"Unleash the dragon within, and let your spirit take flight." - Thomas Turner
Sisu and Raya were at the Fang River’s edge, her blue hair fluttering in the afternoon breeze. She wore her usual human attire: a flowing purple tunic that hung loosely over her frame, paired with simple leather shoes she’d taken to wearing in Kumandra. The tunic was tight while shoes hugged her feet, but it was a practical choice for her human wanderings. She knew, however, when her inner dragon called, they wouldn’t survive what was coming.
Sisu and Raya were practicing sword swings before they stopped. The water of Fang River was being to act up. “Hey, Raya,” Sisu called, “you ever feel the water talking to you?” Raya smirked. “Only when you’re around, Sisu.” Sisu was concerned, giving her sword to Raya and beginning to move towards the river. “Yeah, it’s being real loud today.” She goes closer to the river as she begins to sense it’s a message. Sisu grinned, stepping into the shallows. Something’s up… I’ve gotta go dragon.” Raya’s smirk softened. “You sure?” Sisu nodded. “Yeah. Feels big.” Raya gave a thumbs-up. “I’ll hold things down here” Sisu waded in deeper, the cool water lapping at her ankles, its magic stirring within her. She knew the transformation would shred her clothes, but that was fine… they’d be restored when she was human again.
Sisu stepped deeper, the river rising to her knees. “Alright, water, let’s do this! You’re my element, after all,” she said, raising her arms with a steady breath. The surface glowed blue, then surged upward in tendrils, lifting her into the air within a shimmering column of liquid light. “Dragon time!” she murmured, her voice calm yet eager, as the water held her aloft.
The water started with her feet. A warm pulse rippled through her toes, still encased in the leather shoes. She felt the familiar shift starting, her feet pressing against the confines. The water was weaking the shoes as the leather tightened. Stitches straining as her toes merged from five to three, thickening and lengthening. With a sharp RIP, the shoes split apart. Claws erupted, gleaming and curved, tearing through the soles. The shredded leather fell into the swirling water below as her heels broadened, arches flattening into wide, padded dragon paws. Scales bloomed, iridescent blue with silver flecks, starting at her toes and climbing her ankles, each one catching the light like a wet jewel. “It’s been a while, but it’s good to finally have these back.” She told herself as she flexed her new claws, feeling their strength.
The transformation surged upward. Her legs elongated, muscles coiling beneath the tunic’s hem. Scales cascaded over her calves, shimmering like river stones. A tingling bloomed in her spine, and with a wet splash, a serpentine tail unfurled, slicing through the tunic’s lower edge, leaving jagged tears. Her tail grew bigger, gaining small tuft on the end of her tail. “You can’t be a dragon without our signature tails.” She said as the water spun faster, lifting her higher as her human form continued to fade.
Her torso expanded next. The purple tunic stretched taut across her chest, fabric pulling against her widening frame. Seams popped along her shoulders, threads snapping one by one. With a loud rrrrrip, the tunic tore down the center, splitting apart as her ribcage broadened into a dragon’s sturdy chest. The tattered remnants fluttered away, dissolving into the water’s glow, as scales flowed over her belly. Smooth, tough, and radiant. “Oops, there goes the outfit!” “Well… it would have been ruined in battle. At least it will be restored when my human-self returns.”
Her arms prickled next. "Okay, hands, let's see some magic!" she said, grinning as her fingers began to stretch and shift. The skin tightened, then softened as her five fingers thickened and merged slightly, forming broad, padded digits. "These are always so nice to have back… they are wicked!" she exclaimed, watching her hands reshape into sturdy dragon paws, each tipped with blunt, gleaming claws. Scales raced up her forearms, shimmering blue and silver, rippling over her elbows and climbing to her shoulders. Her arms lengthened slightly, muscles bulging beneath the fresh scales. "Feeling stronger already," she noted, giving them a playful shake.
The transformation flowed to her neck. "Here comes the stretch!" she said with a giggle as it began to lengthen, vertebrae popping softly. Her skin shimmered as scales crept upward, covering her throat in a protective, radiant layer. Her blue hair lifted, thickening and shifting. "Oh, my mane's getting fancy!" she cheered as it wove into a flowing cascade streaked with blue, purple, and silver. It was rippling like the river itself. The strands grew longer, wilder, framing her changing form.
Her face was next. "Time for the big finish!" she said, her voice deepening slightly as her jaw widened with a soft crack. "Ooh, that tickles!" she added, feeling her teeth sharpen into fangs. Twin horns spiraled from her brow, curling elegantly. "Horns, fangs, the works! I’m a masterpiece!” she laughed, tilting her head. Her eyes flared, pupils narrowing into glowing slits. Her scales began to glow, signaling her dragon taking charge. "Check me out, I’m glowing with dragon power!” she called out, her voice now a mix of human cheer and dragon resonance.
With a final surge, the water column exploded outward in a dazzling spray, and Sisu emerged. The Dragon of Water, a majestic blue dragon. She hovered midair as her noodle-like appearance gained her flight. Her iridescent scales gleamed and mane flowed. She roared playfully at Raya, a sound of power and purpose, shaking the riverbank. Her clothes were gone, but she knew the magic of her dragon nature would weave them anew when she returned to human form. Sisu waved to Raya and left for the source of the signal.
Sisu hovered above a larger river, Luminara River, the source of the message. Her massive paws flexing as she adjusted to her dragon form. “Alright, big river, I’m here and glowing like crazy! Spill the beans… what’s this message all about?" The river shot skyward. She lifted her gaze as four dragons approached, Pengu, Jagan, Amba, and Pranee, their scales catching the twilight.
“Sisu!” Pengu called, landing with a gust. “Pengu!,” They hugged, “It’s good to see you and the rest of the dragons again. What brought you here?” “We felt the river’s call too.” Amba’s tone was heavy. “There’s talk of Druun in the north. It might be starting again.” Sisu’s mane drooped slightly, her eyes softening. “Druun? I hoped we’d seen the last of them.” Pranee nudged her gently. “We did our best before. But it’s not over yet.” Jagan nodded. “We need to go… all of us.”
Sisu met their gazes, her voice steady and warm. “Okay. If they’re back, we’ll handle it together. You’re all so strong. I’m just glad I can stand with you. Especially after being left alone to deal with them last time.” Pengu tilted his head. “You’re part of this, Sisu. You helped bring us back.” She smiled faintly. “Yeah, but it wasn’t easy nor was it painless. I worry about losing you all again. The rest dragons give Sisu a hug. “You’ll won’t be alone this time, now we’ll keep Kumandra safe, side by side.” Sisu smiled and returned the hug. “You all are the best.”
The dragons took flight, Sisu among them, beating in rhythm with her siblings. Being together helped lighten the mood despite the situation, supportive and resolute, ready to face the threat with her family. Trusting each other’s skills, and ready to face anything as the Dragons of Kumandra.

"We all have a dinosaur deep within us just trying to get out." -Colin Mochrie
Years after the events of The Good Dinosaur, Spot sat by a flickering campfire, the flames casting long shadows across the rocky ground. Now a young man living with his human family, he stared up at the constellations, tracing their patterns with his eyes. The night was quiet, broken only by the fire’s crackle and distant hoots of nocturnal creatures. He shifted on the log he sat on, pulling his worn tunic tighter against the evening chill.
“Another night stuck here,” he muttered, jabbing at the fire with a stick. “Same old routine... hunt, eat, sleep.” He tossed the stick into the flames and leaned back, hands behind his head. “I keep thinking about Arlo, out there on that farm. He’s got his life figured out. Me? I’m just… me.” A restless edge crept into his voice as he gazed at the stars. “What if I could be more than this? Like, really change. Become anything I want?”
He sat up straighter, the idea taking root. “Turn into a bird and fly off, or something big like Arlo.” A faint smile tugged at his lips as he pictured it. Soaring over treetops, lumbering through fields. “Yeah, that’d be something."
He sighed, his breath fogging in the cool air. “Wish I could make it happen,” he murmured, staring into the fire as if willing it to spark some kind of magic. A deep longing stirred within him, and he let out a soft, wistful growl, a remnant of his feral days. “Come on, universe, give me something,” he said under his breath, the words half a challenge, half a plea.
Suddenly, a strange warmth blossomed in his chest, spreading outward like ripples across water. It began as a gentle heat, like the fire’s embrace, but quickly intensified into a searing, electric surge that coursed through every nerve. Spot clutched at his tunic, his breath hitching in sharp, shallow gasps. “What’s happening to me?” he muttered, his voice quivering as he glanced down. His hands shimmered with a soft, golden light, the glow pulsing in sync with his racing heartbeat, veins beneath his skin faintly illuminated as if lit from within. “It's time, Spot,” a low voice rasped from the light. “Take the shape of the giants. Rise as the Shifter of Scales. Embrace the gift of the Shapeshifter."
A prickling sensation erupted in his bare feet, like a thousand tiny needles dancing across his soles. “What’s happening to my feet?” he said, his voice edged with confusion as he stared down. His toes twitched, then fused. Skin knitting together with a faint, wet stretching sound before swelling outward, bones grinding as they broadened into a massive, flat base. “They’re… they’re becoming like Arlo's, but they aren't brown!” he exclaimed, awe overtaking unease as the skin thickened and hardened into tough, brown scales, each plate cracking into place with a faint snap. Unlike Arlo’s light green hue, these scales gleamed a rich, earthy brown in the firelight. Beneath his swelling feet, light brown scales spread like a creeping shadow, forming thick, padded undersides that flexed with each shift of his growing weight. His legs trembled, then surged with growth. Muscles inflating like inflating bellows, tendons snapping as they stretched to support an expanding frame. “Whoa, this is… I’m getting bigger!” he said, his voice shaking as his calves thickened into tree-trunk pillars, his height doubling in moments, the ground sinking beneath his ballooning weight.
A searing jolt stabbed through his spine, forcing Spot to drop to all fours with a guttural cry. “Ugh, my back! It’s stretching, and growing!” he groaned, his body quaking as his vertebrae multiplied with a series of visceral pops and crunches. "I just got out of the habit of being feral!" he said as his spine elongated rapidly, each new bone stacking atop the last, pushing his torso upward and outward. His ribcage creaked and expanded, ribs lengthening and thickening into a barrel-like vault, the cartilage stretching with a rubbery groan. His leaf-covered loincloth snapping from the changes. “My chest… it’s huge now!” he panted, his voice hoarse as his lungs swelled, each breath a deep bellow that rustled nearby bushes. His body surged upward again, his shoulders rising as his frame grew to match the size of a young Apatosaurus, the log he’d sat on now dwarfed beneath him.
His arms spasmed, muscles rippling as they transformed and grew. “My fingers… they’re turning into claws, and look at the size!” he said, staring as his knuckles fused, fingers melding into three massive, claw-tipped digits, each as thick as his former arm. The skin sprouted pebble-like scales that raced up his forearms, now lengthening and bulking into colossal forelimbs, sinew twisting beneath a leathery, brown hide. “This can’t be real... I’m massive!” he whispered, flexing his claws, the ground trembling faintly under their weight. A pressure built at his spine’s base, then exploded outward. “A tail? I’m growing a tail, and it’s enormous!” he shouted, laughing wildly as the flesh tore with a soft rip, vertebrae stacking into a whip-like length that stretched dozens of feet behind him, brown scales glinting as it lashed the air, toppling a tree with a thunderous crash.
Spot’s neck began to elongate and grow, a slow, relentless pull that made his breath hitch. “My neck… it’s getting so long, and huge!” he said, his voice straining as muscles stretched taut, tendons popping like snapping cables. Each vertebra stretched and thickened, piling upward with a grinding crunch, his neck rising higher and wider until it towered above the treetops. “I can see everything! I’m so tall now!” he marveled, his head soaring, the campfire a tiny flicker far below. His shoulders ballooned outward, bones groaning as they widened to anchor the immense neck, his body now a towering mass of muscle and brown scale, proportions adjusting subtly to echo Littlefoot’s sturdy, youthful build.
Inside, his organs churned and expanded to match his growing size. His stomach twisted, walls thickening with a wet squelch as it grew into a cavernous chamber. “My stomach… it’s changing, and massive!” he said, wincing as a cramp rippled through, adapting to process vast amounts of vegetation. His heart shuddered, then slowed to a deep, resonant thoom that shook his frame. “My heart… it’s so slow, so big!” he noted, each beat a drumroll echoing through his bones, his chest now a vault for a heart the size of a boulder. His lungs ballooned, alveoli multiplying with a rustling hiss, each inhale a gale that stirred the fire’s ashes. “I’m growing so much! It’s unreal,” he gasped, his voice deepening as his throat widened.
Finally, his head transformed and grew, the change surging upward. “My face… it’s changing, and getting gigantic!” he said, his jaw cracking as it extended into a broad, rounded snout, wider and more curved than Arlo’s sharper features, aligning with Littlefoot’s gentle design. His nasal passages stretched, cartilage snapping as they widened into cavernous tunnels, his breath now a warm gust. His teeth ground against each other, flattening into chisel-like slabs as big as his former hands. “I have a snout now, and it’s massive!” he said, his voice a booming rumble as his vocal cords thickened, resonating through a skull that had grown to a young Apatosaurus’s proportions. His skin settled into a rich brown, the scales smooth yet tough, his eyes glinting with a prehistoric sharpness yet retaining a human spark.
As the golden glow faded, Spot stood fully transformed. A brown Apatosaurus, towering and majestic, his appearance now resembling Littlefoot, a Dinosaur he only heard stories about previously. He took a tentative step, the earth quaking beneath his colossal foot, soil cratering under his weight. "This might take some time to get used too...," he noted to himself, "I didn't expect to be back on all fours again." His tail swished, a sweeping arc that felled another tree with a splintering boom. “Whoa, that was… intense,” he rumbled, his voice a deep thunder rolling through the night. He blinked, his vision razor-sharp. Every leaf, every ember of the fire now vivid from his towering height. “I can see everything so clearly. I’m as big as a young Apatosaurus!” he said, swinging his neck to take in the vast expanse, the motion fluid and powerful. He inhaled, a torrent of scents flooding his massive nostrils: the smoky bite of the fire, the rich dampness of the earth, the crisp tang of distant pines. “And I can smell… everything,” he added, wonder thick in his tone.
Overwhelmed but exhilarated, Spot tested his new size and form. He swayed his neck, a graceful arc that rustled treetops, and let out a resonant call that shook the air. “This feels… natural,” he said, awe settling in as the sound echoed through his cavernous chest. He took another step, the ground shuddering, his strides now spanning yards. “I did it. I’m an Apatosaurus... like Arlo, but brown!” he said, disbelief and excitement mingling in his voice. “Wait, just like Littlefoot from the stories... This is incredible!”
He paused, a grin spreading across his enormous, brown snout. “I got to tell Arlo about this!,” he said softly, marveling at his gigantic form. With a louder, earth-shaking call that rolled across the night, Spot turned toward the horizon, where Arlo’s farm lay in the distance. “When he sees me as a Apatosaurus, Arlo is going to love this!” he declared, determination booming in his deep voice as he set off, each step a tremor, eager to reunite with his old friend before dawn, to see how Arlo reacts to his new, brown, Littlefoot-like appearance as a new chapter begins....

"We all have a dinosaur deep within us just trying to get out." -Colin Mochrie

Years after the events of The Good Dinosaur, Spot sat by a flickering campfire, the flames casting long shadows across the rocky ground. Now a young man living with his human family, he stared up at the constellations, tracing the familiar patterns with his eyes. The night was quiet, save for the crackle of the fire and the distant hoots of nocturnal creatures. He shifted on the log he sat on, pulling his worn tunic tighter against the evening chill.
“Another night stuck here,” he muttered, jabbing at the fire with a stick. “Same old routine... hunt, eat, sleep.” He tossed the stick into the flames and leaned back, hands behind his head. “I keep thinking about Arlo, out there on that farm. He’s got his life figured out. Me? I’m just… me.” A restless edge crept into his voice as he gazed at the stars. “What if I could be more than this? Like, really change. Become anything I want?”
He sat up straighter, the idea taking root. “Turn into a bird and fly off, or something big like Arlo. No more being tied down.” A faint smile tugged at his lips as he pictured it. Soaring over treetops, lumbering through fields. “Yeah, that’d be something."
He sighed, his breath fogging in the cool air. “Wish I could make it happen,” he murmured, staring into the fire as if willing it to spark some kind of magic. A deep longing stirred within him, and he let out a soft, wistful growl, a remnant of his feral days. “Come on, universe, give me something,” he said under his breath, the words half a challenge, half a plea.
Suddenly, a strange warmth blossomed in his chest, spreading outward like ripples across water. It started as a gentle heat, like the fire’s embrace, but quickly intensified into a searing, electric surge that coursed through every nerve. Spot clutched at his tunic, his breath hitching in sharp, shallow gasps. “What’s happening to me?” he muttered, his voice quivering as he glanced down. His hands shimmered with a soft, golden light, the glow pulsing in sync with his racing heartbeat, veins beneath his skin faintly illuminated as if lit from within. “It's time, Spot,” a low voice rasped from the light. “Take the shape of the giants. Rise as the Shifter of Scales. Embrace the gift of the Shapeshifter."

A prickling sensation erupted in his bare feet, like a thousand tiny needles dancing across his soles. “What’s happening to my feet?” he said, his voice edged with confusion as he stared down. His toes twitched, then fused. Skin knitting together with a faint, wet stretching sound before swelling outward, bones grinding as they broadened into a massive, flat base. “They’re… they’re becoming like Arlo’s!” he exclaimed, awe overtaking unease as the skin hardened into tough, grayish-green scales, each plate cracking into place with a faint snap. Beneath his swelling feet, darker green scales spread like a creeping shadow, forming thick, padded undersides that flexed with each shift of his growing weight. His legs trembled, then surged with growth. Muscles inflating like inflating bellows, tendons snapping as they stretched to support an expanding frame. “Whoa, this is… I’m getting bigger!” he said, his voice shaking as his calves thickened into tree-trunk pillars, his height doubling in moments, the ground sinking beneath his ballooning weight.

A searing jolt stabbed through his spine, forcing Spot to drop to all fours with a guttural cry. “Ugh, my back! It’s stretching, and growing!” he groaned, his body quaking as his vertebrae multiplied with a series of visceral pops and crunches. "I just got out of the habit of being feral!" he said as his spine elongated rapidly, each new bone stacking atop the last, pushing his torso upward and outward. His ribcage creaked and expanded, ribs lengthening and thickening into a barrel-like vault, the cartilage stretching with a rubbery groan. His leaf-covered loincloth snapping from the changes. “My chest… it’s huge now!” he panted, his voice hoarse as his lungs swelled, each breath a deep bellow that rustled nearby bushes. His body surged upward again, his shoulders rising as his frame grew to match Arlo’s towering stature, the log he’d sat on now dwarfed beneath him.

His arms spasmed, muscles rippling as they transformed and grew. “My fingers… they’re turning into claws, and look at the size!” he said, staring as his knuckles fused, fingers melding into three massive, claw-tipped digits, each as thick as his former arm. The skin sprouted pebble-like scales that raced up his forearms, now lengthening and bulking into colossal forelimbs, sinew twisting beneath a leathery hide. “This can’t be real... I’m massive!” he whispered, flexing his claws, the ground trembling faintly under their weight. A pressure built at his spine’s base, then exploded outward. “A tail? I’m growing a tail, and it’s enormous!” he shouted, laughing wildly as the flesh tore with a soft rip, vertebrae stacking into a whip-like length that stretched dozens of feet behind him, scales glinting as it lashed the air, toppling a tree with a thunderous crash.

Spot’s neck began to elongate and grow, a slow, relentless pull that made his breath hitch. “My neck… it’s getting so long, and huge!” he said, his voice straining as muscles stretched taut, tendons popping like snapping cables. Each vertebra stretched and thickened, piling upward with a grinding crunch, his neck rising higher and wider until it rivaled Arlo’s in scale. “I can see everything! I’m so tall now!” he marveled, his head soaring above the treetops, the campfire a tiny flicker far below. His shoulders ballooned outward, bones groaning as they widened to anchor the immense neck, his body now a towering mass of muscle and scale.

Inside, his organs churned and expanded to match his growing size. His stomach twisted, walls thickening with a wet squelch as it grew into a cavernous chamber. “My stomach… it’s changing, and massive!” he said, wincing as a cramp rippled through, adapting to process vast amounts of vegetation. His heart shuddered, then slowed to a deep, resonant thoom that shook his frame. “My heart… it’s so slow, so big!” he noted, each beat a drumroll echoing through his bones, his chest now a vault for a heart the size of a boulder. His lungs ballooned, alveoli multiplying with a rustling hiss, each inhale a gale that stirred the fire’s ashes. “I’m growing so much! It’s unreal,” he gasped, his voice deepening as his throat widened.

Finally, his head transformed and grew, the change surging upward. “My face… it’s changing, and getting gigantic!” he said, his jaw cracking as it extended into a broad, blunt snout, wide enough to dwarf his human self entirely. His nasal passages stretched, cartilage snapping as they widened into cavernous tunnels, his breath now a warm gust. His teeth ground against each other, flattening into chisel-like slabs as big as his former hands. “I have a snout now, and it’s massive!” he said, his voice a booming rumble as his vocal cords thickened, resonating through a skull that had grown to Arlo’s proportions, eyes glinting with prehistoric sharpness yet retaining a human spark.

As the golden glow faded, Spot stood fully transformed. An Apatosaurus as large as Arlo, a towering titan of scale and muscle. He took a tentative step, the earth quaking beneath his colossal foot, soil cratering under his weight. "This might take some time to get used too...," he noted to himself, "I didn't expect to be back on all fours again." His tail swished, a sweeping arc that felled another tree with a splintering boom. “Whoa, that was… intense,” he rumbled, his voice a deep thunder rolling through the night. He blinked, his vision razor-sharp. Every leaf, every ember of the fire now vivid from his towering height. “I can see everything so clearly. I’m as big as Arlo!” he said, swinging his neck to take in the vast expanse, the motion fluid and powerful. He inhaled, a torrent of scents flooding his massive nostrils: the smoky bite of the fire, the rich dampness of the earth, the crisp tang of distant pines. “And I can smell… everything,” he added, wonder thick in his tone.
Overwhelmed but exhilarated, Spot tested his new size and form. He swayed his neck, a graceful arc that rustled treetops, and let out a resonant call that shook the air. “This feels… natural,” he said, awe settling in as the sound echoed through his cavernous chest. He took another step, the ground shuddering, his strides now spanning yards. “I did it. I’m an Apatosaurus... Like Arlo!” he said, disbelief and excitement mingling in his voice. “This is incredible!”

He paused, a grin spreading across his enormous, green snout. “I got to tell Arlo about this!,” he said softly, marveling at his gigantic form. With a louder, earth-shaking call that rolled across the night, Spot turned toward the horizon, where Arlo’s farm lay in the distance. “When he sees me as a Apatosaurus, Arlo is going to love this!” he declared, determination booming in his deep voice as he set off, each step a tremor, eager to reunite with his old friend before dawn, to see how Arlo reacts to his new, green, Arlo-like appearance as a new chapter begins....

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Happy #TFTuesday everyone! My 10th commission with BlackSheepTFs features a character from Spellbound, a film with untapped transformation art potential due to its awesome creature designs. Princess Ellian, after researching her parents’ transformation and remembering the events of the film, seeks the Oracles’ help to help with her parent's separation and signs of their recurring beast forms. They grant her a unique shapeshifting ability, blending her parents’ traits with her own style (or completely her own style with the Red and Gold version), marked by a white swirl and joyful vibe reflecting her bravery and love. She then sets off to aid her parents in managing their beastly sides and possibly help other creatures too.
The art was done by the wonderful BlackSheepTFs.

People know about Bowser becoming Bowserette, but what if Bowserette becomes Bowser?
In this comic, Bowserette goes into an area where no one is around to become Bowser, their beastly form and the one everyone has been waiting for. Yeah, having a pretty Queen form is nice, but being human is nothing like being a Koopa. Being the king makes it nice to have both at your convivence.

This comic was done by Rex-equinox.