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The AU!Pet Person Meme (Shipping & Smut)

>> 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 conscientious 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 sapiens. 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 now 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.
Pregnancy: So, about that whole "hybrid" thing. It maaaay be more true than you think, even if pet/human pregnancies are the stuff of salacious tabloids.
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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She hadn't meant to get lost and she doesn't like being out in the chilled air all alone, with no idea where she wound up when she started walking, but if she could do it over again...she wouldn't have run off when she was unloaded off the truck at the pet store; she'd have just waited in the warm, albeit insulting confines of a cage until someone chose her.

Instead, Lydia had made a run for it and she's gotten herself lost in the residential area of town. At least she has that going for her. The first house with a porch light is the one she approaches, moving up the steps and onto the porch, knocking on the front door with her head held high and her fluffy tail curled around her waist to help keep her warm. If there's a light on, then someone must be home, right? Maybe if she's lucky, they'll let her come inside and warm up for a little while.

Stiles was busy making popcorn, juggling a game of Crossy Road on his phone, as well as flipping between the news and Batman Begins on the TV in the living room. It was hard for Stiles to not be doing six things at once. His dad wouldn't be home tonight, so Stiles was considering just not doing dinner. He wasn't terribly hungry anyway.

There's a knock at the door, and Stiles moves over to open it, half his attention still on his phone as he taps methodically to guide the little pixel duck to the other side of the road. He doesn't even really look when he answers, "Uh, yeah, hello?"

The boy who answers the door isn't even looking at her when he does and her ears droop a little, tail tightening around her waist. His attention is anywhere but on her and she wonders if maybe she...should try another house. It looks like he doesn't want visitors. But it's the only house on the street with the porch light still on and the sun has long since sunk...and she's cold.

"Sorry...I..." she pauses and worries at her bottom lip with her teeth. "I'm...sort of lost? I just wondered if I could come inside for a few minutes to get warm and then I promise I'll get out of your hair. I can see that you're not really...interested in visitors and I promise not to take up too much of your time. You won't even know I'm there, I swear."

The quiet voice does catch his attention, and Stiles' gaze does flicker up from the game. "Hu-" Lydia definitely takes him by surprise, and his phone squawks as he loses and the pixel duck hits a bus. "Uh. What?"

She says she's lost, and Stiles nods dumbly, spotting the tail and letting his brain catch up with his mouth. A lost pet. Right. "Yes, yes, of course, come on in."

Stiles steps back to let her in, looking for a collar around her neck. No dice. "Of course, it's like 30 degrees outside."

Lydia looks grateful when he looks up and welcomes her inside. A bright smile graces her face and she hurries in when he steps aside to let her in. "Thank you so much, sir," she gushes, turning to face him once she's a little ways into the front foyer. "It is cold, it's very cold, and I promise I won't stay long. I'll just warm up a little and then I'll be on my way so that I can leave you in peace."

She gives him another smile. "You're so kind. Is there anything I can do to thank you before I go?"

"It's alright," Stiles assures, closing the door behind Lydia. Stiles is no expert on pets, but he'd bet Lydia is a purebred, or at least damn close to it. He manages to blink a few times and usher her into the living room. "Come on, come warm up."

"Nah, don't - don't worry about it, really. I'm Stiles." He offers her a small smile. "You could tell me your name?"

The man is kind enough to not only let her inside, but guide her into his sitting room. Lydia is careful to follow only exactly the path he takes, not wanting to wander unintentionally and upset him enough to get herself thrown out again.

"Stiles," she repeats, looking back at him and giving him a warm smile. "You're very kind, Stiles. ...I'm Lydia."

"Please, feel free to sit." He gestures to the couch awkwardly. Stiles has no idea how far she might have come, wandering through Beacon Hills (which, for as small a town as it was, seemed to be pretty damn spread out).

"Lydia. That's a pretty name." Stiles perches on the edge of the couch, on the arm. "Do - uh, mind if I ask where you're from? How you got lost?"

At his gesture, Lydia lowers herself gracefully onto his couch and smiles up at him which only seems to grow with the compliment about her name. "Thank you very much!"

The smile, however, falters a little when he asks where she was from and how she got lost. "Well..." she prefaces awkwardly. Lydia has the grace to look sheepish about it because it's absolutely a bad girl thing to have run off the way she did, but she also doesn't think that lying is going to gain her any points. "...they were taking me to the store...and when they stopped to unload, I ran..."

"You ran away from the store?" Stiles blinks, clearly not having expected that. He tilts his head, observing Lydia. She didn't look like she'd been mistreated; then again, looks could always be deceiving. "Why'd you do that? They weren't good to you?"

He's not upset with her, that much is certain. Stiles doesn't even register the popcorn burning in the kitchen.

Lydia shifts uncomfortably and looks appropriately apologetic. "No, I don't know, they were fine... It's just...I was scared. What if someone really awful bought me? And I know that's wrong and I'm not allowed to think that and I really hope you'll forgive me being candid. But it's the truth. I was scared of who would buy me."

She pauses then, looking curiously around and wrinkling her nose. "...what is that smell...?" she wonders aloud before she can stop herself from saying it.

"It's okay to be nervous." It wasn't, really; or at least, Stiles didn't know that it wasn't. He wasn't a trainer, but he wants Lydia to know he's not mad, not going to punish her for her actions. "But you have to go back, you know that, right? And they'll find someone nice to buy you."

"What?" Stiles blinks at her before the scent registers in his olfactory system and he jumps up, running into the kitchen. He's a bit of a flaily mess, to be honest. "Shit!"

Her tail wraps itself around her waist again almost as if protecting herself and while she appreciates the gentle tone he's using, the reminder that she has to go back, knowing she's due for punishment for running off to begin with, is enough to make her even more uncomfortable than she already is. "...I know..." she says quietly, brow creased.

She opens her mouth to apologize because maybe she stepped out of line, but he's up and running, startling Lydia to jump to her feet, looking after him. The expletive has her moving, following reflexively into the kitchen. "What happened? What can I do to help?" she asks eagerly, peeking around to try to see around his body whether there's damage for her to clean up for him to repay his kindness.

"Don't worry, really. I'm sure they'll understand." Aw, he feels like shit for putting that miserable look on her face. He wants to reach out, to comfort her, but Stiles honestly isn't sure if it would make Lydia feel better or worse. Seriously, he's such a fuck-up.

He opens the microwave and grabs the singed bag, which is perhaps his gravest mistake, since it's fuckin' hot. It's hot and there's butter seeping out of it that burns to the touch. Stiles drops the popcorn, dripping butter on the floor. "Fuck!"

"Ah, no, don't worry about it." Stiles rummages around for a paper towel to pick up the bag. Stiles Stilinski: human disaster.

Once again, her tail wraps itself around her waist as if to hug herself. Thinking about going back and knowing what was going to happen when she did was making her anxious. "Maybe..." she said, not wanting to contradict the man even though she disagreed. There was nothing to understand; she was a runaway.

The expletive surprises Lydia, but she moves forward while he's looking for a paper towel and plucks the bag up by one of its corners, pinching it between her fingernails to avoid burning herself. She put it gingerly down on the counter and then bent again to start to clean up the spilled kernels.

"I don't mind," she insisted, looking up at him and giving him a small smile. "You're kind enough to let me come in and get warm, the least that I can do is help you while I'm here."

...he's very kind and, when she looks him over, she realizes that...he would be nice to her. Maybe if she can prove that she would be a good pet, he would just...let her stay. "Stiles?" she asks. "Let me clean it up?" She's looking back at him and giving him a little smile as she bats her eyebrows a bit. "Unless you already have a pet here to do it for you?"

"No, really, you don't - " Stiles turns around with the paper towels in his clutch, more than a little surprised to find Lydia, already crouched on the floor. He crouches down with her, wiping up the butter and plucking up the kernels alongside her. "I mean, you don't have to do anything, I couldn't like, let you freeze."

He blinks, because Lydia is disarmingly cute, okay. "Uh, I, huh? No - we don't have a pet here."

Stiles offers her a paper towel, because if she insisted on helping, she might as well take a towel.

Lydia smiles brightly when he says they don't have a pet; that means they need one and she would be a good fit, she decides, taking the paper towel from him. She'll prove it so that he won't tell her that she's got to go sooner than later.

Wasting no more time, Lydia cleans the worst of the spill with the dry paper towel before pushing herself to her feet to get a clean paper towel. She helps herself to the sink, turning the faucet on to wet it. Then, she's back on her knees, cleaning the rest of the mess. Finally, she discards the wet paper towel and takes up one last dry one and dries the spot on the floor before looking back at him. "I can clean it with a floor cleaner, too, if you have any?" Lydia offers, big green eyes looking up at him innocently.

Edited (phone tag autocorrect fails ugh sorry. at least I caught it this time?) 2016-01-28 16:10 (UTC)

Stiles takes the whole thing in with a mild air of bewilderment. He can't fathom why she's so apt to jump up and clean up his mess. "No, you really don't - it's totally fine." Stiles assures, offering Lydia a hand off the ground. "Seriously, it's not a big deal - "

He takes a good look at her, the wide, green eyes, sighing a little, just to himself. "Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"

"I don't mind!" Lydia chirps insistently. She wants to impress the boy so that maybe he'll keep her. Then she won't ever have to go back out in the cold and try to find a way to take care of herself. She'd rather take care of him.

But then he asks her if she's hungry and she wants to say no so that she isn't being rude, but her stomach rumbles a little and betrays her before she can even try. "...a little," she admits softly; sheepishly. "But it's okay, you don't have to get me anything."

"Come on, come sit down." Stiles offers, gently guiding her to a seat at the kitchen table. "I've got plenty, seriously. What are you feeling? A sandwich, maybe? I might have some leftover chicken from last night."

It's too late in the evening to take Lydia back to wherever she belongs, anyway. He'll just turn her over to his dad tomorrow and he'll figure out where she wandered from. Yeah, that'll work. So tonight, he'll make sure she's comfortable.

Almost reluctantly, Lydia pushes herself back to her feet and lets him guide her to the table. She's never been asked before what she feels or wants, so she isn't really sure how to answer it. Instead, she gives him an impish little grin and a shrug to go with it. "I want whatever you want," she says dutifully.

"That doesn't answer my question," Stiles says patiently, though he can't help but smile when Lydia does. She has an infectious sort of smile that eeks reciprocation from him. "What's your favorite food?"

It might not answer his question, but the truth is that she's not sure how to answer his question. She shrugs again sheepishly. "I don't know..." she confesses, cheeks turning pink. There are so many foods out there and Lydia knows that, but she's spent the better part of her life on cold cereal, cold cut sandwiches, and the occasional spaghetti. Variety is something that was entirely lacking and she therefore has no gauge. "...what's your favorite food?"

Stiles shakes his head at the deflection, but decides not to pursue it at risk of upsetting her. "I'd have to say curly fries. Not the healthiest choice."

He gets up to rummage around the fridge, swinging it open and pulling out tupperware full of leftovers. "Let's see; chicken, salad, ham - "

Lydia's face lights up. "What are curly fries?" she asks, enthralled. She likes the sound of it, because they're curly and whatever they are, they must be fun to eat, if nothing else. Her elbows are on the table when she leans forward to watch him as he starts looking through the refrigerator. She's had salads, once in a while, usually hand in hand with the spaghetti. The others, she knows what they are but she's never actually eaten them.

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or she could have batted her eyeLASHES if I hadn't missed the autocorrect fail lmfao God

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