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Pet People

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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[Happy to take either role! ~~He's clearly some kind of chocobo as it is~~.]

[OOC: Kennel stuff to go along with the way Prompto was raised?]

[ooc: I could do something with that! Any sort of preference to a race? I'll pretty much go along with whatever you start with. I'm less keen on sexy times with canons I don't know, which I hope isn't an issue, but happy to play!]

[OOC: Chocobo is perfectly fine with me!

He's an OC - don't have quite the variety of icons just yet, still waiting on some art - but that's fine, I don't mind.]

[Thistle didn't have a very large place, and that's how he ended up volunteering at a kennel. If he was going to be a pet owner, he wanted to be responsible - have the space, the money, and the time to dedicate to his pet. Right now he was getting by, but he didn't think he had enough to really care for a pet. Still, he wanted to help, so he'd decided to volunteer to make a difference.

On the first day he'd quickly discovered the kennel wasn't the funnest of places. Most people seemed to be going through the motions. It wasn't very lively and most pets felt... well, mostly forgotten. They got their food and their shelter and not much else.

He didn't want to be that way. He came here to make their lives better, not just to make sure they were still alive. He tried to stop and spend time with the different pets - hold the old dog who spent most of his time sleeping now, pet the kittens who had been rejected for some reason or another, comfort the grieving little hamster that had lost its owner... There were many there, all with a sad story.

That's when he got to Prompto. He had no idea why no one had taken him in. Maybe because he was smaller than most chocobos, but Thistle thought he was adorable. He put on a big smile when he opened the pen to bring his food in.]

There's my little chocobean! How are you doing today?

[There's a lot of muttered reasons about why people don't want this particular one. He's a bit on the small side, he gets startled particularly easy even for a chocobo, and he's very, very hyper. But still, when he sees the familiar face, there's a visible fluff of the cascade of tiny feathers around his head and in the perk of his tail. He immediately comes right on over, letting out a sound that is distinctly not human before a more natural voice comes out.]

Thistle! I'm good! It's great out, isn't it??

[He has no issue in coming in close, peering with all curiosity in those bright eyes.

They've also mentioned that people get turned away from him when he'll tuck himself into a corner of his pen, almost like he was depressed.]

Tell me you've got breakfast? Please? Kweh?

[He smiled brightly as Prompto scurried over to him. He always did seem to be full of energy, though he knew it had to be hard being cooped up here all the time. They were alike, in some ways, both trying to hide bad feelings behind a smile.]

It is. Maybe I'll be able to take you out for a walk today.

[He didn't always get the go ahead, but it never hurt to try.

Plucking a berry off the top of the pile, he held it up between thumb and finger.]

Say "ah"!

[The flare of golden feathers that made up Prompto's tail all but shivered at the mention of being able to go out on a walk.]

I'd love to go out.

[That was putting it mildly. He wanted to be able to run as far and as fast as he wanted but he was here instead. This place was safe and he had no idea how to defend or care for himself out in the wild. Chocobos were supposed to be kept safe.

Still, he does just as asked and opens his mouth, then happily chews on the berry when its popped in. With a lick of his lips, he'll eagerly for go for his breakfast, toes digging into the soil under him. While his fingers seemed quite human, the tough feet and their ending talons gave him away as much as anything else.]

Are you gonna be around all day? [Definitely with interest. Maybe he'd have the chance to spend the whole day out.]

Cutie.

[He had a tendency to throw little compliments around here and there, and laughed softly when Prompto so eagerly took the berry before handing him the bowl with the rest.]

It's the weekend, so I can stay as long as I want.

How about I fix up your feathers while you finish your breakfast, then we can see if you can go out?

[He gestured towards a seat. Of course, there were some tools about for him to use, and he grabbed a spray bottle among some other things. Prompto didn't seem all that bad since he had been keeping him groomed, but he didn't want to get negligent.]

[There was no bird that didn't like to be preened. Prompto gave a firm nod and quickly settled himself down, shifting until he was sure all of his tail feathers were free. That doesn't stop him from happily popping berries into his mouth, staining it black and red in his eagerness, and unsurprisingly, still talking.]

I heard there's people coming up to the shelter today. Rumor's that they're looking for a bird.

[They both know what that means. Another chance, maybe, for him to get adopted. The chocobo no one's wanted in all of this time, but Prompto is always hopeful when he knows people are coming.]

[When Prompto got settled, there would be a sudden little spritz behind him and a cool mist of water. He combed through some of the hair, gently getting out little tangles that might be forming, before gently going through his feathers with a fine brush.]

Sounds like you'll have a home soon, then. I don't see how they could resist adopting such an adorable chick.

[Okay, maybe Prompto was a little old to be calling him a 'chick', but still. He was pretty cute.

He started with his top feathers and knelt down to get his lower feathers, going through them one at a time to get them clean. It was fortunate that things like this had been pretty routine, so those fluffy feathers seemed to be looking fine.]

We'll have to make sure we get back before they come. You wouldn't want to miss them.

[He grabbed a blow dryer and went over him almost haphazardly, never keeping it in one spot too long. Couldn't let him get cold from being wet.]

Did you hear what time they're coming?

[The mist would pull a musical little sound out of Prompto and he tosses his head a little, the instinct to mirror what true birds due deep in his genes. He does settle to be combed though, his eyes mostly closed as he enjoys the feeling of being taken care of. While Thistle goes through his tail feathers, he finishes off his breakfast, patiently waiting. He's never not restless, but that's not necessarily bad for a chocobo who are born to run.]

Do you really think so? [There's still such hope in his voice even after all of this time.] I know they're coming sometime this afternoon, but that's about it?

[He fluffs up his tail feathers to get the hot air to hit all of them, then gives them, then his whole body, a hard shake. A feather falls out which Prompto grabs out of the air before it can hit the ground. He spins it between his fingers before he gets an idea, turning around and with a deft hand, tucks the feather behind Thistle's ear.]

Of course! I'd adopt you in a heartbeat if my place wasn't so small.

[He giggled a little, doing nothing to stop Prompto as the feather was placed in his hair, and even turning his head slightly for him when he saw what he was doing. With a mischievous flutter of his eyelashes, he asked.]

Think I could pass for a bird?

[His hair was a vivid golden blonde naturally, not being too far off the natural color of a chocobo. He put up the hair dryer, and grabbed a little washcloth to dab away any berry bits that Prompto had on his face.]

[Prompto stays still long enough to get mopped up before he laughs, stretching out as long as he can before tilting his head.]

Can you sing? [He'll give a little croon of sound like a chocobo calling for a chick, a sound he's heard but can't remember from his past.]

If you can sing, you can pass for a bird.

[He gave a decidedly human hum, not having any particularly great singing skills but not being that bad to listen to. He was thoroughly average. He couldn't make the little whistles or chirping sounds that a bird could.]

How's that?

[Reaching out, he took Prompto's hand to lead him out of the pen, not too worried. Prompto was... spirited, but he was a good boy.]

Not bad!

[Prompto immediately gave a thrill of sound somewhere from the back of his throat and took the hand, taking a breath when he was outside of the pen and letting go, stretching himself out as if he couldn't do it in there.]

Maaaaaan. I don't know why I always feel so cooped up in there but this always feels like the best. <

[He had more than enough room to stretch and move in his pen, but outright running was never going to be a thing.]

I'd hate being cooped up inside all day, too. There's no replacement lights for the sun.

[He led him by the hand at first, until they got up front and he had to spend a little time telling the receptionist that he was taking Prompto for a walk and get everything sorted. Fortunately, or unfortunately, people tended to be a little 'lax' there because there wasn't much at risk. Who was going to complain if one of the pets disappeared? No one would even notice outside of the kennel.

He led him outside to a fairly modern street. The kennel was a small building seemingly shoved in the middle of a bunch of other buildings, plopped somewhere in the middle of a city. It wasn't the place to go and see nature, but there were different options around.]

Where do you want to go? We could walk down the trail in the park. Or go to the Daylight Festival. Or... We could always go to the mall.

[He liked to give some options, let the pets see the world. Sometimes he'd throw things like 'the museum' or a monument in there. He didn't want their outdoor time to be as monotonous as their indoor time.]

[So I apologize - somehow this tag never went through?? This is what I get for attempted phone tagging on the fly >.<]

Anywhere! [Prompto was trying to look at everything at once, but he knew Thistle would want him to decide so he thought on it before tilting his head.] Daylight Festival? What's that?

[Then tilted his head up to the sun. It made his feathers brighter, brought out the freckles on his cheeks. His talons scraped against the sidewalk before he lifted a foot up, balanced easily on one leg as the other tried to tuck it itself up agaisnt his body. Sun bathing was always a good plan, too.]

[OOC: No problem. I've had stuff like that happen to me, too.]

Nothing that unique. Just a little festival with some games and rides. And shops.

[He already started walking that way, letting Prompto follow him on his own.]

There's a big slide and a fun house there. Should be lots of good food, too.

[Now that they were outside, they could actually hear the sounds of the festival in the distance. Yelling and screaming and hundreds of people chattering away.]

I think there's even a pet show.

A pet show?? [He was clearly curious but then again he was curious about everything. Even left to his own devices he still followed along behind Thistle, occasionally plastering himself to a window to peer in at something that caught his eye (shiny things always managed that) or crouch over to smell a flower but he never got too far behind. At least he was still listening.]

As in me kind of pet or actual animal pet-pets?

[He might have been a pet himself, if someone would adopt him, but he had an absolute fascination with other animals.]

[He'd pause to wait for him, always staying within a certain distance. He trusted Prompto but... Prompto also tended to get a little distracted. He wasn't about to walk off without him.]

You know, I'm not sure. We can check when we get there.

[He slowed for a moment to get close to him.]

If there's a show for birds I should enter you in it and win a bunch of money for "Cutest Chocobo".

[The entrance to the festival had some non-spectacular booths just behind an archway. It was a small local gathering, so everything was stuff that could be put together and taken apart in a matter of days.

He paused as they approached a large public fountain where someone was taking pictures for money.]

Should we get a picture? Then we'll have something to remember each other by.

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Prompto Argentum | FFXV

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