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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?

[Oh, well, if Vash wants to kiss his way down Ain's spine again, Ain would be more than happy to spin around and let him have his way. But for now, their legs are a bit tangled together — Vash's thigh between his, and Ain's knee pressed against Vash's front — and while it might not be enough friction for Vash, it's certainly enough for the horny mess of a bird perched in his lap.]

Mm... haha, you can still be in charge if you want. I just...

[He is. Hard. And intoxicated. And Vash's hands are on that special spot on his back that makes him not think of how long he can keep himself on the edge like he usually does, but rather how many times a guy can make him cum. And boy, it is a whole other type of intoxication to think of how much sweet, innocent(ish) Vash can make a mess of him.

The next time those fingers press against the base of his wings, really press and rub at them, Ain's hips drag alongside Vash's thigh at just a slight enough angle to make him shiver. The angle doesn't work for full-on contact with his front, but it's close enough to get a reaction out of him. Sensitive enough to make him wonder if he should at least unbutton his pants and free himself before they continue. He does not do this, because he's too busy yet again digging his nails into Vash's chest.]

Your thigh is... so... fucking nice.

[If Vash were literally any more sober than he is right now, he might express concerns about Ain proceeding to what will very likely be ruining his pants if he keeps up like this. But right now...he doesn't seem bothered by that possibility at all, and if anything, having Ain rut against him is just making him want to get him even more riled up. There's a certain level of impatience he feels, seeing Ain being able to seek relief, while he's stuck rocking himself forward mostly against the air, and what little moments of pressure he can get in turn when they move closer.

Vash exhales sharply, fingertips dancing along the edge of Ain's wings. He decides to switch gears, moving from metal to flesh hand to tease those wings, giving him both the advent of touch and the warmth of Vash's fingertips. Said fingertips may not be moving with a whole lot of finesse right now, but muscle memory is a thing...and he remembers exactly what used to make Ain tick before.

He leans in and presses an open mouthed kiss to Ain's collarbone, having aimed for his pulse again but very obviously completely missing the mark, instead too focused on smoothing out his feathers, eventually burying his fingers inbetween them so that he can rub nearly against the skin underneath with the pads of his fingers.]

You're so hard...

[Vash whispers against his neck, voice husky and thick from the alcohol, his heels audibly shifting against the carpeted floor by the bed as he tries to move his hips again, yet once more isn't able to get a whole lot out of it. Ain, though...Ain sure as hell will.]

[No, no, they have laundry machines here, it's fine. They can be as messy as they want to be here. And they probably will be, because...

Well. Vash's fingers are digging into his wings on all the sensitive little spots Ain goes crazy about, and there's the lingering sensation of bites along his neck, and Vash's words in his ear making him whine and then

hips jerking up into his, and Ain clings for dear life like he's actually being railed right now. He's not, but the way his arms wrap around Vash's neck and the way he practically sings into the man's ear might say otherwise were anyone to hear this.]

Va-ash! [Once more, his hips cant downwards, and he shivers bodily.] Vash, pl— please, more, don't stop— Vash—!

[Ain doesn't last much longer than that, a few broken cries of Vash's name spilling from his lips as he thrusts forward once, twice more, and then lets himself uncoil like a tightly-wound spring in Vash's arms. His vision goes white, then black, and it's only after he's left shivering and panting against the man that he realises he closed his eyes at some point through the orgasm.

Leave it to climax to sober him up. He's going to need just a minute to cool down before they continue.]

[Haha oh, if that's how Ain reacts to just rutting against Vash's leg (while having his wings touched, admittedly), just imagine how he'll get when Vash actually decides trying to rail him for real :)

In terms of actually rocking against Ain, Vash isn't doing much. What he is doing is rubbing his fingers against both wings like he's found the g-spot and refuses to lose it. He gasps along with him even though he's nowhere near actually reaching his peak himself, still agonizingly on the precipice, not even on the edge just yet. Does that mean he's going to stop moving his hands, even while Ain cums? No, absolutely not. He might let up on the pressure just a small bit, but otherwise he keeps working him through it, the same way he would have if his hands were elsewhere.

With his mouth still on Ain's neck, he kisses him there lazily a few more times past a smile dancing on his lips, and while his pants are too thick to really feel the dampness between them just yet, he'd have to be completely blacked out to not have realized what happened just then. Of course, it helps that Vash remembers the unique sounds Ain makes when they're having sex, those sweet coos and frantic trills he lets out like this is the best thing he's ever felt, and they've really only just begun.

Though Vash can feel himself aching trapped in his slacks, he tries to focus on Ain instead as he sags boneless against his chest, his hands moving from his wings to rest safely against his spine where he can't do any more damage...not yet, anyway.]

Hahah...sorry, sorry. Was that too much...?

[He hopes making you cum was okay, he didn't think it would happen that fast-]

[Ain will roll off of Vash and bonelessly melt off of the edge of the mattress and onto the floor in a minute. He's got things he wants to do, so there's no time to cuddle. He's gotta get up and make Vash cry—]

Actually, I think we could do more of that in the future. [So, no, not too much.] You can probably [definitely] make me cum with just my wings alone, though.

[Picking himself up off of the floor, Ain makes his way toward the closet. Remember the egregious amount of sex toys that were discussed, yeah, that box is coming out now. It's actually not that many, but a bigass plastic bin of various toys is egregious enough to be brought up, clearly.]

Mm... but I become a quick shot if I don't have control of the situation, haha.

[Oh babe he can tell.]

[Vash may not be sober, but when Ain suddenly just oozes to the floor, that's definitely enough to get him sitting upright. Babe, babe you okay, babe-??

Oh, no, he's fine. He just had to participate in floor time for a minute, but it's all good now. Vash leans back a bit, pushing himself back on the bed so he's more in the center of the mattress instead of sitting on the edge, metaphorical ears perking as he watches Ain saunter his way to the closet...tailfeathers bouncing as he goes...why did he have to be wearing pants right now.

He has not so soon forgotten the mention of all of Ain's sillicone boyfriends. And yeah, a large plastic bin is kindof a lot for someone like Vash, who has never even seen a toy like this in person before.]

Oh, is...are those your-?

[Yeah, Ain should probably take the pants off, but? He's focused right now.]

Haha, yep! I thought earlier... it would be fun to use some of these on you.

[He thought a lot of things earlier. All of them were very much things they might not have had time to do before. And last time they had sex, Ain was all about the edging, so... he thinks he'll switch it up tonight. He has to keep Vash on his toes.

The lid on the bin is one of those that swings open from the middle like a set of trapdoors, and from there Ain just starts pulling stuff out. There are a completely Normal amount of dildos in here, most of which have the suction cup on the end, and he happily demonstrates the fact that they stick to stuff by sticking one of them directly against the headboard (to be removed later, probably) and giggling about it. He's very mature.]

I think the batteries in some of these might be dead.

[He's hitting the button on a long, cylindrical Thing recognizable to anyone else as a vibrator, and it's not turning on. But Ain comes prepared, see, and by comes prepared he means he's got a few packs of batteries stuffed at the bottom of the sin bin. One swap later, aaaand... yep! It works! Great.]

I know you're waiting on me here, [he Sees your dick sir,] but... do I need to explain any of these to you? You don't have a lot of experience, after all.

[Ain starts pulling toys out of the bin and wow, there are so many...the dildos are a bit self explanatory, since Vash has Seen a Dick, he has one. He can pretty easily guess what those would be for. But the vibrators and things, those are a bit beyond his understanding, and thus he watches transfixed as Ain swaps the batteries on the one he picked up before it starts humming along happily when he flips the switch.]

Maybe...I wouldn't have thought something like that would need...batteries?

[He can hear it hum, but he may not quite realize yet what that humming means.]

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