#escaped pet

[wigmund]

A black rabbit that was loose outside of my apartment this morning. Not the first released pet rabbits I've seen here sadly, I think the last of the batch that was released last year was sadly run over in the busy road nearby sadly. Photo taken May 11, 2025.

[m-calculus]

You found her

It had been a long rescue. Virgil sank down onto a crate, his forearms resting on his thighs as he let his head rest heavy into his hands. 

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the stench of the mud that coated his uniform, picturing himself back on the island, or better yet in his warm cozy bed. 

He felt something nudge against his knee, but was too tired to care. There it was again. Virgil opened one eye to investigate, and the ball fur which had been nudging him with its nose immediately sprang forward and started licking his face with its wet tongue. 

“Hey!” Virgil sat up straighter, smiling, as the fluffy black dog licked his face. 

The dog eventually quieted down, sitting on Virgil’s lap and panting as he stroked its fur. 

“Where did you come from?” Virgil couldn’t see a collar. 

“Mister! Hey mister!” Some children were running towards TB2. 

Virgil stood up, cradling the dog securely in his arms. 

“Oh thank goodness you’ve found her, we’ve been so worried!” The eldest girl stopped right in front of him, holding a lead with the collar attached.

“I take it this is your dog?” Virgil set the dog down on the ground as the girl placed the collar around its neck. 

“Yes, she got away in all the commotion. I hope she hasn’t been any trouble?”

Virgil let go once the collar was on securely and the dog ran from child to child sniffing and jumping up to lick their hands, making them giggle. 

“No, no trouble at all.” Virgil smiled as the children fussed over their dog on the way back to the evacuation centre. At least they and their pet were safe. 

[carnagecardinal]

Content warning: bbu, dubcon (sexual, brief, semi explicit? they do the do but it’s not super graphic), conditioned responses, self-loathing, am I missing anything? It’s been awhile.

Very fleeting and vague mention of @ashintheairlikesnow’s gross politician Oliver Branch. Right there, at the top, that’s it. Sorry for the tag, Ash.

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A news show spools out across the flatscreen. A background murmur of voices discussing the circumstances of some politician found drowned in a river states away. It stands as the sole source of light, and with each shift of perspective the shadows crowding the living room jump and dance.

The Stray follows them with his eyes, tries to trace their dark contours before they leap into a new position. But the pressure of a palm skating up his bare thigh recaptures his attention, and he blinks at the unpleasant reality of his situation. The hand stops just short of his boxers and gives a squeeze, and sitting across from him his host chuckles.

“Don’t look so unhappy.” Jeremy leans in, presses a kiss to Stray’s neck that has him tipping his head away on instinct. On a command gone unspoken. “You said you wanted to.” Another kiss. “I think you missed me.”

“I missed your couch.” Arousal robs Stray’s voice of the disinterest he aims for, turns it low, husky. Betraying the way his body craves the touch of flesh to his while his soul screams for distance. “And I never said I wanted to, I just said I’d do it.”

Jeremy laughs. “My couch can’t pleasure you like I can.” With a splayed hand he pushes Stray back against the armrest, and holds him there as he drops his eyes. With a smirk they flick back up. “It looks to me like you want it.”

Fingers glide over his waistband and Stray looks to the side. Stares at the clothes scattered across the floor as lips brush his ear, and he wonders why he ever agreed to take his off. A park bench would have suited him just fine, and he wouldn’t have had to fuck for it.

But he knows why.

A fresh heat flushes through him as the boxers are slid from his hips. An abhorrent wildfire that burns down his reservations and stokes him to an unwilling readiness.

When Jeremy whispers, make some noise for me baby, Stray does. Gives him whimpers and whines in all the right places as hands and lips roam his skin. A flawless moan pulls from him as something else pushes in, filling his body with a pleasure that poisons his heart.

When they finish they’re sweat slick and panting. Jeremy withdraws, crawling off to sit opposite him with a lazy smile just shy of patronizing. Stray doesn’t return it. Half expecting a protest he stands, but all that pursues him is a sense of self-loathing as he makes for the bathroom.

Closing the door, he leans against it. Shutting himself in to be alone with that familiar sting, the one that comes in the aftermath of having wrecked himself for someone else.

The park was an option, but he belongs here. On a bed, a couch, a floor, with the weight of a man buried in him to give him a purpose. It’s what he was trained for. What he signed up for.

A prickle starts behind his eyes, and he presses fingers to them to stop it from turning to something else. A fist squeezes his chest, and he measures his breath to keep it from hitching.

From the other room his name is called. And when Stray feels composed he follows it back to start again.

[merosmenagerie]

I was woken up this morning by the sound of shouting from the garden. Bizarrely, exactly a year to the day I first bought her, Ramen the corn snake, who’s been missing since a pet sitter left her viv open in April last year, reappeared in the middle of the garden.

After a brief stand off with my dad brandishing a rake, she was recaptured and after a quick run to the shop a spare rub was made into a suitable viv!

She was tiny and only 8 months old when she went missing! Now she’s pushing 3ft and is bizarrely in great shape despite having been outside in the middle of winter.

I’m getting her booked in with a vet to be dewormed and checked over ASAP, but I’m just so happy she’s okay, I thought she was dead!

[m-calculus]

Escaped pet

Buddie and Ellie escape!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35007403

[breadeddragons]

Awful news...I had Jengo (frilled dragon) out most of the day yesterday because we’re in the middle of a heat wave in Arizona and he was getting overheated in his enclosure. I was keeping pretty good track of him until I went out to do the laundry in the evening, and I usually don’t close the front door all the way because it sticks and tends to lock me outside. So there was a tiny sliver of a gap, right...well he had been climbing the curtains right next to the door when I went out to do the laundry and I didn’t think at the time to close the door because he was so close. I also went right back out to get the mail. So the door was cracked for a considerable amount of time. And we can’t find him anywhere. We’ve literally turned the apartment upside down, looked in all his usual places, searched every cranny with a flashlight. And I’m trying really hard not to sit down and just cry about it and I feel terrible. I’m just scared he got outside and if that’s the case, he’s gone. He’s too skittish to stay around and we live right next to a highway with loud cars. We’re moving in two weeks so we have to start packing today or tomorrow and I’m really hoping he turns up. It’s 86 degrees in our apartment right now and 7 minutes past noon and he hasn’t stirred, if he’s even still in here. I don’t know what to do.

[knuxtiger4]

I need to go here one day just to see them.