Original Art by  RedFlare500 https://twitter.com/Redflare500/sta.....C8-aivurgrAAAA

I've also written a short story for this, included below:

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Gumdrop sat idly in the waiting room with all the other potential candidates, idly tapping her
foot against the soft carpet. She scanned the room as, one by one, the candidates, a veritable assortment
of bright, pink dragons of all shapes and sizes, eagerly awaited their chance to prove themselves.
Looking down at the flier in her claws, she knew this was an offer too good to pass up.

NOW HIRING!
Pink Dragon Mascots Wanted
Multiple Positions Available
Inquire Within

Mascot work was a lucrative opportunity – you do some photo shoots, pose for some product
placements, and the next thing you know, you're the face of some company and getting paid the big
bucks. All she had to do was impress some company bigwig and she'd be set for life.

The door chimed as another candidate entered the waiting room, a demure dragoness done up in
a glossy maid outfit, strutted across the room and gracefully settled into an empty chair.

“Oh, hi, Charlotte!” Gumdrop cheerily waved at the familiar face. “Funny seeing you here – I guess
you match the description too, right?”

“But of course.” The dragoness responded with an air of confidence about her. “I'm certain whatever
role they have available I am more than capable of handling.”

“Maybe if it's a cleaning product.” Gumdrop gave a friendly chuckle. “But I'd guess they're probably
looking for a children's cartoon mascot, or for some kind of candy.”

“If that's the case, you'd be a shoe-in, but it never hurts to try, after all.”

“Fair, fair. But why apply for mascot work? Don't you already had a full-time job with that Sammy
woman?” Gumdrop scratched her head.

“Mistress Sammy is-” Charlotte paused “temporarily permanently indisposed for the time being. You
know, the usual lab accident.”

“Aaaah, I see” Gumdrop nodded “those things do seem to happen a lot these days.”

The pair chatted amicably for the next hour or so as the remaining candidates filed into the
interview room until only the two remained.

“Well, looks like it's just you and me, Gumdrop.” Charlotte shrugged.

“That's what we get for being fashionably late.” Gumdrop said with smile. “But, you know, as long as
we get the chance to prove ourselves-”

She was cut off by a well-dressed man in a lab coat and glasses carrying a clipboard who
emerged from the interview room and surveyed the near-empty lobby.

“Oh, we still have two candidates left? I'm terribly sorry ladies but the position you've applied for has
already been filled.” He stated, with matter-of-fact, monotone voice.

“Drat, all this time waiting and we don't even get to try?” Gumdrop frowned, ears drooping.

“Don't you know it's rude to keep a lady waiting? You could have at least notified us sooner.” Charlotte
huffed indignantly.

“My apologies – our client settled on their candidate quite abruptly and with great certainty. We
insisted that they review all of the available candidates, but they could not be dissuaded.”

“Well, whoever it was, I guess they had us beat.” Gumdrop shrugged. “No use getting mad over it.”

“Actually,” the man interjected “we do still have a few available roles that another client is hiring for.
They may be a little unconventional but I'm sure we can convince the client to agree to some changes if
they deem either of you suitable.”

“Anything is better than nothing, I supposed.” Charlotte sighed. “I'm sure we can work something out.”

“Wonderful, right this way – we have an open room down the hall.”

The man led the pair down a rather bland, office-like hallway, flanked on either side by a
number of doors. Near the end, he scanned a keycard, unlocking the door with a shrill beep and held it
ajar so the two dragons could enter.

The room was rather sterile – lacking furniture of any kind. The only distinguishable features
were a drain on the floor and single wall lined with what seemed to be one-way mirrors.

Gumdrop tried her best to keep a cheery smile, while Charlotte held herself with dignity and
grace, both hoping to display their best qualities to whoever may be watching.

A voice crackled over an intercom.

“Are these the only candidates you have?” One voice asked.

“Yes, I'm afraid. No one else applied for the positions.” Another responded, the man in the lab coat, as
best the pair could tell.

“They hardly match the description we gave!” The voice responded, gruffly.

“My apologies, though that shouldn't be an issue.” The man reassured him.

“Fine, I'm in a hurry for our grand opening so I'll take what I can get.” The voice exhaled a grumpy
sigh.

“Very well, we'll handle it from here.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes.

“Just great, it seems we're stuck with the table scraps. How utterly unbecoming of me.”

“Aren't maids supposed to, like, clean up table scraps though? Isn't that your job or something?”
Gumdrop idly wondered aloud.

Charlotte raised a claw to protest, but was cut off by thick streams of clear fluid pouring from
the ceiling onto their heads.

“Hold still, ladies, we're going to get you ready for your new positions. This will only take a few
minutes.” The man's voice came over the intercom.

Gumdrop grimaced as the warm, thick goop pooled atop her head and began dripping down her
ears onto her shoulders.

Charlotte tried wiping the stuff from her brow, only to find it clinging to her hands in thick
strands. She tried to shout in protest, but the goop quickly dripped over her narrow snout and into her
mouth, causing her to sputter in disgust.

The pair flailed about in vain, only succeeding in spreading the stuff and creating a bigger,
stickier mess in the process before a series of mechanical hands descended from the ceiling and put a
sudden and abrupt stop to their efforts.

A reflexive hrrk escaped Gumdrop's mouth as a hand grabbed her snout and forcibly tugged it,
stretching her face out, while another wrapped about her neck, isolating her head from the rest of her
body.

Meanwhile, a pair of hands gripped Charlotte by her cheeks, pulling in either direction
stretching her embarrassed smile wider and wider, all while yet more hands grabbed her skirt and
pulled it down over her legs.

The goop continued to coat their bodies, forming a thick layer which helped keep the changes to
their bodies in place and softening their forms, making them more and more malleable.
Gumdrop's snout snapped back into place, shorter and blunter than before, tipped with a slightly
bulbous, triangular nose. The hands then began massaging the goop into her scalp, smoothing away her
curly hair, flattening her horns and compressing her ears smaller and smaller.

Charlotte's skirt was pressed into her ankles, the frills smoothed away, leaving her with a pair of
startlingly thick, un-lady-like thighs. Her cheeks, now thoroughly stretched out, retained their wide,
pointed shape, a friendly smile plastered across her face while more hands continued to work on her
torso, smoothing out her upper body into a soft, cartoonish and starkly un-feminine shape.

A hand gripped Gumdrop's tail by the tip and fed it through a pair of industrial rollers – tugging
and flattening it out inch by inch into a wide, paddle-like shape. Meanwhile another hand gripped her
front teeth, pulling them together and stretching the resulting mass down past her chin. When they
snapped back, she found herself with a cartoonishly oversized bucktooth protruding from her snout.

Charlotte's tail, on the other hand, was connected to a hose, pumping gallons of goop into the
dragoness. Her frilly tail rapidly ballooned outwards into a bloated, sausage-like shape which flopped
to the ground behind her unceremoniously. Meanwhile, her carefully manicured claws were deformed
into thick, stumpy paws before her very eyes.

One by one, the hands corrected their feet – stretching Gumdrop's toes out, leaving behind three
long, webbed toes – and pulling Charlotte's heels into thick, puffy paws beneath her enormous thighs.

At last, the two were doused in paint from sprayers which carefully adjusted their colors and patterns
from pinks and blues and blacks and whites to browns and greys.

When the goop finally stopped dripping and the hands released the pair – they were
unrecognizable from their former selves. So changed were they that one could hardly imagine the duo
had previously been pink, female or dragons.

Gumdrop awkwardly wobbled atop her webbed paws, her pear-shaped body now that of a
cutesy, boyish beaver. She tried, in vain, to say something, but the goo had sealed her mouth shut into a
friendly smile.

Charlotte, across from her, similarly adjusted to her new body – an equally boyish raccoon with
an enormous tail trailing behind her. Unable to communicate, her face frozen into a confident smirk,
she could only wobble helplessly as her body grew harder and harder to move.

“Now remember, I need you two to hold still, we're almost finished.” The man called over the
intercom.

The hands returned, carefully adjusting the two cartoon animals' poses – holding the tails
upright, putting the arms at just the right angle, ensuring the heads were adequately angled – all while a
final coating of quick-drying resin sprayed onto their barely-quivering forms. With a final creak of
stiffening resin, the two mascots went still.

“And there we go, as requested. Bucky Beaver and Robbie Raccoon are ready for their grand opening
debut. Satisfied?” The man asked his client.

“I would have preferred mascots that could move, but I'll take what I can get on such short notice.” The
other voice grunted. “Just find me some lookalikes for commercials and marketing.”

“I'm sure that can be arranged.” The man let out a relieved sigh. “You'll still be buying these two,
correct?”

“We'll put them out front as display pieces. Beats a pair of cardboard standees at least.”

The two resin statues were carted away, carefully packed, loaded onto a truck, and finally
delivered to their new home: Great Outdoors Sporting Goods.

Together, they flanked the front entrance, Bucky dressed in a lifejacket and fishing cap, holding
a shiny new fishing rod in his paws; while Robbie bore a hiking jacket and beanie, a sturdy backpack
on his back. Both statues welcoming customers with friendly smiles to their one-stop shopping
destination for all things outdoors!