Blood and Wine:

Simone’s Notes:

Animal roleplay is a form of roleplay where at least one participant plays the part of an animal. As with most forms of roleplay, its uses include play and psychodrama. Animal roleplay is popular in BDSM culture as a form of subjugation or humiliation, and is often referred to as petplay. The origins of animal roleplay and petplay are probably various and diverse, again depending upon the participants involved. However, its origins are certainly influenced by costuming, fiction, myth and legend, roleplay and psychodrama in their various aspects. Some of the earliest published images of animal play, especially pony play, are to be found in the work of John Willie, primarily in BIZARRE magazine published from 1948 to 1959. The first commercial manifestation of this fetish was created by Simon Benson, the founder of the Petgirls website.

Edward and Dr. Pierce know what day it is. The pets in the basement of the apartment can feel it too. The feeling of dread consumed them as they heard the footsteps getting closer down the hall. They didn’t dare make a single peep.

“Oh little pets,” the good doctor called in a sing-song voice, “Come out and play.” He tapped on the bars. The poor souls scattered away when he pressed his face up against the cold steel for a closer look.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he said. “We just want to play.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” Edward said. “I’m hungry!”

“Patience, my friend,” Pierce replied as he unlocked the door, “The fun part is coming up soon.” Both men looked around at tonight’s selection.

“Which ones do you want?” the good doctor whispered. Edward let his eyes scan the nine pets trembling before him. They needed two choices for tonight’s meal. His lips curved into a smile.

“I want the little one with red hair,” he said aloud. A small girl looked around as if hoping she heard that wrong. Edward smirked as he nodded.

“Yes, you,” he replied. The incubus reached forward and grabbed her by the arm. She let out a yelp of pain. A boy with short blonde hair rushed to aid her, but Dr. Pierce kicked him in the stomach. The pet fell back with a grunt and tumble. Edward snorted at such a reaction.

“Looks like someone’s going to need more discipline!” he barked. He was about to hit the boy with his automail hand when the good doctor stopped him.

“Wait,” he said, “I’m going to take him tonight.” Edward gave him a rather strange look on his face.

“Why would you do that?” he asked. “He’s not even your type.” Dr. Pierce gave him a sinister smile as he leaned in close to his ear. The incubus whispered a little suggestion into his pal’s ear. Edward grinned once he got the gist.

“Oh,” he said. The good doctor gave him a nod. They both turned to their second choice. Dr. Pierce stared the boy down in the eye.

“You come with us now,” he hissed. The doctor incubus grabbed the glaring pet by the arm and dragged him off with the other pair. He took in with delight the cold look the boy gave him.

You won’t be so bold when we get through with you, you little bastard, Dr. Pierce thought. The four of them came upstairs to the kitchen. Edward shoved his pet selection forward and transmutated his arm into a blade. The red-haired girl let out a little squeal, but he covered her mouth.

“Scream and I will make this go longer,” he hissed in her ear. She went quiet so fast. Edward licked his hungry lips at her fear. The good doctor forced the other pet’s head forward. Just be looking at his girl being held over the giant white tub, he could tell where this was headed. Edward drew his blade down the girl’s back. She clenched her teeth and wished not to do. Her tormentor all but laughed at her thoughts.

Sorry, he thought, You won’t get your wish tonight. His blade traced up the girl’s spine. He loved the color of red slowly seeping out of the wounds. The incubus grunted with delight at the whimpering sounds his victim made. Unable to hold back, his tongue darted forward for the first taste of this game tonight. He would’ve had more if the good doctor hadn’t rested his hand on his shoulder to stop him. Edward looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. Dr. Pierce shook his head politely.

“No,” he said, “Save all of that for our guest tonight.” Both pets paused at those words. Edward glanced over his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s right,” he murmured. Both incubi turned their attention to the male pet. The good doctor handed him a knife.

“We’ve got a little game for you,” he said in a sing-song voice. The boy looked at him rather nervous. Edward leaned in close to his face.

“Cut up your little girlfriend over there and drink her blood,” he commanded in a low voice. “All of it!” The boy looked at him with eyes.

“No,” he murmured, shaking his head. Dr. Pierce pressed the knife into his hand.

“You telling us no?” he challenged. “From where I see it, you have no say in this matter.”

“Cut her or we’ll fuck her in front of you,” Edward hissed. The pet looked over at the bleeding redhead. Her big, frightened eyes stayed on him. Her boyfriend shook his head.

“No,” he said, “No, I can’t!” His hand trembled around the knife. “Kill me instead,” he pleaded. The incubi laughed at him. Dr. Pierce gave him a slap on the back.

“We’ll do that after you stab your little girlfriend,” he said.

“Or do you want me to do that honors?” Edward cooed. The boy looked at his captors and then over at his girl. Her big eyes told him what he needed to do.

Please make this stop. Just kill me to end it all.

The boy’s heart ached as he shut his eyes. He let off a loud cry as he ran over to his pale girlfriend. Dr. Pierce and Edward took in the delight as the pet stabbed her repeatedly with all of his might. She didn’t make a sound the whole time. The girl only closed her eyes and let death embrace her inch by inch. No one would hear them; the quick walls ate up their violent sounds.

“Don’t forget to drink the blood!” Edward called out. The boy turned to him with big horrified eyes.

“No one told you to stop,” the good doctor said.

“But…” the pet said in a quiet voice. Edward sailed forward and forced his head to the ground.

“I said drink it!” he barked. The poor pet reluctantly rolled out his tongue and began to lick up all of his girlfriend’s blood that spilled all over the white-tiled floor. Edward and the good doctor snickered as the pet degraded himself for their own amusement.

“Taste good, huh?” Dr. Pierce asked. The pet didn’t ask as he kept his eyes low. The good doctor gritted his teeth.

“I asked you a question!” he snapped. “Does her blood taste good or not?!?” The poor soul cried out in pain.

“Yes,” he said in a whimper. The two monsters smirked at him.

“Good,” Edward told him. They let the pet finish licking up the pet before dragging him back to his cell. The early morning hours, he bit off his own tongue and bled to death because he couldn’t take the shame they broke him with. It didn’t matter to the slaves, however.

There would be plenty more where that came from.