#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?!

[germcore]

drawing of myself. in sleepwear. pup shapeshifting. - Honey

[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!!!!!!

[dreamdropsystem]

an australian shepherd pup form! still working how to draw it, but better at the colourful australian shepherd look. can have different colours :0 but shane can't use when they shift and what they shift to.. still working on drawing forms!! - shane/angel/locket

[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.

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humanoid clown pup life

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xpx bleh bleh woof woof