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After a phone call with his girlfriend one late night abruptly ended when he joked about her biting him in the night, whilst they were asleep, for her to run to his apartment to try to get there before anything happened, she has some explaining to do.
Commission for ABR05.
This particular girl wasn't expecting her transformation to go this far. Perhaps an overdose on a serum or potion? Magic spell or ritual gone too far? Either way, going to all fours wasn't something she had been looking forward to.
Comic commission for VulpineTF.
Don't order stuff from shady companies, people. (Or do!)
Soon after the events of me changing into Urtigg, Kuro's own inner dragon started feeling envious -- strongly craving to feel some fresh air again... and started forcing herself out. Pretty violently, too.
Did some alt images for this one!
Don't walk away from me,
I will always love you.
But how will I know -
Trick or treat?
Stock used:
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:300_animatronic_wolf_puppet_Closeup.jpg
http://www.bigstockphoto.com/image-33071597/stock-photo-african-young-woman-taking-off-a-mask-of-a-caucasian-woman
A commish for The-Transforming-Pen over on DA. I put all the images all together like a comic page.
A quick drawing I did in between studying for a huge exam. A pseudo-trade from FA where I'm turning into an orca! This was a fun one, I've never really gotten to do a tf where I grow a good deal, it's pretty interesting. And the anatomy was fun, I really like the hands and the mouth. They always look really bland with a white background, so I threw in some water and walls, let your imagination make up the scenario.
A sketchy idea concept thing of an OC I'm working on. She's the large magic wolverine currently turning me into a ferret. She's a counterpart to a different character I also have in the works. Figured you guys might like to see.
The late November day dawned clear and unseasonably warm, but that didn't last long. Clouds began to drift in by the time she'd finished breakfast, woolly, dark heaps of them hurried along by a biting wind. They jumbled together and sealed off the sky, pressing low to the ground and turning midday dark as evening. By the time the sun set the first flakes of snow began to drift down.
It would have been a perfect night for curling up with a mug of cocoa and a book, but lycanthropy is never cal...