Black Sepia - chapter 8

"how's the molt going?" "nearly done, i think," said aziraphale. the old feathers were all gone, of course, but the new ones were still coming in.

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Azure Heart

She could use those clever paws to help him when it was time to molt, she could dye his feathers with more expertise so that his patterns were better defined.

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Two Sided Coin

The flesh on paul's tail started to lose color and dry- below the surface a new layer bubbled up into the pattern of new grown scales, causing the old skin to moult.

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Plans and Preparations

They were only minor feathers, he was due for a moult anyway, summer always came around so fast. "i have a tad of paperwork to do before i retire.", reinald nodded to the both of them and left the room.

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In The Land of Ancients: Chapter 3

By now the blade was melting into the demon's head, and although when i had lodged the sword there and had failed to hit it's brain, i had made it past its skull, and that's all i needed to do as the molted metal was now dripping on the demon's unprotected

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A Tale of Ponies and Wolves Ch.1

Stepping in, sure enough, there she was bent over her prep table, her molted tan and brown tits exposed, her brown curly main pinned up and disheveled, her tail hiked high and her long skirt pushed up over her round ass.

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Yiggow Chapter 7

Wingcock, shakily laughs and begins molting, the toucan feathers fall on the floor in a pile. both douglas and berkeley looked confused, as did many of the other fur students. "mrs. wingcock, are you alright?"

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Embers of Dawn: Chapter 36: The Dawnfire Intrigue

“my dear, if you preen me any harder, i may molt.” “oh hush,” she said, snapping her fingers smartly near his cheek as if swatting a bad thought. “you’re seeing royalty. not some lonely goatherd.

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Ch 4 - Crystal Plight

And she was terrified of his massive black and gray molted member. it was huge, and it throbbed, and to her it was comparable to a sapling. and it terrified her what he wanted to do with it. "you will desire me. you will be my empress.

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Great Hospitality

It was far thicker than his other leg, covered in what he assumed to be molted skin. his foot had become misshapen as well, now configured to stand on the balls of his feet as he wiggled his clawed toes.

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Subject #5: part 1

Looking her up and down i said "you're going to be molting in a few weeks, maybe a couple months." shivering she said "don't remind me!"

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