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The music had stopped, but none of the partygoers in the Stelar house, human or alien alike, seemed to have noticed. Bud continued to scarf down what was left of the buffet, while Taurus continued to cheer him on, and Zack continued begging him to leave some for him. Luna continued to do her best to ignore them, and focused on telling Jack about her increasing responsibilities as Student Body President. And of course, Geo Stelar and his parents, Hope and Kelvin, continued making up for years of lost time and missed family photos, even dragging Omega-Xis in as an honorary uncle, despite his obvious reluctance. Sonia eased her grip on her guitar, not realizing how tightly she’d been holding it. Ordinarily, she loved crowds, she was a child star, after all. Dozens of smiling faces, lively conversations, and excited cheers made her day. And these were her friends. If there was anyone she should be happy to see celebrating, it was them. And yet… She glanced back at Geo, and saw him

(Content warnings: temporary statue transformation and mind control.) Volo held Arceus’s Legendary Plate high, eerie glowing unown runes appearing the air around him. "Don't fret boy. I'm just going to obliterates all existence, and create a new universe where Pokemon Wielders command mindless, unthinking, egoless, obedient pokemon." "You're sick!" Ash shouted, rushing up the steps of Mt. Coronet to close in on the monologuing maniac. "That brat from this time told me that too. I had to make deals with legendaries so eldritch and abyssian that Arceus likes to pretend he never created them. But I've lived long enough to finally have what I need. Oh, and I promised one of my investors your souls." "NOT ON YOUR LIFE!" Ash leapt for Volo. "NO! What are you doing?!” He shouted, as the runes distorted. T”he process is already started! You can't stop it!" "... Then maybe it can at least be a world with my friends." Ash whispered as all was enveloped in light. ___ A lucario blinked

“There you are!” The faun sighed as she rounded a corner in the grassy courtyard, seeing a familiar purple dragon sitting front of a massive carving of a dragon’s head, a little golden dragonfly resting beside him. “Spyro!” She called out to him. Spyro looked up from the roast mutton he’d been chewing on. “Elora? What are you doing here? I thought you were still cleaning up Ripto’s mess in Avalar.” “Good to see you too, Spyro,” Elora said dryly. “But since you asked, it’s taken a few months, but we’re finally starting to get things back to normal. The Professor is still trying to help negotiate a peace treaty between the Breeze Builders and the Land Blubbers, but they weren’t exactly on good terms even before Ripto started egging them on.” She sat down in front of him. “So I thought I’d make a surprise visit.” She shook her head. “But you can be a hard dragon to find. I spent hours looking for you!” “Hey, it’s not like I was trying to hide,” Spyro said defensively.

(Content warning: Bullying, various anthro transformations and sex-swap, heavy mental change/identity death.) There was a sound of wet, shredding paper. “Oops! Looks like you’ll have to tell your teacher your imaginary dog girlfriend ate your homework, Tim!” “S-stop it Harry!” Tim stammered, the tall, lanky boy desperately grasped for the papers in his quicker, more nimble tormenter’s hands. “I spent all week working on that essay!” “Why don’t you take it from me, then?” Harry turned around, holding the paper behind his back. He was a few inches shorter than Tim but he had a surprisingly strong build for his age. “I’m sure the teachers will tolerate you hitting a smaller student.” There were two more tearing sounds. Tim clenched a fist. “Why are you doing this? Haven’t I already been miserable enough this week?” “I wouldn’t have to do this if you could just act normal.” Another wet tearing sound. “Yeah, man,” Harry’s cohort, Benjamin, chuckled. “Could you imagine if

(Content warning: contains transformation, gender-swapping, maids, mild mental changes, and furries. Viewer discretion advised.) The local Fall Floof-Fest furry convention was as packed as ever this year, with hundreds of visitors from all over the state, (and a few from outside it) piling into the convention center to meet with their fellow anthro-animal enthusiasts, attend panels, play games, show off fursuits in a place where nobody would judge them for it, and, of course, to buy stuff created by other furry fans. And to meet that final demand, the Artist’s Alley was filled with booths and desks where artists of all types sold their wares, be they prints of previously-made art, little sculptures and 3D-printed models, on-the-fly-sketch commissions by the quick-fingered artists, and all sorts of other odds and ends. Dozens of people lined up to buy, while many more enviously sat back, and had to content themselves with window-shopping. Among the “odds and ends” category was a