Going Home
Chapter 1 - Chapter 3
Not entirely happy with the chapter title, so I may change it later, but it was bugging me not having a proper title. So this will do for now.
CW: BBU, pet whump, dehumanization, conditioned whumpee, Stockholm syndrome it's fluffier than this makes it sound though
Asher pulled into the driveway. The car his owner used was already there, which meant he’d made it home before Asher, as happened more often than not.
Asher opened the door and went inside. He hung up his jacket, then sighed contentedly. He was glad to be back home. He loved the freedom and privileges that came with his unusual—or unusual for a pet, anyways—lifestyle, but he could only fully relax at home with his Master.
The pet followed the faint sound of sizzling to the kitchen. Master was making dinner. He often did. Asher wasn’t a good cook. Master was wealthy enough that he could have simply ordered them food every night, but he believed in having at least half of their dinners home-cooked. Occasionally Asher had felt bad about leaving his Master to do all the work in that regard, but Master had reassured him that he didn’t mind; if he’d wanted a Domestic, that’s what he would have bought.
Master glanced up when Asher came into the room, likely alerted by some small noise. He gave Asher a smile.
“Hi, Master,” Asher said, smiling back.
“Hey, Asher. How was work?” Master’s eyes went back to the food he was sautéing, but Asher could tell he was still paying attention.
“It was okay. A little tense, like it often is.”
Master nodded once and hmmed sympathetically.
“What about you? How was your day?” Asher asked him.
“Oh, same old. No complaints. You know I don’t have as many stressors at work as you do.”
Asher nodded slightly. He did know. Master didn’t have to deal with being a pet in a human workplace, obviously, but that wasn’t the only thing which made his work more on the easy side. Master was a higher-up in his company, so there was less pressure for him to do much work himself as long as he made sure everyone else was doing their jobs right.
Master turned off the stove, and moved the food to the table while Asher grabbed plates and silverware from the cupboard. He set them down in their places.
“Alright, dig in,” Master said.
Asher happily did so. It was tasty. The food Master gave him pretty much always was, but no matter how often he ate good food, Asher knew not to take it for granted. Not after the months in training when he’d been given nothing but the dreadful stuff that passed as food in the WRU.
The two made a little idle chat as they ate, talking about their days and a few recent interactions they’d had with people.
Asher and his owner often hung out together after dinner, since they didn’t see each other much earlier during the day, at least on weekdays. One of the downsides to being a pet with an actual job. Tonight the two of them picked out a few boardgames to play together. They had fun, and it made Asher feel warm and happy. One-on-one time with his Master made Asher feel wanted. And as a pet, he needed to be wanted.
When it was time to turn in for the night, both went to Master’s room. They nearly always slept in the same bed, but it was entirely platonic and chaste. After all, Master had bought a Platonic, not a Romantic. Asher loved the cuddles. A soft bed and warm blankets were nice, but not nearly as important as fulfilling his deep need for touch. Master seemed to enjoy the cuddles too; he often held or petted Asher.
Asher contentedly snuggled into the blankets with his owner. He nuzzled into Master’s side. As he settled there, he felt a hand in his hair, making pleasant stroking motions. Asher let out a happy sleepy sigh. “Good night, Master.”
“Good night, bud.”
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