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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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O-oh, I wouldn't say that...

[Aaaa Ain you're going to make him all shy noooo

Vash tries to hide his face again, though he can't really hide the way he's blushing to the tips of his ears.]

It's just...I dunno. It...feels nice to feel, you know. Wanted.

...it does, doesn't it?

[Ain sounds briefly introspective, but he quickly pushes all of that down. Vash wanting him feels dangerous in a way he can't put words to. Or, maybe it's not so much "dangerous" as it is "extremely desirable" and Ain's stupid brain is conflating the two because he's anxious as hell.

Why does that make him anxious, actually? Is it because, if something goes wrong, he loses Vash entirely? Is that it? Is it easier for him to not want to be wanted because it's easier to put up mental barricades?

If only Ain was thinking that, and not about how much he wants to be wanted, too, and how that's scary and weird and oh no.]

Haha, I'd... want you even if we weren't sleeping together.

[A brief quiet falls over the two of them, then, until it's broken by the sound of sheets shifting against themselves. Vash maneuvers himself a bit so that he can look at Ain properly instead of hiding away, his hair falling into his eyes.

He looks...surprised.]

Really?

[It's almost rhetorical, the way he breathes it incredulously, then laughs as he drops his head against Ain's again, eyes falling half closed.]

I know I'm not...really the easiest person to be with. It's...not safe, with me.

[oh boy you ought to meet the weirdos Ain knows if you think it's not safe with you—]

You say that, but I feel happy with you, I think. ["I think" because that level of introspection is scary for him, okay. He doesn't know How to do it.] You... make me happy. Besides, I've never minded danger.

[He did tackle a guy with a fucking gun, after all. And then stole the bullets.]

[The thing is..."danger" is putting it lightly, when his brother is concerned. Nai...does not hold his punches. He is brutal, ruthless, and cares for no human. If any humans are kept alive in his sphere, it's because he has a reason to use and exploit them. He can and will use this against Vash at every turn, to try to get closer...it wouldn't matter that Ain is a pet. If anything, that would make the leverage all the more easy.

And the thought of anything happening to Ain makes Vash queasy. His grip tightens on the bird just a little as he exhales on a shaky breath.]

You...you make me happy too. Really happy.

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[Worry not, Ain also has tricks up his sleeve, mostly called "being a magical nuke" and "too stubborn to die". But they don't need to have that conversation now.

Vash says Ain makes him happy. Ain has established he's happy. Therefore, the trilling begins, though this time it's a soft song and not his usual loud twittering. This is the sort of joy that's quiet and peaceful and warm-feeling. One Ain usually doesn't get, on account of he has a hard time with emotions in general.]

Then... Haha, I want you to rest today, okay? Take it easy, since you don't do that.

[Not "we don't get to" but "you don't", which isn't meant to be as backhanded as it sounds. They're both aware of their situation, but this is one in which they can relax, and Ain insists that they do.]

I can get us breakfast. Oh— would you want to shower with me, first? I cleaned you off a bit last night, but...

[Remember when he said "clean out"? Yeah.]

[Ope. Here he'd thought we'd forgotten about that. Haha......]

I probably should...

[Not just for cleaning out purposes, but just so he'll feel better. He does appreciate Ain going to the trouble of cleaning him up though, he really didn't have to do that.]

Is there enough room in there for both of us? I could hear your wings hitting the walls the other night.

[The sound of somebody kicking a kickball x50]

It's... maybe not big enough... but...

[Ain deflates like, immediately. WHERE is their hotsprings arc.]

My wings were only hitting the walls because they have to move so much. [it's how he WORSH them :(] That's all it was.

[this is why he dove into the fountain.]

[Oh no, Ain. Honey.

Vash smiles a little, brushing Ain's bangs off his forehead with his thumb.]

That wasn't a no. I just wanted to make sure you'd be comfortable, that's all.

[No Vash YOU will be the one who is uncomfortable here trust me.]

I'm just, ahhh...not sure if I can make it there...

[His ass. It is broke.]

Mm, I promised you wouldn't be walking, didn't I?

[Yet he still considers that to be more along the lines of "just some casual BDSM" and not "bent in half and fucked within an inch of his life", because... Ain apparently doesn't understand Limits. He doesn't have those himself, apparently.

Either way, he rolls out of bed and tucks his wings firmly against his back, willing them to stay there and not go flipflap all over the shower. From there, Ain crosses to the other side of the bed, stretches, and then scoops Vash out of bed. The walk to the bathroom lasts about fifteen seconds, and that's only because Ain has to toe the door open, otherwise it might've been closer to five seconds. The room is, in fact, this small.

There's... not really a great spot to sit in here, so Ain sort of just sets Vash on the shower floor while he turns the water on. Sorry.]

[Sitting on the floor doesn't bother Vash. He'd rather sit than try to stand...at all right now, because eeeverything hurts. Not just his ass, which undoubtedly is the most sore, but who knew that having sex was a full-body workout? Not Vash, that's for sure.

Though, he does exclaim softly as Ain turns on the water, quickly reaching around himself to unbuckle the mechanism keeping his prosthetic attached to his body. It takes a little finagling before he manages to prise it free, setting it on the floor outside of the shower door.]

I'll get my arm cleaned up later. Bradd made sure to make it waterproof, but it's easier to wash without it.

[Ain is putting the arm on the bathroom sink where it won't get stepped on or tripped over, thanks. After that, he gets into the shower behind Vash, and it's a tight fit... but at least the shower hose detaches from the wall, which makes spraying Vash down and laughing about his hair falling into his eyes easier.

The arm, though... that's right. He'd meant to ask about it.]

The water won't damage it even if it's cracked...? [Reaches around to grab one of those little travel shampoo bottles, you know the ones. Squeezes some into Vash's hair. Time to w o r s h.] ...I might know someone who can help fix it, if we don't stumble across your friend. I've been worried about it.

Um, well...

[...he's not sure. He's never let it stay broken long enough to find out. He'd always get back "home" right away, but...

That isn't an option right now. Like yes, he could take Ain with him, but they're pretty far off and have the authorities hotter on their tail than usual. Vash would never be able to forgive himself if he led them right back to their base. So instead he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment as he just sits there and feels the hot water rushing over his head, cascading down his back.]

It should be okay. For now, at least.

[...]

Who is it?

[Ain has to put the showerhead down so that he can help Vash scrub his hair, so, uh. Here babe hold this—]

An old friend. Haha, she's not like us at all. She's an automaton.

[A rarer "pet", since she was built for a Purpose. Sort of Plant-adjacent in that regard, though she's long since gone on to find her own goals.]

As far as I know, she's back in my home city. Which... [Ugh. He really doesn't want to go there, but the city is so vast he almost wonders if they'd be okay? On one hand, everyone would know Vash, and Ain by proxy if his old owner and siblings are still around. On the other hand, there are more places to hide in a city that size. Far more.] ...haha, I wouldn't mind going back, if it meant getting you taken care of.

[Eve voice, if they do catch up with her: Ain did you bring another boy home.]

[Ain, bringing another boy home:

Vash will hold onto the showerhead as instructed, taking the time to sort of hose himself off the rest of the way while Ain scrubs his hair. It's not enough without soap, obviously, but it feels nice to just be under the water. The rhythmic rush against his skin is soothing against sore muscles too, which helps a lot.]

Your home city...?

[Ain has talked about his previous life a little. About his siblings, his adoption along with them. The expectations he couldn't quite live up to...even Vash can tell that Ain is hesitating, with the way he sort of trails off mid-sentence.]

Are you sure? My arm can't really get more broken from this point, probably...

[Probably, he says. But that doesn't factor in actually needing to use his arm...and what might happen to it with just general wear-and-tear.]

Yes it can?

[girl,

Ain sighs over the sound of rushing water, making sure Vash can hear it, and then scrubs at his hair harder. Not painfully, but he's also kind of using it as an excuse to noogie him a bit since he's being stubborn about the state of his arm.

Ain has other friends that can fix things out there, but this particular one is the least likely to cause headaches for them both.]

Vash. [He says in a Tone that smacks of Mothering.] I don't want things to get worse. And I want...

...I want you to be alright, since we do have to leave here one day. It's not like we can buy a house and just... be.

[Serious conversation for the shower, y'all. Ain takes the showerhead back and starts actually rinsing Vash's hair for him now, and he keeps talking the whole time, though he's careful not to get soap in his eyes.]

If we could do that, the conversation wouldn't be about going to my old haunt to fix your arm. It would be about hiring someone to come to our house and do it.

[Oh.

Vash...feels that not all-too-familiar chest-burning sensation, yet this time it isn't borne from infatuation or affection. It's a painful response at the loss of knowing what they can't have. Even if Vash didn't have Ain, settling down is not feasible. Anywhere he would try to live would have a target placed squarely on its shoulders, and Vash cannot be responsible for another community going up in flames just because he happened to stay there a little too long.

...but, oh, does he want it more than anything. To live on this earth like a normal person, to thrive with human beings and feel their love without feeling like there's something he needs to make up for.

Ain is being practical. Reminding Vash of that. It's what he would be telling himself, if he were alone.

He screws his eyes shut, convincing himself that the sting in his eyes is soap, and nothing else.]

...when should we go, then?

[He very deliberately avoids commenting on the rest of what Ain said, instead sweeping forward in the conversation.]

We paid for this place for a week, right? As long as you think it'll be fine, and no one does anything reckless, it should be fine. We can use the time to rest.

[With that, the shower head is back in Vash's hand, as Ain goes to get the soap and lathe his back.]

We both need it. Mm... and besides, I like this place. If we're safe for the week, I don't want to give it up, unless your arm starts to look worse. I want to be... Lazy. With you.

[Ain is right. They DO both need it. And this is only their second night in this town. Why waste it, unless absolutely necessary?

Vash takes the showerhead again, this time keeping it turned away so Ain can work without the soap getting washed off him too early. Like this, he seems so much smaller than normal, one of his arms visibly missing instead of it just being a suggestion. Both of them are reckless, but with the promise of getting to just share in each others' company, maybe they can resist those impulses for a time.

Plus, from what Vash can tell, he's thrown off Nai for the time being. It won't be long until he catches wind of what happened in the last town, but maybe by the time he hears of the red-coated man and his bird again, they'll both once again be long gone.]

We should be okay. At least for that long.

[Unless prior patterns are broken, otherwise...]

This is probably one of the nicer towns I've ever been to, though. It's going to be hard to leave it.

There's no reason we can't visit again, after we clear your name somehow.

[Like... Okay. They've done a lot. Maybe they won't ever get there. But Vash certainly isn't a murderer, he certainly isn't destructive, and Ain knows that about him. Others will figure it out with time, too.

He scrubs Vash down. It's a game of "here, hold this" and "okay give me that" for a while, since he's helping out. Eventually, Vash will be Clean... Ain pokes one of the bruises he left, on the side of his neck.]

That, or we make our own little town! We can rough it in the woods in a log cabin, and grow our own food and hunt our own meat. It'll be you and I and maybe a few bears. And maybe it'll snow sometimes...

[Cheer up, babe.]

[Oh Ain. You really do always know just what to say, somehow. Vash feels his heart flutter, a dumb little pitter-pat against his ribs, as he glances over at Ain out of the corner of his eye when he pokes his neck. It stings just a bit, but this time in a good way, because it reminds him of the wonderful night they'd just had.

He chuckles, Ain successfully bringing that smile back as he turns his head to catch Ain's cheek with his lips, kissing him there while he's crouched into his space.]

Thanks, Ain.

[It's not a proper response, but he thinks Ain will get what he means.]

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—

Ain trills high in the back of his throat, and then passes the soap and such over to Vash. Really he's just putting it on the floor out of reach of the shower hose itself, but within Vash's radius.]

Haha, did I do something? [He's completely oblivious if so!] I just wanted you to stop pouting.

[bitch—]

[Vash is quick to pick up the soap at least, because he knows he still has to. Uh.

"Clean himself out", as Ain put it. But he has no idea how to even go about that really so this will be an adventure.

In the meantime though, he just smiles sidelong at Ain, tossing his head to get his wet bangs out of his eyes.]

Not really. Just being yourself.

[Which Vash appreciates more than he knows.]

Do you want me to wash you before I finish up here...?

Haha, yes, if you want to.

[Just leave it at "yes", buddy, the answer doesn't change much.]

I thought that might be easier for now. You might need more room to stretch out for further cleanup. [And he might want privacy, too, either way Ain will have to step outside the tiny fucking shower. Better to wash off now than step out and get back in.] I'm trying to keep my wings tucked in, but I'm sorry if you get smacked.

[they get wet and go brrr]

I don't mind if I do. I love your wings.

[L-

Love?? Lo?? LOVE???

He doesn't even realize he's used the L-word, and he's not even used it the RIGHT WAY

But we don't have time to unpack that!! He's gesturing for Ain to get in front of him (Vash is still sitting on the floor, so he might have to kneel, or just sit too), wanting to wash his hair first.]

It might just take me a little longer...you know.

[He only has one arm.]

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