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A Mutant at Usukicon

During Y28's Usukicon, What happens when the mutant-est meets the cutest gathering around?

by the_academy_awards
Pros and (Usuki)Cons

Jacob tightened the last of the nuts and bolts into place before taking a step back to admire his handiwork. Before the Christmas Kacheek gadgeteer's own eyes stood...

by opossumman
The Best Days Ever

When Seo thought of this autumn afternoon under the tree in her backyard later...

by stella_123_5
The Missing Usuki Mystery

It was that time of the year when Usukicon spread across Neopia Central. Excitement was beaming all over Neopia as everyone prepared for the big event. Collectors would polish their display shelves. Traders organised their rarest items, and Neopians counted the days until the biggest celebration of Usukis in all of Neopia.

by kindnessx
From One Usuki Fan to Another

Stella hopped from paw to paw as she waited impatiently outside the Usukiland shop.

by xakemii
A Birthday Present For Miriam

Miriam Bellweather awoke early on Saturday morning. As soon as the Pink Blumaroo hopped out of bed, she ran to the window and...Collab with firefoxtails

by geneames1
Better Than Usukicon

Spinoru the Brown Lutari pulled a Black Meowclops Notepad out of his back pocket and cleared his throat. Collab with shin0bi_

by therainbowsheep
An Unusul Usuki Doll

Willow took a steadying breath as she punched her friend’s phone number into her Slorgeous Flip Phone and raised it to her ear. The familiar, taunting ringing began...

by hfallyn
 
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"From One Usuki Fan to Another" by xakemii
Stella hopped from paw to paw as she waited impatiently outside the Usukiland shop. She, like so many hardcore Usuki fans, had been camped out all night waiting for it to open. It was, after all, a very special day. It was finally Usukicon! And while Stella would spend the whole day trekking around Neopia and taking part in the various Usukicon events, she always started her favourite day of the year in the same way: at the Usukiland shop battling it out in order to try and purchase all the newest Usuki goodies. It was, truthfully, quite a stressful experience—clambouring over Acaras and Jetsams alike in a desperate attempt to secure the most prized and limited items. One year, she had even been clipped by a Grarrl’s toenail as the Grarrl, feet clad only in flimsy sandals, had tripped over Stella’s paw. She couldn’t complain too much, though. Just the year before, she had been pushing about in the frantic crowd and gotten the better part of a Usul’s tail in her mouth. She wasn’t sure who had been more mortified when she had promptly gagged and slobbered all over it—her or the Usul. Still, there was something about the whole ordeal that Stella loved. She loved being surrounded by all fellow fans in the queue, all forgoing a good night’s rest in order to try and be one of the very first to enter the store. She loved rushing through the store doors when the apprehensive storekeeper, a usually cheery Blumaroo, opened the doors.




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