Hey everyone!

It's 101 Dalmatians! Specifically, it's 101 Dalmatians: The Series!

I think this series is hilarious and wonderful! The plots are funny, the characters are adorable. Just, everything about it is good in my opinion.

The results of the poll are that the dalmatians will be able to switch between anthro and feral forms.

This story contains: adventure, romance, transformations, magic, genderbending, harems, and many other things!

Disclaimer: I do not own 101 Dalmatians: The Series! Disney and Jumbo Pictures do.

Now, let's begin our story!

Home Sweet Home

It was a nice sunny day in the countryside surrounding the city of London.

Located about 2 hours away from said city was a large farm that had at least 30 acres of land on it. Sitting along the side of a wide dirt road was a large two-story farmhouse that was yellow in color and had a baby blue roof, and sat on a stone foundation. A tall, light blue chimney rose above the house for a couple feet at one end, while a star-shaped weathervane sat at the end closest to the road. Next to the rear of the house was a tall metal windmill. The house sat next to the side of a semi-circle driveway, with a large, red barn sitting at the middle of the driveway. Said barn was almost three stories tall, and had a dark blue roof and a large oak tree growing out the back of it, a tire swing hanging from one of its branches. Next to this barn was a tall silo/tower that matched the color scheme of the barn. Various other structures were on the property, including a couple sheds, a hen hut, a water tower, a 1912 Kimbo railway car, and Snider's Mill.

Walking towards the farmhouse was a 17-year-old boy with lightly tanned skin, light brownish-blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. He stood 6 foot 1 inches tall, and was wearing a light green shirt, white socks, blue sneakers, green shorts, and a necklace with a fox on it made out of some sort of purple stone or gem. This was Gavin Woodring.

Gavin was whistling a jaunty little tune as he walked up to the front door, which was painted yellow in color, and opened it. The main hallway was painted a nice blue color, and had several paintings of countryside and people on it. A nice light blue rug covered the wooden floor, while a wooden chest sat on one side. He walked down the hallway, passing a doorway that led to the kitchen, and stepped into the living room, which had a matching color scheme to the hallway. A small sofa sat before a small TV, while a couple bookshelves sat on either side of the tv, full of books. A couple lamps sat on either end of the sofa and near a green recliner. He turned to the right, and passed through a four-person wide doorway, entering the dining room.

The dining room matched the hallway and living room in color scheme, and had a large red wooden table in the center on top of the wooden floor. An old, light brown china cabinet sat on one side, while a window was in one wall. A chandelier hung from the ceiling.

Sitting in one of the chairs was an old woman with short, curly white hair, tanned skin, and grey eyes. She was wearing a thick pair of square glasses, a green shawl over a gray blouse, a green skirt, and brown shoes.

"Hey Mrs. Smedley," Gavin said to the old woman, who looked up from the crossword puzzle she was doing at him. "There was just this envelope in the mail today," he continued as he set a large manilla envelope on the table next to her, before sitting down.

"Thank you, Gavin," Mrs. Smedley replied as she pushed the puzzle to the side and picked up the manilla envelope, opening it and pulling out a couple sheets of paper.

After she'd looked at the papers for several minutes, Gavin spoke. "So, what are these papers for?" he asked.

Mrs. Smedley sighed at that, and set the papers down. "Gavin, I'm selling the farm," She answered him, making his eyes widen a bit. "I'm too old to run it, and you don't need to worry about taking care of me."

"But you raised me ever since I was four years old," He replied. "Of course, I'd worry about you."

"I know," She answered him with a loving smile, putting her hand on his as she spoke.

"Where will we go?" He asked her.

"I will be going to a nursing home in London," She answered him. "And you will be staying on the farm."

"Wait, what?" he said with confusion. "But you're selling it."

"Yes, to people who've never worked on a farm before," She replied. "I've already worked it out with them. You'll help them run it, and they won't charge you room and board."

"What?" Gavin said again, extremely confused about the whole situation.

"I know you didn't want to hear that, but I knew you had to know," She replied, before she took her hand off his. "I'll let you be for now." She then got up, grabbed her black cane that was next to her, and slowly walked away to her room, leaving you in the dining room.

'…Is this really happening?!' He thought as he sat there, going over what he had just been told. 'Is it really?'

It was.

He'd always known that Mrs. Smedley, who'd raised him ever since her and her now-deceased husband found him as a four-year-old on their doorstep, would have to sell the farm eventually. Her health was starting to fail, and she couldn't move around like she used to.

But to hear he was staying on the farm, while she was leaving, saddened him. He didn't want her to leave.

He knew she had to though. 'And I could visit her at the home,' He thought, cheering up a little bit. 'It's not like I'd lose contact with her forever.' He then sighed, shaking his head. 'This is not going to be easy.'

Then, his stomach growled, letting him know it was lunchtime.

As he got up from the chair and went to the kitchen to make some lunch, he muttered, "Things are about to get more interesting around here."

Well, this was an interesting chapter!

Can't wait to write more!

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