what the pug

[thesearesocks]

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.

Comments

Eric Banyon - Bedlam's Bard - OTA

[bedlams_bard]

[Eric is a literal caged songbird with a pair of wings too small to fly with and a trilling sound to his voice when he sings. They say his song is literally magic. Not looking for smut.]

Spock | Star Trek AoS | OTA

[improbable_logic]

((So! There is this theory that Vulcans evolved from cats and still maintains some of those traits. I am all about expanding on that for the lulz. Smut is fine, but hopefully with plot too. No pregnancy, obviously.

Only semi-related: Jim & Spock get turned into cats art.

Ooc aside: the text by the paw prints is really difficult to read on dark mode without highlighting everything.))

Cassim | Aladdin and the King of Thieves | OTA20+

[daddystreetrat]

[An old stray tiger who isn't really into the idea of settling down again.]

Peter Parker | MCU | OTA

[spider_m4n]

[ooc: Peter is an energetic and curious bengal kitten, that instead of most felines he sometimes acts more like an eager puppy.

He has some beautiful markings, a ringed tail and spots on his flanks. Right on the middle of his forehead he seems to have a spider-like mark.]

[call_4766626]

Sometimes Tony thought about Bernard, the flamingo that his father had. As crotchety as that old bird had been through his childhood, he still remembered how he doted on Howard. And how Howard spared as much time for his pet as he did for his son.

Having given up on the womanizing for Tony's mom, he shifted his wandering eye to other pet people as well, and Tony hadn't been short of playmates. But they came and went, he never felt bonded to any of them, and neither did Howard. Apparently the bond with Bernard was never enough to make any effort with him though and the grumpy bird clearly pined and pined until he stopped eating and died.

Tony had thought about getting a pet for himself a few times, but he knew how much he took after his dad, so he never inflicted that kind of pain on any animal person or human. Damn Pepper, and damn her bringing him a gift in a big red bow.

[spider_m4n]

The box had made him feel anxious, Peter hated being held in carriers or small spaces. And to make things even worse, they had bathem him before that. Several hands had forced him to stay still as he was scrubbed and rubbed, washed and perfumed before that nice lady placed that big pretty bow around his neck.

Peter had played with it a bit, but he had been gently chastized. It was enough for him to stop and try and be a good boy. But nobody had told him about the box!

The second it was opened, it was as if light had filled it along a wave of fresh air. Peter hopped straight out of the carbox prison, standing on all fours as he glanced around.

This didn't look like home. This was bigger than the little apartment where he was raised. But the nice lady was there. And also a man.

Peter approached him right away, neck craned as he tried to sniff his hand.

[call_4766626]

There was a slight scowl on Tony's face as the creature was let loose in his pristine apartment. He knew that he'd given Pepper some misfires as gifts over the years, but she normally knew him better than he knew himself.

"A cat? Am I going to have litter boxes and shit everywhere now?" He asked as the feline approached. He didn't draw his hand away when he leaned in to sniff it, though he didn't move it closer either.

"I didn't think you'd want to walk a dog in the city. I can't see you going to a dog park."

He didn't know why he had to have an animal at all. Except... He'd always wanted one, hadn't he?

Leanne | Fire Emblem | F/M

[song_princess]

[This is my jam! I can play Leanne as either an owner who tries to spoil her pet. Or as one of these animals: Fox, birb, wolf or cat.]

[fursploding_since_95]

[If a late tag is fine- Kevin here is a Beastman, people who turn into wolf-men every night more or less, with a terrible childhood and a gentle nature despite being trained to be the strongest of his pack- Leanne being the owner spoiling a poor neglected and abused wolf-boy sounds like just the kind of sweetness the doctor ordered. Would you be interested in that?]

[song_princess]

[OMG yes!! She would pamper him and spoil him by getting his favorite types of clothes, food and shampoos/soaps. She would also give him daily brushings as well to help with the pampering. ]

[fursploding_since_95]

[And through it all he would be so very confused, and deep down VERY attached to the girl doing all of this for him- enough so to want her to be happy in every single way he can make her... whether that is sweet and tender or giving her the K. But- is there any particular prompt you'd like to play out here, or should it just be a sweet thread about her pampering him that gradually turns for the more romantic / lewd?]

akemi morishita | original | m/m

[cupidite]

( either an affectionate lop rabbit or a ragdoll cat that would prefer to remain a stray. )

Wei Wuxian | MDZS | OTA

[scaredofdogs]

[If you want a fox as a pet, here is your chance!]

Some kind of dragonji/foxxian AU?

[inquiryguqin]

They're a strange pair, a dragon and a fox fairy spirit, but over time they become mates. Being a stronger species, the Lan Clan of dragons are known to be protectors of the forest in Gusu. The people in Gusu city worshipped them as forest deities, leaving them offerings at their temple in exchange for blessings, protection, and good luck.

Every evening, the dragon known as Lan Wangji collects his pile of offerings from the temple to bring back to his jingshi house in the forest. Whatever he has, he shared with his mate, often his favorites of chickens and liquor the people offered at the temple, while he preferred to snack on fruits and loquats.

Searching for his fox within his house, "Wei Ying? I brought offerings from the temple. For you." As presents his offerings as a daily gift to him. "The humans look upon us very favorably."

[scaredofdogs]

Wei Wuxian comes bouncing out from the back rooms as he hears his mate voice signaling his return to the house. Sometimes he wanders around the woods hunting and over times he simply spends his day playing his flute and lounging in a tree. Today he had been trying to tidy up the little home. He doesn't particularly like cleaning but he doesn't like being idle even more.

"Welcome back, Lan Zhan! What did you bring me today?" His tail swishes behind him excitedly at the daily offerings as he comes to help relieve the man's arms of his treasures.

[inquiryguqin]

Wei Wuxian is such a handsome fox that Lan wangji fell in love hard and fast and let him in as his mate, turning his jingshi into their home and den. While there is opposition in his clan in taking a different species as his mate, the dust quickly settled and Lan Wangji made it known that he's one he wanted. They only shake their heads, knowing it's a heat-driven of mating season.

He only smiles, his golden eyes seem to shine whenever he sees him. He offers his gifts, wanting his fox to be pleased as he enjoys courting him with his treasures and gifts.

"Lots of goodies. Flowers, fruits, and chickens just for you." He laid the gifts on the table for his mate to inspect and pick. From the cooked chickens, the bright red apples, bunches of bright berries, and juicy loquats. "We can start eating, the humans want us to have a feast. They pray for good weather for their crops and good luck in a raise of wealth."

Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[Cat? Bat? Fairy? She could also be an affectionate pet owner too. Here for pet play, and leaning F/F if she's dominant.]]

Tony Stark // MCU // OTA

[call_4766626]

(ooc: Tony is a sugarglider. He has big, expressive ears, a long, furred tail and has a soft velvety gray fuzz on much of his body. The markings on his face make his already big eyes look like they're covered by sunglasses and dark lines framing his jaw and mouth. He has springy skin between his arms and legs which are barely noticeable unless he spreads his limbs wide. He's more active at night than the day and is a grouch if you wake him)

[spider_m4n]

It wasn't exactly a show and tell kind of thing. But Tony was an exotic pet still and one of his tutors had considered it would make an interesting example for their biology class, specially now that they were discussing pet people.

The class had went smooth, Tony seemed was always eager to show off and wasn't all that bothered to havea crowd watching him.

"You were great today, bud," Peter told him as he gave him a good scratch under his chin, holding the carrying pouch carefully over his chest. Liz was practically resting her cheek on his shoulder, admiring Tony too.

Peter's heart was beating so hard he wondered if his little furry friend could tell.

[call_4766626]

His owner was often a bundle of excitement, sometimes the wrong kind, the kind that made him unhappy in a quiet way. Sometimes it made him distracted. Sometimes it made him talk so much. But Tony was often able to tell when Peter was feeling emotions from his scent and the way his heart beat when he was against him. Knowing why it was doing it was a different matter though.

He could feel it now, as he leaned one paw against. One moment it was calm, the next it had gotten harder and faster. He looked up at Peter, going from a soft pleased chatter at the praise to asking:

"Is Peter doing good?"

[spider_m4n]

"I'm great! I'm having a real great time, Tony. I'm having one of the best days ever." Even Flash had to suck up his own words. He always claimed that there was no way Peter owned a pet he considered to be a fancy one. Tried to make their classmates think there was no way Tony could be as smart as his Master claimed he was. Today they had proved him and everyone wrong.

"Did you have fun? I think it was a lot of fun." With the pad of his finger Peter stroked his little head with care.

"Aaaaw," Liz cooed. "He worries about you!" Peter could feel her soft and warmth breath and that realization made him wonder if his heart would burst out of his chest. Just like that alien movie, but in a way more romantic way!

This was definitely one of the best days ever.

estinien wyrmblood | ffxiv | m/m for shipping, ota for platonic

[dragonshadowdive]

[probably a fluffy, annoyed cat. or maybe a grouchy lizard boy.]

closed to seraymeric

[dragonshadowdive]

Shit...

[The fight really hadn't gone his way, quickly showing him he'd bitten off more than he could chew. He'd only wanted to keep hold of the food he'd managed to find but the challenger in this situation had simply been too strong. He hadn't realized the dog he'd challenged had been a wolf with much sharper teeth and claws, quickly putting him in his place. Of course he'd never known when to leave well enough alone and he'd fought on anyway, clawing and biting at the much larger creature regardless.

And he'd paid for it. His food being taken was now the least of his troubles, taking a back seat to the blood loss he was experiencing. There were several bites littered on his arms and torso, along with a nasty slash across his stomach from the damned thing's claws. He'd tried to put pressure on some of the bites to stop the bleeding but it was truly no use, there were too many and he didn't have enough cloth to push down on all of them. He focused instead on the slash across his stomach, pressing what remained of his shirt down on it in some pathetic hope to stop the bleeding.

Lying in the gutter, Estinien let his head fall back with a low, pathetic mewl. This part of the city was thankfully less inhabited so there weren't many people walking by, but the few who did were too wrapped up in their own worlds to notice a homeless catboy dying in the gutter. As much as he tried to calm his heart, to slow the inevitable rush of blood leaving him, he knew it was hopeless. Everything was growing cold, and his vision was blurring on the edges, a sure sign that he'd soon pass out and...

...and that would be it, he imagines. Years of life fighting on the streets, all to be taken out because he misjudged a mutt. Pathetic. His eyes slide shut as he continues to try and stave off the blood loss-- though why he's bothering at all anymore is anyone's guess.]

[seraymeric]

[The walk back from the grocery store had been largely uneventful for Aymeric, as usual, the steady rain that had decided to fall from the unusually darkened sky the most exciting part of it. He’d needed a few ingredients for dinner and had decided to go grab them before the coming storm could hit full-force, and had been grateful that the checkout line hadn’t been too long, sparing him from being caught out in the worst of it. All in all it had been a rather dull affair...up until he’d turned the corner to head towards his house and spotted what looked to be an injured person lying in the gutter, covered in blood. An alarming sight to say the least, one that had his eyes going wide as he’d hurried over to investigate, and what he’d found had been surprising, to say the very least.

A wounded catboy, who’d looked to be stray, judging from his lack of a collar and his tattered clothing. But that had mattered little to Aymeric at the time, because clearly the creature had been in need of help, and Aymeric wasn’t going to just stand idly by while he was bleeding out on the ground. Which is why he’d ended up dropping his umbrella and groceries and scooping the injured catboy up into his arms (he wasn’t taking no for an answer, fight or not) to rush to the nearest hospital specializing in animal people. Not something the poor catboy had appreciated, if Aymeric had to guess, but necessary nonetheless. The nurses and doctors had rushed him back to be treated for his injuries, and Aymeric had been left to wait in the lobby, his clothing covered in the catboy’s blood. A worrisome sight to be sure, but the doctor had assured Aymeric that his wounds weren’t fatal, and he’d been incredibly relieved to hear it. What on earth could’ve caused those kinds of injuries he doesn’t know, but at least the catboy will live.

By the time he’d been granted access to the small room the catboy had been placed in the staff had already bandaged him up and started him on pain medication and fluids, and Aymeric had listened carefully to the doctor’s instructions on how to care for him at home. A stray would likely be far too stressed out for their own good in a hospital setting, and it had been suggested that Aymeric take the catboy home and care for him until he’s well enough to return to the streets. Something that Aymeric could hardly refuse, given his love of felines and his desire to help those in need. He’s never cared for an animal person before, but it can’t be that difficult, right...?

He’ll find out, he supposes. After paying the hefty bill and being discharged with basic supplies and care instructions Aymeric had called a cab to pick both himself and the catboy up, not wanting to jostle him too much by carrying him the rest of the way, even if his home isn’t far from the hospital. He watches over the catboy all the while, and when they finally arrive at his home he pays the driver before carrying the catboy inside and laying him on the couch with a nice, warm blanket. The pain medicine and antibiotics should be working by now, though the former might just make the catboy feel a bit out of it when he finally wakes up. Oh well, better than being in pain, right?

Now all that’s left is to clean him up a bit. Aymeric uses a warm, wet cloth to try and wipe the catboy’s face clean, his own four-legged cat Hraesvelgr watching and mewing curiously all the while. Aymeric can’t help but smile at that, and he wonders if maybe cats and catboys feel a sort of connection with each other...he supposes he won’t know until the catboy wakes, though he might be a little too distracted by all the bandages wrapped around him to pay much attention to his fellow feline. Aymeric had taken the liberty of removing his shirt to keep the bandages clean and dry, and also so he can keep an eye on them just in case the catboy starts bleeding again and needs a change.

Until then though Aymeric will work on wiping away what blood he can from the catboy’s face and claws, wanting to make him feel more comfortable when he finally does come around. He’s got a bottle of water and some other supplies scattered across his coffee table as well, wanting to prepared for anything.]

[dragonshadowdive]

[He's so out of it that he barely registers the human who has stopped to check on him. He vaguely hears the footsteps and the clatter of items on the wet ground, but he's in so much pain it's hard to focus on it. Of course he does manage to notice when someone is picking him up, causing him to yowl in pain as it jostles him all over. Instinctually he's swiping at whatever has its hands on him but he's so weak right now he doesn't even manage to extend his claws. The person? is talking to him but he can't make sense of it right now, whimpering as he curls against the wide chest he's held to. It isn't much longer before he passes out from his injuries and the sudden burst of extra pain, limp dead weight in the human's arms.

Estinien stays mostly out of it during his trip to the hospital, only stirring occasionally when the pain brings him around. Thankfully the painkillers make that a less common occurrence and he ends up unconscious for most of the poking and prodding, a blessing for both him and the staff of the hospital. If he'd been awake to have the IV applied he would have very likely clawed them up for it, so it's best he hadn't been aware for any of it.

He stays out of it until much later, likely late into the evening, and when he stirs he's incredibly groggy. The painkillers are doing a number on his senses, making him feel heavy and tired but happily pain-free. Estinien's never had medicine before so it's a very new feeling, and his body has no tolerance built up to dull the effect. His ears twitch barely as he slits his eyes open, trying to regain his bearings.

And what he sees is wholly unfamiliar to him. A ceiling, which is odd enough for him to see, but a brief glance down indicates he's on a couch. With a blanket around him, it seems, and he sits up sharply when his instincts finally kick in. A mistake as he lets out a low, pained mewl, clutching at his stomach where-- ah? Bandages? He frowns, curiously pawing over the clean bandages there, wondering just what happened after he passed out. The blanket pools in his lap as he tries to make sense of this all, tail swishing irritably behind him, trying to look around the room--

--human? Estinien narrows his eyes at the human resting in a chair near the couch, letting out a low, warning growl as his ears flatten against his head. Tail puffing up, he presses himself back against the back of the couch, hands pressed into the couch as he extends his claws in a threatening display.]

What's going on here? Where am I? Who are you?

[His words sound a little slurred due to the medicine making him drowsy, but hopefully the man realizes he's about ready to claw his face off, injuries or no.]