Your CS Pet Pairs? :3

[katherinealka]

Mafi [m] & Nashica [f]

The Nazis came behind me, then in front of me. They asked me something in German. I knew what they said, I had taken German in School. But I was going to act dumb. So, I said a simple "Keine Deutsch." They looked at me, puzzled. They asked me in German how I knew what that meant. I repeated myself. They went away after a while, I guess they knew I wasn't Jewish.

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[Rainpelt]

Vellamore, I love the Flic and Dolce story so far, please keep writing, I can't wait to read more!

Here's another of mine, I think I like it, any one have opinions on the pair and/or the story?

Lohk [F] ---------- and ---------- Kheii [M]
(BTW, its pronounced Lock and Key)

(It alternates POV, I color coded it so you know who's who)

I struggle to stay above the water, flailing my paws wildly. The violent force that had seemed to be safe before now strikes me with fear. Another wave forces me under again and the salty ocean swirls through my fur. The precious little air that I had is released as a stream of bubbles is forced from my mouth by the water. My sense of direction is lost and I paddle towards what looks like up, but the walls of my liquid prison close in all around me and no where is safe. Darkness rushes at me and I can see no more, whether I am blind now or my eyes are closed, I cannot tell, the only thing there is is chocking black water. My frantic movements slow and I bat feebly at the water that pulls me down as I become the bird, snatched from flight by the lethal claws of the cat. The last thing I notice is my forepaws becoming tangled in rope, I feel as if I should recognise it, but I know nothing as unconsciousness seizes my terrified mind and I become deaf to the world...
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The rustling of ferns as they brush against my fur is comforting, I just love the jungle, everything about it is earthy and full of life. I laugh to myself at how noisy it is, despite the hurricane the birds sing, the monkeys screech, and the frogs croak, together it makes my favorite music. I stop to bend and look at a patch of emerald moss, delicate clovers dot its surface and it is a wonder they survived. I gently touch the tallest one with an outstretched claw and it waves as I replace my paw on the ground. A green treefrog watches me, its red eyes shining, and I grin, accidently scaring it into hiding. I shake my head and move on. The damp, spongy earth puts an unintentional spring in my step, not that I'm complaining, and the forest soon opens up into a stretch of soft sand. Flocks of seabirds scatter as I dash through them, showering them with wet sand as they fly into the blue.
Then I freeze, noticing an unfamiliar heap of silver and cream at the waters edge, the small waves gently lapping at the unmoving shape. I head towards it cautiously then speed up after it makes no move at all. Crouching down to inspect the lump of fur I nudge it gently and, when it still does not move, I slowly roll it over. It is another wolf, only she's a female, a leathery band, a collar I think its called, is fastened around her nack and her forelegs are tangled in what I guess is a leash. I cannot see her eyes, and her water logged fur is tangled, but the delicate pattern on her pelt is quite pretty from what I can see. I lean over her, quite puzzled by her strange arrival.

Bright light shines at me as the world comes back, so strong it hurts my eyes, even through my closed eyelids. Wild bird calls penetrate the wall to my senses, though the sound is muffled and distorted, as if I have something in my ears. I crack my eyes open slightly and the light floods my vision, turning my world a brilliant but blinding gold. I am about to close my eyes again when a shape casts its black silhouette over me, a golden halo peeking from behind and framing the shape. 'This must be heaven', I tell my self, 'this is my gaurdian angel come to take me away through the gate', and I believe it too. Then the shape speaks,
"Hhehlou?" it is still muffled, but becomes clearer as the light slowly fades, "Hehloooo?". I blink and open my eyes slowly, shapes swirling into distorted images. I close my eyes again as the shape speaks again,
"Hits alriit. Aur you oh-ayyy?" I managed to shake my head back and forth, though it was an automatic reaction and I didn't know what it meant.
"I ahmm Kheii. Wht ish yor naam?" I blink my eyes open again and an image finally swings into focus, a dark brown dog with darker stripes and swirls. Golden eyes flash happily as I mumble something.

She's awake, thank goodness, but doesn't seem to be responding to my questions. I have tried to get her attention and asked her if she's okay, but it hasn't worked yet. Her eyes open again in reaction to my voice and I get a response, a simple shake of the head. I grin and nod, but frown once more when she closes her eyes,
"Its alright." I tell her, and ask her name. For a moment she is silent, but she does open her eyes. I see they are a dull silver color, I think they are pretty, and would be beautiful if she ever wakes enough to rid her eyes of that glazed look. I almost jump when I here her cracked voice murmer one word,
"Lo... hk..." it was mumbled, but I heard it clear enough. I don't know if that is really her name, but that is what I will call her. Lohk. I smile gently and stroke her head and I don't mind that it gets my paw wet. I'll make her welcome here.

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Lohk hasn't moved much since that first day, but she seems to like mangos if I smash them up. I pad back through the forest towards the beach, a mango firmly in my jaws. I near the makeshift camp I've set up beside her, I was afraid to move Lohk untill she fully came around. 'Not that she ever will come around, even though I've untied her legs she hasn't even sat up.' I comment to myself, then I notice she's not there. The now dry bed of sand now only holds an imprint of her still body. Unsteady pawprints trail off down the beach and out of sight,
"Oh, no!" I breath and take off at a run down the shore. The cawing of sea birds seem to mock me as the trail disappears, washed away by the lapping waves. For a moment I just stand, listening intently and scanning the beach for any clue that might lead me to her. There, farther down and freshly imprinted in the sand are more pawprints, now leading directly into the jungle.
"No, she can't have gone in there..." I try telling myself, but the evidence is right infront of me and there is nothing to do but find her, and fast. I quickly regain what little sanity I have left after years living alone on a deserted island and rush after her, calling on everything I know about tracking to help me find her.
After a while, the tracks seem to go right through a tree, except they don't come out on the other side. I circle the tree, then a gagging noise from above abruptly breaks into the strange silence. I look up and there is my Lohk, dangling on to a cracking branch for dear life while her leash is stuck to a higher branch. If she falls, she'll certainly be killed, and if she stays she'll be killed as well. Her tounge is hanging from her open mouth and her silver eyes are wide with alarm as strangled chocking noises escape her throat. Acting quickly I try to climb the tree, slipping twice before reching her. I sink my teeth into her scruff and manage to haul her back onto the branch where she sits in stunned silence while I bite through the leash.
Slowly and unsteadily I help her from the tree and for a moment we just sit beneath its spread branches, me looking at her looking at the ground. 'Two near death experiences after another, not a good start...' I am saying to myself when she looks up and smiles at me. Her sweet smile urges me to ask,
"Why did you do that?" Her smile widens and Lohk glances meaningfully up into the branches. Following her gaze I see why she'd attempted the climb. There, hanging from the branches, are a bunch of mangos.

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[Irisu Kyouko]

Sing Along [m] ---x--- Artificial Intelligence [m]

[Flert dert no one responded to my question so you guys get a story.
ohohoho.
Written in anthro, from Sing Along's perspective.
Listen for appropriateness! <3]

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The embers of the crackling fire danced in the sky like golden butterflies. I could see my breath, and a sudden chill down my spine caused me to rub my hands together and move closer to the warm flame. Why the hell was I even invited to this party? It only consisted of a few distant friends, and I hadn't yet spotted a single person I was particularly intimate with.
A few other people laughed and passed what I suspected was alcohol around. I frowned. Drinking was one thing that definitely turned me off of any get together. With a quick glance around, I figured I'd walk home. The guy that had drove me here was absent from the forest clearing this party was set in. I figured he had run off with his date for the night. I shrugged off the thought, then wrapped my scarf more tightly around my neck and shoved my hands in my pockets. I began to walk off, when a voice stopped me.
"Hey! Wait!" I could tell it was male, but there was something particularly intriguing about this person's tone of voice. It sounded weak, strangled, and almost forced. Like they'd been hurt or crying. My ear flicked, and I turned in a manner that one could call slight panic and terror.
The boy I set my eyes on was significantly taller than me, but he looked sickly and was almost ghostly thin. I could tell that just speaking and rushing to catch up with me near exhausted him. I felt terrible.
"You dropped something," he explained between breaths. He handed me a small piece of paper, and I recognized it as the picture of my deceased friend I always carried around.
"Oh, thank you," I said gratefully, trying to make my usually flat voice sound relieved and thankful. I sighed, my ears flattening as I forcefully shoved the photo into my back pocket.
"Who is that?" the other boy asked, an innocent, curious smile spreading over his maw.
I looked away, my ears laying against my head now. "My friend. He died in a car accident." I spoke almost nonchalantly, and I could see my words had a large impact on the tall boy. His own ears pivoted back, and his red eyes progressively wandered away.
"Oh," he whispered. "I'm sorry." He slowly began to back away, his fingers lacing behind his back. He blushed. "I suppose I'd better let you leave and get out of this cold. Sorry I can't drive you or something." He smiled weakly, his crimson eyes apologetic. He waved, then wandered back to the fire, his curled tail hanging rather limply.
I didn't bother to wave, or mutter a simple "Be seeing you." Because chanced were, I'd never see him again.
But God, did I ever want to.

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I spent the next few days walking past that same fire pit, in that same forest clearing, rain or shine, day or night. I didn't see any more gatherings, and I didn't see him. I couldn't help but run a hand down my face in sudden frustration. Why didn't I ask his name, or just exchanged phone numbers? It would've made contacting him a hell of a lot easier.
But alas, I didn't even spot anyone around the clearing until the fifth night I passed it. There he was, sitting on a log and staring at the fire pit, which I could tell had been freshly extinguished. Smoke rose from the dampened, ash-ridden logs, swirling in the sky elegantly.
It didn't take long for him to notice me. He simply turned and smiled, his tail wagging weakly. He then turned away, apparently deeply fascinated in the unlit fire.
I walked over, sitting next to him silently and folding my hands in my lap. I glanced over at him, spotting something critically different about him-- his left arm looked artificial, almost mechanical.
I looked away, acting as if I hadn't seen anything odd about him. But I didn't succeed-- he had seen me briefly inspecting his arm.
He chuckled quietly. "It's nothing. I just had to get it.... replaced. It's why I wasn't around for a few days. My body is a little weaker than a normal person's." I looked at him directly now. He was smiling, as if getting a new, artificial arm was nothing. He lifted it, and flexed his fingers. "I can move it like a normal arm. It's just a little different from yours. See?" He grabbed my hand firmly, showing he could grasp things just like I could.
My cheeks reddened, and I was compelled to pull away. But I didn't. My ears pivoted back, and my gaze went to the forest floor.
His hand drew away. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically, his own hands going to his lap as he looked to the sky. "I'm getting better, don't worry. The doctors say this is the only limb they'll have to replace."
I envied his optimistic tone of voice. He sounded so.... hopeful. And somewhat anxious. But I could only think the worst could happen, and it caused me to lower my head and nearly burst into tears. Why was I getting so emotional around this guy?
He moved closer and laid his hand on my back. "Hey, don't be so sad. I won't disappear." His hand ran up and down my back comfortingly. I sighed shakily, and stood from the log, turning to him briefly before beginning to walk off. I shouldn't get too attached, I reminded myself. It was almost like coveting a dying shelter pet. I rubbed my eyes, making sure they were void of any tears.
Like the day I met him, he called out, "Hey! Wait!" and rushed up behind me. I stopped and turned before I got too far away, not wanting to have the poor boy strain himself. "Wh.... What's your name?" he asks, breathing heavily.
I consider not telling him, but I just couldn't stop myself. "Sing Along," I said, smiling slightly. I began to walk off again. "Be seeing you," I said over my shoulder.

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We met ever so often at that clearing now, sometimes with company, sometimes just alone. I learned his name was "Artificial Intelligence," and that he loved to be called "Artie." I found this too adorable for words, honestly.
Eventually, I noticed his right arm had also been replaced. I didn't say anything for the longest time, but eventually he noticed by occasional glances and simply explained his condition was getting better, and this was the last replacement the doctors would have to make. I nodded, and accepted his words.
He was gone for another few days, this time longer than his last vacation. When he came back, he was in a wheelchair, and his right leg had been artificially replaced. This is when I just lost it. I burst into tears right in front of him, crying into his lap.
He patted my head, stroking my brown ears. I looked up, and he was smiling peacefully. "I'm sorry I lied to you," he muttered, ears flattening as he looked away and blushed some. "But.... I'll be able to walk again. Don't worry!"
I shook my head. How could I believe him at this point? He lied to me about his condition-- it was getting worse, and eventually his entire body was going to be fake. He'd never be able to walk again, and he'd always be in a wheelchair.
He sighed, making a clicking noise with his tongue, as if reprimanding me. "Calm down, Sing Along. My body may be becoming fake, but one thing's still real." He grabbed my hand, putting it to his chest. "My heart. They promised to leave it be. That way, it'll still beat for you."
I sobbed, and he practically lifted me into his lap, embracing me. My ear lay against his chest-- and I could hear it. That faint, pounding heartbeat. And it was for me. All for me. My tail curled in absolute delight, and I looked up at him, touching my nose against his. I looked down at the fire pit, which was actively lit tonight. Sparks bellowed from within the heated flames, and by the firelight, I fell asleep in Artie' arms.

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I woke up the next morning to find Artie also sleeping peacefully. I pressed my ear against his chest, smiling when I still heard his genuine heartbeat. I crawled from his lap, dowsing the fire with a nearby bucket of water. I stretched, tail bristling at the strain of my exhausted muscles. I could hear Artie begin to stir, and I looked over as he stretched his arms as well. He smiled when he saw me, rubbing his eyes and muttering a "Good morning." I responded by walking over and pressing my nose to his like I did the night before.
"I think I'll have to leave soon. If I do, I'm sorry. Can I walk you back to your home?" I began to reach for the handles of his wheelchair, but he stopped me.
"I'm not that crippled, Sing Along," Artie teased, smirking. His hands rest on the wheels of his chair. "But... can you still walk with me?" His voice turned from mischievous so sincere in a matter of seconds.
I nodded, somewhat embarrassed. As he began to push himself away, I walked by his side. We remained silent for the majority of the journey, until he said, "Did you ever think about getting married?"
My ears flattened and I blushed. "I'm afraid not." I looked away, hands folding in front of me as I walked.
"Oh," Artie responded, seeming unmoved by my reply. "Well, its one of the things I want to do before I die. Which, you know, I hope isn't very soon!" He laughed now, whole-heartedly.
I turned back, smiling thoughtfully. ".... Yeah," I muttered as we reached his home.
"Well, this is it." He smiled cheerfully at me. "I'll see you again, right?"
"Of course," I promised him. I wouldn't lie-- if I could, I'd stay with him every second of the day. But I gave myself limits.
He then disappeared into his house without another word, softly closing the door behind him.
I considered stopping him. I considered telling him I loved him. I considered kissing him. Why I didn't was beyond me. Maybe I was afraid I'd hurt him or break him in some way. That a sheer touch could cause the boy I now loved to fall apart.
I'd just pray that it'll all get better. That his condition would go away, and that I could be with him. Always.

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I don't know if my praying is what did it, but Artie did get better. He eventually gained the ability to walk, but he needs my support. This, naturally, didn't bother me one bit.
He still talks about marriage often. I just don't get why it fascinates him so much. The thought of being with a person for life.... if it was someone you loved, it didn't sound too bad. After all, it's what I aspire to do with him. But marriage.... it just sounds so big and important.
Oh well, I got as close to it as possible when I moved in with Artie. Some night nowadays I'd fall asleep with my ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heart.
Because I hadn't yet forgot it beat for me.

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[Haha oh wow that was kind of really long and really cheesy.
I'M SORRY GUYS. D:
But still feedback plz because writing was loads of fun.]

[spiffyflypie]

[url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/pet/12245446.html][/url
Rhiannon(F)-----&-----Cloud dancer(m)
I don't do well with stories so you don't have to read one, works out well, doesn't it?

[ZenonZogratis]

Mafi [m] & Nashica [f]

The Nazis came behind me, then in front of me. They asked me something in German. I knew what they said, I had taken German in School. But I was going to act dumb. So, I said a simple "Keine Deutsch." They looked at me, puzzled. They asked me in German how I knew what that meant. I repeated myself. They went away after a while, I guess they knew I wasn't Jewish.

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So basically, this person said they couldn't speak German, so that proved they weren't a Jew? What?

Um. . . This doesn't make much sense. You should say what character's POV this is, add some details. . . Flesh it out.

[JadeiteWren]

Mafi [m] & Nashica [f]

The Nazis came behind me, then in front of me. They asked me something in German. I knew what they said, I had taken German in School. But I was going to act dumb. So, I said a simple "Keine Deutsch." They looked at me, puzzled. They asked me in German how I knew what that meant. I repeated myself. They went away after a while, I guess they knew I wasn't Jewish.

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So basically, this person said they couldn't speak German, so that proved they weren't a Jew? What?

Um. . . This doesn't make much sense. You should say what character's POV this is, add some details. . . Flesh it out.

Agreed. There were quite a few Jews that could speak German during that time period and now. Plus you could explain what Keine Deutsch means. Not everyone knows what it means. And I don't see how this is a CS Pair really. This is more for couple pairs, not random pairings. Your story clip makes no sense and needs more details along with many other things. And I don't know why there has to be set during the Holocaust. It could be easier to just have a German speaking character and a non speaking German character. We don't need Nazi and Jew Dogs.
Fake Dog Incest btw XD Those dogs are the same dog and from the same litter. XP *bricked

[spiffyflypie]

this is Copper(f)

and Jupiter(m)

the story is from Venus's point of view

I remember the first time I saw him, It was at the great pack meeting, Where all the wolf-packs in the general area met up and held a meeting, I had just become a Hunter, after being a pup for so long, and I was itching to meet everyone, Then he came, a wolf with the longest, bushiest tail she had ever see, he was maroon and he had a mowhawk! then his leader stepped in
and I could see he didn't care for dwadlers or day-dreamers at all, the way he shoved a small gray wolf, then the maroon wolf looked at me,I gasped,he had silver eyes, I was shocked, he walked up to me, ignoring his leader "I'm Jupiter, what's your name?" he asked, with a voice that matched his eyes, "I-I'm c-called Copper" he looked amused, "and Copper, do you always stutter?" he said with a smirk, I was shocked at his insolence,"no, but do you always mock everyone?" I retorted "you call that a comeback?"he smirked"my grandma has come up with better stuff then that" I thought quickly"was your grandma a hunter when she was six months old?" he looked at me "you think you're so smart picking on the youngest one here, but I beat a five year-old wolf when I was three months old!" I continued
I hadn't noticed the the meeting was over and we were standing outside "whatever, but you'd best get back to your den before bloodpack comes out" "I'm not a pup!" I answered indignantly, "but-" he was on the ground before he could finish his sectence, A bloodpack wolf had just attacked him, I remember leaping at the opponent and biting his side, and Jupiter throwing him off, then nothing. I woke with my mother, my leader and Jupiter standing around me, I think the first thing I said was "who drove the bloodpack wolf away? "you did" my leader said,"I guess you looked bigger from how he saw you, got frightened, and ran off"
I had just thought of something "so that means I saved Jupiter's life?" "and now he is in your debt" the leader finished
Jupiter, he had not said anything, so I said"whatsa' matter Jupiter, Cat got your tongue?" then I saw his eyes "after I threw him off, then he hit you on the head, I was terrified, it looked like you died on the spot" then in a quieter voice "I'd thought I'd never see you again, I know I just met you, but you saved my life and now I see why you were a hunter so early" then I lick his cheek "I thought I lost you, when the bloodpack hunter attacked you"
then he got in really close and whispered "I'll never leave you, I need a body guard" I giggled, then I fell asleep with him guarding me, all through the night.

sorry that was kinda long and short at the same time, I need to practice story writing
later they have pups:
Pet's name: Emarald (f)and
Pet's name: Bone (f)

[Desmond]

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McCartney + Metallica

[anthro, because quads can't hold guitars or microphones that easily]

She watched him perform like it was nothing; like every ounce of his energy wasn't being used to get the audience going wild, like the sweat pouring from his body wasn't akin to the blood coursing through his veins, every drop with its own story behind it. She watched him sing into the microphone, fingers dancing over the guitar's four strings like any master would handle his chosen art form. He was the Da Vinci of performing and entertaining. And somehow, she'd have to top him, follow up his amazing act with her own.

She figured tonight's afterparty would go the same way every afterparty had gone so far in the tour. He'd be lounging around with four or five groupies, drinking and "doing his thing", living the rock-star life, while she sat in a bean-bag chair off to the side, her eyes carefully blank as she soaked her aching feet in a vat of water and fended away her drunk bandmates, wishing he'd just look at her... but no. No, he never would, instead taking his gaggle of bimbos to his hotel room to "continue" to the party.

She could hate him sometimes, just for that. But the passion in his songs... perhaps he really wasn't the shallow druggie he had made himself out to be?

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Bah, it's short. xD I just thought I'd at least write something about them, I was a leetle bit bored. :3

[iBrevity]

Grayson ♂ xx Sethi ♂


I do not know why I torture myself like this.

It has been months since I released him. Months since I drove him off my land and told him never to come back. Months since he actually listened.

I stand outside of his house, the night settled around my shoulders like a velvet shawl, sprinkled with stars. The galaxy is pooled in my eyes, but I am alone. I am empty. I may see all that there is to see, but I have nobody to share it with.

I can see the light in his bedroom window click on, and a few hours later, fall into darkness. My bare toes are numb from standing in the frosted grass. I am beyond caring.

I wait until I can hear his snores, even from my distance. I creep over to the front door and slide in, as it is unlocked as always. His family has a terrible habit of trusting everybody in the world. The stairs do not creak under my naked feet, and the carpet coating the upstairs hallway rubs feeling back into the tingling skin.

His door looms like some impenetrable beast. I stop in front of it, my hand out, inches from the door knob. I see myself reflected in its glossy golden sheen and I'm surprised at how disheveled I look. I touch my free land to my limp hair with a sarcastic, twisted grin. Insanity runs in my bloodline. Perhaps I am finally being tainted by the madness.

A giggle begins to bubble in my throat as I reach down to my jean's waistband and finger the item I have tucked there. The metal screams against my fingertips; it is so unnaturally cold. I wonder who invented the pistol anyway.

The gunshot rings through the house and vibrates the floorboards when it shoots. I am too busy watching my blood create minuscule valleys and tiny rivers to really care.


[Lawl, sorry about how dark it is. ^^" Should I continue? <3]

[Irisu Kyouko]

Yes, go on. Crazy characters a-go-go! :D



And I suddenly feel terrible for making my story so long.
;A; ;A; ;A;
Well.
>implying anyone would read it regardless of its length