Ghostbusters: Regenesis 06 - Split Ends
The barber kept working, bringing the slime through his hair until it stood up on end, rising up into a thick mohawk. the mohawk angled forward and up from his forehead and down and back from the nape of his neck, the thick crest impressive all around.
The Exhibitionist
The turnout was way bigger than he expected; literally hundreds of men had come to look upon Meeper's huge hulking body, their cocks hard as a rock, every one of them giving each other a handjob as they silently grunted and hummed in approval at...
Lemmy's Balancing Act [Preview]
On his knees, roy reared up and gripped the mohawked koopaling's hips. he pressed his lips in between the pair of yellow cheeks, eager to lap his tongue against the rim that was hidden in between them.
Meet Me in the Wasteland (Patreon Extreme)
A large purple mohawk on top of his head seemed to defy gravity as it would swing and bob with the rest of him and not lose volume.
A Ratty Morning
His dyed hair lazily lies to one side of his head, the mohawk limp. nothing a bit of gel and time can't fix. hell, he'd probably wash that before the rest of him.
Chance's Encounters. College day end.
mohawk running down the back of his neck, pierced lip and ears and others parts of his body covered up. most people moved out of his way when he walked by, whispering things behind his back.
Class in Session: Sexual Education with Claire
Failing a class- health class of all things and next to him...well next to him was his new tutor; a naked pink skunk girl, freshly shaven save for the bright alabaster stripe that rippled down her back and tail, leaving her with a complete and total body mohawk
Defenders of Evodusai Part 2
The shinx trotted slowly to the depressed lion, giving him a couple of friendly licks across his red mohawk. "i'm sorry for dragging you through all this, lilly," he apologized.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 10 of 37
His fur ruffling up his spine until it looked as though he had a mini-mohawk running down his neck. "did you feel that? cold breeze." i shrugged, having not felt anything out of the ordinary, but hearing the wind through the trees. "wind? oh shit!"
Don and Jake - Chapter 3
His mohawk was perfect, the olive green collared shortsleeve shirt he was wearing hugged his chest nicely and his dark wash jeans did the same for his ass. giving himself a quick nod he walked into the living room of his friend andrew's house.
The Golden Stag, PT 6: Extreme Makover
"the gutter-girl is not someone you just bragged about," the other said, one with a mare's mane down her head like a mohawk. the third one hid in the back for a while, but i heard their voices. a new contractor? i didn't see them.
Maggie's Suprise
The fur along her spine mohawks as she screamed out in pleasure. she squirmed around as her ears laid back, her eyes rolled up into her skull.