Monster pet shop

[karen_bi_uk]

"Well Sir we do have one pet you might be interested in. I'm afraid she's a little inexperienced so you have to..." I cough and blush ever so slightly turning my fair cheeks rosey. "explain things to her. Of course I can help with that. Would you care to come through the back and meet her?"

Before he can respond Karen pushes the door open and steps through, holding the door from him, the sounds of panting and heavy breathing and the occasional squeal fills the pet store.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Silk was slithering around in her habitat. Things did not go as planned with the other Naga. There was no mating and no hatchlings. Disappointed she had coiled herself up under one of the hot lights, enjoying the feeling of the heat warming her scales and body.

She sighed softly. She was lonely. It was a shame that things didn't work out, but maybe for the better. There was something off putting about that male. Or maybe there was something wrong with her? Silk didn't know what to think. Maybe they would bring in a new Naga, or some kind of companion for her.

 

[MarioDiesel]

"Of course!" and I smile and blush a bit when I hear she says inexperienced but also with a good amount of curiosity when I hear her offering to help. "I wouldn't mind help at all " I reply as I step towards her and follow her curious where she will lead me and my eyes moving over her body.

As I step through the door I try to tell the difference in all the different sounds I'm hearing but I soon realize I am to curious to tell so I ask the woman what she exactly means with inexperienced just to confirm my thoughts.

 

[Obuzeti]

A quiet knock sounds at the door before it opens to admit a most odd customer - a full set of clothing without the man wearing them, presumably afloat on an invisible body. Long white gloves, a gentleman's overcoat and vest, tan slacks and a bowler hat all adorn the curious visitor. Under one arm is a notebook with a fountain pen thrust through the spiral, at odds with the formal attire.

It turns to catch the door before it swings closed, letting it slide gently back into place, before it approaches the counter and doffs the hat with a bow that has a touch of theatrical irony in it, what with the crisp snap of coat length. The hat is replaced, and those white gloves fold over each other as he awaits the attention of an employee.

 

[southern_slut]

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With a subtle shift of the door handle it opens once more. It's a young woman with a series of different papers in her hands and glasses slowly trying to slide off her nose every few moments. Her darks eyes were larger behind the thick lenses. She walks forward and bumps into the back of the man in front of the counter and mumbles out an apology.

"S-sorry, didn't see you..."

She shuffles back a touch and finally finds the right paper. Looking up for the first time she sees the floating clothes minus the man inside them.

"Whoa... What in the world..."

Sliding in awkwardly close to examine the phenomenon, her breath fogging the lenses as it bounces off his shoulder.

 

[Obuzeti]

The suit turns and the empty space beneath the bowler peers back at the young lady, cocking curiously. It slides the notebook into a wide pocket upon the overcoat and presses a begloved hand to chest, inclining the hat towards her in an evident bow. Then it flickers into three swift signs -

Begging your pardon, miss

and taps her forehead in a familiar sort of tease, well used to the attention. The fabric of the glove is balmy and warm, heated from within, but too soft and unsupported - there is nothing rigid behind it at all, no flesh or bone to bar it in place.

 

[southern_slut]

Slowly I take one finger and press it against the shoulder. The fabric seems to move like its footing yet it's undeniable a man is beneath it. Forgoing all etiquette I slowly let out a curious breath.

"How is this real? I mean... Magical pets is one thing. You're there. And not there. How?"

My mothers voice echoes in the back of my mind and the apparent rudeness of my presence and questions are reminded to me.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. That's... You didn't, don't have to answer... Sorry."

My hands fold in the middle of my chest and I slowly take another step back and blush furiously. Muttering to myself as I try to unravel this new event and maintain some level of decorum.

 

[Obuzeti]

The lapels of the overcoat tremble as the hat throws itself back, one hand brushing off the nonexistent offense as the other taps that immaterial chest. It merely extracts the notebook and swiftly writes a line there with that elegant, anachronistic fountain pen, turning it to face the young woman.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio
Then are dreamt of in your philosophy.

I am Sauvet.

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, young lady.

The notebook rolls in his fingers back closed and the pen replaces itself, as that white glove gently taps her hands and motions to her now in turn.

 

[southern_slut]

"D-Danica. I heard this shop may be hiring. I'm a junior in college and zoology is a passion of mine. It's so great to meet you. Was that Hamlet? Ophelia was a childhood idol of mine. Morbid, yes... I'm talking a lot. I do that."

The fluid movements of the hands and body are almost like stage performers. What would be exaggerated for a normal person is necessary for him. Almost hypnotic in their flow. The notebook makes more sense though against the vintage attire. He must go through a lot of notebooks to communicate with most people.

"Do you work here?"

 

[Obuzeti]

The hands shudder in the unmistakable rhythm of laughter, flipping the notebook open to the same page again (on the first try, oddly) and writing another brief message in swooping curls and curving lines.

Hamlet, yes.

I am afraid that, between the two of us, you will be obliged to do all the talking. I do not think any amount would thus count as too much.

I am not employed here, alas. I came here to obtain a companion - I am the clientele, you see.

The notebook remains out this time, balanced upon one hand, as the other presents itself, palm up and fingers spread, towards Danica, a nearly courtly gesture.

 

[southern_slut]

Holding my hand forward for him, not certain if he intends to hold it, kiss it, or pull me away to look at companions.

"How old are you? Your writing style and the words you use... I want to say Victorian England yet I think that's because of too much television."

Blushing slightly again. I always do this around people. I almost begin mimicking their words and accent. Spent half of freshman year sounding like I was from Boston when I'd never even been before. Looking around I see no one else and bite my lip in that way I do when I have an idea and I'm afraid of it.

 

[Obuzeti]

Those warm fingers envelop Danica's own and pull them forward just a little as the hat dips over them. There is, unmistakeably, the sensation of lips upon her knuckles; they are soft and plush, pleasantly pushing against her skin. Then he draws back and releases her hand, the hat's brim sweeping low.

He dashes off another message on the notebook and reveals it to her.

Old enough. Allow me my meager wiles.

My language is indeed precise, but I am not Victorian. I merely admire their manners, and took them as mine own. One adapts to what they find interest in.

The notebook folds away and it makes a rolling gesture, having caught the lip-biting. With still no employee at the counter, it may be that it has the time to spare.

 

[southern_slut]

"What were you looking for? I think I see a kind of list right over... Got it."

I'm not actually behind the counter. Or taking anything. However I am on the tips of my toes and almost curled over the counter to look at a penciled sketch of the shop with the different pets rooms listed.

"Yeah. They have a few listed here. I dunno if we can meet them but maybe at least watch them."

I place the application form on the counter top and turn back to him. If he had eyes I would swear they were sizing me up. Seeing as I'm a foot shorter than... Well his hat I doubt it'll take him long to get the measure of me.

"I mean if I'm going to work here I want to know what I'd be working with and I can show I'm good with customers and I'm still not sure how you are the way you are and if I stop know I'll never know."

And my body obviously breathes deeply because those words came out almost as one.

 

[Obuzeti]

The pen spins around a finger for a moment, before it sets back to paper, sketching out its desires.

I require one of some considerable stamina. I draw sustenance from strong emotions, and the throes of climax are a delectable treat.

I do not require a specific personality type, as I am capable of being gentle with shy pets, and aggressive ones are incapable of causing me harm.

This stated, I shall prefer a pet of voluptuous frame. I find such pleasing to my tastes.

The page is gently removed from the notebook, and now Sauvet lets it drift over to Danica on a stray whiff of air, gesturing to it with two fingers. The hat inclines and peers down at her from empty space, the other hand touching her shoulder comfortingly.

 

[southern_slut]

"Okay. Well we'd have to observe the animals, interact with them, see what feels right. Would you be engaging with them or do you want two so you can feed from them both?"

Wait.... I re read the page and I feel the hand resting on my shoulder. This feels... Oh. Oh! Okay. Was not expecting that. Looking over at the hat somewhat down I could feel him watching. I'm convinced he had a body or has one still and it's somewhere else. Huh... Still the eyes are peering into me and the blush slowly creeps up again.

"W-would you like to go and see what we can find? I-I-I think you have an idea, a good idea, really good idea. We can see what works for you as we go and make notes for when someone comes b-back."

Voluptuous? He can't mean me. As flattered as I am he must be talking about some busty fox girl or incubus or something better...built.

 

[Obuzeti]

The coat ripples again in amusement, but rather than write another message the pen is neatly replaced along with the notebook. It shakes his head and gestures to the empty seats of the proprietors, and places one palm over where its heart would be. Sauvet will wait, for now.

That passed along, two fingers tuck a loose strand of Danica's hair behind her ear, those delicate fingers soft as silk, affectionate. Its knuckles brush along her cheek as he draws back, and he indicates a scattering of chairs seated by the entrance, inviting her to accompany him with a teasing crook of one finger.

There is a sound like wind chimes as he turns towards the seats, distant and tinkling, playful as the sashay of the coat's hem as it flirts with the air, accompanied by a low and distinctly masculine chuckle, bracing as a summer breeze. Sauvet passes as he seats himself and cocks his head - for his gender is not in question any longer - and offers a hand to her once more.

 

[southern_slut]

Buying my lip again, eyes going back and forth between the application and the invisible man... I slide along next to him in the nearest seat, feeling it pulled just a bit closer to him.

"So, uh, is there a show? I mean it'd be cool. Kinda feels like a sideshow maybe..."

How am I now running out of things to say? Men don't come onto me, not like this. The feeling I'm completely out of my league is radiating throughout my body.

 

[Obuzeti]

Sauvet negates that thought with a cutting motion of his hand. The pen and paper come back out, and he comfortably folds his legs, setting them atop the crook, as he writes out his thoughts then displays them to his newest companion.

They would respond poorly to such.

Anirniit - monsters, as most would refer to them - are partial souls. They require companions because their own are incomplete, and the presence and affection of another helps soothe that absence, and eventually heal it over.

But to treat them as animals because of this disability is cruel. They are still sentient, and none deserve the mockery of such display.

The best that can be done is private vetting, as is done here. They are near incapable of refusal - there must be some barrier against the public, and the cruelties that exist therein.

He eases the sting of the rebuttal with a touch of Danica's shoulder, but the letters are crisp and clear, and he did not hesitate to write them.

 

[southern_slut]

"Wow, so they're just like humans? That's so cool."

My eyes go wide in wonder, humorous with the thick glasses already making me appear bug eyed. I look back and forth through the room almost expecting a creature to have come out already.

"So how do you 'vet' them? Is it like meeting a new person? You hang out and look to see if you enjoy one another's company?"

 

[Cherrybomb400]

The door to the shop swoops open as a young female walked in, leash in hand. She scowled when she felt the leash pull back. Turning around, the woman with fiery red hair glared at whatever was outside of the door and yanked on the leash hard. "Get your furry ass in here!" This woman clearly did not like to waste time. "I should have put you in a crate. Get in here, now!"

With another yank, harder than before, the creature on the other end fell into the shop, face first on the floor. She was all white, and large. It was actually surprising to see such a small human woman behind able to overpower just a beast, but closer inspection revealed that she was using a choke collar on her.

"Get up." The woman said sternly. The centaur female slowly found her hooves on the floor and pushed herself up. She was Snow White with long flowing hair on her head and tail. She wore a white covering to conceal her large bosom. Tears came her blue eyes and streaked down her face from this woman's mistreatment of her.

The red haired woman huffed and dragged the half human half horse to the counter and impatiently started banging on the counter. "HEY! Does anyone work here?!"

 

[MarioDiesel]

Mark heard a lot of noise and before he could follow the first woman he turned his head and saw the small red haired woman come through and when he saw her glare he asked himself what the hell did piss her off today.

Then he noticed what she was bringing in and his jaw dropped a bit seeing the centaur woman. When he saw the tears in her eyes and the mistreat the red haired woman was doing to the centaur he turned around and he signaled the first woman.

" I think we have a situation here I'm sorry I might not be an employer but that's not a way to treat her at all !!" he spoke against her. " I think you should check that situation out first I'd say I'll be fine waiting for a bit." he said honestly as he walked towards her and that red haired woman.

He breathed in deep and then opens his mouth " Excuse me but can I be so curious to ask what she did wrong your treating her like that ?" he reaches out and hands the centaur female over a clean tissue to dry her eyes.

 

[Obuzeti]

Yes, although there is a deeper spiritual component that most are unaware of. Sex is integral to anirniit - the sharing I speak of occurs almost exclusively during sexual congress.

Thus, a meeting with them will, inevitably, either involve sex or discussion thereof.

He would have written more, but the stomping entrance of another woman interrupts him. His fingers click the pen back into place and he stands, regarding the woman with the empty stare of the void between hat and coat, a hull of gentleman's clothing over nothing.

He gently rings the bell on the counter, beside where the woman is banging on it, and then gestures to himself and to her, inviting her to speak.

Sauvet is not an employee, but there are many problems he can solve.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

The red haired woman rolled her eyes at the stupid man who was questioning her. Turning around she glared at him. "Excuse yourself, who are you to be questioning me on how I handle pet?"

Actually the centaur was not hers at all. It was her boyfriends, well ex boyfriends. She caught him cheating on her (with a human female) and so she decided to give him a little payback. He collected all sorts of exotic creatures, but his favorite was the centaur. So she took her and now she was going to make sure he wasn't ever going to see her again. Pamela (the woman) hated how much he doted on her so it was a way to get back at him for cheating on her and for neglecting to give her the attention she so rightfully deserved!

When Mark went to hand the centaur a tissue Pamela slapped at the back of his hand. "Keep your dirty paws away from her! Unless you plan on buying her from me, back up!"

 

[southern_slut]

As Sauvet attempts to engage the woman in conversation I slowly slide right up next to the large centaur woman. It's like her soul is on display, you can feel her, feel her as if you were her. The hair, the size, the majesty of the moment.

"Wow... What are you? Who are you? I'm Danica...."

More questions run end over end and I take every inch of her sight into my mind.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

The next thing Pamela know, a pile of walking garments was standing before her. "What the duck are you supposed to be? Is this some kind of joke? I want to talk to a real person who works here!"

This was getting really annoying. She should have had one of her father's men handle this, but for some reason she imagined that doing it on her own would be fun. Throughout the whole time the stupid centaur put up a fight. Thankful she was smart enough to put the collar on her.

"You know, this is starting to become a really big pain. Maybe I should just drop her off at the shelter... You know, the one on Kings St?" There was a shelter there but it was a kill shelter and they were not funs of keeping large animals. If Pamela took the centaur there most likely in 24 hours they would put the beast down.