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A Super Eeveelution story based on the post-ending 7th chapter, where Pearl and Blacky test Little in how much he can stand strong affection, using their status as an Espeon and Umbreon, respectively. *FILLER STORY* Warning - Very suggestive scenes Inspired by and based on this Japanese Eeveelution video (Credit to Asuka from YouTube). *Purr...* One sunny day at the northwestern outskirts of Kanto, inside Little's mansion, our hero is in the basement, comfortably sitting on the carpet floor, petting his actual Eevee. Recently, there is a special event day called "Eevee Day", where the rare but adorable Pokemon species (as well as the evolved forms) is being celebrated throughout the Pokemon World by Trainers who own one. There are quite a few people the man knows who would certainly celebrate it such as Gym Leaders Misty, Valerie, Erika, and Elite Four Karen. Because Little himself is no exception, thanks to the Super Eeveelutons and owning an actual Eevee, he is taking it at

Far away from Earth in the distant future, there was a planet of giant, blue-skinned women that were called Invaders. The Invaders, as you've guessed by their name, would like to invade planets both within and outside their solar system. Their size and their ability to fire lasers from their eyes made them a formidable force on the planets they invaded. But there was one Invader who was different from her kind, and her name was Io. Io was the shortest of her kind at 100 feet, whereas the other Invaders were 150 feet at max. She didn't have the same intention as her kind, as this was demonstrated during training. When the other Invaders had to use their laser vision to destroy mountains, Io purposely pointed away from a mountain and fired away. Her superiors didn't take too kindly to her supposed weak nature. "You're a failure, Io!" said the Invader leader. "You have one more chance to prove yourself. We want you to take over a planet that's not too far from our own. When you do that,

Disclaimer: We do not own Code Geass or any of the characters used in our story, with everything belonging to Sunrise other than characters, plots and lore that are of our own creation. A/N: Hi everyone, after what has been an eternity, our prequel fic for Code Geass, Liar's Dice is finally here with its first chapter of what will be an exploration of the mid-90's in the CG universe. With a mix of familiar and new characters that aims to explore the CG world by digging into many parts which myself, and my Writing Partner Makarov, had been wanting to do for a while now. We both hope you will enjoy our take, ideas and more on the series that means a lot to us. I want to thank everyone who has been following me for all these years from back when I was working on my side fic for Code Geass: Colourless Memories written by NSBleach00 that got me into fanfic writing in the first place. Of which serves as an inspiration for some of the plots and characters in Liar's Dice. To my aborted

WARNING: This story contains vore, which some people may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. In the city of Small Hope, a woman named Katie has had a particularly hard time with her boyfriend who would view her more as property than anything else. The boyfriend, whose name was Tony, would get the least bit jealous when Katie would be next to a man that had better things than Tony, some things that Tony himself was too cheap to get his girlfriend. Of course, there was a time when Katie would be free from her possessive boyfriend, and that’s when she would visit Hope Forest where Willow lived. She knew that with someone like Willow around, Tony wouldn’t dare to force Katie out of the forest or risk incurring her wrath. However, a bit of magic would come to Hope Forest, and it wasn’t Willow’s ability to turn from a tree to a woman and vice versa. It was that bit of magic that would turn Katie’s life around. On her way to Hope Forest, Katie passed by a woman who was selling

They say that everyone has a doppelganger, but meeting one will mean your doom. I used to believe that was just some stupid urban legend until that horrific day. It happened after a long day of working at a crappy fast food place with an equally abysmal salary. The customers were acting belligerent as usual and the manager barked orders at all the workers like we were his slaves. I hated every second of working there, but I had to put up with it because I had bills to pay. The end of my shift couldn’t come fast enough that day. I marched out of that dump and headed to the nearest train station to return home. I live in a major city so just about everywhere is packed with people, especially in a train station late in the afternoon. That wasn’t the case this time. The station was quiet to the point of being uncanny. There was always some ambient noise of chaotic city life blaring at all times, but at that moment, not a soul could be heard or seen. " Where the hell is everyone?" I muttered out loud. No commuters were in sight despite this being one of the busiest times of the day. To make things even more bewildering, the entire station was immaculately clean. It was pristine to perfection. Anyone who has been to New York knows that place is practically one huge cesspool of filth, rats, and bad attitudes. This was like an entirely different world. Taking full advantage of the lack of booth workers and security guards, I hopped the turnstile and made my way to the platform.  I usually get a jolt of adrenaline from fare evading without getting caught, but that feeling was gone for obvious reasons. Once I boarded my train after it arrived, my eyebags felt like they were made of lead. Dealing with rudeass customers all day must've really drained all my energy. It's not like I had anything better to do so I sat down and nodded off for a bit. I remember having this weird feeling before going to sleep. The train was just as barren as everything else but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I tried searching around for someone but the sweet embrace of sleep had me hooked. I remember jerking up awake to the loud hum of static blaring in my ears. It was the same kind of static you would hear from a broken TV. I thought the train speakers must've been malfunctioning until I heard a strange voice come to life.  " We are currently receiving countless reports of an unidentified hostile organism that we'll refer to as "Alternates". Until we have a complete understanding of the threat, it's important to stay home, lock all doors and windows, and have access to a loaded firearm or any ranged weapon at all times. You will know if an alternate exists solely based on their physical characteristics: If you see another person that looks identical to you, run away and hide. If you see a person that has a biologically impossible characteristic, run away and hide. If one manages to break into your home, refrain from any kind of communication or contact with the threat.  These intelligent lifeforms utilize elements of psychological warfare to take advantage of their victims. While we heavily discourage any form of contact or communication with an Alternate, we make exceptions at attempts to executing them yourself." What the hell was that? Hostile organisms? Alternates? Whatever that announcement was sounded more like a sci-fi movie plot rather than something you'd hear on the train. I almost passed it off as a prank, which would help explain why the station was so deserted, but I thought better of it. There was no way anyone could convince a bunch of New Yorkers to miss their train just for some stupid prank. This was the city where everyone was in a rush to head absolutely nowhere at any given moment. It also didn’t make sense for the MTA workers to leave their positions unattended. What exactly was going on here? " Hello Eric." My blood turned into ice at that moment. I heard it. I heard... my own voice call out to me. I jerked my head to the left and saw a hooded man towering over me. For a brief second I was relieved that there was finally someone else here. Then I realized that this stranger knew my name. Even more important than that, he looked just like me. The same red hoodie. Battered blue jeans. Black Converse shoes. It was the exact outfit I was wearing and though the raised hood obscured his face, I could see we shared the same looks as well. It was like staring into a mirror. " W-Who are you?" I stammered. No response. The man silently stood there while locking his gaze with mine. His cold, soulless eyes bore into me like he was a doll. I got up from my seat and tried distancing myself from him, but he had other plans. " Please don't run, Eric. I miss you."  This time it was my grandmother's voice. She was the closest thing I had to mom up until she passed away a few years ago. Hearing her voice after so long, coming from a creature like that, broke something inside me.  I began crying without even realizing it. Heavy streams of tears poured down my terrified face.  Despite the train coming to a stop, none of the doors would open. I tried in vain to pry them open.  " Please don't leave me. I've missed you for so long. Don't you love me? Let me love you." The creature spoke in my grandmother's voice again and it was edging closer to me. Its facial features distorted heavily with each passing second. I could see the bastard's eyes narrow and its neck elongate like it was made of rubber. It charged right at me, and with nowhere to go, I had to brace myself for a fight. Once it tackled me to the ground, we began trading punches and kicks as we fought for our survival. It was strong, but I refused to die there. I battled against the pain and used its long neck to my advantage. It made for a major weak point, so I jammed my housekeys right into its throat, letting the blood splash everywhere.  The creature grabbed at its would and took that as an opportunity to go for the kill. I bashed that thing's head against the floor until my knees rested in a pool of blood. I felt the creature go limp in my hands, a sign of victory.  Eventually, the train doors opened, allowing me to haul it out of there. Once I got out of the station the familiar sounds of the city back to me. The streets were littered with crowds of people walking in every direction as  impatient drivers burned rubber on the asphalt. The city had returned back to its normal self. I caught a glimpse of myself in a store window and saw that all of my wounds were gone. There wasn’t even any blood on my clothes. To this day, I haven't told anyone about what happened in that train station. I like to pretend it never happened even though it still haunts me. I've heard internet legends of people who supposedly slipped into alternate realities. These realities allegedly mirror ours but have enough differences to create an uncanny effect. I don't know what triggered my trip to that other world and I'm not sure I want to find out. Riding the train doesn't feel the same anymore. There's always this unsettling feeling in the back of my mind that I'll slip into that other world again. I don't know what I'll do if I have to meet another doppelganger.

Full title: Croonford Detective Case 36: The Next Generation Story can also be read here. Full series can be found here. Summary: No longer suffering from the tabloid disinformation, Michelle and the other teen detectives have to focus on their GCSEs while Michelle's sister Kate attempts to be a girl detective. Chelle, Lin and Jenn were in the detectives headquarters revising for their GCSEs. Despite adding a portable heater, the converted caravan was still chilly. They congregated here as other study areas such as the libraries and school were far too crowded or noisy. Their boyfriends decided to study elsewhere or had other activities to tend to. To brave the cold, Chelle and Jenn wore thick jumpers with equally think long-sleeved shirts and still scarfs around their necks along with jeans for the winter. In contrast, besides a long-sleeved blouse and a jumper, Lin wore a  below knee-length skirt with dark purple 60 denier tights and boots. As they all were buried in their books

Get It Through Your Thick Skull By J.C. Solis Why is it you keep wringing yourself out? Is this all that you think life is about? Why, when I pick you up, you fall back down? Why must you insist to stay on the ground? I am your friend, but I can’t always save Even when I try to make my face brave I want you to grow, but you want to shrink I sometimes don’t know what it is you think You say you’re a burden, which is not true And you insist on remaining in rue You’re only a burden if you insist On thinking yourself not worthy of bliss Why do you try so hard just to give in It’s like your mind has no more peace within Why must you keep falling from where you stand? For then, I need to keep giving a hand I want you to be strong, why won’t you see? From this mental strife, I wish you were free I want for you to no longer need me I want you to be what you want to be I want to get this message through your head And think of these words, stop

The Unclean Man By J.C. Solis I became too lost to vice and to sin And I could no longer find peace within I became a ghost of my former soul For I did many things that took its toll I became lost in sex, greed, and desire All these joys that lit my heart on fire These were all things that I liked and enjoyed Now I must leave them before I’m destroyed For there is a price to pay for your past And these are all scars that will come to last For there is a price to pay for this strife A price that may cost you your very life For far too long, on these things, I have weaned For I have become a man who’s unclean…

There once was a girl who moved to a new town, to get a fresh start. She joined a dance studio as she always loved dancing as a little girl. She had a recital one evening and was very excited to show what she had been practicing. By the end, she noticed a few of the other dancers were congratulated but not her. She was a bit hurt…but it wouldn't stop her from dancing. As time moved on, the girl had made some new friends in her new town, and encouraged them to go to her recitals. Of course they did and, by the next recital, the girl had a few people to congratulate her for her performance. Even had a few random strangers compliment her moves. And it only urged her to keep going. Over time, she became friends with some of the dance girls, and got compliments from them as well. The girl kept going, even trying to learn different moves and dances in private to show off her versatility as a dancer. Once she really got better, she decided to rent out her own hall and put in her own recital

Tears of the Valkyrie By J.C. Solis He was a man who fought bravely in the final battle. He was brave, he was powerful, and he was mighty. He was the epitome of what all brave warriors must admire and hope to emulate – somebody who set the standard to a lofty height that perhaps no one else would be able to reach. He fought to the death when his brothers were in danger, and offered mercy to those who wanted to submit and surrender. He was a man who was among the greatest who ever lived, a soul so profound and unrelenting in his passion for forging whatever Peace he could for his people. There was nothing too small or too large that he couldn’t do. If so much as a child was in pain or ailing, he would tend to that child, and the child would live on, content in having been saved by the great man in gilded armor. And it was this man who lay on the ground, unable to move after receiving critical and mortal wounds all over his body. He simply lay on the ground, unmoving as he

In Boston, where the brave did fight, Where men in battle stood with might, A place of honor they shall gain, A pub where stories they shall regale. But as they gather, their hearts so heavy, They are feel a bit teary, For all they have is this one place, A pub where they'll forever grace. But deep inside, they can't help but wonder, Is this all they'll ever get, just thunder from pints, In a pub where memories are shared, Of battles fought, as bean counters take their share. So let us build this pub with care, A place where they can always share, Their memories and their pride, In Boston, where they fought and died. And though it's sad, they'll make the best, Of what they have, despite the rest, A pub where heroes can take a seat, And share their stories, proud and neat.For those who fought, we'll raise a toast, To men who bravely stood the ghost, Of war and strife, their spirits high, In Boston, where they'll never die.