|The Price of Greatness: Part FiveYour head reels as you get sucked through the void. An instant later, you materialise with your flailing companions on what appears to be the main street of a large city. From the dumpy, pastel-bricked cottages and the gaudy high-rises in the distance, you deduce that you have arrived in Neopia Central.|
|The Spirit of Black Keep: Part SevenKass merely stood by, looking utterly confused, while Celice’s jaw was slack with astonishment. “Pharazon—“ she sputtered. “Are you quite sure you know what you’re doing?” He grinned in embarrassment. “I told you already, I’m not quite sure of anything. I’m just doing what feels right instead of waiting around for fear to drive my actions.”|
|Undead Rising: Part Six“Eww, what are we doing in a crypt?” Zeena complained, swiping at the various cobwebs that hung from the ceiling. The Wocky was right, Bernard agreed, this place was creepy and gross… what on earth could they possibly be doing here?|
|KATIPO I: Restart: Part ThreeIt’s 7:30pm exactly, and you’re staring up at Riff’s house and worrying over whether or not you actually got enough information from the alien to make this trip worthwhile. Riff’s typically pretty good at putting together puzzles with only a handful of the pieces, and he’s got some weird sixth sense when it comes to knowing what other people had said during interrogations that he wasn’t even present for, but you still sometimes worry. |
|Karamita and the Lab Jazz: Part TwoKaramita let out one final sob before collecting herself and standing on all four paws. She knew she needed to see her sisters. But above all, she needed to see Due. Due was the bedrock of her family and always knew how to make her sisters feel better.|
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"The Prettiest Peophin" by blackghoulmon
I slowly woke up from my nap, feeling quite content and comfortable. But as I looked around, still half-asleep, I realized something.
“Wait, this isn’t my bed!” I thought.
Now fully awake, I looked around some more, trying to remember where I was. And then I remembered: I had fallen asleep on my owner’s lap!
I felt myself start to blush as I looked up into the kindly gaze of my owner, the adult man we all called BG.
“BG, you didn’t have to sit here and let me sleep,” I said apologetically. “If you had things to do, you could have woken me up and told me to move.”
“I don’t have anything pressing to do right now, Urasina,” he replied. “Ming’s got things under control. I can spare the time to let you nap.”
I blushed more as I stretched, yawned, and rolled onto my back, staring up at him adoringly. As he began to rub my belly, I thought about how he was the best thing that had happened to me in all my nine years of life.
We both heard the front door of the Neohome swing open, then shut again. Then one of my adopted sisters, Nayrem the Christmas Peophin, came gliding into the room, looking excited. She had a piece of paper in one front hoof.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” she asked.
“No worries, Nayrem,” I responded. “I’m just cuddling with BG.”
She handed the paper to our owner.
“I was just getting ready to come home from work and one of the other librarians handed this to me,” she said, sounding eager.
“A beauty contest for the Peophins of Sahkmet, eh?” BG replied. Nayrem nodded eagerly.
“I’m glad it’s not for Unis AND Peophins,” I chimed in. “I can’t hold a candle to you, Nayrem.”
She blushed a little. I’m a Speckled Uni mare, but my patterns are unusual and I have dragon wings, not feathered wings. So I’m hardly the epitome of beauty.
|The Prettiest Peophin|
I slowly woke up from my nap, feeling quite content and comfortable. But as I looked around, still half-asleep, I realized something. “Wait, this isn’t my bed!” I thought.
|Naia and the Maraquan Moehog|
The whispered comments, the giggled gossip, the sidelong glances – Naia heard and saw it all. She would love to be bold, to say she didn’t care, but it wasn’t true. It bothered her, at least a little, that the other Faeries didn’t take her job seriously.