Anthro Fluttershy Costume TF/TG
You're trapped in a room with no exit. Row of costumes of fictional female air-dwellers surround the room. The only way to leave is to pick one and put it on.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice some rather familiar-looking costumes. You see two bodysuits that greatly resemble Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy from one of your favorite shows, My Little Pony. Since Fluttershy was your favorite, you grab the one that looks like her.
As you grab it, you see all the other costumes disappear. "Looks like I'm committed..." you say to yourself. Upon closer inspection, you saw that the costume is an anthro one. You slip off your arms into the sleeves of the costume, and see that they fit perfectly into the costume's dainty arms and hands. You kick off your shoes and step into the costume's legs. Your feet seem to round out into hoof-like shapes, perfectly fitting into the costume's feet.
Your hips also seem to widen until you feel them brush against the fabric on the inside. You reach toward t
A 'Looney' Day at the Beach (TG)
Larry, Taylor, and Patrick were driving down to the beach to meet their friend, Tad, who had set them up on a blind date. Larry had agreed to drive the three of them there, despite finding blind dates stupid and disastrous. However, his two friends were desperate to get laid, so he figured he’d have to take one for the team. Soon, he had parked his car and he and his friends stepped out onto the gravelly road, taking a good look at the sand and ocean that was just down the hill.
“Where do you suppose Tad is?” Patrick wondered aloud.
“I don’t know, man.” Larry sighed. “Let’s just find them and get this over with.”
“I sure hope he set us up with some good dates.” Taylor added.
“Don’t worry, Tad always comes through for us,” Patrick replied.
“Indeed I do!” a fourth voice chimed, catching the trio off guard as they quickly turned around, seeing Tad. Tad was a man of average height, average weigh
Welcome to the Jungle: Sticks the Badger TG (300!)
I awoke in horror at an indeterminate hour of the day. I was back in the warm comfort of my bed, and not dangling over a vat of questionable liquid by a blue waffle I created as a joking response to some guy who was butthurt about me not liking Mr. Enter. “That’s it, no more morally-questionable brownies before bed…” I grumbled to myself.
I got out of bed, about to go to my computer, figuring I should be getting to work on that 300th deviation. However, before I could reach my chair, I noticed something standing in the corner of my room that was not there before. It was a medium-sized wheel like that one on Wheel of Fortune with a sticky note attached.
“Alright, let’s see what the hell this is about…” I grumbled to myself. I grabbed the note and began to read it.
“Dear sir, thank you for your generous donation to my project. Have a spin! Sincerely, Thelonius Gingersnap.”
I stood there and thought for a moment, wondering who th