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crustaytoenails · 8 months
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Corgi
Viewed from above, the body should taper slightly to end of loin. Loin short. Round or flat rib cage, lack of brisket, extreme length or cobbiness, are undesirable. Tail - Docked as short as possible without being indented. Occasionally a puppy is born with a natural dock, which if sufficiently short, is acceptable. A tail up to two inches in length is allowed, but if carried high tends to spoil the contour of the topline.
Forequarters: Legs - Short, forearms turned slightly inward, with the distance between wrists less than between the shoulder joints, so that the front does not appear absolutely straight. Ample bone carried right down into the feet. Pasterns firm and nearly straight when viewed from the side. Weak pasterns and knuckling over are serious faults.
Shoulder blades long and well laid back along the rib cage. Upper arms nearly equal in length to shoulder blades. Elbows parallel to the body, not prominent, and well set back to allow a line perpendicular to the ground to be drawn from tip of the shoulder blade through to elbow. Feet - Oval, with the two center toes slightly in advance of the two outer ones. Turning neither in nor out. Pads strong and feet arched. Nails short. Dewclaws on both forelegs and hindlegs usually removed. Too round, long and narrow, or splayed feet are faulty.
Hindquarters: Ample bone, strong and flexible, moderately angulated at stifle and hock. Exaggerated angulation is as faulty as too little. Thighs should be well muscled. Hocks short, parallel, and when viewed from the side are perpendicular to the ground. Barrel hocks or cowhocks are most objectionable. Slipped or double-jointed hocks are very faulty.
Coat: Medium length; short, thick, weather- resistant undercoat with a coarser, longer outer coat. Over-all length varies, with slightly thicker and longer ruff around the neck, chest and on the shoulders. The body coat lies flat. Hair is slightly longer on back of forelegs and underparts and somewhat fuller and longer on rear of hindquarters. The coat is preferably straight, but some waviness is permitted. This breed has a shedding coat, and seasonal lack of undercoat should not be too severely penalized, providing the hair is glossy, healthy and well groomed
COLORS
DESCRIPTION STANDARD COLOR REGISTRATION CODE
Black & Tan 018
Fawn 082
Red 140
Sable 164
Health
The Pembroke is typically a healthy breed, and responsible breeders screen their stock for health conditions such as elbow and hip dysplasia, eye disorders, cardiac issues, degenerative myelopathy, and von Willebrand’s disease, a bleeding disorder. As with all breeds, a Pembroke’s ears should be checked weekly for signs of infection, and the teeth should be brushed regularly.
Recommended Health Tests From the National Breed Club:
* Hip Evaluation
* Ophthalmologist Evaluation
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digitalcirce · 3 years
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Oh, This Feels Strange (woman to pig transformation)
“Oh, what a strange dream,” Evie murmured, as wakeful thought slowly returned to her.  “I could have sworn it was real!”  But even so, her memories of it were rapidly slipping away, leaving just sensations – powerful, undeniable animal sensations that beat in her heart like a primal drum.  Moving with her… friends?  Group?  No, herd…  Feeling their presence… even… giving herself to them?  A flicker of tantalizing memory arose from the fading impressions, of herself on all fours, and a man – no, not a man, exactly, but her mate – filling her and taking her to the horizons that can only be found in dreams.  It was just… Evie was almost sure of it… in the dream, her lover had been a pig.  And so… so had she.  Had she?
But it was all slipping away.  She felt a gurgle in her stomach, which she assumed was hunger, and idly rubbed her belly.  Her pink robe had pulled open, exposing her intimates, and the flesh of her bare belly was warm to the touch.  Evie hoped that she wasn’t coming down with a cold or something…
But her health was not in jeopardy.  She was healthy now; and would be healthy in half an hour.  She just wouldn’t look the same.  Because her dream had been a portent – a calling, from the unknown primal part of her soul, beckoning her back to her true nature.  A heritage she didn’t even know she had.  But it had always been there, just below the surface, and it was more aptly who and what she was than the beautiful, busty, brunette beauty that she assumed herself to be.  
The gurgling and heat in her stomach were not hunger or illness, they were metamorphosis.  Starting in her womb, she was changing.  Her uterus stretched, becoming longer and thinner and spitting towards the top into two horns, curving into much shorter fallopian tubes.  Her ovaries swelled large, each and every human ova inside her changing like she was, until they comfortably nestled not human gametes, but pig eggs, in accordance with her prophetic dream.  Evie was no longer capable of bearing a human child, but she could get pregnant with as many piglets as she wanted!
Below her porcine womb, her cervix and vagina twisted, reshaping to cradle the coiled tumescence of an amorous boar – the type of lover she was meant to have.  The type of lover she would come to desire most.  Then, the first visible change began, as her soft, smooth vulva grew rosier and thicker, the lips twisting a little further backward to make mounting her easier.  A flush of pure pleasure overwhelmed Evie as her clitoris changed, swelling to six times its original size and sticking out as a ruddy, wrinkled love button that would bring her untold pleasure over the years.
Above her privates, a nub of flesh formed at the apex of her heart-shaped ass, twisting out rapidly until she had grown a wiggly pig’s tail.  The sow-to-be didn’t notice, still breathing hard after the sensation of her clit reshaping, but the cute, energetic thing was clear evidence of the animal she was destined to become.  Below it, her demure little butthole widened, the wrinkled starfish swelling large and leathery between her sexy cheeks.  It bulged outward a bit, so that when the four-legged animal pooped, it would fall past her pussy with no risk of touching it.
The transformation then rocketed back up her bowels, shrinking intestines into more robust coils, and expanding her stomach to take larger meals.  Heart and lungs changed as it passed upward, going up her throat and shifting her tongue even as canine teeth began to develop into tiny tusks.  At that point, her nose began to turn upwards, and Evie’s heavy breathing began to take on the overtones of grunting.
“What the hell?  This feels strange,” Evie managed to say, but she was not yet aware that she was really a pig; that her transformation was a perfectly natural thing.  Instead, she thought she was suffering from some kind of indigestion.  The gorgeous girl tried to stand, but just flopped back on her bed.  By now, the former bottom of her nose was growing blunter and more sensitive, and her ears had begun to enlarge, pushing out beyond her rich brunette tresses.  Her toes stared to harden and swell, and as one leg flopped over the other, she felt the hard rubbing of what would become her hooves.  Evie shook her head, trying to clear it.  If she crossed her eyes, she could see the end of her growing snout.  And the wiggling behind her… she reached back, touching her tail for the first time.
Evie gasped, taking in her mutating body.  What was happening?  But she knew.  Deep down, she knew.  Only one animal had a tail like that.  In a rush, the sensations of her dream came back to her, confirming her fears.  “No – not a pig!” Evie squealed, overwhelmed.  But her transformation wouldn’t be arrested by such trite little protests.  She looked down at her hands, gasping as they shifted too, hands and feet both deforming into blocky hooves.  Her thumbs and big toes were lost entirely, the outer digits reshaping into dew claws and the main ones capped with a hard shell of keratin for her to walk on.
“No, no, no!  I don’t want to looEEEEEse my hands!” the sow-to-be squealed.  Her hooves seemed so ugly to her, so useless!  But if she needed to pick anything up, the pig could always use her trusty snout.  The busty brunette was still in denial, but she would find her new body well adapted to all of a pig’s needs.  She snorted and grunted, finding it harder and harder to make intelligible words.
Along her belly, twelve little welts formed, plumping up into thick, piggish nipples.  Teats that could feed the many piglets she realized she was now capable of bearing.  The dream image of the boar on her back, filling her so perfectly, both warmed her loins and turned her blood to ice.  Yes, she might well become a mother pig, and sooner than she thought.
Then, Evie started to fatten, bulking up like a true pig.  Her belly took the brunt of it, becoming a flabby potbelly until her back lengthened to spread her into a characteristic barrel shape, but her thighs plumped too, and her butt, as her sexy cheeks swelled to support lovers bigger than a quarter of a ton.  And that wasn’t all.  Pure pork meat layered on over her back, too, and her neck and face, as her throat swelled out and tipped her head forward.  The brunette sow knew she was becoming a quadruped, and that her clothes were becoming uncomfortably tight.  As best as she could with her hooves, she twisted out of her robe and pushed her bottoms down.  But she was too clumsy to unhook her top, and felt it strain against its new load.
Evie’s arms and shoulder blades rotated downward, shrinking to become a pig’s forelegs, and her thighs and long, sexy legs compacted into ordinary hind legs.  Her smooth gorgeous skin thickened and developed a few sparse bristles, making her profile much more piggish.  Her new vulva and clitoris and butthole were brazenly displayed, beyond the young sow’s ability to conceal.  They twitched as her once-beautiful butt sloped into her thighs, all semblance of her human cheeks eradicated.
The pig continued to squeal as her head changed, snout stretching before her, and her brainpan flattening around a swiftly changing mind.  She had a pig’s brain now, and pig’s instincts infected the sow’s thoughts.  Instincts that recalled and normalized her dream, preparing her to live among her new species.  Her body continued to fatten until she weighed over four hundred pounds, her sexy pink top finally bursting from the strain and freeing her big, magnificent breasts.
Evie’s boobs flopped under her, pushed together by her forelegs into dramatic cleavage.  But her big feminine treasures were as unnecessary to her new life as her hands had been, and slowly they deflated, becoming smaller and smaller until they resembled her other dozen teats.  The sow had once been blessed with an extraordinary bosom, but now she didn’t have breasts at all.  She squealed as they failed her, but she couldn’t save them anymore than she could prevent any of her other changes.
Then, the fat sow’s rich brunette tresses started to regress, retracting into her flatter scalp and revealing the full glory of her ears.  Her hair was long, so it took a while, but the end result was a bare pig scalp.  It itched terribly as it became very short, so the fat pig was horrified to realize that she was relieved when it was gone.  Then, finally, her eyes changed, the expressive brown orbs darkening, becoming dark, beady little pig eyes buried in sockets on either side of her rooting snout.  She blinked, the reds in the room dulling, as her animal vision became noticeably inferior to her senses of hearing and smell.
At last, it was finished.  Where once a beautiful, buxom woman had sprawled on her bed, now a fat sow squealed forlornly.  Awkwardly, she flopped down to the floor, her small, sensible hooves holding up her bulk perfectly.  She waddled about, the voice of instinct helping her navigate her unfamiliar form.  It wasn’t like she forgot her human memories, but with her pig’s brain, it was so easy to listen to that voice…just listen, and obey… obey… be the sow she was meant to be…
The fat pig laid down on the rug, snuffling sadly.  She was revolted by the thought of submitting to the instincts of her new species, but the sow’s options were suddenly quite limited.  Evie was a pig now, and would just have to get used to it.  She didn’t know yet if she was a pig for life, or a kind of were-pig that would return to her true form every time she dreamed prophetically of swine.  But the future didn’t matter as much because in the present she was definitely a pig, in no danger of turning back anytime soon.  And she was hungry.  With resignation, the grunting sow pushed herself to her hooves and waddled downstairs, looking for something to fill her empty belly.
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Imagine you’ve been captured by a witch (I)
The snapping of someone’s fingers brought your mind back into focus. You paused, confused. You didn’t remember this place. The last thing you remembered was walking away from town in order to gather some herbs. Then, someone stepping in front of you. Somehow, you had lost consciousness, though the sickly sweet taste in your mouth made you wonder if it had been some sort of powder.
You turned, trying to identify the sound’s origin. There was a mass of wooden pillars tied together, blocking the way. From the faint light and sounds of nature, you knew that it was the exit. You noticed a woman in robes, her face shrouded, “Hello?” You called, stepping closer, “What is this place? What did you do to me?”
The woman didn’t answer. You tried to reach out and untie the wooden gate, but it sparked just before you touched it. You reeled back, more shocked than in pain. You wouldn’t be able to escape on your own. Something moved behind you, small rocks clattering against the cave’s floor. You glanced back, only to see something inhuman lurking in the shadows. You turned back to the woman, “Please, I will do anything you want, just let me out!”
“What I want,” The woman walked toward you, face still covered. You heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that she was going to open the gate. But then she smiled and laughed quietly, “Is for you to stay here.”
Before you had the chance to bargain further, she disappeared, leaving you alone in the shadows with some creature. Its legs tapped and scraped against the stone, drawing closer. You spun around, not wanting to be taken by surprise. You had no clue what the witch had planned, but you refused to be a willing participant.
It was too dark, you couldn’t see the creature clearly. From what little you could see of its silhouette, it reminded you of the tiny green bugs that you often found in your garden. But on such a large scale, there was no way for you to combat such a creature.
It waited, just on the edge of the rocks. It made a harsh clicking noise and tilted its head. You swallowed, hoping that it relied more on sound than sight. You took a small step to the left, watching the creature for any sign of attack. You neared a column of rock, a good place to hide and think of a plan.
But the creature was upon you within moments. It knocked you over with its forelegs. It had the strength to kill you, but it had held back. You scrambled on the ground, trying to crawl away. It wasn’t trying to eat you. No, it was focused on something else. You understood the witch’s plan now. She had summoned the creature, but lacked the power to do so again. Rather than waiting until her magic recharged, she decided to use you to make more.
The creature’s forelegs met your shoulders, the spines beneath catching on your clothes and lifting you from the dirt. When it stopped, you were left on your knees. Your arms were kept away from your body so you couldn’t try to break free. The creature moved closer, pressing against you. You opened your mouth to scream, but it was cut off by your coughing. The powder the witch had dosed you had dried your throat. You couldn’t call for help. You tried to struggle, but the creature was so much larger than you were. Keeping you still was easy, and you tired out quickly. You went limp, panting heavily. You had no energy to keep fighting.
Another series of clicks came from the creature, its head moving down to hover over yours. It was curious, confused as to why you were no longer fighting. But the pause only lasted for a brief moment, as another set of the creature’s legs tore at your clothes. In mere seconds, you were left bare before it. You whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Something touched you, prodding. Searching. You tried to move, knowing what it was looking for. But the angling of your hips made it obvious as to where the creature needed to go. It made a low noise, its forelegs tightening on your arms and tugging you closer. Your back arched painfully. The appendage brushed against your opening, the creature immediately perking up when it felt more warmth.
There was no waiting. The creature pushed forward, the tip of the appendage slipping through. It was soaked with a fluid, but it didn’t lessen your pain. You cried out, voice hoarse from the witch’s powder. It rocked back and forth, forcing more and more of the slick appendage into you. It filled you more than you had ever experienced before. You winced, trying to move so there was less pain, but nothing worked. It only upset the creature, which made another low noise. You went still, legs quivering as the creature continued moving, getting deeper and deeper within you.
The tip reached your cervix, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. It continued to move, albeit more slowly, the tip rubbing against you. You moaned. You wanted to lie to yourself and say that it was from the pain, but that had already subsided. No, your body was being stimulated. Despite your fear and your unwillingness, you were aroused.
The creature stopped moving. You tensed, waiting. Something smaller left the appendage, worming its way into your womb. It shifted, widening inside of you. You gasped as a splash of something cold filled you. With the appendage blocking the way, the liquid remained trapped inside and sloshing around. Your stomach felt heavier, slightly distended. With the way your legs were parted and your back arched, you couldn’t feel how big you had gotten.
But it wasn’t over. The appendage didn’t withdraw. Instead, it began to move only slightly. Some of the liquid escaped, dribbling down your legs and onto the dirt beneath you, but most of it remained in your womb. With the rocking motion of the creature’s appendage filling you, you found yourself hot and panting. But your thoughts of shame were interrupted by something larger moving within the appendage. You tried to look down or over your shoulder to see what was happening, but were unable to do so. It pressed against your entrance, fuller and firmer than the skin surrounding it. The creature, sensing resistance, became more aggressive. It pulled you, spreading your legs wider and angling your hips to better accommodate the mass. Its thrusts became faster and rougher, as if desperate to deposit the object.
You moaned, unable to withstand the rubbing against your walls and the fullness of your womb. Your body finally gave way to the mass, the entire thing slipping inside. You whimpered again, muscles twitching against the hard lump. The creature went still, feeling that the resistance was gone. It clicked a few times, as if it was pleased, or at least no longer frustrated.
But there was more. Your entrance didn’t have the chance to relax as another mass was pressed into it. The appendage was pulsating, dragging everything closer to your womb. The lumps moved inch by inch, nestled against your cervix. You squirmed with renewed fervor, wanting to escape before anything could get inside. If you could get away from the creature now, the liquid could leave you. But your womb would close, preventing you from getting them out before it was their time.
Your struggling was useless. If anything, it helped the masses slip into your womb. With the first lump inside, there was another small burst of liquid. It was thicker this time, giving the mass enough room to move around it without getting crushed. Another lump followed. You shook your head. You ached, eventually to the point where you were blind to anything but getting rid of the throbbing. You met the creature’s small thrusts, the pressure building. You had lost count of how many of the lumps had been forced into your womb. Your stomach was bloated, brushing slightly against your thighs. You could feel the masses tumbling within you as more and more were added. You panted, continuing to drive your hips back to take more of the creature inside of you. You were so close, teetering on the edge.
The creature went still. Your hips rocked back and forth, the final object slipping into your womb. You were so full, but you couldn’t see just how much you had grown. The forelegs lowered your body slightly. Your stomach brushed against the dirt, then gently pressed against it as you were positioned. Your head was lower than your hips now, back still arched. Your stomach was pressed against your thighs, round and tight and smooth. You had no leverage in such a position. You could no longer move back and forth. You could only wiggle your hips, still feeling the appendage inside of you.
The creature hunched over you, legs surrounding your body. The base of its appendage was pressed against you, causing you to whimper at the feeling. It gave a slow, deep thrust, then another. It was being careful not to disturb whatever was in your womb. But it became agitated, roughly willing you and withdrawing, only to fill you again. Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to find something to ground you. You moaned repeatedly, your desperation rising with each thrust.
Something in front of you caught your eye. You tried to quiet yourself, not wanting to be found in such a position with such a monster. Your moans didn’t disappear, though. They were only muffled. The figure drew closer, revealing itself to be the same witch from before. She smiled, “It has taken quite a liking to you.”
You glared. You knew that she wouldn’t help you now. You kept your mouth shut, trying to stay quiet. But you couldn’t. You looked away as your mouth fell open, gasps and groans echoing in the cave. The pressure on your womb was growing and the creature’s thrusts had peaked on their pace and depth. The appendage began twitching inside of you, growing larger.
You couldn’t take it anymore. The pressure was too much. You threw your head back. The scream that left your throat was hoarse, lower than it would have been. Your walls tightened around the appendage, twitching as it continued to bury itself within you. After several more thrusts, the creature pulled you tight against it, forcing itself as deep as it could go. Another gush of fluid, warmth pooling into your womb. You panted, hanging from the forelegs as the liquid continued to be pumped into you. Your stomach grew, pressing against the ground. You moaned, letting the creature make tiny thrusts. Some of the fluid was spilling out, coating your thighs. But it eventually stopped. You could feel the liquid being pumped out changing. It was becoming heavier, thickening as it flowed into your womb. With the last spurt, it lodged in your womb, preventing anything from leaving.
The creature slowly removed itself, the emptiness foreign to you. You closed your eyes, hoping that everything inside of you would leave, but your womb had been plugged. No matter how much you moved, nothing changed. Your stomach merely sloshed, everything nestled together inside of you. The creature set you down on your side, then quickly scurried into the depths of the cave, as if it was worried that you would attack it.
You remained there on the ground, facing away from the gate. You heard the witch utter some words you didn’t recognize before the gate opened. You knew that she was coming to retrieve you. You wouldn’t be saved.
Her hand moved to your stomach, rubbing small circles, “Goodness, I did not expect so much. You have done so well, my little pet. Now, come on, we must be going,” She helped you stand. You glanced down, finally able to see what the creature had done to you. You had seen pregnant women in town, their bellies round and firm with human young. But you were different, bigger and heavier than women days away from birth.
Tears filled your eyes as you were overwhelmed with the sight, “What have you done?” You asked, voice quiet. You weren’t sure if you were talking to the witch who had brought this upon you, or yourself for becoming aroused during the process, “Take them out, please.”
“Oh, it is not time for that yet,” The witch teased, “You have quite a while to go, my pet.”
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despairforme · 5 years
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[ WHY DOES HE HAVE GREEN STRIPES IN HIS HAIR??? IS IT A MANTIS REFERENCE?? doES HE ACTUALLY HAVE AN EYE IN HIS EMPTY EYE SOCKET OR??? WHAT IS THAT?? WHY IS HIS EYE SUDDENLY OVERDRIVE PURPLE?? LIKE YEAH I KNOW IT’S PURPLE ISH IN CANON BUT BOI WHAT DID HE DO?? DID.HE.LOSE.EVEN.MORE.WEIGHT HE LOOOKS!!SO!!!SKINNY!!! HE’S ROCKING BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!! EVEN PALER !!!!!! THAN HIS PREVIOUS DESIGNS???? or maybe it’s just because the black is such a sharp contrast idk but boy does he look pale!!! also look at his knees they can kill a bitch?? i love ALL THE GLOWING YELLOW!!! DOWN HIS TORSO AND ON HIS THIGHS AND HIS HORNS!!!!! also whatever weird ass glowing blades??? those are?? CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS HAIR THO !!!!!!! I’TS SO LONG AND FLOWY???? IT SURE GREW OUT LONG!!! looks even thicker than in canon as well?? not sure about the green?? like are those green stripes or??? i mean grimmjow got black bangs so i GUESS changing hair color is a thing for the beyond ressurection designs?? at first i didn’t like, bc green is not his color?? but now???? GREEN IS JUST BLUE AND YELLOW MIXED SO I CAN DIG IT I CAN DIG IT. I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT HIS ABILITIES ARE!!!!!! I NEED TO SAVE UP SPIRIT ORBS BC MY ARMS-FOR-KILLING-YOU VERSION OF HIM COST ME LITERALLY 5000 SPIRIT ORBS SO BETTER BE PREPARED!!!! god look at him....... look at him he’s beautiful...... gonna make 20000000 hcs for this when the details are revealed?????? probably gonna make an au as well idK just nGH i’m amazed at this and i’m so happy T-T 
ADDING: I FORGOT TO SAY!!!!!! HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS BLADES BC OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE A MANTIS REFERENCE IT LOOKS LIKE THEY WORK EXACTLY LIKE THE FORELEGS OF A MANTIS LIKE HELL YES HELL YES HELLLLLL YESSSSSSSSSSSS ]
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lovingthewildlife · 6 years
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So where is the princess?
Tapping his claws on the ground, the large draconid let out a huff of smoke as he waited for his princess to be delivered to him. It was such a small present in return for protecting the area, so why was it taking so long for her to be delivered? With his frame almost centaurian in nature, it would be easy to go get her himself, but the villagers were supposed to bring the offering to him. His long tongue flicked across sharp teeth and he sniffed, golden eyes widening when he caught the scent of floral perfume. Uttering a soft purr, he made his way to the front of the clearing and stuck his head out.
There, laying on the ground, was his present. A pretty girl with long brown hair, she had on a pale pink dress and her arms and legs had been tied together. She was cringing away from him and doing her best to undo the knot at her wrist with her teeth. Chuckling darkly, he stepped out and scooped her up, his wings flaring outward. He buried his snout in her neck, ignoring her squealing. That was when he noticed it. Under the floral scent was something else, a bit of a thicker scent that no princess would have. Under the perfume was the soft scent of sweat and sheep.
"What the hell is this... you're no princess."
The sheep herder looked at him with fearful eyes and he bared his teeth at her. He was a dragon of nobility himself, and the humans thought he wouldn't notice this switch? Turning around, he went back into his clearing and all but dropped the girl on a bundle of silk that he had acquired. She looked surprised, running her fingers over them curiously.
"They thought I look enough like the princess. Enough that you wouldn't notice. Or care." She blurted out when he looked at her.
"And you agreed? To this deception?" He growled low and thumped his tail on the ground next to her, making her jump nervously.
"They just took me from the field. Shoved me in a dress." She looked a touch angry, but still frightened.
Growling low, he poked her shoulder with a claw. "Then take it off."
She blinked, confused by his words. Her eyes followed his claw as he guided a large finger down and caught his claw on the topmost button on her dress. Her breath hitched as he slashed off the first button and he saw the sun kissed skin underneath.
"Take it off." He repeated, more of a purr in his tone than an angry growl.
She licked her lips and her hands moved up and started to undo each button as she watched him. "Are you going to eat me?"
"I have enough to eat, killing the bandits and those that want to attack your home village." He watched as she parted the fabric and shrugged it off her shoulders, showing how much muscle she earned working outside.
Licking his lips as she put the dress aside, he looked at the wraps she wore around her chest. Nudging those with his claw, he was pleased when she didn't scream. She simply started to unwind them as he watched her. Folding his legs under him, his scaled tail swished on the ground and he leaned in close, licking her skin when she exposed herself a little at a time.
Her fingers fumbled with the wraps and he growled softly, nudging the fabric away with his snout and stuck out his tongue, flicking it across the soft skin and watching how she moved to press against him. For as fearful as she had been when he first scooped her up, she warmed to him quickly. Given the size difference between them, he had to be careful, but he always was. She wasn't the first in his long life, he knew exactly what he was doing.
"What's going to happen?" His sheep herder looked at him, brought her hands up to cup his head for support as his tongue stroked her belly and his claws cut away her under things.
"I asked for a princess, it's only right that I treat you like one." He answered in a mild tone.
"You would treat a princess like this?" The woman looked surprised and a bit amused.
"-My- princess. Yes." He uttered a soft, possessive hiss and pushed her against the silks, her hips still lifted high for him.
As his head moved a bit lower, he felt her legs tensing against him and her quiet voice cracking as she began to moan. Her hips were making slow tilts towards him, tiny thrusts as his long tongue slithered down her stomach and tasted the slickness that was taunting him. The soft patch of hair between her legs tickled him and he rubbed his snout across it carefully. When his gold eyes shifted up he could see her fingers clenching in the silk nest he'd made and he grinned as he pressed his tongue inside her, coiling it together so it would seem thicker. Pumping slowly, he groaned softly as her thighs pressed against the sides of his head. Just tasting her was enough to make him aroused and he shifted upwards so his two cocks could slide out of his sheath.
His would be princess gasped under his movements, one hand cupping a breast. Her blunt nails brushed over her nipple, making it come to a peak. Everywhere he touched her was so soft, even with the hard muscles laying under the tender skin. A few scars were on her arms and legs, a testament to a childhood that had likely seen a lot of climbing and rough housing. With a soft grunt he pulled her legs up and let his tongue slide out of her, smoothly flicking up her belly. Just a glance told him how angry she was, perhaps because she had been close. But he could make it up to her. Growling softly, he climbed up over her carefully so his two cocks were laying flat on her belly. Each of them was about the size of her forearm, small for his race, but effective. She was shivering under him and he grunted as he brought her thighs closed around his cocks. He was lucky she was flexible because it made it easier for him to press his cocks against her stomach and rut against her.
The tips of his cocks had small flexible spines and he snarled when she put her hands on them and started smearing his pre across the tips, teasing the spines.
"Never seen anything like this." She breathed softly, her fingers squeezing it gently and stroking down his length with both hands.
He nodded as he started moving his hips, coils of smoke rolling up around his head and horns. The way his body loomed over her, he couldn't see her, but he could feel her eager hands rubbing him. One dipping down to feel his sac and gasping softly at the sensation of butter soft sensitive scales. Tipping his head back, he moaned and squeezed her thighs against his cocks. He dearly wished he could fit both of them into her at once but he'd need a specialized lube to slide in even one and he didn't want to frighten her.
She gasped quietly as he rutted against her and he grunted quizzically when she started to squirm. His cocks oozed some pre, giving his movements a smoother glide against her belly, the heads poking her breasts on each upward thrust.
"Squeeze them nice and tight." He grunted and shifted his hips, sighing as both hands gripped his bases as firmly as she could.
"Please..." her voice was a bit strained and he had to smile.
"Please what, my Princess?"
"Make me cum too." She growled and he had to smile at her attempt to sound dangerous.
He would never be afraid of some small human, regardless of the growls she made. But at the same time, he wanted to ensure his little Princess was content. She should have no reason to run back to her sheep and the family she'd been torn away from. Backing up a step, he adjusted her legs and grinned at the feeling of wetness she had gathering. Her fingers gripped him and he hissed before sliding his cocks against the lips of her sex. Grunting softly, he listened as her growls turned to groans and her small squirms turned into thrusts up against him. With each thrust he made now, her hands were squeezing and pumping in tandem with him. Pressing his weight down, his claws dug into the floor beside the nest, scoring lines as he focused on her smaller body moving under him. It wasn't long before her voice became louder and his wings flared out behind him, enjoying each plea she made. His sac lightly slapped against her wet sex quickly and her fingers gripped him as tight as her meager human strength allowed. He heard her cursing quietly and bared his fangs as he twisted his hips a bit. Her thighs tightened around his cocks and he groaned as he finally shot his load across her stomach and breasts, marking her as his own. He groaned softly but kept moving, curious if she would growl when she came as well. It didn't take long for him to find out, the sound she made was more like a mewl and her body went lax against the silk nest.
Stepping back so he could get a good look at her, his spent cocks dripped on the floor of the clearing. Without him holding her in place for him to fuck, her legs fell down and spread so he could see how her pussy had been rubbed red from his rutting. Her lips puffy and thick, her own juices making it smell tantalizingly. His thick seed made a mess on her stomach but most of it was sprayed across her breasts. Her arms were moving like she wanted to get up and he put a foreleg on her shoulder to push her back down.
"Relax. Rest. I'll find you something to wash up with."
She looked dizzy but smiled as she nodded. Chuckling, he stepped away from her. Tonight he would take care of the woman they offered him. Tomorrow he would deal with the ones who started this deception and punish them.
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Shar Pei Breed Standard Research
Breed Standard        Last updated October 2012
A Breed Standard is the guideline which describes the ideal characteristics, temperament and appearance including the correct colour of a breed and ensures that the breed is fit for function. Absolute soundness is essential. Breeders and judges should at all times be careful to avoid obvious conditions or exaggerations which would be detrimental in any way to the health, welfare or soundness of this breed. From time to time certain conditions or exaggerations may be considered to have the potential to affect dogs in some breeds adversely, and judges and breeders are requested to refer to the Breed Watch section of the Kennel Club website here http://www.thekennelclub.org.uk/services/public/breed/watch for details of any such current issues. If a feature or quality is desirable it should only be present in the right measure. However if a dog possesses a feature, characteristic or colour described as undesirable or highly undesirable it is strongly recommended that it should not be rewarded in the show ring.
General Appearance
Alert, active, compact, short-coupled, squarely built. Dogs larger and more powerful than bitches.
Characteristics
Relatively loose skin, frowning expression, harsh bristly coat.
Temperament
Calm, independent, very affectionate, and devoted to people.
Head and Skull
Relatively large but not disproportionate to the body, skull flat, broad, moderate stop. Length from nose to stop approximately equal to length from stop to occiput. Moderate wrinkle on forehead and cheeks. Muzzle moderately broad and full with no suggestion of tapering. The lips and top of muzzle may be slightly padded. When viewed from front, bottom jaw appears wider than top. Nose large, wide, preferably black but any colour conforming to general coat colour permissible.
Eyes
Dark, medium size, almond-shaped with frowning expression. Amber and lighter colours permissible in paler shades. Function of eyeball or lid in no way disturbed by surrounding skin, folds or hair. Any sign of irritation of eyeball, conjunctiva or eyelids highly undesirable. Free from entropion.
Ears
Very small, rather thick, equilaterally triangular in shape, slightly rounded at tip and set high on the skull with tips pointing towards eyes, set well forward over eyes, wide apart and close to skull. The tips and edges may turn up. Pricked ears highly undesirable.
Mouth
Tongue, roof of mouth, gums and flews: solid bluish-black is preferred. Solid pink tongue undesirable. Dogs with self-coloured pigment and amber or light brown eyes would be expected to have a lavender tongue. Teeth strong, with a perfect, regular and complete scissor bite, i.e. upper teeth closely overlapping lower teeth and set square to the jaws. Padding of lower lip should not be so excessive so as to interfere with the bite.
Neck
Medium length, strong, full; set well on shoulders, with some loose skin under neck permitted, but this should not be excessive.
Forequarters
Shoulders muscular, well laid and sloping. Elbows close to the body. Forelegs straight, moderate length, good bone; pasterns slightly sloping, strong and flexible. Forelegs completely wrinkle free when mature.
Body
Height at withers approximately equal to the length from point of shoulders to point of buttock. Depth of brisket approximately half of height at withers. Chest broad and deep, underline rising slightly under loin; back short, strong. Topline dips slightly behind withers then rises over short, broad loin. Adult dogs should display moderate wrinkling over shoulders and base of tail. Excessive skin on body when mature highly undesirable.
Hindquarters
Muscular, strong; moderately angulated; hocks well let down without excessive wrinkling or thickening.
Feet
Moderate size, compact, toes well knuckled.
Tail
Rounded, narrowing to fine point, base set very high. May be carried high and curved, carried in tight curl, or curved over. Lack of, or incomplete, tail highly undesirable.
Gait/Movement
Free, vigorous and balanced, rear single tracking is normal at a fast trot, stilted gait undesirable.
Coat
Extremely harsh coat straight and off-standing on the body but flatter on the limbs. No undercoat. Length varies from short and bristly, under half an inch (1.25cm) or longer and thicker, between half an inch (1.25cm) and one inch (2.5cm), but still off-standing and harsh to the touch. N.B: no particular coat length within the accepted length should be preferred above the other. Never trimmed.
Colour
All Solid colours except white are acceptable. Frequently shaded on tail and back of thighs with lighter colour.
Size
Height: 46-51 cms (18-20 ins) at withers.
Faults
Any departure from the foregoing points should be considered a fault and the seriousness with which the fault should be regarded should be in exact proportion to its degree and its effect upon the health and welfare of the dog and on the dog’s ability to perform its traditional work.
Note
Male animals should have two apparently normal testicles fully descended into the scrotum.
*Note for prospective puppy buyers
Size – the Kennel Club Breed Standard is a guide and description of the ideal for the breed; the Size as described does not imply that a dog will match the measurements given (height or weight). A dog might be larger or smaller than the Size measurements stated in the Breed Standard.
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