Peter

During the wardrobe rehearsal for the upcoming performance, every single one of Ballini's jewelry for her horns that she had brought with her for the wardrobe director had been 'accidentally' destroyed by a bitter prideful doll rival who had been angry that some mere greedy doll had stolen her coveted role in the performance. Ballini had been devastated and had thrown a fit, demanding compensation by having the prideful rival hand over her jewelry. They had nearly gotten into a physical fig...

Fuyuko had so much fun going shopping for new outfits that she was back on the street full of clothing stores in all kind of styles. However she was on a mission. A mission to enter a very specific store. For she had heard wonderful tales of a certain cream sloth bun who had been endorsed by a well-known blue-purple lust fashion model. Fuyuko wanted to find Cottontail Couture and explore the offerings it had. Perhaps create her very own custom outfit with help from Peter? Oh the high hopes ...

Peter ran a hand through his long, thick hair, fingers tugging at it hard enough that were it another’s hand in different circumstances, he’d find it pleasurable. As it was now, all it did was transfer smudges of graphite— grayish marks to match the splotches of white.  He’d need to wash his hair later.  Peter’s other hand tightened around his pencil hard enough...

After a long day of designing and sewing, Peter had deemed it appropriate to take a break for a nap. From his window, the view of warm-toned leaves dancing on the wind enticed him outdoors. The pile of leaves that had amassed outside looked... comfortable. Though he knew that leaves weren’t anything like a comfortable bed or couch, he was tempted all the same. Who was he to deny temptation after having worked so hard? Everything was considerably bigger in bun form, and in this...

"I actually have tied him up before, plenty of times. I think the last time was a little bit over a month ago, and he looked really hot in it." Shibani spoke with a slur to his words. For being a usually very sleepy bun, he tried his best to be present for the costume party. Although the drinks handed to him never survived more than a few seconds before being casually downed. Dan seemed to shift in his seat as he watched Shibani slip further into a drunken stupor. He moved to Shibani's side, ...