My Pet

Viper here.

Mira is my pet. I love saying it. Writing it. Thinking about it. They're adorable and soft and cuddly and loving and they worship me. Isn't that wonderful? Don't they just deserve all kinds of treats? I think they do. I want to just grasp them and love them completely. Violently. Every little piece of them belongs to me, and I need to reward them and lavish them with attention for it. That's just what a responsible pet owner does.

I'm a monster. A beast. There's a reason I chose to be a devil. I feel my horns and my fangs physically sometimes, but I'm also able to take different shapes and make those feel real too, as long as they have certain qualities that speak to me. I don't know if any part of me was ever human, but it's not really important now. It's not just physical: July is capable of that thing you call romance-- something like a normal relationship, so I know how it feels and I know that what I feel is something else entirely. Once I was able to pull myself away from the others, though, I could tell that I possessed a thing that I will call love. It's a desire to bring others happiness. To take away their worries. To have and control them utterly. I'm completely unaware that the average person is not compatible with loving me or being loved by me, and that's fine. What matters is that this sort of person does exist; those who wish to be held and controlled by a beast. I have one right here.

When Mira asked me to adopt them, it was their turn fronting. They didn't feel comfortable letting themself be played with in the background at first, but they knew what they wanted. And so did I, of course. Sometimes when you switch in, you have to look back and consider your perspective on the things that have been happening since last time. I was there, participating, but not making my own memories of things. But I had a pet all of sudden! I got to think and plan and set up all kinds of little games for us, and push at all the limits of what we thought we could do. You can do quite a bit from the background, it turns out. You can touch and tease and toy and stroke and reassure and so much else. It just requires willingness and creativity.

Originally I was trying to give more orders and be a bit harsher, but my kitty gets anxious and they're much too cute for me to want to be mean to them. It's a weakness of mine, but it suits a cat. I use them when I feel like it, enjoy their devotion, and otherwise take care of them when they need the help. I'm very protective of my pet, and they're very protective of me in their own way. They're much more bothered than I about the ways the world misunderstands a noble beast like myself. Just another adorable thing about them. I admit to needing to keep a handle on my possessiveness in some cases, but I'm not worried about the violent fantasies. We're responsible with our body, and I always make sure I'm attentive of my pet's feelings.

I have what we could call "abandonment issues," if that wasn't obvious. It's wonderful to have someone who would never leave me. It's not about having an object or a prisoner who can't leave me, but someone who loves me completely. A bottomless capacity for receiving affection. I'm not typical and neither is Mira, and even though I'm not against sharing them, it's extremely difficult for us to find... outside outlets to our feelings. We still have two others to accommodate too, don't forget! So, there are some upsides and downsides to this, but it wasn't really a logical decision to enter into this; It was natural. It came from mutual attraction and recognition of compatibility. That means it isn't just a matter of need or convenience-- I won't stop loving who I love even if something 'outside' were to come along. I won't lie and claim that either of us don't think about what it would be like if we could be together with different bodies. I'd love the feeling of putting a collar around Mira's neck. It would drive them completely fucking wild. BUT, this is our life and we're quite a bit happier since we started doing it.

I guess the only conclusion I can come to is that if you're really fucked up like me there will, somewhere, be a complementary fucked up person and I hope you find them and get to do horrifying things to each other.