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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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[It's a very enjoyable time all around. Vash loves hearing about Ain's escapades from before they met, even if not all of them are strictly funny in a "haha" sort of way. Sometimes he wonders how Ain hasn't seriously injured himself accidentally by now...like how did that cake not burn something down, we just don't know. Vash doesn't seem too phased when the topic of Ain's other partners comes up very briefly, mostly because it isn't as if Ain hasn't mentioned offhand that he's had other partners before. He just...hasn't really gone into great detail about it. It's normal for people to have other relationships, right? Vash is just a bit of an outlier in that respect, he supposes.

It will definitely be smart to reserve this topic for when they're much drunker though, Ain has the right of it.

Unlike poor Ain, Vash has the energy to keep going for much longer, even though everyone does eventually start to leave once the meal has concluded and Ain starts to die again. Poor guy...Vash will help to clean up the remnants of all of their plates though, passing them off to those that are heading out, waving to them as they go and letting them know he'll keep an eye on Ain. He probably isn't going to leave him again until tomorrow...it's getting later anyway. It's time for rest.

Once the door gets pulled shut, Vash sighs and shrugs off his jacket, tossing it onto the chair at the desk nearby before stooping down to the floor and scooping the baby Dachie up in his hand, petting it gently with his thumb as he moves to sit back down on the edge of Ain's bed.]

How are you feeling? You look tired.

[Ain doesn't want the story of "that time a guy handcuffed him to the bed and left him" to become Vash Knowledge yet, okay, he's trying to act like he's all suave and cool when really he's a dork who walks into the wrong apartment and picks up guys that are garbage 67% of the time. He's so cool (he steals condoms from men's health clinics and public restrooms) Ain is a very good bird (famously known for loudly asking why people are into boobs).

The baby Dachie makes a peeping noise, meanwhile the bigger one is just staring like. Why not pick up him. And then he gets up onto the bed and steals Vash's spot. Bitch.]

Haha, just a little. If I wasn't sick, we could have partied all night, but... [But he's under the weather and tired and his body is screaming at him to rest, now that they can.] ...oh, before I forget, that door over there has the bathroom in it. So you can shower and stuff.

[Points off to the side, not even at the door but in the Vicinity of it. You'll get there Vash.]

Dachie, [now speaking to the dog,] that's Vash's spot.

[Boofs >:(]

[Vash nods as he makes his way over to the bed, having already committed most of the rest of the small bedroom to memory. It's still such a novelty to be staying in Ain's room...

OOPS...Vash looks appropriately sympathetic when Dachie hops into his spot on the bed, still holding the baby gently in his palm like an orange.]

Haha, I'm sorry...did you wanna get picked up too? I couldn't lift you both with one arm...

[Well, it's not that he doesn't have the strength, it's more the dexterity needed to hold them both with one hand. And he's not sure he would have been able to forgive himself if he dropped the baby.]

He gets jealous if he thinks he doesn't have enough attention. [Just like Ain.] He'll be fine, though.

[Just gonna... gently scoot the dog off the bed, sorry there's no room for you, you're greyhound-sized. Dachie will want the baby back when Vash is done ~~favouring~~ loving on it, though.]

What are you going to name the baby? [ :D ]

[HE FEELS SO BAD OH NO...poor Dachie too big to fit on the bed with them :C

Vash will move to sit once given the opportunity, sighing as he sits back against the headboard next to Ain...

...]

...w..wait, what?

[???]

You're keeping it, right? You seem to like it a lot.

[Ain is tucking himself in as they speak, flopping over and pulling the covers up to his shoulders. He's still pleasantly surprised his friends kept the place clean. For all they knew, he could've been dead, or never planning on returning.]

Keeping? But...it was in here when I got here, so I thought...

[Does this little guy not belong to Ain? Where did it come from???

As Ain lays down, Vash decides to scoot down a little as well, though he's still halfway sitting up so he can look at the Dachie he's still holding in his hand. After a moment though, he decides to instead set it down on his chest.]

It doesn't belong to someone?

Haha, it's not likely. Ms. Harnier, maybe... [That's who Dachsologie, the big one, stays with when Ain is gone. And Ain has been gone for... a long time.] Dachsologie tends to steal the little ones to take care of them, but they usually aren't owned by anyone, otherwise they wouldn't leave their master's side so easily.

[Harnier has probably had to Sit on Ain's dog daily for the last while just to keep him from leaving. Ain only left him for his safety. Not that... Ain thinks Dachie can climb up the ladder leading out of here, but he can open doors and is smart enough to get into small holes and find his way out, so...]

[...Vash is silent for a long moment, looking from Ain laying next to him to the little owldog and back.]

Where...do they come from, exactly?

They're magical creatures. Artificial... mm, Ms. Harnier and others can make them. They're not very abundant, though, since they can be strenuous to make, or so I'm told. Ms. Harnier's health is poor, so I'm not really sure why she'd make a new one.

[Harnier voice: Someone needs to play with Ain's owldog I cannot keep babysitting him.]

Magic can do a lot of things. It can summon creatures, it can control elements, it can conjure items... [He hums, rolling onto his side.] ...most of us have it. Ms. Magician, [Aisha, the purple barred-owl girl,] for example. Magic is supposed to be rare, but it doesn't feel that way when my friends all have it, haha.

[Magic...now that is something Vash is still wholly out of his element with. You'd think, being an alien himself, he'd be less surprised by it all...but he grew up surrounded by science and logic. Everything had a purpose, everything made sense, and everything could be explained by something else. But when he looks at this little creature, he tries to imagine it being created by someone...from pure energy, he supposes.

It's difficult to believe. Yet, what Ain says...artificial. He huffs lowly.]

We're...kindof the same.

[He relaxes a little, reaching his hand out to stroke the top of the baby's head with his finger.]

What do you think? Do you want to be with me?

[He asks the Dachie in an undertone.]

[Baby Dachie stares at Vash with big ol' eyes

and keeps staring

and keeps staring

and then scoots forward on tiny little paws, and then

bites Vash's nose and squeaks happily. It's not a hard bite, but it leaves a mark. Beaks, man.]

Hahaha!! He likes you!! [Or She or They the little things don't have genders or concepts of genders.] I think that's a yes.

[That...makes Vash laugh, because why wouldn't it? Compared to most things, the bite barely registers as painful, just a brief little pinch that leaves an indentation on his nose after the fact. Then, he's reaching over to pet the baby again, scritching the feathers on the top of its head between its ears.]

O-okay then! I'm not sure what to call you, though...Ain just calls the other one "Dachie"...

[Which. He's pretty sure they're all Dachie, they can't BOTH be Dachie.]

[Ain, calling his dog "dog":

Either way, Vash looks happy, and it's... cute. He's cute, Ain is so happy he has a little guy to love on now. Dachie will be happy, too, except in those moments where he's stealing the baby because the baby is getting love and he's jealous.]

You can think of a name in time, I bet. You don't have to worry about it right this second, right?

[Said the man who is calling his dog "dog" but yeah.]

Yeah. We'll figure something out.

[He says that while giving baby Dachie one last gentle pat...then, he moves to lay down properly and decides to sort of place the baby up on his pillow near his head, in a safe place so it won't fall off the bed, but also won't be rolled over onto by either of them. Honestly, it's probably not even bedtime yet, but the moment Ain lays down...yeah, Vash is following suit.

So he'll scoot in close, wrapping his arm around Ain so he can pull the bird in against his chest before yawning the biggest yawn he's let out in days.]

I need to...mmm...digest all that food now, I think...

[He mumbles, nuzzling into Ain's shoulder. He mutters a soft goodnight seconds later, and then shortly after that...yeah if anybody needs either of them they're gone, goodbye. Do not perceive them until tomorrow morning.

Of course, tomorrow comes a bit earlier than normal for Vash, mostly because he's still not totally in the habit of sleeping in late, even when he's with Ain. He doesn't have the excuse of being fucked into a smear on the mattress to make him tired, either, so he ends up popping awake at around 6 am or so, groaning and scrubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. Okay...trying to lay there another half hour garners him nothing, so he decides to get up and spend that time being productive by getting a shower in. As he gets up, he'll pick up baby Dachie and gently lay it on Ain's neck. Stay.

Vash's shower is brief, mostly because he's going to be getting right back into his previous clothes, which fortunately had been laundered recently enough that they should be fine. He imagines they can wash their clothing to their heart's content here anyway, and Ain no doubt has all of his clothing here...he won't need to worry about any of that. Now that Vash is awake though, he's not sure he's going to be able to go back to sleep...

After a moment of consideration, he sits on the edge of the bed so he can slip his boots on, lacing them up and pulling on his jacket. Noticing Dachie laying down elsewhere in the room...

Vash will get up and scoop the Dachsologie in his arms, placing it on the bed where he'd been previously sleeping. Dachies keep his boyfriend company, okay? Okay.

With that, Vash quietly leaves the room so Ain can sleep more, heading out into the rest of the complex. What's he going to do out here? Well, he figures SOMEONE must be awake at this hour...a lot of the folks he's met seem to have various jobs and things they do every day. Surely there's someone he can lend his one hand to.]

[Dachies will stay. Big Dachie is very happy to have the warm spot on the bed yes thank you.

As Vash is going to find out... not a lot of Ain's friends sleep. Some of them are early birds (Rena, for example, is just heading out for the day by the time Vash gets downstairs, citing that she has the farm to tend to). Eve is a robot, so sleep is not really a requirement. Elsword sleeps, but he's one of the earlybird people; his sister looks like she hasn't been sleeping and is leaving her room with the biggest pot of coffee.

If Vash goes into the warehouse-factory, there are more residents of the "do not sleep ever" club. Rose is where she was yesterday, this time at an actual workbench with several gun parts laid out before her, one of which she's carefully engraving. Eve is, again, not someone who sleeps, but is working on Vash's mechanical arm still. Add is in the back, looking like he hasn't slept all night, bags under his eyes and a focused expression as he works on Raven's arm specifically. Which, unlike Vash's, is attached to him.

Raven, meanwhile, is looking off at the opposite wall with this kind of deadpan expression. From the warehouse doors, it's easy to see Add's mouth moving, and it's clear by Raven's lack of response that Add is talking to himself rather than making actual conversation.]

[G...guys...guys maybe you should try to sleep just a little bit...just a little? Not that...Vash is really good at the whole "sleeping" thing either, so maybe he shouldn't start throwing stones there, AAANYWAY

Vash trots his way down the stairs, lifting a hand to wave at people as he passes them. He doesn't want to bother anyone while they're hard at work, which seems to be everyone...but then he happens to notice Add sitting at the back with someone he hasn't really spoken to yet. It doesn't take more than a brief glance to realize he's working on his arm the same way Bradd might have done for Vash, having him keep it attached so he could ensure the nerve connections were working properly. He wonders if Eve might do the same once she's at the tail-end of finishing her work...

He's end up drawn their way through curiosity more than anything else, and before he realizes it he's already in their space. Hi.]

Good morning!

[...ahah. Ahem.

He stands up a bit straighter, clearing his throat into his fist.]

Add, right? And Raven?

Chassis damage on the bicep. The metal is melted... did it overheat again? Dynamo, commence—

[Add, at least, spares Vash a glance as he talks, quirks a brow, and then immediately looks down at what he's working on. You know. Raven's arm. That he's been told to not upgrade god this sucks. The six drones around him hover, likely Dynamo by the way they beep and wait for a command.]

What, did Ain kick it finally, so you feel the need to bug me?

[sorry he's just like this, but at least Raven is a lot friendlier, reaching out with a leg to pull a metal chair forward. Vash may or may not have noticed it yesterday, but Raven is not a normal cat; he is, in fact, a snow leopard, and if asked nicely, maybe he'll do the tail-in-mouth thing they're known for. If you ask real nice.]

Good morning, Vash. Did you sleep well?

Edited (that burnt orange needed more orange and less burnt okay) 2023-07-12 05:58 (UTC)

[Vash respectfully asks that you do not joke about Ain dying because he WILL cry-

Vash just stands there for a moment (that...was a very familiar sort of response in a way he can't immediately place) until Raven pulls a chair up for him, prompting him to pace in a small circle (like a dog about to sit on a bed) before he sits down.

Please hold your tail in your mouth for him Raven, that will probably ALSO make him cry-]

Me? Oh yeah, just fine! I think Dachie was on my face at one point...

[He chuckles good naturedly, reaching back to rub the back of his neck.]

Sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you guys or anything...

[The catboys are very occupied right now please try again later— or rather, Add is, for obvious reasons. They answer Vash's question at the same time:]

You are.

No, it's alright.

[...]

...my arm has been overheating more recently, so it has to be repaired. Add and Eve are the only ones who know how to do it. [Though Add is often not his first choice for arm repairs due to how... overzealous he gets about robotics, but it's fine. It's not that he doesn't trust the guy, but at the same time, working with Add has a 40% chance of getting a random upgrade to this arm that Very Much is attached to him.] I'll be here for a while as a result, if you wanted to talk about anything. I'm surprised you're awake this early, after the journey Ain said you went on.

[ADD...

Vash sits back in his chair, his one hand folded politely in his lap as he focuses on Raven- the nicer of the two u_u- for the time being.]

I wake up early, usually. I'd just been more...tired than usual while we were traveling.

[Raven doesn't need to know he slept like a brick because Ain fucked him too hard-]

And really, Ain did more work than I did. He carried me while flying for several days...it's no wonder he got sick like he did.

That sounds like him.

[It's just a blunt, matter-of-fact statement, and Raven half-smiles and looks off into the distance at some precariously-balanced tower of parts. Then, he shakes his head, like yeah... Ain is just like this. He does that.]

Tch, that ass. [Mutter mutter, something about the chassis again, then:] He won't quit being stupid until he's dead, so if he's your idiot now, I suggest keeping an eye on him.

He's a lot stronger than he looks, [Raven says, both in a way that's referring to physical strength, but also his general inability to die.] Between us... I don't think he actually knows how to live unless he's living for others. Maybe that's not my place, though.

[Oh yes, it's safe to say that at this point, Ain is Vash's idiot now. Though, what Raven says does give him pause...

It explains the way Ain has acted up until now. Hell, even since they first met, he was like this. His blaise attitude towards things probably seems annoying and inconvenient to most, but if you look underneath the surface you realize that there's a reason for it all. It's all Ain knows.

Vash looks down at his hand, his fingers flexing against his knee.]

No...I think you're right. I guess he's always been like that, huh...?

Six years of friendship later and I still can't name any hobbies he has other than singing and flowers. He lost his whole religious edge when he made his third hobby "men".

[Raven actually snorts at that. When Add's distracted, he'll just talk, no filter, but of course he has to point out—]

Oh, so you do consider him a friend. We've been worried about that, you know. Are you and I also friends?

[Add mutters something about "I didn't say that" under his breath and keeps working. He's allergic to the F word, you see.

But more seriously...]

He used to be very unemotional and selfish, when we were all younger. Otherwise, he didn't have a personality outside of what everyone else wanted to do. I'm sure you've parsed that he doesn't necessarily care for anything other than his friends — and you. The entire world could be destroyed, but as long as he had all of us, [pointed, as amber eyes settle on Vash, you're included in that,] in the end, he'd be fine.

Meanwhile, the rest of us would be lamenting the loss of technological advancements and history...

[okay you fucking nerd]

[Vash kindof just...stares at both Raven and Add, here, looking at them with concern etched into his features. He can feel the nails of his hand digging into his knee the longer Raven goes on.

The entire world could be destroyed, but as long as he had all of us...in the end, he'd be fine.

That's. Familiar.

Familiar in a good or bad way, though....remains to be seen.]

I do think he could...worry about himself more, but...I can see where he's coming from.

[Oh, trust him, he sure as hell can.]

...I asked him myself a while ago, but I wanted to ask you too. Is there any particular reason he left, you think? I mean, if all of that is true...why would he ever go anywhere else?

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me voice: and i added the el masters to this timeline because ???

they deserve to be here too its fine

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