Much Ado About Bluebottles
"don't get into a molt over it!" the friends had worked all year together, trading babysitting and odd jobs for cast-off feathers.
Chapter 1
I'm doing my best to make sure it won't molt or anything. whatever happened to that, we're on to something. as for jackie, i just hope she's okay. i wonder if that's short for jacqueline? i think that's a french name.
To Protect and Service: Cat the Great
Her eyes rolled upwards as caesar began a slow, methodical entrance, pushing more and more of his molted shaft into her.
Priests of the Field - chapter 07
If the participant was unwilling, even unconsciously, the ecdyses would stop after the third or fourth moult, and the participant would die for their indecision. raguel started to fall asleep at all this information.
The Sacrifice
I had to wait months till i molted to get it all out." it grunted and slowly coiled around the trainer. "so um... what happens now?" he asked nervously feeling the coils around him and nervous to touch them.
The Full Moon: Stolas
Stolas stretched out on the sofa facing the television, not caring for his askew robe, the rumpled sheets, the stray, loose feathers that drifted off as if he was going through a moult. it was all part of the bigger picture, if not the grander one.
Inside The Gryphon's Nest
They were covered in down and feathers, extras molted from the creatures in the process of making the nest, so many that taking a few handfuls wouldn't hurt anyone.
A Price for Everything pt 2
May your feathers molt and your skin blister! may your beak fall off! may your talons gnarl and become arthritic! you damnable beast!"
Deep in the Web
The skin had the same molted pattern as his fur but it didn't look right, like there was no muscles under it anymore. as he watched more of the fur started to fall off, the bald spot spreading quickly down his forearm and to his paw.
YCHtober Day 16: War
He looked down and saw a bestial flare at the tip of his molted horse cock. "f-fuck." he said quietly. he could feel his body shift and change with more feminine curves. he wasn't sure what he was becoming, but the pleasure built up and up in his body.
Desires
He panted hard as a scaled finger stroked up his belly, gazed down as his feathers started to molt around the claw. he should feel afraid, but it just felt wonderful. "yesss, throb for me, little bird. you're not going to be a bird much longer.
Going Green: Mother Nature's First Strike
He acted swiftly, his magic invading the human's body like a hypodermic needle, injecting his life force into him as his previous frame fell off like a dried out husk of an insects molt.