#avian tf

[auntbibby]

i keep findin white feathers in my room & stuck to my laundry

am i turnin into a bird??????????

#otherkin #cockatoo #cockatiel #birdkin #parrot #lint #tf #transformation #bird tf #bird transformation #avian #avian tf #avian therian #therian #alterhuman #avian transformation #birdtf #aviantf #laundry #chores #clothes #washing machine

[nonhumanresources]

Caramel Changes

Here's one to get you into the spirit of the season! Short two page TF written all the way back in October 2017, when I did a series of stories for the season. I'd love to do more, autumn is my favorite time of year.

Summary: you get a weird piece of candy while trick or treating. You probably shouldn't eat that. You do.

What to expect: second person caramel-coating bird TF.

Length: 1.2k words. Fun fact, it's actually 1200 exactly including the title; I usually round.

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“Trick-or-treat!” you shout, holding out a pillowcase nearly filled to the brim. The frail old woman standing in the doorway smiles, showing off her three teeth.

“Oooh, hello there!” she says, her voice as rusty as the hinges on the door. “I’ve got some very exotic candy for you tonight! I made it myself, you know!” There’s a twinkle in her eye as she speaks, dropping a single wrapped caramel in each of your friend’s pillowcases, ending with yours, giving you a toothy smile and a small wink. She waves goodbye as you thank her and turn from the door, walking back down the weedy, unkempt walkway of cracked cement and back to the smooth sidewalk to continue your annual night of candy gathering.

One of your friends stops next to a trash can sitting out on the curb. He pulls out the caramel and tosses it into the black depths, never again to be seen by human eyes - unless someone happened to be living in the city dump. 

“We should throw these away. If that old hag really made them herself, there’s no telling what she might have put inside,” he says to the group. One by one, your friends mumble in agreement and pull out their own caramels, each piece sharing the fate of the first. Soon enough, everyone is down one candy and ready to move on.

Well, everyone but you.

Story below the cut, or here if you prefer to read on a Google doc. If you made it this far I am kissing you full on the lips platonically. Or is it platonic? It's queer, that's for sure. Comments/questions/thoughts always appreciated!

You hesitate, staring at the small square. Why would an old lady want to do something like poison candy? She had seemed nice enough. Besides, she was the only person so far who had seemed excited to be handing out free candy. While that was suspicious, to you, it seemed more kindly than anything. You tuck the caramel back into your bag. Your friends stare at you in surprise. 

The lead boy shrugs and turns around, tossing a remark over his shoulder. “It’s your funeral!” 

You shrug in turn and reply. “Whatever. Let’s go get more candy!”

The night moves on, and you load up on more and more candy until lifting your pillowcase becomes a full-body workout. A couple hours later, you’re shouting a farewell to your friends as they make the trek home. You nearly fall inside your bedroom door, exhausted. You dump your candy bag on the floor and fall over onto your bed, where one of the two pillows is missing it’s cover. You start to drift into sleep, but before you can enter the realms of dreams, you realize with a start: you hadn’t eaten a single piece of candy! Despite being around sweets for hours, you hadn’t eaten even a single branded chocolate; saving your Halloween candy was essential. One piece couldn’t hurt, though. You decide on something small - not too big, but not tiny, either. Something like…

...the caramel. You dig around in your pillowcase and pull it out. Now that you were in the light of your room, you could see colorful swirling patterns breaking up the normal monotone tan of caramel. What had the lady said? It was exotic? Whatever it was, it was like no other caramel you had ever seen, and it looked delicious. 

Unrolling the clear wrapper, you pop it into your mouth, excited. Some inevitably sticks to your fingers. The soft caramel melts in your mouth, spreading across your tongue, and down your throat. It leaves you with a warm feeling, almost like soft, warm butter being spread on your insides.

The caramel in your mouth thickens just a bit, sticking to your teeth. You try to work it around in your mouth, but it grows even thicker, locking your jaw in place. The warm feeling grows hot, and you hold a hand to your stomach as you start to feel nauseous. 

As you move your hand, you notice that your fingers refuse to bend. You look down in surprise. The caramel on your fingers had spread, coating your whole hand and locking it in place. You start to panic as the candy creeps across your body, spreading outwards from your hand and your stomach - some had gotten lodged on your shirt, too. Your clothes are pressed against you so tightly, they almost seem to become part of you. You hunch over as you are coated in sticky caramel. For a few seconds, your whole body is locked in place. You feel a pressure against your face, like the caramel was pushing into it. Or maybe your nose was pushing out of the caramel? Your arms feel are pulled around your stomach, and they almost seem to squish outwards, wrapping around yourself.

Soon - at least, you think it was soon; caramel had coated your perception of time, as well, leaving it slow-moving and awkward - soon, the caramel begins to loosen and the hot feeling begins to subside. You stomp, trying to knock the caramel off of your feet. You try to wiggle your toes, but they are… unwieldy. You quickly see why, as the caramel breaks off, revealing two large sets of talons on the ends of two large three-toed feet.

You pry your arms away from your sides as you wobble around on your now-pointy feet, trying to keep your balance. The caramel rips away along with them, hanging down in tattered shreds. It starts to fall away, dropping to the ground and revealing brightly colored wings underneath the hanging tatters instead of pink skin. You flap them frantically and fall over backwards. 

Your caramel shell shatters all across your backside, and a huge tail covered in brilliant hues unfurls behind you, spreading the length of the room. You yell in surprise, but your face is still covered in caramel. The effort tears away the candy covering your nose and mouth. A huge SQUAWK echoes out, and you fling your hands to your face. Feathered wings meet a large beak, and you let out another surprised squawk. 

Dizzy, you stumble upright and totter up to your mirror, your long tail dragging across the wooden floor behind you. What you see isn’t surprising, but it is still shocking: a huge bird, feathers askew, stares back at you from the mirror. You blink; the bird, your new form, blinks back. You realize that because of your many colors, you are most likely now male, regardless of any prior truth to that fact.

Your exhaustion gone, you flap your wings experimentally and rise a few inches into the air, your amazing plumage fragmenting the light into soft, multicolored shafts that decorate your room like a disco ball. While being a bird was disorienting, it certainly was dazzling. You drop back to the floor, talons clicking on wood. You aren’t nearly as clumsy now.

I could get used to this… you think, flexing your claws. An idea forms, and you smile as best you can with your curved beak. You hop onto your windowsill and pop open the latch, wriggling out into the night air. Why not go out for a night flight? After all, it’s not like matters could get much worse, and you could always stop by the old woman’s house to see if she had a cure. 

Maybe later, though. After all, you don’t become a bird every day.

#writing wyrms #transformation #tf #halloween #trick or treating #second person #caramel #goo #kind of it's odd #encasement #covering #bird of paradise #bird of paradise tf #avian tf #tg #tgtf #tg transformation #these last three only apply if you read this from a perspective that is not male to begin with #sorry male birds of paradise are prettier I don't make the rules #this is old also I have literally Been Published since this story I was baby when I wrote it lol

[flamingofiendart]

The Halloween moon brings strange changes. 🌕🦖

Florence as a were-raptor

#furry #anthro #dinosaur #flamingo #avian #tf #transformation #oc: florence

[numbur1goobah]

Just made this bitch face 👀

#transformers #transformers oc #transformer oc #tf oc #maximal #maximal oc #bird oc #avian oc #tw: skull #tw: bones #Cork #Corkscrew #robots #shitpost #macadam

[danjiisthmus]

Odd jewelry

What a cool collection of amulets to come across! It seems they all have a fun side effect to being worn Piece for Serandite!

#furry #furryart #commission #crow #tf #transformation #jewelry #magic jewelry #magic #avian #female to male #female to male tf

[dustyerror]

Pokemon TF a day - 021 Spearow

CLAIM INFORMATION IS HERE - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55024581/ Check list - https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/10308344 See whats claimed, whats open, and whats done!

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#Pokemon #transformation #TF #Transform #Dustyerror #spearow #bird #avian #harpy #dress #glasses #girl #beak #talons #transfem #trans_woman_(lore)

[dingbatnix]

Warden

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Big Q and Sam’s perspective after Quackity gets out of the cell.

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: Ehhh Strong language, ect.

After that first attack, both Sam and Quackity were hesitant to enter Dream’s cell. When Quackity had respawned in the bed in the room next to Sam, shirt torn and hands shaking, red marks on his skin from what Sam could swear was a death wound, the avian had told him what had happened.

Sam had been very shocked to learn that Dream was a hybrid, and when Quackity had told the creeper that Dream was a warden hybrid, Sam had been floored, because what? How was that even possible? How on earth did Dream hide the fact that he was a hybrid from them for so long? Surely someone would have noticed something about Dream that tipped off his hybrid status, but apparently not. 

During the revelation of Dream’s hybrid status, as well as during Quackity’s freakout from nearly dying and losing his second life, Sam had realized something that nearly had his heart stopping in his chest. Something he had read once in a book about wardens. Though limited, that book had been the most up-to-date book on the mob, and was currently the only book with actual facts about them. The book had said that the warden wasn’t affected by lava. That it couldn’t be hurt by lava.

Sam had told Quackity of the fact with wide, slightly panicked eyes, and that had led to a mad scramble to the lava control system to see if Dream was still even in the cell. The wait for the lava to fall had been horribly long. Tension had turned Sam’s muscles to ice, and anxiety had his stomach twisting and turning in his gut. Beside him, Quackity was pacing fervently, chewing at his knuckles and muttering frantic nothings to himself. Sam didn’t even try to decipher what the man was saying. He was stuck too deeply in his own spiraling thoughts. What if they were too late? What if Dream was gone by the time they got to the cell? What would Sam do? 

A plan suddenly sparked in his mind. If word got out, the first thing Sam and Quackity would have to do was cover up the signs of the avian’s visits for the revive book. They couldn’t have Quackity’s extracurricular activities get out. It would ruin them both. Sam swallowed past a smokey cloud of soot in his throat. He didn’t think he’d be able to deal with the fallout from that.

The lava wall finally dropped low enough for the top of the cell to be visible, making both of the hybrids freeze in place. They watched in anticipation as it slowly sank lower and lower until the cell was fully visible. Sam’s breath stuttered, eyes dancing frantically around the cell as he searched for his only prisoner. It took him a moment, but he finally spotted Dream, a hulking figure curled up in the darkest corner of the cell. His tattered jumper blended in with the dark obsidian and wavering lava light, the orange color grimy and dull from all of Quackity’s sessions.

Oh thank Prime. Sam nearly crumpled to his knees. Dream was still there. Beside him, Quackity audibly thanked his own deities and dragged his hands over his face.

“Fuck,” Quackity muttered, snatching his beanie off to run his hand through his long hair. Sam couldn’t find it in himself to be shocked at the avian’s action. Quackity never took off his beanie. Sam felt too drained from the horrible rush of emotions to gush about the man’s hair reveal. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Quackity continued to mumble, turning to pace along the blackstone flooring again. Sam watched him for a moment as the man seemed to get more agitated. 

“He’s still here, Quackity. Why are you–what’s wrong?” Sam couldn’t help but wince at how blaisé he sounded, as if this were a situation to be casual about. Prime, it was anything but that. Quackity whirled around and marched towards him, cramming his beanie back on and pensively clasping his hands over his mouth. Words seemed to catch in his throat when he tried to speak, but he sucked in a deep breath and dragged them out regardless.

“S-Sam, he–I–,” Quackity cleared his throat, eyes zeroing in on Sam’s own. His hands dropped away from his scarred face and instead nervously twisted through the two rings he had on a chain around his neck. “Sam, he stuck his hands in the lava while he was trying to kill me. I–I don’t think he realized it at the time, he was too pissed, but–” 

Sam cut him off, understanding what Quackity was getting at. “If he realizes that lava doesn’t affect him, we’re screwed.” Quackity nodded frantically, biting at his lip as he tugged at his necklace.

“We-we gotta get him in chains, or something, Sam. I don’t–he can’t get out.” Quackity suddenly shoved the chain down behind his shirt and twisted around. “Drop the lava, Sam. We need to go find something to hold him down with.” The avian marched off, probably towards the room Sam used for storage. Sam did have a lot of iron in there. If all else failed, if they couldn't find anything else, Sam supposed that they could just make some chains themselves.

Sam glanced back over at Dream’s hunched form uneasily. They had to put that in chains? Fuck. Dream was…Dream was big. Even from the distance between the control room and the cell, Sam could tell that Dream was big. Bigger than Sam himself, even, which was saying something, because Sam stood at a solid seven foot and four inches tall.

Sam eyed the sharp antlers that adorned Dream’s head and shivered. All he could think of was getting gored by one of those while trying to get Dream tied down. He noticed, with a jolt, that Dream was staring at him.

No, not at him, Sam realized. His gaze was off by a few kilters, a bit too far to the left. Through the distance, he could see the milky white of Dream’s eyes glinting from behind his matted hair. Was Dream blind…?

Sam shook his head and flipped the lever to drop the lava. It didn’t matter. He had shackles to make. He turned and followed after Quackity, ignoring the heavy presence that burned against his back until the lava wall was out of sight.

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It had been a fucking bitch to get Dream in chains strong enough to hold him down, but after his first little tantrum, he seemed cowed enough by Quackity’s presence to not attack. Quackity figured that as long as he didn’t try to touch the warden’s heart, Dream would be meek enough for anything to be done to him.

What they had ended up doing was bolting Dream down in the middle of the floor. They put short chains on both of his wrists and ankles and attached them to bolts in the obsidian floor just a little wider apart than his shoulders were. He wouldn't be able to move his hands or feet any more than a few inches in any direction. On his neck was the thickest metal collar that they could make, along with the thickest chain they had made. This one was long enough that Dream was hunched over, but only just.

For the most part, Sam had to wrestle Dream (who was, in fact, taller than Sam by a solid foot and a half) down against the floor while Quackity installed the chains. Thankfully, the fight had already left Dream, and his struggles were half-hearted at best, and if he did get riled up, Quackity would stop his work to threaten the man. Whenever Quackity did that, Dream always froze obediently and went limp in Sam's grasp. It did make Sam slightly uncomfortable, but it was incredibly useful in keeping Dream down.

The only thing Sam had to worry about was keeping his hands away from Dream’s mouth, otherwise he would be losing fingers. The hybrid’s teeth were incredibly sharp, and both times he'd been snapped at, the wound had stung and bled profusely.

After that, all Quackity had to do was clap the shackles on Dream’s extremities, and they were done. The man wasn’t going anywhere. The only thing they had left unrestrained on Dream was the long, tufted tail, but Sam didn’t think Dream could do anything with it. Then they had left the cell, shaken, but triumphant. 

It was only two days later that Quackity had come back with an inventory full of tools and an ear-to-ear grin on his face. 

Despite Sam’s warnings, Quackity had decided that he wanted to go back into the cell with the unpredictable warden hybrid. Sam was seriously starting to consider that Quackity had some serious mental issues, or something. Even chained down, Dream was like a feral animal, and Quackity still wanted to go and torture him? The avian had to have a death wish or something. Nevertheless, Sam wasn’t going to stop him. If Quackity wanted to antagonize the monster they had chained up in the main cell, then so be it. It was Quackity’s own lives he was playing with, not Sam’s.

#writing #warden #warden!dream #warden hybrid!dream #seriously how tf do i tag this #awesamedude #quackity #avian quackity #creeper awesamdude #c!dream #c!sam #c!quackity #next chapter is when the angst really begins #: ) #mcyt #dsmp #warden hybrid dream #size difference

[luciolefire]

New Avian redesign is almost done! I'm still working on some parts (and also maybe making an alternate Terran design for her too 👀), but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out ^^

#my art #oc: avian #transformers #maccadam #tf oc #transformers oc

[badroyarts]

An ol' Teba costume TF for Teebs13.

#Furry #Transformation #Teba #Rito #TF #Avian #furry fandom #sfw #BOTW

[transingthoseformers]

Underbite has a jagged beak abd nobody can convince me otherwise

#maccadam #transformers #tf rid15 #rid underbite #i absolutely love the Chompazoids' designs and worldbuilding implications #especially since they're considered a type of dinobot #but clearly resemble nothing on earth #the tfwiki compares their build to canids but I'd compare them more to a mix of dinosaurs (avian or nonavian) and birds #their mechano-musculature and large helms are built to rip off large chunks of metal and consume them #almost like a more specialized predacon but instead of somehow cycling out the metal no Chompazoids fuel on the metal itself! #makes me wonder if Underbite might be able to function off of far less energon than other Cybertronians or even no energon #ykw it reminds me of? if you took a predacon and put it in an environment where prey is so much more rare #but in contrast said area would have a fuck ton of scrap metal and wreckage #i can see a dinobot/predacon lineage going from hunting to scavenging to consuming almost solely metal that was never alive #it's fucking cool! especially since i love drawing comparisons to predacons and dinobots #and dissecting the differences in the alternative root mode mecha we see in rid15

[squeakycanine]



Dr. Starline is pleased his latest volunteer.

Lethe has survived his testing making his way through the many trials.

All that remains is his reward... full robotization as a complete clone of Dr. Starline!

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One of the bigger projects finished. Comm from Twitter.

#idw sonic #dr starline #doctor starline #transformation #robot #robotization #furry #sonic fanart #sonic art #furry sfw #sfw furry #sonic oc #sonic fandom #avian anthro #platypus anthro #digital commisions #squeakycanine #tf art #furry art #anthro

[winterscouts]

A Cursed Stone - Articuno TF

Up on the mountain tops~ Verenix on his way exploring the ice-cold mountain tops comes across a rather strange looking stone. Unbenounced to him, he became a rather regal ice bird from Kanto, permanently. Find me on other platforms!

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#tf #transformation #transfur #post-transformation #posttf #tfeveryday #tftuesday #articuno #pokemon #sfw #cursed-object #mid-transformation #anthrotf #avian #bird

[spiralcyr]

[Octransfur] Day 14 - An Unwilling Volunteer

You know, back in my day, volunteers used to be *nicer* when asking for their transformations! Octransfur Day 14 - Volunteer First comic, and including a Winterscout!  WOO!

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#Octransfur #Transformation #Transfur #Bird #Avian #Gecko #TF #Comic

[alsoflick]

Testing Out Flick's Tail (Mouse Transformation)

Continued from an earlier commission: Seems to figure out the tail thing, poppythepopplio turned Flick into a mouse from their body swapping adventure! 

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#poppythepopplio #Mouse #Transformation #Transfur #Body swap #Alsoan #Bird #Avian #TF

[crimsonrune]

Week 30's theme was Dinosaur, coming a bit late after 65 million years' worth of delays. Shout out to @8000Power for showcasing Archeops, Unova's extinct avian Pokémon, whose fossil restoration is going strangely... #TFTuesday #TFEveryday #Transformation #Transfur #PokémonTF

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#TFTuesday #TFEveryday #tf #transformation #Pokémon #Pokemon #transfur #archen #archeops #dinosaur #ancient #plume #feather #bird #avian #fossil #pteradon #pterasaur #dino #pterosaur #pterodon #pokemontf #pokemontransformation #animal #monster #pocket

[lucern7]

Scifi July Day 1: OC 1/2

Scifi July is an event month idea I had to do a different alien tf for each day of July. It didn't get many bites and now I'm only posting the ones that did by Christmas, it's like Christmas in July in reverse.  The first day was oc or original alien species since a lotta peeps have good alien designs. WinterScouts on twitter decided on a tentacle alien designed by ShiKushtaka on Twitter.  Next Page

#alien #original species #bird #avian #tentacle #tentacle monster #tf #collar #transformation #transfur