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PET PERSON MEME

>> premise

Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.

The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.

Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.

So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?

As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.

With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master!

>> how to play

Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies.

So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon.

Rules

Comment with your character and say whether they'd be a master or a pet. Ideally, they could be played as both. Mention what kind of each they'd be and what they'd be like, (ie: "Xx-chan is a bunny girl who is happy to please her master" or "Asterothia is a cat boy who is aloof but loyal to his true master"). For pets, be sure to include features ("wolf ears, tail, teeth).

REMEMBER, pet does not automatically equal submissive and master automatically equal dominant. This is not a BDSM setting though BDSM can be included. How far you want to go with the actual "pet" aspect is up to you, as well. Your pet could just be your slightly-furry roommate or soulmate!
Comment to others.
Play out the scene.

>> prompts

This by no means an all-inclusive list, but it should get you going in the right direction.

First Time Pet/Owner: Usually, pets are gotten at a young age; you're an old dog. Can you learn new tricks?
True Bond: What all masters and pets yearn for...the pet's loyalty and adoration for life.
Love: It's expected for masters to love their pets, but to love them? Romance is strictly forbidden.
Old "Couple": Master and pet have grown together and know each other. You know, know each other.
Loss of Master: The pet has lost their master, perhaps even their True Bond. Is it possible to move on?
Young Master/Older Pet: Pets age quicker than masters, so it's possible to end up with a bit of an "age" difference.
Family Pet: This pet's been raised as part of the family. What happens when their feelings for a family member get more than platonic.
For Your Protection: You don't want to be a master, but you have to take in a pet for their protection lest they be in danger from the general public.
Stray: You're a stray or a "Free." Can you live like this with your biology screaming for you to make a match?
Servant: You're more servant than pet.
All Sex, All the Time: The only purpose for this pet is to service the master, and not in a way that means cleaning their house.
Guard: You're a loyal bodyguard, a service pet. You'll do anything for your master. Anything.
Pet Play: This is for those who prefer to keep their animals on leashes, have them eat from bowls, and keep away from clothing.
Breaking In: Training is important with any pet.
In Love with Another Master...or Pet: To lust after another's master is no better than treason, and to wish to be with another pet just cruel!
Punishment: Bad dog, no nookie!
Heat: All pets go into heat, and it's the responsibility of the owner to take care of this problem. After all, unchecked dry humping kills thousands every year.
Breeding: Breeders know the best qualities in each type and mate the cream of the crop together to continue lines. It's a hobby for some, a calling for others.
Territorial: Hey, hey, other dog person! This is your apartment. Stay the fuck out!
Kennel: Kennels are where unadopted pets are kept. They're generally agreed to be depressing places. Why not volunteer at one, keeping the pets healthy and happy with the kind of affection only humans can show?
Rebelling Against the System: Damn the Man! Pet people are people, too! Just be careful not to get talk. You know what happens to bad pets.
Instant Attraction: You ever just look at someone and know they're the one? That they're...your master? But what if you've been trying to fight it? Well, don't try!
Dominant Pet: You might be the pet, but you call the shots, at least in the bedroom.
Pet Show: Everyone wants to show off how perfect their animal is. Look at that ass! And you'll never believe their special skills...
Therapeutic: Pets, especially those bred for their kindliness, are perfect therapy for those who've been through trauma and heartache.
Jealousy: Who's that around your master? Oh, hell no. They better not be touching them!
Petting: Pet people are absolutely gaga for being touched. Even the most steely ones turn to mush for rubs.
Games: Playing with your pet and giving them exercise is a key to happiness. Of course, with a pet person, you might want to use other toys instead of a ball.

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( well. it kind of is. it's just also salacious. vic is a talented panther like that. with a deep purr, one hand in the curve of harque's back and the other cupping the man's face, he pulls harque even closer, practically pulling him out of his chair. )

D'you even know how it feels, watching them parade you around for a spouse?

( while he's right there? it's torturous. and horribly unfair. )

Edited 2023-06-12 00:11 (UTC)

My master should try saying that with a paper and pencil in his hands.

_{[ there's a light in his eyes, as he starts to rattle things off... ]}

More books! Well, naturally, but I want to lose count. I want it to be hard to see them all at once even though they're properly displayed. Bookcases from the floor to the ceiling, high enough you need one of those rolling ladders. _{[ ...so, vic's are already a good start. ]} And I know it's not safe, but...candles, burning, to keep it all lit. Red and black and white, depending on which ones I want out.

...Of course, I don't want to just read all the time, so there needs to be somewhere nice to sit, take tea, fuss at sewing if I'm really bored... Brocade. Nice, delicate colors. Except not too much blue. And fresh flowers, in all the vases, not just every now and then when it's timely!

..A rug by the fire, but that's it. No carpet. I like hearing my heels click. _{[ and he sheds like nobody's business, but he's not calling himself out on that. [} Wood floor, I think, stone's too cold.

I want paintings, but no landscapes. Oils. No watercolors. And it can't get too muggy inside in the summer, because I don't want my fur mussed up while I'm relaxing at home. _{And the tub needs to be at LEAST the size of yours. I want to be able to stretch out.

[ speaking of stretching-- he stretches his hands forward in front of him on the bed, the motion one long shfhfhfhfhh sound across the sheet.

Like the ocean. He stares at his outstretched hands. It seems like he's done, at first, but finally he adds, slower. ]}

...And I want a window, big as a wall, that shows the Forgotten Coast. With the corals in the water piled like bones. And you can see the sun setting, from it.

Edited 2023-06-12 04:39 (UTC)

Fair enough.

[He takes it back, then, and for now it goes back into the box so that he's not stinking up the place with nicotine. Wouldn't want to get asked to leave, when he's here for a reason.]

Three hours left until euthanasia, huh, irmão?

[The particularly hostile pets get a list on their cage, like any other pet would. "Likes pats behind the ears and eating gourmet food", except it's very specifically "DEATH DATE: XX/XX at XX:XX. Charges include arson, murder, and abandonment of post."

Looking at the piece of paper and the guy inside, Tyki almost thinks they've got the wrong fox for this, but alas...]

What do you say, [he begins, with a playful lilt in his voice like he didn't just remind this guy that he's about to die soon,] do you still want to live? Or have you given up?

[Vash visibly stiffens, and for a long moment he says nothing. He's sitting right now with his arms folded over his knees, hands hanging loose between them. His right hand is flesh and blood, while his left is that same prosthetic, a strange sort of metallic-blue that looks more sophisticated than something a pet classed as a stray could ever afford. Maybe it was from a previous owner?

And while it would make sense for him to respond negatively, or despondently...Vash actually laughs nervously. Sheepishly, even, as he tilts his head up a little.]

Ah...has that much time passed already?

[He thought he had at least the better part of the day left. Five hours, at the very least...

His feet shuffle for a moment, his ears swiveling back.]

I think if I wanted to die, I would have a long time ago. [He replies, matter-of-factly.] I'm usually pretty good at getting away...but this time I messed up.

Edited 2023-06-12 01:47 (UTC)

[As a Master he likely has a therapy pet for helping him handle crowds and generally dealing with the stress of being an idol. A secret, secondary option that might be worth playing with is that he is a pet himself passing himself off as human.]

[As a pet he can be either the fluffiest most neurotic cat, or he can be a more exotic choice: A bat (still neurotic) with big wide ears and wings.]

[lots of options!!! Hit me up!!]

[Ah yes, when he steps inside. You know.

Through the fucking wall, and through Vic if he doesn't bother moving. He's not carrying anything with him, so it's unclear what he was doing prior, but he's making headway toward the table.

Interesting.]

Oh, these must be from Road, right? [He says, cheeky, as he turns over a small wrapped box in his hands.] How nice. I'll have to thank her later...

[:3c]

[What …what was he thinking. Ah, he isn’t sure how good of an idea this was. Of course, the initial idea was born from logic. The others were telling him it would be smart to get a pet to keep him company, especially now that he lived apart from his unit and was struggling with adapting. They would be good for him when the crowds got too much, someone to look after him and love him so he did not get lonely between work.]

[It made him feel wretched, but he could only refuse so many times. Finally he caved and …started to look. He thought perhaps if he could give a pet a nice home, that would be doing his part from letting them fall into the wrong hands. He found this particular breeder not because of their high quality pets, but because rumors of their pets being …troubled tipped him off. He would try to take in one of them. Maybe that would redeem his guilt of doing this at all when in reality he was…]

[With the papers signed, and the breeder ecstatic that an idol had chosen one of their pets, Mayoi made sure to have everything ready for her arrival. His apartment wasn’t huge and luxurious, but it was nice by most people’s standards, and he made sure she had plenty of space for her comfort. He could only hope that eventually she might recover from whatever this breeder put her through with some time and care.]

[And perhaps she might not immediately resent him for existing. After all, he does not smell completely human himself. He wonders if she will figure out the truth.]

Really?

[He asks, in a way that's only semi-genuine. Dumb luck has its ways.]

You seem a bit sullen about it, still. Not exactly the pep I'd expect from someone who wants to live. [An observation he can make, because he has, erm, murdered a few people before. Don't worry about it.] I can extend a sympathetic hand to a trapped animal.

[Instead of crouching by the bars, he stands, all too casual despite the dire situation. Every other cage nearby is empty, likely because those pets were all adopted or euthanized prior, which makes the selection process easy. Thing is, Tyki wants one that has a bit more zest for life, one that thrashes against metaphorical bonds and fights for his right to walk this earth, or else he gets goddamn bored.

People are more fun when they're squirming.]

I'll ask again. Do you want to live, or do you want to die in some shady clinic?

[The thing is...if Vash knew that he was giving up his life specifically to save someone else's? He wouldn't hesitate. That's just the type of person he is. He wants to help...he wants to see people thrive, and be happy, even at his own expense.

But wanting to save others, and the desire to keep living, are different things. They're not mutually exclusive, and if he were to die, then how is he supposed to accomplish any of the things he's been trying to up until now?

Not that he knows what those things are, exactly.

The fennec brings his fingertips together, watching the way the real and mechanical don't quite connect properly, soft against a firm, unyielding surface. He's watching Tyki out of the corner of his eye, now, trying to discern what this guy is getting at. He can tell he isn't asking him this just because he's curious what his answer is going to be.]

...I don't want to die. Not here.

[Not like this. But Vash knows that there's no point in asking anyway. He's been set up for euthanasia. He's a criminal in the eyes of not just this facility, but the law in general.]

[There it is. Just a little more fight, a little more thrashing about. It's good. A sight for sore eyes.]

Bom menino~. I have some paperwork to fill out, then.

[Hint hint, adoption on the table. Tyki makes his way out, to the front where he can tell the person running the place that he's decided to do a Good Deed and adopt an Unruly Pet, yadda yadda blah blah blah. It involves paperwork. Loads of it. Release forms saying he won't sue if the fennec decides to turn on him and gouge his eyes out, that he won't sue if any of the families the guy has hurt come after him or Tyki, legal jargon...

The thing is, you'd have to have a death wish to come after him in the first place, so Tyki's not all that concerned. He signs on the dotted lines, and in the end, it's him given the keys to the cell. The staff apparently don't want to deal with someone "dangerous", but they're apparently fine with cleaning up a corpse if Tyki gets mauled.

Makes sense.

Back to the Kill section of the shelter he goes, twirling the keychain around his finger.]

Your name?

[He asks, as he shoves the key into the lock and it clicks, and he steps aside to let Vash free.]

[The alarm bells in Tatsumi's mind start going off like crazy, the way they always do before Mayoi has an attack, but the timing absolutely couldn't be worse. As he bursts into the bedroom, he notes that Mayoi is already doubled over, his hair hanging limply around his head. Ignoring his own problems--no, cursing them silently for making his senses so dulled that he couldn't head this off--he takes a deep breath and heads to Mayoi's side. Crouching on the floor beside the bed, he looks for Mayoi's hands, to fold them into his own.]

Mayoi-san... Let's take a deep breath together. Slowly, in through your nose... One... two... three... And then out through your mouth...

[He consciously tries to ease his ears back from being flat and irritated before Mayoi sees. They're not his fault, after all.]

( vic bristles and tries to move, but its too late. as tyki strides to the gift, the panther makes a show of shaking off as if he had gotten wet. )

You're horrible. Awful.

( casting a glance to his master, he sighs. )

It must be, I don't pay attention to them. I'll miss the quiet, though.

[Pet Tatsumi could be any furry creature, likely to be attentive to distress and fiercely protective, but he's usually so gentle you'd never know he could take someone down.

As a master, Tatsumi may need a comfort companion to help him deal with his traumatic injury, or he may have rescued the pet out of the goodness of his heart!

Open to anyone!]

[He’d escaped, but now what? He didn’t know, all he could do was run.]

[A well-bred, high class pet is what he was, and little else. He had no protections, no rights, no place to go if the home he’d been sold into turned out rotten. And so …here he was, having fled the estate of his owners for literally any reprieve he could be granted.]

[The world did not treat his kind with much mercy when they stepped out of line, and so Mayoi knew his time was borrowed. As the rain poured down, he finally found himself running out of breath and hopelessly lost in an unfamiliar part of town. He doesn’t think he’s being sought yet, but how long…]

[Oh. A church…? Ah, just places make him uneasy, but …well. He had nothing to lose. Quietly as he can, he will crack open the doors and peer inside.]

[It's late at night and the weather is awful, so by all rights the church should be empty. But it isn't. Oddly placed in a beam of distorted streetlight that shutters in through the stained glass windows, there's a young man. He's dead silent, and he obviously hasn't noticed that anyone has joined him yet, but his head is bowed and his hands are clasped almost desperately in front of his head, resting on the back of the pew in front of him.

If Mayoi continues to watch, Tatsumi will eventually raise his head and get to his feet. But as soon as he tries to take a step forward, he staggers, catching himself with one hand before he makes it all the way to the floor. There's obviously something wrong with him... Investigate?]

[They were night terrors. Mayoi’s upbringing had been …sheltered and unorthodox, and full of ghastly things that would explain a great deal of why Mayoi was the way he was. He does not like to talk about it, but it takes a toll on him. In spite of that he still works as an idol, and it was at the very concerned behest of some friends/colleagues of his that he got a pet to help with some of his struggles.]

[It was …a good arrangement, really. Tatsumi had been a bright improvement upon his life and he scarcely knew how he got along without him. He just feels wretched and guilty when he needs to be tended to like this.]

[Mayoi complies, even though he is only half cognizant, still trying to break free from the dream. He gives his hands to Tatsumi and breathes, each time with Tatsumi’s cadence. Slowly he starts to come back around.]

T-Tatsumi…

[Ah, look how worried he is …his ears are all pressed back…]

I-I’m sorry …I-I’m awake, now. Thank you…

[He watches …almost reverently. There’s something about this solitude, it brings him a peace he hasn’t known for sometime, and he finds himself almost losing himself. Forgetting that he is a sopping wet cat, tracking who knows what on the floors.]

[But then he gets up, and- Oh! Mayoi’s ears shoot right up in alarm as he staggers back down again. He’s moving before he even realizes, despite his nerves and survival instinct urging him to stay hidden.]

A-Ah, are you alright…?!

[he’s already at his side before he realizes what he’s done, and so he hovers there anxiously, not yet touching the young man, but waiting for permission (or condemnation).]

Mayoi-san.

[He says it softly, coaxingly, holding Mayoi's clammy hands between his own.]

You can thank me, but one of these days I'll have to convince you not to apologize. This is what I'm here for, after all.

[Leaning in, his ears flicking, Tatsumi opens his hands and nuzzles at Mayoi's palms. It's very early in the morning, still dark, but Tatsumi couldn't stay on the bed in his current state. He'd been pacing the living room until Mayoi's attack. This is... he hates to even think it, but it's nice to be distracted. He can pour all his care and attention into Mayoi instead of worrying.

His tail taps the floor a few times as he breathes Mayoi in, checking his scent for any signs that he's not recovering.]

Would you like a glass of water?

[Tatsumi looks up in a rush, not expecting that anyone else would be here at this hour, in this weather. But this creature looks as lost as Tatsumi feels, so he doesn't dare to turn him away or judge him at all. In fact, his face is burning at being caught in this situation.]

I'm... I'm fine. I'm sorry to have alarmed you.

[As he struggles to his feet, gives up, then takes a seat instead, he tries a smile. It seems hollow.]

You're seeking refuge, aren't you?

[From the weather or otherwise. Tatsumi doesn't know for sure. He isn't usually the one who greets people who come to the church, but he knows what to do when people need help. That's second nature for him, really. But... this seems odd. That's an animal, and he's unaccompanied. He's... drenched, but underneath it all Tatsumi can tell he must be a very expensive pet that someone's lost.

After a moment, he shrugs off his athletic jacket and holds it out to him.]

Here. You're soaking wet.

[It’s habit, and Mayoi takes another deep breath before he nods gently.]

I-I know… it is a hard habit to break. [They have had this conversation before. Possibly every time.] Having you here makes me feel both very grateful and irredeemably selfish.

[Gently, Mayoi’s hands stroke through Tatsumi’s hair, to his ears. His nerves settle just a little at the motion.]

…Mm. I-I think so.

I-I…

[He braces for many things, and it’s evident in the way he flinches away from Tatsumi almost on instinct. For …speaking out, for getting close, for existing, for-]

[But all he does is hold out a coat for him, despite his wretched state. He looks at it in alarm, his ears folding back, before looking back up at the man and his kind and gentle eyes. He reaches a hand out to take the coat, but it takes a few tries for him to work up to it. Once he does, he holds it very close to himself, almost as though he could use it to hide.]

I-I’m sorry… I thought …p-perhaps I could stay until the rain passed. In exchange I could …perhaps clean for you, or something of that manner.

[As Mayoi's hands travel into his hair, Tatsumi leans in closer, laying his chin on the edge of the bed beside Mayoi.]

If I wasn't here, I would be lonely.

[Mayoi might think of Tatsumi as a saving grace, but Tatsumi was an isolated, sad thing when Mayoi met him. It was Tatsumi's family's last effort at getting their son a master who would hopefully heal his heart and make him feel needed again.

He doesn't want to leave Mayoi's side, so he buries his face in the sheets for a moment. His touch is so welcome, especially right now, and the response to his question seems to not have registered right away. His ears flick and twitch at Mayoi's touch, and his tail idly thumps the floor behind him from time to time.]

Edited 2023-06-12 05:57 (UTC)

Of course you can stay.

[Tatsumi's smile warms slightly.]

This is a church. You don't have to do anything at all. We provide refuge for anyone in need, even pets.

[Scooting away from the aisle, he gestures for Mayoi to take a seat beside him. He seems very obviously to favor one leg, but he's just as obviously trying to hide that fact.]

If you'd like to keep me company, I wouldn't turn that down. However, I do understand if you'd rather be alone. I could go get you a towel...?

[That’s alright. Mayoi is happy to continue what they are doing. Tatsumi seems to be reacting very strongly to his touch, and that’s fine because giving his hands something soothing to do …it’s helping his nerves a lot.]

[He is very cute, though…]

…We were both quite lonely, weren’t we…?

[His smile is very fond and he leans in a little.]

Tatsumiiii… could I ask you a selfish favor…?

[They're good for each other. He loves that. This is the best life he can imagine leading, and Mayoi needs him. He's happy by Mayoi's side, happier than he ever thought possible.

There's warmth rising to his cheeks at the attention, and he's sighing happily when Mayoi addresses him. Tatsumi rolls his head a bit so one eye can peek open at Mayoi.]

Anything.

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i am robbing bakerstreet again

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Mayoi Ayase | Assembling some stars | OTA

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pet Tatsumi here he goes

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Tatsumi Kazehaya | Ensemble Stars!! | OTA

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