Ghastillo Nightshade's Journal
His nose is of a normal color for a husky and, like all of our protagonists, has very little "human" hair and it's still fur, though it is more abundant on his scalp.
COMM - Just Lion Around - Commission for Jensen - Prologue -
Taking another sip, he sighed softly and brushing a hand over his thinning scalp. "these companions, when they first were... born? no, that's not right either. constructed? good a word as any.
An Indecent Proposal
"don't you dare," ben slurred, a slab of a fist clamping itself atop the deer's scalp, "you had your chance to back out. now finish what you started."
Shadow
Without him even noticing the foggy feeling returned, as he was rubbing the shampoo into his scalp still visualising callie in her wolf form he started to think of himself like callie had been before, a well muscled tiger anthro.
Under The Hood
Septimus’ grasp wrapped around the deer’s scalp, loosely gripping the base of his antlers, as the bull drew him toward his waiting cock.
An Asinine Fantasy
I felt the surge of a mane rip down my scalp, across my neck, as it contorted, trembled, and elongated.
Fawning Over You - Part 1
He rubbed his empty scalp in disbelief and for a moment he could think clearly. "what did you do, you bastard!" "language!" the stag boomed. he removed his gloves with an audible snap, "you're being a very bad boy!"
Breaking in a Toy — 11
His hair pulled taut on his scalp as i gripped a chunk of it and bringing it close to my face, husking "hello there, pet. how should you greet me in the morning?"
The Pit Crew
As he massaged the saliva in, carlos' scalp tingled and the hair began to grow longer and longer, particularly in the back.
An Unexpected Interview
"patricia, relax," jennifer said, rubbing her foot over his scalp. "i think he's learned his place." "they never do," patricia growled, gripping his face harder.
Change Your Mind Issue #1: Superheroes
She felt her claws prick his scalp before something heavy smashed her in the exact spot that white wolf had punched her earlier. time compressed, pain blurring her vision, black spots swimming around the corners of her sight.
The Truth about submission
Turning around very slowly, as not to cause the other to throttle him instantly, the wolf kept his head bowed low and sunk to his knees before folding his ears onto his scalp and then whimpering softly.