Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Jenye]

Two In-Demand Pets.
X

"You know, we'll just be traded away...."
"And never see each other again. I know."

(story maybe?)

I love this and i want a story,k.

Being traded to her was a nightmare, at least, it was at first.
Is it too much to ask for a loving, caring owner who's not going to trade you off this time? When that trade was accepted, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was home.

But no, she had plans for me. Big plans. The second I arrived, I was hauled off to the auction house. Offers came flooding in and I knew I wouldn't stay here for long. Most of the bids were so close to what she called "auto". Once there was an auto, she told me, I'd leave immediantly and never return.

I had so many questions. Where would I go after the trade was accepted? Would I just be sent to someone else? I had heard of pets simply caught up in "gifting cycles", being tossed from one owner to the next, never given a home. Would that be me? What was all this talk about "demand" and "rarity"? I couldn't even begin to comprehend the complex theory of trading here. And most importantly, why was I not good enough for my new "owner"? Why did she want to be rid of me so badly?

That all changed in just a few days.


I knew it wouldn't work from the start.

It was hopeless even trying to talk to her. She wasn't even paying attention to the chaos of the auction house around her, simply ignoring it. Being auctioned is an emotional rollercoaster for most pets. If she even cared slightly, she was doing a great job of hiding it. Being auctioned didn't affect me either, but that's just because I was born to be auctioned. Literally. The only reason she tried to win me was to auction me. Sitting behind the ringtoss booth, I saw so many other aquarium dogs dragged off to the trading and auction houses. I knew my day would come soon. I was ready for it. She looked like she had just given up on emotions. And she probably had.

But she was beautiful and perfect in every way.

I had to at least talk to her. Just once. Learn her name, learn who she was, before she became only a memory. While my owner was distracted by a potential bidder, I walked over to her.



"Um...hey there...."

No response.

"Are you being auctioned too?" Stupid question, but it was all I could think of.

"What does it look like?"

"So, you are? That's cool. What's your name?"

"I was, um... never...given one.

"Hey, that's cool, me neither!"


(should I continue?)

[MegaCherrio]

him [x] her
him [x] me


"i'm so bored..."
she muttered to herself, pulling out her phone to quickly check the time. she was startled by a familiar voice, and a very familiar face next to her. "oh i know, so i am." he sat beside her, smiling and laughing. she laughed with him, and put her phone back in her pocket. "it seems weird, but i love your shoes..." she had said, just realized how much she fancied his popular hightops. "nice to know. yours aren't too bad." he pointed at her own hightops, not as stylish. he proceeded to give her a funny grin, and sat in front of her cross-legged. he took her shoes off and took his shoes off as friends gathered and giggled. "what are you doing?" she asked between a few giggles, her feet tickling as he took them off. "switching shoes. i like yours." she nodded carefully and loved the looseness of his shoes as he put them on her. he put her shoes on himself and looked ever so stylish. to his friends, all male, he proceeded to strut around like a girl. she couldn't help but laugh, "i don't want your shoes, boy." she said, smiling brightly. she got up and he ran away slowly, "if you want yours back..." she nodded in agreement and gestured for him to continue. he started to run like an olympic runner; faster than she ever could. "then you'll have to catch me!" she sprung up and chased after him slowly, and feeling a bit ill, she slowed down. he kept running and stopped as he noticed she stopped. as soon as she caught her breath, she ran after him and just pinched the sleeve of his jacket. he sped up, quickly avoiding her swift manouvers.

suddenly, she fell to the ground after tripping over a fairly large rock. he flipped around in awe, laughing for a split second then realizing she was just laying there. he ran to her side, his best friend still not moving.
"hey? hello? say something! are you okay?" he said too fast for her, if she was awake, to even realize. she got up slowly and he sighed in relief. "ouch..." she muttered slowly and quietly, cradling her knee. "oh my god, my knee hurts so much..." he helped her up and silently helped her inside, his friends gaping at her knee. her skinny jeans were tore right open, and it was bleeding pretty bad. that is, she did fall on concrete petty hard.

she was taken inside by the help of her best friend, and the school principal checked it out.
she had a few bandages, literal bandages, put around her knee and her skinny jeans; thankfully not her favourite ones; were cut off into shorts. then again, it was pretty hot outside.

as soon as the two best friends walked outside, and gave one glance to eachother, they burst out laughing.
"oh my god, that hurt so much! but now it's nothing. it must have looked hilarious. i failed so much."
he looked at her seriously, not saying a word for a second.

"actually, i was kind of worried..."

fheefwejejej <33 love that

Two In-Demand Pets.
X

"You know, we'll just be traded away...."
"And never see each other again. I know."

(story maybe?)

I love this and i want a story,k.

Being traded to her was a nightmare, at least, it was at first.
Is it too much to ask for a loving, caring owner who's not going to trade you off this time? When that trade was accepted, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was home.

But no, she had plans for me. Big plans. The second I arrived, I was hauled off to the auction house. Offers came flooding in and I knew I wouldn't stay here for long. Most of the bids were so close to what she called "auto". Once there was an auto, she told me, I'd leave immediantly and never return.

I had so many questions. Where would I go after the trade was accepted? Would I just be sent to someone else? I had heard of pets simply caught up in "gifting cycles", being tossed from one owner to the next, never given a home. Would that be me? What was all this talk about "demand" and "rarity"? I couldn't even begin to comprehend the complex theory of trading here. And most importantly, why was I not good enough for my new "owner"? Why did she want to be rid of me so badly?

That all changed in just a few days.


I knew it wouldn't work from the start.

It was hopeless even trying to talk to her. She wasn't even paying attention to the chaos of the auction house around her, simply ignoring it. Being auctioned is an emotional rollercoaster for most pets. If she even cared slightly, she was doing a great job of hiding it. Being auctioned didn't affect me either, but that's just because I was born to be auctioned. Literally. The only reason she tried to win me was to auction me. Sitting behind the ringtoss booth, I saw so many other aquarium dogs dragged off to the trading and auction houses. I knew my day would come soon. I was ready for it. She looked like she had just given up on emotions. And she probably had.

But she was beautiful and perfect in every way.

I had to at least talk to her. Just once. Learn her name, learn who she was, before she became only a memory. While my owner was distracted by a potential bidder, I walked over to her.



"Um...hey there...."

No response.

"Are you being auctioned too?" Stupid question, but it was all I could think of.

"What does it look like?"

"So, you are? That's cool. What's your name?"

"I was, um... never...given one.

"Hey, that's cool, me neither!"


(should I continue?)

Yeah! This was cool, I like the way it's different from most stories

[Dragonfire13]

Two In-Demand Pets.
X

"You know, we'll just be traded away...."
"And never see each other again. I know."

(story maybe?)

I love this and i want a story,k.

Being traded to her was a nightmare, at least, it was at first.
Is it too much to ask for a loving, caring owner who's not going to trade you off this time? When that trade was accepted, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was home.

But no, she had plans for me. Big plans. The second I arrived, I was hauled off to the auction house. Offers came flooding in and I knew I wouldn't stay here for long. Most of the bids were so close to what she called "auto". Once there was an auto, she told me, I'd leave immediantly and never return.

I had so many questions. Where would I go after the trade was accepted? Would I just be sent to someone else? I had heard of pets simply caught up in "gifting cycles", being tossed from one owner to the next, never given a home. Would that be me? What was all this talk about "demand" and "rarity"? I couldn't even begin to comprehend the complex theory of trading here. And most importantly, why was I not good enough for my new "owner"? Why did she want to be rid of me so badly?

That all changed in just a few days.


I knew it wouldn't work from the start.

It was hopeless even trying to talk to her. She wasn't even paying attention to the chaos of the auction house around her, simply ignoring it. Being auctioned is an emotional rollercoaster for most pets. If she even cared slightly, she was doing a great job of hiding it. Being auctioned didn't affect me either, but that's just because I was born to be auctioned. Literally. The only reason she tried to win me was to auction me. Sitting behind the ringtoss booth, I saw so many other aquarium dogs dragged off to the trading and auction houses. I knew my day would come soon. I was ready for it. She looked like she had just given up on emotions. And she probably had.

But she was beautiful and perfect in every way.

I had to at least talk to her. Just once. Learn her name, learn who she was, before she became only a memory. While my owner was distracted by a potential bidder, I walked over to her.



"Um...hey there...."

No response.

"Are you being auctioned too?" Stupid question, but it was all I could think of.

"What does it look like?"

"So, you are? That's cool. What's your name?"

"I was, um... never...given one.

"Hey, that's cool, me neither!"


(should I continue?)

Love it! You should keep going!

[micah]

This is very very late but thank you to those who commented on the last story I posted here ///

she’d sit in her yard, chargin’ a dime for some silly rhymes,
for things that didn’t mean nothin’ to nobody; thoughts of clouds,
candy, and stuff from card games to yard games.

or maybe she'd murmur of mermaids and their mermen,
their merknights and merkings and merqueens;
’course that was all “back then”,
back before she was done and transformed!
back before all of her stories and fables came true,
all before her breaths were washed blue!

oh, the locals said she was a poor case,
a basket-case as well, and that she ought to go hide her face;
but there was always one in the town fascinated with her tales,
her tales that turned her legs into a tail!
“how’d ya even manage that?” he asked,
while she be sittin' pretty and lookin' all aghast!

“to tell ya the truth i just don't know,
but it started the day i jus’ began to glow.
it was December and chilly and a bit wry,
but my papa still thought he ought to go out ’n fly.
i told him it was dangerous, and stupid, with his plane all’a worn,
but the look he flashed me was nothin' but torn.”

he nodded so solemnly she thought she broke the child,
for the look in his eye was no longer wild;
and he seemed to be sitting like a duck on a pond,
lips curved into something fond.
{something fond she hadn’t seen in a while,
ever since all them townfolks had started to call her vile.}

“tell me more,” he had requested,
“i won’t tell a soul,” on top of his tone he had quickly vested.
so she nodded, and nodded, and gathered her composure,
for this was sure to make her eyes double over.
“i’ll tell ya but you gotta promise me one thing:
you will never wish for wings, and you will never ever have a dream
that will seal your legs up at the seams.
promise me, lil’ boy, that you won't become a merman,
or forever in this town will you be damned.”

[Lovely Dreamer]

x
Anna x Charlie

In our world, the world most believe is one of fantasy, we have dogs with tails. But not normal tails, oh no, we have dogs with the tails of fish and sharks. Not everypuppy does, but there are many. I am one. So is he.
I know, I know, we look like regular pups. But we aren't. When a merdog or sharkdog has a pup, they live as normal puppies for the beginning of their life. They learn to swim and control their gills in a safe environment. Then, on their thirteenth birthday, they go to the sacred cove. The MerQueen and the SharQueen speak mystical words, and the puppy steps into the water.

They duck their heads under and display their understanding of the gills on their neck. Then, they close their eyes and resurface. Once they are above the water, they open their eyes and see whether they are a merdog or a sharkdog.
The merdogs are celebrated and brought to the capital by guards, where they attend a feast in their honor, along with any other new merdogs. But the sharkdogs are shunned by all onlookers, even parents. They are left to find their way to the Shark capital, where they, too, are celebrated. A merdog and a sharkdog cannot speak to each other. Merdogs are seen as more beautiful and graceful, while sharkdogs are brutish an cruel. Only the queens, littermates and very kind, are respected by all. They do not show bias.
Today, both Charlie and I go to the sacred cove. We know, no matter sharkdog or Merdog, we will get the same outcome. We are so similar, this is why we get along so well.
...
...
Charlie has still not appeared at the feast. Luckily, there is a list of all merdogs and sharkdogs arriving in the past week. I can go check that to see when Charlie will be here.


Where is Anna? I will check the list by the city gates.
...
...
She is a merdog.
He is a sharkdog.

x
Anna the Merdog x Charlie the Sharkdog

[Dragonfire13]

x
Anna x Charlie


In our world, the world most believe is one of fantasy, we have dogs with tails. But not normal tails, oh no, we have dogs with the tails of fish and sharks. Not everypuppy does, but there are many. I am one. So is he.
I know, I know, we look like regular pups. But we aren't. When a merdog or sharkdog has a pup, they live as normal puppies for the beginning of their life. They learn to swim and control their gills in a safe environment. Then, on their thirteenth birthday, they go to the sacred cove. The MerQueen speaks mystical words, and the puppy steps into the water.

They duck their heads under and display their understanding of the gills on their neck. Then, they close their eyes and resurface. Once they are above the water, they open their eyes and see whether they are a merdog or a sharkdog.
The merdogs are celebrated and brought to the capital, where they attend a feast in their honor, along with any other new merdogs. But the sharkdogs are shunned. They are left to find their way to the Shark capital, where they, too, are celebrated. A merdog and a sharkdog cannot speak to each other.
Today, both Charlie and I go to the sacred cove. We know, no matter sharkdog or Merdog, we will get the same outcome. We are so similar, this is why we get along so well.
...
...
Charlie has still not appeared at the feast. Luckily, there is a list of all merdogs and sharkdogs arriving in the past week. I can go check that to see when Charlie will be here.


Where is Anna? I will check the list by the city gates.
...
...
She is a merdog.
He is a sharkdog.

x
Anna the Merdog x Charlie the Sharkdog

Continue?

[Yes! Continue!]

[philocalist]

<3
Could someone make a story for them?

[Squishy Fishy]

x
Anna x Charlie


In our world, the world most believe is one of fantasy, we have dogs with tails. But not normal tails, oh no, we have dogs with the tails of fish and sharks. Not everypuppy does, but there are many. I am one. So is he.
I know, I know, we look like regular pups. But we aren't. When a merdog or sharkdog has a pup, they live as normal puppies for the beginning of their life. They learn to swim and control their gills in a safe environment. Then, on their thirteenth birthday, they go to the sacred cove. The MerQueen speaks mystical words, and the puppy steps into the water.

They duck their heads under and display their understanding of the gills on their neck. Then, they close their eyes and resurface. Once they are above the water, they open their eyes and see whether they are a merdog or a sharkdog.
The merdogs are celebrated and brought to the capital, where they attend a feast in their honor, along with any other new merdogs. But the sharkdogs are shunned. They are left to find their way to the Shark capital, where they, too, are celebrated. A merdog and a sharkdog cannot speak to each other.
Today, both Charlie and I go to the sacred cove. We know, no matter sharkdog or Merdog, we will get the same outcome. We are so similar, this is why we get along so well.
...
...
Charlie has still not appeared at the feast. Luckily, there is a list of all merdogs and sharkdogs arriving in the past week. I can go check that to see when Charlie will be here.


Where is Anna? I will check the list by the city gates.
...
...
She is a merdog.
He is a sharkdog.

x
Anna the Merdog x Charlie the Sharkdog

Continue?

[Yes! Continue!]

countinue...so sweet

[cswolf.]

@Lovely Dreamer: Please continue,sounds awesome so far :3

[Kingfisher]

x
Anna x Charlie


In our world, the world most believe is one of fantasy, we have dogs with tails. But not normal tails, oh no, we have dogs with the tails of fish and sharks. Not everypuppy does, but there are many. I am one. So is he.
I know, I know, we look like regular pups. But we aren't. When a merdog or sharkdog has a pup, they live as normal puppies for the beginning of their life. They learn to swim and control their gills in a safe environment. Then, on their thirteenth birthday, they go to the sacred cove. The MerQueen speaks mystical words, and the puppy steps into the water.

They duck their heads under and display their understanding of the gills on their neck. Then, they close their eyes and resurface. Once they are above the water, they open their eyes and see whether they are a merdog or a sharkdog.
The merdogs are celebrated and brought to the capital, where they attend a feast in their honor, along with any other new merdogs. But the sharkdogs are shunned. They are left to find their way to the Shark capital, where they, too, are celebrated. A merdog and a sharkdog cannot speak to each other.
Today, both Charlie and I go to the sacred cove. We know, no matter sharkdog or Merdog, we will get the same outcome. We are so similar, this is why we get along so well.
...
...
Charlie has still not appeared at the feast. Luckily, there is a list of all merdogs and sharkdogs arriving in the past week. I can go check that to see when Charlie will be here.


Where is Anna? I will check the list by the city gates.
...
...
She is a merdog.
He is a sharkdog.

x
Anna the Merdog x Charlie the Sharkdog

Continue?

[Yes! Continue!]

countinue...so sweet

I agree! Please continue!