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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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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?

Then why aren't you?

[Ain, why are you the way that you are.]

If you can make me blush, I'll give you a kiss.

[He has a fever tho—]

[Ain makes a fair point. It's hard for Vash to really argue that....

So he settles back with Ain in his lap, half-laying forward against his chest looking across at him expectantly.]

Well, let's see...you're smart. And really, really pretty. You're probably the prettiest bird I've ever seen. Your feathers are so soft...

[Said while he strokes them with the backs of his knuckles.]

And you can sing so sweetly. It's almost unfair...

[The happy trilling is pretty much immediate. Ain is reminded, for the thousandth time, that he has Deep, Deep Feelings for Vash, and he hopes the other can't hear his heartbeat. Because Ain sure can. He sure can feel the blood rushing in his veins, and a deep need to pull his fingers through Vash's hair and drag him in for a kiss that's almost too sweet.

He's... far gone. Oh, no, he's so gone.]

I did say I would save my best songs for you... [He collapsed with a fever, though, so he didn't get to actually sing.] Mm... you must be really fond of me, if you mean all that!

[Compliment him more peasant—]

[The trilling is enough to make Vash feel light-headed, weak-kneed if he weren't laying down. It only prompts him to stroke those feathers more, and if Ain really wanted to kiss him....well, actually, didn't he promise Vash a kiss if he got him to blush?

HMMMMM]

I can't imagine what my life would be like without you.

[He says a little quieter this time, his hand reaching up so his fingers can trail over that ribbon haphazardly braided into his hair.]

[Oh. Oh. Haha, okay, um. Great! Awesome. If Ain momentarily looks stunned, that's because Vash's words are an arrow through the heart. He might've looked away to find something else to focus on if he could, just to avoid being swept up in the tidal wave of emotions. There's nothing else to focus on other than Vash, though.

Ain thinks he's going into cardiac arrest. His face is redder now, and he guesses that means he owes Vash a kiss, but the first thing that happens is he manages this little:]

A...ha... I can't... either...

[Fuck, you know what, words have never been his thing. He promised a kiss, so that's what Vash is getting. A kiss, with Ain's hands winding through his hair to pull him down. A kiss that he sighs into, like he's needed this all day. As if they haven't been kissing each other stupid for the last several days.]

[Oh Ain, you are down bad. But it's not like Vash isn't either...he's just a lot less fully aware of it. Nevertheless, he is pleased as punch when Ain leans in to kiss him, seemingly just as relieved to finally get it. He relaxes the moment their lips press together, happily allowing Ain to tug him down further onto the bed, as if they hadn't already been laying there as a tangled up bunch of gangly limbs.

He can't help it: Vash grins against Ain's lips, a goofy, twitterpated kind of lopsided smile as he brushes his hand over his braid, letting it pass through his prosthetic palm.

God. This guy makes him feel so many things. He makes his heart want to leap right out of his chest. The kiss, though simple and chaste, is so welcome that it makes Vash moan softly in response to it, a wholly pleased sound as he squeezes Ain against his front.

He just. ...he cares about him so much. SO much.]

[Sir, don't be making noises like that when Ain doesn't have the energy to jump your bones, it's not fair.

They're nestled up in each other, warm and safe and content, just how Ain likes it. He could do without the fever that he thinks is getting worse by the second (due more to being flustered and not because the illness is taking a turn for the worse), but everything else is just... lovely. Almost perfect.

Ain lets the kiss linger longer than it probably needs to, craving the contact. As much of it as Vash is willing to give him. When they part, he's out of breath, not because of any intensity... just because he's forgotten how to breathe since they started.]

I could do that all day, you know. Kissing you is about to become one of my hobbies. ...it might be already.

[That is ALL they've done.]

If you keep being all cute, I won't ever stop! And then where will we be! [married he hopes—]

[Haha, marriage, that's for like. Well adjusted people with a mortgage. Couldn't be them!!

But Vash isn't thinking about mortgages right now. He's just looking up at Ain all doe-eyed now that they've broken from that kiss, panting a little in the wake of it. He is in dangerous swapping-illness territory at this point, but honestly if he was going to get sick...he likely would have. Also, can you catch a cold from someone who got sick due to the elements...can you really...

Anyway. Don't mind him as he strokes your cheek, Ain, he loves u.]

I can't stop, otherwise I'd have to change my whole face, wouldn't I?

[He smirks, cheeky, as he leans in to rest their foreheads together.]

Am I getting better at it? Kissing?

Mmhmm! I thought it was cute the first time we did it on the couch, but... practice makes perfect.

[So the humans say.]

Don't worry about it too much. I'll turn you into a master when it comes to using your mouth to satisfy. [Ain.] You're about... mm... one third of the way there already! I'm impressed!

[Vash, not getting it: :3?]

A third? Wow...

[Well hey, if Ain is impressed, that's all that matters. If he had feathers of his own, he'd be preening right now.]

We'll have to....practice more, when you're feeling better.

["Practice"]

[Oh, Vash, you're so cute... Ain readjusts so that he's no longer in the blonde's lap, moving now to lay down and drag his companion down with him.]

I thought I made a monster out of you. [Vash like "it's kind of addicting :0" clued Ain in initially, but.] I promise we will. If I wasn't feeling tired again, we'd do it now.

[He needs to rest, though. The fever will probably go away quicker if he does. Please expect nothing else of him today except he might wake up in four hours to eat a cookie and go back to bed.]

[Don't threaten him with a good time, especially when Vash has to be told to wait.....alas. For now though, he'll happily oblige, becoming Ain's pillow effectively as they lay down together. Come here Ain, come sleep on his titties.

Ain doesn't recover hours later, or even a few days later. Colds, as it turns out, have a funny way of sticking around, especially if you pushed yourself into having one. Luckily, Ain isn't on death's doorstep, and he isn't in danger of contracting pneumonia any time soon. The more he rests, the better he gets, day by day. It does mean though that Vash is spending most of his time at the inn looking after his pet, which he doesn't mind at all. Tucking him into bed, bringing him cool cloths for his forehead, feeding him, helping him bathe...and of course cuddling him to sleep at night just in case his fever breaks and he starts getting cold again.

This also means that the end of the week creeps up on them all too fast. They haven't spent all of their money- they probably have enough to stay for another half a week, but that isn't counting the extra hotel charges they'd have to cover- which means this is the perfect time to start packing up and heading out. They'll relocate to the next town and start the process all over again, only it may not be so easy to lay low next time. Vash...isn't yet sure what Ain's hometown is going to be like. Is his face plastered all over wanted posters there, too?

The weather seems to recognize this as being their last day too, because it's snowing steadily as they finish off breakfast that morning. Ain seems to have made a mostly full recovery, save for generally being a little weaker due to having been in bed for a couple days. Vash peers out the window as he finishes off a bagel, tilting his head.]

Mmh-...man. I think it's gonna snow another foot before we leave...

[Ain, at least, feels a lot better. It's annoying that the fever wanted to linger, like, he didn't fucking ask thanks, but at least it didn't kill him for real. He's feeling a lot more able as the days go on, and staying home all the time is kind of... nice, in a strange way, because they never get to do that. Oh the luxuries actual married people must have.

They're on their last day, so they'll have to leave either by tonight or by very early tomorrow morning. And because Ain's been sick, they haven't gotten the chance to play in the snow like he wanted to, and he's being overdramatic mentally right now but he's Not Leaving Until They Get To. Big cities never allow for snowy fun because they plow the streets so quickly. Little mountain towns? This is their life. So.

As they polish off breakfast, Ain's wings flutter in that way that says "I have an idea". The idea is going to be bad.]

I still want to throw snowballs at you, and build a snowman. We won't be out long! I promise!

[It's like a child asking for a popsicle at a faire.]

[It really is, isn't it? Especially since Ain's been so sick...

Vash balls up the napkin he was using as his attention is pulled from the window by Ain, his expression softening as he smiles.]

And I promised we would before we left, didn't I?

[Well, it was more of a joint effort more or less, but STILL]

Just as long as you promise you'll go back inside if you start feeling bad again.

I will! [He will not—] It'll be fun, I promise! It'll be a good send-off before we have to go back to my hometown.

[Vash's arm worsens by the day, and Ain doesn't want to take more risks than are necessary. He has... no way to know if Eve will actually be where she usually is, but the Friend Braincell says yes, she will be there, and if she's not he guesses they just die. All in all, he's not too worried about it, on account of the fact that he's not allowing his anxiety to let him be worried about it.

So! Compartmentalizing aside!

Ain is already moving to the door and slipping his shoes on, buttoning his coat up (praise him for wearing his coat properly please), and bouncing on his heels.]

You're done eating, right?

[boy what if he's Not be Patient]

[Yeah, Vash's arm...isn't looking so hot. He's continually using it- he doesn't have much choice, save for opting to not wear his arm entirely- which has caused the cracks to spread steadily throughout the week. What was once a chip that started at his knuckles has now spread halfway up his forearm, and there are a few pieces around his fingers threatening to break away. That part...he hasn't really told Ain about though, not wanting to worry him. He'll be fine. It's been worse than this before, and Bradd was able to repair it just fine. Surely Ain's friend can fix it too...?

Vash nods, having long since thrown the rest of that bagel into his mouth before hopping his way into his boots, stomping them in succession against the floor to get them fully on. Vash is proud of you for covering up your titties, Ain, you're going to need it.]

Yep, I'm ready!

[Out into the cold they go, then. While others are coming in to avoid the snow, these two idiots are bundled up and going out. Ain decides the best place to do this is behind the inn proper, where there's virtually no foot traffic and a big ass mountainous cliff face off in the distance. It's also not been plowed, obviously, and Ain can imagine little outdoor parties being hosted back here when the weather is nice.

The weather is currently not nice, though, so that means this is their playground for a couple hours.

To start, Ain immediately begins rolling the base for a snowman. A small snowball that progressively gets bigger as he walks around with it. He's going classic here, because he's not sure how to sculpt anything else.]

Can you roll the... Uh. Torso, I guess?

[What do they call the segments? Should he refer to it in bug terms. Is Vash making a thorax.]

[Why would you avoid the snow when you barely ever get to see it? Couldn't be them. Vash is excited, because even though they've been OUT in the snow since it started, they haven't actually gotten to really play in it much. Either they didn't have time, or Ain was too sick, or something else was going on...but now they can. Behind the inn ends up being the perfect location, just private enough to give them both some space to themselves, just the two of them, but still open so that there's plenty of snow to work with.

Vash nods with a chuckle as he sets to work on the biggest snowbank he can find, scooping a bunch of snow into a little pile before beginning to roll it into a proper ball.]

Got it!

[It's definitely the thorax.]

Do we want him to have three segments, or just two?

[These two out here like "thorax" "segments" "bug parts" when the real answer was just calling it "the fucking middle piece" all along, but they're too far gone now.]

Um... three, I think!

[That's how most of them are done in books. Three balls of snow all rolled up on top of each other. Sometimes people put hats on them, but they don't have a hat. Rocks for eyes will have to work and that'll be good enough. There are plenty of rocks, Ain notes, so snowball fights later might turn into full-blown murder if they're not careful.

Ain rolls the base until it's about to his hips, maybe a bit shorter. The head will be smaller, so he starts to work on that after he parks the bottom segment where he thinks it should be.]

[Vash uses the bottom section for reference as he makes the middle, making it slightly smaller so as to be visually different, but big enough to hold its own once the head is placed on top. He hefts it with ease, gently plopping it into place and giving it a little turn to make sure it isn't going anywhere.]

Just the top half, now! Let's see, what else can we use...

[Rocks for eyes, and...buttons? They have those. There should be some sticks nearby too for the arms...]

Is it still a snow man if we give him wings? [???] Then he'd match you!

[Plopping the head on...]

...how can we make wings? [He's not saying no he's just not sure how any of this works.] With sticks? Or big leaves?

[Except they're in the mountains and it's all pine forests up here.]

I was thinking sticks, maybe! But like...bigger sticks? Ones with more twigs coming off of them.

[They can sort of mimic the structure of wings without actually being properly shaped like them, he's figuring.

Vash brushes snow off his hands onto his pants before setting off into the edge of the forest just beyond the little clearing of snow they're working with, digging through the drifts to pull out bigger sticks that have been snowed over.]

The arms can be little ones!

Oh! Okay.

[That's all he says, just "oh okay" and then he starts digging, too, at the edge of the woods for twiggy sticks. Luckily, those are in abundance. It would be harder to find a stick without a million twigs, it seems, though now Ain is paralyzed with Choice.

Do they use this one? Do they break a few twigs off of that one to make it more wingy? Hmmmm...]

Here. If we break a twig off of this one, we can make these almost symmetrical.

[Ain is showing Vash a collection of sticks like, help, how do aesthetics work.]

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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

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