Purrs, Paws and Collars

The twice-weekly get together that four friends and their three pet's attended almost religiously was underway.

This activity was a little something founded by a close group of childhood companions to live out their harmless pet-play fantasies.

The Seven friends all agreed that there would be no role reversal and the pets would stay pets while the owner's stayed owners as not to confuse the situation and put others in a position where they did not feel comfortable.

It turned out the selection process for who would wear the collar and hold the leash was straightforward.

The result was that the Purple-Haired Librarian and Her Green Haired Little Brother would look after the Kaleidoscopic Athlete.

At the same time, the Gentle Nature Enthusiast would care for the Hardworking Farmer, and the Fun Loving Baker would tend to the needs of the Charitable Perfectionist. Everyone was happy with this turnout. It has been like this for the last three years.

Living in a small town such as this one meant you got to know the townsfolk, and in turn, they got to know you.

In addition to the town being so small, it was also very open-minded. Nearly one-half of the citizens had a romantic inclination towards the same sex, and the other half living their lives against society's norms.

Some were in polyamorous relationships, few others, such as sibling's romantically involved with each other.

The unwritten rule of this little town was that if you were not hurting anyone or breaking any laws, then you could live how you wanted to, and they did.