#responsible breeding ethics

[emzdollzragdollsandscottishfolds]

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[darkwood-sleddog]

“Ethical breeders have too many expectations placed on them for anybody to want to do it.” *proceeds to explain how expectations should be lowered.

How about no.

[wolvebonez]

theres no ethical way to own exotic pets btw 👍👍

[ibizan-hound]

adopt or shop responsibly

for this, any breeding I talk about is ethical breeding and leaving out BYB dogs - that's a topic for a different day

breeding dogs preserves ancient breeds and improves new ones

breeding gives us reliable working dogs, don't expect a shelter dog to do good work

most dogs that come from shelters will be mixed and when your mixing breeds, your mixing temperaments and not everyone wants that

ethical breeders have contracts saying if the dog is unwanted or it doesn't work out that you need to bring the dog back, an ethical breeder will always take the dog back and do not contribute to shelter population

[falinscloaca]

my sympathy for vegans getting a flood of “DEBATE MEEEE” comments versus my frustration that their explanations and reasoning for vegan-ness still being fucking shit

[apotelesmaa]

I hate selective breeding for cute quirky features in pets I hate it so much. I cannot fathom how unbelievably selfish you have to be to place breed standards and having a unique cute pet over the well-being of an animal you chose to be responsible for. “It’s fine if my pet suffers because I think it looks cute” just say you wanted an accessory instead of a pet.

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

Okay it was quite an hour so this is an end to poodle period

With a reminder that doodles are unethically bred nightmares and if you paid multiple thousands of dollars for one ur a nightmare and I STAND BY THAT BESTIES ❤️

[lilypucks]

favorite cat breed and/or pattern/color?

CALICO CATS!!! definitely calicos they r my dearly beloved

and then as far as cat breeds go i'm a fan of ragdolls, abyssinians, and turkish angoras that's as far as i'm able to narrow it down </3

[gpstudios]

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[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Man distracting a dog from the thing theyre barking at works so much better than yelling at them for barking

Who woulda fuckin guessed /s

[felinefractious]

hi, you say you put links relating to health issues common with certain breeds, why do Persians, Exotic & British Shorthairs, other flat-faced breeds not have one? maybe I'm wrong but I thought they're pretty well known to have breathing and oral problems? /genq

There are different grades of brachycephaly and moderate - severe is generally where we see significant issues.

An appropriately bred British Shorthair (and similar breeds) shouldn’t present with a degree worse than mild… although unfortunately there are breeders who breed for extremes or overlook them in pursuit of a different desireable trait (looking at you dominant blue eye).

But the reason I don’t include a link to relevant cats is because I didn’t feel comfortable deciding where the line was for me to include a link.

This British Shorthair [source] has a nice muzzle length and well-balanced features. I wouldn’t say it’s much more severe than this Ragdoll [source].

Or what about breeds that aren’t brachycephalic per their standard, like the Devon Rex [source] but some breeders [source] are selecting for that extreme type anyways?

With the other breeds the issue is universally relevant, there is no room for me to make a decision on which individuals to mention it om and which deserve a pass.

Brachycephaly is horrible and those who breed these sickly cats are rotten but it’s an issue that can be worked out with ethical breeding. We can breed for longer muzzles and retain other breed traits.

The same can’t be said for the sebaceous cysts in Lykoi which are directly due to the abnormal formation of their skin responsible for the signature werewolf look. The same can’t be said for the Scottish Fold whose folded ears are exclusively caused by defective, weakened cartilage that effects their entire body not just the ears.

[kedreeva]

I saw tags just now that stated the user doesn't trust people who buys bred cats and dogs, with the implication being, I have to assume, that any (purebred) cat or dog that was bred is owned by someone that has done wrong specifically by sourcing their animal from a breeder (as opposed to a rescue).

Friend, this is not the case at all. Reasonably bred cats and dogs from pure breeds are not the problem. Mill breeders and "backyard" breeders that slap together any two animals to make a profit with no regard for the health of the animal are the problem. People not fixing their pets or not properly containing them during heats are the problem. People who perpetuate unhealthy mutations (like the Scottish fold, like brachycephalic animals) are the problem.

Responsible breeders producing reasonable numbers of healthy, well-bred animals from quality stock are not the ones filling shelters or putting strays on the streets. A person who researched their breeder and engaged in a responsible pet purchase of an ethical breed from an ethical breeder rather than an unknown animal from a mill, backyard breeder, or even rescue (which often are full of offloads from the other two) is not untrustworthy for this act.

In fact, they're doing it exactly right.

[doberbutts]

Do you think it is possible for cross-breed dogs to be produced ethically? I have heard that mixes are unethical as the temperament and structure of the offspring are unpredictable.

I don't think it's impossible to create crossbreed dogs ethically or responsibly. I think that it is very difficult to do with today's purebred politics, and I think that the significant majority of people producing mixed breeds are not doing so responsibly (similarly, I think the same of purebreds 🤷‍♂️)

There's a bunch of mixed breed projects that I'm somewhat interested in. Unfortunately, the sports I'm most interested in don't play nicely with dogs that aren't purebred, so I continue to have purebred dogs.

[transform4u]

I just want to listen to music, but the only song on my phone is "traditionalfather.mp3". Is this some kind of virus?

You pop your headphones into your phone with a satisfying snapppp—a sound like a promise of sonic adventure. The familiar connection is made, and you swipe open Spotify, eager to dive into your music library. But as you scroll through your playlists, a perplexing situation unfolds: the only track available is ominously titled “traditionalfather.mp3.” Your curiosity is piqued. What could this mysterious file hold?

You hit play, and the initial burst of static is like a digital storm—crackling, buzzing, and threatening to drown out any semblance of melody. You’re about to pull the plug when, through the static haze, a clear voice begins to emerge. It’s a voice that commands attention, soothing and authoritative. Scripture starts to flow from the speakers, each verse imbued with a quiet, powerful resonance.

The static gradually fades into a structured podcast, shifting from the sacred words of scripture to a more grounded conversation. The host speaks with conviction:

“Welcome to our podcast on traditional Christian family values. Today, we’re exploring the importance of instilling respect, love, and faith within our families. It’s crucial that we embody these values ourselves—children learn not just from what we say, but from what we do. Our actions should reflect our commitment to these principles, creating a nurturing environment where faith and values can thrive…”

As you listen, something incredible begins to happen. You start to feel a tingling sensation as if the podcast’s message is manifesting itself physically. You grow taller, your height stretching in a way that feels both natural and empowering. Your clothes, once casual and relaxed, gradually shift into more conservative attire—each piece becoming more fitted and refined, mirroring your evolving sense of purpose.

Your body undergoes a dramatic transformation. Muscles begin to swell and firm up, each muscle expanding with a newfound vigor. Your biceps swell with solid strength, your chest broadens into a powerful shield, and your abs tighten into a defined six-pack. The fat that once clung to your frame evaporates, replaced by lean, sculpted muscle. Each muscle’s expansion is accompanied by a rush of energy, transforming you into a picture of strength and capability.

The heat in your body intensifies, radiating like an internal furnace. It’s not uncomfortable but invigorating, filling you with a potent sense of vitality. As the transformation continues, your skin develops a rich, golden tan, enhancing your muscular definition and overall presence.

With these physical changes come a surge in your work ethic. The drive to embody traditional Christian values translates into a newfound determination and discipline. You feel a powerful connection to the ideals you’re embracing, ready to lead with both strength and purpose. You hear the breathy moans from the beautiful woman next to you, her voice dripping with desire. "Oh, Michael. Let's make another kid," she whispers, her eyes locked on yours with primal lust. You feel a rush of hetroseuxality coursing through your veins as you gaze at her, your cross necklace sliding against your chest. All thoughts of ethics and morality fade away, replaced only by the overwhelming urge to claim your wife as your own.

You run your hands over her curves, feeling the soft fabric of her lacy bra and panties. She's your property, your possession, and you intend to use her for your pleasure. You flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as you hover over her. She looks up at you with a mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she's at your mercy.

"Daddy's going to breed you now," you growl, your voice low and commanding. She whimpers in response, her body trembling with anticipation. You rip off her flimsy undergarments, exposing her most intimate areas to your hungry gaze. She's wet and ready for you, her body aching to be filled by your manhood.

Without warning, you thrust into her, burying yourself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. She cries out in pleasure, her walls clenching around you as you begin to move. You set a brutal pace, pounding into her with animalistic fervor. She's just a vessel for your seed, a receptacle for your pleasure.

"Take it, you little slut," you snarl, your hips slamming against hers with each powerful thrust. She moans and writhes beneath you, lost in a haze of ecstasy. You feel like a king, a conqueror, as you use your wife for your own gratification. This is what it means to be a man, to take what you want without hesitation or remorse.

As you near your climax, you flip her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees. You mount her from behind like a beast in heat, grunting and growling as you rut into her. She pushes back against you, desperate for your seed, craving the feeling of being bred like an animal.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," you groan, your balls tightening as your orgasm approaches. With a final, brutal thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her, flooding her womb with your potent seed. She screams in ecstasy, her body shaking with the force of her own climax. You collapse on top of her, both of you panting and sweating in the aftermath of your primal coupling.

You feel a sense of satisfaction, of power, as you lie there with your wife. You've claimed her, marked her, made her yours in the most primal way possible. This is what it means to be a man, to take what you want and to use it for your own pleasure. And you'll do it again and again, until she's swollen with your child, a living testament to your virility and dominance.

[allpiesforourown]

Okay, okay, permanent-pregnancy for Shizun anon back again. I have read the worries people have, but have been too sick meanwhile to answer, but here it goes! Like, there is no reason to worry about the potential child, because you just have to decide what is your goal when making Shizun pregnant??? Children don't have to be involved at all!

Like, we know Shizuns love of the monstrous right?? What if he had a little accident when finding a new plant and after he is saved he finds it left a little something behind? And of course this plant is extremely rare so he couldn't possibly just let it's offspring die, no the only option is to carry it to term and then safely release it back into nature! He would be so cute and excited about learning about it, but also sooooooo shy, why did it have to be like this, oh, but he can't show that to the other lord's if they then decide to remove it, he is way too protective for that! So as his disciples it is of course our responsibility to make sure Shizuns is cared for and all his needs met while the little baby plant grows inside him!! (And if afterwards Shizuns realised this is the only way to keep the plant from dying out... Shizun is so kind and sometimes sacrifices have to be made)

But what if it is us breeding him that is the point? Well, I imagine Binghe and Shizun having shameless sex doing dual cultivation and as Binghe *AHEM* in Sizhun their cultivation mix and a new spirit is created. Something between demonic cultivation and human cultivation, something never seen before! Something only they could make together and now have to foster and grow! Since this isn't a normal pregnancy who knows how long it will last, just how it will affect sweet kind Shizun? Certainly, it is up to dear Binghe to make certain all Shizuns needs are met no matter what!!! (And if suddenly other cultivators want that new cultivation core and tries to kidnap Shizun? Well, then it is ours Binghes responsibility to save him each time which means Shizun would gladly reward us in any way we wanted!)

Okay, but what about some darker drama?? Shizun stuck in the Water Prison and Binghe can't have him running, what do he do? He finds an artifact that keeps Shizun pregnant and vulnerable (Not with actual child, it is just a curse), because how can he run when his feet hurt and stomach grows? How could he show himself to the rest of the world when he is like this? No, now he has to stay with Binghe and hopefully this will give Binghe time to prove himself for Shizun! And once they finally talk and clear the misunderstandings, then Binghe of course undoes the curse and they live happily ever after! (And if they keep the artifact for some... More adventurous evenings, that is between Binghe and Shizun)

And of course, what if you want to go full horror? Shizun becomes cursed without his knowledge and nothing we do can find the source or undo it! As he gets morning sickness, slowly grows larger, has all these weird cravings, there is no doubt what it is! But how could it be possible? Shizun knows he is a virgin, never even thought about the deed, how could this have happened? And he is a man, this shouldn't even be possible! He would be so scared and lost and we would be there to hold his hand and for him to have a shoulder to cry on as he shared all his worries and we would stay by his side during it all, so he never felt alone. Who knows what will happen, but we do know we will never leave Shizun! (And as long as he is like this... Then I suppose Shizun could never leave us...)

The point is, you need to ask yourself, what is the goal with the preggers Shizun kink?? None of these examples require an actual child to be involved, like we don't need to consider ethical dilemmas here! Do we want Shizun protecting the rare life growing inside of him? To we want to see him fill out with something we Binghe gave him, something created together? Do we want the drama of using the vulnerability against him until we finally understand each other? Or do we love the horror and a scared Shizun who can only go to us for support? So many different directions to go and each of them delicious in their own way! The wonders of fiction mean there are no limits of what we can put Shizun through OR how we save him <3

Sorry about my ramblings, just wanted to share my thoughts <3 Hopefully one or more of these scenarios will be written out soon, just have to write a few more chapters for my fic first!

Have a great day!

Op I am genuinely flabbergasted. I don't think anyone has ever out-horny'd me like this when it comes to shizun. I am listening and learning. Pondering all these mpreg alternatives. Thank you

[lirational]

Bait

Eldritch AU Path to Nowhere inspired by this image.

Monster!Shalom x Reader

Warnings: Dark content, dubious consent, general monsterfuckery, implied breeding, questionable anatomy, questionable science ethics or honestly ethics in general. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

SMUT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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“It seems that they take a particular enjoyment to observing both of us.”

A statement, not a question. You were used to observing beings that are not of this world, captured by unknown means and now kept here to minimize their danger to the world at large. Monsters. You hesitate to call them that, as the term implies they were driven by familiar, animalistic instincts much like creatures of this world, while they seem to operate less on instinct and more on an unfathomable logic that you, and most human beings, lack the capacity to comprehend, a phenomenon which you and everyone here would witness whenever any of them deigned to entertain themselves with your reactions.

Perhaps, you should count yourself lucky that even after the higher ups captured them and shoved them in this facility designed as a cage, most of them were willing to adapt to parameters acceptable to humans. You’ve seen the ease of which some of them ruin lives when agitated, remembering that hapless scientist who tried to debate S-087 about the true nature of the universe and ended up being a little less, ah, comprehensible after she witnessed a glimpse of something not meant to be seen. You shudder, lost in the thought of the fate of your colleague after that ordeal instead of entertaining the monster in front of you with a response—

A cold feeling interrupted your thoughts, slender fingers wrapping on your wrist as the monster directed your hand to touch her cheek. She was now only centimeters away from your face, her fingers playing with your hand as she asked, “Your thoughts seem to be wandering away. What is it in your expression, ah, penny for your thoughts?”

She paused, letting her words sink in. In that brief moment, the triangular symbol in her eye seemed to flicker and flash.

“I cannot say I like being treated as if I’m not present.”

“S-017, I only wanted to record more information about that World of Mania you mentioned. Your thoughts about the research procedure is irrelevant,” you answer, the fake detachment all too evident to you. A part of you dislike treating her in such a cold manner, but this was one of the most basic things they drilled in your training manual. They are not people, there is no need to treat them as such, and don’t show your fear to them, for they might - and on occassions, have - take advantage of it.

“It’s Shalom,” she responded, her smile unfading, face close enough you could feel the warmth of her breathing. You have been warned about this, read the case files about how Sha— S-017 presents a veneer of perfection in each of her movements, and only when you pay very close attention you can see traces of her inhumanity. Every single part of her seems to be sculpted without flaw, from her porcelain skin to her doctored expressions, down to the vivid shade of maroon hair that faded into white as they tickled your skin and pooled on your lap from your proximity. Some of your colleagues have theorized that her perfection was meant to lull, to decrease one’s wariness towards her and lure people’s eyes from her less human traits. About the only part of her that gives away her true nature was the triangle in her right eye, but you suspect that if she didn’t want to show that part of her, you won’t even know it was there. “Perhaps it is irrelevant to the scheduled questioning we’re having right now, but I’m sure you are familiar with scientific curiosity.”

In that moment, your senses tinged a little as cold, vivid blue invaded the edges of your vision. A warning? Even if Shalom didn’t mean it as that, you’d rather not push it into a situation where being smashed into bloody pulp is the least undesirable fate. Many of your colleagues have theorized that the creatures held here merely stayed because the facility provided a measure of entertainment or possess something they want, and if any of them has a shred of determination to escape, the facility would be gone without a trace in the time it took for you to blink.

“I’m sorry, Shalom, may I ask you to elaborate about the World of Mania you mentioned in our last session?” You indulged her.

“Mhm, that’s more like it,” she hummed, clearly pleased. “Sure, I don’t mind, maybe I’ll tell you later.”

In your overstuffed armchair, you could feel something slither onto you, her stare anchoring you in place as the foreign tendril slides up your leg. More joined to trace your arms, and you glance at the camera stationed nearby, wordlessly pleading for the scientist watching the whole thing to get up and get help. It didn’t take long for Shalom to use another of her tendrils as a lithe finger to tilt your chin back to her, drowning you into her unmoving stare, “I will tell you, but in exchange…” she let her words sink in for a moment, “Won’t you entertain me?”

There was no need to be a, well, rocket scientist to understand what she was getting at. Her words carried a certain cadence to it, and you squirm in response, your head turning to look at the camera to scream for help, the monster’s feelings be damned. However, she was faster, one tendril rubbing circles on your clothed clit, the other teasing your lips, before holding down your tongue to render your plea ineffective. For a moment, blue flooded your vision, and when it subsided, the space around you has been warped, the door out of this room buried behind layers and layers of walls as the space itself warped to form a dark, foreboding maze. Did they not see what happened to you? Did they decide to dispose of you as punishment for something you weren’t aware of—?

“Again, what is bothering you? Ah, let me guess, are you bothered by the eyes trained on us?”

“S-017, I’m not here to, in your words, entertain you. You’re crossing and breaking several— ah, facility rules we are both bound with,” your voice was shaking, the authority and distance you tried to imbue into it fading as you gulp at the feeling of another tendril slipping past the band of your undergarments to play at your shamefully wet core. Your back was pressed to the stuffed chair, your movements limited as the tendrils around your limbs started to tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough to disallow you from moving even an inch without her permission.

From your files, S-017 seemed to be the rational sort, and you hoped the appeal to her rationality would allow you to escape this horrifying predicament. Even as your body started to ache and quiver with need from Shalom’s teasing touches, you still have enough of a mind to remember that both of you are being watched and recorded. At least, you would buy another few precious seconds for the security squad to come barging in, hopefully distracting her—

“Frankly, your rules hold no relevance to me,” Shalom answered, mismatched eyes glancing at the direction of what seemed to be a wall she erected herself by warping the space. “I’m sure you are familiar with the concept of bartering, hm? You get information, and I get a little bit of entertainment while I’m cooped in here. It’s a win-win for both of us, hm?”

Each word from her lips seem to infuse the air itself, thickening each breath you take in and eroding your reason to stoke your desire. Shalom stood up, taking a step back while she snapped her fingers, engulfing the chair you sat on with a gelatinous substance before the object disappeared into the darkness. Now, you were only held up by her tendrils, helplessly hung in the air as she drank in your appearance. Four more tentacles, two sliding out from somewhere on her back and the others from behind her legs, move towards you and made quick work on your clothes, the articles left to drop in a haphazard pile on the floor.

“I’m not here for you, or anyone else to have sex with. I will forward the request for approval to the facility if you want something of that nature, but—“

In that moment, the symbol on her right eye seems to bore right into your soul, then she stroked your cheek, voice soothing, tickling the air and making you gulp. Was it fear or anticipation? You could no longer be sure. “What got you so frightened? You will not share the fate of your colleagues, or come back as anything else but a normal, living person. Does it count as killing you a little if you come back out perhaps a bit exhausted?” She mused, practiced amusement sliding into her tone. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it pleasurable for you, too.”

Another couple of tendrils engulfed her clothes, and you were left with the sight of her naked body. Just how many did she hide behind that human appearance of hers? Regardless, like what you had always seen, every part of her was sculpted to perfection, any blemish and flaw hidden, or perhaps, she never allowed any to mar her. A few of your colleagues had theorized she made her own body, or perhaps, stole one from an unsuspecting person before she came to be imprisoned in the facility, but regardless, S-017 - Shalom’s perfectionism was well-known among your fellow researchers, to an unsettling degree.

“Does this body appeal to you?” The question snapped you out of your own reverie, not helped as she emphasizes her words with a rough pinch on your nipples. She sounded amused, sitting on thin air propped with her own alien limbs. This was the first time you had ever gotten a proper look of them, the tendrils starting with a vivid maroon of her hair, before fading to white and glowing in a bright, luminescent blue at the tips.

“Answer me,” she demanded, tendrils forcing you to look at her eyes. A lulling blue glow flooded your vision for a moment, and when it fades, your mind felt hazy, cloudy, your inhibition loosening as approval tumbled down from your lips. It felt good, it felt good as she smiled, and at least, even if the facility won’t send anyone, you can take comfort in the fact that the monster before you seem to be fond enough of you. The limbs propping you up shifted and made you lean forward, ass up in the air, another tentacle invading your puckered hole, only leaving your mouth free.

“Service me, and I’ll see that you’re returned, more or less unharmed.”

Accompanied with a flash of blue in your vision, her order seeped into your mind in a more direct way compared to a verbal command, an easy pleasure invading your body as you leaned as close as she allowed you, to the dripping slit between her legs. Hesitation screamed at the edge of your thoughts, yet, you could no longer process it, your tongue lapping at her with the fervor rivalling one induced by addiction. Your reward came in the form of pleasure as the tendrils nestled inside you start to move in tune with your movements, brushing that spongy spot while unnatural glee washed all over your body. It was as if each of the monster’s words carry a hidden reward, one that would be released as flashes of happiness as you obeyed her.

As your climb ever closer to your peak, Shalom released two more tendrils from her back, covering your eyes until all you could feel, could hear, could taste, was her, her moans of pleasure that sends happiness jolting straight into your quivering body, and the feeling of her tendrils invading deep, deep into you as if to prevent you from knowing, perceiving anything else. In the darkness, your senses felt sharper, each brush becoming tenfold in its intensity as you felt yourself thrown and engulfed in the throes of pleasure.

Everything was heightened, sharper. As you reached that sweet release, you tasted her release right at the same time, only for it to be snatched in an instant as you taste the monster’s lips on yours. You were far too distracted, unaware as foreign objects settled deep in your body, only feeling the oddity for a moment before you were dragged back to feel the full force of pleasure. She swallowed your screams, leaving you dripping, out of breath, and hung suspended in the air as the tentacles covering your eyes start to shift away, allowing you your sight again, to see Shalom looking especially pleased with herself. In contrast to the mess you were in, she had already dressed herself, no proof of the pleasure you had shared could be seen on her.

A contrast to your messed-up state.

While propping you up, she lowered you and let you stand, and in a flash of blue in your vision, you were already dressed.

“That completes the deal, as for my end—“

A tentacle probed into your head, not at all painful, yet there was a strangeness to it that you couldn’t put your finger on. As it reached a part of your mind, you saw images, information engraved directly into your memories. It felt like an eternity before she released her hold on you, and when she did, the room has returned to its prior state, no trace of the maze in sight.

“Huh…?” You mumble, dumbfounded. “Did no one see that, or was that just a—“

“Dream? Of course not, they have been pretty busy, I might add, but they can’t reach both of us in the corner of an ever-shifting maze. I would estimate it will take them around a century to find the exit, if they keep searching the entire time,” Shalom smiled at your dumbfounded expression, “Don’t worry, once you open that door, they’ll be transported back somewhere in this building. After all, I want you to be able to come back here without suffering any consequence, but…”

Her smile turns hungry.

“Come back in time, otherwise, you’ll be in for quite an amusing experience, alright?”