#the shapeshifter and the pup

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The ShapeShifter and The Pup.

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Hopefully the first of many one shots involving Little Enid and Caregiver Weems

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One shot #1: Safe Space

It was loud that day. Entirely too loud. Enid Sinclair made her way through the halls of Nevermore Academy, as she walked she attempted to block out the various small noises that pounded her sensitive eardrums. To her dismay the noises remained louder than ever. She tightened her manicured fingers around the books in her arms. She knew she needed to go to her next class but what she wanted to do was follow the corridor to the large office towards the end of the hall and once inside the large office just climb into her mother’s arms and give into the fuzzy feeling that sat at the back of her mind.

From that moment on Enid and her “mother”, or principal, had a special bond. Which set off a whole slurry of issues for teenage Enid. When her biological mother found out that Enid regressed she had essentially exiled her from the pack. That had sent Enid into little space for almost a week after she received the letter. During that week however Weems had shown her nothing but love. Her arms had been the safest place in the world to the werewolf. When Weems held her close she felt like the large arms around her were an impenetrable force that nothing bad could breach. Which led her to today.

The small noises of Nevermore had piled on top of one another which was beginning to overwhelm the blond. She wanted to be independent and stay big but she more so long to crawl into her safe place and let herself be little and innocent.

The blond werewolf was so lost in her own head that when she found herself in front of the large wood door with the gold name plate it was enough for her to give in. She let the books fall from her arms and her knapsack off her shoulders. She pushed the large wood door open without concern for if the principal was alone in the room. To her delight the room was in fact empty save for the tall woman at the desk. Tears pricked the eyes of the werewolf as she called out for the woman who had not heard her entrance.

“Mommy.”

Weems quickly dropped what was in front of her when heard the tear filled voice of her daughter. Age quickly stood and crossed the room.

“Are you little, darling?” Weems’ voice was soft.

Both her little and teenage self called the woman by that name, although her teenage self usually stuck with the regular “mom”, when her emotions got the better of her she’d revert back to the more juvenile name.

The question alone caused the fuzziness in Enid’s mind to begin to take over, dropping her into a headspace not quite little but not all the way big. Enid didn’t bother answering the question, instead opting for one of her own.

“H..” words were failing the girl, tears cascaded down her reddening cheeks.

Frustrated with her inability to speak, Enid did something she would do when she was in little space. She extended her arms up towards the tall woman in front of her. Weems wasted no time in picking up the girl. Once the strong arms wrapped around her creating her safe place, that was all it took for the girl to drop. Sobs burst from the now small girl into the neck of her mother.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Weems softly whispered as gently bounced the girl in her arms. “Mommy’s right here.”

Although she was crying, an immense relief had taken over the blond. She was right where she wanted to be. Her thumb made its way to her lips to act as a soother now that Enid was slowly beginning to calm. To her dismay her mother gently pulled the digit from her lips. Enid was about to protest and immediately place the digit back where she wanted it when a pink pacifier was placed in her mouth. With her sobs now quieted and her tears beginning to dry Enid laid her head in the crook of her mother’s neck with the express intention of being as close as possible to the woman.

She clung tightly to the blond woman as she continued to bounce her as walked the two of them to the apartment tucked behind the large office. When they reached their sanctity, Weems took the girl to her nursery. Enid knew what was coming. When they reached the pink room Enid felt Weems gently pull her way to lay her down. Enid was resistant not wanting to be away from her caregiver.

“Darling.” The accented voice was soft. “You know you need a nappy.”

Enid still didn’t yield to the woman as she laid her head back down and sucked her pacifier.

“Darling.” Weems tried again. “Once we change you we can cuddle and have a nice warm bottle.”

The prospect of a warm bottle and cuddles was enough for the girl to release her grip on her caregiver and allow her to lay her on the changing table. Enid sucked on her pacifier and looked around her nursery as her uniform was removed and a pink cloth diaper was slid under her and snapped on the front. Weems stepped out of her line of sight but kept her soft hand on Enid’s bare stomach. When she reappeared she had two sets of leggings and two pull over sweaters. The leggings were both a shade of pink. Weems held them both up so Enid could pick, the latter choosing the light shade. Weems smiled down at her and then held a sweater in each hand. One sweater was pattered with cats and the other with unicorns. Enid pointed at the cats.

“Good choice.” Weems smiled at her.

Enid beamed up at her caregiver from behind her pacifier. She laid still like a good girl as her caregiver dressed her in comfortable garments before finally lifting her back into her beloved safe space. Enid snuggled into her caregiver as the woman carried her to the kitchen. Enid watched from the tall woman’s hip as she expertly warmed up sweetened milk in a pink bottle. Enid kept her eyes on the white liquid as it warmed in front of her. She began to drool around her pacifier.

When the bottle was properly warmed and tested the two left kitchen and settled into the rocker in the living room. Weems gently shifted the little’s position into a cradle. She supported Enid’s head with one arm and carefully removed the pink pacifier with the other. Enid almost protested the removal of the object out of instinct but was quelled when it was quickly replaced by the rubber nipple of her bottle or “ba” as she called it when she was very small.

As she suckled her milk and snuggled into her caregiver, things were finally quiet for the little girl.

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i'm not a violent dog | i don't know why i bite - shane

[melabea]

Shapeshifter Pup Flag

(pt: Shapeshifter Pup Flag /end pt)

(ids: 3 rectangular flags with 9 horizontal lines. sizes in order from top to bottom are 1 thick, 1 thin, 1 thick, 1 thin, 1 thick, 1 thin, 1 thick, 1 thin, and 1 thick. colors in order from top to bottom are brown, grey-pink, light brown, yellow, pale yellow, yellow, light brown, grey-pink, and brown. in the center of the first flag is a brown baby bottle symbol outlined in pale yellow. in the center of the third flag is a brown revolving arrows symbol outlined in pale yellow. /end ids)

Shapeshifter Pup Flag; a flag for shapeshifter pups/baby shapeshifter/shapeshifter-related beings.

symbols from here (link) & here (link)!

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404, @omegarchive, @misceverchive

[dreamerpetarchive]

hehe it's just your local clown pup

[dreamdroplittlesarchive]

hello i am Niko

im a golden retriever shapeshifter

he/they/it/pup

woof!!

[anothersssarchive]

Shane wish they were a service dog 🦮🐕‍🦺 have a good owner to help and love and be loved by

[lootpuppy]

looking into Mythology for a world building project (ive started too many such) and ive come to the conclusion that most mythology is just based on weird little guys

[satanfemme]

just watched the latest dungeon meshi.............. laios...... i need him............

[dreamdropsystemarchive]

Andy and Niko-!! Niko is getting into clowncore

[lyon-beast-king]

Menenius he found a new pupper, can he keep it please? He will make sure it behaves itself and is a good pupper. Pweaaaasee?!

[jatlokgwo]

Who would you say me, you, and Doll are from your beloved show (murder drones)? /nfta /just curious if you've had thoughts on it before

you: alive tessa

doll: v (or doll necause its funny)

me: uzi (i could also be n)

i havent though about it before but!!!!!!

[tc-doherty]

Expanding Second Chances lore with one of the other shapeshifting races who show up in some side stories. The rrll are unique in the fact that they are all born the same, but they will grow up into one of four variants based on how their life goes within a certain developmental period.

They are rarely the target of slave traders because even if you manage to get puppies away from their parents, they will grow into the submissive-independent variant which is difficult to deal with and, of course, relatively Big. Trying to get an adult away from their pack is much more hassle than it's worth. Some people have had very moderate success breeding them in captivity. Those are uniformly groomed into the submissive-dependent variant because it's the easiest to manage, and are often made use of for their prowess in hunting. Even with dedicated effort, getting that result is still easier on paper than in reality and so rrll are still pretty uncommon to see in slave-owning countries.

Overall, they rarely have conflicts with humans and still occupy the entirety of their original range, with some of the independent variants leaving the territory to make their lives elsewhere. For the most part, the dependent variants remain in their natural forms and rarely take human form. Submissive-independent rrll who leave the territory often live mainly in human form.

The dominant-independent variant is incredibly rare because it basically does not happen without catastrophic levels of failure on the part of their family and pack. As they are elusive and live alone, it's difficult to say which form they may prefer overall.

Rrll are also unique in the fact that they alone are not shapeshifters due to the same reason as all of the other shapeshifting races, but that's a closely guarded secret. Honestly, most of them don't even know about it.

They are one of the few shapeshifting races who are capable of using magic, an ability otherwise shared only by the haltiat and velris. Naturally they have their own school of magic and use it in a different way than humans.

Their territory is in the northwest of the continent. Colorwise, any color you can find on a dog or wolf you can see on them.

[dreamdropsystem]

i only know how to love like a puppy

angel wolfdog pup vent,, i honestly don't know what i am doing here - shane

[ozzgin]

Santa baby are you really there?!

*hears a voice in my backyard*

FUCK SKIN WALKER

- you make Yan skinwalker i’ll do anything to get a skin walker to love me … yes I am 100% mentally stable

I'm not sure if you had something horror-esque in mind, because my immediate idea was Reader accidentally getting cursed and continuing her life completely unaware with a ""dog"" everyone is freaked out by, but she finds it cute. So more like dark comedy vibes. You be the judge. :D

Disclaimer: I have changed the name to Shapeshifter as to not delve into potentially offensive takes on native folklore. Thank you for informing my European ass.

Yandere!Monster x Reader [Shapeshifter]

On your last hiking trip, you've stumbled upon a helpless, lost dog. Or rather, it stalked you down to your cabin and spent the night in front of your window. You didn't have the heart to abandon the poor soul and so you brought it home with you. Strange things have been happening ever since and no one knows how to tell you that the monstrous coyote-like creature might be to blame. You're oblivious to everything.

Content: female reader, dark comedy, monster romance, reader is cursed and proud

It wasn't your intention to return home with a new pet. Some might say it was written in the stars, this fateful encounter of yours. You had finished packing your supplies for a day-long hike, vehemently refusing to join your group of friends that would be guided around by a native. They’d warned you many areas of the mountainous forest were supposedly cursed or haunted, so you just scribbled the limits on your makeshift map and promised to stay on the main trails. After all, this was your chance to commune with nature. As the sun begun to set, you wondered if going by yourself was indeed a smart idea, given your lack of spatial awareness and difficulty to navigate maps. You flipped the piece of paper several times, deep in contemplation. Could it be that you’ve reached the forbidden lands? You quickly surveyed the area: based on the stuffed rag dolls hanging from old branches, and the animal skulls arranged in patterns among patches of burnt grass, it was very much a possibility. Perhaps the improvised slab that said “Stay away” in dripping crimson letters should’ve been enough of a warning, but you assumed they’d just been creative with trail markers.

You didn’t have the time to panic. Just as you were furrowing your eyebrows in a final attempt to decipher the map (at the time upside-down), your ears picked up a faint shuffle of leaves. Further away stood a dog, its glossy eyes fixated on your form. A lost puppy? It seemed to be on the larger side, but then again some breeds grow rather fast. You lowered yourself and patted your knees, whispering diminutives in an effort to call the animal over. It remained in place, staring quietly. Alright, then. You focused on finding your way back instead. Every now and then you'd turn back and see the dog, motionlessly eyeing you at a constant distance. Oh, dear. Was it lost? Frightening affair.

Back at the cabin you told the others about your discovery, with a hint of worry in your voice. You hoped the little pup had found proper shelter. You'd expected a similar reaction coming from your friends, but one of them suggested: "What if it was some shapeshifting monster? There's many legends and stories from the area." Everyone laughed and you joined hesitantly, mildly annoyed by the lack of empathy. That night you barely slept, twisting and turning under the heavy feeling of being watched. You woke up tired and nervous, dragging your feet towards the window for some fresh air. That's when you saw the same forest creature, fully awake and tall in its glory, positioned before your room. This was no coincidence. You had been plagued by the guilt of abandoning a vulnerable quadruped and you weren't about to continue as a passive observer. You strode out without a word and lifted the large dog with a huff, carrying it back in to figure out the transport logistics.

Thus started the unexpected companionship. To you, it's a lovely tale of two lost souls finding one another. Most people seem to disagree. Can you blame them? The rescued puppy you often speak of is, in the eyes of everyone else, a monstrous beast by all definitions. It resembles a coyote more than a dog, but even this description is too gentle. The fur is always raised threateningly and the protruding clusters of fangs remind one of the anatomical anomalies displayed in museums. The eyes, oh, the worst of all perhaps, bottomless depths that pull you in until you run out of air. The creature stares with the all-knowing gaze of a human. "Don't be rude", you snap at whoever dares to point these details out. "It must be a mixed breed or something."

Their persistence is truly ridiculous. You've even had guests run out in panic, claiming the dog stood on its back legs and whispered in a language unknown. Or that its shadow would morph into a grotesque man with claws and crooked antlers. Or that they've found it hunched over your sleeping form, its spine twisted outwards with jagged peaks breaking through the wild fur. Rubbish, all of it.

Strange things have been happening, no doubt, but your adopted fur-child has no blame to carry. You've been trying to distract yourself, going on dates and occasionally bringing potential suitors over. They all vanish overnight, nonchalantly leaving an empty, ruffled bed for you to wake up to. "Am I just unlucky?" You sigh, running your fingers through the coarse fur of your dog. It lowers itself under your touch, visibly enjoying the affection. For a split second, it glances out the window. By the time you come out of your depressed slump, the birds should've finished feeding on the remains. He made sure to tear and grind everything fine enough to not leave any marks behind.

That's how curses work, after all. He didn't expect, however, that you'd be utterly unaware of it. He has to give you the credit, not many people become stalked by an ancient curse and continue their life in blissful ignorance. Even more, for them to just casually pick up the haunting entity and bring it inside their home willingly...You're, uh, certainly a special one. Hence the change of plans. He was supposed to torment you into an early grave, but he's grown rather attached to your bizarre antics. And you do provide some damn good chin scratches. He's therefore satisfied with causing anguish and destruction to anything and anyone in your immediate vicinity instead. Since you've been complaining about the resulting isolation...

You wake up with a gasp, wiping your drenched forehead and checking the sheets. The dog is curled next to you, although its head is now tilted in your direction. "O-oh. It might be the loneliness talking...but I had the strangest dream." How troubling and embarrassing. Your beloved pet had turned into a deformed, monstrous man instead, pinning you down and hungrily grazing your skin with his sharp teeth. Your fearful protests eventually turned into shameless moans, your frail body at the mercy of the mysterious beast. It unfolded so vividly that your core feels sore. You stretch a sheepish hand towards your pet and abruptly stop halfway, noticing the marks diffused into your wrist, like violet smudges of watercolor. What the hell did you do last night?

The dog buries its head under the sheets and nuzzles its snout into your soft flesh. Heh. How many more disappearing guests will be needed for you to figure out your situation? He does find your obliviousness terribly amusing, as well as your willingness to clutch onto him despite his unsightly appearance. He was feeling particularly cheeky and thought of giving you a little scare, only to be once again taken aback by your neediness. He has to wonder who exactly is trapped in this situation, because your reactions to everything he does are frighteningly tempting. Maybe tonight he'll finally let you know, just as you're about to come undone beneath his heaving body. Something like, hmmm. "By the way, love, this isn't a dream." He could even add a little "woof" to tease you more.

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