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My half of an art trade with HumanimalZoo. Haven’t done a girl this furry before, but it was fun to morph DawnWillow There may be a futa version with a smuttier story eventually if I get around to it, if I do it will be up on tumblr later this week
The fake black spotted tail hung limply over the back of her shorts and she gave her round butt a shake to make it wag. It just didn’t have the same enthusiasm as a real tail. A dogs tail was supposed to wag enthusiastically, not flop about limply. She sighed, wishing it was a real tail, she would look so cute with a tail. She had to settle on making a little dog themed outfit, it was the closest she could come to being a dog. She took out a plastic headband with two floppy black and white ears and slipped it onto her head. She ruffled her hair until the ears poked out of it. They also looked cute, but they didn’t look real, not really. She pawed around in her bed stand drawer looking for her collar, she swore she had left it in here last time she wanted to play puppygirl. As she bent over to get a better look in the drawer she felt something odd. It felt like she was being tapped by something stiff and fluffy, it swatted her thigh a few times before topping.
She ignored the sensation once it stopped, unaware that as the fake tail was gaining heft and detail, it was also starting to stir, lightly wagging to and fro as it lifted up behind her. Within a few seconds it had gone from an obviously fake prop to a very realistic dogs tail. Small white hairs faded from it’s end onto her back and a light bit of white fur with black spots seemed to be growing outward from the base of the tail.
She continued to search the drawer but a car door closing from the neighbors yard made her ears twitch, but not her original ones, those seemed to have disappeared and the sound now caused her canine ears to move in the direction of the sound. She stifled a feeling in her chest that made her want to snap at the car and the only noise that came out was more a muted growl than anything. She shook her head, feeling a bit confused for a moment as odd instinctual thoughts fluttered in her consciousness. She scratched at her floppy ears in confusion.
She froze, the confusion she had felt the moment prior was gone, the air sucked out of the room and a cold chill made her sit upright with a frightened yelp. She slowly touched her ear… except the only ear she found… and felt was the black spotted dog ear. She pulled on it slightly, it didn’t feel attached to a hairband, it felt attached to her head. Her tail wagged with excitement at the prospect she actually had canine ears, like a real dog. She felt her tail whacking the pillow behind her and she looked over her shoulder to find a dalmatian’s tail happily wagging. She nearly shouted she was so excited, she had a real tail and ears and… and fur. Fur was growing… everywhere, all over her body the black and white hairs were sprouting, and her nose was starting to look darker and thicker.
She watched as her fingernails darkened and became pointed, hardening into small claws. She could feel her jaw stiffen as her canines lengthened. Her nose pushed out slightly giving her the barest hint of a muzzle and she had to struggle to remove her clothes as her body finished growing a coat of black spotted dalmatian fur.
She sat there with her shorts around her knees, shirt hanging loosely off of her chest, a smile on her face. She didn’t need toys to look like a cute doggygirl anymore, she really was one. She looked back toward her stand and something pointy and red caught her eye.
Well maybe there was one toy she still needed…
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Workin’ on a art trade with https://humanimalzoo.deviantart.com/ Might have it done today, if not tomorrow night. It’s coming along pretty good, so stayed tuned if you like Dalmatians
As you shift you feel the swollen pink mass sways heavily, slapping against your leg firmly. Each step causes it’s mass to tug lightly, but the strain is more enticing than annoying. Every breeze that caresses it’s surface causes a chill to run up your spine as your teats stiffen and enlarge. They feel so intense, it’s an active struggle to keep your hands off of them and you wonder why you bother. It’s not like you don’t need to milk your udder, it’s been hours, it feels so hot and tight, if it wasn’t so full you swear it would slosh with milk as you walked, but the skin is stretch taut and you are going out of your mind waiting. It feels so good letting it get this full though, you thought it would hurt, but it’s a fever dream of wonderful near pain.
You sit down gently, and your heavy udder plops onto your lap heavily, it weighs a lot and it takes you a moment to get comfortable with it filling your lap so much. It feels so good touching it, it’s hard to stop, but you don’t want to give in yet. The soft smooth flesh is hot against your legs, you can feel it pulsing with energy, with hot cream waiting for your touch. A single tug at one of your thick teats would be enough to unleash a torrent of milk, you bite your lip at the thought as you try and hold on.
Your hands tremble as you let them barely touch the pink shape in your lap, it’s almost radiating heat. You wonder how much bigger it will get, it doesn’t feel like it would ever stop… Every moment is torture, the pressure is so intense now and your udder is bigger than it’s ever been. Your teats are standing erectly, small drops of milk occasionally bead and drip from it even without your eager hands touch. You feel them slide down your hot flesh only to drip on to your leg. It’s so hot it nearly stings as it splashes against your thigh. You have to adjust a little , spreading your legs out from under the heavy weight of your udder. The bigger it gets the more it weighs, and it’s filling so rapidly you need a reprieve from it’s mass before your leg falls asleep. As you lower it to the cool floor you gasp loudly. The temperature difference is enough that you jump a little and a few droplets of milk spurt from your teats.
You try not to moan lewdly as you trace a circle around two of your teats, you wish you had more hands, two is never enough when you have four thick teats aching to be pulled. You can’t wait to finally give in, it feels so much better like this, waiting until you can barely move it’s so full and sensative. Your breath comes in raggedly, you wish you could stay here on the edge for ever, you almost feel ashamed that this feels so good.
You hear the sound of milk dripping on the floor, white splatters on the wood beneath you. Your so full now it’s starting to leak, and the need to unleash a torrent of milky pleasure is making you melt as you eye the rigid pink teats. You can’t take your eyes off them, they are so tantalizingly big, and wet with cream as it seeps from them more and more. You can’t even touch your udder now without it spraying a fine mist of milk, but if you were to grab hold of one of those teats you fear you would black out it felt so good. You continue to resist, holding your breath for no reason as if it gives you more willpower, or maybe it just distracts you. Either way you can’t help but to gently press on your udder periodically, entranced by the puddle forming beneath you.
It feels so tight and heavy now, you doubt you could stand, your not going to be able to move until you attend to it, but that doesn’t bug you, you aren’t going anywhere and there is only one thing on your mind. You lean forward just a little, feeling it pressing against your groin and abdomen. The slight increase in pressure causes the flow from your teats to reach a small if steady stream and the puddle beneath you grows larger. Your legs are getting wet, warm white cream pooling beneath you. The feeling of your weight leaning against your udder makes you light headed… why do you like this so much. You can something deep within your chest building, a heavy instinctual feeling. The more you lean forward the stronger it gets, your lips tremble as you feel it start to rush out of you, and as your fingers wrap hold of your painfully hot teats you let out a bellowing Moo that threatens to shake you apart.Alabaster stream arc from beneath you in sequence, one after another as you roughly tug your teats in tandem. Each of your four teats is like a white hot lance in your mind, four pin points of bright pleasure in the darkness that is the world around you. No other sense or sensations reach you, just the haze of a climax that doesn’t end, and wont end until you milk every drop of it.
Well, last night was the closest I’ve had to an actual TF dream before. I was walking around outside with my stepfather, and we found out that everyone had mutant powers. Never learned what his were, but I suddenly had paws and actually digitigrade legs which felt neat to walk on in the dream. Other than that I seemed resistant to cold temperature and able to issue simple commands to dogs with my mind. I was like the canine version of aquaman lol.
But it was fun actually feeling the woobly balance and spring forward with each step, i’m a bit surprised at the level of detail there, wish I’d had a tail though.
Sarah grinned as he looked at her dark haired friend Erin, admiring the way her short black hair framed her face, her stunning eyes, and most importantly, the nose that looked just a little too long for her face. Sarah was trying to be sympathetic to Erin, but there was just something about watching her friends nose grow that turned her on.
“It really doesn’t look as bad as you think it does, I actually kinda like it, it’s cute.”
“That’s not funny, you aren’t the one with a huge nose.” Erin said grumpily.
Sarah scoffed. “It’s hardly huge, and it’s not like you lie often anyhow. I think you should just embrace it, it’s supposed to shrink back if you go a couple days without lying right?”
Erin sulked. “Yeah I guess… Still, you aren’t the one cursed.”
Sarah grabbed hold of her friends hands and pulled her into a hug. She knew that Erin had always been a little attracted to her, and this was the perfect time to use that to her advantage. “So…. what does a girl like me gotta to to get a sexy big nosed girl to give her a little attention. I know you want me as much as I want you…”
Erin blushed. “W-what, no I… I’m not into girls!” Her nose twitched and pushed out another two inches, now nearly touching her blonde friends face. Erin tried to push herself away but Sarah held her close. “Let me go Sarah!”
Sarah grinned but didn’t let go. “Aww, look how cute your nose is.. all the girls are gonna love you.”
“S-shut up, I’m not gay.” Her nose pushed forward until it squished against Sarah. Sarah grabbed hold of Erin’s ass and squeezed it “I’ll let go if you really want me to. Do you want me to stop touching you?”
“Yes!” Erin’s nose grew even larger and her face turned a deep scarlet. “Stop it Sarah, I…I want you to let go.” She didn’t believe her own words and she had to turn her head as to not poke her friend in the eye, her nose was at least sixteen inches long now and she knew Sarah was getting off on watching it grow. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Sarah enjoying it so much was makin it feel… sexy?
Sarah reached up and lightly touched Erin’s long nose, making the girl squeak in suprise. It felt… good, and though she looked like she wanted Sarah to stop, both girls knew she didn’t want her to let go.
“Lie for me.” Sarah said in a suddenly serious tone while continuing to grip her nose. “Make it grow for me.”
Erin was dying of embaresment but she let out a muffled sound. “I’m not attracted to you.” Sarah felt Erin’s nose swell, growing another three inches. Erin’s voice was shakey. “I… I don’t want to have sex with you. I’m… I-i’m not gay, I’m not gay, I’m not gay!” Her voice rose and her nose surged forward, Sarah had to let go as inch after inch pushed outwards, until three feet of pure nose stood straight from her dark haired friends face.
“Oh my god, what did I do… It’s… it’s huge..”
“That is so hot… ”
“It’s not on your face!”
Sarah leaned in and kissed her friend on the lips, feeling her long nose squish against the side of her head.
Erin’s face was redder than ever and she broke the kiss after a moment, looking down shyly and wincing as she felt the weight of her nose move with her. She muttered another lie under her breath and felt it grow again… she didn’t want to admit it, but Srah getting so turned on by it was making her kind of enjoy it growing. She told another white lie and watched as it hit three and a half feet in length. She whimpered softly, why was this turning her on so much.
Sarah watched her friend tell another lie without her prompting her, she was clearly getting into the spirit of it. She felt bad for cursing her friend like this, but she knew it wouldn’t take much to get her to like it…
Rereading the lines for the fourth time she clears her throat and prepares to make her wish. As her mouth opens she feels a force compel her, and her words are not the ones she intended. No, they are things she would never say aloud, secret desires. Her eyes went wide as the words left her lips, falling out of her like water held in her hands.
“I.. Wish… I… Was… A… Catgirl..” The words were plucked out of her by the book, she was fully aware, but sounded like she was in a trance.
People knew she loved cats, and a few had even seen her collection of art related to catgirls, but not a soul knew she wished to be one. She had always wanted to have a long fluffy tail and pointed ears covered in fur. She wanted to wear a collar with her name on it and to be able to purr. These were thoughts she thought late at night when she was alone, or when she browsed her computer and had a level of anonymity, never something she would say out loud, where other people could hear. The words had been spoken though, they had left her lips, not of her brains accord, but from her heart, and as hard as she tried to be upset by it, all she felt was joy, a childish glee like Christmas morning. The book was hot to the touch, it’s pages luminous even in the bright sterile light of the library. She felt her skin buzz as energy flowed up her arms and down her body, emanating from the book she couldn’t let go of if she wanted to.
Her hair standing up, the electric rush sent shivers down her spine and she felt it twitch and arch oddly. Her arms felt like she was holding live wires, the electric tingle was keeping her hands immobile. She watched as more and more hairs seemed to sprout from her forearms, growing into a thin layer of fluffy orange brown fur. The electricity continued to low up her arms, traveling up until her head buzzed fiercely. She felt a pinching feeling, like someone had hold of her ears and if she had been able to let go of the book she surly would have felt the strangle pointed shape and angle as they shifted up her head. The ears were lightly furred like her arm now, and the two orange pointed shapes parting her long blonde hair looked just like those of a cat.
She could feel it, feel herself actually turning into a cat, a catgirl, just like the ones she liked to look at. A rush of emotions filled her, she could feel the start of a small tail lifting her skirt up and she cursed herself for not wearing panties today. She had a tail… this… was awesome. She didn’t care if anyone saw, if everyone knew she was into catgirls, she didn’t even care that they would easily see her ass and maybe even her pussy at the right angle. The further the changes went the more excited she was, the more she tried to will them on. She wished she could run her hands down her furry thighs, wished she could tug on the fluffy tail that was growing longer by the second, wished she could grip her thick ass and-
She realized her hips and ass were swelling, growing more pronounced until her skirt was a little tight around her waist. It covered even less now, but she didn’t care, her butt felt so large, so plush, she couldn’t only imagine how much it would jiggle when she moved and the thought made her wish her hands were free even more. If only she could let go of the book for a moment she could take care of the building heat that was distracting her from just how good it felt to have the magic inside her.
It felt so good that she was worried she was going to cause a scene if it went on any longer, she wasn’t sure how long she could resist how good it felt without succumbing to pleasure. The magic energy seemed to sputter and wane, the warm pleasure became a dull glow and even though she didn’t want it to turn her all the way into a cat, she missed the feeling of the books power. Her hands suddenly came free and she stumbled back, leaning against a nearby table for support. Her breath was ragged and she couldn’t help but give a grin that exposed pointed teeth. She couldn’t believe it, she really was a… cat, a catgirl, with a rather thick backside. She rubbed her ass, feeling how big and soft it was, light fur dusting it’s sides. She could hardly believe that she was out in public, looking as feline as she did human, and rubbing her thick cheeks, but it was real, and it felt great…
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It’s almost TF-Witch’s birthday, and i think we are gonna replace her old cheap dildo. Leaning toward getting something of a more equine persuasion from bad dragon. Might be going with the grey,brown,black one (middle left). It reminds us of a donkey and you know we like it Hehaaaawt in the bedroom ;)
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Tomorrow is the start of my 13 days of Halloween, so I hope you are ready for nearly two weeks of spooky and sexy TFs! (still have to finish 2 of them, but I’ll get them done before it’s time to upload them)
“Okay, sugar, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, eggs, pumpkin puree, evaporated…. SHIT!” Amanda swore loudly as she pawed through the cans in the pantry looking for the can of evaporated milk to finished grandma’s homemade pumpkin pie recipe.
Sadly the can was non existent and after a few frustrated minutes of looking she gave up in defeat. She really didn’t want to drive into town, but she had already got the ingredients out and it was sort of a tradition of hers to make a pumpkin pie this time of year. The tall brown haired girl muttered under her breath as she went to go get ready.
She went to turn when she spied something in the back behind all the other cans, something that shined oddly, almost glowed, she reached in and yanked her hand back in surprise when something bit her. She brought her finger to her mouth and her eyes went wide as a small glowing figure almost floated out from the pantry.
“Hey, watch yourself big hands, you almost crushed me!” Shrieked a shrill and small voice. The figure looked up at the tall woman with a sly smile. “What, never seen a fairy before?”
“F-fairy?”
“Thaaaats what I said yeah… you big ones are always a bit slow on the uptake aren’t ya? No matter… what were you looking for anyway bighands?”
“My N-names Amanda, and I was… I’m loosing my mind aren’t I, I’m talking to a pixie that fell out of my food pantry…”
“PIXIE! Well, now you have just gone and made me mad miss Amanda bighands.”
“I… I’m sorry, you just…. I just needed to find my can of evaporated milk…”
“Well how about this, I’ll make sure you never run out of milk again, and you can just evaporate it yourself!” The spiteful fairy hummed and grew bright for a moment before a cloud of sparkly dust shot straight into Amanda face. The fairy flew in close to the coughing girl who tried to swat her away as she gagged. “Next time, learn some manners instead of trying to crush and insult everything!”
Amanda was left dumbfounded and gasping as the fairy disappeared as suddenly as it had emerged. Her disappearance wasn’t what concerned her though, the tingling in her chest and the static charge that left her hair on end was what worried her. As she caught her breath she started to feel the tingle in her chest grow into a burning heat, it encompassed her breasts and a region just below them and she could only watch in dismay and shock at what was to come.
The area below her chest started to swell, started to grow large and round and, she paused, was that… did she have… She gingerly touched what for all intents and purposes seemed to be a second set of breasts. They felt like breasts, they felt just like her top breasts, hot and full. All four of her breasts gre larger and larger by the moment, and her shirt strained to contain them, strained to keep them concealed, struggle to stay dry as her breasts started to let down a small but steady drip of milk. The more time passed the stronger the flow, the more intense the pressure, the larger they grew… they also looked kind of pink beneath her shirt for that matter.
Amanda stripped her milk sodden clothes off and saw her four heavy, pinkish, milk leaking breasts under the light of the kitchen for the first time. The pressure was so much, she groaned and had to lean back on the counter, she couldn’t decide if it felt good or terrifying, but what she did know was that she felt so full of milk she couldn’t think straight.
Maybe it was the milk making it hard to think, or maybe it was just the pressure building to each side of her head, her skull felt like it was about to burst and she couldn’t stand another moment of the intense building. Eventually a quick and sharp pain brought relief and the pressure subsided, but as she moved she felt an unusual weight and she poked herself hard as she tried to find out what was happening. Her hands fumbled around something pointy and hard that seemed to be quite attached to her skull. It took Amanda a moment before she realized that poking out from her brown hair was a bovine set of horns.
She wanted to run, to flee from the kitchen, abandoning her plans to make pie and hopefully finding out this was all a dream or that the fairy was still here and willing to undo this. She took a step forward and nearly fell as her toes cracked and twisted before becoming hard and stiff. The flesh darkened and merged together and she had to quickly kick off her heels before the dark swollen lumps that were her toes ripped through the poor footwear. Amanda’s eyes went wide as she lightly clopped across the floor on shaky legs and, she closed her eyes and tried to convince herself they were real, that she didn’t have hooves.
As she breathed heavily, milk dripping down her chest, hooves loud on the wooden floor, she started to notice an odd sensation. Her skin itched and tingled like it had fallen asleep, and as she opened her eyes she witnessed small white hairs beginning to grow in all over her body. Amanda groaned again, this time in a more bovine below than she intended, as her back arched and her spine clicked and cracked. Her eyes blurred and she saw stars for a moment as new vertebrae formed and pulled her spine. It didn’t take long until a long hairless shape of flesh hung behind her, and it flicked to life as it too began to be covered by the white fur.
She held her tail in her hand, it felt soft and warm and she couldn’t help but to enjoy touching it. Her nose began to itch and her nostrils flared as her lips and teeth became a bit numb. She felt her face push outwards slightly as her nose thickened and turned a shade of pink. It wasn’t but a few moments until she had a near muzzle and the tingle moved to her ears. She felt them grow in size swiftly, rapidly reaching a elongated shape that hung below her horns to each side. The last thing to change was a gradual darkening of her fur in certain areas until a cow like pattern of spots and blotches left her looking ever more like she belonged in a dairy.
Amanda nearly passed out when she caught her reflection in the metal side of her toaster, she looked more cow than girl at this point. She squeezed one of her quartets of breasts and watched it spray milk into her sink liberally. She sighed after milking herself for a few minutes and grabbed a kettle from a cabinet and turned on her stove, wondering how long it would take to make some homemade evaporated milk.
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My entry into the Photomanip Discord’s Magic Challenge
Maybe it was cliched, but October had always been her favorite time of the year. The cool weather and colorful leaves made for a beautiful season, and nobody paid mind to her dressing up like a witch all month. They just assumed she was a Halloween enthusiast, and while that wasn’t untrue, the steeple hat was as much a nod to her alewife ancestors as a not so subtle hint at her current profession. Her business was that of witchcraft, specifically brewing potions and tonics for various mundane and mystical uses.
Today she was enjoying a rather windy October first, glad to have the heat of stuffy late September blown out of her house and some fresh air in the old cottage. The smell of crisp morning air mixed with that of dried herbs and… milk? She stopped for a moment before recalling the business at hand, today she needed to brew up a potion that would help a local farmer’s dairy remain operational. This year had been a tough one, and if his cows didn’t stop under producing her might be forced to sell the farm. He had been a family friend for years and she still fondly remembered picking pumpkins out of his garden at Halloween as a kid. She smiled wistfully as she collected the ingredients she needed on to her table and started to measure of how much she needed of what.
As she separated and mixed the contents a strong gust of wind whipped through the cottage. A small opened pouch of a powder was blown into her face and she launched into a sneezing fit. Her sneezes were so violent she accidentally overturned the half completed potion she had been at work on and it’s contents splashed over her chest.
Her breasts tingled and her back hurt immediately, her eyes went wide when she realized that potion was less inert at this stage than she had imagined. The potion was clearing having some sort of effect on her and she could give a few guesses at what was going to happen. There was a sharp pinching feeling below her breasts followed by a dull ache and some pressure, she reached down and even through her clothing she could feel… was that a nipple? She felt the other side and there was a second one, slowly she lifted her shirt and groaned loudly at the sight of all four of her breasts. As soon as the fabric was lifted her breasts almost sensed the room to grow and started to swell, she tried in vain to hold them still, to push them back, but her hands rapidly filled with soft boob flesh.
As she struggled to contain her expanding bosom she didn’t notice that her nose had stayed pink from her sneezing, and the color had spread until the entire front of her nose was a rosy color. It also looked wider, thicker, from the bridge to the tip it was taking on a rather broad shape. Her ears had begun to have pins and needles, a numb feeling like they had fallen asleep and if she hadn’t been so concerned by the increasingly large and heavy breasts in her hands and arms, she might have noticed how large her ears were. They had become round and large, a light layer of fuzzy hair, fur really, had grown over them and was the same color as hers.
Her back still ached like she had slept on the ground, and the only thing that stopped her fretting over her huge breasts and there decidedly teat like nipples was the cracking and popping as her spine suddenly lengthened. She grit her teeth and saw stars, not so much in pain as just blindsided by the intense sensation. She leaned against the table to balance herself as new vertebrae formed and a long thick tail grew out from above her ass which had also grown a bit thicker and more plump. As she slowly began to process her surroundings once more she noticed the long swaying tail. It was as thick as her wrist and she could feel the weight of it as it moved. She ran her hand down the length and shivered as she felt her hand caress the new part of her for the first time. Soft skin, soft fur, a tuft of black fur at the end… she stopped touching it when she heard the sound of something dripping onto the table. It was the splatter of milk… she looked down at her chest and saw that she had indeed achieved a rather potent amount of milk production, just not for a cow. Her breasts felt almost painfully full, heavy and hot as they still swelled with milk. She tugged and pull at her many nipples trying to milk herself faster than she produced the cream, trying to do anything to stop the pressure.. at least from getting worse. Currently it actually felt a bit nicer than she was ready to admit. Tugging her four teats and spraying fine jets of milk into a nearby bucket made her face red and her loins ache.
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The young blonde haired woman got down on all four, her legs were shaky and she couldn’t manage to keep her balance on trotters yet. Trotters… she had real pig’s feet, hooves instead of digits, hard and unyieldly. It was this lack of digits currently preventing her from figuring out a way to turn herself back. Instead she was crawling around like an animal trying not to think about how porcine she looked now. A flat snout, curled tail, big floppy ears, she was as much pig as girl at this point and it was disturbing how natural it felt to be on all fours. Her mind was actively fighting against her, pig like instincts struggling to dominate her thoughts, but she wasn’t about to be stuck as a pig forever. She grit her teeth and banished the bestial thoughts from her mind and focused on that task at hand… hoof… whatever, she just needed to focus and stop squealing and oinking so loud before the neighbors heard…
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Back in 2015 I did a 13 image series I released over 13 days in October called The 13 Days Halloween TFs. It included a Werewolf, Pumpkingirl, Bat, Frankenstein Monster, Drider, Succubus, Rat, Harpy Crow, Vampire, Black Cat, Creature from the Black Lagoon, Zombie, Gargoyle. (The collection in entirety below)
https://tf-warlock.deviantart.com/gallery/64206971/13-Days-of-Halloween
I’m thinking of picking it back up this year, feel free to shoot some Halloween themed TF ideas at me, repeats of the first year are fine
Normal Version (you are here)
Futa Version (http://tf-warlock.tumblr.com/post/165336129857/futa-version-you-are-here-normal)
“Does this goat’s milk taste funny to you?”
“Actually… It tastes pretty good, better than it normally does.”
“Exactly… I wonder if they got new goats or a new milker or something.”
“Yeah it must be something like that… It used to have that barnyard taste to it, I didn’t really want to ever drink it plain but now…”
“It’s so sweet and clean now… We have to buy some more of this next time we drive by that farm.”
“definitely!”
The verdict was in, Greenfield Grove Organic Goat’s Milk was getting rave reviews and was struggling to meet demands. Something about the milk had suddenly changed, the goats seemed happier, healthier, and produced twice as much milk as they had. Gabrielle had only recently started working on the farm, but even she could tell how drastically the quality of the milk had gone up. It had actually got her kind of curious, just how did the old farmer manage to improve his farm so much seemingly overnight? She had checked out the milking area, the machine was the same one that had been there when she got hired, the barn was clean but there was nothing special about it, the pasture seemed normal as ever, nothing was out of place.
She hadn’t been able to get a single clue from the old man as to his secret, but he was quick to remind her not to go into the forest behind the farm and she soon became suspicious of his reasons. One day, while the farmer was making a run into town, Gabrielle decided that she was going to find out what he had hidden in the woods behind the barn one way or another. It was a particularly hot day, cloudless sky, no breeze, the ground desperate for rain (not that you could tell with how lush the farm looked) Gabby was happy to be under the shade of the trees and was confident the goats would be fine for a few minutes of her exploration.
As she hopped over the fence and made her way to the dense trees she felt a cool breeze that drifted out of the foliage carrying the scent of clovers and fresh dew. She could almost feel an aura of refreshing spring about the place and she instantly felt at ease. Maybe the farmer wasn’t really hiding anything, maybe this was just his secret spot to get out of the summer heat, maybe…
She heard a noise coming from in further in the trees. It sounded… melodic, almost like a birdsong… but she was sure she heard a mans voice. As she strained to make out what she was hearing she heard a sound that was unmistakably a goats bleat. One of the animals must have gotten loose somehow, she thought as she moved to what looked to be a small path into the trees. The faint trail weaved through the dense trees and she quickly lost sight of the farm behind her as she entered the woods. It took her a few moments of bushing through bushes and past overhanging branches until she came out into a clearing. There was a small field inside the woods, about a twenty foot circle of grass with a particularly talk oak in it’s center that gave the area a good amount of shade. Below the tree she spied the horns of one of the goats hiding in the grass.
“Hey there little fella, how did you get all the way out here?”
The shaped in the grass rustled and stirred and Gabrielle took a step back as it lurched to it’s feet groggily. The shape grew into a human sized figure, easily four and a half feet tall. The man if you could call him that, had oddly bent fur covered legs ending in two cloven hooves and had a large pair of horns poking out of the top of his bushy hair next to his floppy ears. His chest was covered in a fluffy mound of chest hair and he had a small goatee and a big nose. As she yawned and scratched his side he eventually noticed the slack jawed dark haired girl at the other end of the clearing.
“Wha-a-aat do we have here!? A maiden, lost and forlorn in the den of the lonely satyr, ah tis true, fate must have planned this day to be. Pray tell, what is your name sweet maiden?”
“Y-you spoke!” Gabrielle stammered. “Y-you’re a goat… a goat man..”
“A satyr to be precise maiden, but I am more curious, who are you? You aren’t the old farmer, maybe his daughter, or simply a lost traveler?”
“I… I’m Gabby… Gabrielle, I work at the farm and I thought that… I must be crazy, I’m talking to a goat. Maybe I got heatstroke and I’m hallucinating.” Gabrielle doubted her senses and watched as the short furry man approached her, his steps a graceful trot that showed of his dexterity despite his digitigrade stance.
“Ga-a-a-a-brielle? Such a beautiful name for a maiden, and you say you are in the employ of the farmer? Are you here for another blessing then, so soon?”
“B-blessing?”
“I though… ” He paused an then let out deep laugh. “Crafty old man he is, keeping my gifts a secret. And you, you are here to uncover his duplicitous nature am I right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “It is magic my young maiden, old and powerful magic, the same which keeps this land lush and verdant year in and year out. The same which keeps the green a secret that most never learn. I have been want of companionship these long years and when I spied the old timer tending to his flock I had to see if he was worthy to share a drink with.” He pulled a leather wineskin from a small belt she had not noticed him wearing and uncorked it’s stopper before taking a deep drink. As she finished he swooned and swayed, his face flush and his grin earnest. “Strong as ever… care for a drink?” He waved the wineskin at her.
Gabby didn’t reach for the drink, still convinced this was a dream or a hallucination. She started to move toward the edge of the clearing.
“Ga-a-a-abby… leaving so soon? Tis rude to refuse my hospitality, mayhap a demonstration of the power of the green to convince a doubtful maiden of my potency yes?” He dropped the wineskin to the ground and started to dance. Gabby was a bit taken aback by the scene before her, but the swaying hips of the small goatman left her transfixed. She watched the graceful dance with a sense of awe, it felt unnatural, as if he wasn’t moving but the ground was shifting beneath him giving him the illusion of motion. She felt time pass, and she couldn’t tell if minutes or years were flowing by. A overwhelming sense of calm and life filled her with a primal joy that left her drained and spent as the furry mans twirling ceased.
The satyr took a moment to collect himself and then looked at Gabrielle with a grin. “Ah what beauty! I have outdone myself this time, a maiden like you was a perfect gardens to bear the fruit of my power.”
Gabby fell back on to her ass and blinked in confusion, suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings once more. She was still in the grove with the odd goatman, and she felt… she felt strange. She raised her arms and looked at the layer of furry hair growing from them, she moved and felt her body jiggle with a healthy amount of chubby fat that had not been there before. Her breasts hung from her chest heavily, large and pink in color, her nipples hanging low like the teats of a goat. Her eyes went wide. “Y-you turned me into a goat!?”
“A goat? Don’t be absurd Gabrielle, you are still a most lovely of maiden, I just gave you the same blessing I gave the farmers flock. Tis true it has altered your nature a bit, but giving you such a fertile form tis a blessing! To have such a natural countenance and physique, you look divine.”
“I look like a go-o-o-a-a-a-t…” She didn’t noticed her voice breaking into a rough bleat but the satyr could barely hide his grin, she would make a far better companion than the old farmer had, he was only good for drinking more than his share of his wine. Gabrielle on the other hand was a vision, a canvas he had masterfully painted whether or not she appreciated his artistry. She would come to understand the magic of the green in time, there were so many things he had to show her…
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Still dragging my feet writing. Have multiple finished images waiting to be uploaded. I mean, it’s still better than depression or artist block leaving me without any content to upload, but I’d like to have more stuff up for you guys =\ Hopefully the writing bug bites me soon so I can get back to making the stories to go with the images. (PS: I don’t want/need help writing stuff, but TY anyhow)
Thirteen Days of Halloween TFs Day 5 Vampire
For the life of her she couldn’t figure out how her fake vampire teeth were being held in place, theirs was nothing to hold them on and yet the were sturdy looking even. In fact, she tried giving them a little tug and found they were VERY firmly attached, her brow furrowed as she tried once again to loosen the teeth. They didn’t budge, and her forehead felt like it was scrunching hard in frustration. She walked toward the mirror to get a better look and felt her nose start to clench and flare, she let out a petite sneeze before looking up and into the wall mirror.
A pair of red orange eyes stared back from a monstrously contorted face, it’s skin deathly pale, and its features terrifying. For all intents and purposes she had the best vampire costume she had seen in a while.
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Kelcie was hoping to find a horsecare section at the local Walmart following her recent encounter with The Warlock…
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Turning into cowgirl can take a little getting used to, floppy cow ears, a short muzzle, a long fur tipped tail, and a heavy udder. Such a large and milk filled udder can be quite the handful, she might need some help if she keeps at it, the more she milks it the faster it fills with milk, but it feels so good she can’t help it…
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“You like? I told you it would get bigger, the longer i go without cumming the bigger it gets.”
“How long? Oh it was terrible, I haven’t cum in like… 32 hours at least.”
“What do you mean that’s not that long, I have to cum at least 4 times a day to keep this thing small enough to hide. How long did you think I was gonna wait?”
“A whole week!? …. I don’t know if I can last that long, and… and it will get sooo big…”
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Ivy rubbed the thick white shampoo between her hands until it was fluffy and sudsy, then rubbed her hands through her long black hair. It was odd to find a shampoo that was just cream scented. She had seen strawberries and cream, peaches and cream, and now… just cream. It smelled great though, and it had guarantees to make your hair full and shiny, and Ivy wanted to make sure her hair would look great so she gave it a shot.
Now she stood in the shower, lathering it up and cleaning her hair. Her scalp tingled, it felt good, really good, and as the soapy bubbles washed down her body the comforting tingle encased her whole body. After a few minuets she washed out the remaining soap and stepped out of the shower to dry off. As she toweled her pale body she couldn’t help but rub her soft skin, it felt so silky and she was getting kind of light headed. She sat down on the edged of the tub and everything went black as she slumped forward onto the floor.
A few hours later she woke up and found that more than her hair and skin had changed. She had larger breasts and a huge ass, giving her an hourglass like shape that was beyond anything she could have hoped for. Not all the changes were quite as appreciated, her ears had changed shape and position, become large and sticking out from the sides of her thick black hair. Her lower body had changed even more drastically, she now sported a tail with a tuft of her shiny black hair sitting above her generous backside. She gave it a small wiggle and was distracted by a heavy weight on her front, her udder. She now had a heavy and smooth pink mass sitting below her belly and above her crotch.
She didn’t have to tug on one of her four sensitive teats to know that it was already full of it’s own cream, she could feel the sloshing weight within it. The pressure was oddly pleasant though, as if the knowledge of her impending milking was soothing somehow.
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Norah clicked aimlessly at the image board, no news, no messages, no new images. This site was usually her one stop shop to find pics of sexy ladies with large horsecocks, but today it was dead. She sighed with boredom “There’s got to be somewhere I can find a girl with a damn dick that I haven’t seen.” She got up from her desk, horny but not satisfied in the least. Norah took of her teeshirt and shorts, throwing them into the pile of laundry she had yet to do, and laid on her bed. Her wavy brown hair spilled out over the soft pink comforter as she pulled her panties off and got under the covers. She may have exhausted the internet’s supply of horse futas, but she had one stallion that never let her down.
She reached over and opened her nightstand, pulling out her trusty friend. A 16 inch rubber beast made of shiny black latex. She ran her hand over it’s flared head and down the long shaft to it’s medial ring, cupping its huge balls with the other ‘I wish this bad boy was real, It must be so awesome to have a cock’ A flashing red message on her computer caught her eye and she groaned “You gotta be kidding me!” She got out of bed and walked to her desk, carrying her beastly rubber shaft with her. Sitting in her chair she clicked her message. It was a note from Sukubust666
Hey there StallionGirl, find any good cock of late?
Norah laughed “Just what I need some little boy trying to offer me a good time.” She typed a
quick message. Hey Sukubust, nah I can’t seem to find any lady’s packin’ enough for me, so I’m gonna have to go more direct today
Sounds like fun, u got toys?
Lol yeah I got quite the beast here, not as good as the real deal though…
Bet you wish it was real.
OMG yes -_- I wish I had a cock just like this one!
Norah’s eyes went blurry for a moment and she felt as if she was spinning. A red light was coming from her monitor and the room was engulfed in a crimson glow. After a few seconds of blinking the room came back into focus and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw a girl sitting on her bed, short black hair in a faux hawk, piercings, tattoos, and a red corset made her quite the unexpected sight.
“What the fuck! Who the hell are you!” She yelled trying to cover her nudity with one hand while waving her horsecock like a sword. The dark haired stranger grinned at the word hell with a come hither smile.
“Who me? We were just talking and you asked me to come over.”
“I wasn’t talking to anyone, I was just chatting on a message board with…”
“That’s right, it’s me, Sukubust666, but you can call me Adelayne.”
“Look.. Adelayne, I don’t know how you got in here but-”
“Norah, please, let’s calm down and have a nice chat shall we?”
“How.. how did you know my name?”
“Isn’t it obvious? The name, the red light, magically appearing out of nowhere? Fine, I’ll give you a look behind the mask..” The strange red light bathed the room again, and Norah fell back into her chair as she saw the other girls true form. Goat like horns protruded from the red skin of her forehead, and a row of sharp teeth flashed a confident smile. The tattoos on her body seemed to occasionally shift, almost swirling with the girls mood, and her fiery eyes burned with lust. Her feet ended in cloven hooves, and a spade tipped tail curled around them seductively.
“Your.. A.. A”
“Demon? Yes that’s right my Norah, I’m Adelayne the Succubus, and I’ve come here to give you a gift.”
“A gift?” Norah asked skeptically “Why do you want to give me a gift!?”
“I like you my little Norah, I like watching you pleasure yourself to the though of a giant horse dick hanging between your legs, I like to watch you imagine bending girls over and furiously
pounding them with your beast.”
“I… Well, so what if I do that..What does that matter anyway?”
“That’s where I come in. You made a wish.”
“A wish?”
“Use your brain Norah.” She said with a mocking tone “I wish I had a cock just like this one” She said using Norah’s voice. “So I decided to grant your wish!”
“Are you… Your serious?” Norah asked, looking unsure.
“Damn straight I am little Norah, now lets get right to the business.” She pointed a clawed hand at Norah and said a strange series of phrases.
Norah felt a burning sensation that stung like fire and she nearly screamed. “Oh, yeah I forgot to mention this will hurt a bit.” Adelayne giggled, enjoying watching the girl writhe on the floor.
Norah gasped in a breath of air as the pain began to lesson “Holy… Fuck… What the hell was that for!?” She shouted at the demon. Norah began to climb to her feet when she felt something strange, a heavy weight hanging from her. She looked down and saw the flared head of her shiny black latex horsecock looking back at her. The 16 inch shaft was pointing straight out from her crotch with a slight upwards curve, and its hefty balls hung in a tight sack beneath it.
“What.. What did you do to me?” She asked in horror.
“Don’t just stare at it Norah, give it a feel!”
Norah’s hand moved onto the shaft against her will and began to pump up and down. Norah gasped as she felt the sensation of masturbating with her new cock for the first time. Biting her lip, she started to pump on her own accord and closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of her hard black equine endowment.
“That feels good don’t it Norah?” Norah murmured in agreement, lubing her shaft with her thick pre until the ebony rubber glistened. She felt an ache deep within her balls, dense with thick cum and ready to burst with need.
“Looks like you could use a hand there little Norah, mind if I give it a taste?” she said in a dark and sultry voice, quickly closing the distance between them and pulling Norah to the bed.
“Time to give this bad boy a test run don’t you think?” Adelayne said with a flick of her forked tongue.
Norah silently watched as the demoness crawled up her legs, and positioned her face inches from the large flared head of her massive dick.
The Succubus’ long forked tongue snaked out from her cherry lips, and curled around Norah’s rubbery shaft. She inhaled sharply, surprised by how hot the demon’s tongue was, but it didn’t burn her, it actually felt wonderful. Adelayne let her soft lips slip over the tip of Norah’s head, toying with the girl’s ebony member before taking the flared head into her mouth for just a moment. The heat of the demoness was too much, and Norah’s senses were set on fire from the demon’s touch, a burning hot lust that left her aching for more. She shot the demon a look of desperation and the Succubus laughed before taking the ebony cock deep into her mouth.
Norah moaned loudly, a throaty and lewd bellow of bestial need. She watched through fluttering eyes as the demon bobbed up and down on her thick black cock. The slurping sound of her expert efforts mixed with Norah’s groans of ecstasy as she tugged at the girls stiff rubbery balls.
Adelayne gave Norah a few moments of earth shaking bliss before letting the cock pop out of her mouth, a mix of spit and pre drooling down her face. She pushed Norah flat onto the bed, and mounted her, forcing her arms down and giving her a sloppy latex flavored kiss. “Time to fuck me like the animal you truly are..”
Norah didn’t need to be told twice, and she eagerly guided her shinning stallion to the demon’s hot drooling cunt. She pressed her manhood against the dark red folds of her pussy, sliding the flared head up and down. The slick rubber easily slipped into the demon’s gaping hole, and Norah cried out as she brought the demon all the way to her medial ring. The demons tight velvety walls squeezed her unrelenting cockflesh as she pumped into the succubus. “Oh fuck yeah! That’s the spot Norah! Ohhhh.. oh yes!” The demon was being bounced up and down, the force of Norah’s thrusts lifting her off the bed as she rode her toy pony. “I.. Forgot… How much… I love.. Riding a… Horsecock!” Adelayne said between wild thrusts.
Norah was hardly an expert at keeping the best rhythm with her new rubber endowments, but the painfully stiff cock kept her unbearably close to orgasm, and she rammed her demonic lover’s hot dripping pussy. Adelayne motioned for Norah to stop, then turned around with Norah’s dick still buried inside her. The twisting suction on her cock made Norah moan, the demon laughed at the girl, and gave her balls a tight squeeze before settling into a reverse cowgirl position. Adelayne spread her cloven hooves as far as they would reach and instructed Norah to give it to her good, at the same time she dropped her weight down, her plump ass hitting Norah’s pelvis with force. Norah bottomed out, sixteen inches of her horsecock fit snugly in the searing hot tunnel of her lover’s sex. Adelayne rocked her hips against the cock as it penetrated deep within her.
It was too much to bear, the feeling of her stiff black member encased in the hot folds of the demon, and Adelayne’s hands playing with Norah’s stiff balls. She pumped even faster now, heavy violent thrusts, as the demon lifted her ass a little each time to allow as much to slip out of her as possible before slamming back down. All she wanted to do was cum, the sex was amazing, better than she had even dreamed, but this pent up feeling, the need to fill the demon with her cum, left her latex balls throbbing. Adelayne’s wall massaged at her thick horsemeat, a suction like massage that was trying to milk her for all she had, and Norah was only too happy to oblige. She barely had time to warn the demon as she suddenly got into just the right motion, the feelings of red hot pleasure overwhelmed her. Her balls churned and she felt her heavy load stretch the rubber material as she sent a torrent of cum into the demon. Both the girls bucked wildly, Adelayne’s belly looked slightly bloated as she became filled to capacity, and Norah felt like she could no longer control her body.
“Mmmmm, that’s just what I needed my Norah, A nice little fuck before lunch.”
Norah was barely conscious, drained in multiple ways. “That… that was, amazing!” Norah panted, exhausted from the effort of her first male orgasm.
“You weren’t too bad yourself my Norah, It’s been a while since I got to ride someone that big.” Adelayne grinned, rubbing her belly as the feeling of being filled with horse cum left her drowsy. They both sat there for a silent moment, enjoying the post sex glow until Adelayne got up from the bed and walked toward the bedroom door.
Norah slid her feet off the edge of the bed, readying to stand and follow the Succubus, when she noticed her long hard shaft leading the way, and her heavy balls resting on her thighs, still almost painfully stiff. “W-what? We.. We just had sex, why am I still so damn hard?!”
“Come now Norah, remember the wish, you wanted a cock just like your toy, and that beasts made of latex, which means he’s always stiff. Have you ever seen a flaccid sex toy?” Norah tried to speak but was cutoff by the demon “Nope, and that’s why your always hard, hard and filled with cum, ready to fuck! Just like a little futa horse slut should be.” She giggled, enjoying Norah’s predicament. “I gotta run.” She said cheerfully as she disappeared around the corner, the demon quickly exited the building and she heard Adelayne yelling “Send me a message sometime!” through the open window as she crossed the lawn, and disappeared.
The demon had left Norah stunned. She sat on her bed, staring down at the 16 inches of waiting latex stallion, still begging for her attention, and she knew she would never be able to fully satisfy the ache in her heavy rubber balls…
