Off to Golden Pets

Jennifer only stops gushing about how excited she is about owning her first blonde girl once the pair of you arrive at Golden Pets. Throughout the whole drive down, she talked about how she can’t wait to study the behavior of a domesticated girl in a modern environment, how she’ll have a ‘real life’ Barbie doll to groom and dress up, not to mention how much fun it’ll be to have a pet in the house.

You just remained quiet, focusing on the road. With how anxiously excited you were about the situation, the last thing you needed was to lose your cool while in the car. But thankfully, the drive was uneventful and you pull into the parking lot of Golden Pets, a non-discrete two story pet store. Unable to contain herself, your fiancée pulls you by the hand towards to two large doors that make up the entrance of the establishment.

Inside, you’re greeted by a much older man, a clerk that you quickly take to be the owner of Golden Pets. He smiles as you enter, ushering you forward.

“My my, someone’s excited this morning. I take it this is your first time at Golden Pets?”

The eager girl in your arms nodded profusely. “Well, I’ve been here with a couple girlfriends before, checking out your stock. But this is the first time we’re here to buy, yes.”

At that, the man grins, extending his hand. “Happy to hear it! I’m Gus, the owner of Golden Girls, and I’ll be happy to help you on this wonderful journey. Ahh… but first-“ Gus then hesitates, pausing while he does no effort to conceal the fact that he’s opening gauging both you and Jennifer. He does so for a quick moment, nodding to himself, before giving you his business-like smile.

“Ahh, sorry about that. As I’m sure you know, we at Golden Girls only sell to a more customary clientele. You see, it takes a lot of time and effort to raise and train our blondes, and so we don’t want to sell them to just anyone.” His words immediately clarify all confusion you had as to why Jennifer had dressed up. It made sense after all; owning a pet is already a big responsibility, you’d imagine owning another human would be even more so.

“But,” Gus continues, “The two of you seem rather well established and comfortable. If you’ll follow me, I’ll be able to start the paperwork. I just need a brief overview of your finances and other information to make sure that you won’t mistreat your pets, as requested by the laws. But, once that’s done I’ll go and get my girls and you’ll be able to take your pick.”

Jennifer’s practically jumping like a five year old by this, disengaging from you in order to follow Gus as quickly as she can. You catch up soon after, not wanting to get left behind.

As you and Jen sign the papers, she’s making conversation with Gus, talking about her school work and plans for her eventual thesis. “Yeah, I’m pursuing a masters in psychology! I’m specialising in animal personas; despite what everyone thinks, a lot of animals out there have vastly different personalities. I’m working with a professor of mine to help determine if those personas are purely biological, instinctual, or if the environment that they’re raised in plays a factor.”

That much isn’t new information to you. Jennifer had always been a big advocate for animal rights and pushing for the fair use of domesticated animals. It’s part of the reason why you’d first imagined your fantasy of pet girls; both you and Jennifer had spent countless hours talking about the hypotheticals about a domesticated human.

It seems like her studies were delving into those realms, now that your talks were made reality, from what you can gather as she continues to talk to Gus. “It’s part of the reason why I’ve always wanted a pet blondie. I couldn’t have one growing up, my parents could barely afford to raise me, let alone take care of another girl who, while being of legal adult age, would require much more work than me. But, the school forbids blondies on campus due to some students not approving of the practice, and so now that John and I are finally financially stable, it’s my chance to observe a blondie’s behavior and watch her personality develop in a loving environment.”

Gus chuckles at her story, placing a loving hand on Jennifer’s shoulder. “Well, I’d be more than happy to help you in your studies, Jennifer! It pleases me to know that one of my girls will be moving to such a loving home.” He takes a brief moment to look over the now signed paperwork, nodding to himself once more.

“Everything seems to be in order. Come, and I’ll show you my blondes.”

Putting the documents away, he smiles at the two of you and beckons you to follow, the large man rushing into the back of the store.