Trough the Thorns
"lady rakshasi" she said with a strong voice, to the fabric filled with authority and dominance. it was not a sweet and gentle voice like that of rakshasi in his mind, but a voice that could be mixed in with battle without any problem.
I'm Still Normal, Right?
The husky's paws gripped the sides of his shirt, tugging at the red fabric anxiously so that the yellow print patterning distorted making the logo even less recognizable.
Thrilling Heroics: Ofenna's Calamitous Costume Caper
Her left leg slid in next, and she fit her tail into its waiting tail sleeve, drawing the fabric over her buttocks.
Reenacting Equus
She slid her fingers up to her top, untying the knot that held back her full breasts and letting the fabric fall to the floor.
The Leaves of Fall Act 3: Something That Matters (Part 2)
\>oh god what if he does get naked with you in the room \>he still thinks you're a boy \>you open your mouth to stammer out an apology, but the sound of heavy, damp fabric hitting the carpet makes your heart stop \>he did it \>he's naked \>"turn around
A Night Call from Justice
She managed to slide each leg in, albeit stretching the fabric into a skin tight, but the elastic seemed at war with her hips. with a bit of tummy tucking though, the hem finally slipped into place.
Olivia.
She’d pulled the hoodie sleeves over her paws without noticing, black fabric bunching around her wrists. tail low. ears pinned halfway back. _jewellery. clothes. phones._ my eyes dropped lower before i could stop them. shorts.
Stretto's New Suit
The fabrics played through his mind, thinking of his contest worthy styles already.
Dragon In The Kitchen.
Up close, the fabric mask over her lower jaw shifted slightly as she spoke. “yeah. that is me. alys.” a small pause. “i am alys. i got the computer message about tonight.” her voice wasn’t strange.
Anima: The Broken Wing Chapter 1
Brown on the sides, but the top opened to what appeared to be a fabric covering. i could feel that we were moving at speed, with bumps every once in a while. i put together that i was being driven in a car of some kind.
What Is To Belong
My hands worked quickly, naturally, soon fibers became fabric, hairs became threads. my hooved hands had a set of needles just behind the cloven hooves, each with small hoops to thread with.
Welcome to Ponyville
Though unable to see it, he could **feel** the same thing happening to his feet; the bases of his lower limbs growing shorter and stockier, tugging and tugging at the fabric of his shoes until finally they burst open with a pop of rapidly tearing fabric, leaving