work.”
Najma bounced carefully over a hose stretched busily across her path, landing light and easy on her toes. Rubén’s movements were less natural, though still practiced, as he took a long glide over to a bulky device in the center of the room. With some imagination, Najma thought she recognized a standard-issue main control unit beneath approximately fifty earth-standard years of modifications, add-ons, and improvements. She followed him and hovered behind his elbow, feet slowly drifting back toward the ground.
“Rule one: you don’t touch an
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As he stood out on the rust-colored ice of Binney Planitia, Manu wondered how everything had gone so wrong.  He paced around feeling the methane gravel crunch under his boots as he gazed up at the endless stars.  The viewplate in his helmet conveniently offered the names of all the constellations he could see.  “Enhanced view off,” he muttered and then it was just him alone with the stars.  Manu took a minute to try and center himself.  The stars brought some level of peace, in contrast to the lights of Hotu Matua City off to his left.
Above him, the Go’e—the Milky Way galaxy—stretched out above it like a brilliant plume.  The Go’e was the path that the soul took after death.  Everyone would take that path eventually, Manu knew, even himself.  But would the entire Makemake settlement be taking it sooner than anyone had thought?
“Call up Shimura’s letter,” Manu said, as the text appeared on the
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Tails on Humanoids Tutorial/Studies by Carolzilla Tails on Humanoids Tutorial/Studies :iconcarolzilla:Carolzilla 401 54 Eldritch Stamp derpderpderp by Nashoba-Hostina Eldritch Stamp derpderpderp :iconnashoba-hostina:Nashoba-Hostina 204 70 Dragon Transformation part 1 (revised) by clashmecha Dragon Transformation part 1 (revised) :iconclashmecha:clashmecha 432 196 Crystal Fossil [PATREON REWARD] by ARVEN92 Crystal Fossil [PATREON REWARD] :iconarven92:ARVEN92 465 39
They change the guards every four hours.
Not only that, but so far it seems that the guards will leave exactly when their shift ends, regardless of whether or not the next guard has arrived.
I quickly grab the next leather pad with my left hand while removing the leather under the mechanized leather punch with the right. I pull the punched leather out and place the new sheet into the metal tray.
My right hand drops the first leather into the collector tray as the left grabs yet another pad. I swiftly put the new leather pad under the punch while the right hand removes the recently punched leather.
If I don’t get the leather under the punch in time, then it will crash down on the stand, resulting in a loud metal clanging. Clanging will bring the guards and their whips. Two lashes for each clang.
Two more lashes if I haven’t still placed the leather under the punch. But the lashes are nothing
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"Awoo, Awoo!"

The sounds of the werewolf howling in the darkness outside my cabin door made me think. So The Changas (:icontimmichangas:) was officially offering a raffle, and all I needed to do was follow some simple rules to enter for a chance to get a TF story written by the author of such greats as "The Hunt (anthro arctic wolf TF) and Vacation with wizardry (leopard TF) as well as the continuing series Of Demons and Dragons - who wouldn't want to take a shot at that?

So I did, and here's the information with the rules so you can, too: TF story raffle, join now!Ooohh yeah, another one! Time for a new transformation story raffle! So, now now, let's explain what this is!
"TF story? Whassat?"
TF is short for transformation. Meaning, I write an animal transformation story where one or multiple characters turn into another species. This could be a generic animal like a fox, dragon, etc OR  a furry OC of yours.
"Alright, what kind of TFs can I expect?"
Only animal TFs. No inanimate or human-to-human TFs. The TF can end up with an anthro or feral character.
"How do I enter this? :D"
Simple! You make a journal with a link to this one and, if done correctly, it should tag me (if not, leave a link to your journal in the comment section) and that gives you an entry. You can get a second entry if you watch me. NOTE. The journal is compulsory. Watchers who don't upload a journal aren't automatically entered. Winners are selected at random. One story per winner; you can't win first and second prize, for example. Once you've entered via journal, leave

Just do it before the 10th of July 2018.

Now excuse me while I take care of this werewolf at my door.  Let's see, 925 silver knife, revolver loaded with silver bullets, and fried chicken.  Lots and lots of fried chicken...
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Ocxin Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2017
4 more days till the prompt on ShapeshiftersMonthy.
Or rather, 3 days till you upload your story.
AbNom Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2017
Thanks.  Just did the upload.  (Kinda early for me, but this week is going to be way too busy to do much of anything on line.)  Plus I have classes starting as well.

Mine is no where near as dramatic as your story, though.
Ocxin Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2017
Well, mine was done
in about three days,
so that's that.

As I said in the description,
I wanted to make the human
point of view the small one,
as I don't think anyone would
have done the same.
strst Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2017
do you like pokemon.
AbNom Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2017
Yeah, there are some I like, but I haven't really played it, if that makes any sense.  I find the characters and settings interesting, and have seen some of the movies. I don't know most of the moves, and don't own any of the games myself.  Which is why the one story I've posted with a mega Lucario was a challenge for me: I had to research quite a bit in a short time to put it together, and I really don't know if I did it justice with the result.
AbNom Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2017
Yeah!  Thanks!  I'll go through it when I get some time... Things are a little tight at the moment, but I'm still very interested, so appreciate the heads up.
timmichangas Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Don't you worrry, story isn't going anywhere :) Read it whenever you feel like it^^
Ocxin Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2017
Thank you for helping me out.
Here's a llama badge for your effort.
AbNom Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2017
No problem, glad to have been some help!
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