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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...ain if you don't like it Vash will drink yours...Ain....]

Oh no! No, I'm fine, don't worry.

[Vash would sooner give Ain five jackets tbh. He said he was cold Once and now he gets to wear everybody's jackets.]

You need to be prepared for when it snows, right?

[ :) ]

[The red jacket wiggles, and it's probably apparent to Vash (and no one else) that Ain's trying to do his happy wing flaps he usually does when there's something exciting happening. Anyone else looking on is like, desperately trying to figure out if this guy smuggled a live snake into the building or something.]

That's right! When do you think it'll snow? After we finish eating?

[If you're really good, Ain, God will let you see snow.]

[Vash knows he shouldn't encourage this, on the very real chance it doesn't snow...but Ain is so excited. Look at his wings wiggle. He doesn't want to disappoint him.

Plus, it's like Nick would say. He always made promises he couldn't keep.]

It might. It looked like it was getting cloudy when we came in...

[And the steadily dropping temperature is definitely because snow is afoot, not because it's getting later or something-]

[The sky will disappoint him before Vash ever does, he promises. That said, even if it doesn't snow, Ain will just... manifest some ice magic and call it good. It's kind of the same thing if you don't think about it.]

It's been a long time since I've seen snow, [he tells, adjusting how he's sitting — time to cross his legs,] it's pretty, isn't it?

[Ain really likes pretty, cute things. Like flowers and snow. He has no fashion sense, ironically, but he has a general eye for beauty in other things. Clothes don't make much sense to him (like a lot of things don't make sense to him), but flowers and snow and baby bunnies and those tiny fucking safety pins all do.

Little things are important to him. They didn't used to be, but he's grown to really cherish the small things in life. Like nice dinners with a f...riend... and getting to possibly-maybe see snow together. And maybe throw a snowball at the back of his head.

Romantic.]

I like it here.

[It... sucks that they can't really stay, but. It's a good place.]

[Vash likes it too. And if things were different, maybe they could stay. But Vash...would be vehemently against that idea. Even if this is the first town in a while that they've been able to walk around this freely, just being here carries with it some risk. And if they're found...

It won't just be them who are in danger. The entire town will be, too.

Vash nods instead of thinking about any of that, taking another drink before setting his mug down while they wait for their food to arrive.]

All I had to look at was the desert for a long time. This place is like a paradise in comparison.

Did you get sunburnt? You look like you burn easily.

[He's like. genuinely, seriously asking this. Did you have sunscreen in the desert Vash. How's your skincare routine babe. You're fucking pale— (said Ain who is also Fucking Pale.)

Food comes eventually, though, since they have to cook it. By that point, Ain has sort of forced himself to get halfway through the ale, and it's like. not a small amount of ale. It's a bigass mug of it, and man, this stuff hits. He's a little brainfoggy. Surely that'll clear up as soon as he stuffs crepes into his mouth.

Since they're sharing, though, Ain slides his plate into the middle of the table, and then sticks his fork into a bit of Vash's meal. Hi. :)]

Actually...I don't think so? I don't remember getting sunburnt, anyway!

[Vash is a Plant(tm) and they have special skin, or something. Legitimately he would have been cooked and dead by now otherwise, I'm certain of it.

Anyway, Vash is still happily drinking away, unaware that Ain hates his actually while also feeling a pleasant buzz from it. Ahh, why can't things just be this way forever...it sure would be a lot easier. And nicer.

And look, Vash is the one who suggested they share, so he's not going to complain. He just grins across the table at Ain before stabbing a piece of toast for himself. This stuff is sweet, so they'll be better off sharing it anyway.]

You know, it's lucky we seem to have similar tastes!

[In sweet things, maybe...]

I'm not very picky about food, but... I do like sweet things the most. If it's all I could eat for the rest of my life, I still wouldn't get tired of it.

[Not that Ain usually gets tired of repetition. He's anxious, so any semblance of pattern helps calm him down. It's when there isn't one where he gets antsy.

That said, as much as he's not picky about food, he's sure discovering that sometimes things can be Bad. The ale might not be very complimentary to breakfast food, actually, at least where his tastes are concerned. He should have gotten whatever a mimosa is.

...

Sip.]

Mmm... But you're right in that we have similar tastes. Like food, and nice places to spend time, and your jacket. [specifically that.]

[Everything but drinks, unless they're slushies. Got it.

Vash grins, stuffing a bite of french toast into his mouth.]

You'd really eat only sweet things for the rest of your life? I love dessert...but I think I'd be too sad about all of the other stuff I'd be missing out on, you know?

[Not everyone is a black hole like you are, Vash.]

Yeah. If I'm not picky about food, then how could I be picky if it was all I knew?

[Weirdly profound for something so stupid, thanks Ain.

He turns his attention to his crepes for a bit, though, only stopping when he tries to get Vash to have some. They're sweet and they have strawberries in them, please taste!]

Here. [Since they're in a more sequestered part of the restaurant and all, Ain stabs a strawberry with his fork and holds it up to Vash's lips. Chinhands.] Open up.

[Oh. Yeah, this...is definitely behavior that would immediately be deemed Suspicious by anyone watching them. You can only get to a certain degree of friendliness with your pet before what you're doing is suddenly too much. Helping them through heats and shit, though? Totally acceptable. Wanting to kiss your pet just because you think they're neat? Blasphemy, go to jail.

But they're alone back here in their little booth, which means Vash can lean forward and take that strawberry off Ain's fork without complaint. He even makes a :3 face while he does it.]

Mm! Here, let me-

[He's going to cut off a piece of the french toast he's been shoveling into his mouth and offer Ain the same treatment. Please let him feed you like a baby bird-]

[Know that the day Ain goes into heat is the day that Vash fucking dies—

Luckily that's not right now, and right now is time for to share food and flirt and be totally suspicious. Ain takes the food happily, winding up with the tiniest bit of that cream cheese stuffing on his lips, which he's quick to lick away. Apparently it's harder to eat off of someone else's fork than he thought.]

Haha, it's good! I still don't know how they get the cream in the toast. [It's the same way that pastries baffle him. How do you get the cream in the eclair. What's up with that.] Your turn.

[Will they keep feeding each other until their plates are gone the answer is possibly—]

[I would say that Vash is just tipsy enough to keep feeding Ain if he isn't stopped, but...honestly, he would have done this anyway. Being drunk has nothing to do with it, especially not when he's sort of lingering on the way Ain licked the cream off his lips like that. Hm.

For what it's worth, Vash will explain how they get the cream in the toast. The toast is a larger variety, thick and not as thin as what you'd get from your average sliced bread. From there, all you really need is your filling, a pastry bag, and a steady hand.

Just as Vash is being fed a spoonful of hashbrowns, their waitress comes back. He doesn't even notice her at first, too busy eating, until she clears her throat and he quickly looks over, sitting back with his cheeks stuffed full like a chipmunk. He waves his free hand for a moment as she sets down the check for them.]

Schorry- I'll take care of it, shankyou-!

[Oops sorry lady—

Ain sits back against the booth and makes a show of drinking his liquor. He's very drunk you see— oh she's gone. Well.

He did not have to drink this that fast, then.]

Ah, sorry... I should have been watching. Oops...

[Ain knows better than to be Like This but Ain also doesn't. care. At least, he doesn't care about how he seems to others. He's an unmarked pet feeding a "human" and wearing his coat and flirting with him, though, so it must make Vash look bad, and he cares a little bit about that.

"Don't be romantic but feel free to fuck him into the ground" feels like a double standard. But what does Ain know? He's just a hedonist at heart.]

[Haha, but you see, that's the kicker. Vash's reputation precedes him. Perhaps not yet in this town, but...at this point? Vash makes himself look bad. Anything Ain could do is just extra sprinkled on top.

To that end, Ain's apology is met with a shake of Vash's head as he picks up the check, glancing it over. It's reasonable, thankfully. They're not breaking the bank here; they've got plenty for food tomorrow, and maybe some after that...and with Ain planning on singing for cash, they'll be okay.]

No no, it's okay! You didn't do anything wrong.

[Friendly banter and interactions between pets and humans in public isn't illegal. It might be frowned upon, sure...but at this point, Vash doesn't care if people look at him badly, even if it does undeniably sting when they do. He cares more about spending time with Ain, more.

Funny how that works.]

Did you want to get anything to bring back to the hotel?

[...does he. He didn't think about that. Uhhh... The gears in his tipsy head are spinning.]

I don't think so, [he decides after a moment,] we could just go to a convenience store if we need anything later, right?

[Anything they got probably wouldn't keep well without a fridge, and Ain is also full. Vash is another story, probably, but he's Vash. Ain expects him to eat everything in sight anyway.]

Oh, but... I think it's getting dark out, so do you want your coat back before we head out? It could be cold.

[Vash wants to just let Ain keep it, but...he realizes that it probably seems silly to have him wearing two coats. If people didn't notice them before, they sure would notice now...and as it stands, they've still got more time to spend here. So Vash nods as they stand so he can fish out a few bills from his pocket from the money that Ain........liberated from the police. In spite of himself, he also adds a probably too-generous tip for the waitress.]

Mm, might be a good idea...we might be hungry for breakfast again in the morning.

[Read: Vash will be hungry. Vash is ALWAYS hungry.

From there, once Vash has gotten his coat back, he'll walk side-by-side with Ain back outside. They'd actually been in the restaurant an hour or so, long enough for the sun to begin to set. It's a dusky orange with the lights along the streets just starting to pop on. Things are getting busier, with owners bustling about now that they're off work and looking for dinner, or walking with their pets to grab groceries before heading home. Some seem to be in a bit of a hurry, while others linger, glancing up at the sky every so often. The clouds have darkened considerably since they went inside...

And it isn't immediately clear why, not until Vash feels something cold land on the tip of his nose. He blinks, lifting his flesh-and-blood fingers up to his face just in time to watch a speck land on his red jacket sleeve, solidifying there for a second before it melts into water.

He looks up, just in time to see the first large flakes of snow fall over the town.]

[Coat exchange complete. Paying for meal complete. Realising that ale might have fucked him up a tiny bit... also complete. Wow, he feels like he's gonna fall over, and he's not even wasted. Just a little tipsy.

Outside they go, then, into the late night. It's pretty amazing how quickly the day changes over to dusk when it's not summer. Ain stares out at the horizon with his arms crossed over his chest, his default stance, and he opens his mouth to say something—

And then the snowflakes catch his eye and anything he was going to say goes out the window.]

Vash! Vash, it's snowing!! Do you see!! [yes honey he has eyes] I told you it would snow!

[It's too light to attack Vash with right now but that doesn't mean he's not excited about it. There goes the chirping again.]

[He's not gonna lie...Vash didn't think it would snow. Hail maybe, sleet at most...yet he's been made a liar as the snow steadily falls around them. It's not promising to be a heavy blizzard or anything (he thinks???), yet there's no reason for it to need to be one. Just this much is a novelty, and Vash can't help but smile as he hears kids whooping and hollaring as they run around trying to catch the flakes on their tongues.]

I do see! You were right all along.

[Reaching out, Vash very briefly places a hand at the small of Ain's back to guide him forward.]

Wanna walk around the block? Or are you a little...

[You know. Wobbly bird.]

I'm not that bad, am I?

[Well. He's a little... wooooooo right now, in the balance department, but he'll be fine. He's too excited to go back to the inn, so.]

Yes, I want to walk around. Besides, you'll catch me if I fall, right? [ :) ] Maybe we can find a good place to look out over the town, too.

[It doesn't have to be up high over the mountains or anything, just a scenic view. That's what Ain is going to try to find as he leads... tries to lead the way forward. He might need to lean on Vash a little.]

[Do not even test him Ain, Vash WILL carry you again.

And so they go. And it's just so...peaceful and normal in this town that it almost makes Vash want to cry. He's all too painfully aware of the fragility of places like these. Most cities are- understandably- on edge right now. The Humanoid Typhoon has spared no civilization, and on the news people say "it's only a matter of time, don't get complacent", and it's...hard, knowing the truth behind it all. To that end, this little mountain town is one of the few Vash has seen lately that seems to disregard the warnings. They're so secluded, it couldn't happen to them, surely...

He has to pray Nai doesn't find him here. Please, not here. Not where the children run around in the snow, where people hark their wares in little stalls on street corners, where even the pets thrive. Don't take all of that away.

Vash lets Ain lean against him, and more than anything, he wishes he could put an arm around him. Hold him.

Eventually, they come up on the edge of the town they haven't passed, and Vash notices a side road that veers off from the buildings that he takes automatically. It leads them up a slight slope, and it isn't long before they leave most of the other residents behind.]

[Up the slope they go. This looks like it's maybe the beginning of a hiking trail — it makes sense, they're in the mountains — or maybe it's just a back road or something. Either way, no one is up here, and it grants them some solitude. They're usually trying to find that in some way, but it feels different tonight, in the chilly weather and with Vash at his side.

They just went to dinner after a fun day on the town. Made out a couple hours ago because Ain can't keep his hands to himself. And now it's snowing and they're walking away from civilization to look out over the city as frost slowly accumulates on the dirt and grass and sidewalks. Everything in this moment points to some sort of romance under the setting sun, and Ain is hopelessly oblivious to it and desperately trying to figure out why his stomach is doing flips again.

When he's sure they're alone, absolutely positive, he stretches his wings out and wraps one around Vash's back. If anyone comes out this far and sees them, so be it, they'll just have to live with this. Ain's already come up with an excuse — Vash is cold, wings are warm — just in case.

Up the rise they go, until they're on a hill overlooking the town. Or maybe "hill" isn't quite right, maybe it's more like they just hiked partway up the less-steep side of the mountain, just at the tree line but not quite buried in the forest yet. The town is lit up by now, street lamps and shop windows and even the inn itself — and the snow coalesces around them on the wind and sticks to their heads and shoulders and to the tops of buildings before them.

Ain feels at peace, despite the stomach-flips. A cold wind blows, and he has to put his hand up to his bangs to keep them from blowing into his eyes.]

It's pretty...

[The scenario they've found themselves in is like, textbook romantic, and yet neither of them have the experience enough to realize that for what it is. While Ain is dealing with his stomach doing flips- the moths are back- Vash in contrast is once more feeling his chest burn and ache, like his heart is going to beat right out of it. He knows he should probably be more concerned by the feeling than he is, because it sure does feel like dying...but he's figured by now that if he was dying, he would have. So it's probably fine.

Yet, when Ain puts a wing around him, the feeling only worsens. His heart leaps into his throat now to be extra annoying, and every so often he has to swallow impulsively as they make their way up to the little precipice that overlooks the town.

It really underscores just how small of a place this is, nestled between the mountains like it is. It looks like a Christmas town with the way the lights pop against a growing snowy backdrop. The wind buffets them both, and Vash feels a brief chill before the brunt of Ain's wing ends up blocking it.

And he...steps closer, until Ain is properly nestled under his good arm. They're the only ones out here, it's fine.

He looks down at Ain, and he speaks without thinking.]

...so are you.

Huh—?

[h

he heard that right, didn't he?? Vash just called him pretty?? Wh. What the fuck.

Ain's cheeks are already red due to the cold, but he can feel the way the heat rises to them further while his brain tries to process what Vash just said. Like. He didn't hallucinate this. He's not drunker than previously thought, Vash just called him pretty and he's looking— he's looking at Ain like Ain put the fucking stars in the sky.

Hhhh.

Okay! So! Ain is going into cardiac arrest. Coyly, he twirls his braid around his finger, trying to occupy himself. It's not the nervous, anxious plucking of his fur sleeves he tries to do when things get bad, it's an embarrassed, extremely flustered wiggle that he has to get out of his system. There's a soft cooing in the back of his throat while his feathers fluff up a bit. Then...

...]

Ah... um. [fuck.] If you say things like that, I won't be able to focus on anything but you! Don't tell me this was your plan all along?

[Haha. Fuck. That was lame. Dammit.]

...I might kiss you, if so. [better.]

[Vash exhales on something of a laugh, one that comes out in a breath of cold steam between them.]

That's something you should know about me by now. I never have a plan for anything.

[It's true, Vash is flying by the seat of his pants literally 100% of the time. Acting on instinct, impulse, or whathaveyou. This...feels less like instinct, and more like what's right. What that painfully tense, burning heart in his chest is telling him to.

His chest only gets tighter when Ain says he might kiss him, and Vash is immediately shuffling a little in place, crunching the snow under his boots. He drops his voice to a whisper, as if someone might overhear.]

...you promise?

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