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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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[Ain hums.]

Seven out of ten. There's no bathtub and I can touch either wall with my wings, but otherwise, it's nice.

[That is, unfortunately, what they get. Ain will make do. He already stretched his wings today when he flew them over here. And he's also not moulting anymore, so hey! It's absolutely better.]

The bed is comfortable, too. Mm... we should both take showers and then rest for a bit longer before we go out again. I want to lay on you.

[It’s small, but for the next week, it’s theirs. There’s something particularly relieving too about being able to actually pay for this room. No one can come to kick them out now, not unless they get recognized…

Vash sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke his fingers through Ain’s nearest wing.]

You can go first. I want to take stock of our supplies in the meantime.

[Ain pushes himself up onto his elbows, crawling to a sitting position at that. Sure, he'll go first, and the bathroom will be decorated with water droplets because he is Going to Splash. Hopefully Vash doesn't slip when it's his turn because uhhhhhh.

As he sits up, Ain pulls the ribbon from the back of his hair and loops it around his finger, before grabbing Vash's good hand and letting it unwind in his palm.]

Hold that for me, [he says softly, and then leans in to give Vash a kiss on the cheek,] I'll be right back.

[And then, like he Didn't just do Any of that, Ain gets to his feet, shucks his coat off onto the edge of the bed, and makes his way into the bathroom. Goodbye don't think about that too hard—]

[Vash watches as Ain sits up, his brows raising as he removes the ribbon from his hair. He holds his hand out reflexively when Ain moves to drop it into his palm, only to be struck dumb by the kiss to his cheek. It’s nothing different than what they’ve done before- it’s downright tame in comparison- yet for some reason it leaves Vash feeling like he’s melting down all the same. He stumbles to say something, but before the words can come, Ain has already sauntered away.

He’s left staring at the ribbon falling through his fingers like water, at least until he thinks to carefully tie it around the wrist of his good hand loosely, just to make extra sure he doesn’t lose it.

Then…he gets to sit there with that same burning in his chest for quite a long time, brushing over the ribbon with his metal fingertips. He honestly wanted a chance to look at the damage while Ain was gone, so Ain wouldn’t worry…and the ribbon serves as a distraction from that. The damage isn’t insignificant, but it’s manageable enough that he’s pretty sure his arm won’t fall apart, so long as it doesn’t take another blow. He sighs, shucking it through the back of his hair, before throwing himself down onto the mattress similar to how Ain had been before.

He’s still staring at the ribbon, wondering why such a simple thing makes his chest ache so much.]

[This room is small enough to the point where, over the sounds of running water, Vash will definitely be able to hear Ain beating his wings against the shower doors (unintentionally) because water in feathers go brrrrrrr. Like, he will shower like a normal human being all the time except where the wings are concerned and that's where he does the Bird Thing of getting his feathers wet and shaking them out. So.

Suffice it to say that even with the shower doors, water winds up getting everywhere anyway. This is like bathing a really large dog, okay. Ain at least bothers to wipe the bathroom mirror off and free it of water droplets so that it doesn't fuck the mirror up super bad later, before he steps out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. They are long past the point of privacy now, and he left his clean clothes in their bag okay he has like one extra pair and it is In The Bag.]

Your turn!

[:)]

[The only major downside to their lodgings is the fact they don't have a bathtub. Vash would love it if Ain could take a bath like a bird proper...but he supposes this will suffice for the time being. He smiles a bit when he sees Ain step out, then rapidly turns red because oh god he didn't get dressed first-]

A-ah, okay! Just give me a moment...

[He didn't fully unpack their duffel, because that would be counter-productive in case they do need to make another quick escape. He did remove the duvet and sheets they stole however, as well as the only other pair of clothing he also has. He...ah, yes, he sees now, Ain's clothing is in here too...

WELL. He will take a moment while sitting on the edge of the bed to actually take his jacket and undershirt off right there, stripping down to just his pants so that it's easier for him to remove the prosthetic. The arm itself hooks into a bracket fitted over the stump of his shoulder, which he removes first and lays down on the bed before unclipping both the bracket and sling that keeps it connected to his body. It's actually probably the first time Ain has seen him without it entirely, much less the many scars his body is littered with. From there he'll push himself up to his feet with a groan under his breath, right hand pulling through his hair again as he trundles past Ain.

He will pause on the way, though, and press his lips to the bird's temple, because it seems like the right thing to do since Ain was so kind as to kiss him earlier. It's like returning a hug.]

[Ain is Looking at all those hickies from last night like :) Vash normally looks like he's been put through a blender, but it's way worse since Ain has marked him fucking everywhere. He's so mad at himself for not leaving some on the man's thighs so that when he takes his pants off he's reminded of their Couch Antics.

...and then it's his turn to blush when he gets a kiss, and dumbfounded, he just watches Vash trundle off into the bathroom before his wings give the littlest flutter and he sits down on the edge of the bed to dress himself. It's not a difficult process; his pants are pants and his shirts all just tie in the back, so he's able to get dressed in a few minutes. No sight of the hair ribbon... Vash must have taken it with him. Cute.

Ain hums a little tune to himself as he combs out his hair. Part of his hair on the right side of his head is longer, just because he usually keeps it in a little braid, so unlike the rest of his curls, it requires some actual work. Combing it down with his fingers and braiding it, and then clipping his accessories onto it and letting it sit. Everything else he just fluffs up with his hands.

Then, he turns to where Vash left his prosthetic, frowning heavily at the hairline cracks in it, at the chipped part where the bullet ricocheted. Dammit. This is Ain's fault, if he'd just walked over to the door and stood in front of it, they wouldn't have...

He reaches out and runs a thumb over the smooth metal, not disturbing it otherwise. There might be someone who can fix this up, but... ah, Ain would have to go back to his hometown to find her, and he really... really doesn't want to. Mostly because his last Owner is probably still there wondering where he ran off to... sigh. Ain has a lot of magic, but his magic can't fix this. It's out of his wheelhouse.]

[Vash isn't in the shower for terribly long, mostly just long enough to wash the sweat and grime from his body. It's nice to just stand under the hot water for a while to soothe his sore muscles though...he can't remember the last time they actually had access to a bathroom this nice, even. The last one wasn't much larger, and it was in much worse condition all told. The lack of a hand doesn't make things take much longer at least, not since Vash has been doing this for over 150 years at this point.

What he doesn't notice until he's already climbing back out is the fact he forgot to take Ain's ribbon off his wrist, realizing it when he catches sight of it plastered to his skin in the mirror. It's why Ain will hear the hairdryer running, because he's not even using it on his hair...he's trying to dry the ribbon off. Another few minutes of this go by before Vash steps back into the room, having to hold up his towel because let's be real, the man's ass and hips are not enough to do it on their own.]

Ah, Ain, I'm sorry...you probably didn't want to get this wet, did you?

Ah? [Ain blinks up at Vash, then spots the ribbon, and all he can do is laugh quietly to himself.] Aha, oh, it's alright. That ribbon has been with me for years at this point, so it's seen its fair share of wear.

[Ah, his nonexistent hips... Ain thinks he sees a bruise he left on one of them yesterday, whoops. He leans forward, elbow on his knee and chin in his palm. Less concerned about the ribbon than anything right now, he lets his gaze freely rake over Vash.

A room with a view! How nice!]

I think it's very cute that you wore it the whole time. You didn't miss me while I was gone, did you?

[Did he miss him? Vash...takes that question a little more seriously than Ain probably meant it to be, spoken lightly and teasingly as it was. He looks back at his wrist where he tied the ribbon again just so he could use his hand freely to finish drying himself off, moving over to pick his clothes out of the duffel bag.]

I miss you every time we're apart.

[Oh okay that's VERY gay-

But he says it Very Seriously as he starts to move to get dressed, right there in the middle of the room because Vash has seen him naked before there's nothing to hide now.]

[..........oh wow that's VERY GAY—

Ain gets a look on his face that can be described as momentary gay panic, but probably resembles more of a shocked-at-a-Christmas-party look externally. He swallows thickly, wondering why he's having like. what's it. moths. in his stomach. There are moths... what do the moths mean. Why does he feel like he's experiencing symptoms of shock oh no—]

Ah... aha, that's why I said... [looking at his ass] ...that I didn't like when you get too far away. I'm glad we're on the same page.

[For all that Nai stole the cake, it doesn't mean Vash has NO ass. There is an ass there. It's just not as good as Ain's ass-

He's not paying attention to the way Ain is openly ogling him as he gets dressed, foregoing his jacket for the time being. He wears it everywhere, all the time, and it...needs to be washed, he knows. He has to hope there's somewhere in this town they can do laundry, otherwise they'll be washing clothes in the shower. However, the black undershirts he tends to wear are very form fitting, so Ain won't be bereft of getting to look at Vash's chest at the very least.

But yes, we're continuing to not think about the possibility of having to leave ever at all and instead, Vash moves to join Ain on the edge of the bed, eyeing his prosthetic for a moment before he moves to reaffix it to his body.]

At least we'll have our privacy...at least for now.

And nobody can make noise complaints against us because this is an inn!

[:)

When Vash is all Whole again, Ain snuggles up into his side, arms around his waist. He smells nice, like that cheap shampoo in the bathroom, or maybe it's just... Vash Scent that's nice in general and the soap is helping somehow.]

Why don't you keep that ribbon for a bit? It'll be a good luck charm. Plus, I still think it's cute that you wore it into the shower with you.

Haha...I feel like they still might, if we were too loud...

[And, boy. He's pretty sure he was fucking loud last night.

But also oh, hello. Vash is more than happy to have Ain snuggle up close to his side once he's all dressed and re-armed, reaching said arm carefully around his waist.]

Are you sure? I don't want to get it messed up...

[Though the idea of keeping it on as a good luck charm...he really likes.]

[Ain twitters.]

I'm sure. I wouldn't offer if I wanted it back. [Then, half-jokingly:] You can just get me something else to put in my hair, right? Haha!

[He is Kidding he does not expect this, just because he is an evil little bird and loves to collect Objects doesn't mean he expects Vash to go out of his way. That ribbon... sort of counts as Decorating, he thinks. Vash is his so he's putting Things on him.

Bird courtship. Does Vash want yellow?]

Mm... [More seriously,] do you want to keep resting? I didn't even blow your back out properly, and you've been limping around all morning.

[Don't even joke about that Ain he WILL find you something else just watch him...for now, though, he'll happily hold onto the ribbon. Even now, he's looking down at it, eyeing the way it pops against his lighter skin.

Yes, he wants yellow, please give him yellow you mean little bird.

Also, AH....Vash abruptly turns scarlet and has to cough to cover himself, looking down at his knees.]

U...usually I can take a lot more of a beating than that but, uh...

[He's never been fucked before please forgive him.]

[Vash is getting pulled down for a Nap. It's really not a nap, since they've been up for all of two hours and Ain's trying to get them to simply go back to bed, but. A Nap. It's a nap.]

Haha, it happened to me my first time, so don't worry about it. You're already doing better than I was back then. I just stayed in bed and refused to move.

[Snuggle, snuggle. Ain runs one of his hands through Vash's hair idly.]

You can stay in bed all day today, too, if you want.

I've never once stayed in bed an entire day, you know.

[Even when he was living on the ship, Vash was always on the move. He, unlike Nai, needed to eat and sleep...but he barely ever gave himself time for the latter. He was too curious about the world, too eager to explore and learn everything he could. The same holds true so many years into the future, and thus, it's surprising even to Vash that he's this tired. Maybe it's a good thing that he's being forced to slow down, for once.

He sighs, his eyes drifting closed as Ain pulls his fingers through his hair, and after a moment he moves to lay his head against the bird's chest.]

...but we'll see if I can manage it. Maybe with you here...

If not, I'll just tire you out again.

[This is a THREAT he is THREATENING YOU.]

Just rest for a while. We can think about other things afterwards.

[Ain holds still so Vash can adjust, then goes back to combing his fingers through his hair. Soft and gentle... Trying to lull him to sleep, clearly. They have time, for once. They can just... be.

Lowly, Ain sings a lullaby, like he did last night. Bedtime for Vash.]

[Oooooh Mister Ain Oooooh please threaten him harder-

Thinking about things later...afterwards...problems for future Vash...thaat sounds perfect. Vash usually doesn't have the luxury of doing that, so he'll latch onto it for as long as he's able. It's not like he's given much incentive to NOT lay here and let Ain lull him to sleep. And unsurprisingly, even though Vash slept a semi-full night...it isn't long before he drifts off to Ain singing for him again.

Only this time, there's no anticipation keeping him on the knife's edge of wakefulness. He doesn't have to pop awake at a moment's notice to escape.

It's as Ain thinks. He can just be, and so...he sleeps, his mouth eventually falling open as he snores softly.]

[He's so cute... it's not fair. Ain is having this exact thought for the millionth time in the last twenty-four hours, as he listens to the soft sound of Vash's snoring and tries to stifle a charmed laugh about it. Ah...

Man. When he actually gets to sleep, he sleeps. Ain wants to see him peaceful like this always, with no cares in the world. Maybe that would make it less significant — if someone's relaxed daily, it's not a special occasion — but that's really all Ain wants for him. Vash deserves a life like this, in a warm room with the promise of safety and good food on the horizon.

Ain presses his lips to Vash's head while he snores.]

I'll keep you safe, [he whispers against his hair,] I promise.

[He's not long for sleep, either, having sufficiently tired himself out with all that magic and flying. So... Ain stretches his wings out and wraps them around Vash's shoulders to keep him warm, and then closes his eyes. Wake him when you're hungry, Vash.]

[Since Vash very rarely feels relaxed, at least in this pure of a form, he sleeps like a fucking log. Even if Ain got out of bed at any point, he probably wouldn't have woken up. He doesn't sleep clear to the next day or even night, mind...but he does sleep up to noon. It's several uninterrupted hours of rest, something Vash hardly ever gets.

Unfortunately, Vash doesn't get the full experience of lazily sleeping in, not when The Traumas are constantly lurking, just waiting for him to slip up and get too comfortable. Because when he sleeps...he dreams. He dreams the same dream he's had for nigh on a century, now.

The loud warning sirens of the ship blare in his ears, the world bathed in red as he's quickly ushered into a cramped escape pod. There's barely enough room for both himself and Nai, the latter who has barely reacted to the chaos that's going on around them. Vash, meanwhile, who struggles to try to get back out of the pod, begs the woman putting him into it to join them. But she doesn't. She stays back, and just before pulling the lever to jettison them into space, she tells Vash that her time with him and his brother truly blessed and enriched her life. That she loved them.

The ship is engulfed with flames, a veritable fireball in the sky. Vash can still feel the overwhelming heat on his face as he jerks awake so violently that he nearly knocks one of the pillows off the bed, sitting up halfway with a gasp of air that rattles in his chest.]

Rem!

[Ow, his ribs.

What a way to wake up. Vash flails and then screams and Ain's got the wind knocked out of his sails and a very sudden jumpscare all at once, and it's only when he sits up in a panic that he realises they're not in any immediate danger.

A nightmare, then. Maybe they should have eaten more than a single steamed bun each last night...]

You know, it's usually in poor taste to call someone else's name in bed. [Ain!] ...what is it? Did you have a bad dream?

[It takes Vash a moment to realize where he is. He isn't escaping an inferno. He isn't pushing himself up from the sand of a desolate desert. He isn't walking up on his brother as he watches the pieces of the ship rain from the sky like meteors, decrying their- their- act of crashing the ship a success.

His heart feels like it's going to explode out of his chest. It's been decades, and yet it never gets any easier for him to remember as he sinks back against the headboard of the bed, bringing a hand to his face.]

Y...yeah. Sorry...sorry, Ain. I'm okay.

[Ain curls up into Vash's side easily. It's instinctual at this point; Vash gets upset and Ain gently holds him and starts making soft trills in his ear to calm him. This is no different from how it usually goes, except for once it's done in a place with relative safety and not some back alley or shitty apartment or a tree.]

Ah... I'm sorry. I wish I could make it go away. You were sleeping so peacefully, too.

[Kisses his cheek.]

It's okay. I've been told nightmares can't get you once you wake up. Just focus on me for a little, and it'll go away.

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