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pigeonwhumps · 11 months

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Hunting Night

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Whump Girl Summer day 5: hunted for sport | traditions

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Kara and Edith are hunted as part of a centuries-old tradition.

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CWs: non-human whumpee, use of silver on a vampire and werewolf, slavery, hunting for sport, bounty hunting, mentioned murder, hate crime, discrimination, dehumanisation, burning, taunting, bound, broken bones, painful transformation, whumpee thinks caretaker is new whumper, caretaker turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, implied past rape, mentioned panic attack, branding, grief, vigil mention, scared whumpee, expectation/fear of punishment, sadistic whumpers, gore, drinking blood

She should've known better.

That's all Kara can think as the bus grinds to a halt yet again. She should've known better. Tonight's Hunting Night, and everyone knows you don't go out on Hunting Night. Even humans don't, if they can help it, because it's so easy to pretend that, well, you attacked them because you thought they were a glamoured faerie or an untransformed werewolf and it wasn't your fault, really, and although Hunting Night is illegal the police don't care enough to even give cautions. No non-human would ever report an attack anyway.

They should never have gone out. Certainly not in the late afternoon. But the fridge broke, and Edith's blood apparently tastes bad (she won't say so, but the look on her face was proof enough), and she went so long without anything at all that Kara never wants her to make do with sour blood. Kara's food is going off too, she won't be able to eat it all before it's rotten. And on top of all that, Edith seems to believe it's her fault, somehow.

So they had to go and buy UHT mini blood cartons, and ice, and something for Kara to make Edith feel better, and Edith panicked because they were selling blood cartons laced with silver for punishing your vampire (her reading skills are still very rusty, Kara's going to kill whoever fed her them in the past), and then some people's treatment of Edith had reminded Kara of her own slavery and she'd had a panic attack, and everyone was staring and they'd almost left half the shopping behind in their rush to leave before someone called the cops.

And now they're stuck in a traffic jam. They're unlikely to make it back before moonrise, which is when the hunt starts despite being well before sunset, and this year's Hunting Night falls on a full moon.

She checks her watch. 19:00. Definitely won't make it back.

She presses the button, waiting anxiously for the bus to stop.

"We gotta get off an' walk, baby," she mutters to Edith, standing in front of her – slaves aren't allowed to sit in seats on buses if even one passenger objects and she hates it. "Moonrise."

Edith's eyes widen and she follows Kara off the bus when it finally stops, full rucksack on her shoulders.

Kara takes her hand and hurries along the pavement, taking a quick turn into an alley she knows far too well.

"Okay. Right. It ain't far, that bus takes the long way round, but we might not make it 'ome in time. If anyone attacks, Edie, run like 'ell. Ya got it? I can defend meself, jus' get outta 'ere."

"Yes, Mistress Kara."

Kara... isn't sure Edith will leave, actually, but if she pushes she'll get cowering or begging or freezing that they don't have time for, so she just nods.

"Good."

They're close when Edith does actually freeze, glancing up at the sky. Kara feels the heart palpitations she always gets when her body's partway between one form and another, at the start of her transformation, body chemicals shifting. She drops Edith's hand and backs away slightly, gritting her teeth.

Her bones and muscles crack as they break and reform, and at first it's not too bad, it's a bit like stretching, but then it gets stronger and stronger until she can't do anything but let out an ear-splitting scream. Halfway through, the scream turns into a howl, as her snout lengthens, vision changing.

She pants as she feels the aftershocks of the change, slowing down but still there. Edith is frozen entirely, eyes wide.

Vampires really don't smell good.

Kara's instincts are more animalistic like this, but as she's got older, she can recognise people, control herself a bit. When she was fifteen she may well have attacked Edith. Or perhaps not – the vampire is definitely in her pack.

Someone laughs from the end of the alleyway, and she shrinks into the shadows, Edith following.

"You might be hiding but I know you're down there! We heard you change! Come out, come out, little werewolf."

Kara sees them. There's five, and they smell like sweat and cheap aftershave and silver. And there's bloodlust in there too, excitement, the thrill of the hunt.

In a fluid motion, she grabs Edith, swings the vampire onto her back, and bounds the other way down the alley. She just runs, with no regard to where she's going. She has to get away.

She skids to a halt as the smell of silver hits her nose, so much of it, and more humans too. She hears a *thud* and hopes that Edith's okay. She emits a low growl and backs away, keeping an eye on the three heavily-beweaponed humans, low to the ground with ears pinned flat to her head.

Then there's laughter behind her, humans she somehow missed, and she yelps as her tail is pulled, spinning to see the five humans from the other alley.

"You were right about blockading these alleys. Two already. Tonight's gonna be a good night, I can feel it in my bones."

Kara snarls, lip curling so they can see her teeth. An instinctive movement that shows one of her greatest weaknesses to the hunters. What seems to be their ringleader guffaws.

"Oh, this is gonna be easy. It's no fun, it can't even fight back."

"Still adding it to the tally though. We've got ourselves a stray werewolf. How many points is that again?"

Edith steps between her and the humans with a growl. "Stay away from her."

Two humans grab Edith as she swings a punch, pulling her off to the side and throwing her rucksack and ear defenders into a skip. She struggles desperately, more than Kara's ever seen. More than she thought possible from Edith. But despite the vampire's strength, she doesn't manage to get away before silver ropes are wound around her arms, binding them together. Then four of the humans can hold her still.

"Guard-class vampire," reports one, looking at her bracelet. "Dunno whose it is though. Kara... Evans."

"Who cares? Must be a runaway. We need to mark these two for proof it was us."

"Might be safer to just mark the bodies."

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

Kara tries to rise slightly, in preparation for another escape attempt, but before she can even process it her skin's burning. Her snout's first, and then her body and she tried to shake it off, scratch it but that just burns her pads, it doesn't come off and she howls in agony. She can't hear or feel anything else beyond the burning that's everywhere, all-encompassing, completely overwhelming. It's so much and she can't stop it.

Edith watches, horrified, as the diluted silver hits Mistress Kara. She howls and immediately tries to get it off, scratching at her fur and turning endlessly.

She won't manage it. It'll burn and burn and eventually burn through skin and flesh and bone if it's left on long enough, that liquid sticks, and then her arms and legs will dissolve, and they'll taunt her, place blood where she could reach it if she had arms, if she could stand. And, well, if she only managed to control herself better, this wouldn't be happening. She might even be allowed some of that blood. A few licks off the basement floor would be enough, please, she's not sure she can keep going.

She hears an animalistic whine and jolts. She's not there, she's in the present, with the hunters, and that's just as dangerous.

Her arms are burning from the rope but it's not about her. Mistress Kara is being hurt and the hunters are going to kill them both and there's nothing she can do about it.

The hunters' laughter is raucous without any ear protection, but she can't do anything to help and she isn't about to show them that it hurts. She knows what humans do when she shows weakness.

"It's not going anywhere now. Time for the marking. Hold the vampire's face."

Edith's head is grabbed by multiple hands, all over, suffocating, sweaty hands and too much contact as a circular silver thing that looks like a branding iron is positioned above her cheek. She's been branded before, but she can't get away as the silver stamp comes down on her cheek.

The pain takes her breath away, she can't even scream as the silver's pressed in and held until it's nearly burned through her cheek.

"Stinks."

"Yeah, well, get used to it or go home, there's gonna be a lot tonight. Now for the werewolf. Paint it. It is an animal, after all."

A can's chucked across and some of the humans guffaw as one of them starts to spray.

"Should tag their ears as well. We're slaughtering them like livestock apparently, after all. Isn't that what those activists say?"

"Those idiots should be hunted too. Their views are too backward to let them live."

Amanda. They're talking about Amanda and others like her. That's the final straw for Edith. The hunters have slackened their grip and she focuses, ripping her arms free. She grabs the nearest hunter and sinks her fangs into his neck.

Oh, she hasn't had blood directly from a human in so long. Shame it's tainted by bitter alcohol but it's so warm, warm and pumping. She doesn't have time to drink the full hunter, instead turning to the next.

She's quick enough that they don't start screaming and fighting until she's on her third hunter.

It all becomes a bit of a blur after that. She comes out of a daze, stomach full of warm human blood, injured a little possibly, when the remaining hunters are all dead on the ground.

Good.

She's surprised she managed it actually, she thought she was trained better. But Mistress Kara was in danger.

Edith approaches Mistress Kara, careful not to touch any silver on the way. She's still pawing at the diluted silver, and Edith touches her snout cautiously. She shouldn't touch her owner in this way but she has to. The silver burns as she attempts to brush some off.

"Mistress Kara? Are you here?"

Mistress Kara yips at her, still pawing at her snout. The hunters didn't manage to get much spray paint on her before Edith killed her, that's good. About the only good thing, aside from them not being dead.

"We need to go home. Can you lead the way? This vampire does not know it."

Mistress Kara stops pawing herself and stares at Edith, and Edith repeats herself calmly. After a few minutes she seems to understand.

Well, almost.

She sniffs the air, and limps her way over to a large skip. Edith follows.

Oh. She didn't realise where Mistress Kara's belongings had gone. She thought the hunters had taken them or maybe she just hadn't thought at all. She pulls them out, swinging the backpack over her shoulders, holding her ear defenders in one hand.

They're not too bad. A bit smelly, and damp, but they'll be okay.

"Thank you, Mistress Kara."

Mistress Kara yips again, pressing her snout up against Edith's palm, and starts limping down the road.

Mistress Kara was right earlier, it isn't far, and Molly comes bounding up when Edith unlocks the door. She strokes the dog's head and drops the backpack in the hallway, grateful at least that they didn't bring Molly. Molly isn't hurt.

"Hello Molly. Mistress Kara, Edith is going to wash your fur, if that is acceptable, and then comb it out. It should get the silver out. Edith has done it on hair before, but not fur." Edith pauses momentarily. "Edith does not know how much you understand in this form, but please be lenient on this vampire. Edith understands this vampire needs to be punished for pretending she has agency but it is an emergency."

Mistress Kara whines, and Edith leads the way to the bathroom, Mistress Kara's snout pressed into her cupped hand. She wonders whether it's something to do with the familiar smell, if it's somehow distracting or grounding.

"Edith will make the shower warm but you do not have to wait, Mistress Kara." She strips down to her underwear and picks up the grooming brush, stepping into the shower. The water is freezing when she turns it on, but she stands under it anyway, washing off the silver that's made its way onto her. Slaves shouldn't waste warm water on themselves. But she has to wash herself, because it's more effective to help Mistress Kara if she is not also burning.

That's what she tells herself anyway. She shouldn't be cleaning herself without Mistress Kara's permission, if Mistress Kara wants her to stay with silver on her for any reason that's her prerogative. Mistress Kara will punish her later for her audacity, she's sure. She has to.

Mistress Kara bounds into the shower before it's warm and stands under the shower, turning round and round in circles. She lets out a happy yip.

"Edith will brush your silver out, Mistress Kara," says Edith, "will you stay still so this vampire can?"

Mistress Kara stills, vibrating in place and sticking her snout out. Edith takes the hint and carefully rubs it with a cloth, taking care to reach everywhere and get out every fleck and drip of silver.

The bright red burns stay. They'll be there when she transforms back to human form, Edith knows, and she only hopes they don't scar.

Then she cleans Mistress Kara's ears, careful of the burns that make her owner let out quiet, pained whines. It's not fair, she's so nice, far nicer than she should be to a vampire like Edith, but she keeps being hurt.

"Edith is going to brush your fur now if that is acceptable."

Mistress Kara tilts her head up into the stream of water, washing her eyes out. Edith crouches down and brushes her methodically. She uses Mistress Kara's nice shampoo and conditioner, careful to catch all the snags in her fur and all the silver, liquid and solid and scraps. So many strands are coated and Edith has to scrape them out by hand. It hurts but she doesn't mind, it's what she's for. The pain's nowhere near as bad as the burning brand on her cheek anyway. The transferred silver flecks are washed off now, but it still burns.

She's trying not to think about the brand. If the silver had been pressed there much longer she'd have a hole in her cheek, and she could start to heal but she can't drink without Mistress Kara's permission. Her healing will be slower, then.

She gently holds the werewolf's paws up as she cleans them one by one, gentle with the toes that have been cut, scrubbing the edges of her pads thoroughly. There's not so much silver on them, only the bits she transferred herself, but anything on the ground could've been covered in silver, Edith doesn't know. So she cleans everything carefully.

"Is there anything else this vampire needs to clean?" Edith asks uncertainly. In answer, Mistress Kara jumps out of the shower and shakes herself off. Edith rubs her with a towel, and then quickly towels herself off and dresses. Mistress Kara won't want to see her naked if she doesn't have to. Right? Right.

She is not sure where the burn cream is kept, unfortunately. She hopes Mistress Kara can forgive her.

"You should rest, Mistress Kara. You will be all right now." Mistress Kara nudges her hand, and she's taken aback, despite all the past kindness she's received from her. "You would like this vampire to come with you?" The werewolf yips. "This vampire will come then."

Mistress Kara bounds ahead and jumps onto her bed. Edith tries to lie on the floor or at least at the foot of Mistress Kara's bed, but Mistress Kara tugs at her until she's in the middle, the werewolf curled around her.

It's very warm and comfortable, and Mistress Kara falls asleep quickly. Edith has to resist the urge to join her – although she has finished most of her job, she cannot leave anything incomplete. It doesn't matter how little she's slept recently, or how comfortable she is here, she is a slave and needs to finish working before she's allowed to rest. Besides, Mistress Kara didn't say she was allowed to sleep.

There's sunlight filtering through the curtains when Kara wakes.

Her memories of the night before are vague at first, although she remembers the terror and pain. The longer she's awake in her human form though, the clearer the memories become. The hunters. Edith defending her and being hurt for it. The silver. The smell of Edith helping her back to herself. Edith tending to her.

Kara's face and hands still sting, despite Edith's best efforts. The injuries will heal with time, but they might scar. She'll have to check them over.

She's so much less stiff than usual after a transformation, though. Edith didn't just remove the silver, she did it so thoroughly, so carefully. Even her tailbone isn't aching as much as it should after her tail was yanked like that, and her hair is shiny and so soft. It gives Kara hope that the vampire's not just scared of her, she might actually care too.

God, Kara hopes so. She doesn't want to force Edith to stay with someone she's scared of. She'd never want that. She is not like her owner was.

A thought strikes her suddenly. Oh. Oh, god. She's curled up, in her human form, naked around Edith. She scrambles to her feet, face heating, remembering her insistence that Edith sleep with her. Okay. Okay. Edith won't think anything of it, right?

She hopes fervently that she doesn't. The first (and last) time Kara accidentally made an innuendo about having sex with Edie, she'd panicked and hidden for a week.

Time to look at her injuries, she supposes. The vampire's still asleep, and she heads to the bathroom, fully expecting to need to clean it. There was a lot of mess. But it's sparkling.

Oh, Edie. Of course. Kara feels a pang of gratefulness mixed with sorrow. She's not sure she could deal with cleaning it today but at the same time, she knows why Edie did it. Why she would've thought it was her job. She would've cleaned instead of sleeping.

Kara tilts her head to either side as she looks in the mirror. Her injuries don't look too bad. Edith must've gotten most of the silver off before it had a chance to burn her too much. It takes longer to burn her than Edith, after all.

She pads groggily into the kitchen and picks up a couple of blood cartons for Edith. She won't have eaten without express permission either.

When she gets back to her room, Kara tucks her weighted blanket around the small vampire, smiling helplessly as she pulls it tighter around herself, nuzzling into it. She's so sweet, Kara doesn't understand how anyone could want to harm her.

She needs to contact Amanda, tell her they're safe. Her phone was in her rucksack, and Edith unpacked that. Where would she have put it?

On the bedside table, apparently. Kara slides it onto her hand, muttering into it until she has a coherent message for Amanda. She's just sent it when she notices the breaking news alert.

Oh, god, why does she leave those on? Actually she knows why, but last night was not the night for them.

Vampire nest destroyed in Hunting Night raid

She sinks down on the floor under the window, hugging her knees to her chest and watching Edith. She doesn't even bother to open the article, slamming her phone into the carpet with a soft thump. She knows what it'll say.

She's exhausted. All the hate... it's too much. How can humans hate so many species so viciously, so thoughtlessly? How do they have the capacity for it? To kill and maim so many, and barely mention it, barely care. They don't even bother to try and get the terms right.

Not all humans, she reminds herself forcefully. Not all. People like Amanda... they care. But they don't always make it out alive.

She pulls herself up small, blinking back tears. Today they rest. Today the volunteers recover the bodies and count the missing and mark the dead. Kara and Edith will both start to heal, some scars fading faster than others. They're luckier than some. At least they're both still here.

Tomorrow the community remembers. The names go on the wall, in a vigil broadcast live from the Isle of Man, and they remember, and they grieve. Those they knew, those they didn't. Humans, non-humans. The vampire den on the news will only be the start of last night's casualties.

And then they'll try their best to survive another year.

Kara looks down at Edith, snuffling in her sleep, and amends that sentence.

She will keep Edith safe for another year.

And another, and another. And hopefully they can both stay safe for the rest of their lives.

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cryscriesjpeg · 1 year

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OCtober 2022: Drawing Mutual’s OCs as pulp art book covers (2/7)

@cryberpunkart | @karahuset

#cryberpunkart oc #kara oc #!crysart #oc #original character #!cryscomics #artist of tumblr #artist on tumblr #oc tober #pulp art #paperbacks from hell #procreate art #procreate

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vertigris-art · 7 months

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Work is da poop

#gogogris #kemonomimi #nekomimi #cat girl #anime #manga #illustration #oc #kara #perl #gris

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grassyeggroll · 6 months

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Happy autumnween!

Bonus art from I think about a year ago

#art #my art #adventure time #adventure time oc #gravity falls #au #finn the human #finn mertens #fern the human #fern mertens #the lich #timmy #poppy the plant dog #mr pig #tree trunks #susan strong #kara #bmo #grass demon

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t-dubber · 2 months

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hey @star-sparkler — remember this? 😭😭

August meeting her baby cousin, Kara Hamato-Vega for the first time. (1/2)

#this was before Kara’s colors/design changed #but it was the first Kara and August doodle I made!!!#and look how far we’ve come! 😭💖#rottmnt au #oc #original character #August is Star Sparkler’s oc #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #art #my art

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opioidbandit · 3 months

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the silliness levels are reaching life threatening heights 😨

#to the few ppl that were yellin at me to take a break in da tags #no #fanart #karas art #dcmk #kaito kuroba #magic kaito #detco #kaitou kid #kaito kid #uhhhhh errrrrr #werkin on tiktaks #yippeee #was supposed to go to mall today #but decided to stay home and draw my brain worm #hes being oc-ified #teehee

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emmster · 5 days

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“I’m fine Ghost.”

“No, you’re not”

“You just like to lift me up.”

“…maybe. Shut it.”

#Simon ghost Riley #simon ghost riley x female oc #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley mw2 #my art #digital art #art of tumblr #procreate #call of duty #call of duty fanart #simon riley x reader #procreate art #simon riley #simon riley cod #my oc art #my oc Kara Parker

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fablekitty · 8 months

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Updated and New line up of some of my own and my partners alters.

#sundrop #moondrop #sun #moon #eclipse #lunar #lulu #soluna #kara #fnaf #daycare attendant #fnaf sb #security breach #fnaf oc

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moonstalkerwerewolf · 8 months

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Lycanthropus

I finally managed something for WerewolfWednesday and wanted to start off more spooky Kara art.🐺

Artwork and character © @moonstalkerwerewolf.Please DO NOT repost or remove the source and comments!

#moon's art of moonishness #moonstalkerwerewolf #art #illustration #original characters #kara yeung #werewolf #werewolves #female werewolf #werewolf wednesday #WerewolfWednesday #horror art #dark fantasy #grimdark #werewolf oc

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jurassicteeth · 4 months

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mlm wlw solidarity :) Soda is the guy on the left and Kara is a gal on the right!

(Ref was a pic of Christian Bale and I THINK Evelyn Williams idk actor names very well 🫣)

#oc #ocs #art #queer #fallout new vegas #fallout ocs #fallout #fallout oc #fallout nv #fnv ocs #fnv #fnv oc #Kara Roths #Soda-Pop

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pigeonwhumps · 1 year

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Declawed

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Kara's declawed.

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CWs: medical whump, non-con surgery, restraints, dehumanisation, 'it' for dehumanising, non-human whumpee, werewolf whumpee, burns, amputation, briefly referenced past non-con, slavery, fantasy racism, muzzle, minor whump (Kara's between 16-18)

"Mouth open, wide as you can."

Kara obeys, and her handler forces it open even wider, fitting an open-mouthed gag into her mouth, the buckle catching her fur at the back of her head. She breathes deeply, trying to stay calm. Why would they want to keep her mouth open?

"Good. Now get on the table, paws spread."

She jumps onto the examination table, holding still as the handler straps all four paws down, the thin leather digging in. He scratches her head behind the ear, and she leans into it, the way she knows she's supposed to.

"Good girl. You stay well-behaved like this and you can keep your privileges." He ties her leash to a ring in the ceiling, keeping her head held high, and presses a button on the wall.

A man in a white coat strides in, wheeling a tray of surgical tools. Kara isn't sure what they're all for but the sight of the saw fills her with cold dread. She whines involuntarily.

The– doctor? Surgeon? Kara isn't sure – the man ignores her, taking her back paw in one hand, and a smallish knife in the other. Kara can't see what he's doing, but she can certainly feel it when he slices through her toe, nerves lighting up as they're severed. The bone crunches as he saws through it, and she whines in the back of her throat, back arching away from the pain. She feels every one of the stitches going in.

Then he moves onto the next toe, and the next, and her other back paw, and she doesn't think it'll ever stop. She can feel the blood wet against her pads, it's horrible and sticky, please let it only be the back paws. God, it hurts so much.

Then he comes into view, knife dripping with blood, and takes her front paw. And she can't stand it. She bucks away, growling, trying to pull herself back. It's impossible but she keeps trying until the doctor takes a step back.

"I thought you said it was trained to take pain."

"It is. But this isn't the pain." The handler yanks her head back until she's nearly choking on her collar and says in her ear, "You're not going to play again anyway. No-one would ever want a beast to do something like that. Shut the fuck up and be still before you lose any more privileges."

Kara gulps in air when he lets go, the doctor taking the opportunity to slice through one of her remaining toes. Her eyes go wide with the pain, and she sees her handler smiling. She whines.

"You know, it'd be much easier to work if you were silent. Oh well. That's your paws made safe and bandaged, just your teeth to go now. Keep your head still unless you want a hole in your cheek."

Kara does so, trembling with cold and pain and blood loss and fear as the doctor reaches inside her mouth and files her sharp teeth. It doesn't really hurt at first, not like her paws do, but then he gets down to the nerves and pain shoots through her jaw, white-hot and pulsing. She whines and growls instinctively but he ignores her this time.

The pain pulses from her jaw to her head, her paws throb, and she doesn't even notice it's finished until the handler unstraps her, smacking her a few times until she notices.

"Finally. You're really a glutton for punishment today, 07598. Care instructions?"

"No doing anything with its hands until it's healed. You can teach it to walk properly again in humanoid form but that's it for its feet. No bitted muzzles. And no fucking it until it's healed either. Other than that? Have at it."

"I'm not allowed to fuck it anymore anyway, now it has an owner. Shame. Off the table and follow me, 07598, and keep up."

Kara tumbles off the table at a yank of her leash, not having noticed she's been untied, and yelps, scrambling after her handler. Her paws don't skitter anymore, she notices vaguely through her haze. They won't ever skitter again.

She ends up being dragged a few times across the rough concrete, her paws too sore to move at speed, but she barely notices over the throbbing already there. When they reach her cell, her handler pulls out what looks like a sheet of bent silver-coated steel with holes punched in it. She whines, cringing back as he slaps it over her face, tightening the straps tightly behind her head. It burns. It all burns, even the straps burn. She whines, resisting the instinctive attempt to paw at it.

"Gotta make sure it'll stay nice and tight to your skin in the morning, haven't I? It's your own fault you've lost privileges. And don't expect any food, water or clothes either. After that mess in the clinic, you're not getting anything until I'm satisfied you've learned. Your new owner wants you thin anyway."

Then he ties her leash to the wall and leaves, slamming and locking the gate behind him. Kara curls up under the fluorescent lights, the metal clang reverberating around her head, throbbing paws curled over against her chest. Her face is a mass of burning, pulsing agony, she can't cover it or more of her will burn. She whimpers but it can't be heard past the metal. She can't she can't she can't, she can't do anything, it's all too much, too much too much too much, and maybe if she'd been still and silent it would've been less, but she couldn't, it was too much then and it's too much now and she won't ever be able to play again with her hands like this.

Kara's jaw throbs like it never has before, why did they have to go down to the nerves, that wasn't necessary even if they wanted to file her teeth, and she curls up tighter and sobs. She doesn't care who hears, this place is full of crying anyway.

Her little sister, in the few months between her sister discovering Kara's lycanthropy and their parents calling the hotline for her to be taken away, nicknamed her Sharptooth. Now... she'll never be Sharptooth again. Even if she did, somehow, miraculously, find a way out of here, even if she could see her sister again, she'd never be Sharptooth. She'll never play her clarinet again. She definitely couldn't achieve her dream of attending a conservatoire now.

Even if she manages to escape (and she will, one day, somehow, there must be a way), she'll never get any of her life back.

#whump #whump writing #non human whumpee #werewolf whump #werewolf whumpee #whumpee and whumper #multiple whumpers #medical whump #slavery whump #non con surgery #non con mentions #restrained #dehumanisation #burns #muzzle #amputation #sam and lucan #kara oc #minor whump

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andxlusian · 5 months

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character prompt; (effects of trauma)

it's wild how much characters can change with you over the years

#i have so many things to finish for this blog but covid is wrecking my body lol #sso #star stable #art #horse art #sso oc #my art #andxlusian_doodles #star stable oc #starstable #dark!rider au #horse-desirae #horse-dagon #horse-seraph/nemain #character-lament #character-kara #calamity au sso

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The Luthor's Girl [I]

Lena was the first to meet her.

Kara Danvers had interviewed her as soon as she took over at L-corp, Lena she couldn't help but make the blonde blush every chance she got.

Lena thought she was the cutest little thing she had ever seen in her life.

Of course, she avoided trusting the blonde so quickly but that didn't stop her from fantasizing about her some nights.

When Lena found out that Kara wasn't really a reporter but that she had inspired her to be one, she couldn't help herself and kissed her.

Maybe it wasn't the smartest move – according to Lena – but she would repeat it as many times as necessary if it meant having the blonde on her fingers again and screaming her name when she climaxed.

But let's back up a little.

Of course Lena regretted 'attacking' the blonde like that, but when Kara grabbed her silk shirt so tightly that she could tear it if she wanted to, she changed her mind.

Lena's hands tangled in the blonde's hair, she pulled with some force, listening to how the blonde gasped and took the opportunity to insert her tongue into Kara's mouth. Lena growled when she heard the blonde moan as she let the black haired girl have control of her, Lena was ecstatic to see how Kara responded to her.

Lena could feel Kara's tongue desperately seeking to tangle with hers. Lena sucked on the blonde's tongue, swallowing her moan and feeling her hips move in response.

Lena broke away from her kiss and removed one of her hands from the blonde's hair, Kara's pupils were completely dilated, the blue sky had become a storm in which Lena wanted to get lost.

“Jess,” she spoke as she pressed the intercom button, “cancel all my meetings, everyone leaves early today.”

Lena did not wait for an answer but moved to sit in her chair, with a sign, she indicated to Kara to face her, remaining between the desk and the chair, Kara obeyed immediately, letting out a small submissive streak that Lena knew that she had.

Not caring if she looked needy or made a bad impression, Lena stood up and ripped Kara's shirt, sending the buttons flying all over the office. The black haired woman looked appreciatively at the blue lace underwear, Lena raised an eyebrow and looked at the blonde.

"Lace?" Lena asked as she ran her nails along Kara's abdomen.

“I want you to find me desirable,” Kara murmured, looking away.

Lena growled, frowned, her eyes turned cold and she worried Kara had said something she shouldn't say.

“When I stop finding you desirable, as you say, it is because I will be dead or someone has impersonated me.”

Lena kissed Kara again, but she decided to do it slower, she wanted Kara to feel that the black-haired woman not only wanted something sexual with her but that she wanted everything.

After that day, Kara and Lena started seeing each other more often. Lena invited the blonde on outings to restaurants and her penthouse where they ended up with Kara against the glass of the balcony and Lena behind her pushing her fingers or a toy inside her.

Although of course, Kara was not far behind, she invited Lena to “sleepovers” and game nights with her friends and her sister. Alex didn't trust the black-haired girl much, but a conversation they had made her see how wrong she was.

Alex realized – with too much discomfort – that Lena Luthor pampered her sister, perhaps too much.

It all started in an innocent way that was of little concern.

Candies.

Donuts.

Postickers.

Things that anyone could buy.

Alex began to become alarmed when she realized that there was a donut shop called Kara's in which Kara was listed as the owner. An alarmed Alex called Kara to tell her and her sister only responded with a very excited “OMG-Alex-Lena-gave-me-a-donut-store.” Of course, after hearing that, Alex grabbed her license plate, got on her motorcycle and headed towards L-Corp.

...

Alexandra stopped in front of L-Corp, some people around looked at her as if she were crazy.

The redhead didn't say anything and she just flashed her FBI badge, allowing her easy entry into the building. The workers whispered as she walked down the hallway towards the elevator but she didn't care in the slightest, not at all, she went with one goal in mind and that was to know what the hell Lena Luthor wanted with her sister.

She knew that Lena Luthor was filthy rich but that didn't mean she could buy her sister like she was a prostitute, of course not.

Alex did not realize at the time that she climbed the 79 floors but the 'ping' alerted her that she had reached her destination.

The doors had not opened completely when the redhead was already reaching the office with long strides.

Alex slammed the door open and saw Lena sitting behind her desk. Not even Jess's screams made Alex stop.

“What do you want from my sister?”

Lena raised an eyebrow. “Good afternoon, Alexandra.” The black-haired woman got up from her seat and walked around her desk, standing in front of Alex. “I don't want something from your sister, I want your sister.”

Alexandra got bigger “So you are buying her to achieve that?”

Lena's eyes flashed dangerously, she walked up to Alex and jabbed a finger into her chest. “I'll only tell you two things, Alexandra Danvers, never compare your sister to a freeloader again and never think that I need to buy Kara's affection.”

Alex swallowed and took a few steps back.

“Do you need anything else, Agent Danvers?” Lena asked.

Alex denied and Lena indicated with one hand where her exit was.

After that altercation Alex made sure to stay on Lena Luthor's good side.

...

Then Saskia met Kara.

That was the best kept secret of the Luthor Family: Lionel had not had one bastard daughter, there had been three.

Saskia was older than Lena by two minutes, both sisters got along quite well and had similar tastes in many things.

Including the girls.

Lena had told Saskia about Kara, which piqued the eldest's curiosity, so Saskia decided to meet Kara Danvers in person.

It was Monday when Saskia arrived at Catco, thanks to her sister she knew that Kara's stall was on the tenth floor, she searched all the stalls until she immediately recognized her by the blonde hair in a ponytail and the blue tie-collar shirt that she wore showed her arms.

Saskia approached her prey like a predator, she realized that Kara didn't hear the sound of her heels.

The black haired woman pulled Kara's chair towards her with one hand and with the other she grabbed Kara's hair and pulled hers hard enough to make the blonde girl pull her head back and kiss her hard. The entire office held its breath, everyone watched as someone who looked just like Lena Luthor was eating Kara Danvers with her mouth and like this she let herself be done.

Saskia separated from her when she heard the moan that Kara let out, the black-haired woman looked at how the blonde's iris had completely disappeared and her pupils were completely dilated.

"Who are you?" Kara whispered the question so that only Saskia could hear it. The black-haired woman was about to clear her throat when they separated completely.

Standing with her arms crossed, Andrea Rojas looked from the black-haired girl to the blonde and vice versa. Since Andrea took command of Catco she did everything possible to get Kara's attention, the fact that the blonde knew Lena Luthor was only a small stone in Andrea's way.

“Luthor.” Andrea acknowledged the woman with a nod.

“Rojas.” Saskia made her displeasure clear.

Both women locked gazes until something flashed in Saskia's eyes. No one missed the interaction between the two most powerful women in National City, there were even some who were live streaming everything that was happening.

"Kara Danvers." The blonde answered the phone and Saskia took the opportunity to play with some strands at the nape of Kara's neck. Andrea witnessed how Kara moved her body slightly towards the black-haired woman and how Saskia was happy about that. Neither of them paid attention to the conversation Kara was having; Saskia was too busy fantasizing about the blonde and Andrea was too busy thinking about how to get the black-haired girl out of her building. Kara ended the call and felt something hard poke her arm. She looked at Saskia and realized that her arm was stuck to the woman's crotch.

Saskia moved away from her a little when Kara moved the chair and stood up, running her hand over the black-haired girl's crotch subtly. "It's my lunch time." Kara grabbed her bag and gave Saskia a knowing look and a polite smile at Andrea.

Saskia quickly put a hand on her lower back, dangerously close to her ass, and directed her to the elevator for the star interviewees. Both women waited for the elevator to arrive and entered. Saskia, as the doors closed, quickly punched the parking button and then cornered Kara against one of the walls to kiss her fiercely.

Saskia tangled her hands in Kara's hair and she had one of her hands on the black-haired woman's suit jacket.

Saskia tried not to move her hips but the hand massaging her cock didn't make it so easy.

The black-haired girl sucked, licked and bit her blonde's neck, hypnotized by seeing how Kara turned into putty in her hands. Saskia almost moaned when Kara removed her hand from her cock, but seconds later a moan – that could be considered pornographic – came from her throat.

Kara grabbed the black-haired girl's butt and pushed her erection closer to her blonde.

The elevator stopped and the two women were separated by just a few centimeters. Saskia, not caring about anything about her, dragged Kara off of her and towards her car. Kara was about to laugh at the black-haired girl's excitement but instead she bit her lip.

Saskia braked and unlocked the car, Kara studied it for a few seconds and decided it was a good idea to ruin the upholstery a little.

Saskia kissed her again and put the blonde a little roughly into the vehicle, the black-haired woman climbed on top of the blonde and locked the door. At that moment she was more than grateful to have tinted windows. In one accurate movement, Saskia hit Kara's intimacy with her erection.

Saskia moaned.

Kara grabbed the black-haired girl's hips and rubbed herself against Saskia.

Saskia was sure that Kara Danvers would be the death of her.

A too pleasant death.

Saskia pulled away a little and looked at Kara, her face was flushed, her hair looked wild and her eyes promised heaven.

They stripped each other of their clothes in a mess of hands, Kara looked from Saskia's lace bra to the boxer briefs that were tight in the front. Kara reached up a little and removed the bra without any problem. She touched, patted and squeezed the black-haired woman's breasts, making her moan.

Kara's hands moved down to her boxers, she patted them over the fabric. Saskia moaned and moved her hips towards Kara's hands but she froze when she felt her cock make skin-to-skin contact with the blonde's hand.

Saskia was certain that if she hadn't come it was because she had too much willpower not to.

Kara looked at Saskia's cock, it could easily measure 6 inches long and almost half her wrist wide, Kara licked her lips and brought the cock towards her pussy lips, Saskia grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her cock, immediately shee regretted it as he felt the loss of heat from the blonde's skin.

Saskia held Kara's wrists above her head, she teased a little, watching as the blonde squirmed on her and moved her hips, trying to get more friction. Saskia slowly entered Kara, letting her get used to the size of her. Saskia moved her hips in a regular manner, alternating between clean thrusts and circular movements.

It never occurred to her to stimulate Kara more. The blonde tried to get the black-haired girl to increase speed but she couldn't. Kara watched as Saskia's tits moved, as those hard nipples called to her.

Saskia hit a particularly sensitive spot in Kara and this is arching. Kara moved her mouth to Saskia's tits and started sucking on them. Saskia began to increase the speed of her thrusts. Both women felt the car moving but they had little interest in that. Kara bit the nipple and felt Saskia tense up.

"I'm going to come, Kara," the black-haired girl moaned.

"Raise me!" Kara shouted "Please raise me!"

Saskia looked at the blonde below her. "Is that what you want?" She asked "May I fill you with my sperm and make you a son?"

Saskia felt how Kara's silky walls squeezed her cock in response, the black-haired woman released the blonde's wrists and grabbed her hips tightly, giving increasingly stronger thrusts.

Kara grabbed Saskia's ass with her hands, kneaded it and with one finger began to probe the black-haired girl's shit hole, in an unexpected movement, Kara inserted her finger.

Saskia screamed her orgasm and felt ropes and ropes of cum shooting towards Kara's walls. The black-haired woman felt how the blonde beneath her reached orgasm in a muffled scream.

Saskia collapsed on top of Kara, both trying to come down from the orgasmic levels they had reached.

“Well,” Kara broke the silence. "Can I say that it is a real pleasure to meet you Saskia."

Saskia laughed and shook her head.

Neither of them saw the brunette that she was in one of the columns near the vehicle or that she had her cell phone in her hand, recording everything.

A few days later Kara got sick, so Kieran decided to go and visit the blonde and bring her some chicken soup.

Kieran was the youngest of the three sisters by two minutes and also the one the sisters protected the most.

Kieran knocked on the door of the blonde's apartment and when she received no response, she decided to use the key that Lena had given her.

The black-haired woman entered and called the blonde but no one answered. Worried, Kieran left everything on the kitchen island and hurried to the blonde's room. Kieran opened several doors until she found the blonde's room.

Kieran approached the bundle that was on the bed, the blonde hair was sticking out from between the covers, Kieran moved the bundle a little and managed to hear a moan, the black-haired woman let out the air that she didn't know she was holding.

"Kara" called "Kara, wake up."

The blonde moved a little but still didn't wake up. Kieran decided to take the covers off Kara, but when she saw what she was wearing she immediately regretted it. The blonde was in her panties and most likely she was shivering from a fever and not from the cold.

Kieran touched Kara's forehead and became alarmed, she immediately ran out of the room, went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run as cold as possible. The black-haired woman took off her shoes, socks, jacket and shirt, leaving herself in a bra and pants. She quickly left the bathroom, returned to the bedroom, and scooped Kara into her arms.

The blonde tried to fight and break free from the hold but Kieran wouldn't allow it. Kieran hesitated at the moment when she was going to get into the shower with the blonde, but she quickly changed her mind, pulled Kara closer to her and both women entered the shower.

When the blonde felt the cold water, she screamed.

Kara struggled against Kieran's hold. The blonde scratched and tried to push the black-haired girl but the truth was that it was like watching a puppy fight against its mother.

When Kieran got her and Kara out of the shower, the blonde wasn't shivering as much anymore and her temperature wasn't as high anymore, Kieran was able to breathe when she realized that but she still had to dry and dress the blonde which she did.

She sent a message to Lena, talking about the situation and asking for help finding out where the blonde's underwear was located.

Kieran was nervous, but seeing that Kara wasn't shaking as much anymore, she decided to get some advil and water ready to give to the blonde when she was a little more conscious of herself.

When Kieran finally noticed that Kara was starting to feel better, she was able to breathe a little and detail the blonde's apartment. She didn't expect to meet her like that but she was grateful for the outcome, at least she could be with her and take care of her during the night.

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