Subeta - Pet Spotlight

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

: I understand - I've accidently deleted stuff I wasn't meant to before, too! Some of the others posting were a bit quick to jump the gun, like, but... ahh well.. you DO kinda expect that. I personally woulda waited to hear the other person's side first before making accusations. XD

Anyway... Congratulations on the win! It's a really nice profile/pet! Makes me think of the Angels from Supernatural, LOL. :P I'm too in love with that show, I guess!! hahaha.

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

Congrats Thiaaaaa :D -epic pouncehug- He's awesome ^_^

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

Oops. I must have deleted a ton of stuff while editing his profile. Credits will be added when i get home from work. The story isnt stolen, it was written for me by seifer. Thank you janet, plip and keshi for their talents ❤️

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

If you really feel like this has been stolen, file a ticket and a UA can take care of it for you.

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

you're welcome ^_^ I am hopeless with that kind of thing so I am getting my friend to help :P

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

-Guardian-Angel

Thank you. :) I need to write my own pet profiles, but I've been a bit of a lazy bum lately.

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

a story that hasn't been credited? and they allowed to win? bit unfair but, beautiful story you have written Seifer and congrats on winning anyways Thia

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

You can give me credit for Canvas' story, too.

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by

It is half a story. Here's the other half:

My evening plans of wallowing alone in a bottle of beer are dashed when the scent of cheap perfume wafts into my personal space. Glancing up, I see a woman at the bar beside me, her face covered in heavy make-up and her hair mussed from what I can only assume has been a busy night. As my eyes travel down her form, I get a better look at what she’s wearing. A tight tube top hugs her torso, while a bushy fur coat covers her shoulders and most of her waist. Add in her exceptionally high heels and barely-there skirt and you’re left with an outfit that would be considered illegal in civilized society.

She looks like my kind of woman.

Grinning lewdly, I slap some money onto the counter to pay for my drink then stand to greet the girl. “Hey there, gorgeous.” I purr, sideling up to her. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

She turns to study me for a moment – probably to assess whether I’m worth her time. I suppose she likes what she sees, because in the next moment she flashes me a seductive smile and replies, “Oh, I was thinking of grabbing a quick drink and then going to a club. But…I guess I could change my plans if you had something better in mind.” Batting her eyelashes coyly, she steps even closer to me, her perfume almost overwhelming.

“Oh, I believe I do. Here, let me get that.” I say, throwing more money onto the counter when the bartender sets down a bottle of beer for the young lady. Giggling, she snatches it up and takes a long sip, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Well then,” she breathes, placing her hand on my arm, “Lead the way.”

Chuckling lowly, I escort my new companion out of the bar and into the night, her heels clicking noisily on the sidewalk. It looks like tonight is turning out more promising than I thought.

December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm by