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! |
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Vish | OC | OTA
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[Vish had been through several homes already, being returned to the kennel after only being in the homes a short time. It wasn't that he was a bad dog, per se, but he had far more energy, strength, and willfulness then most people were willing to take on. They wanted pets that required much less effort.
That didn't keep him from still running towards the front of his kennel whenever someone new walked in, small cropped tail wagging furiously. Perhaps it was merely his looks that had encouraged Beth to adopt him on a whim. It had been the case before, for there was no denying that Vish definitely was good-looking at just a glance. The volunteers gave her his collar, leash, and a starter set of supplies, wishing her good luck. They all wondered if this time the adoption for Vish would stick.
When they got back to her home, it became immediately apparent just how much energy Vish was going to possess, for he ran all over the place hither and thither, a chaotic force of energy that was going to start destroying whatever was in his path soon enough. When he finally came to a stop, he flopped onto the nearest couch, still brimming with happiness, and chattering away.]
This is a nice place! I'm so glad to be here! Where do you sleep? Where do I sleep? When is dinner?
Solarion Amenetheur | original | m/m
Preferably tied to together with a dominant pet, but it's not necessary! (He's just going to still be bottoming, even if he's the dominant.)]
Juri | original | m/m
if only half of one. Any of the options are good, but therapeutic would be apt, probably alongside/with stray and maybe all sex all the time.I'd also be really interested in a pet/pet thing? Where the owner gets a second pet (unplanned, out of pity for the weird-looking stray, or intentionally as a companion for the first pet), and the original pet is either feeling territorial and needs to put the newcomer in his place, or all too happy to have a companion. The other being a cat, bird or dog would probably be most suitable, I think.]
akemi morishita | original | m/m
Julian Bryant | OC | M/M
Julian would probably adopt from a shelter or take in a stray, and would be more interested in a canine, whether they're a domestic dog or something more exotic.
Kink list is here.]
Elias Ainsworth // Ancient Magus Bride // OTA18+
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But something about this one had stuck with Potemkin, and, well, Potemkin can't fault anything for being unique.
He sits quietly right outside the door of its carrier, crouching and sitting on his ankles in his best effort to look smaller. He doesn't call for it to come out; he'll give it as long as it needs.]
is all good! i'm not familiar with guilty gear so lmk if anything needs changing!
He'd been used in the Great War, where PetPersons seemed to have first started out, but his origins were unknown, let alone what sort of animal he was.
After the war he'd been passed around the higher ups as a way to keep an eye on him, but as blood lines died out and they treated him more of a nuisance than anything, he left, settling in the wilds of the London countryside, content to be alone.
Until the need for food and shelter took precedence. Then humans tried keeping him for aesthetic reasons or, in one case, tried to make him fight in the pits. Eventually he'd some to a shelter and put under "troublesome exotic". And there he stayed for a year.
Finally a stranger came to look at him and decided to take him home. He expected this to be just another place and he'd either be brought back to the shelter in a short time, or he'd have to leave of his own accord. He'd not fight again.
He was far too big for the standard carrier crates-his horns alone couldn't fit-but he had the ability to become a shadow, and so had settled inside a small crate on the ride home, red eyes within the blackness the only give away he was still in it at all.
The door was opened and the big...man...? Stepped away, then crouched, allowing Elias to come out in his own time. But he didn't like cramped spaces, shadow or not and soon trickled out of the crate and resumed his form.
Elias was ten feet tall, body covered in fur and feathers. His legs were canine and his hands were long and clawed. He also had a fish tail, though it was neither wet not slimy, more like a snake's in texture.
He looked around what was to be his new home.
Sorry I had to stay in a place without internet
Despite all that, the existence of something like Elias is a reminder that Potemkin is still merely human.
Potemkin notices Elias surveying his environment. He won't find much that's notable; Potemkin kept his place clean, a reflection of its owner's efficient and severe lifestyle. Perhaps he'll find more help from a voice.
"You're not lost. This is my home. I suppose it's going to be you and me from now on."
is ok!
He began to explore, switching from between two legs to four and back to two as he made his way around. Despite his size, he didn't knock into anything.
"What's expected of me?" he asked further, going into the kitchen. The place was nicely cleaned, he took a peek into the fridge. Was his new owner a cook, or primarily bought meals out?
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In preparation for bringing home Elias Potemkin had stocked up on multiple boxes of kibble, of mysterious content but nonetheless sold with plenty of reassurance to Potemkin to be the very best for his needs. Now that the time has come where Elias might be hungry, Potemkin is having last second thoughts. Is he really going to eat this? What do these even taste like?
Finally Potemkin is direct. "What do you eat?"
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A look in the fridge-originally just to see how well his new owner ate-almost had him drooling. He ate very well it seemed. Fresh fruit and vegetables, meat, juice, cheese, preserves, it was a feast for the eyes.
It took Elias a moment to reply, very distracted.
He looked to him, hopeful. “Anything except kibble”
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“I can do that. Actually, it’s about time for brunch.”
Potemkin joins Elias in the kitchen. As he starts reaching out for ingredients, it occurs to him that this is the first time he’s ever cooked for another. The feeling is an odd one he can’t quite put a name to, but be wouldn’t call it a bad realization. It does however make him more conscious to not let his permanent guest down.
Bread for toast seems like a good start. After leaving a pair (or several pairs) of slices in the toaster, Potemkin starts pulling from the package of eggs that he got recently, only needing two fingers for holding each one.
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Elias moved out of the way to let Potemkin work. He was always a disaster in the kitchen so it was best to watch and only help if asked.
Soon the place started to smell of good things. Toasted bread, fried eggs...
"Where do you usually eat? At the table or on the couch?" he asked, maneuvering around his new owner to get dishes and cups, finding some juice in the fridge and pouring them both large glasses.
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“The table,” Potemkin answered from the stove. Potemkin may have been a table of himself (until now), but there was no reason to not be orderly.
Potemkin has a job to do, but he still makes a curious look over at what Elias is doing. He didn’t expect help, and honestly would have been fine if Elias never contributed anything in return for his care, but the intuition of his pet impresses him.
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After everything was set up, he watched his owner work, the care he took in breaking eggs...as well as opening cabinets? He did take note of how more sturdy than usual they seemed to be.
"Why is everything so...reinforced?" he asked
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Potemkin's eyes subconsciously moved to his hands, large enough to pick up a man like a doll. "In the past I have failed to measure my strength correctly. I practice my discipline every day to make that ever less of an occurrence, but the reinforcements help out."
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"So long as you don't try to break me, I think a few torn hinges is fine." he chuckled a little.
Once the toast was toasted, buttered, and plated, Elias dug into the simple but very much appreciated meal. However, he ate with all the manners of a gentleman and despite the lack of facial skin, didn't drop a crumb.
"Its delicious, thank you" he said, savoring every bite.
saki mizushima | im@s | m/m
Reinhardt Wilhelm | Overwatch | OTA
Option 1: Dog type, very loyal and full of energy. His traits are most like that of a Great Pyrenees, with perky ears, full mane, and a large, bushy tail, all white. Very happy to be around others, but also very protective.
Option 2: Bear type, and with his stature, most likely taking after a Polar bear, with clear hair and fur that looks white in bunches. No tail, but he does have small ears and rather wicked claws. Once again, very energetic and protective of those he bonds with.]
picking up where we stopped, lmk if anything should be changed!
He pulled the napkin from his pocket, looking at the number.
Reinhardt Wilhelm.
The big man offered him a chance. A real home for the panther.
Should he try for it?
He pulled out his phone and texted the number.
It’s Gabriel.
If the offer is still open, I’m where we first met.
He sent it, heart pounding a little too much in his black ears, waiting for a “Read @“...or a reply.
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However, as soon as he had a moment to breathe, Reinhardt checked his phone.
Gabriel.
His heart began to pound as he started thinking about the night they had together, the good and not so good portions of it. In truth, he never really stopped thinking about it when he had downtime. Gabriel was...he was stunning. And his scars and demeanor told a tale that Reinhardt couldn't just ignore. Wasted opportunities.
If the offer is still open, I'm where we first met.
Reinhardt fumbled a bit with the phone before typing out his own hasty response.
i will be there : )
And several hours later, Reinhardt kept his promise, telling Brigitte the city seemed like a good place to maybe net another job before leaving their trailer. He walked the city streets intil he came across the pleasure house. He waited a few minutes, then took out his phone.
I am here. outside.
Unless you wanted to meet inside?
I can do either. Or the bar.
Wherever you are comfortable.
:)
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Stupid. He was so stupid to think that the guy actually gave a shit.
He went into the house and worked until he was raw tired, anything to take his mind off the big man, though still checked his phone...a glimmer of hope still there as the reply went untouched. he was busy, he was an old guy he didn't check his phone every moment...Nothing.
As he was nearly home for the night-or rather morning-exhausted beyond measure, his phone vibrated and he looked at the message, needing to reread it a couple times to process it.
Realizing he must have just missed him, Gabriel bolted back down a short cut without replying, running until his lungs couldn't take it and then kept running, seeing Reinhardt outside the pleasure house after only a couple minutes.
"Reinhardt!" he called out, slowing down and then coming to a stop, sure his heart was going to burst from the thrill and run.
"You had me worried" he laughed dryly, "Thought it was all hoax when you didn't reply."
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He didn't hear Gabriel up until the smaller man shouted out to him, and just hearing him speak caused Reinhardt to brighten. He turned and waved with his own jovial "Hello!" as he watched Gabriel approach.
"A hoax?" Reinhardt laughed at the idea. "I try not to lie whenever possible. I am sorry that I did not respond sooner. I was actually...not in town. We move around often, Brigitte and I." He smiles wryly. "I hope you would not mind spending time with her as well. She is my squire."
A beat. Then he realized how that could be taken, and he lifted his hands in pre-emptive placation. "Not in an...intimate way. Just that, if you decide to come with me, she will also be there. So shared space will be a thing you will have to deal with. If that is fine."
"Otherwise, what you can expect is a lot of travel. We follow trouble, and we fight our enemies with no reservations. You can join us, if you wish, or you could stay behind whenever we are on such duties."
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He wondered if he ought to talk to his landlord about leaving, but decided not just yet, he was paid up for the rest of the month so if this went sideways, then at least he wouldn't be homeless.
The panther flicked his tail, chuckling a little, "So long as she's not around you all the time I think we'll be fine." The image of a little girl paddling after this big man with a sword three times her size seemed to fit the bill of description until he met her. "Don't want her in the room when we're...having fun." he smirked a little. Make no mistake, he was happy about a potential home, but also the fact the old guy could fuck him like he hadn't been in some time was a juicy bonus.
"I could use a shower and some sleep though." he admitted. He did a post job clean up but still, he liked a long hot shower and a soak when possible after a rigorous night. He'd taken on a lot this evening, hoping to put the thought of Reinhardt out of his mind and purge his body of feeling so good after being with him.
He was actually glad it'd been in vain.