Cursed Location

I have an idea to draw a TF Sequence about sled dogs But I think I still coloring animals fur not good enough so I want to practice a little more

I had a story for this one i promise! But it got eaten by my dog then he barfed in a furnace. Damn you boonie!

Nothing exciting ever happens in these quaint, drowzy seaside towns...

Toned Paper Inks patreon commission for Jack. A sixth picture is coming

I don't know if the quality will be okay. I guess I threw away the original file along with another one I'm going to post here. Another story piece, this time from the story, Whitney. Its about a girl that unknowingly takes on a cursed job where workers eventually become animals.

I have an account on this transformation story site and one of the stories that have this piece is about a cursed forest and how all those that go in become something else. My stories mainly deal with wolf or dog transformation. (The stories range from all to mature ages, but if you want to read which one this is from here's the link:http://docs-lab.com/submissions/1246/journey-through-the-cursed-forest)

I imagine by now people have noticed this trend where I send these blind TF victims to ancient ruins. Well, you see, the owners of the area are frankly tired of all these so called archaeologists, scientists and even tourists mucking about the place. They wanted to teach these people a lesson, but at the same time warn off the others who might dare trespass! This poor fellow, you might know as Kenzu from FA, was wandering around ancient Greek/Roman ruins. But he did not heed the warning not...

Commission for Ealadubh and Pheagle of themselves as explorers who come upon a treasure trove! However their greed overcomes their senses the longer they remain there.

Commission for @Ealadubh of himself becoming the blood sacrifice for the return of Quetzalcoatl.

"I hobbled forward precariously as my legs stuck fast together, flesh between them pulling and fusing. My feet twisted sharply out to either side, forcing me down to my knees at the edge of the water, wobbling dangerously with rapidly shifting balance. My arms were of little help in balancing, as they were quickly shortening, drawing my hands up to the shoulder and spreading wider into long, clumsy flippers, fingers forming together. A crunching sensation pervaded my sinuses as my nose began its...