#wolf tf

[pobblebonked]

plush wolf'd!!!

commission for BlueFellaTF on twitter

#TF #transformation #tf art #transfur #plush tf #werewolf tf #wolf tf

[sunification]

theriotype HRT month 2

next part

all of my fave artists are doing this so ye

fish hrt: @welldrawnfish

dragon hrt: @ayviedoesthings

human hrt: @deadeyedfae

Dog hrt: @nyxisart

bat hrt: @kaylasartwork

Started a month ago and continued now

#Therian #wolf HRT #Animal HRT #furry hrt #wolf therian #crow therian #Hrt #trans #transgender #Therian HRT #Wolf tf #Tf #transfurmation

[fafnir19]

Hunter Prince

As the youngest prince, I am often belittled, ridiculed, and scorned. My elder brothers, Haas and Rego, are exemplary warriors, while I, Prince Almir, am but a mere shadow in their presence. The king, too, has often expressed his disappointment in me, though he does so subtly, through concerned glances and exasperated sighs. One fateful day, a group of entertainers graced the castle with their presence, and amid their act, they unfolded a tale of Princess Naja, bewitched by an evil sorceress and earmarked for marriage to the fearsome wizard, Zarik. Her plight ignited a fire within me—the chance to prove my worth, not just to my family, but to myself. Stealing away from the castle, I embarked on a journey to rescue the fair Princess Naja.

Many trials beset me, but eventually, I arrived at the sorceress's tower, where Naja was imprisoned high above, seemingly out of reach. I approached Naja, hoping for her wisdom and guidance. Much to my surprise, she revealed her secret knowledge of the sorceress's books. She disclosed the conditions for my success: "Capture the black unicorn and fashion boots from its untamable hide; Slay the black wolf and forge a cape from its impenetrable fur; Snare the black falcon and equip your garments with its swift feathers." With Naja's aid, and a stolen magical ring from the sorceress, I would then transform into these creatures. As a falcon, I would soar into the tower, transform into a wolf to subdue the sorceress, and flee with Naja upon the back of the unicorn.

The challenges before me seemed insurmountable, but with cunning and skill, I succeeded in each task. The garments were fashioned, the magical ring obtained.

As a falcon, I soared into the sky, riding the winds as they carried me closer to the lofty prison where Naja awaited her liberation. My heart pounded, and the adrenaline coursed through my veins as I approached the tower, ready to confront the sorceress and seize my chance to rescue the princess. "Naja, I'm here," I called out in a silent hum, the only sound that carried from my avian form. From the tower, her voice echoed back, laced with an urgency that spurred me onward. "Almir, be swift. Transform into the wolf when you arrive. We must act before the sorceress intervenes." My feathers ruffled with determination, and with a steely resolve, I executed the seamless transition into a formidable wolf. As I approached the tower, the door swung open with a gust of chilling wind, and I bounded forth to confront the sorceress. But as I advanced, ready to confront the wicked enchantress, the sight that greeted me struck with the force of a thunderbolt. It was not the sorceress who stood before me, but a figure much more imposing. It was the wizard Zarik, his eyes gleaming with power and malice. I snarled and attacked, but before I could even reach him, Zarik swiftly subdued me with a collar and muzzle.

Naja stepped forward with a sinister smile, holding the magical ring. "Oh, Almir," she said with false sweetness. "I knew you would be the perfect addition to our little family." Naja's laughter filled the tower, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You see, Almir, love can make one do many things. And my love for Zarik knows no bounds." She kissed Zarik and presented him with the magical ring. "This will be the perfect wedding gift for you, my dear." With a sinking feeling, I realized that the true love story was not between Princess Naja and I, but between her and the dark wizard Zarik. I desperately asked: "What is the meaning of this? Naja, I thought you were—" "Silence, Almir," Zarik commanded, his voice laced with an undercurrent of dark power that sent shivers down my spine. "You will come with us, and you will learn the consequences of meddling in matters beyond your understanding." As I stood there, rendered helpless and captive, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I had been tricked, betrayed, and now I was at the mercy of the very adversaries I had sought to thwart.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, Zarik's voice cut through the suffocating silence. "Almir, you are no longer who you once were. From now on, you shall be known as Hunter, my loyal companion." I blinked in confusion, my mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. "Hunter? What do you mean?" Zarik's eyes held a chilling glint as he explained, "You possess remarkable potential, Hunter, and I will decide which form you will take—whether it is the unicorn for its speed, the wolf for its prowess in hunting, the falcon for its keen sight, or the human form for its cunning and intelligence." A dreadful realization dawned on me as the truth sank in. I was now at Zarik's mercy, bound to his will and stripped of my former identity. As Hunter, I had become a mere tool in the hands of a powerful wizard and a deceitful princess. Defeated and captive, I could only wonder what fate awaited me at the hands of the sorceress and the powerful wizard.

The days melded into an existence I had never fathomed, where loyalty was my only currency. Zarik, my captor turned master, reveled in his newfound "wedding gift," parading me like a prized possession. I accompanied him everywhere, adopting the form he desired, whether human, unicorn, wolf, or falcon.

His training was relentless, intended not just to hone my hunting skills, but to break my spirit. "Good, Hunter," Zarik murmured, as I successfully tracked our prey through the dense forest. "I see great potential in you." Potential for what? I often pondered, but all that escaped my lips, in any form, were feigned grunts of acquiescence. One evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Zarik and I found ourselves in the great hall, partaking in a goblet of wine each. Naja appeared, cloaked in allure as always, her gaze flitting between us with a glimmer of malice. "Ah, Naja, my love," Zarik said, rising from his seat. "Have you come to admire our progress?" Naja's laugh echoed like silver bells, belying the darkness that swirled within her. "Indeed, Zarik. It's impressive how you've transformed Almir into such a useful companion." Useful? I snarled inwardly, my human form concealed by the boundary of silence I had resigned to. Zarik stepped closer to Naja, his eyes alight with fervor. "He has proven to be a valuable asset, indeed. His loyalty knows no bounds, just as yours." Naja's lips curled into a wry smirk, and I could almost taste the bitterness of my own plight. "Hunter, isn't it?" She addressed me as if I were naught but a hound. "Yes," Zarik affirmed with a glint in his eye, seeing his handiwork unfold. "His transformation is quite remarkable, wouldn't you agree?" I clenched my fists, hidden beneath the guise of human semblance, the wine in my goblet forgotten as their sinister exchange unfolded before me.

Naja approached, her ethereal beauty masking the venomous intent within. "Impressive, indeed," she purred, her fingers trailing along my arm as if I were no more than a weapon at their disposal. I recoiled internally, stifling the violent impulse to lash out. Trapped within my own facade, I could only endure their twisted charade. The moon ascended high into the night as the hour grew late. Zarik and Naja bid each other farewell, entwining in a passionate embrace, leaving me to my thoughts. However, their parting words, laced with veiled intentions, lingered in the air like a thick mist. As they departed, Naja spared me a glance, her gaze cutting through my facade with cruel clarity. "Be sure to join us on our special night, Hunter," she taunted. "After all, you are an essential part of our union." With that, the door closed behind them, leaving me to confront the turmoil churning within. I had become nothing more than a pawn in their treacherous design, a far cry from the prince I once was. The night crept on as I wrestled with the shackles that bound me, both physical and emotional. Eventually, the fateful hour arrived, cloaked in a darkness that mirrored the despair in my heart. I approached the grand chamber, the weight of my captivity bearing down upon me. The door creaked as I entered, my footsteps echoing through the chamber. Zarik and Naja reclined upon the grand bed, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glimmer. My presence, a silent reminder of their triumph, did nothing to dampen their unholy revelry. "Ah, Hunter," Zarik beckoned, his voice laced with a cruel edge. "Come, fulfill your duty as my loyal companion."

My stomach churned, repulsed by the spectacle before me, but even in my agony, I dared not defy their command. I assumed the form of the wolf and lay beside their bed, a silent sentinel on their unholy union. As the night waned, a haunting realization seeped into my very being—I had sacrificed not only my freedom, but also my dignity, on the altar of their dark desires. The weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me whole, and the hollow echoes of their laughter reverberated through the chamber, mocking my entrapment. In the depths of that chamber, I, the once proud Prince Almir, lay bound by chains unseen, ensnared in a web of cruelty spun by those I once sought to rescue. The night waned into dawn, casting an ethereal glow upon the shadows that enveloped me, and in that ephemeral light, a flicker of defiance kindled within me. Though my captivity had robbed me of many things, it could not extinguish the ember of resilience burning within. As the first light of dawn breached the horizon, I vowed to reclaim not just my freedom, but also the honor that had been callously stripped away. In the hushed embrace of that chamber, I plotted my emancipation from the clutches of their malevolent design, forging a resolve to defy their expectations and emerge from the darkness, a prince no longer in name alone, but in spirit and will.

#male tf #male transformation #wizzard #wolf tf #falcon tf #unicorn tf #prince #princess #fairy tales #forced transformation #hunter prince

[tinypigdraws]

"My party leader got turned into a wolf..."

#2d art #oc art #red dragoon #tf #furry #wolf tf

[nopecho]

Eden and his new pet wolf. Still in training.

#art #drawing #digital art #sketch #dol #eden the hunter #wolf #wolf tf #dol eden #degrees of lewdity eden #pc #dol pc #degrees of lewdity pc #Derrik #Derrik Foss #Derrik the Vixen #dol wolf

[dragontestosterone]

🐾🐾🐾

#black jack #kuroo hazama #transformation #werewolf #sfw versions of these three pieces cause I like them so much #and still more to come tbh I love putting this guy in situations #dog tf #wolf tf

[boundtosydney]

Dog girl girlfriend <3

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol alex #degrees of lewdity alex #alex the farmhand #wolf tf

[smoketootough]

Cooking some good stuff on FA

#furry #nsft #transformation #werewolf #werewolf transformation #tf #transfur #tg #trans #trans nsft #gay furry #nsft art #furaffinity #oc #headmate #yeah thats me #wolf tf #werewolf wednesday #original character #commissions open #furry commissions

[alllucknolife]

Daywalker

You'd forgotten that the moon could come up during the day, that is until your girlfriend began to transform one afternoon, right on the living room floor. And yet, you couldn't look away as her body stretched and swelled before you.

#photomanipulation #tf #transformation #nude photo #nudity #tf story #photomorph #nude female #wolf tf #wolf transformation #female werewolf #werewolf

[sunification]

theriotype HRT Part 5

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#Therian #therian hrt #wolf hrt #crow hrt #Animal hrt #furry hrt #wolf #otherkin #Transfurmation #sfw tf #wolf tf

[midnightfrappe]

WAKE UP, IT'S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH

#help wanted #help wanted 2 #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #sundrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #moondrop #glamrock chica #roxxane wolf #fnaf roxy #circus baby #funtime freddy #map bot #fnaf ballora #why tf is sun at the top #please let them have a major role

[peachebo]

posting my old art for sb nostalgia

#fnaf #fnaf sb #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #montgomery gator #how tf am i supposed to name this #chickrox?? #gay women

[angrelysimpping]

October Prompts Day 6: Falling Leaves

GN Black Wolf (they/them); GN Reader (you/your); talk of having pups but it can b read as adoption; wolf ft reader; wolf hybrid Black Wolf

Words: 453

“Mate returns.”

You mumble a greeting of your own as you flop down next to Black Wolf, half laying on top of them while trying to make yourself comfortable. You’ve been waiting for this moment all week, the moment where you get to slip away into the forest and not think or care about anything else. Their coarse fur tickles your skin as you try to press further against them. It’s thicker than last time. 

“Your winter coat is coming in.” You say it more to yourself than to your alpha, unable to keep a note of jealousy out of your tone. They’ll still be nice and warm come the winter months, all you’ll have is your tail to help fight off the biting cold.

The wolf person laughs, the sound deep and gruff, rumbling in their chest. “Pack will keep you warm,” they say, as if reading your mind.

You make a small sound of appreciation, letting your eyes drift closed. You’re safe here. Safe from the dangers of the town, the moors, the forest. Safe and looked after. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, curled into your alphas side, basking in the warm autumn sun. 

Despite the yelping and laughing of the pups, your eyes stay closed as you cuddle with your alpha. You’re not asleep, not really. A half doze, one that you can only indulge in when with the pack. One that lets you rest while still being aware of your surroundings. Still, it’s only as Black Wolf huffs a laugh, puff of warm air brushing against the tip of your sensitive wolf ears and making them twitch, that you crack open an eye to see what all the fuss is about.

The pups are on the edge of the clearing, kept under the watchful eyes of some of your pack brothers and sisters. A lazy breeze stirs the overhead leaves, shaking them from where they cling to the branches. Below them, the pups jump, grabbing at the leaves and chasing those who are successful in snatching the leaves mid air.

“Soon,” Black Wolf murmurs, nudging you with their shoulder, “we’ll have pups of our own.”  

Your heart swells in your chest as you duck your head, burying your face in the fur over their shoulders and back. They've talked about this before, raising their own pups with you. Before, you've always let the topic pass, unable to gauge your own feelings, let alone explain them to your mate. 

Another pup yips, breaking into a playful laugh as their leaf is stolen. Tail wagging, you nod into Black Wolf's fur. Soon, maybe as soon as next autumn, you'd have your own pups chasing leaves. 

#degrees of lewdity #black wolf the alpha #wolf tf #tw hybrids #cw hybrids #fall fluff

[kordyceps]

Now that I've got a little collection... Here are the full banner artworks for chapters 3, 4, 5, & 6 of my Steter fanfic, Mutiny of the Hardest Order. :D

#steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #steter art #steter fanart #teen wolf #art korner #shown: my ass still trying to figure out how tf to draw peter lmao #also whoops @ stiles looking so angry in all of them fkd;a #tbf he has a rough time of it early on #also also!!! i reached 200 kudos today!!! #that's very exciting :D

[mousewife-stash]

bro-- BRO YOU JUST-- YOU JUST SUMMONED "FURSONA" NOT "PERSONA"-- BRO!!! YOU GOTTA ENUNCIATE!!!!!!!! BRO!!!!!!!!!

#sometimes you gotta draw some unambiguously Regular furries after your usual slew of like three thousand bespoke monstrosities #anyway im sure i'm not the first furry to make this joke and i won't be the last #sooj is a snow leopard yosk is a maned wolf lol #tf #transformation #transfur #souji seta #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #souyo #persona 4

[novafire-is-thinking]

“We want to be on your side.”

This scene is meant to be funny, but I see something more that provides insight into Prowl’s character.

The Constructicons Know

There are two things that stand out to me: Hook’s choice of words, and the nature of Prowl’s reaction.

Seeing as “your side” can easily be misunderstood as referring to the Autobot side, Hook could have said something more obvious, like, “Hey. We want to hang with you, Prowl.”

But Hook didn’t do that. He chose the phrase, “We want to be on your side.”

Why?

Well, Hook and the rest of the Constructicons were inside Prowl’s head as much as he was in theirs. They didn’t just know his thoughts. They had access to Prowl’s deepest desires.

And what was it that Prowl said to Arcee in Issue #1?

“I learned that nobody is on my side.”

Yes, Prowl wants peace. He wants order.

But just as much, he wants to know that someone will have his back—that there will be someone competent to fall back on when the world is going up in flames.

In spite of all his scheming and pushing people away, Prowl desperately wants to know that there is someone he can trust to do what needs to be done to work toward his ideal: Lasting peace.

When the Constructicons were in his head, they saw that. These five “vile” Decepticons understood Prowl better than any Autobot ever did.

And that scares the hell out of Prowl.

How NOT to accept a compliment

He knows the implications of what the Constructicons are saying. They’re basically telling him that they want what he wants. They’re also telling him, “We’ve seen what others consider to be the worst of you, and we think you’re awesome—not in spite of it, but BECAUSE of it.”

These Decepticons want to help him bring about his ideal, and this goes against all the preconceived ideas Prowl has about Decepticons.

But notice how Prowl stops himself from telling them that their admiration is crazy. It’s obvious that the Constructicons are more likely to listen to Prowl than anyone else, so why tell ‘Bee to answer for him?

Personally, I think he’s torn between agreeing with the Constructicons and telling them to get lost. Prowl wholeheartedly believes the way he thinks is great, but if he tells that to them in this moment, that would mean he’s allowing them into his life in some way, which he doesn’t want.

However, there’s a part of him that can’t tell the Constructicons their admiration is crazy, because this is all he’s ever wanted—to know that someone sees things his way and is willing to go along with his methods.

So, while he’s trying to sort out all the conflicting information and feelings, Prowl outsources the question to someone who does think his way of doing things can be…problematic at times. This way, he’s not technically saying no to something he’s always wanted, and he’s avoiding encouraging the Constructicons.

It’s the only way he knows how to override his internal conflict.

#idw transformers #maccadam #tf idw #idw1 #tf idw meta #tf idw character analysis #idw prowl #the wolf of petrex #nova reads exRiD #nova’s nerding out again