#Centaur TF

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 21: Centaur

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“Fuck!” Derek roared as he stormed into the yard, hands clenched into tight fists. 

The werewolf was irritated over having nearly lost control of his inner wolf, and nearly wolfing out in public. Derek and Stiles had been out on a simple dinner date, when stupid Jackson had to show up and be his usual douchey self. Normally, Derek was able to keep his lupine instincts in check; however, the second that stupid Jackson had placed his hand on a clearly annoyed Stiles’s shoulder, Derek had seen red. He’d shot out of his seat and had unleashed a fearsome snarl, even baring his massive werewolf fangs in the jerk’s direction.

It had managed to get Jackson to cut his crap, but the action had also accidentally caught the attention of other patrons in the restaurant, who’d only stared awkwardly/fearfully in Derek’s direction. The ceaseless staring had totally ruined the night, and Derek had dragged Stiles out of there early, much to his chagrin.

“Der!” Stiles called out after the stomping werewolf. “It’s fine, really!”

Derek was still seething. Sure he was irritated with Jackson, yet he was more so angry with himself and how his lack of self-control had ruined his date with Stiles. Thinking about it more only served to bring out an onslaught of more anger-inducing memories about how being a werewolf was a pain in Derek’s ass.

His jaw clenched, Derek just huffed in annoyance. “It’s not fine,” he pouted. “And this whole werewolf bullshit is something that’s just going to keep causing us trouble.”

Stiles frowned and placed a tender hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Sometimes,” Derek huffed, “I wish I wasn’t a werewolf.”

On cue, a streak of light flickered through the night sky as a shooting star bolted across.

Immediately, Derek flinched as he felt a warm travel throughout his body. The first thing he noticed was that his pants were starting to grow uncomfortably tight. 

“What the hell…?” Derek wondered aloud as he looked down at himself. HIs eyes went wide as saucers when he saw his altered bulge in the front of his pants. 

His normally proportional six inches had somehow elongated, creating what looked like Derek was stuffing a ripe grapefruit in his boxers. It was obscenely large, and between his thick thighs, Derek felt balls that had to be the size of lemons. Worse was that back of his pants felt as if they’s burst at any moment.

Looking over his broad shoulder, Derek gasped at the caricature of a butt that was attached to him. His perky cheeks had somehow managed to balloon out to a crazy size, pushing further out with each second.

In his panic, Derek ripped off his pants, his breath getting caught in his throat at what he saw.

Never being one lost for words, Stiles gasped out, “Holy crap, Der! You’ve got a horse cock!”

Derek’s cock had grown to at least fifteen inches, and it was nearly as thick of his beefy wrist. His balls had swollen up to resemble baseballs. The werewolf didn’t have time to focus on that as he felt his weight being yanked back due to the increasing size of his booty.

His legs stretched out longer, causing Derek to sprout up at least two more feet in height. All he could do was stare in disbelief at his changing body, his heart beat loudly in his muscled chest as he wondered what was happening to him. His throat went dry as he witnessed his toes fusing together, his nails hardening to form hooves. 

His butt grew so big that Derek stumble back and almost fell, but he was caught by something.

Stiles’s wordless gasp mirrored his own as he looked back and saw that he’d grown an extra set of legs to offset his elongated backside. Derek blushed at how he must’ve looked, having his regular-looking torso sitting atop a lower half that was stretched out with four legs needed to keep it upright.

Derek’s altered lower half began to itch as thick, black fur sprouted all over it, covering every inch. It was glossy and looked shiny underneath the moonlight. As a final touch, Derek winced when he felt his distended backside tingle as he sprouted a long tail that swished back and forth.

The warmth finally dissipated, and Derek also felt an odd calm inside of his head, like his inner wolf was finally silenced.

“What the fuck just happened?!” Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward in his new body, his hooves clacking loudly on the ground as he struggled to get used to walking. As he moved, his huge cock dangled around freely, making his face crimson.

Stiles’s mouth was agape as he looked over his changed boyfriend. Derek’s long legs were thick with muscle, which flexed with animalistic power with every heavy step he took. “Der,” he gasped, “you’re a centaur!”

“A what?” Derek groaned, pinching his nose in irritation. “When I said that I didn’t want to be a werewolf anymore, that didn’t mean that I’d rather be a centaur instead! How the fuck am I supposed to hide this thing!?” He gestured at his horse ass and cock, which were humongous and definitely would prove to be difficult to keep from prying eyes.

Derek stopped and sniffed at the air, still maintaining a keen sense of smell. And a curious aroma was wafting off of Stiles in waves.

“R-really?” Derek asked incredulously.

Stiles bit down on his lower lip and shrugged. “I played a lot of fantasy RPGs, and always liked the centaur characters… like, a lot.”

Derek felt his shock slowly fade, and he couldn’t help but grin coyly at his boyfriend.”C��mere, I’ll give you a ride,” he chuckled.

Stiles eagerly took his hand and hopped up onto Derek’s new back, wrapping his arms around Derek’s human torso. 

Derek marveled at how weightless Stiles felt as he carried him, and he began to trot towards the house… his swaying horse cock getting harder and harder. He just hoped that Stiles knew some special stretching techniques.

[frankly-art]

A transformation sequence for systemdrake on FA! 🦍

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[cypreus-and-willow]

"Greetings from Cybertron!"

Searching for Cybertron Postcard (2022)

A Mucha style postcard featuring Windblade, Chromia and Nautica as mythological creatures of sky, land and sea on their search for Cybertron.

The Phoenix double sided bookmark

Featuring Starscream/Sunstorm as both fallen and risen Phoenix. It always just fascinates that Screamer is immortal and his clone is... well... like this.

These are the pieces that I did for Mythos: a Transformers Zine. Image descriptions in ALT

BONUS

I drew the sketch art for the cover. It's Optimus and Megatron depicted in a stained glass window.

[eggedbellies]

ngl I do fucking love centaur-dragons. that is immensely hot to me. being strapped to them, harnessed to keep their dick warm until your belly is scraping the floor; or just.. being bred them is always animalistic, unless they become totally vulnerable and lay on their back for your to ride... they're just . really hot

[amie-777]

Please hear me out...

TF141 as centaurs (I hope this hasn't been done before, I assure you I never ever read it, please tell me if I overlooked!!)

TW: for homophobia (not from one of the boys), implied abuse

There have been findings of centaurs dating back to the first humans, but the both of them never really mixed well. Their culture and traditions differencing from eachother too much. But in the modern age, its more accepted to be a centaur in a society around humans.

But centaurs don't really stay in one place for too long. They roam around the world and live as nomads in their herds. Never quite a part of somewhere, or that is how it has always been for John.

He has always been around and about, first in the herd of his family, and then with his friends..and then by himself. It's easier to find jobs surely, but it gets lonely. Then he meets Johnny, at a construction site. A younger, more eager centaur. Not quite as tall as him but surely pretty. So that's how the both of them start roaming around together. Johnny tells him stories, John exchanges his own under the starry sky. They find comfort in eachother, in their fingertips over their bodies, in their shared meals and in the way Johnny has to stretch himself a bit to kiss the older centaur, and unable to hide his blush. After a few nights of travelling John asks Johnny if they're a herd now and Johnny just holds his hand and nuzzles into him.

In another town, another moment Kyle meets Ghost. Which later becomes Simon, then Si'. Even though it is not centaur customs, Simon hides his 'human' body with a black hoodie in XL, and the lower half of his face with a handsewn mask. Kyle doesn't mind, still trots alongside him, sweats alongside him and even helps him with his nightmares. One night Kyle tells Simon a secret, one he hasn't told anyone. "My mum walked away when I was sixteen, because I liked stallions better than mares, she persisted that there is no bisexuality in centaurs, that it is a human disease." Simon holds him and shows him a secret too. The scar along his left brow, when his human dad found out, he wanted to join the military.

John and Johnny find new work, new people but never centaurs again. Until they spot Ghost and Kyle. Obviously a pair, both John's decide. But they find themselves quite drawn to all of them. So finishing their work they all decide to roam around together, forming a bigger herd, so no one has to be alone ever again.

Their free time is spent lazying around together in grass, building collapsable cots for eachother, chasing one another and loving all of them. They still tell stories under the dark sky, still kiss eachother because all of them have no one left.

But they have eachother, don't they?

Thank you for reading. I wish you a very nice day and please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes. English isn't my mother tongue and I make mistakes.

[phantasmagoreica]

person transformed into a centaur, who is scared at first about the whole transformation thing... only to become even more mortified when they realize they're basically naked and now they have a hard time hiding their massive new junk

[dorin-naga]

random tf art

[startixx]

[azeldraws]

Centaur, but make it heehaw :B

Commission for Oriontaur

[calliecho]

Noxolotaur | TF into Noxolotl Centaur

Don't see many Temtem TFs. Even fewer Temtem taurs!

Image Description: The background of both panels of this sequence have a simple teal oval with no further detail. In the first panel, Calli begins their transformation with a look of surprise. Their human features are undergoing significant changes: a second pair of eyes is opening just below their original pair, indicating the beginning of their transition to a Noxolotl. Their glasses are slipping off their face, unable to stay put amid the shifting facial structure. The transformation extends to their body where an additional pair of legs is sprouting from their lower chest, positioning their original legs to become the rear legs of their new centaur form. These changes are tearing through their clothing; what were once full-length jean pants are now shredded around their transforming legs. Calli wears a purple tank top, stretched and adjusting to their changing form. To the left, a Temcard is depicted in mid-fall. By the second panel, Calli's transformation is complete. They now resemble a centaur with the distinctive traits of a Noxolotl, including a robust and colorful mane cascading in blue, pink, and yellow hues. Their purple tank top now fully accommodates their new, larger form. Calli's hair had fully transformed to a thick, colorful mane. On the ground near their feet lie the remnants of the transformation: the broken Temcard and their shattered glasses, symbolizing the irreversible nature of their change.

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[cloud-kaiju]

A spooky Halloween piece and story I tried to do in one day!

Flash Fiction story below, apologies for any mistakes, it was done fast.

“Come on, you’re creepy, you’ve got to have something?”      

Indigo seemed to like being called creepy. The white haired goth girl beamed up at Mark, lavender eyes behind square glasses, dark leather clothes creaking as she crossed her arms. “Whaa-aaat? How’m I creepy?”    

“Well to start with you shot up like 4 cup sizes and down a foot last month.” He snorted, considering her short curvy frame, “How’d that happen anyway?”    

“Summoned a succubus.” She smirked.     

“Right,” The tall man rolled his eyes, “Well can you summon up a good costume for me? Want to really put the nightmares into people at the party, and stand out- and you are the best at custom clothes I know.”        

“Hmmm, I can, but in exchange for this pact, know that I will expect free rides from you.”     

He quirked an eyebrow, “As in uber or sexy, Miss succubus?”      

“Uh, I meant uber, you’re not really my type, but you never know.” She shrugged playfully, clapping her hands with excitement.     

“Sure, fine, alright, deal.”      

“Very well- the pact is sealed!” Indigo declared, waving her hands around dramatically, “You shall have a terrifying costume until midnight!”        

* * * * * *    

The pumpkin was hard to see out of. Mark Knight grumbled as he carefully wandered through the crowd, inflatable horse body nearly spilling some punch along the way. He felt plenty of eyes on him, cute girls dressed as nurses or cats, but with just two triangles to see out of the gourd he wore, he lacked the peripheral vision to interpret it as interest or mockery.     

“Thanks Indigo,” He grumbled gently. It was certainly a better costume than he could’ve pulled off alone, the cosplayer knew her stuff. But he wasn’t sure that a rough blazer, shirt, and bottom half of a pantomime horse could count as a really great Dullahan costume. He looked more like an awkward centaur, the back legs tied to his ankles so they flailed in sync with his actual legs.     

“AAAAAAAAAALRIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, GHOULS AND GALS! HITTING THE WITCHING HOUR, SO TIME TO SHAKE YOUR STUFF!” The DJ roared from the rough stage of the large garden party, a hefty man dressed with a circle of drums around his back like a thunder god. Mark smirked at the sight, sipped a straw through his pumpkin helmet, before prancing into the throng, busting out an excellent moonwalk as soon as enough eyes settled on him. He glided back, painted shoes scraping off the patio, unti-     

BANG!    

“Cripes!” He squealed at the deafening sound of his costume popping, the back legs going limp and heavy immediately.      

“Whoops, sorry there!” A girl laughed, circling around him to reveal what might’ve been a dryad costume, studded with wooden spikes. “Guess you got staked Draculaaaa~!”    

“Urgh, it’s meant to be a dullahan- y’know, headless horseman!” Mark’s voice must have been muffled, because she was turning to strut between dancers before he even finished talking. Plenty of eyes followed her regardless. He watched too, through the narrow eye slits, before grunting and reaching up to the pumpkin.        

DONG! DONG! DONG!  

Some old bells must have been set up for ambience on Halloween. Mark grimaced as his chin caught, and the pumpkin felt hot, his breath catching in it. 

“Grurgh, come on, stupid thing!” He cursed, voice turning light as he pulled.      

DONG! DONG! DONG!     

Blue flames sputtered. His hair felt hot. His ears burned. Panic welled in Mark’s chest as sudden fire blazed in the pumpkin, he hopped and yanked, and finally ripped the pumpkin off his shoulders.  

His viewpoint wheeled, circling and spinning as the pumpkin came off his head, strawberry red hair licked around his vision, and he saw the strangest sight- a headless body in a cheap blazed, its neck grouting the same blue flame that flared from his pumpkin, its hands fumbling, grasping-    

“Oof!” Mark recoiled as he caught something round, heavy and hairy, and some hand grabbed the base of his head. “What th-”      

DONG! DONG! DONG!     

His strange view of his body barely registered before a sudden pain came in his rear. He winced, grimacing as his ears burned and slipped up his head, and his butt suddenly exploded. A mass of black nail destroyed his shoes, thick powerful legs tore out his trousers, and a second set of legs kicked backwards to tear through the deflated remains of the costume. Dark chestnut fur flared out to red flaring fluff around the hooves as he staggered back, a long crimson tail whipping out from the body of what appeared to be a draft horse beneath him.        

DONG! DONG! DONG!      

“Gaa- wha- I’m a- a headless horseman!?” He gasped, fumbling not to drop his head as each breath felt tighter- how was he even breathing, his nose and mouth weren’t connected to the blazing stump of his neck? Then, a crunch of discomfort as his waist seemed to narrow, mass shunting up to pop the buttons of his shirt as two hefty mammaries bounced and settled on his ribs.       

“Uh… think that’s a horse-woman, actually,” The dryad murmured, staring with wide eyes.  

Mark blinked, her now feminine face flushing as she cradled her head against the soft squishy chest, hooves stamping.    

* * * * *     

“Wha-aaat, I said it’d be a good costume till midnight?” The looming demon peered out of the cottage door.        

“YEAH- AND NOW LOOK AT ME!”  The Dullahan stamped her weighty hooves off the porch, then squeaked as her head tumbled off her neck again, barely catching it.         

The goat-like creature, an eight foot amazon with curling horns, familiar white hair, four exposed boobs and four clawed arms examined her with a playful shrug. “I did warn you, that was the pact- and Rosemary is very happy to have a new body.”      

“Rosemary? Tha- what?” Mark blinked at the echoing name, feeling a tug of familiarity.     

Indigo the succubus sighed, “Was a poor mare I was tending to. Passed away but I kept the spirit around, in case I could find a way to summon her a body. Your costume was a perfect opportunity, Miss Nightmare.”

She blushed, “Right but if that was a ghost horse, and I was a guy, why’d I get so… busty?”     

“Guess you were a bit girly too. They’re fun, huh?” Indigo grinned sharp fangs. “By the way… about our deal, how about a ride?”     

“I think you might be too big to carry.” Mary flicked her tail, “Is this big demon form what happened to your car?”      

“Yeah- and I wasn’t talking about that kind.”     

* * * * * * *     

Mary rolled her shoulders as she closed up the office. Halloween decorations for the party tomorrow adorned it’s edges and several of the cars, while her own bay was packed with hay, spare hooves, a couple of saddles and fire extinguishers. Not that they were needed today- Indigo had taught her to handle a human, if shapely, form eventually, and company policy dictated that she got to work a couple of shifts on calls to rest up for how many passenger’s she’d have tomorrow. People had been prebooking the cute dullahan Uber ride like crazy!       

But that was tomorrow. For tonight, there was time to get up to mischief, and spread some nightmares. The woman skipped slightly as she walked, freckly features grinning at dreams of scaring her friends. Until a small motion flicked in her peripheral in the streetlights, a flash of white and black fur. Mary squealed, darting back in surprise at the skunk, but it was only a cat, yellow eyes staring up as her head wobbled, then tumbled off her shoulders.     

BWOOMPH!     

In an instant, as usual, her tights and skirt were obliterated, shirt tearing open she turned huge centaur dullahan, and caught her head on heaving chest. 

“Dangit, those made my butt look cute.” Mary grumbled, mourning her clothes as she caught her breath. It wasn’t a big deal, she’d just switch to using the torn fabric as PJs- come midnight, they’d turn more gothic anyway, and it was always fun to see what strange get-up her curse decided a Dullahan ought to wear.      

“Happy Halloween.” She told the cat, before trotting home.      

[ranharrafantasy]

Fever Dream

He knew he was in a dream, he had to be. He was running in a dark forest, faster and faster. He didn't know what he was running from but he was scared and all he knew is that he needed to go faster. Looking down, he saw his pants tear off and his legs bulge and grow orange fluffy fur. The fur grew rapidly until it was encasing the entirety of both his legs. He was gaining speed but he needed to be faster. Two nubs grew out of his abdomen quickly. The fear he felt was indescribable, partly from his transforming body, but mostly from whatever he was running from. Faster! He needed to be faster. The mounds of flesh quickly formed... ___

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[atomicfoolorkillthemidols]

no more of this archery shit, no more of this horse bullshit, no more of any of this

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

An Andalite TF commission I did for https://twitter.com/ShapeShifter499 and https://twitter.com/phailphox over on Twitter. Their characters are voluntary shapeshifters who thought Andalites looked neat!

[yourfavelikestf]

spoiler character/I apologize in advance because you will find no good transparent images of this guy BUT

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The Elktaur from Centaurworld! Canonically into human tf/splitting and magic triggers, even if it...doesn't go the best in canon

The Elktaur, from Centaurworld, is a TFbro!

Elktaur likes the following tropes!

Human tf, Magic based triggers, fission

[art-by-sorachi]

Andalite Aegis

I was watching a friend play Xenoblade Chronicles 2, and knowing Pyra and Mythra from Smash I suddenly had the thought of these two being Andalites from Animorphs, even if they are Blades. Pyra and Mythra © Nintendo / MonolithSoft Andalite species © Scholastic and K.A. Applegate