Desperate Times and Desperate Measures
She patted her head to find that her ears had moved on her, traveling up her scalp and fanning out into triangle like shapes.
Gagging For It
“over and over, it’s always meant for someone else, you sent it by mistake…” roseo’s grip tightened, fingers pricking into the younger male’s scalp, the bear’s growl festering into a dangerous snarl. “every fuckin’ time.
A Weekend Swim
His denticled-skin, brown along the back, spread up over his scalp, removing his human hair as it hovered in the air before being blown away. the now-brown scalp started to expand, taking his pseudo muzzle along for the ride.
Healing Love - Chapter 10
You're gonna end up with a raw scalp. this ain't killing me one bit. hurry up now, allen. jeez, you sure take a long time to answer." i finally got out of his grip, shaking my mane and rubbed my scalp. "yes, yes, john, i'll help out!
Idol Desire
He didn't want to get out of here, he thought while his scalp prickled the same as his arm in preparation for the red scales that would spread there, he wanted to find the idol and to bring it back.
Good Boy (ADHG)
\>she slowly moves a clawed hand to his scalp, running her fingers through his hair \>she leans in, looking your comrade right in his eyes \>"you're a goooood booooy" she softly coos. "my perfect little army man.
Dragon In The Suburbs.
I turned back to rhys, whose eyes fell to my jaw, then away, ears flicking once before folding flat to his scalp. quickly, the mask was fitted back into place. “...right.”
Suiting Up- A Mtf Leopard TF/TG
A loud buzzing filled his ears as the skin on his scalp beneath the costume's ears tingled. then, the most disconcerting feeling of his life happened.
Into the Woods
The headache was back, he moaned and grabbed the sides of his scalp and could feel his face jutting forward, forming a rounded animal-like mouth and he was still growing.
Dads and Bitches
That was all i needed to go as i approached the sofa and passed a hand against the coarse brown fur atop the man's cap, pressing my fingers to find the scalp. they pressed onto it while my thumb brushed one twitching ear.
Slither
Clark was broad shoulders and muscled, his dark chocolate skin complemented by a short inch thick mohawk that ran across his scalp.
Maid for you, too!
The man was holding her scalp, making her move how he wished. and she had to lick. who knows what would happen if she didn't?