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! |
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You're cute. [Too cute, actually. That look on Vash's face is Too Much.] Do you want to go back to the inn and warm up? Or... did you want to stop off at the shop?
[They have several hours until things close down, but it's best to make a decision now. Once they're back at their temporary home base, Ain isn't leaving again. He has too many kisses to give.]
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duhhhhh give him a second he's bluescreening again-]
We can stop by the shop first. It's on the way.
[And maybe he wants to see what his pretty bird looks like in a pretty collar shut UP]
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Ain likes the BDSM option—
Anyway. So that they can walk, Ain drops his wings and tucks them against his back again, but not before giving Vash a kiss.]
Okay. Oh, but before we go...
[Ain backs up a step, leans down. Grabs a handful of snow, smiles up at Vash...
Grabs his shirt and dunks the snow down it.
Books it.]
Can you keep up?! Haha!
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He isn't even expecting it wwhen Ain stoops down and picks up a sizeable wad of snow to just
Shove down the back of his shirt.
And lest we forget: this is Vash's first time seeing snow. It's also his first time touching it like this, other than the snowflakes that had been landing on his skin.]
A-Aiiieee-!!!
[Vash shrieks, hopping in one foot in one place in a quick circle as he scrabbles at his back, trying to shake the snow out of his shirt with varying degrees of success. His shirt had accidentally gotten tucked into his pants a little, so he nearly has to throw his jacket off to get it out. By the time he's properly righted himself, Ain is like a quarter down the path.
Good thing he got a headstart, because Vash is running after him full-tilt, and Ain has seen this boy run. He's damn fast.]
A-ain!!!
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Are you mad? [He knows Vash isn't, or at least, he has a pretty good sense that he's not. Down the hill they slide, with Ain digging his heels in and sort of snowboarding down the path on his sneakers. The town isn't that far now, since they're sprinting.] Was it cold? Hahaha!!
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I felt like I was gonna die, Ain! That was so meaaan...
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It's not that bad! You're just dramatic! [Ain leans forward and, while they're out of sight still, kisses Vash really really quickly just in case someone wants to walk by at that specific moment.] You're lucky I didn't just dunk you into a snowbank!
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[Said with a broad grin as he gives Ain a squeeze, hugging him instead of kissing since its the safest thing he can get away with right now. That doesn't mean he won't happily hold Ain up for a few seconds longer, waiting for that beautiful laughter to die down a bit before he returns Ain to his feet in the snow.]
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Yet again Ain is encountering the "oh my socks are wet" problem. The higher the snow accumulates, the more he has to shuffle through snow, the more gets into his sneakers and soaks his pantlegs. But he's still excited about the snow regardless, dammit, and were they not trying to be productive he'd probably lay in it and try making a snow angel... snow bird? Snow bird.
They shuffle along and toward the pet store that they walked past earlier. Inside, it's blessedly warm, and not very crowded, and there are plenty of articles of clothing being sold at the front for certain animals — shirts and such meant for birds, pants with tail-holes, the works. There's a back wall selling other specific products, like collars and tags and custom jewellery meant to show off ownership.
Ain glances about and makes his way to that section immediately. He doesn't need clothes or fancy shampoos for feathers or whatever they're selling there. They're here for a reason.]
Hm... do you want to pick? I'm not good at fashion.
[Haha. Fashion.]
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BUT that is a problem for future Vash. Right now, they have their sights set on the pet store. It's actually quite quaint, and there's a lot on offer they could be looking at other than accessories. Only problem is...as Vash was bracing for, things aren't cheap in here. They're not bank-breakingly expensive, or things they simply cannot afford, it's more that...if he gets something too pricey here, they'll have to stretch their money tomorrow. That, and he doesn't want Ain to have to push himself too hard to make the money back...
Pursing his lips, Vash walks over to a little stand with various collars on it of different sizes, materials, and patterns. He's immediately drawn to a collar that is made of leather (or probably a fake leather, really) and looks like greenish-blue and gold marble, and it stands out to him as something Ain might like pretty much on sight. The metal is rose gold, with a loop in the center for a tag. He carefully takes it down, bringing it over for Ain to see.]
What do you think of this one?
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Vash can worry about Ain working too hard on his own time, Ain will work hard and recoup that money so that they don't have to stretch too thin. They should have some more time here, since it's so secluded, and if he works every day... maybe they'll have enough to last for at least a day even after they get out of here. That's what Ain's thinking, as Vash holds up the collar and he looks it over.]
It's pretty!
["Pretty" is just his word, apparently.]
Do you think it would look good?
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[Just. Putting that out there.]
But...there's only one way to find out!
[And that's by bringing the collar close so he can carefully unbuckle it, waiting to make sure Ain is ready for it before he reaches up to put it around his neck, making sure to put it on a notch that isn't too loose or too tight.
It's an instant change. Ain was very obviously a stray before, both in mannerisms and appearance, and people only need glance his way to realize that. With a collar on...that changes, no matter its meaning. It says without words "I'm taken". "I belong to someone".
Vash's heart stops beating, just for a moment.]
Oh...it looks perfect on you.
[And there are plenty of mirrors nearby if Ain wants to preen.]
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Internally, he's having heart palpitations, and that gross desire to kiss Vash again, except he has to reign it in like he did earlier. This feels like an opportune time to crawl into a certain blonde's lap and kiss him stupid, yet they are Standing In Public so that's not an option.
So. Instead of doing anything outwardly-passionate about the simple act of Vash actually locking the collar around his neck, Ain merely starts to trill in the back of his throat at it. He is a very happy boy. Happier still when Vash comments that it looks perfect, and even more thrilled when he turns his attention to a mirror nearby. He brings a hand up to rub at the material briefly, pointedly ignores the dusting of pink on his cheeks, and then turns back to Vash.]
You're right, it is perfect. [Other than the fact there's still like, a pricetag on it that sort of itches against his skin. But that'll be removed before they leave.] You picked a nice one!
[Trilling continues. Luckily this is a pet shop and this sort of behaviour is definitely normal.]
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...he doesn't know what to do. He didn't know it would feel like this.
He probably ends up standing there just staring for a few seconds too long before he finally gets a hold of himself, shucking his hand through his hair as he turns to look at the tags next. The unfortunate fact about these is that Vash won't be able to get a personalized one. Or, rather...it wouldn't be safe for him to. Putting his name on Ain would be just as bad as Ain openly admitting to being his accomplice, though that ship has probably long since sailed at any rate.
Still, he browses the different shapes, picking a couple up to turn over in his fingers. Regular circle shapes, diamonds, stars...]
Ain...what should the tag say, you think?
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Anyway, they're never getting to that point, because Ain is too clingy to let things get that bad, and now he's been collared and he's trying not to be visibly dokis about it in the store.
The question of what the tag should say is beyond him, because Ain didn't get this far. In an ideal world, it would have Vash's name on it, but they can't really do that for obvious reasons. Not necessarily "we don't actually want to be known" reasons, just "if someone sees Vash's name on something they'll flip out" reasons. Which sucks.]
"If found, return to the pretty blonde man". [He's joking. Not about Vash being pretty but about what should be on the tag.] I actually don't know. How about...
[Moment of thought, then he lists off three things.]
"If I'm cute, you should see my owner" or "I'm not lost, please leave me alone" or "I know I'm cute, but you can't have me". Or something better, if you have anything, haha.
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In the end, Vash ends up picking out a matching rose-gold tag in the shape of a diamond, one they'll have to bring over to the counter to have engraved.]
I like the last one. It sounds like something you'd say.
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[...girl do you ever stop being dumb as hell.
Ain is satisfied with that, though. It's sassy enough to get people to realise he's owned, but charming enough to where most people will laugh and go "oh, you!" or "your owner is so clever!" or something. It works. Therefore, they go to the counter to get that engraved and pay for everything, which means Ain needs to take the collar off so that it can be properly rung up by the girl running the shop.
He'll just let Vash put it back on him, once the tag is in place too. Whether that's here, or outside, or at the inn remains to be seen. The important bit is he's not doing it himself. There's something weirdly intimate about having Vash do it, and he's too far gone to figure out why. He just likes it. It's simple.]
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Vash walks with Ain out into the snow, stopping only once they've reached an empty section of the sidewalk underneath a lamppost lit up for nighttime. They're in the town square presently, so there are a lot of people out right now, actually. Plenty of other humans and their pets...all of them plenty available to watch as Vash reaffixes the collar to Ain's neck, carefully clipping it into place.
Before he draws back, he brings two fingers to brush over the tag, causing it to make a soft jingling sound.]
There. You're mine, now.
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Ain is yet again struggling not to get all up in Vash's space, cling to him by his arm or hold his hand or kiss him stupid. It's such a difficult thing to control, you see. The man normally has no impulse control and does whatever he wants, damn the consequences, but he's... trying, for Vash's sake. Not his own, never his own.]
I've always been yours, but I'm glad it's official now.
[He really, genuinely is, and he says as much with a bright smile. Ain's genuine smiles are rare; Vash gets just about all of them, but he's usually smiling at something. He's difficult to read and makes himself that way on purpose, wearing a constantly-grinning mask that he rarely lets slip. If he lets it slip, people might know him, and it's as Vash always thinks: He doesn't want to be known. Not by anyone else, at least.
Enter Vash, who gets all of Ain's dumb laughter and big smiles and makes him blush uncontrollably over the littlest things. It's nice to be open with someone. It's nice to get things off his chest when he's otherwise so secretive, even though they came here early this morning and Ain had to admit that he was lying about just how much forbidden power he possesses.
It's hard to put into words, so Ain doesn't try, but he's eternally grateful to Vash for just being.]
...let's go back to the inn for the night. I want to... spend time with you. Alone.
my duty popped and prevented me from finishing this tag and I believe that's homophobic in this essa
And it's for that reason that Vash reaches for and takes Ain's hand, completely consumed by a moment of blind, gay panic to the point where he doesn't really think about how it might appear to onlookers. Onlookers, who just watched him collar his pet. He isn't really even aware of the others standing around at all as he starts to tug Ain down the sidewalk, at least until he inevitably bumps into somebody walking the other direction because he's clumsy and has to apologize about it.]
that's very homophobic so we have to cancel FF14 now
Upstairs they go, still hand in hand, and only when they're back in their room again does Ain let go if only to kick his shoes and wet socks off real quick.
And then. Ain decides he cannot keep playing this waiting game, the kissing in the snow was not enough for him, and so — just like earlier — he's pinning Vash to the wall to kiss him stupid. They've barely made it past the lightswitch.]
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Vash does not care about any of that. This mad has been a bottom since day one, and the moment Ain starts to kiss him, Vash melts. He's only barely able to lift his hands to cup Ain's face in a desperate bid to keep him held closer for longer, whining softly into their kiss. He hasn't even gotten around to getting his own snow-soaked clothing off yet, but that will surely come in short order once they manage to drag themselves to the bed.
And this bed is nothing like the shoddy one they had before. It's soft, plush even. Vash isn't sure how they're even going to get up in the morning.]
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He's already sticking his hands up underneath Vash's shirt.]
Hold on.
[And, instead of going to remove said shirt, Ain instead leans down to scoop Vash up and carry him the whole two feet to the bed, setting him down and crawling over him. They can continue their makeout session like this, with Ain seated between his legs and pushing his shirt up with a hand, letting fingertips dance over the expanse of his abdomen. The bruises from yesterday remain, slightly faded.
Ain swears in the back of his head he's usually not so aggressive. His self-control has always been pretty bad, a wall of paper standing between him and bad decisions, but tonight it's in shreds on the floor. And for once, it's not due to him going into heat, it's just Vash making him have emotional overload. Ain doesn't know what to do with emotional overload, so.
Guess he's just gonna nip Vash's bottom lip about it.]
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Vash has been picked up by Ain before. That much shouldn't be a surprise, yet he's thrown off by it every damn time. He swoons because most people couldn't do what Ain does to him, because he's not your average human (or human at all). Yet Ain manages to break the mold every time, even if it generally doesn't take a whole lot to surprise someone like Vash. He doesn't even have the time to put his arms around Ain as he's scooped, because before he knows it he's been deposited onto the bed and is left grappling with feeling hornier than he has his whole life, and that's saying a lot for a guy who has lived for a century.
A soft, gasped moan escapes Vash because he can't think to say anything, too overwhelmed by it all himself in the best way possible. It's the little bites that get him he realizes, be it to his lips or his neck or any other part Ain can reach. It makes him flinch and arch his back a little, used to pain and able to take it, but moreso expecting it to be a bad thing. Like getting shot, or hit with the butt of a gun. Ain...makes it something more than that. Something he can actually enjoy and look forward to, because it's in the hands of someone he l..........lo............
Cares about a lot.]
A-ah...Ain...
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Ain sits up just slightly so that he can work Vash's shirt fully off, which is going to require some sitting up and making sure elbows don't wind up in eyes, but after that? He's pushing Vash back down and leaning forward to kiss his neck. There's barely a patch of skin he hasn't covered in bruises there, some from earlier in the day and most from yesterday, but Ain sets to work there anyway, trailing the bites and kisses lower after a moment so that he can get the areas he missed there. There aren't enough bite marks on Vash's scarred chest, okay, and Ain is treating his master like a canvas.]
You didn't have anything you really wanted to do tomorrow, right?
[Because there's no chance Vash is walking after tonight, at all. Ain went too easy on him last time.]
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YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE... WHORE!
CRYING
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pulls out headcanon that may contradict the manga I haven't read don't think too hard abt it
me who can't read:
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you ever just forget to hit send
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guess who fell the fuck to sleep mid-tag it was me
I support you
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