Pet Person (AU) Shipping Meme

PET PERSON SHIPPING 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 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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[ooc: Nothing serious, a dusting. Might get more later on this week. Hope its ok tomorrow though, going to get our new dog C:]

Todd was indeed surprised by the move, flipped over as he was.

Normally he might be annoyed with himself for not, on some level, being able to fight it, after all he was an old warrior. But it only meant he ought to get back into sparring.

He chuffed with a smirk. "Cheeky cat." he rumbled, okay with the change in position regardless, fingers caressing along Jim's side, the other burying in his hair to pull him in for another rough kiss. He liked the taste of him.

[!!!! NEW DOG?! Oooh please provide pics of this. Requires proof that new doggo exists. And is a cutie. :3]

Jim had actually sort of expected that move to fail, given that Wraiths, as far as most people were concerned, were this great warrior race who would do horrible things to Humanity (maybe not entirely untrue for the majority but another time and place). He'd been in his fair share of fights, all of them street fights, generally nasty, vicious things with no sense of fair involved, so when he ended up on top, he looked briefly surprised.

At the 'cheeky cat' comment, a surprised was replace with a grin that was lost into the kiss, grunting quietly as he felt a brief brush of flesh and a sharp tooth. He wasn't sure if it cut or not, but he didn't care too much about it. He would heal. (Really, he'd almost died once today, this was nothing in comparison.)

But he did take the time to use one hand to move down Todd's chest, going lower, realizing he didn't know exactly what he would find down there. Wasn't like he stared at alien junk on a regular basis after all.

[ooc: Here's our babu, Freya https://www.instagram.com/p/BNF0LNTApCZ/ She's a 5 month old cocker spaniel C:]

He was over ten thousand years old, give the old commander a break.

Todd drank in that grunt and continued to kiss Jim deeply, running his fingers through his hair and stroking an ear again.

The Wraith was built very similarly to humans. When flaccid, apart from the color of course, it would be hard to tell the difference. But he was far from floppy with all this attention. His hardened length curved up in need, the head tapered, and ridges now stuck out prominently along the side of his shaft.

Todd gave a sharp intake of breath when the cat's fingers eventually found him.

Edited 2016-11-23 03:41 (UTC)

[*SQUEAKS* She is gorgeous! I love her name, too! Congrats on such a sweet little girl!]

Not about to give grandpa a break. Age was only a number, after all.

The stroke across his ear brought out that purr briefly in Jim and between them would be the very faint taste of copper as it proved there had been a small nick to his tongue, but from the way he was kissing back Jim didn't seem to mind one bit. If he wasn't, he might have commented how ridges certainly weren't on the human scale of things, but it was all similar enough that when his hand found its mark, it didn't hesitate. He curled his fingers around, feeling out the length of him curiously and finding the edges of those ridges with a certain surprise-unsurprise. Cock matched the rest of him. How would it feel?

He flexed his wrist, taking his time in curving his palm up and over the head, then slowly back down until he hit against Todd's firm abdomen, then twisted his fingers out and felt below before repeating the whole gesture. With his weight on top, he could keep his hips up and let himself both feel Todd out for himself while getting the commander even more worked up.

[ooc: Thanks C: She is very sweet]

Todd broke the kiss, letting out a long pleased sigh as he was handled, Jim's warm fingers caressing along his shaft, the ridges less like his spine and more like gills in terms of their shape.

He sat up so that Jim was now in his lap. He pulled him close and shooed the cat's hand away from his cock to take both his and Jim's in his hand and rub them against one another. The friction of the other's length against his own was quite wonderful.

One hand busy, his other-his feeding hand-caressing along Jim's chest, the feeding slit wide open, but not to take or give. Like the sensory pits on either side of his nose, his feeding slit acted as another sense.

[Going off this picture...]

When Todd shifted to pick him up, he could feel the strength in the Wraith's body, how easily he did it in one swift motion. The pat to his hand to move it made him arch an eyebrow, but when those long fingers curled around them both he let it turn into a groan. He gave subtle, slow rolls of his hips in time to Todd's stroking with flexes of his thighs, the in-human differences in the feel of their cocks a fascinating combination.

Most people might have been terrified to feel a Wraith's hand across their chest, and even briefly, Jim felt his heart skip before he pulled his shoulders back, offering his chest more by leaning backwards on his hands. He (at least consciously) wasn't afraid that Todd was going to do anything harmful to him so he could enjoy that strange sensation, feeling the tiniest motions of - what? He wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling, but he had to admit he was curious. Why not?

"Show me." His hand came up to brush Todd's wrist in explanation. His eyes were half-lidded, lips pinker and parted from their somewhat rough kissing, but that interest showed in his face.

[ooc: Looks like that except for the tendrils and the lights, must be an early concept drawing.]

Todd rocked his own hips a bit as their lengths rubbed against one another. The occasional caress of the bumps against the head of his own had him groan.

The heat and scent of Jim filled him like never before. Perhaps it was because he was an entirely different species. Not human. Not wraith. The difference was...intriguing.

He'd started to stroke them a little faster when Jim touched his wrist and spoke. He paused, clawed fingers instinctively curling inward to cover the slit, but he nodded and opened his hand to allow Jim to touch him. He wouldn't hurt him, he trusted the cat wouldn't hurt him either.

The slit, most of the time no more than that, was wide open now, dark gray inside and glistening with enzyme. The small pores that circled it all held tiny barbs, which, when he fed, would sink into his victim and latch on, making it almost impossible to dislodge. It was dangerous, but also very sensitive.

[I wasn't sure what I was looking for and it looked pretty legit. ^^;]

How many people had ever gotten the chance to safely look at this not-so-delicate feeding organ? It left Jim wondering as he shifted himself enough to not to need to balance on a hand then brought up one to investigate. His hips didn't stop entirely, moving slower, less rushed, while his attention went to Todd's hand.

One fingertip traced around the outside edge, uncertain of what those pores were as he hadn't been subject to those barbs, thankfully, but brushing right to the edge and curving over it to feel the beginning of slickness. His eyes lifted to watch Todd's face, infinitely curious what it felt like for the Wraith, showing no fear at all of what he was touching despite the danger it could have held. It was a little like holding a gun or a knife, yet easily more intimate.

Likely the few that got to were the worshipers and scientists with dead wraith on their table.

As for Todd, it was easy to see he was enjoying the small but intimate touch. His other hand had slowed to a stop on their length as Jim's fingers caressed over the sensitive organ.

He'd allowed few apart from other wraith to touch him like this.

He closed his eyes, mouth open slightly as the cat teased him.

At least it was clear that Todd was enjoying it. Jim's head tilted ever so slightly as a grin started to crawl over his lips, and he found himself murmuring, "...what does it feel like? How far can I touch inside?" Even if he was brash, and he would push, he wasn't the kind to invade somewhere he wasn't allowed when it came to fun in the bed. His finger circled a tiny bit deeper, feeling the wetness but uncertain of exactly what it was.

Todd knew he was revealing a lot by letting Jim know what he liked, but he didn't mind. Jim was Jim. He seriously doubted the cat would go up to the tallest roof next time they were in town and tell the world how he made a Wraith groan.

"That's about as far as you can go." he rumbled. Further in was a thin barb that injected the enzyme. He wouldn't be able to touch it as the hole was too tiny and set a good ways in, but it would be uncomfortable to Todd if Jim probed much deeper. What Jim was currently touching, the slick strange folds, was what did the "life sucking" much like a leech. Though, of course, it wasn't being used.

Jim murmured something quietly, a sound of reassurance to his partner, letting his finger complete the next slow circle of the slit before he lifted his gaze. There was amusement there along with heated interest, a keen expression that wanted this to feel good for both of them and getting those sounds out of Todd were exactly what he was hoping for. He rubbed his fingers together, smearing the wetness there, before he brought them back to Todd's wrist and returned his hand to where it originally had been on his chest. Silent sign of continuation, trust, and desire.

Along with a roll of his hips, Jim brought both of their attention back to their touching hardness, the sweet ache of it bringing a show of his canines before he gave a pleased growl. He wondered briefly how far Todd planned to go tonight. He'd be happy to spill his seed into the stroking palm with Todd against him, curious about more if the other went that far, but he was letting Todd set that destination... for now. If it became more regular, he would push for more, but not the first time.

After the teasing to his slit, the stroking of their cocks felt almost bland in comparison.

Only for a moment anyway.

Brought back to their need, he started stroking the both of them in earnest, sliding his hand along Jim's chest down to rest on his thigh as they rolled their hips into one another.

For the time being, the wraith was content with the frotting, jerking the both of them off until, finally, they both spilled over. His grip on Jim's thigh tightened and he let out a deep growl of pleasure as he came, cum spattering on hand and stomach, and he continued to stroke both of their cocks until there was nothing more to give.

Jim gave a grunt when he released, his eyes closing tightly as his body tensed, lips slightly parted as his head tilted back. It was easy to see why people wanted petpeople as pets; they were beautiful. He breathed hard through the end of it, his shoulders slowly lowering before he let his eyes open, focusing on the Wraith through his haze. There was curiosity there that he couldn't help, curious as to what the other's expression was.

He also couldn't help his fingers playing through the combination of their mess, seeing what it felt like against the pads. It was a learning experience, being with a Wraith.

Indeed Jim was...beautiful. He was glad he'd taken this troublesome cat in.

Todd's breathing quickly returned to normal-wraith had a high stamina in everything-and watched as Jim played with their cum, giving a soft chuckle and withdrawing his hand at the other's fascination.

He cleaned his hand off on the sheet and resting his back against the headboard.

"Well? Is your curiosity satisfied?" he asked with a grin.

Well, fine then. Jim matched Todd in a wipe of his hand before he shifted his weight back off of Todd's lap, laying himself back in that somewhat boneless way only cats and very dexterous people could manage, still slightly panting and cheek flushed but already regaining his focus as he smirked. "You know what they say about the cat and curiosity. It even brought me back."

He stretched out a leg, his tail lazily tail twitching against the side of the bed. "Give me ten minutes and I could go around round." Not bragging (okay, maybe a little) but an easy fact for him. The cats had been designed purely on the notion of someone wanting a literal sex kitten back in the days, and some of that definitely remained in later models.

"You're under the impression I want more" he chuckled, then shook his head slightly. "Not tonight. You need to sleep off the enzyme." he said, being the level head here.

"We'll have more fun such as this once its all passed."

It'd been a very long night. Best take things one at a time.

It was almost like Todd had been able to read his body better than himself because Jim found himself yawning wide, throwing up a hand to cover it, as Todd mentioned sleep. "Alright, alright, you win this round," he said at the ironic timing, but he did pull himself up and gave a very un-self conscious stretch of his body before he walked into the bathroom, tail swaying behind him.

He returned with a warm rag and a towel, giving Todd a clean off and a quick dry. No point in dealing with the mess all night. "Just cleaned probably $10,000 off of you," he said in a joking tone, looking amused as he did the same to himself. "Maybe another ten off me."

Todd allowed Jim to clean him up. Sheet would have to be washed but they didn't get much on them.

When he pointed out how much his semen cost he cocked his head in curiosity. Was he worth so much? Interesting.

Made him think if he too was worth anything in such a way. Area 51 had its share of dead Wraith to examine but live samples of anything were likely gold to them. Perhaps, if he were ever suffering financially it'd be far better to offer such to them than cheat the system at a casino.

"You're worth more to me than money, Jim." he said, settling back in the pillows. He wouldn't give the cat up for such.

"That's why I don't worry about telling you that," Jim said with a pointedly raised eyebrow. It was a show of trust, knowing the other wouldn't exploit him. He vanished into the bathroom briefly again, long enough to give the washcloth a rinse and throw them both into the laundry, before he came back. It was easier to curl up beside the Wraith, his body relaxing and a purr escaping him.

Even his tail lay flat against the bed, a real sign of how relaxed he was as he fit himself against Todd with none of the tension from earlier. If he could make it through the night without nightmares, it would be a good night.

There were people on the black market that would kill for a fertile male catperson. People wanted to try to make new catpeople to go against the market. Wanted to figure out how to alter the DNA to get the enchanced body and create stronger people. Some who believed they could have little catpeople babies with a male. All sorts of ridiculous things, and that was on top of the basic idea that people still paid for stud services like they were mere animals.

He'd do his best to ensure Jim's life was never turned into becoming a stud.

As he lay waiting for the cat to return, he wondered if perhaps the one who'd shot Jim was trying to catch him and do just that. Perhaps he meant to only cripple him but instead blew a hole in his side and panicked, making a run for it?

Who knew?

One thing was for certain, he'd think about getting his fence electrified to stop these trespassers for good.

Todd curled up against the cat after he settled down, and, before long, was asleep with him.

When morning came, Todd would find himself alone. However it wouldn't take more than a moment or two (or sniff or two) to realize that someone was cooking (or attempting to cook) downstairs with music playing. Jim was still just as naked as he'd left upstairs, tail swaying as he hummed quietly to the music, with what looked like an omelette going in the pan and directions on cooking said omelette open in a nearby cookbook.

One ear cocked back when he heard Todd on the stairs, and he gave a little wiggle of his backside to show he knew the other was there. "Morning." The smile on his lips was unseen, but it was evident in his voice.

Todd slept in for once, not so much as stirring when the cat left him, dead to the world after all the excitement last night.

He eventually woke, wondering why he couldn't see the sky through the skylight. Eventually it registered it was because it was covered in snow. He sat up and hauled himself out of bed, pulling his robe on, and coming down.

The wraith's hair was a mess-more so than usual-and he stared at the cat awhile-hard not to this early in the morning and pantsless-before returning the greeting with a chuff.

"No lingering side-effects?" he asked, sitting at the island to observe his work.

There was bacon off to the side, though it might have been in the 'very crispy' category, and given the extra egg shells, this wasn't Jim's first crack at making them. Still, he was getting better thanks to Todd's lessons. The eggs currently in the pan looked like they were surviving this round of becoming omelettes and the chopped up veggies nearby were looking good.

"I'll admit that I ate most of the bacon already. I woke up... starving in a way I haven't been in a long time." He glanced over his shoulder, his tail giving a more violent flip behind him "And a few pieces of toast. But I feel..." He hesitated, looking down at the omelette and giving it a needless poke with his spatula. "Different? I don't know how to put it. I don't know if that's the whole 'brush with death' thing or the whole 'returned to life by Wraith magic' thing. It didn't feel like this the first time."

His sudden appetite was likely thanks to the enzyme now burnt out of his system and his body now craving food to replace the energy it had given him. Also he hadn't eaten much yesterday so there was that as well.

"First time?" he asked, getting the orange juice from the fridge and pouring them both a glass.

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