1 - Mutt loses Billy
"sure, and my feathers are molting," the wolf sneered the cheetah chuckled at that. the wolf continued his interrogation, "so, is billy the name of your leader?" mutt pointed, "that's billy." "so this is the leader. good shot mr. barnes."
Midnight Dances
I was young again, before the first molting, in the great wind chambers on the long-lived ships.
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.
Study Abroad
"sue me, it's molting season. they'll grow back this fall. you gonna fuck me or what?" declan asked as he rolled over onto all fours, sticking his spotty butt up in the air.
Havana or Hell, part four
My clothes strained against the sudden change in size, until both my jeans and t-shirt split at the seams and dropped off my body like leftover skin from a molting snake.
Kindled Spirit Ch2: Thank you come again
He was molting, no worse, he was disintegrating! panic set in, he was hyperventilating, and with each heave in there was a growing glow.
Silver Lining (Chapter 10)
But you had imagined it would be like how you imagined growing up would be: you'd wake up one day and molt the life you'd been living an old snakeskin. but you'd grown up and hadn't molted. maybe you thought it was waiting for something.
Maranatha - Chapter XV - as told by Sybrand Brubaker
You're molting, i think, becoming something other than what you were. maybe it's only temporary, or maybe it's the first of many skin-sheddings, who's to say? i should say, really, you have an _opportunity_ to molt.
Black Sepia - chapter 5
He'd done a lot of napping over the past two days; taking care of aziraphale during his strange, falling molt had taken a lot out of him.
Cube Labs Experiment 2 Space 02- Joy Ride
The horse cried out as the rat ignored his cries and proceeded to reach over and press the wiggling critter against the horse's molted pink cock.
Mounting My Herd Mate
It is time to moult as the weather turns warmer and already i long for the sleek caress of sunlight down my back. they say i bake in the sun, as i am black from head to hoof with only one white sock on my left hind leg.
The cub and The stone
I was a slightly chubby boar with molted brown and white skin and i thought i looked awesome.