Weird Pet Names Novels & Stories

"I understand lot's of Dominants enjoy calling their submissive Pet." "That's not bad," Bill said. "Pet might be nice. Fluffy won't work, as she's going to get her cunt shaved, and I'm not fond of Baldy as a name. Anything else?" "Mistress Dark frequently calls one of her slaves, Slut," Lisa said. Regina cringed again. Slut was definitely worse than Fluffy or Pet. "I wouldn't want to appropriate a name already taken, though Slut is nice." "How about Whore?" Shasta said.

"What if I give our pup odd names? "...It can't be that bad. Right?" "Oh? You think so?" he said. "Then the eldest will be called Uno. And the youngest will be called Dos." My jaw dropped. "Marius!" "Or we could just call them Red and Blue to match Lydia's socks." I stared at him in horror as he tried but failed to contain his laughter. "Hmm... Or maybe Knight and Sword. Or better yet, Bear One and Bear Two since you are always telling me you are eating like one."

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."

‘I know. “What can we name her? Luna!” Aurora suggested. “No, not Luna!” Dash said, stretching his tongue out in a disgusted way. “I prefer Jasper.” “She’s a girl, Dash, not a boy.” Hilda rolled her eyes. “I’ve always wanted to name my pet, Giselle.” Aurora got on her feet. “But she’s not just your pet, Hilda!” Kane and I slipped away from the scuffling kids and rested at the entrance of the door, lying on the hinges of both sides. Thankfully, the doors in the packhouse are bigger than those at home so it wasn’t a problem fitting in.

Suzu barked once. "Right. So something gender-neutral. Cool. Modern. Perhaps a little magical." I pulled out my notepad from under the coffee table. "River? Sky? Nova? Orion? Riley? Phoenix? You like any of those?" Suzu barked again at Phoenix. "Okay, so we like fiery rebirth energy. Noted." I made a note. "I swear if Dan vetoes that name, we're having a puppy-naming contest and you're helping pick the winner."

she simply said. "What should I name you?" I looked at it. I looked up some pet names on the internet. "What do you think of raspberry?" I asked Evonne. "Hmmm," she stroked her chin. "Cinnamon?" "Cherry?" "Valentine?" "Blueberry?" I listed out a few names, and I wasn't satisfied. "There could be many raspberries in the world. Whatever I own shouldn't be common," I sighed. "Gia," I sat straight on the bed.

"My fiancé loves my unconventional nature, don't you, sweetie-pie?" Ren looked down at her, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "Sweetie-pie?" "Snuggle-muffin? Cookie-wookums?" Help me out here, I'm new to nauseating pet names. Instead of pulling away as she'd hoped, Ren wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Honeybear seems fitting," he replied smoothly. "Sweet but with hidden claws." Dominique's eye twitched slightly. "Well, the Harringtons were just saying that they found your comments about their family name rather... pointed."

He tapped the glass in his other hand—red wine or blood or something else he wouldn’t let me have—and said, “Not yet, little wolf.” Little wolf. I almost laughed. The pet name was so much worse than my actual name, which he used only when he wanted to remind me of how much lower I was than him. The pets didn’t have names. They had collars and mouths and holes, and sometimes if they were lucky, they had drugs.

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ "We need pet names." "What?" I lean back against the wall of the elevator. It's hot outside and I'm sweating. I need some water. Maybe a tropical something or other. Coconut water or some shit. I'm surrounded by bags. Some clothing, my hat, a few pairs of sandals, little souvenirs. I don't even remember what all he bought. "Yeah, pet names. Like, serious ones."