Aug 15, 2025
their bells should be labelled better. how abt "ring for latex horsetaur butler boy" ? hm HE seems to be happy sweeping with HIS squeaky tail...lets leave it how it is.
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their bells should be labelled better. how abt "ring for latex horsetaur butler boy" ? hm HE seems to be happy sweeping with HIS squeaky tail...lets leave it how it is.
Samuel stopped biting his lip, "I was using this toy I ordered online, once I got it in I couldn't take it out. I started growing legs and brown fur! Look on the box and see if there's an antidote! I don't want to be a centaur!"
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Alpha taming is a low move, bro! We are supposed to rule, although... four strong calves and a huge meat are also fucking manly, haha!
In an invasion one of these or their other archetype brethren will shoot their ray at you
to further test their genetic sample, seeing you scuttle like a foal on shaky freshly lengthened legs,
trembling from the stretching tendons and bones, your hip splitting in 2 and extending the spine to make space for more limbs and a tail...
Even if they did not gag and bind your appendages together you could not escape their vicinity. But you were just as swiftly surrounded and lifted by those strong beasts, laid onto their back.
On the way back to their spaceship, with some new motorics getting used to, the webs between your digits, were they good at swimming? , you were not bored, no
A sketch + flat color commission for Oriontaur on FA seen here as the chimera from Delicious in Dungeon! 🐲🍽
Seems the Mad Mage hasn’t stopped transforming hapless dungeon explorers into loyal monsters. Looks like he wasn’t able to take control of Orion’s mind, though, as there appears to be a bit of a disconnect between who’s controlling their upper and lower halves!
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31 Days of Derek Hale
Day 21: Centaur
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“Fuck!” Derek roared as he stormed into the yard, hands clenched into tight fists.
The werewolf was irritated over having nearly lost control of his inner wolf, and nearly wolfing out in public. Derek and Stiles had been out on a simple dinner date, when stupid Jackson had to show up and be his usual douchey self. Normally, Derek was able to keep his lupine instincts in check; however, the second that stupid Jackson had placed his hand on a clearly annoyed Stiles’s shoulder, Derek had seen red. He’d shot out of his seat and had unleashed a fearsome snarl, even baring his massive werewolf fangs in the jerk’s direction.
It had managed to get Jackson to cut his crap, but the action had also accidentally caught the attention of other patrons in the restaurant, who’d only stared awkwardly/fearfully in Derek’s direction. The ceaseless staring had totally ruined the night, and Derek had dragged Stiles out of there early, much to his chagrin.
“Der!” Stiles called out after the stomping werewolf. “It’s fine, really!”
Derek was still seething. Sure he was irritated with Jackson, yet he was more so angry with himself and how his lack of self-control had ruined his date with Stiles. Thinking about it more only served to bring out an onslaught of more anger-inducing memories about how being a werewolf was a pain in Derek’s ass.
His jaw clenched, Derek just huffed in annoyance. “It’s not fine,” he pouted. “And this whole werewolf bullshit is something that’s just going to keep causing us trouble.”
Stiles frowned and placed a tender hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Sometimes,” Derek huffed, “I wish I wasn’t a werewolf.”
On cue, a streak of light flickered through the night sky as a shooting star bolted across.
Immediately, Derek flinched as he felt a warm travel throughout his body. The first thing he noticed was that his pants were starting to grow uncomfortably tight.
“What the hell…?” Derek wondered aloud as he looked down at himself. HIs eyes went wide as saucers when he saw his altered bulge in the front of his pants.
His normally proportional six inches had somehow elongated, creating what looked like Derek was stuffing a ripe grapefruit in his boxers. It was obscenely large, and between his thick thighs, Derek felt balls that had to be the size of lemons. Worse was that back of his pants felt as if they’s burst at any moment.
Looking over his broad shoulder, Derek gasped at the caricature of a butt that was attached to him. His perky cheeks had somehow managed to balloon out to a crazy size, pushing further out with each second.
In his panic, Derek ripped off his pants, his breath getting caught in his throat at what he saw.
Never being one lost for words, Stiles gasped out, “Holy crap, Der! You’ve got a horse cock!”
Derek’s cock had grown to at least fifteen inches, and it was nearly as thick of his beefy wrist. His balls had swollen up to resemble baseballs. The werewolf didn’t have time to focus on that as he felt his weight being yanked back due to the increasing size of his booty.
His legs stretched out longer, causing Derek to sprout up at least two more feet in height. All he could do was stare in disbelief at his changing body, his heart beat loudly in his muscled chest as he wondered what was happening to him. His throat went dry as he witnessed his toes fusing together, his nails hardening to form hooves.
His butt grew so big that Derek stumble back and almost fell, but he was caught by something.
Stiles’s wordless gasp mirrored his own as he looked back and saw that he’d grown an extra set of legs to offset his elongated backside. Derek blushed at how he must’ve looked, having his regular-looking torso sitting atop a lower half that was stretched out with four legs needed to keep it upright.
Derek’s altered lower half began to itch as thick, black fur sprouted all over it, covering every inch. It was glossy and looked shiny underneath the moonlight. As a final touch, Derek winced when he felt his distended backside tingle as he sprouted a long tail that swished back and forth.
The warmth finally dissipated, and Derek also felt an odd calm inside of his head, like his inner wolf was finally silenced.
“What the fuck just happened?!” Derek panicked, taking an awkward step forward in his new body, his hooves clacking loudly on the ground as he struggled to get used to walking. As he moved, his huge cock dangled around freely, making his face crimson.
Stiles’s mouth was agape as he looked over his changed boyfriend. Derek’s long legs were thick with muscle, which flexed with animalistic power with every heavy step he took. “Der,” he gasped, “you’re a centaur!”
“A what?” Derek groaned, pinching his nose in irritation. “When I said that I didn’t want to be a werewolf anymore, that didn’t mean that I’d rather be a centaur instead! How the fuck am I supposed to hide this thing!?” He gestured at his horse ass and cock, which were humongous and definitely would prove to be difficult to keep from prying eyes.
Derek stopped and sniffed at the air, still maintaining a keen sense of smell. And a curious aroma was wafting off of Stiles in waves.
“R-really?” Derek asked incredulously.
Stiles bit down on his lower lip and shrugged. “I played a lot of fantasy RPGs, and always liked the centaur characters… like, a lot.”
Derek felt his shock slowly fade, and he couldn’t help but grin coyly at his boyfriend.”C’mere, I’ll give you a ride,” he chuckled.
Stiles eagerly took his hand and hopped up onto Derek’s new back, wrapping his arms around Derek’s human torso.
Derek marveled at how weightless Stiles felt as he carried him, and he began to trot towards the house… his swaying horse cock getting harder and harder. He just hoped that Stiles knew some special stretching techniques.
A transformation sequence for systemdrake on FA! 🦍
Think you can swing as hard as King Kong? Put your strength to the test to find out—if you hit hard enough, you might just win the grand prize!
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This is actually inspired by an idea I've had for many, many years by now... I always thought badonkadonk was a fun word, and of course, since I have perpetual centaur brainrot, I soon thought of a scenario where it might be used in a taur-related context 😋 Check under the cut for a little story that goes along with this image, as well as links to NSFW versions!
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