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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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[Somewhere mid singing with Ain up on stage, Vash finally succumbs to the alcohol. He is no longer tipsy, or even a little bit drunk. He is full on schwasted, which is probably for the best. It's more fun when you're drunk and having a good time, of which he is very much. He gets up there and sings his heart out even though he has to lean on Ain for support half the time, and by the time they make it back to the couch for a break, he's totally invested in the girls' experiments in trying to get as many snacks into Rena's purse as is humanely possible. It's fascinating, really.

But that couldn't be more interesting than the idea that Ain was in a band once- like wtf you don't tell him ANYTHING babe- and that ends up capturing Vash's attention, and though Vash will help Add with his crimes because he wants Add to be his friend and like him, most of his attention is still on Ain...watching him sing and perform...wow. Wow, he loves him. Look at him. That's his boyfriend. Wow.

Singing Bubblegum Bitch]

[Add is faintly disgusted by you two.

Anyway, Ain doesn't share things about himself because he doesn't know how to person. That's really it. It's not that he's hiding anything, it's that he doesn't Get he's supposed to share things outside of stuff that sort of just comes up. Normal people think of a story to tell and a conversation to have, even if it's random or dumb. Ain simply doesn't connect the social dots enough to understand that, so when he tries, he comes across very stinted and awkward.

Have fun with your awkward bird.

Enough rounds to wake Chung up and have him drink some water later, they're done for the night, which means stumbling back to base as one really intoxicated unit. Like an anthill given fermented fruit. The people who promised to put the extra work in for this outing are going to be working to death tomorrow, even if a lot of them are exempt from the usual work laws here (like, Add manning the whole electrical grid with Eve means he mostly gets by that way because without them, uhhhh...). It doesn't concern Ain or Vash, though. They got their own shit to do tomorrow. Or whenever they can. Ain did warn the gardens and the restaurant that he was getting fucked up tonight. Hangovers are a bitch.

At least the walk home sobers a lot of people up. Ain can tell that Chung will be dead on the floor tomorrow, though. Either way...

Either way. He's putting Aisha aside to ask for that soundproofing spell and she immediately spins it as "you're gonna mate with him TONIGHT?" and Ain has to very causally say no, God no, but he wants to fool around. She stops him there. Have your enchantment, have fun, do not mate with that boy until you tell him that the hell that even entails because he's clueless.

Back to the room they go, and the Dachies will clear themselves out whenever the boys get riled up in each other. Whenever that happens. They don't want to be here for it.]

[Enter the portion of the night where things blur just a little bit, for Vash. Now, he's drank before. He's had alcohol. But never has he drunk to the point of getting THIS drunk. So drunk that he can barely stand upright without help, or speak without slurring his words and giggling about everything. That's where he's at presently, and it's genuinely the most carefree he's felt in decades. A sort of "I'm here for a good time, not a long time" feeling, and he doesn't care about potential dangers, or things he's been worrying about...any of that. He's with a group of people he's started to come to know as not just good friends, but family. And he has Ain, the most important person to him in the world right now.

It's almost too good to be true, and it would be if Vash were at all sober enough to let that notion seep through.

He's laughing and conversing with the others as they wobble their way back, probably making a spectacle of themselves to any other locals who happen to be outside this time of night. It's very clear this group of pets +1 human have been having a good time tonight, and while the blast of cool air does help Vash sober up a little, it's not going to kill the feel-good buzz.

He misses the conversation with Aisha because he's too busy telling the others goodnight, he had a great time, he loves you goodbye. And the Dachies get the same treatment once they're back to Ain's room, Vash picking up both of them in turn and giving them little kisses on their heads before setting them back down.

Then it's Ain's turn, as Vash wanders back his way and kisses his forehead. Kiss kiss.]

I looove you Ain. You were so pretty on stage...so handsome...

[The Dachies are pleased to receive kisses. They would like to receive more some time.

Ordinarily, Ain might've already pushed Vash against a wall again, but he's all wobbly too. The alcohol is gonna have to take a bit to cycle out. For now, there's a pretty boy kissing his forehead and he's pleased as punch just with that.

...like he does put his hands on Vash's hips, too, but details.]

Even when my voice cracked? Haha! I love you too. You're so pretty... I like singing with you. So cute...

[Google how do you sober up faster asking for a friend because Vash just wants to hold and kiss his boyfriend a bunch...

In the meantime, he will at least appreciate Ain's hands on his hips. That's nice. It prompts him to lean forward and drop his head against Ain's, and if he were an animal of any kind he'd probably be cooing, or purring, or something similar.]

Especially then. You sing like an angel... [Haha, lol, lmao] Way better than I can.

[Vash is kindof just gently pawing at Ain's hair now, don't mind him.]

[Google: Drink water and eat food. Surely you're good at the latter. ]

I told you I was going to save all my best songs for you. ["You're Welcome" from Moana was not his best song. However, let it be known that he did all the hip swaying that goes with it on stage. Maybe too much hip swaying.] They're only for you! I know lots of songs and they're for you.

[You know Ain is drunk when he just repeats himself a whole bunch and sometimes occasionally does a Horny Thing, in this case holding Vash's hips and rubbing circles into his skin. Boy cute...]

Do you want some water? [Eskimo kisses are being deployed.]

[Not the eskimo kisses...Vash giggles, returning them with a bit less finesse. He probably mashes his nose into yours once or twice, sorry Ain.]

Yeah...prob'ly a good idea.

[He needs to hydrate SO badly, oh my god why was he allowed to drink like five mohitos in one sitting. Or was it four. That last one felt like five.

Vash wobbles a bit again, only this time instead of leaning into Ain, he shifts back on his heels until he's sinking down onto the edge of the bed, though he just ends up tugging Ain with him which is not conducive to getting water-

But what if he wants Ain in his lap instead. What then.]

[Girl Ain wants to be in your lap so fucking bad, don't do this to him.

They are not getting water. Ain adjusts so that he's straddling Vash's hips, making some happy noise in the back of his throat at the position, because of course he does. Of course he's happy about being hip-to-hip with a guy.]

Haha, this is a new position for us! You're still under me, though. What do you think?

I like it. It's comfy.

["Comfy", he says, as he literally like. Is bringing his hands down Ain's sides. His hands are wandering...all he can think about is squeezing his ass but he behaves, and he deserves a reward for that, he thinks.

Which is why he's tilting his head up to kiss Ain's lips this time, brief and light with the taste of alcohol on his breath.]

I kindof wanted to pull you in my lap at karaoke...

["Comfy" mmmmmhmm. Ain is Comfy too. And were it not for Ain also trying to behave so that they can both remember at least 85% of this encounter in the morning, he might've already shown Vash exactly what his hip game looks like.]

Oh? Did you? [Now isn't that a surprise!] What else did you want to do, hm?

Mmmhm...I wanted to kiss you...

[Right there, in front of god and everyone.]

But everyone was looking at us...

[Embarrassing. What if they saw? What if they TOLD???]

[Ain manages a breathy little laugh at that, and, hm. What if he just... helped Vash out of that coat? That's not anything overtly sexual it's just a jacket (except it's Ain so of course it is overtly sexual, of course it is). He's not doing anything wrong slipping his hands under the fabric and momentarily feeling Vash's chest. Nope.]

Aww, haha, you don't need to be shy. [Maybe be a little bit shy.] I would've been happy to make out with you! You've been so cute all day... It's been so hard to have any self-control around you.

[Oh, hi, those are Ain's hands against his chest...to which Vash will not hide the way he arches a little into his palms, shrugging his shoulders to make it easier to pull his jacket off. It's easily tossed...somewhere, they don't need it. In the meantime, Vash is still tracing Ain's sides lazily, having made it to that dangerous part just underneath where his wings connect to his shoulders.]

I know...but we were talking, it would have been rude...

[In front of everyone's salad, no less.]

[Please, sir, you know there's a switch that flips in him when that spot is touched. Vash gets a small warning in the noise Ain makes in the back of his throat and the way his wings unfurl slightly, lazily, but it's not a warning to stop by any means.

So, in return, Ain draws lazy patterns into Vash's chest with his index finger. Nothing super specific, just trailing over the fabric of his shirt and if his fingers stray to any nipples at all, whoops! We'll just have to see what happens won't we!!]

Haha, that's fair. I wouldn't have been able to stop if we started... we would've gotten kicked out. [Not even by their friends, just by that bartender who had to put up with people shouting about dicks all night. Par for the course but also.] Mm... we have a lot of lost time to make up for. I was sick for a week, plus we had the journey...

[Vash feels a full body shudder pass through him inwardly with the way Ain has begun to trace circles into his chest, and even through the fabric of his shirt it almost feels like too much. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, brows furrowing, yet he's...not interested in moving his hands away from Ain's back at all. On the contrary, he seems to be doing the opposite...his flesh-and-blood hand ever so lightly brushing across his spine and down to the small of his back, while the metal one stays close to his wings. Not quite touching their base, but definitely brushing the feathertips with the backs of his knuckles.

And, well. As for making up for lost time...

Vash's leverage with his hand at the small of Ain's back allows him to lift him a touch higher in his lap, bringing him closer so he can more easily press their lips together, again. Brief...but not so brief as last time.]

Mmm...

[It's been a long time since he's been in a guy's lap! That is Ain's one coherent thought in the torrential downpour of horny ones, because the things he wants to do are not able to be put into words right now. Like, on one hand, his somewhat-egregious collection of silicone dicks was brought up, and that should definitely be a box they check off. On the other hand, part of him wants to give up control to Vash for a night and just see what happens. And then on the third, mysteriously-present other-other hand, he wants to show Vash what riding is. There are too many decisions to make, maybe he'll make all of them. They don't need sleep.

Vash's hands are in good spots, though, he'll give the other that much credit. The fingers tracing his spine make him arch, and Ain chases his lips when they part. He didn't get his fill earlier, clearly, when he was leaving little bites on Vash as some sort of promise that they'd fool around more when they got back.

And now they're back, inebriated, and Ain is trying to pull Vash's shirt up while rocking his hips forward against his partner's. There's nothing experimental or coy about it like with their prior encounters. The training wheels are completely off now.]

[Who needs sleep when you're too drunk to care about rest? Neither of them, that's for sure. Vash isn't even tired even though logically he should be utterly exhausted, instead feeling wired from the energy of the evening, but even more than that...

He is horny. Desperately so. He's been horny since they left for karaoke to begin with, it was just easy to stifle and push aside for a while in lieu of interacting with the others and getting wasted.

And yeah, okay, what about the water? Hydration? Nah. Vash isn't thinking about that at all anymore, instead kissing Ain like he's going to die if they part from one another for more than a few seconds at a time. If the Dachies have not vacated the room yet, this is their last chance to do so...because Ain's hands are up underneath Vash's shirt, and Vash is busy holding Ain firm to his front, his moans swallowed up by Ain's mouth before they have a chance to properly escape.]

[The Dachies are gone, bro, big Dachie picked up little Dachie the second Ain started to let his hands wander. They will be in someone else's room stealing their snacks.

It's apparently real difficult to get someone's shirt off when you're pressed to them, something that Ain — in his intoxicated stupor — is clearly not entirely aware of. He tugs at the fabric, finds that it doesn't give (because he is kind of laying on top of his own hands here) and breathes out a sigh against Vash's lips. Babe, your shirt? It's stuck??

Oh well. Shirt can wait. Ain still has his hands against Vash's chest now, and that's really what matters, at the end of the day.]

I have so much I want to show you, [he breathes, and then dives back in for more kisses between words.] I... mm... want to do so much with you...

[His mind is swimming with possibilities. How can he corrupt Vash further, what nasty things can they do before the night ends?]

Then do it. [Vash answers a little too quickly, to the point where his words get a little muffled in their kiss, briefly lost as he tries to keep the momentum going while also getting his thoughts out there.] Show me...Ain.

[Vash doesn't know what sinful things are on Ain's mind currently, just that whatever they are, he wants to experience all of them. Even moreso now that he's inebriated, there's zero hesitation, no limitations or inhibitions whatsoever. If Ain wants to make him cry, then he will happily oblige. Tell him to jump, and he'll say how high.

And that seems to be something he wants to underscore with the way his prosthetic fingers reach up for his wings again, this time actually tracing through the smaller feathers dangerously close to his back, all while Vash turns to kissing Ain along his jaw now, and if Ain doesn't pull him back or stop him, he will be going straight for his neck next.]

[Oh Goddess, no, he's not going to stop Vash. This is the first time in his hazy memory that Vash has actually taken initiative on something like this — dragging Ain into his lap being the start, though at the time (ten minutes ago) Ain was rather content to pass it off as drunken coincidence. Now, though, he's craning his neck to give Vash more room, sighing against the lips on his skin and just slightly digging his nails into Vash's pectorals on instinct.

This boy is going to be the death of him.]

You're hot when you take initiative, you know.

[Nevermind the things Ain wants to do, Vash can have the reigns for a little bit.]

Mm... let me enjoy this for a bit, and then I'll show you. This was... part of it, in a way, so it's fine.

Mmm...alright.

[Vash, as Ain well knows, has little experience when it comes to fooling around, having sex, and all that. The only experience he does have has been with Ain, and it's not like they've slept together more than a small handful of times at this point. He only knows what he's had done to him, things he's able to recall and mimic to hopefully similar effects.

Fortunately for Ain, Vash's memory is near photographic. And when Ain doubles down on telling Vash that it's hot for him to take charge? Well...he's just going to have to take that to heart.

So, with Ain sitting pretty on Vash's hips, he stops talking so that he can instead focus on pressing his lips to the side of Ain's pristine neck, completely unmarked since it's been over a week now since they've really had hands on one another, never mind the fact that Vash never kissed Ain quite the same way Ain kissed him.

Now? He's pressing his lips firm to the hollow of his throat, bringing him in close against his chest so that he can more easily reach his pulse, pausing just long enough to recall what exactly Ain would do here...before remembering how the sensation of having his skin suckled felt, and copying it.

He totally wants his neck covered in hickeys, right?]

[The inexperienced ones are always fun. From their reactions to what Ain considers simple things, to the curiosity, to the way little touches set blood ablaze... quite fun indeed, he thinks. He's been around the block a time or two. Vash, for all his inexperience, is ready and rearing to go.

Ain rather likes that about him. Leaving hickeys on someone isn't as easy as it seems, but just the sensation alone of Vash trying — and probably succeeding, fuck, they'll find out tomorrow — is riling Ain way the fuck up. He totally does want to be covered in all manner of bruises and bitemarks at the end, yes, and he ekes out a moan about it. Like there was any question in anyone's mind about the things Ain is into.

He jerks his hips forward into Vash's, the slower rock now going to nearly full-on rutting. He's not sure if he wants to press back into Vash's hands, or grind on his hips, so. Both. Both will do.]

That's it... mm, you learn quickly, don't you?

[Like with his attempts to learn how to kiss, Vash's first attempts at leaving hickeys are...not exactly his finest work. They'll probably leave marks, but it's not with the same precision of someone who knows what they're doing. He apologizes if he ends up kindof drooling on your neck a little while he's doing this, Ain, he's not only new to this but he's also very, very drunk still.]

Mmm...?~ Do I?

[He hums into Ain's neck, breaking off from one of those attempts to instead pepper the skin with lighter butterfly kisses, noticing the way Ain has taken to trying to lean into his palms just as much as he's rocking against his front.

So what, then, if Vash decides to take matters into his own hands (literally) by finally bringing his metal fingers down to cradle the base of Ain's wing, deliberately pressing his fingers there to just barely rub the edges of it? There's no accidental brush or mistaken touch here like the first time, it is 100% purposeful.]

[Girl you think Ain cares, he's got a track record of assholes all the way down. Vash is at least meeting all of his standards (giving him attention) (god he loves attention).]

You do. You're doing a good— aahn...

[A good job. A good job, he meant to say, but now there's a hand rubbing the base of his wing, and Ain is reminded of the last time those hands really got in there back at the dingy apartment. It feels like so long ago, when he was letting Vash preen for him and warned him, be careful where you put your hands. When he sat on the bed and Vash kissed down his spine and— oh God, yep, he can feel the whiny bottom energy eking out of him.

He is so sorry for who he's about to become, babe.]

H...ah, Vash... here, bring your leg up just slightly...

[He's going to ride Vash's thigh while Vash plays with his wings, he doesn't even care how desperate it makes him look.]

[Vash honestly could be doing a lot more than he is right now even, clumsy and uncoordinated as his movements are. He wants to really get at Ain's wings, because he knows above everything else, that's the spot that really makes him sing. If he could just get his mouth there again...

But suddenly, his attention is distracted. He tilts his head a bit away from Ain's neck to look and see where his own legs are situated, as if he's forgotten in the last five minutes of them putting their hands all over each other. It takes him a moment to resituate, but once he has, it means that Ain is sitting right up on his leg with plenty of room to rut against him to his heart's content, all while Vash is getting nice and personal with those baby feathers on the base of his wings.]

There...s'that better?

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