April 16th was Draw a Centaur Day, which is always a great reason to draw these mythical creatures. I had hoped to get this up closer to the actual date, but wanted to take more time to get it right. I find centaurs especially challenging to draw, and these were no exceptions, taking a lot of failed sketches before I settled on this design. My current take on centaurs is heavily inspired by the designs in Monster Musume, as well as some other artists who draw much better centaurs than me, such as Naga and http://www.furaffinity.net/user/phantom-inker/. I still find it a bit odd that FA doesn't have a "centaur" option in species.
Conceptually, this is a redraw of a 2013 piece of mine: http://kathalia.deviantart.com/art/.....Trap-366152480 Trying to get some more movement and detailing into the piece and change up the composition a little bit. Coloured this current one traditionally instead of digitally. Please let me know what you think of the piece, I'm pretty proud of it!
Wrote an accompanying story below. For those unfamiliar with my work, these characters are from my series Kroashent http://kathalia.deviantart.com/gall.....9941/Kroashent, a fantasy setting inspired largely by the Celtic Mythology of Brittany. Kathalia Bisclavret, the red-haired one, is a former Paladin fallen from grace, taking up life as a mercenary sword for hire and occassional highwayman. Gwaeron Sulime Dethemir, or Gwae for short is a fae wizard, working as a scholar and merchant for a alliance of powerful craftsmen guilds.
Investigating the disappearances of several well guarded caravans, Gwae and Kathalia discover that a vicious ring of slavers is responsible, led from the shadows by a diabolical minotaur. Witnessing another attack by the gang, our heroines have followed the slavers to a subterranean city of twisting passages, hewn from the limestone by a forgotten race. They work their way deeper into the caves, unsure of what they will find in the dungeon's depths...
Kathalia slid down the slope, kicking up loose gravel as she descended. She reached the base of the room, a circular chamber with a tile floor, the large domed vault above supported by massive stone columns. Silently, she stepped forward, her padded boots muffling her footsteps as she ducked behind a column, her fingers loosely gripped around the hilt of her longsword. She glances around the room, searching the low light for signs of movement. The only thing that caught her eye was a marble pedestal placed in the direct center of the room, a gem suspended above it, casting an eerie blue glow throughout the chamber. By its light, she could make out several heavy stone doors around the room, each sealed shut. The only way into or out of the room was the collapsed section of the wall from where she had just come, down the slope that Gwae was attempting to descend. The mage slipped about halfway down, falling down and sliding several feet before being deposited unceremoniously in a heap. When nothing reacted to the sound, Kathalia released her grip on her sword, helping her friend to her feet.
“Seems we're alone. What do you make of this place?” She gestured around the room, a frieze of rough carvings ringing the walls now visible as her eyes adjusted to the dim blue light. “And do you think that we can get one of these doors open?”
Gwae said nothing, embarrassed from her fall, and merely nodded, walking over to study the damaged frieze. Kathalia let her go about her work and turned her attention to the nearest door. Several minutes of pocking and prodding did nothing to move the heavy obstacle. Gwae approached, having made the circuit of the edge of the room.
“I have an idea of who built this place. The sculptures are quite damaged, but I think I kin make out most of the tale.” She began, “The sculptures tell of a clan of centaurs locked in a bloody war with a human clan. The centaur were all but wiped them out and the surviving chieftain took the shattered clan and fled north. They were hidin', fearin' an attack from their enemies or other human settlements, so they carved these caves outta the rock to give themselves shelter in an attack. I dinna know how the story ends tho. They seemed fairly confident that they would be able to protect themselves in the end. ” she gestured at the pile of debris the two had scaled. “Nothin' about any doors though.”
Kathalia frowned. “Well, we can't go back the way we came. The entrance is bound to be crawling with slavers by this point and I didn't see any other paths that went anywhere. We need to press forward if we are going to find the prisoners.” Kathalia turned towards to slowly rotating gem. “What about that?”
Gwae paused to consider. “Aye, the gem was fashioned by some kind of mage or priest o' the clan and seemed to be pretty important. Ye think its a lock?”
“Well, we know that the slavers take the prisoners at least this far, and there isn't anything else that seems useful in here to open these doors. Makes sense that it would be their secret weapon to defend themselves. Activate that, the room seals itself off, protects the deeper levels. The rest of the raiding party will probably be through here soon, we need to be gone by then. Not a lot of places to hide.”
The pair approached the pedestal, the eerie blue glow reflecting on their skin. Kathalia examined the rotating gem, noting it seemed to be hovering in mid air, something within pulsing, the colours of the gem shifting sublty in a mesmerizing pattern. She reached out to touch the stone with her gloved hand. Before she could make contact, something within the gem flashed, a bright wave of blue light sweeping across the room over the adventurers. Kathalia leapt back, shielding her eyes as she pulled out her longsword in a fluid motion. Gwae raised her staff, the beginnings of a shield forming seconds too late as the light moved past her. The two stood in silence for a moment, wondering what had happened and what lay in store. The light within the gem glowed brighter than before, the dim blue glow covering the entire room. Nothing else seemed to happen.
“Maybe we jes turned it on?” Gwae suggested “It may have another step to do anything?”
Kathalia felt her stomache churning, a nauseous feeling rising within her. Something was very wrong. She stumbled back, a sharp pain shooting through her feet, pressure building within her boots. Her ears itched with a burning sensation, a tingling spreading up her legs with each step she took.
Her thoughts raced as she cursed her mistake. Of course the crystal was trapped. The slavers, or perhaps the original inhabitants must have rigged up something to prevent someone from tampering with the doors.
Something pushed against the back of her skirt, straining her undergarments, a build up of intense pressure at the base of her spine. She grasped her sword tightly, her knuckles blanching white under her gloves as she squeezed the handle. There was a ripping of cloth as her undergarments gave way, the break in pressure sending a shudder of almost sensual relief through her body causing her to gasp. She felt something brush against her thigh, pushing her skirt backwards. She spun to confront the passing shape, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the truth, a tail of the same reddish-orange as her hair. She didn't have time to react as her attention was once again called to the pressure building in her boots. She attempted to move her toes to get feeling back in them, but found herself unable too. Her feet felt stiff and heavy, the boots misshapen and uncomfortable. She stumbled, finding it difficult to stand, her heels forced upwards as if she were standing on her toes. She looked to Gwae, who was staring at her, eyes wide in disbelief. Kathalia blinked as she was forced to take a closer look at her friend, whose ears appeared to be covered in tufts of grey fur. Kathalia removed her glove, reaching for her own ears, dreading what she knew she would find. She ran her fingers along the edge of her long ears, feeling the soft fur covering them. She took a step backwards, stumbling on her uneven feet. She heard a loud ripping sound as the toe of her boot was shredded open, revealing the hoof beneath it. Her legs and buttocks began to swell, her leggings ripping apart at the seams to reveal a smooth boat of chestnut fur beneath. Gwae let out an audible shriek, her dress lifting behind her as her own tail began to form, revealing her legs, a coating of grey fur spreading across her bare skin. A sharp feeling of pain and nausea swept over the warrior, her eyes welling up with tears as her head began to spin. Thoughts raced through her mind too fast to grasp, her sense of the present overwhelmed to the point of unconsciousness, the blue glow of the gem pressing down on her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, focusing herself mentally, blocking out the oppressive glow of the magical energy. She exhaled, repeating the process several times.
She opened her eyes once more as reality slammed back into her like a wave onto the side of a ship. A second pair of legs had emerged from under her skirt, the hoofed feet kicking wildly as she struggled to control her panic. Her rear legs had grown considerably wider, her body stretching out into an equine trunk. Her breasts began to swell, straining her shirt as they grew. She reared back, finding it difficult to remain upright as the weight built up. The first ropes on her shirt snapped, small tears pulling apart the white undershirt. She stumbled, unable to stand upright any longer and her front legs hit the ground with a sharp clack, a shudder passing through as they interacted with something physical for the first time, cementing the reality in Kathalia's mind. Another set of fastenings snapped, the rope dangling uselessly as a large tear ripped through her shirt. She stepped back, awkwardly attempting to move on her new legs. To her surprise, it was more natural than she had expected. Another sharp -CLACK- brought her attention to Gwae, her fair face an expression of pure terror and bewilderment. The sidhe stood awkwardly on a set of four grey horse legs, her tail pushing the dress that covered her flank back and forth as it nervously twitched. She kicked off her boots, which had survived better than Kathalia's own. Another rope on Kathalia's shirt snapped and she exhaled in relief, the pressure on her breasts lessened as the swelling finally slowed. Gwae's clothing had not fared much better, her shirt ripped from beneath her corset. Kathalia breathed deeply, flicking her tail in annoyance as she tried to calm herself down. She took a few steps, building the confidence on her new legs. She turned, looking over her long equine body, stepping out of the tattered pile of cloth on the ground. Her ears pricked up as she heard rumbling, orange light appearing beneath the largest stone door as it began to rise. She tightened her grip on her sword and turned to Gwae, pivoting on her four legs.
“Gwae! Focus! We're about to have company.”
Gwae blinked, her panic subsiding as she looked over her new body. She took a few tentative steps, trying to get used to her body in the limited time she had.
“Tha how the centaurs protected their home against invaders.” the mage muttered, more to get her own thoughts in order than to state anything new. “Anyone who got this far would be given the chance to join the clan or would be too disoriented t' resist. But why would the slavers use this place? It seems a bit daft.”
“Because they could triple the value of any slaves they sold. A merchant or novice caravan guard isn't going to fetch much of a price. A centaur can do all the work of a horse and a man. The guilds and kingdoms would move to crush the operation if word got out that the slavers were capturing caravans, but ignoring the sale of a group of non-humans would only take a small bribe. Lots of people aren't exactly keen on the fae or others sharing the world they think is rightfully theirs.”
Gwae nodded, tightening her grip on her staff. “So they use the curse to turn their captives. It explains why the Merchantmen didn't catch any sales at the ports. They weren't looking for centaurs.”
The door opened, a flood of armed men moved into the room, silhouetted by the flickering torches in the tunnel beneath. Some centaurs were among them, but mostly men, armed with clubs, spears and shortswords. In the center, matted with blood that reflected off the torchlight, a massive hulking form, ten feet tall, stepped forward, his henchmen moving to avoid his massive hooves. The light glistened off the minotaur's horns as he hefted a large ax over his broad shoulders, the nostrils on his bull-head flaring as he snorted, his murderous eyes focused on the two mares in the center of the room, a cruel laugh echoing across the limestone dome.
“I had heard that some meddling guildsmen had been poking around. You've fallen right into my trap, you pathetic wretches.” He gave them both a look that made Kathalia shiver with disgust and rage. “Yes, you'll both pull in a nice price in the markets. But first, I think I'll let my boys have a go at you for causing such trouble.”
The centaurs of the group let out a laugh that made the sellsword's skin crawl. The group began to move forward. A smile crept across Kathalia's lips as she watched their movements. From their gait, she could tell that these were not natural centaurs, but henchmen who had accidentally activated the trapped crystal themselves. Their human sides weren't much better, grasping their weapons in a way they thought was menacing but showed their lack of skill. They clearly thought that they would easily defeat the pair, taking them for frightened, confused women way out of their league. Kathalia tightened her grip on her sword and nodded to Gwae, who returned the motion, bringing her staff up to bear, the magic gathering in the central crystal, energy spiraling across the triskellion in the staffhead. Kathalia turned, scuffing her front hoof in anticipation of her charge. This was going to be an interesting battle.
Conceptually, this is a redraw of a 2013 piece of mine: http://kathalia.deviantart.com/art/.....Trap-366152480 Trying to get some more movement and detailing into the piece and change up the composition a little bit. Coloured this current one traditionally instead of digitally. Please let me know what you think of the piece, I'm pretty proud of it!
Wrote an accompanying story below. For those unfamiliar with my work, these characters are from my series Kroashent http://kathalia.deviantart.com/gall.....9941/Kroashent, a fantasy setting inspired largely by the Celtic Mythology of Brittany. Kathalia Bisclavret, the red-haired one, is a former Paladin fallen from grace, taking up life as a mercenary sword for hire and occassional highwayman. Gwaeron Sulime Dethemir, or Gwae for short is a fae wizard, working as a scholar and merchant for a alliance of powerful craftsmen guilds.
Investigating the disappearances of several well guarded caravans, Gwae and Kathalia discover that a vicious ring of slavers is responsible, led from the shadows by a diabolical minotaur. Witnessing another attack by the gang, our heroines have followed the slavers to a subterranean city of twisting passages, hewn from the limestone by a forgotten race. They work their way deeper into the caves, unsure of what they will find in the dungeon's depths...
Kathalia slid down the slope, kicking up loose gravel as she descended. She reached the base of the room, a circular chamber with a tile floor, the large domed vault above supported by massive stone columns. Silently, she stepped forward, her padded boots muffling her footsteps as she ducked behind a column, her fingers loosely gripped around the hilt of her longsword. She glances around the room, searching the low light for signs of movement. The only thing that caught her eye was a marble pedestal placed in the direct center of the room, a gem suspended above it, casting an eerie blue glow throughout the chamber. By its light, she could make out several heavy stone doors around the room, each sealed shut. The only way into or out of the room was the collapsed section of the wall from where she had just come, down the slope that Gwae was attempting to descend. The mage slipped about halfway down, falling down and sliding several feet before being deposited unceremoniously in a heap. When nothing reacted to the sound, Kathalia released her grip on her sword, helping her friend to her feet.
“Seems we're alone. What do you make of this place?” She gestured around the room, a frieze of rough carvings ringing the walls now visible as her eyes adjusted to the dim blue light. “And do you think that we can get one of these doors open?”
Gwae said nothing, embarrassed from her fall, and merely nodded, walking over to study the damaged frieze. Kathalia let her go about her work and turned her attention to the nearest door. Several minutes of pocking and prodding did nothing to move the heavy obstacle. Gwae approached, having made the circuit of the edge of the room.
“I have an idea of who built this place. The sculptures are quite damaged, but I think I kin make out most of the tale.” She began, “The sculptures tell of a clan of centaurs locked in a bloody war with a human clan. The centaur were all but wiped them out and the surviving chieftain took the shattered clan and fled north. They were hidin', fearin' an attack from their enemies or other human settlements, so they carved these caves outta the rock to give themselves shelter in an attack. I dinna know how the story ends tho. They seemed fairly confident that they would be able to protect themselves in the end. ” she gestured at the pile of debris the two had scaled. “Nothin' about any doors though.”
Kathalia frowned. “Well, we can't go back the way we came. The entrance is bound to be crawling with slavers by this point and I didn't see any other paths that went anywhere. We need to press forward if we are going to find the prisoners.” Kathalia turned towards to slowly rotating gem. “What about that?”
Gwae paused to consider. “Aye, the gem was fashioned by some kind of mage or priest o' the clan and seemed to be pretty important. Ye think its a lock?”
“Well, we know that the slavers take the prisoners at least this far, and there isn't anything else that seems useful in here to open these doors. Makes sense that it would be their secret weapon to defend themselves. Activate that, the room seals itself off, protects the deeper levels. The rest of the raiding party will probably be through here soon, we need to be gone by then. Not a lot of places to hide.”
The pair approached the pedestal, the eerie blue glow reflecting on their skin. Kathalia examined the rotating gem, noting it seemed to be hovering in mid air, something within pulsing, the colours of the gem shifting sublty in a mesmerizing pattern. She reached out to touch the stone with her gloved hand. Before she could make contact, something within the gem flashed, a bright wave of blue light sweeping across the room over the adventurers. Kathalia leapt back, shielding her eyes as she pulled out her longsword in a fluid motion. Gwae raised her staff, the beginnings of a shield forming seconds too late as the light moved past her. The two stood in silence for a moment, wondering what had happened and what lay in store. The light within the gem glowed brighter than before, the dim blue glow covering the entire room. Nothing else seemed to happen.
“Maybe we jes turned it on?” Gwae suggested “It may have another step to do anything?”
Kathalia felt her stomache churning, a nauseous feeling rising within her. Something was very wrong. She stumbled back, a sharp pain shooting through her feet, pressure building within her boots. Her ears itched with a burning sensation, a tingling spreading up her legs with each step she took.
Her thoughts raced as she cursed her mistake. Of course the crystal was trapped. The slavers, or perhaps the original inhabitants must have rigged up something to prevent someone from tampering with the doors.
Something pushed against the back of her skirt, straining her undergarments, a build up of intense pressure at the base of her spine. She grasped her sword tightly, her knuckles blanching white under her gloves as she squeezed the handle. There was a ripping of cloth as her undergarments gave way, the break in pressure sending a shudder of almost sensual relief through her body causing her to gasp. She felt something brush against her thigh, pushing her skirt backwards. She spun to confront the passing shape, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the truth, a tail of the same reddish-orange as her hair. She didn't have time to react as her attention was once again called to the pressure building in her boots. She attempted to move her toes to get feeling back in them, but found herself unable too. Her feet felt stiff and heavy, the boots misshapen and uncomfortable. She stumbled, finding it difficult to stand, her heels forced upwards as if she were standing on her toes. She looked to Gwae, who was staring at her, eyes wide in disbelief. Kathalia blinked as she was forced to take a closer look at her friend, whose ears appeared to be covered in tufts of grey fur. Kathalia removed her glove, reaching for her own ears, dreading what she knew she would find. She ran her fingers along the edge of her long ears, feeling the soft fur covering them. She took a step backwards, stumbling on her uneven feet. She heard a loud ripping sound as the toe of her boot was shredded open, revealing the hoof beneath it. Her legs and buttocks began to swell, her leggings ripping apart at the seams to reveal a smooth boat of chestnut fur beneath. Gwae let out an audible shriek, her dress lifting behind her as her own tail began to form, revealing her legs, a coating of grey fur spreading across her bare skin. A sharp feeling of pain and nausea swept over the warrior, her eyes welling up with tears as her head began to spin. Thoughts raced through her mind too fast to grasp, her sense of the present overwhelmed to the point of unconsciousness, the blue glow of the gem pressing down on her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, focusing herself mentally, blocking out the oppressive glow of the magical energy. She exhaled, repeating the process several times.
She opened her eyes once more as reality slammed back into her like a wave onto the side of a ship. A second pair of legs had emerged from under her skirt, the hoofed feet kicking wildly as she struggled to control her panic. Her rear legs had grown considerably wider, her body stretching out into an equine trunk. Her breasts began to swell, straining her shirt as they grew. She reared back, finding it difficult to remain upright as the weight built up. The first ropes on her shirt snapped, small tears pulling apart the white undershirt. She stumbled, unable to stand upright any longer and her front legs hit the ground with a sharp clack, a shudder passing through as they interacted with something physical for the first time, cementing the reality in Kathalia's mind. Another set of fastenings snapped, the rope dangling uselessly as a large tear ripped through her shirt. She stepped back, awkwardly attempting to move on her new legs. To her surprise, it was more natural than she had expected. Another sharp -CLACK- brought her attention to Gwae, her fair face an expression of pure terror and bewilderment. The sidhe stood awkwardly on a set of four grey horse legs, her tail pushing the dress that covered her flank back and forth as it nervously twitched. She kicked off her boots, which had survived better than Kathalia's own. Another rope on Kathalia's shirt snapped and she exhaled in relief, the pressure on her breasts lessened as the swelling finally slowed. Gwae's clothing had not fared much better, her shirt ripped from beneath her corset. Kathalia breathed deeply, flicking her tail in annoyance as she tried to calm herself down. She took a few steps, building the confidence on her new legs. She turned, looking over her long equine body, stepping out of the tattered pile of cloth on the ground. Her ears pricked up as she heard rumbling, orange light appearing beneath the largest stone door as it began to rise. She tightened her grip on her sword and turned to Gwae, pivoting on her four legs.
“Gwae! Focus! We're about to have company.”
Gwae blinked, her panic subsiding as she looked over her new body. She took a few tentative steps, trying to get used to her body in the limited time she had.
“Tha how the centaurs protected their home against invaders.” the mage muttered, more to get her own thoughts in order than to state anything new. “Anyone who got this far would be given the chance to join the clan or would be too disoriented t' resist. But why would the slavers use this place? It seems a bit daft.”
“Because they could triple the value of any slaves they sold. A merchant or novice caravan guard isn't going to fetch much of a price. A centaur can do all the work of a horse and a man. The guilds and kingdoms would move to crush the operation if word got out that the slavers were capturing caravans, but ignoring the sale of a group of non-humans would only take a small bribe. Lots of people aren't exactly keen on the fae or others sharing the world they think is rightfully theirs.”
Gwae nodded, tightening her grip on her staff. “So they use the curse to turn their captives. It explains why the Merchantmen didn't catch any sales at the ports. They weren't looking for centaurs.”
The door opened, a flood of armed men moved into the room, silhouetted by the flickering torches in the tunnel beneath. Some centaurs were among them, but mostly men, armed with clubs, spears and shortswords. In the center, matted with blood that reflected off the torchlight, a massive hulking form, ten feet tall, stepped forward, his henchmen moving to avoid his massive hooves. The light glistened off the minotaur's horns as he hefted a large ax over his broad shoulders, the nostrils on his bull-head flaring as he snorted, his murderous eyes focused on the two mares in the center of the room, a cruel laugh echoing across the limestone dome.
“I had heard that some meddling guildsmen had been poking around. You've fallen right into my trap, you pathetic wretches.” He gave them both a look that made Kathalia shiver with disgust and rage. “Yes, you'll both pull in a nice price in the markets. But first, I think I'll let my boys have a go at you for causing such trouble.”
The centaurs of the group let out a laugh that made the sellsword's skin crawl. The group began to move forward. A smile crept across Kathalia's lips as she watched their movements. From their gait, she could tell that these were not natural centaurs, but henchmen who had accidentally activated the trapped crystal themselves. Their human sides weren't much better, grasping their weapons in a way they thought was menacing but showed their lack of skill. They clearly thought that they would easily defeat the pair, taking them for frightened, confused women way out of their league. Kathalia tightened her grip on her sword and nodded to Gwae, who returned the motion, bringing her staff up to bear, the magic gathering in the central crystal, energy spiraling across the triskellion in the staffhead. Kathalia turned, scuffing her front hoof in anticipation of her charge. This was going to be an interesting battle.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Horse
Gender Female
Size 1280 x 853px
These girls need to stop horsing around in strange tombs and forest.
They're magnets for TFs but I'm sure people have pointed this out before, so I won't beat a dead horse.
They're magnets for TFs but I'm sure people have pointed this out before, so I won't beat a dead horse.
Ah, but if they did that, then there wouldn't be excuses to transform them! Ironically, I hadn't intended to make these two so transformation focused, but quick TFs are faster than complex story arcs. But still, best to not look a gift horse in the mouth.
I find the TF stories are effective. :3 The Werewolf series was my favorite but I do love seeing these girls getting caught up in all of these different scenarios. Also like how becoming Centaurs made their breasts grow.
Also, the lovely horse puns everywhere. X3
Also, the lovely horse puns everywhere. X3
I am still super-proud of that werewolf sequence. I think it is one of my best things using these characters. Its fun to put them into different scenarios, TF or otherwise and play around with their reactions. Plenty more of that to come. Thinking I may do another longer sequence with them for next Halloween, but haven't settled on an appropriate idea yet.
The breast expansion was a silly little homage to Monster Musume's Centorea. and yes, so many horse puns!
The breast expansion was a silly little homage to Monster Musume's Centorea. and yes, so many horse puns!
I like the art and I love the story. On it's own it's really good, but it also inspires thoughts of other fun potential stories. Just imagine, a caravan guard, captured, centaured, and sold, pulling off a daring escape with some of the other innocent victims. Their attempts to survive, perhaps even build a new community for their kind, unintentionally bringing back the long-lost centaur civilization. It'd make an awesome story or roleplay.
nice but take the . off the link or it doenst work !! ^v6
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