"I'm Blitz Kant and alarmingly, I have not been fired! But I have been assigned to cover a pizza festival. While these festival goers satisfy their cravings for ooey gooey cheese and toppings, I crave the sweet release of death to deliver me from this dead-end career," said the wolf journalist, smiling his most photogenic smile.

"That's a little dark, Blitz," commented the Channel 15 cameraflamingo.

"Pizza festival!" repeated Blitz Kant, fitting a lot of disdain for local interest pieces in that one statement. "Nobody watching this cares. This piece is just time filler so there's some noise in a retirement home tv room! Do you think anybody interesting attends a pizza festival?"

Blitz Kant's question was immediately answered when a stylish looking feline in a sweater dress walked by carrying multiple plates of pizza. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, tall and statuesque, and had big wings coming from her back. It was quite an unusual sight and quite a striking one too.

"Now there's someone worth interviewing!" Blitz Kant declared.

The cameraflamingo squinted. "I think I saw her on an egg nog bottle once."

"Beverage model attends pizza festival! Think of the very slight ratings bump! But more importantly, think of me chatting with a beautiful lady!"

The flamingo shrugged. "Chatting with beautiful ladies seems to get you in trouble."

Blitz scoffed. "Miss! How would you like to be interviewed for the news!"

"I wouldn't, really," the winged feline said softly. She sat down on a wall. "But you're going to barrel on ahead anyway and it's too late for me not to appear on camera."

"GREAT!" said Blitz Kant, barrelling on ahead anyway. "What brings you to the pizza festival, of all things?"

"Pizza is the greatest of foods. Top tier food," said Felicity, taking a big bite of one of her many slices. "When I first visited the city, it was pizza that taught me how wonderful friendship is."

"Oh, it sounds like pizza is important to you. Care to elaborate?" asked the journalist.

"No. Now I must eat six slices of pizza."

Felicity began eating her slices of pizza, one after another.

"Great. This has been Blitz Kant with another inane story. Now back to Flopsy with sports."

"Sports isn't ready!" said the flamingo.

"Well, I don't think we can top that interview so the pizza festival story is a wrap. Not like anybody cares about this."

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" shrieked Razor Tongue, seeing her renegade sphinx on the television after Lynn ate the remote and accidentally changed the channel to some boring news instead of the hardcore porn the demon had been enjoying.

Razor Tongue picked up Lynn and threw her through the television.

"Lynn, stop resting your lazy head inside the wall! Go to wherever that was and get my Oracle!"

"Yes ys Princess boss lady!!" Lynn probably said. It was a bit muffled through the wall.

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Somehow, Lynn did find her way to the pizza festival and caused such chaos that the festival had to be closed for health code AND fire code violations. But Lynn got to eat a lot of pizza. So did Felicity! And she managed to leave before Lynn accidentally burned the place down.

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This picture didn't need much of a story. After Felicity's awkward inaugural voyage in her new outfit, I wanted to give her something nice. So let's say that on her walk, she just happened to stumble upon the pizza festival. She has that kind of good luck.

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Felicity the ex-Oracle owned by me
Art by  temporarywizard