Name: Cat Ears and Dog Tails
Author: JeffroMattyHardy
Disclaimer: Let's see…I've never owned anything before, I sure as hell don't own anything now. Damn, life sucks. I own Alexis Michaels. She is my favorite and only OC:)
Summary: No one knows that in the WWE, when you've been in the company for 2 years, you're given the chance to choose your own "pet". The pets are allowed only to valet, but that doesn't mean bad things still don't happen. Slash, violence, language, alcohol, sex, multiple pairings, OC
This is what happens when I'm in the SAT. I think of random story ideas while waiting for the next section to start. My mind is weird like that:)
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"Mark, come on, you gotta choose one."
Hunter looked up at the head of the locker room as he sat lazily on the couch in his locker room. A blonde man with long hair sat at his feet on the ground, humming low in his throat as Hunter ran his fingers through his hair. Light brown ears poked out of his hair, the color contrasting with the dirty blonde, the ends folding down to cover some of the white fur inside. A tail of the same color wagged back and forth behind him, the fur sweeping away the dust on the floor. "Shawn here's got a sister if you want," Hunter suggested.
Mark shook his head, picking up another water bottle. "I'll find a pet when I find one," he said. "You don't have to worry about me, Helmsley."
"Suit yourself." Hunter stood up, helping Shawn up as well. "Just follow me. We've got something to show you."
Mark was skeptical, but he followed the two blondes out to the main locker room. "Glad to see you finally made it," Randy said. A cute little brunette with pointed raven ears sitting atop his head and a tail of the same color wrapping around his ankles, the tip a faint white as it moved back and forth slowly.
"Keep your pants on, Orton, it's hard to get him to agree to do something," Hunter argued.
"What are you doing?"
Mark looked around at the locker room at all the Superstars and their pets. Randy, Cody, Hunter, and Shawn of course, but all the others were too. Adam and his new pet, Jeff, a pretty little blonde with tawny calico ears and a tail with colors to match winding itself around his arm, the young blonde squirming with the black end tickled his arm. John and Ted, a brunette with golden floppy ears and a tail to match that hung down between his legs. JoMo and Mike, a brunette with spiky hair and gray ears, a tail winding around his waist of the same color. Matt, Jeff's older brother, and Evan, a petite brunette with gray-blue ears and a long furry tail. Chris and Jay, Adam's younger brother, a blonde with floppy white ears and a tail that curved up at the ends.
"We're here to get you a pet," John said, his hand absentmindedly rubbing small circles at the base of Ted's tail. Mark glared at him. "Come on, 'Taker. You really need a pet. You've been here for, what, 9, 10 years and you still don't have a pet?"
The rule that has and always will be in the privacy of the WWE locker rooms was that when you've been with the company for at least 2 years, you choose your pet. That pet will valet with you, but really never actually fight. Mark, however, has yet to choose a pet of his own.
"I haven't found a pet I've enjoyed," Mark replied stoically, crossing his arms.
"That's why we're here," JoMo interrupted. "You're just a sour ass. So, you're gonna choose a pet and we're pretty sure you'll find one right now." He snapped his fingers.
A small line of men came out, their pets on rope leashes beside them with either cat or dog features. "Go ahead," Hunter said, motioning at the trainers. "Pick one out."
Mark looked over at the line in front of him. He quickly passed over the three blonde pets that were first in line, all three with similar brown cat-like features. He passed over the next two as well; too weak-looking in his opinion. The Undertaker almost passed the last one in the line and was about to dismiss all of them when something caught his eye in the last one.
It was a woman, looking about Jeff's age. She had about jaw-length dirty blonde hair that flipped out slightly at the ends, her bands falling over sky blue eyes. She was in a black wifebeater that hung loosely on her frame with 'AM' in red curvy script near the bottom and a pair of baggy dark green shorts but no shoes. The rope was tied in a loose loop around her neck and Mark's gaze hardened when he noticed the trainer tug harshly on her leash to try and get her to stand up straight, seeing the blonde whimper softly at the harsh treatment. But the thing that really caught his attention was her ears and tail. Light brown ears poked out from her hair, the tips folding over to hide a bit of the white fur inside. A tail of the same color poked out of the back of her pants, drooping between her legs. It was rare for girls to have any animal features at all, but it was extremely rare to see a girl with dog-like features.
"See anyone you like?" Hunter asked.
Mark didn't answer, trying to find out what the blonde was looking at. He followed her gaze and found it locked with Shawn's. He looked back and growled low in his throat when her trainer tugged on her leash again. "Her," he decided. "I want her."
"See? I told you you'd find someone." Hunter nodded at her trainer and the others left, the selected trainer walking forward with the blonde.
"It doesn't eat much and doesn't like to follow rules," the trainer said, handing Mark the rope leash. "It doesn't talk either. Keep it on a short leash and you'll be fine."
Mark nodded and waited until the man had walked out of sight before dropping the rope leash. Shawn immediately rushed over and brought her into a tight hug. "Um…Shawn?" Hunter asked. "What are you doing?"
"My sister," Shawn said, stroking the girl's hair. "My baby. My Alexis."
"Alexis?" Hunter asked. "That's her name?" Shawn nodded.
"Alexis," Mark repeated. The blonde girl looked up at him. "Come here." She pulled herself hesitantly away from her brother and moved over, kneeling in front of the raven with her head bowed. "Stand up." She obeyed, flinching slightly when he reached for her neck. "Stop moving. I just want to take the rope away." Mark reached forward again and loosened the rope around the blonde's neck, tossing it away. He frowned at the sight of the red marks circling her neck.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Hunter, may I?" Shawn asked. The slightly younger blonde nodded. Shawn kneeled down and put his hands on his sister's shoulders. "Lex, is anything the trainer said true?" Alexis shook her head slightly and leaned forward to talk softly in his ear. Shawn hugged her once more when she finished and stood up, relaying the information in Hunter's ear.
"Alright, everybody out," Hunter said loudly.
"Come on, Hunt—"
"Out," the blonde repeated with a slight glare at JoMo. Soon everyone was gone except for Mark, Alexis, Shawn, and Hunter, Shawn's arms wrapped around his sister once again.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked.
"Mark, you're not gonna like this," Hunter warned him. "That trainer…he was horrible to Alexis. He let her eat a small meal once a day and sometimes not even that. When she didn't follow all orders, he beat her. If she talked, she'd get punished. He was horrible to her." He walked closer, putting his hand on 'Taker's shoulder. "Just…be careful with her. She and Shawn were separated at a young age. He'll hurt himself if anything happens to her." He looked back at his own pet. "Good luck. Shawn, come on." Shawn kissed his sister on the forehead, looking at her for a small silent conversation before following Hunter out of the room.
Mark walked up to Alexis, looking down at her. "Stand up," he ordered, his voice soft so he wouldn't scare her. "Stand still. I won't hurt you." Alexis flinched when he took hold of the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up a bit, frowning at what he saw. Bruises mottled the skin of her stomach and a bit of her ribs were showing from her lack of food. Mark let her shirt go. "How old are you, Alexis?"
"1—19, sir," Alexis replied softly.
"19," Mark mused. "Alexis, I am your new master. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
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Alexis followed close behind Mark as they walked through the only store they could get to that was still open. Goodwill. A dark green cadet cap sat on her head to cover her ears and her tail was between her legs, hidden under her shorts. "Pick out anything you like," Mark said as he looked at a few shirts. "We'll go to a proper store once we reach Nashville tomorrow."
"Thank you, sir," Alexis said.
"Mark," he corrected. "Call me Mark."
An hour or so later and Mark held onto a couple bags as he walked out of the store. Alexis was right behind him in a new black T-shirt with an army jacket over and a pair of jean shorts a size too big, a pair of white sneakers on her feet. "Mark?" Alexis's voice was soft. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my hotel room," the raven replied, setting the bags in the backseat of his rental car. "We have to leave early tomorrow to make our flight."
Alexis didn't say anything else, getting in the car. She was silent the whole ride to the hotel and the short walk to the room. She looked up when Mark grabbed the brim of her hat and pulled it off, her ears perking up a bit. "When we're alone or in the locker room, you don't have to wear that," he said. "Everyone knows we have pets in the company."
Alexis didn't say anything. She watched as Mark set his bags down on the ground and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. Alexis looked around. She kept her jacket on and let her tail hang by her legs as she curled up on the couch. Her tail curved around her and her ears flattened on her head as she fell asleep.
Mark walked out of the bathroom after a few minutes, pulling his shirt off as he walked. He saw Alexis sleeping in a ball on the couch and a small smile tugged at the sides of his mouth. He ran his hand over her head, the smile finally coming out when her tail started wagging slightly at the gentle treatment. "Good night, my pet," he said softly.
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Okay, this is a really not exciting chapter, but I needed a first chapter.
This story will focus mainly on Mark and Alexis, but it will have a bunch of other couples as well.