One Good Fight (Written Commission)
The blow lifting him a bit where he could land on his feet. hands came up instinctively to block for attacks, and those instincts gave him favor as he felt her knuckles and against his forearm.
Cop Daddy
John suddenly opened the car door and reached out, grabbing his son by the scruff of his neck, the bigger man's arm fully flexed as he lifted his son out almost effortlessly, like a child and stood him on his feet. "hands on the hood of the car."
Finding Atlantis - Ch2
Ruddy-brown - i was slightly darker - with a white stripe down our fronts and black socks on our feet, hands, and tail. (yeah, i had a tail for almost an hour and didn't even notice!)
Dragon Harem Reboot: Drake the Dragon Slut
There was a brief struggle against his feet, hands pushing on them and squirming going on under the band and against his magic. however, there was never a chance of a human pushing away from a dragon. even without magic, he would have been helpless.
Philagnia- The Land of Distorted Lust
Watching over what looks to be a man who was upside down- dressed in some sort of sheep… correction, covered in sheep fluff that didnt cover their flat chest, feet, hands, abs or cunt.
Town Twenty-Four
He placed his new foot? hand? whatever, into his mouth, biting on it as the keratin texture was more than real. another bellow was made, this one much closer. shots of fog blew from his blackening nose as he tried to examine everything.
Human Catcher 2
Tuck giggled, his foot-hands grabbing the crazed human's hips, fingers digging into his taut buttocks. he reach down and grabbed his cock at the base, it was a good size, a little over six inches, but a little on the thin side.
Born Again Dragon
Shice grabbed his... foot? hand? he grabbed whatever his crotch put on his face with his other one and pulled himself free. "i'd sooner want to be fixed and get rid of you!" he yelled to his crotch.
The Bridge Of Cologne prt. 2
Vandal trudged on, helping any of his brothers and sisters to their feet, handing them their weapons and urging them to fall back to the city, while he questioned them where his love was. many had pointed him farther onto the bridge.
Shelter from the Storm, Part One
He crawled blindly forward a few feet, hands groping but finding only smooth, polished wood. the noise of the storm was muted, and eiro could hear his own frantic breathing.
Fate's a Bitch (Doberman TF/TG)
He forced himself to his feet, hands shaking steadily at his sides. as eager as he was to sink his growing nails into his moist flesh, travis needed to know what fate had befallen the rest of his form.
The Reluctant Incubus, Part 1.
And my whole body, except for my feet, hands, and wings was covered in thick, coarse, greasy unruly black hair/fur. and anywhere skin showed you could see tough leathery gray skin covered in fine scales.