Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Nari UwU]

Pet's name: Blooper The Labrat

Pet's name: Coon The Packrat

She is a Lab rat, I'm just a packrat. What do I do?


Coon scurried over the shelf filled with beakers, taking some food back to his nest, but stopped as a curious squeaking caught his attention. He cautiously peeked over the shelf and nearly dropped the scraps in his paws. There, sitting in a cage of the finest quality, was a beautiful Lab rat. She was looking up at him desperately and squeaked again. "Please, free me!" she begged when she saw him looking at her. He almost didn't respond, shocked such a beautiful female would even look at him. None of the others were even acnowledging he was there, though they shot the girl annoyed looks. "Please."


Should I continue? It seems kind of iffy to me

[lilshocker8]

~~~~
She was beautiful. Who cares about her loose stitches and stuffing spilling out? Who cares about her huge button eyes? Who cares about the needle painfully stuck in her thigh? I sure don't. But how can tell her? I'm an ordinary rag-doll meant to sit on a shelf. Which I did day after day. Never moving, never changing. But she was worse off. Forever staring at an unknown object somewhere far away. She would never get fixed. She would never sit on the shelf with the other toys and me. It hurt to look at her. I could only imagine the pain. I knew I would never catch her gaze because she was just a body with no feelings for anything or anyone.

Yet, she was beautiful.

This is beautifully done! I love part two as well

[Alina_Mau]

"Odd, I Will Kill You."

SCHUFT.
Something smacked into Feather's shoulder--an attack! She wheeled around, snarling. Her attacker would soon be wishing he would never have been...Odd.
Wait. That did not compute. Odd was her mate. Odd was her snuggle bunny. And as far as Feather was informed, mates and/or snuggle bunnies did not traditionally attack their fellow mates and/or snuggle bunnies. And the thing that had smacked into her shoulder? It was cold. And white. And powdery. Unless it was frozen anthrax, which did not affect Shifters, she didn't know of any weapons that had that sort of effect. Odd's mitten--and the rest of him--was covered in this powdery white stuff. She must have looked confused because her mate rolled his eyes.
"It's snow, Feather," he said. "You can relax."
"You threw it at me!" she said, failing somewhat to hide her surprise.
"Yeah, but...it's snow." Odd didn't seem to get the picture.
Feather trudged through the cold snow toward her mate, her face plastered with a glare so ferocious it could have killed small animals at close range. Odd was fortunately not a small animal. At least he didn't look like one in his human form. Instead, he looked confused.
"Um...what?" he asked when Feather's face was just two inches from his own.
"Why?" she growled.
"It's called a snowball fight." the tiercel replied. "They're fun."
"You're trying to convince me to play a human game?" she pulled away with a look of disgust.
This only confused the non-small-animal she loved further. "Uh...yeah."
That would not do. Feather had hunting to do. She had to find something to track, just as she had been trying to scent for the past 20 minutes until Odd had assaulted her with snow. Planning to ignore him she turned away and took a few steps back to where she had been when...
SCHUFT.
The clump of snow hit her back this time. Feather narrowed her eyes and spun around. Odd was grinning and giggling like an idiot. Bending down slowly, not taking her eyes off her mate, she scooped up a handful of snow, patted it into a tight ball and threw it. It hit her mate in the face so hard he flew back several feet.
That's better. She thought.
Odd sat up and brushed the white stuff off his face to reveal a less-than-amused expression. He sat there for a moment, propped up on his elbows in the snow-covered ground. It was really quite funny. It was so funny in fact that Feather found herself snickering...then giggling...then laughing. And her mate started laughing with her.
But he was devious. For the half second she'd let her guard down, he'd reloaded.
SCHUFT.
Feather brushed the snow off her coat and made herself another snowball, then threw it.
SCHUFT.
Odd threw his.
SCHUFT.
SCHUFT.
SCHUFT.
SCHUFT.

I don't think this got very many views, it was one of the last posts on the page it was on. ^-^

Hehehe I totally loved this! X3 ♥

[darlin' belle.]

Jawz is the name,
Just general lawlessness is the game.
Well, it was.
Up until her.



It went a little like this...

"Hands on your heads. You're under arrest."
Her voice sweet, like the honey on the shelf from the supermarket we'd just looted, but had a slightly gravelly essence.

I was smitten before I even saw her face.

I laughed, the usual cockiness tinged in my voice. "What ya gonna do 'bout it, sweet-"
I swivelled around to see the barrel of a gun pointed at me. However, I'd seen that, what, a million times before? It was her face that stole my breath away...

Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful -

"Hands. On. Your head." she growled, "You. Are. Under. Arrest."

It took me a moment to find my way out of the maze of those gorgeous blue eyes, and a toothy smile edged it's way across my face.
"Now, now... Are you sure there's no... Other way out of this? Some sort of... Exception?" I breathed, attempting to edge closer, despite the suspicious and confused murmurings from behind me.
She gulped, and pressed the gun against my forehead. "Do not push me. I am legally armed and I have backup merely seconds away, one of which is my fiancee."
I chuckled. "Does he need to know?"
Just then, the oh-so familiar red and blue lights illuminated the room. "We have you surrounded!"
She straightened up. "Back off. There are no exceptions in Hell, and that's where you're going at this rate." she spat.

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see...

I took a step back, and watched the 'backup' burst through the double doors.
Here we go again.

~************************************************************************************************************************~

"Thanks for bailing us out again, Sandrine." we all repeated boredly, like a class of primary school kids having to repeat after her.
Sandrine smiled. "That's right. Now, come on, let's get back to Boss before they arrest you again."

This buzz that was Sandrine was more of a background noise to me. I was still standing around the corner, watching her.
"Jawz?"
I nodded, not turning around, "Yeah, Sandrine?"
"We gotta go."
"I know."
There was a pause.
"Jawz?"
"What?!"
"We gotta go!"
"I'll catch up later!"

She seemed to hover around me a bit, before rushing off back to HQ. Not that I noticed too much.
I was too busy watching her.

At the time she was leaning on the police car, smiling, laughing, with the one she'd referred to as her 'fianceé'.
Eurgh.
He made me sick.
But I wasn't going to let that spoil this moment.

For the next six weeks, I didn't go back to HQ. I never actually did.
I saw her arrest them time and time again, but it wasn't them I was watching.
For those six weeks, I just watched her.
I watched her laugh, watched her cry. Hey, I even watched her sleep once.
I learnt her name. Louisa-Beth Moore.
I found out her likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams.
I discovered she absolutely HATES peanut butter, loves singing along to the radio in the car - but never when he was around. He hated singing.
I discovered her jokes absolutely SUCK, but I always silently laughed with her.
And then I watched her change from Louisa-Beth Moore to Mrs Richard Sorenson.
It was the most beautiful ceremony, even I admit it. It was her dream Catholic white wedding, despite his never-ending pleas to get her to convert to Buddasim with him.
And that's when she dissapeared for a week. Probably to her honeymoon.
It was the worst week of my life.
I didn't steal nothing, do nothing. I didn't even sleep.
Then, one day, she turned up, fresh and bubbly for work. It made me want her even more.
I longed to see her again, talk to her.
So, I hatched a plan.

It was perfect.

He was waiting for her in their car. He was all suited up and armed. But so was I.

She came out the door to see my bullet touch down through his forehead.

She was absolutely devastated. I could see the grief rocket through her. I stepped foward and caught her in my arms. It felt so right.
Then she yanked away, screaming. I could see she'd lost it.
She backed away, and I couldn't figure out why.
Then I realised.
I don't think the pain of the bullet really compared with my heart breaking.

Okay, I worked really hard on this. Don't think it helped though. It kinda sucks :P Oh well :B

[Rynn Zekio Zusha]

Wow, that is a powerful story. Obsession is always a neat subject :)

~Rynn

[kes.]

Jawz is the name,
Just general lawlessness is the game.
Well, it was.
Up until her.



It went a little like this...

"Hands on your heads. You're under arrest."
Her voice sweet, like the honey on the shelf from the supermarket we'd just looted, but had a slightly gravelly essence.

I was smitten before I even saw her face.

I laughed, the usual cockiness tinged in my voice. "What ya gonna do 'bout it, sweet-"
I swivelled around to see the barrel of a gun pointed at me. However, I'd seen that, what, a million times before? It was her face that stole my breath away...

Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful -

"Hands. On. Your head." she growled, "You. Are. Under. Arrest."

It took me a moment to find my way out of the maze of those gorgeous blue eyes, and a toothy smile edged it's way across my face.
"Now, now... Are you sure there's no... Other way out of this? Some sort of... Exception?" I breathed, attempting to edge closer, despite the suspicious and confused murmurings from behind me.
She gulped, and pressed the gun against my forehead. "Do not push me. I am legally armed and I have backup merely seconds away, one of which is my fiancee."
I chuckled. "Does he need to know?"
Just then, the oh-so familiar red and blue lights illuminated the room. "We have you surrounded!"
She straightened up. "Back off. There are no exceptions in Hell, and that's where you're going at this rate." she spat.

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see...

I took a step back, and watched the 'backup' burst through the double doors.
Here we go again.

~************************************************************************************************************************~

"Thanks for bailing us out again, Sandrine." we all repeated boredly, like a class of primary school kids having to repeat after her.
Sandrine smiled. "That's right. Now, come on, let's get back to Boss before they arrest you again."

This buzz that was Sandrine was more of a background noise to me. I was still standing around the corner, watching her.
"Jawz?"
I nodded, not turning around, "Yeah, Sandrine?"
"We gotta go."
"I know."
There was a pause.
"Jawz?"
"What?!"
"We gotta go!"
"I'll catch up later!"

She seemed to hover around me a bit, before rushing off back to HQ. Not that I noticed too much.
I was too busy watching her.

At the time she was leaning on the police car, smiling, laughing, with the one she'd referred to as her 'fianceé'.
Eurgh.
He made me sick.
But I wasn't going to let that spoil this moment.

For the next six weeks, I didn't go back to HQ. I never actually did.
I saw her arrest them time and time again, but it wasn't them I was watching.
For those six weeks, I just watched her.
I watched her laugh, watched her cry. Hey, I even watched her sleep once.
I learnt her name. Louisa-Beth Moore.
I found out her likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams.
I discovered she absolutely HATES peanut butter, loves singing along to the radio in the car - but never when he was around. He hated singing.
I discovered her jokes absolutely SUCK, but I always silently laughed with her.
And then I watched her change from Louisa-Beth Moore to Mrs Richard Sorenson.
It was the most beautiful ceremony, even I admit it. It was her dream Catholic white wedding, despite his never-ending pleas to get her to convert to Buddasim with him.
And that's when she dissapeared for a week. Probably to her honeymoon.
It was the worst week of my life.
I didn't steal nothing, do nothing. I didn't even sleep.
Then, one day, she turned up, fresh and bubbly for work. It made me want her even more.
I longed to see her again, talk to her.
So, I hatched a plan.

It was perfect.

He was waiting for her in their car. He was all suited up and armed. But so was I.

She came out the door to see my bullet touch down through his forehead.

She was absolutely devastated. I could see the grief rocket through her. I stepped foward and caught her in my arms. It felt so right.
Then she yanked away, screaming. I could see she'd lost it.
She backed away, and I couldn't figure out why.
Then I realised.
I don't think the pain of the bullet really compared with my heart breaking.

Okay, I worked really hard on this. Don't think it helped though. It kinda sucks Oh well :B

Beautiful <3 Love this.

[van]

"Odd, I Will Kill You."

SCHUFT.
Something smacked into Feather's shoulder--an attack! She wheeled around, snarling. Her attacker would soon be wishing he would never have been...Odd.
Wait. That did not compute. Odd was her mate. Odd was her snuggle bunny. And as far as Feather was informed, mates and/or snuggle bunnies did not traditionally attack their fellow mates and/or snuggle bunnies. And the thing that had smacked into her shoulder? It was cold. And white. And powdery. Unless it was frozen anthrax, which did not affect Shifters, she didn't know of any weapons that had that sort of effect. Odd's mitten--and the rest of him--was covered in this powdery white stuff. She must have looked confused because her mate rolled his eyes.
"It's snow, Feather," he said. "You can relax."
"You threw it at me!" she said, failing somewhat to hide her surprise.
"Yeah, but...it's snow." Odd didn't seem to get the picture.
Feather trudged through the cold snow toward her mate, her face plastered with a glare so ferocious it could have killed small animals at close range. Odd was fortunately not a small animal. At least he didn't look like one in his human form. Instead, he looked confused.
"Um...what?" he asked when Feather's face was just two inches from his own.
"Why?" she growled.
"It's called a snowball fight." the tiercel replied. "They're fun."
"You're trying to convince me to play a human game?" she pulled away with a look of disgust.
This only confused the non-small-animal she loved further. "Uh...yeah."
That would not do. Feather had hunting to do. She had to find something to track, just as she had been trying to scent for the past 20 minutes until Odd had assaulted her with snow. Planning to ignore him she turned away and took a few steps back to where she had been when...
SCHUFT.
The clump of snow hit her back this time. Feather narrowed her eyes and spun around. Odd was grinning and giggling like an idiot. Bending down slowly, not taking her eyes off her mate, she scooped up a handful of snow, patted it into a tight ball and threw it. It hit her mate in the face so hard he flew back several feet.
That's better. She thought.
Odd sat up and brushed the white stuff off his face to reveal a less-than-amused expression. He sat there for a moment, propped up on his elbows in the snow-covered ground. It was really quite funny. It was so funny in fact that Feather found herself snickering...then giggling...then laughing. And her mate started laughing with her.
But he was devious. For the half second she'd let her guard down, he'd reloaded.
SCHUFT.
Feather brushed the snow off her coat and made herself another snowball, then threw it.
SCHUFT.
Odd threw his.
SCHUFT.
SCHUFT.
SCHUFT.
SCHUFT.

I don't think this got very many views, it was one of the last posts on the page it was on. ^-^

Pure. Love.
X3

[growl.lingo]

Jawz is the name,
Just general lawlessness is the game.
Well, it was.
Up until her.



It went a little like this...

"Hands on your heads. You're under arrest."
Her voice sweet, like the honey on the shelf from the supermarket we'd just looted, but had a slightly gravelly essence.

I was smitten before I even saw her face.

I laughed, the usual cockiness tinged in my voice. "What ya gonna do 'bout it, sweet-"
I swivelled around to see the barrel of a gun pointed at me. However, I'd seen that, what, a million times before? It was her face that stole my breath away...

Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful -

"Hands. On. Your head." she growled, "You. Are. Under. Arrest."

It took me a moment to find my way out of the maze of those gorgeous blue eyes, and a toothy smile edged it's way across my face.
"Now, now... Are you sure there's no... Other way out of this? Some sort of... Exception?" I breathed, attempting to edge closer, despite the suspicious and confused murmurings from behind me.
She gulped, and pressed the gun against my forehead. "Do not push me. I am legally armed and I have backup merely seconds away, one of which is my fiancee."
I chuckled. "Does he need to know?"
Just then, the oh-so familiar red and blue lights illuminated the room. "We have you surrounded!"
She straightened up. "Back off. There are no exceptions in Hell, and that's where you're going at this rate." she spat.

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see...

I took a step back, and watched the 'backup' burst through the double doors.
Here we go again.

~************************************************************************************************************************~

"Thanks for bailing us out again, Sandrine." we all repeated boredly, like a class of primary school kids having to repeat after her.
Sandrine smiled. "That's right. Now, come on, let's get back to Boss before they arrest you again."

This buzz that was Sandrine was more of a background noise to me. I was still standing around the corner, watching her.
"Jawz?"
I nodded, not turning around, "Yeah, Sandrine?"
"We gotta go."
"I know."
There was a pause.
"Jawz?"
"What?!"
"We gotta go!"
"I'll catch up later!"

She seemed to hover around me a bit, before rushing off back to HQ. Not that I noticed too much.
I was too busy watching her.

At the time she was leaning on the police car, smiling, laughing, with the one she'd referred to as her 'fianceé'.
Eurgh.
He made me sick.
But I wasn't going to let that spoil this moment.

For the next six weeks, I didn't go back to HQ. I never actually did.
I saw her arrest them time and time again, but it wasn't them I was watching.
For those six weeks, I just watched her.
I watched her laugh, watched her cry. Hey, I even watched her sleep once.
I learnt her name. Louisa-Beth Moore.
I found out her likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams.
I discovered she absolutely HATES peanut butter, loves singing along to the radio in the car - but never when he was around. He hated singing.
I discovered her jokes absolutely SUCK, but I always silently laughed with her.
And then I watched her change from Louisa-Beth Moore to Mrs Richard Sorenson.
It was the most beautiful ceremony, even I admit it. It was her dream Catholic white wedding, despite his never-ending pleas to get her to convert to Buddasim with him.
And that's when she dissapeared for a week. Probably to her honeymoon.
It was the worst week of my life.
I didn't steal nothing, do nothing. I didn't even sleep.
Then, one day, she turned up, fresh and bubbly for work. It made me want her even more.
I longed to see her again, talk to her.
So, I hatched a plan.

It was perfect.

He was waiting for her in their car. He was all suited up and armed. But so was I.

She came out the door to see my bullet touch down through his forehead.

She was absolutely devastated. I could see the grief rocket through her. I stepped foward and caught her in my arms. It felt so right.
Then she yanked away, screaming. I could see she'd lost it.
She backed away, and I couldn't figure out why.
Then I realised.
I don't think the pain of the bullet really compared with my heart breaking.

Okay, I worked really hard on this. Don't think it helped though. It kinda sucks Oh well :B

Truly amazing ^^

[darlin' belle.]

Thanks you guys :3 It means a lot :3

@ r a v e n ;;, that's so cool :B The Muppets are true inspirers!

[kes.]

Thanks you guys :3 It means a lot :3

@ r a v e n ;;, that's so cool :B The Muppets are true inspirers!

Welcome!

Haha, yes, they are!