Picking the right pet for the right person can be, in many ways, an art form. Much of it is common sense - you must match the environmental needs with the space available, and make sure you don't sell anyone two pets that would kill each other on sight. But much more of it is intuition—understanding lifestyles and feeling out temperaments. Finding the right pet is a lot like match-making—full of nuance and taking chances, but in the end there's someone for everyone.
Joseph Anderson understands this; it's what he does every day. He's used to sizing up a customer the second they walk into the pet store, analyzing their clothing and their stride and the way the glance around the shop, and often he already has a sense of them by the time they reach the counter.
Take, for example, the young man who has just walked in. Young, upper middle-class by the look of him, with a bit of an overconfident swagger. Probably just bought his first apartment. Probably looking for a dog, but can't be convinced to get something really small because he thinks small dogs are girly. Probably looking for something big and manly, but really needs something small and easy to keep at home while you go out.
"Hello," says Anderson, smiling. "How can I help you today?"
"Well, I'm thinking about getting a dog," says the kid. "You know, something to protect the house while I'm at work."
Anderson's smile does not falter. Bingo. "Of course. And may I ask what sort of space you have available?"
"Oh, I just moved into this suite with a couple of friends. It's a really big apartment, I figured a big dog would be right at home."
'I'm sure,' thinks Anderson. But out loud he says, "Certainly. But for apartment living, if I may recommend something a trifle smaller...?"
He leads the young customer through a door on the back wall of the store and into a large back room full of wire pens where the dogs are kept. Naked boys, gagged and wearing dog ears on straps around their heads, look up at them through the wire mesh of the cages as they pass.
Anderson stops by one of the pens where a pale, skinny boy is kneeling on the ground, chest pressed to the floor as he writhes under the stimulation of the vibrator planted deep in his anus. The dog ears on the boy's head shake slightly as the boy trembles and whimpers around the ball gag in his mouth.
"That?" says the young customer doubtfully. "Look at him. There's nothing to him! I feel like I'd crush him the second I tried to touch him."
"I know it might seem that way," Anderson explains patiently, "but large dogs require constant exercise. Unless you have time to go out on runs every day, this one is more suitable to indoor apartment living."
The boy looks back at the dog skeptically. "He's making that stupid little whimpery noise that little dogs make, though. I don't want a dog that's going to be whimpering and yipping all the time."
"He just needs a little training," Anderson explains. "He's young. With a firm hand and some discipline, little dogs like this don't bark at all. This particular breed takes instruction very well. He should be easy for you to train. We give regular training sessions here, if you want to enroll, but if that's too much for you, just be firm and give light punishment when necessary and a lot of good positive reinforcement, and he'll be quiet as a lamb in no time."
"I don't know. I don't really have a lot of time to spend training or anything."
'And you wanted a big dog?' Anderson thinks. He opens the door to the pen and guides the young customer in. "We've had this one here at the shop for a few months now, and he's already responding well to training. Let me show you."
Anderson whistles and pats his thigh. "Here. Here boy."
The boy in the pen looks up at him with uncertain eyes. The vibrator in his ass is large, several inches in diameter, and deeply embedded within him. It appears very difficult for him to move, but he tries his best, shuffling over to the two of them on all fours. Anderson smiles and reaches down around the back of the boy's head, untying the ball gag and removing it from his mouth. He pats the boy on the head and points to the customer.
"Go suck," he commands. "Go on."
The boy shuffles over to the customer on his knees, reaching forward to the young man's jeans and undoing the button. He's barely pulled the young man's cock out before he has it entirely in his mouth, sighing softly as it begins to harden on his tongue.
The young customer lets out a grunt and grabs the dog's hair, pushing the boy's nose forward into his pubic hair. The dog, who has indeed been responding well to Anderson's training, doesn't flinch or pull back. Even as the swiftly-hardening member begins to stab down into his throat, he remains in place, swallowing the cock as deep as he can.
The young man begins to pump his hips, thrusting into the boy's mouth, forcing his cock down the boy's throat. "I see he's fixed," he mutters to Anderson, gesturing with a flick of his chin down at the small plastic cage that tightly confines the boy's cock and balls, preventing him from growing hard.
Anderson smiles. "Yes, we do that for all our pets, free of charge. You'll have to let him out to come occasionally, for his health, or you can take him to the vet periodically and have the vet do it. It's a fairly simple procedure, though. We can sell you a fairly cheap, small vibrator for prostate stimulation if you don't want to have to work at it."
"That doesn't sound too bad," the young man says warily. He still seems skeptical, but the eager if not expert attention he's receiving from the boy's mouth seems to be winning him over.
They don't speak much more as the customer continues to thrust between the young boy's lips. Anderson reaches down to the vibrator nestled between the boy's ass cheeks, still buzzing happily away, and flicks a small switch at the base.
The boy squeals around the customer's penis as the vibrator suddenly jumps up to a higher speed. The vibration of the boy's cries must be more than the customer can handle, because suddenly his hips are bucking as he comes violently into the small boy's mouth, flooding it with seed.
The boy coughs, backing off, the customer's seed dripping from his mouth down his chin and onto the floor. Anderson frowns and delivers a sharp slap to the boy's naked rear end.
"Bad!" he says loudly. "Bad dog! You swallow!"
The dog whimpers, sitting back against his sore bottom, driving the madly-vibrating dildo further into his anus. Anderson shakes his head and reaches forward to grab the boy's jaw, forcing his mouth open and re-inserting the ball gag. "Sorry about that," he apologizes to the customer. "As I said, he's still pretty young and needs a bit of training."
"That's okay." The young man takes a few more deep breaths as he recovers from his orgasm, before tucking his member back into his pants and re-zipping it. "He's pretty good. He'll do. I'll take him."
"Very good." Anderson smiles and nods, gesturing for the young man to precede him out of the cage. "If you'll step this way, we'll need to go through a little paperwork before you can take him home. I'll get you started out front."
They make their way back into the store proper, Anderson locking the dog's pen behind them. As they enter back into the front room, Anderson notices another customer standing nonchalantly by the front counter. The man is heavily tattooed, with a punk-rock haircut and a nose ring. He smiles at Anderson when they come in and nods in greeting. Standing next to him is a tall, dark-haired man with bronze skin and intense eyes, his arm slung casually over the punk's shoulders. The man is entirely nude, and his penis is fully erect, like a challenge.
"Ah, Randy!" says Anderson, recognizing a regular customer. "Here for some snake food, I assume? I'll be right with you. Let me just get this guy started on his adoption paperwork."
Anderson bustles behind the counter and finds the requisite paperwork and a pen, handing it to the previous customer. "It should be fairly self-explanatory," he says, gesturing to the forms, "but let me know if you have any questions. I'll just be right back."
Anderson leaves the customer at the counter while he goes into a small storage room off to the side to get Randy his snake food.
He returns moments later with a tiny young blond boy, naked but for some spare bits of bondage gear and a headband adorned with mouse ears. The boy's arms are restrained behind his back, one white leather cuff joining each wrist to the opposite elbow. As with the dogs, a large ball gag is wedged firmly into his mouth.
"Here you are, Randy," says Anderson. "I figured you'd be coming in today, so I got one all ready for you."
"Thanks man," says the punk. "You mind if I feed him here? It's just less of a hassle if I don't have to come back in."
"Oh certainly," says Anderson. "Go right ahead." He holds the trembling boy out to the customer.
Randy grabs the boy's shoulder and spins him around, pushing him down to the ground on his stomach. He takes the arm of the now-bemused bronze-skinned man from around his shoulders and nudges him gently in the direction of the bound boy. "Go for it," he encourages.
The man needs no further encouragement. He falls on the bound mouse, grabbing the boy's hips and pulling them up and backward onto the spear of his erection. He begins to pound mercilessly, thrusting into the poor mouse with abandon, gliding slickly in and out of the boy's apparently well-prepared passage.
"So, how's he doing?" Anderson asks, watching impassively as the snake man brutally fucks the small boy on the floor. "Any problems?"
"He's been a little sluggish recently," Randy admits. "I think it's the weather. I turned the temperature up in his habitat, and he seems okay now. Plus he hasn't eaten in a bit, so, you know."
"Yeah, he's really going at it," Anderson remarks. And he is. The snake man drives into his prey with such overpowering thrusts that it actually scoots the small boy forward across the floor. The man rearranges his grip on the boy's hips and yanks him backward, impaling him as deeply as he possibly can onto the man's erection.
As Randy eyes his pet's cock sliding swiftly in and out of the tight ring of flesh that clasps it, the other customer finishes up his paperwork and gestures for Anderson's attention.
"Ah yes, finished?" Anderson asks with a smile. He takes the man's papers. "There's a one-week trial period, remember, so if it's less that a week and you don't seem to be getting along with him, just bring him back and we'll refund you your money. I'll go get him set up on a leash. Meanwhile, why don't you buy him some food and any toys you think might be fun?" Anderson gestures over to a wall of accessories, grabs a leash from a rack by the door, and disappears into the back room.
When he returns, he is leading the boy from earlier on all fours, the leash attached to a collar around his neck. The ball gag, ears, and cage around his genitals are still in place, but the vibrator that was in his anus has been removed.
"Oh, no dildo?" the customer asks.
"No, sorry, that one is store use only. We have a good selection of vibrators among the toys though, if you'd like your own."
The customer heads back over to the toy wall and selects a large purple vibrator, which he places on the counter along with the other items he's selected: nipple clamps, a bag of healthy pet food and a dish to put it in, a ring gag to fit over the boy's teeth while someone fucks his mouth, and a spreader bar designed to be attached to the boy's ankles, keeping his legs spread wide open for easier access to his asshole. "These, then," says the customer.
"Very good," says Anderson. He rings the customer up, bags the toys, and hands him the end of the leash. "I hope you two will get along well!"
The customer smiles and throws him a nod as he leads the dog out of the store, the boy shuffling along behind him on all fours. Anderson turns his attention back to Randy's snake, which is still violently fucking the mouse of the floor of the pet shop.
Moments later though, he finally finishes. Anderson watches the tendons in the man's neck stick out as he comes roughly into the boy's ass, flooding him with so much seed that it drips out around his cock and drips over the boy's cheeks, spattering on the floor.
"Sorry," says Randy. "He's not usually such a mess."
"That's quite alright," Anderson assures him. "I'm used to cleaning up messes. Shall I ring you up?"
"Yes, I think that's all today," says Randy, as his pet finally pulls his now softening penis out of the small boy's sloppy, ruined asshole. The mouse slumps to the floor, his legs smeared with a thick paste of the snake's cum as it oozes out of him.
Randy pays and waves goodbye, taking the satiated snake with him. Anderson sighs and goes to clean up what's left of the poor little mouse.
He's just finishing when the bell above the door jingles, admitting an older gentleman with greying hair around his temples. Anderson thinks maybe he recognizes the man.
"Hello?" he says, politely questioning.
"Ah, yes, hi," says the man. "I bought a cat here last week?"
"Ah, yes," says Anderson, finally placing him. "I remember. Is something wrong?"
"Not at all, not at all!" says the man, holding up a hand in apology for any possible offense. "Quite the contrary, actually. He and I are doing quite well, but I'm worried he might be a little lonely, and so I'm looking for a companion."
"Oh, yes? Well then, let's see what we can do." Anderson takes the older gentleman—Smith, was it? Smitt, maybe?—into the back room and leads him over to the side where the cats are kept. Cats are interesting to Anderson. In a way they are both easier and harder to match with people than dogs.
On the one hand, cats are unpredictable. It can be impossible to tell, even knowing the cat and the person very well, whether they'll be the best of friends or the worst of enemies. On the other hand though, cats are never afraid to make their opinions known, and it's always very clear whether they are interested or not. They can be fickle, and this interest can change, but often it's easy to tell from a short interaction how well they will get along with someone.
With this in mind, Anderson leads the gentleman into a small side room with a chair and some cat toys, and closes the door behind them. He then goes over to another door and opens it into the cat room. Pens full of naked boys in cat ears eye him warily. Unlike the dogs, the cats wear no ball gags, although many of them have large dildoes shoved into their asses capped in furry tails that match the ears on their heads. Like the dogs, they too have small plastic cages trapping their genitals, keeping them from growing hard.
Anderson chooses a boy that he thinks might suit and opens his cage, leading him out into the room where the older gentleman waits. Unfortunately, the boy seems to show no interest in the man at all. Instead he goes straight to one corner of the room and simply stands there, glaring. Anderson shakes his head, apologizes to the man, and takes the cat back to his cage.
He looks again at the assembled feline boys and thinks hard. There's one in particular, a young man with messy black hair, dark eyes and a haughty attitude, that he knows gets along well with other cats, and so would be good as another cat's companion—but he's not sure the boy's bossy demeanor will suit the older gentleman.
Still, he takes the boy out of his cage and brings him into the empty room to see. To his surprise, the boy goes over to the gentleman almost immediately. The long black tail at the end of the dildo in his ass swishes slightly as he walks, almost stalking, towards the gentleman.
The gentleman smiles as the cat approaches him, and reaches out to tangle a hand in the boy's hair, tugging lightly. The boy moans his appreciation and goes almost immediately for the man's belt buckle and the catch on his khaki pants.
With the man's fly undone, the cat boy does not immediately pull out the man's member, but instead sits on his lap, grinding his ass down against the cloth-covered cock and letting out a needy little moan.
A look of unexpected but pleasant surprise crosses the gentleman's face, and he reaches a hand forward to rub the boy's exposed nipple.
The boy gasps and squirms, grinding harder against the man's lap. His writhing has the expected effect, and the man's erection soon strains against the boy's ass, pushing against its cloth confinement.
The gentleman abruptly switches from rubbing the boy's nipple to pinching it, raising the other hand to pinch the other nipple simultaneously. Anderson steps forward, sure the cat will turn angry at this gesture, but to his surprise the boy simply lets out a pleased wail and starts to rub back and forth over the man's erection with a vengeance.
The man moves, shifting the cat's weight over to one side so that he can free his own erection. It pops up hungrily into the air, fully hard now, and the cat doesn't hesitate.
Turning himself so that his back is to the gentleman's chest, the boy reaches behind himself and grabs his own tail, using it to shift the dildo in his ass over to one side.
The gentleman seems to expect him to take the toy out, but instead the cat boy merely pulls hard to one side, stretching himself open, and lowers himself down onto the man's cock. It takes some doing—the head of the gentleman's penis butts futilely up against the boy's asshole, blocked by the large invasive shape of the dildo. But the cat is persistent, and lowers his weight inch by unforgiving inch, forcing the tip of the penis into his ass alongside the dildo, coaxing the muscles of his anus around the additional girth, nudging it inward and down, inward and down, working the head inside himself until finally with a swift release of tension he sits all the way down, abruptly shoving the full length of the man's cock up into himself beside the dildo.
The cat begins to ride him with abandon. He lifts himself up with smooth motions, up and up as the man's cock slides out of him, nearly to the head, then impales himself downward again before the intruding member can slip fully out of him. As he does so he gives a soft series of mewls and cries as the fullness of two cocks stretches him wide open.
The gentleman reaches around him and continues to tweak and pinch at the boy's nipples, causing his soft mewls to blossom into full cries and then a piteous wail as the gentleman gives them a savage twist. He starts to move faster, fucking himself in earnest on the man's cock, plunging it over and over up into his anus. The slick lube in his ass gives a wet squelching sound as it struggles to ease the passage of the two intruding shapes. The cat boy slams himself down, harder and harder until finally the gentleman grabs his hips, forces him downward so that his twitching balls brush the skin of the boy's ass as they pump their load of seed inside him.
The two stay joined for a moment, panting, before the cat boy lifts himself up off of the gentleman's lap and moves to kneel on the floor between his legs. He leans his head forward and, with careful swift laps of his tongue, proceeds to clean the slick mess of semen off the gentleman's cock even while the rest of it drips out of his own ass onto the floor.
The man gasps at the cat's tongue on his over-sensitive, softening erection, but he strokes the boy's hair as the boy licks his cock free of every last trace of cum, swallowing it happily.
The gentleman smiles and pats the boy's head, then looks up at Anderson. "He seems lovely. Shall I take him home, then?"
"By all means," says Anderson, surprised himself at the unusual level of affection from this particular boy. "Double-check to make sure he gets along with the previous cat before you make up your mind to keep him for good, but I wouldn't be too worried. Be careful though—he might bully the other cat a little. He can be a bit of a tough one."
"Oh, I have a way with the naughty ones," the gentleman says with a smile. He reaches over the cat boy and down to his ass, sliding a pair of finger's into the boy's anus alongside the cat-tailed dildo that still resides there. The wet, stretched hole parts easily, dripping cum onto his exploring fingers. He raises them up again for the cat to lick off, which the boy does with a happy sound.
'Well,' thinks Anderson as he watches the cat he had always thought of as a mean bully mewl pleadingly around the return of the two and a third finger to his asshole, 'I guess you can't predict them all.'