#deertaurs

[queewp]

deer jumpscare

[thingsaday]

Jumping on the Gravity Falls train to celebrate one of my oldest and favorite AUs - monsterfalls!

(particularly the version where Mabel is turned into a unicorn rather than a mermaid for maximum twin vibes)

I miss these guys!

[obsessivevoidkitten]

How The Elf Saved Christmas

Yandere Rudolph The Red-Nosed Deertaur x Gender Neutral Elf Reader CW: Painful Noncon, nonhuman genitalia, size difference, possessive behavior, possessive sex, jealous behavior, general yandere behavior, rut cycle, reader fucked big stupid, overstimulation, cum as lube, mention of musk Word Count: 1.3k (This is your Christmas gift from me, I hope you enjoy it <3)

It was one of the earliest years since the start of the Christmas holiday. Rudolph had just recently joined the other deertaurs that drew Santa's sleigh. Not only did he have the magic ability to fly like the others, but he also could produce a fog and snow dispelling light from his nose. He was perfect to lead the sleigh.

Well... almost perfect.

A week into December, he started acting out. Behaving aggressively towards the other deertaurs, secluding himself, and acting unusually possessive over the elf who had been assigned as his servant.

That was you. You brought him his meals and made sure he was comfortable. Normally Rudolph was very low maintenance and your job was exceedingly easy. He was always considerate of you and treated you very kindly.

But lately, Rudolph wouldn't let you out of his sight. And snapped at anyone who got near you, especially if you happened to walk by another deertaur. One time, he even looked as if he was about to stab at Blitzen with his antlers.

The reindeer even looked different. His normally kind brown eyes were more frenzied and dilated. The normally straight, soft, brown hair of his human half was unkempt. And his muscular human body was always tense.

The other deer-men knew what was going on. But it wasn't like they could get near you to tell you.

Rudolph was in rut.

And he had determined, subconsciously, that you were going to be his mate.

The other deer hybrids had gone to Santa and apprised him of the situation, but he chose to do nothing about it. Forcefully taking away a rutting deer's love interest could get very dangerous.

Besides, Christmas was fast approaching, and the fastest way out of rut was for Rudolph to satisfy his urges. And really, what was the comfort of one elf compared to the enormity of the holiday? Christmas was at stake.

In your employee contract, you had agreed to uphold the sanctity of the holiday and do everything in your power to keep Christmas safe and running smoothly. If that meant you had to be a cocksleeve for a deertaur to keep his head clear so he could guide the sleigh, then so be it.

But even Rudolph didn't know why he was so irritable or why he was so odd in his behavior towards you. Why the thought of you being near someone else or out of his side filled him with rage and anxiety.

You were completely distressed. Your boss was acting so differently towards you. You couldn't even return to your little hut. Normally, you would be dismissed at nights but Rudolph wouldn't let you leave.

Instead, you were made to sleep in his house and on his soft, low to the ground bedding.

One morning, about a week away from Christmas, you both learned why he was behaving in such an egregious manner.

Rudolph woke up before you did and something about the way you lay sprawled out with your butt up in the air and your pants slightly falling off. You woke something up in him.

All his instincts shouted at him to breed this elf that was presenting themself to him. To claim you as his mate officially.

Careful not to wake you, because he didn't want you to struggle until it was too late, he pulled your red and green pants and candy cane striped underwear down to your knees. Then he proceeded to lower himself over you until he was in position.

You were ripped violently from your dreams as extreme pain rammed through you. Rudolph, now at the height of his rut, had jammed in all in one go and with no prep.

Your tiny elf body squirmed and writhed in confusion and pain, the frantic struggles sending waves of pleasure through his cock which was embedded so well within you.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" You squeaked out through the pain.

He didn't bother replying.

Rudolph's body was all you could see above you as his strong thrusts moved you back and forth below him.

The act was raw, instinctive, and possessive. Like your personhood was being fucked away by this being much larger than you until you were reduced to his property.

Screams for help barely escaped your body. They went unanswered. Even if someone had heard you Santa would have told them to steer clear.

You cried and sobbed, powerless to remove the brute who was raping you. Though it seemed he finally had noticed the cries of his partner through his rut.

He slowed down his pace, just a bit.

Snow elves were small but extremely resilient and adaptable. That fact, combined with a slightly slower rhythm allowed you to feel a bit of pleasure as your body adjusted.

"Fuck! You feel so tight! You're just so small~ Gotta fill you with cum. Gotta breed. Gotta breed. Gotta breed..."

You whimpered as the deer man lost himself in his carnal desire to fuck you silly.

He slowed down as he came in you, and you thought you could relax. You went limp, but before you could catch your breath he started pounding into you with renewed vigor, roughly pounding you into the bedding.

Cum leaked down your thighs as his heavy balls smacked you. The smell of his musk filled the air and made you a slight bit dizzy.

The seed from the first round of breeding had lubricated you nicely, and he slid in and out of you in a much more pleasurable manner.

"You take me so fucking well!"

Your crying and sobbing gradually turned into gasps and shudders of pleasure as over the course of the next several hours you came over and over until you couldn't react anymore.

You just lay there and take, completely senseless and overstimulated. Weeping not from pain but from the sensations of seemingly endless mating.

Finally he came in you hard and left himself in a while before pulling out completely. His dick left you with a lewd squelch as at least a gallon of semen dripped from your well worn hole.

For the first time in weeks he finally felt somewhat clear headed.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry."

Rudolph picked you up, cleaned you, and fed you. You were too tired to protest.

The deertaur was remarkably tender for someone who had just taken you against your will, treating you like a snowflake that would vanish under the slightest mistreatment.

It was odd being served by him for a change. But you were too out of it to really give it much thought.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more gentle. But I'm not sorry that you're my mate now."

He was still in rut, and every single day leading up to Christmas Eve, he made you endure an hours long breeding session. You smelled just like him. As if his scent was ingrained in you at a cellular level.

Luckily, his rut ended just in time for him to be able to complete his job, guiding the sleigh without a hitch.

You tried to escape while he was out with Santa, but the higher up elves informed you that you had a new assignment.

You had to live with Rudolph permanently to make sure he never got wild again. His partner had to live with him. If they took you from him now, even outside of rut, he'd go insane. And he performed a very important task by leading the sleigh.

You should have felt honored. Not many elves got to personally save Christmas.

[catbatart]

Tried to whip together a less sketchy reference for my centaur dream-domain cleric, Melete!

[keystrokecascade]

Happy to announce I finally commissioned art of the deertaur that only lived in my head until now and they're cute!!

and the pfp too

Thank you so much to @sealdeer for drawing it!!!

[jayrockin]

Anonymous asked: Talita, did you ever get sick growing up? Or did growing up surrounded by different species spare you from that trouble?

Dr. Zhou was a human pediatrician who only had some xenomedicine experience with avians, but there were no other local xenophysicians in the Garriton cylinder when Talita was surrendered to human foster care.

[pizzpizzapizzo]

since i've given up on following prompts, today's art is just a thing i've long wanted to draw

delightful taur design by @nullfacedthing

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

I wanted to traumatize Arthur with one of my favorite stranger missions.

I think killing a genuine Sphinx would rattle Arthur a bit. Not because he has never killed other monsters before, but because it was so unexpected and it was a *sphinx.* it is the species of Dutch, he killed a creature he should show respect and obedience to (in his gut feeling). It was life or death and he killed her and now he has to look at her dead face before him.

Time passes and he thinks about how even if he could talk to her, she was visibly sick and mentally ill. Who knows how long she was kept in that traveling circus (maybe since childhood)? Who seemed hungry, her wings were clipped too. She seemed small for her species and apparent age (malnourished?).

It’s a scary reality to see how monsters are treated by humans. It’s scary how he has to wear a thin disguise and walk amongst humans like he is one of them. He is terrified of returning to Dutch and knowing what a Sphinx looks like with a bullet between its head.

@eggsaladsweetie

[felis77]

GBC QUD

3x size. In-game colors (except Mamon's) on bottom row, canon or canon-leaning colors on top row.

[elliegoose]

sometimes you take some weird edibles containing TaurHC and they give you a whole second set of legs ;3

comm for @rainy-deer

[ranharrafantasy]

Oh Deer!

After walking out of the sports store with hunting gear, Sean was accosted by an animal rights activist in the parking lot. He brushed it off, put his firearm in the trunk, and got into the drivers seat. Closing the door, the last words he heard were 'how would you feel if you were one of the deers?" He slammed his door and sped off for home to pack for his hunting trip tomorrow, not knowing the fate that would befall him overnight. Needless to say he will have to cancel his hunting trip…

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More Transformation content at link in bio <3

[queewp]

more ford cuz i practiced drawing lions

+ dipper failing to ask Ford questions LOL

[breath-of-the-gay]

Kiki!

I have many thoughts about a Horse Machina (And a Mighty Neighn...?) AU. Which is unfortunate. Because centaurs are PAINS to draw.

[asdeadasasquirrel]

I see and love your super cool deertaur! Alastor fanart and I raise you….. 👽✨ Andalite! Alastor ✨👽

[catbatart]

Uh oh, Gamers. I've got a new DnD character. Melete (she/they- pronounced "Mih-lee-tee") is a CN Centaur Dream Cleric for the setting/campaign "Black Ballad" by Storyteller's Forge! The premise is- everyone in the party has died and the adventure takes place in the afterlife.

She began life as a playful, benevolent fey who eased the dreams of human children and led them on fun little adventures through the woods.

As The War (tm) approached her territory, she became progressively more desperate and violent to protect both her fey and the children.

We're starting the game at level 11, so by the time she died (in glorious battle,) she was a guerilla commander/witch leading her fey comrades to sabotage warmachines and kill soldiers.

Anyway, I just came up with her Monday and I am Attached.

[martimer-underground]

Look at them!? Sillies...

Stan Twins | My Oc...