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>> 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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[If nothing else, Vash can lift your spirits, Ain. It's what he's here for, to be goofy and ridiculous.

What he's really here for though is to take care of his bird. He's quick to charge out into the snow, pleasantly surprised by the fact that the hard snowing has stopped, leaving it cold and covered in ice, but at the very least his jacket isn't going to get wet. Judging by the cloud cover, that won't be lasting for long though...

He decides to head to one of the local bakeries first, since the soup will need to go straight back while it's still warm. And, boy, is Vash immediately overwhelmed when he gets in there. It's probably for the best he did not go in there on an empty stomach, otherwise he would have come out with more than just a single box of cookies...there's a lot of variety on display here, and not just cookies either. Donuts, brownies, slices of cake, pies...even massive cinnamon rolls.

But no. He came here for cookies, and that's what he asks for when its his turn at the counter. He ends up picking up a box of 12 with three flavors of cookie inside, 4 of each. Chocolate chip, peanut butter, and coconut. What he isn't expecting is the cashier to throw in an extra cookie for free for him to eat while he walks, and hey, he's not going to pass up a free cookie. It seems like slowly but surely, people are beginning to recognize Vash and his pet bird...but it's not for bad reasons. At least, not yet. Word- as well as the wanted posters- hasn't yet spread out this far.

He doesn't end up stopping at the jewlry store, though he might have if he had more than just enough money to get the food with. It would have been tempting, bringing all of it, but...it probably wouldn't have been a good look to spend it all on trinkets, even if he feels like Ain deserves more.

But maybe...there's something else? Hm.

Eventually, Vash makes it back to the inn with two bags in hand, one with the cookies and the other containing their soup: two containers of mild chicken noodle that even the sickest person could stomach. He opens the door quietly, smiling a little to himself when he notices that Ain dozed off while he was away. It makes it easier for him to set the bags on the table nearby before walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, adjusting the washcloth on Ain's forehead even though it's mostly dried by now.

While he sleeps, assuming he doesn't wake up, Vash will take the time to carefully (probably badly, he's not good at this) tie a new ribbon into Ain's hair, one that he bought for him while he was out.]

[Ain is normally a light sleeper, on account of having to constantly be on the move, but today? Today, he's dead to the world. Nothing will wake him, not even the smell of food, not even Vash sitting down on the bed and getting his hands in his hair.

Well.

Kind of.

Ain show signs of stirring while Vash is playing with his hair, but he doesn't actually fully wake up until all is said and done, slowly opening his eyes and staring up at the ceiling like "huhwha" until the scent of food hits him. Slowly, he sits up, and then the feeling of a slight weight at the back of his neck hits. And when he reaches up and finds a ribbon there...]

Vash? Did you not want the... [glances at his wrist, nope, Ain's original ribbon is still there. Oh no—] Did you get—?

[No he can't finish that sentence, he's too shocked to finish that sentence.]

[A smile works its way onto Vash's expression as Ain stirs, realizing that there's something different. Something new. He's done a...pretty poor job, all things considered, of making a coherent braid. It's been so, so many years since he's done one that even muscle memory was failing him a little...yet it's staying put, somehow. Ain might want to redo it, at some point. Either way, the ribbon he bought is similar to the one Ain was wearing before, albeit a little different. It's a seafoam green, because of course it is, but on top of this the ends are tipped with a shimmery gold to contrast the collar he now wears.]

Haha, sorry...I didn't really do that good of a job with the braid. Is it falling out?

N... no, no, it's...

[Oh his face is red and this time he can't blame it entirely on the fever, even if Vash is probably going to. Ain's heart is thudding in his ribcage like it might burst out of it and claw its way to sentience, and he can hear his pulse hammering in his ears louder than he can hear his own voice. Still stunned, still with his hand on the ribbon and the shoddy braid.

There is a crisis brewing in his brain and what he really wants to do is kiss Vash stupid right now, but he's fistfighting Love Emotions and sitting there like an idiot about it.]

...you didn't have to. I'm just a little shocked, that's all. Ah... oh, but don't mistake my meaning. I'm really grateful! Thank you, Vash.

[crisis crisis crisis crisis cr]

[There's a brief moment where Vash feels a bit of doubt edge its way into his thoughts, like he might have been too presumptuous with his purchase. It wasn't expensive, but maybe Ain wanted that money to go strictly towards food and necessities? Aaa...

But it seems that his worry is short lived, and fortunately the redness of Ain's face is chalked up to being a byproduct of that fever in Vash's brain. Ain gets to suffer with the burden of Love Knowledge another day.]

You're welcome! I knew I wanted to get you another one at some point, and I saw it in a store on the way back...so I had to get it for you. It looks great on you, too!

[He is extremely burdened by feelings he knows better than to have, why did he have to be Aware, they could've just been fuckbuddies forever... ha...

Ain finally drops his hand away from the ribbon-and-braid, where it thuds dully against his lap.]

Haha, does it? I don't have eyes on the back of my head, so I'll have to look later. [He sounds a lot more cheerful versus this morning, but then again, gifts tend to do that for him.] What did you bring back? I'm hungry.

Oh, yeah! Hold on!

[Back to his feet Vash goes- a little too fast, given the way he wobbles back on his heels before going for the two bags- bringing them both back so he can lay them on the bed.]

I got some chicken noodle soup and a dozen cookies. I wasn't sure what flavor you might like best, so...I got some that had a couple different flavors in one box.

[He's already pulling the soup out as they speak, grabbing up two plastic spoons they came with.]

[Vash is going for the soup and Ain guns for the fucking cookies immediately, hi, sorry. One of the peanut butter ones is going to be halfway devoured by the time Vash has even handed Ain his cup here.]

I'm not picky. [He's never been food-picky unless it's like. Gross stuff. Like worms—] Thank you for getting all this. Is it still snowing outside?

[With that, Ain polishes off the cookie, and then heads right into Soup. Is he going to have a weird aftertaste for the first few bites, erm, yes, but that's fine. He doesn't realise how hungry he is until he starts attacking the food like a man starved.]

[Man, if Vash knew Ain was going to enjoy them that much, he would have gotten two boxes. He'll have to keep that in mind for next time.

For now, he shuffles over to sit beside Ain, digging into his soup a little less carefully than he probably should with something that was scalding just a little while ago.]

It wasn't when I went out, but it started snowing again as I got back to the inn. It's probably going to snow all night.

[Not super hard, or very heavily, but it WILL snow.]

[The bird likes cookies, what can he say. At least he has the good sense not to have cookies for a meal (source needed) and focuses on the soup for a bit.]

Maybe when this sickness clears up, we can have a snowball fight. [Boy.] I promise I won't get sick again. I think it would be fun, don't you? We could take a shower together afterwards and nap...

[Ain, honey, that's not something you can promise but okay...

Vash looks over just as he's putting his spoon into his mouth, smiling around it.]

Do you just wanna shove snow down my jacket again?

[Ain smirks, and "innocently" looks off into the distance. Aka at the opposite wall.]

Hm... maybe! It's kind of like temperature play.

[He says that without explaining what it even is, good luck Vash! Your bird knows too much.]

I think it'll be fun. We can make snow angels, too. And build a snowman. I think that's pretty easy, isn't it?

A snowman... [Memory, resurfacing...] I've seen those! In picture books...but I've never tried to make one. Do you think there will be enough snow?

[Babe it's been snowing so much there is enough snow right now to make a whole ass igloo if you're determined enough.]

There's plenty of it. We could make multiple, if we don't get too cold.

[Which is the entire problem. Snow is wet. It's cold. They're in the mountains, which are naturally colder than the cities several thousand feet below. They might be able to build One before they have to go in and take a hot shower.]

I've never built one either, but there's plenty of snow everywhere. I kept having to dust it off of the bag when I was singing yesterday.

[Well that decides it all right there, doesn't it?]

Then, before we leave here, we're gonna build a snowman. And have a snowball fight.

[Surely Ain will recover within the next...what, fourrrrr days? The days have begun to blur together somewhat, but that seems about right.]

We've gotta, if neither of us have before! Right?

[He heals quickly, he's pretty sure. Healing magic can't get rid of illnesses, but Ain is pretty sure he'll be alright based on nothing more than the simple notion of "he feels like it". Just pure fucking idealism and nothing else.]

Right!

[And with that, their pact (?) is sealed, they will have fun in the snow before they have to leave in a few days. Fouuuur days specifically unless something goes horribly awry, which hopefully it won't. They've had such a good streak so far.

So, breakfast...lunch... brunch? continues, and even though Ain's hunger starts to run out halfway through, he still finishes his portion of soup. Then... then, he's going to top it off with another cookie. Just one. He can't possibly finish the whole box.]

[Are you sure, Ain...because Vash definitely could. He won't- these cookies were bought for Ain, not him- but that won't stop him from eating a whole three of the chocolate chip cookies before he remembers that fact. Oops.

It's a good meal all told, and it just goes to show how bottomless his stomach truly is. He ate that burger, fries, AND had his milkshake and still had plenty of room for soup and cookies, go figure.

As Ain is nibbling on his last cookie, Vash scoots a little closer, putting an arm around him so as to tug Ain closer to his side.]

You still feel a little warm. How are you feeling now?

[Just. Nudges his forehead against Ain's like a fucking cat]

[Ain deeply loves this black hole of a man. He'll share the cookies, there's no way he can eat twelve of the fucking things. When Vash pulls him against his side, Ain makes some little kitten squeak in the back of his throat. He's cute... he's so cute. Fuck.]

I'm still a bit under the weather. I might have eaten too much, actually. [He clonks his head into Vash's shoulder, lazily lifting a wing and draping it over the blonde, where it sags because Ain has no energy to keep it up.] It was good nonetheless, but I'll probably lay back down in a few minutes. I'm sorry... you must be bored, taking care of me.

Bored? No way.

[This is more like it. More like the cuddling Vash had wanted to do downstairs from the start, before this nasty cold claimed his bird. As Ain drapes a wing around him and gets in close, Vash will use the edge of his big jacket to sort of cover both of them up as he talks.]

I’d…kindof rather be doing this all the time, if I had a choice.

[Taking care of Ain means he’s spending time with him, instead of focusing on running for his life. The same goes for the reverse, he has to assume.]

Er. Not…with you being sick, I mean.

[Ain laughs softly. As he finishes off that cookie, he nuzzles into Vash, simply breathing him in for a moment. Something about Vash's natural scent is nice and comforting. He hooks a hand into Vash's shirt, gripping tightly.]

Haha, really? I can fake being sick, if you want. I can lay in bed allllll day... you can carry me around... I like being carried.

[No way, Ain, you like being carried??? Like a princess???? Whoa.]

We can settle down [(platonic)] one day, and you can carry me every morning to the kitchen to make us breakfast. And then you can carry me to bed every night...

[Platonically of course. There is no homo in this household.

The idea of settling down is obviously so foreign to Vash that he doesn’t even catch its meaning, at first. It does sink in with context clues, leaving him feeling all wistful and longing.]

I would do it.

[Oh just that easy, okay-]

I think if I was carrying you across the desert, it would have been a lot easier to make it.

[Factually untrue but he seems pretty convicted saying this.]

Oh? Why is that? Is it because I'm very cute and you want to keep me safe?

[That's definitely it, isn't it? Ain is so smart for figuring this out.]

I'd love to spend an entire day in your arms. You'd be like a storybook knight, and I'd be swooning... haha, doesn't that sound nice?

[Quit trying to obfuscate your flirting buddy it's not working—]

A storybook knight, huh?

[Hm. Hmmmmm.

Well, Ain sure is already wrapped up in his arms, isn't he? They're tangled up with each other like they have been the past few nights since they got to this little town. It's become almost routine, at this point. It's why Vash offers:]

Well...there's nothing saying we can't start now, is there?

Do you like being swooned over? I can do that all the time from here on, then.

[...Ain scoots into Vash's lap and laces arms around his neck. There. That's better.]

Vash is so cute, [is this how swooning works?] and handsome... and good at kissing, and noble...

[Yeah he's pretty sure this is how it works.]

A-ahaha, wait, wait!

[Vash shakes his head quickly, fanning a hand in front of his face as if he can't handle the barrage of complimenting suddenly. CHOTTO MATTEEEEE-]

I should be calling you those things, you know?

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