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#1 :THE BEAST'S PET
CW: abduction, captivity, slight whump, coercion, power dynamics, pet whump, drugging, defiant whumpee, swearing, dominant whumper, slavery
Noah woke to the jolt of the wagon hitting a rut in the road. Darkness surrounded him and he could only think he was blindfolded. The cloying scent of sweat and fear clinging to the air like a suffocating shroud. Disorient and groggy, he blinked away the remnants of his sleep, his senses gradually coming alive to the harsh reality. He suddenly sat up frantically shaking his head as if the tightened blindfold would somehow magically fall off.
"H-Hey!! Let me out of here!!" His body ached from the unforgiving jostle of the wagon, every bone protesting against the place he was in right now. Chains rattled with each bone-jarring bump in the road, a chilling reminder of the shackles that bound his wrists and ankles, tethering him to a fate he dared not contemplate.
"Where are you taking me?!!" Noah's screams only grew louder when no response was given. His heart beating so fast as if it would jump out of his chest. "ANSWER ME! SOMEONE!" He quietened when he heard a "tch" near him.
A deep, South American accent cut through the darkness like a blade, sending a shiver down Noah's spine. "Didn't expect him to wake up this early. And he's awfully loud," the voice mused, its casual cruelty sending a chill through the air.
Noah's heart pounded in his chest as he felt a rough hand grab his arm, the sting of a needle piercing his skin sending shockwaves of numbness coursing through his veins. Just then he heard whines around him. There were people. More people like him. Gradually, the numbness from the injection site started to spread.
Noah tried his best to speak something. Something that could catch the attention of other people there. He felt confused.
Who were these people? And where the hell were they taking him?
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Abruptly, the cart lurched to a halt, the sudden cessation of movement sending Noah sprawling against the unforgiving floor. He woke with a small cry of pain, his heart hammering in his chest as he listened, breath held in fearful anticipation.
Footsteps approached, heavy and purposeful, accompanied by the jingle of chains and the murmured voices of unseen captors. Noah's pulse quickened, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach like icy tendrils of dread.
Two muscular arms went under each of Noah's underarms holding him up.
"Where are you taking me?!" he cried out, his voice raw with fear, but his captors remained silent, their faces hidden in the shadows.
One of the guys patted Noah's head leaving him more enraged.
All of a sudden, he was thrown to the ground before he was being manhandled to be in a kneeling position with multiple chains on his neck, ankles and wrists holding him in place allowing his captors to have full control over him.
As the blindfold was ripped away, Noah blinked against the harsh light, his eyes adjusting to the sight of his surroundings. It seemed like some sort of a court room? His mind was still clouded up from the drug that was given to him.
"W-What the fu-" A harsh slap shut him up.
"Shush. The young prince will be here any second" Prince? What the fuck was happening?? He wanted to question more but knew better than that. It felt like a scene right out of Hollywood.
Suddenly, he saw the men around him which he thought were most probably the guards bowed down to a young man. Noah raised his head up as to see who it was before a rough hand in his hair forced his head back down only allowing him to see the man's piercing green eyes. The man whom they called the "young prince" stayed quiet. The tension in the room visibly increased before a deep voice spoke.
"Leave us." The guards were quick to retreat from their position and going out of the court room. Noah was about to get up from his kneeling position before flinching at the harsh voice. "Stay still slave!"
"Slave?!" Noah's voice wavered with disbelief, but the harsh slap that followed left him reeling, his cheek stinging with the sting of humiliation. He heard the man tutting.
"Oh dear" He sighed. "It's going to take a lot of time to break that swearing and defiance from you.. But.."
The man grinned, the smile no other than a vicious beast's. He leaned closer, his teeth barely just grazing the other's ears before he whispered. "Oh how I'll enjoy seeing you squirm and beg me to spare you" Noah's body practically froze, terror filling his eyes.
Desperation clawed at Noah's chest as he dared to question his captor's authority. "W-Who are you...?"
But the prince's response sent a chill through his bones—a predatory grin twisting his lips as he whispered promises of torment and submission.
"I'm Andrey. Son of Viktor Kozlov," the prince declared, his name a whispered curse that echoed in Noah's ears. "You will address me as 'sir'."
Noah's blood ran cold as the weight of his situation settled upon him. This was no mere kidnapping—it was a descent into a nightmare from which there would be no waking.
As the reality of his situation sank in, Noah's world spun on its axis, his mind racing with unanswered questions and unspoken fears. With each passing moment, the weight of his captivity grew heavier, a suffocating shadow looming over him, threatening to consume him whole.
Noah only knew this was going to be one hellish of a ride. And only god knew when it was going to end.
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Whumper that treats pet whumpee like a lapdog meets whumpee who had lived their whole life touchstarved and hated equals the most toxic but enjoyable relationship either had ever had.
Whumper likes how whumpee leans into their touch, the way they panic when they leave the room.
Whumpee relishes the “best” treatment they’ve ever had, and chalks up the overly close and possessive nature of it to love.
#been loving this idea lately#whump#whumpee#whumper#whump dynamics#pet whump#whump prompt#toxic relationship#whump scenario#whump prompts#pet whumpee#stockholm syndrome#kinda
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Whumpee won't come out from under the bed, no matter how many times Caretaker whispers to them that they're safe now. Caretaker's real dog comes in the room out of curiosity. Whumpee softens at the sight of the dog because it's a pet like them. They end up befriending the dog and Caretaker walks in one day to see the two curled up at the edge of the bed. As much as Caretaker would prefer Whumpee to sleep at the top of the bed, they have to admit that it's adorable.
#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump prompt#whump tropes#pet whump#conditioned whumpee#pet whumpee#recovery whump#whump aftermath#whump fluff#whumpee x caretaker
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I love whumpers who own pet whumpees for companionship.
I love whumpers who talk kindly to pet whumpee but in a way where they are using whumpee for conversation and never giving a thought to whumpee ever leaving them because they are their pet.
Whumpers/masters who come home and talk to whumpee without even acknowledging that they bought whumpee from an auction.
Whumpers/masters that don't acknowledge that whumpee had a previous life without them.
Whumpers/masters that are nice to whumpee but they don't treat them as someone who has thoughts and feelings that are equal to their own.
Whumpers/masters who never mention the outside world apart from their own personal interactions with people which is too vague and specific to give whumpee any information.
Whumpees who are treated well, given the food, water and clothing they need but are not free to leave or make any of their own choices.
The person treating them so well and never laying a finger on them is also holding them captive.
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"Why are you pulling away from me?", Whumper pulled Whumpee's leash harshly making them fall forward, "whatever is going on better stop before you get punished."
Whumpee whimpered as Whumper grabbed their collar and pulled them close.
"Please", Whumpee gulped, "please don't hurt me, I-I'm I'm", Whumpee started to stutter and shake.
"You're what?", Whumper impatiently pulled Whumpee until they were face to face.
"I'm nasty, and-and dirty. I think I smell", Whumpee gasped as the collar tightened.
Whumper looked at Whumpee with disgust, "what did you say?"
"I saw myself in the mirror earlier. How can you be okay with touching me and being near me", Whumpee gasped, "I-I can't breath very well."
Whumper realized and released their grip on the collar.
Whumpee fell down into Whumper's lap and scrambled to the floor to get away.
"Do I own you?", Whumper sat back.
"Huh?", Whumpee looked up in fear.
"Do I own you?", Whumper repeated, "is that not my collar around your neck?"
"Ye-yes master", Whumpee looked down and began fiddling with the dog tag.
"Are you saying I own things that smell and are dirty?", Whumper frowned, "is that a thing you should say about your master? That they own something gross."
"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee bowed, "I didn't mean it like that. I just..."
"It's not a pets place to say that they are dirty, it's their Master's place", Whumper sighed, "you are not allowed to have such human thoughts. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee kept their face into the carpet.
"Remember what belongs to me can't be dirty", Whumper lifted their leg and rested their foot on Whumpee's head, "am I clear?"
"Y-yes mas-master, please have mercy on me", Whumpee pleaded, face now shoved into the carpet by Whumper's foot.
A while later Whumper stood from their seat.
Whumpee shyly watched from the corner of their eye as Whumper left the room.
'They're mad at me', Whumpee sighed to themself, 'I'm an idiot.'
Whumpee heard water running, it sounded like it was coming from the bathroom.
'Here comes my punishment', Whumpee groaned, 'I wonder if it will be scolding hot or ice cold', Whumpee almost wanted to run to Whumper to plead for forgiveness, 'will they hose me down, make me sit in it, or hold me under', these thoughts made Whumpee shake.
"Come"
Whumpee shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.
"Are you deaf? Come here", came the command again.
Whumpee quickly looked over to where the voice was coming.
Whumper stood with their hands on their hips, making their impatience known.
Whumpee quickly crawled to Whumper.
"About time", Whumper sighed, "you were thinking again, weren't you?"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry. I was just thinking of all the ways you were going to punish me. I hope I may find grace in your eyes, please", Whumpee begged.
"I'm not going to punish you", Whumper sighed, "I considered your feelings, and have decided to let you have a bath."
Whumpee looked at Whumper in shock.
"You mean it Master?", Whumpee couldn't believe what they had heard.
"Follow me", Whumper led the way to the bathroom.
Whumpee looked into the tub and saw a bath had been drawn with bubbles.
"These are for your hair and of course soap. Do you need any help, or can you manage?", Whumper pulled out a towel and wash cloth from a closet, "you can take as much time as you like."
"I can do it Master", Whumpee happily looked at Whumper, "thankyou so much for allowing me to clean up."
"You're welcome. I'll allow you to have a spa day once in a while as a treat that you must earn for good behavior. The better you are, the more I will add for you to enjoy", Whumper frowned, "I will help with your teeth and nails as I normally do, the rest you can do for yourself. I will continue taking care of your hair as well."
Whumpee nodded, "I could hug you right now, this means so much."
"I'd rather you didn't", Whumper frowned, "I'll be in the living room. Come find me when you're all done."
With that, the door was closed and Whumpee was alone.
They reached their arm into the water. It felt so warm, it sent goosebumps down their body.
They climbed into the tub and just sat in the water for a while. The bubbles sizzled on their skin.
A few more minutes passed, and they started to clean themself. They scrubbed every body part they could reach.
"This feels so good", Whumpee sighed in relief.
When the water started to cool, they unplugged the tub and watched the water level go down. They frowned at how much dirt and grime had come off.
Whumpee turned on the shower head and started to clean their hair.
When satisfied they lathered up their body one last time, and did their final rinse.
Whumpee dried themself with the towel, then wrapped the towel around their soaked hair.
They fiddled with their collar for a while. The thing was soaked, but Whumper didn't remove it, and they had no right to remove it on their own.
"Master didn't leave a brush for me", Whumpee looked around, "they did say they wanted to continue taking care of my hair."
Whumpee opened the bathroom door and got down to crawl.
Whumper smiled as Whumpee rounded the corner.
"Feeling better?", Whumper sat up.
"Y-yes master", Whumpee crawled to Whumper's legs and happily nudged their head against Whumper, "thankyou so much."
"Good, go ahead and sit down", Whumper pointed then reached for the brush, "I'll brush out your hair."
Whumper unwrapped the towel from Whumpee's hair and watched it fall to Whumpee's shoulders.
"I will admit you do smell better", Whumper started to run the brush through the damp hair, "I suppose that's nice."
"Did your pet have a good idea Master?" Whumpee looked up at Whumper, "I hope I did."
"Yes I suppose you were due for a wash", Whumper untangled some of the hair, "did you enjoy the bubbles?"
"Yes Master, they felt good", Whumpee looked up at Whumper again, "it all felt good."
"That's good", Whumper continued to brush until they were satisfied, "your hair feels softer as well."
Whumper eyed the collar, "I forgot to take this off, it's wet", they reached for the clasp and removed it, "we'll let this dry for a while."
Whumpee happily nudged their head against Whumper's leg again.
"I guess you are feeling better", Whumper leaned back, "climb up here, come on. I'm sure you would love a nap after that shower. Too much for a dog to do in an afternoon."
Whumpee did as they were told and climbed up onto the furniture. They rested their head on Whumper's lap.
Whumper patted Whumpee's head for a few minutes before resting their hand on Whumpee's back.
"My silly little pet having human thoughts", Whumper chuckled, "that stupid brain of yours should only worry about pleasing me, that's all it's good for."
Whumpee gently nodded, "yes Master, please forgive me", Whumpee whispered, "I will work hard and be a good pet for you Master."
"Very good", Whumper grinned, "now go to sleep."
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Different types of pet whumpees?
Because I live in a world of thinking about pet whump 24/7
Toys - Like, the equivalent of those tiny useless dogs that aren't made to do shit except beg for attention (like a bichon frisé). Small and weak but very pretty and they literally just want to be on their owner's lap all the time. They don't mind being dressed up and toted around and showed off to their owner's family. (Ventis for real)
Workers / hunters - They definitely require a more experienced hand than toys. They're encouraged to be intelligent and athletic, which makes them harder to keep in captivity if they decide they don't want to be there anymore. Used as guard dogs, for physical labor, hunting, that sort of thing. They live to feel useful and tend to have no-nonsense personalities.
Retrievers - You all know about the golden retriever boy. Turn him into a pet. That's what we're dealing with. They have a ton of energy and are just genuinely happy to please their owners. They need a ton of interaction and activity though. Great companions for owners who are willing to give that much time and energy to their companion.
And then there's the issue of like,,, what happens if an owner gets the wrong type of pet whumpee? Like getting a worker and trying to treat them like a toy? Or forcing a toy to run around in the mud and play fetch for hours? Recipe for disaster.
AND. What about when someone rescues a pet whumpee from their owner and tries to get them to act like a person again? Do toys struggle to dress themselves? Do workers feel worthless without a job to do? Do retrievers shower their caretaker with affection only to get what they perceive to be the cold shoulder?
Anyway rant over for now thank you.
@sowhumpshaped I want you to see this in particular
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rescued pet / guard dog whumpee who was conditioned to follow orders based on patterns (e.g tapping on something with a certain rhythm). they thought this trained response no longer affected them, but when caretaker's fingers tap on the table with a familiar rhythm, or they tap the edge of a pan with a spoon, whumpee reacts immediately
#making noodles and this came up in me head so here it is y'all have fun#whump#pet whumpee#living weapon whumpee#whump prompt#whump thoughts#rescued whumpee#whump ideas#whump tropes
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if ur doing prompts may I request a pet whump where pets are so common that there’s been a serum invented to take away higher cognitive functions from whumpee’s and overload them in oxytocin. so while still them—they can’t understand how to read and miss many conversation cues. all they know is that they used to be scared, they’re treated nicely, and enjoy sitting by the fire
Inspiration finally struck, and I can’t say no to pet whump!!
Taglist: @softvampirewhump
cw: mentions of vomit, pet whump, dehumanization, drug use, injection and needle
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The rugged man sighed, gazing down at the man defrosting at his feet. “Alright darlin’. It’s time for your medicine.” Whumper’s thick, gloved thumb glazed over his pet’s frosty cheek.
“Mmm…” the pet hummed, the words of his master practically flowing right over his head. Whumpee was far too enraptured in the sensation of the growing fire warming his chilled skin, as well as the plush feel of the blanket which engulfed him.
Whumpee couldn’t exactly recall how he’d gotten so cold in the first place, but wasn’t very concerned with it. He’d probably just gotten carried away outside again. He just got so excited when Master would let him out, even in such a brutal winter. All that mattered was how nice and comfortable he was now, anyway.
He snuggled eagerly into the stroke of affection on his face, a lazy smile resting on his lips.
Whumper was trying to pull away from his beloved book, an impossibly large one Whumpee had seen him engulfed in for days now. The pet was always shocked that Master was so smart, being able to get through such a thing, and even enjoying it.
Master flicked swiftly through the pages, the crinkle of paper mixing with the pop and crackle of the fire. The pleasant beat of heat on Whumpee’s skin was beyond enjoyable, and if he had a choice he would most definitely choose to be in such a state forever.
Reading, or trying to at the very least, was always a painful experience for Whumpee, a situation he was not a fan of. A pet wasn’t exactly fit for reading in the first place though, so it was never much of a problem he dwelled on.
Master’s fingers began to slip from his head, tempting to pull away. At the notice of Whumper’s touch beginning to waver, the pet desperately pushed his head back into the man’s hand.
He simply chuckled in response. ���I need to get your meds, sweet. It’ll take just a moment ‘n I’ll be right back.”
Whumpee whimpered dejectedly, savoring the last of the contact before his master fully pulled away. He held back the urge to beg for more, instead opting to be grateful that Master had been kind enough to grant him such a gift in the first place.
Whumper pushed his tired limbs from his beloved leather chair next to the fire place, his thick socks shuffling on the floor as he walked past. The pet could faintly pick up the noise of his master bumbling around the kitchen, gradually becoming increasingly nervous with what was to come.
Whumpee didn’t like the injections, or the medicine itself. The injection hurt, and no matter how slight or insignificant, he did not like it. He especially wasn’t fond of the way the drugs made him feel, spinning his animal brain in circles and bringing bile up his throat.
But he couldn’t not have the medication. All pets took it, he knew that much. And if Master said he needed it, then there was no doubt he did! Even if no amount of good behavior could seemingly get him out of it.
Whumpee was snapped from his thoughts by the sudden sight of Whumper towering over him, sweetly ruffling his damp hair. The pet wished he could have enjoyed the affection more, as his stomach churned with growing discomfort.
He wriggled in his fuzzy fabric pile, becoming visibly upset as he listened to Whumper ready his tools. “Hush, boy, you’ll be fine. Same stuff as always.”
The words did close to nothing to calm his nerves, simply washing through one ear and rippling out the other. His struggles were only halted by the commanding grasp of his master’s glove on his chin.
Master was strong, strong enough to punish any slight disobedience in the blink of an eye. As much as Whumpee disliked it, he quieted his dismay.
“I know you hate it, but there’s no way around it. Your meds help you stay such a good boy. Don’t wanna turn naughty now, do you?” Master questioned.
Whumpee shook his head energetically, staring up with pleading eyes. Of course he didn’t want to be bad! He wouldn’t dream of it, Master had to know that!
As if the pet had answered aloud, the other man gave him a satisfactory smile. “Of course you wouldn’t. So be a good boy and stay still for Master, alright?”
Whumpee tried his very hardest to keep himself still and tense, only guided by the clutch on his chin. He fearfully clamped his eyes tight, sticking his lids together with all of his might.
Familiar sounds spread around him, ones he desperately tried to shut out in fear of making any mistakes that could irritate his master. “Doin’ so good, darlin’. Just one moment and we’ll be all done. Still for just one more second.”
Master’s soothing voice licked his delicate ears, almost distracting him from the sense of the needle descending to his pale flesh.
The prick of the edge puncturing his skin was almost instant, as well as scarily alarming. Practically against his own will Whumpee lurched forward, the nick seering in a jolt of pain. Whumper gripped his frame firmly in response, almost painfully so.
Whumpee squealed frightfully. Pet didn’t like it! He didn’t like it, he didn’t like it! Master always said it wasn’t a punishment, yet it always felt like it!
Whumper’s gloves dug into his exposed skin, only encouraging Whumpee to struggle more.
“Okay, okay, we’re done!” The grip restraining Whumpee disappeared in an instant, leaving the ghost of an angry touch.
His breaths continued, yet ragged and shaky. He noticed the creep of tears in his eyes, no matter how eager he was to prevent them. Whumper cleaned up his tools, gathering them to return to their rightful spot to ready them for the next time. “S’all over now, boy. We’re all done.” Master soothed, a slight tinge of annoyance prevalent.
A light flame of anger lit deep inside of the pet. It wasn’t over, not yet.
Whumpee jerked forward yet again, grabbing for the rug below him to contain himself. A wave of painful thickness was settling over him. His vision was quickly growing fuzzy and bleak, the room swaying around him. A warm, thick slurry rose, sliding up his throat and lingering just there. He tried to regain himself, an act that quickly became futile as his strength lessened. The pet’s limbs shook, weakened and afraid.
With glossy eyes and sickly sight he searched for his master, who was sitting comfortably in his chair once again. Whumpee could only make out a pleased smile on the man’s face as the pet clung to his pant leg.
Whumpee gagged fearfully, the sick sense tainting his throat. His brain was swimming, cotton and clouds making their way inside. His thoughts were becoming gummy, slowing and allowing himself to calm. Coherency was hard to reach, and he soon gave up on the task.
As long as Master was around, he’d be fine.
Whumper put a hand to his pet’s swaying head, guiding the man against his own leg. Whumpee’s sluggish muscles were thankful for the help, surrendering to Master’s whims.
With his thoughts so hard to reach, his limbs so tired, and the pain subsiding, Whumpee was gradually calming, melting into his master. Hearing was fuzzy, as well as most things at the moment, but he could mostly make out Whumper’s purr of words.
“Relax now, darlin’. It’ll be fine in a bit. Gotta keep you all nice and good, right? Be a good boy and take a little nap while you’re all out’ve it.” Whumpee cuddled further into the man, desperate to follow him. His blanket was soon placed softly back on his shoulders, as his drool drowsily trickled onto crusty denim fabric.
Whumpee was losing consciousness, a pull he was fully willing to give in to. Master said he should, and so he would, simple as that. As long as he could be a good pet when he woke up, the hurt would all be worth it.
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Mute Whumpee having been forced into silence until they hear a certain “permission” code word.
Caretaker thinking that Whumpee is just mute from trauma now, and after about a week into their rescue they accidentally let that word slip and next thing they know, Whumpee is sobbing and apologizing and pleading-
Caretaker always liked the peace and quiet.
The sound of his own footsteps down an empty hallway, the creak of the floorboards beneath him, the soft whirring of the air conditioning unit in the corner. He liked the way the silence seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, shielding him from the outside world. He liked the way he could hear himself think, hear his own thoughts crystal clear when it was nice and quiet. When there were no distractions. When Caretaker could just be, without worrying about anything or anyone else.
Solitude is a blessing. Caretaker wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the whole wide world.
Caretaker used to like the peace and quiet…at least, before Whumpee fell into his lap.
The silence is now deafening, ear-piercing. The birds have stopped singing, the only sound is the wind rustling through the crunchy leaves scattered on the ground outside. The air is still and heavy, and the only movement is slow, steady drip of rainwater from the trees.
It is a silence that is full of fear and anticipation, and it is a silence that is waiting for something to happen. The quiet sounds like failure and disappointment. Another day blurs past in the blink of an eye - another day where he’s no closer to Whumpee speaking. Caretaker doesn’t even know the name of the man he rescued from the pits of hell, nor does he know his story. He doesn’t know the sound of Whumpee’s voice. If he has a family and friends, searching day and night to bring him home.
Whumpee is a mystery to Caretaker. And Caretaker is a mystery to Whumpee.
Caretaker peeks through the crack in the door, checking on Whumpee as he sleeps…on the floor. Whumpee lies huddled on the cold, hard ground, ignoring the perfectly made bed in the corner of the room. Like he’s not allowed to sleep in it. He writhes and flinches in his sleep, kicking his legs and whimpering like a dreaming dog. Whumpee is in there, somewhere, even if Caretaker can’t reach him just yet. He has tried everything he can think of, lost countless nights of sleep tossing and turning, and thought of every way to pull himself out of the darkness in his head, but nothing seems to work.
Whumpee suddenly awoke with a start, screaming and covered in cold-sweat, his eyes darting in horror around the room. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, every inch of him vibrates in terror. When he spots Caretaker lingering in the doorway, he flinches and chokes on a sob.
“Hey, hey! Shhh, you’re okay!” Caretaker bursts through the doorway, rushing over to Whumpee’s side, “You were having another nightmare-”
Caretaker rubs Whumpee’s back as he heaves for air, “Would you like me to stay?”
Whumpee smiles, but it does not reach his teary eyes. His muscles tense like a spring about to bounce, and still he nods his head in agreement. Or submission.
Somewhere, somehow - Whumpee must understand and realise that this is safety. Caretaker is safety. His wounds and gashes are scabbing and closing, dark bruises fading into his pale skin. His belly warm and full. The dog collar strapped tight to his throat when Caretaker found him - long gone. Caretaker burned it.
“I’m so sorry. I wish I knew how to help -” Caretaker holds Whumpee's face, cupping his cheek.
There’s that damn silence again. Whumpee sniffles and wipes at his nose, refusing to even look at Caretaker now. He has all the answers, just not the words to reveal them. So close yet so far.
“I want you to know I will never hurt you, Whumpee. I just want to help… I just…I just want you to heal-”
Whumpee’s eyes go wide with horror, and he freezes like a statue. Caretaker can hear their heart racing in both their chests. Before Caretaker could stop him, Whumpee is kneeling at Caretaker’s feet, wrapping his arms around his legs, clinging like a baby koala and bursting into tears.
“Th-Thank you! Oh, thank you s-sir - thank god!” Whumpee wails, his voice deep, hoarse and scratchy. Caretaker can hardly believe his ears. It feels like a fever dream. Whumpee just spoke. What just happened?! What changed?!
“Whu-Whumpee?!” Caretaker gasps.
“I’m so sorry sir!!! I waited - and waited and…and I tried! I tried so hard to be good. I thought you’d never say it- I thought you'd never release me-”
"Release-"
"Heel. You - You told me to heel-" Whumpee slumps back onto the heels of his feet, sitting by Whumper's heels, his hands folded limp in front of his chest - begging. "My release word. I-I did good? I didn't speak, sir!!!"
"No…" Caretaker falters, "No, you didn't."
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anon asked:
Okay I know it's been like a month since you posted it but do you have any extra inspiration or similar for the one where whumpee wasn't allowed on furniture and caretaker allows them on furniture??? Because that was so good 😊
(I'm not good with asks I'm sorry if this was a problem)
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tw accidental bad caretaker, past trauma, pet whumpee, conditioning
"Remember the first time you mustered up the courage to get on here?" Caretaker asked with an amused smile, carding their fingers through Whumpee's hair. The former 'pet' was lounging on the sofa with them, head in their lap — something that would've been unimaginable just a year ago. "You freaked out when I came home early. It was a disaster."
Whumpee hummed.
"I got so scared for a moment when it happened," they went on. "I thought there was something actually serious going on! And then it just turned out to be the furniture dilemma. I'm so glad we're past that, hm?"
"Can we stop talking about it?" Whumpee mumbled, and Caretaker's smile faltered.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realise–"
"I know. Not like it's actually serious."
Caretaker's cheerful attitude vanished, and they finally noticed just how tense Whumpee was. They withdrew their hand, and sure enough, Whumpee sat up and pressed themself into the opposite corner of the sofa. "Hey... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"Of course not."
"I know it was serious to you."
"I thought I was going to be whipped within an inch of my life," Whumpee said bluntly. "Yes, we could say it seemed quite serious to me at the time. But I guess it makes for a good funny-embarrassing story to tell over dinner."
Caretaker averted their eyes. "It's not embarrassing to have trauma. I just wanted to remind you how far you've come."
"Not that far, I guess." Whumpee gently eased themself down onto the floor. For a brief moment, Caretaker thought they did it out of spite; but Whumpee's burning red cheeks told another story. "Because now that you brought it up, I... I can't stay on there. I guess we're not really past it. And I was rude, so I have to balance that out as well, and... I don't know. I don't know. But the funny jokes about it have to wait for a couple more months."
"Whumpee, you weren't rude to me. Even if you had been, you wouldn't have had to–"
"I don't need explanations. I know. It doesn't make sense. It's a major step back. A disaster."
"I'm sorry," Caretaker said softly. "I wasn't trying to make it into a joke, and I wasn't trying to embarrass you. It's not a disaster, it's not a setback, I'm sorry for making you feel like it was anything to be ashamed of. Okay?"
Whumpee sighed and hugged their knees. "You don't have to explain yourself. I'm sorry for being so defensive."
"You can be as defensive as you want. It was insensitive of me. I just thought... I don't know. I thought you'd feel... proud of yourself. But I shouldn't have drawn attention to it."
Whumpee didn't respond. Caretaker slowly inched a bit closer, reaching out as carefully as they could to pet their friend's hair. Whumpee let them.
"I won't mention it again," they promised.
"Thanks," Whumpee muttered. "I... I don't like to think about it. Whenever I do, I... I get scared again."
Caretaker nodded. "It's okay to be scared. But please know it's unfounded. I won't ever hurt you for things like this. I won't ever hurt you for anything, okay?"
Whumpee looked up at them, awfully vulnerable. They looked like they wanted to ask something, but it caught in their throat. "Okay," they said eventually, and buried their face in their knees again. "I understand."
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Rope work
tags: conditioned pet whumpee, intimate whumper/carewhumper, shibari, restraints
Whumper laying slow and beautiful rope across Whumpee’s skin whenever they’re stressed.
Their voice is a low hum when they lean in close, ordering their pet to stay still and quiet— while tying them up into whatever little oragami shape suits their whim in that moment.
Taking their time weaving intricate knots up Whumpee’s spine—around their ribs, down their arms—until they’re completely restrained, panting and practically drooling they’re so fucking gone.
Maybe Whumper lets them stay like that for a while. They’d feel so calm and spinny, left there tied up, if Whumper had other things to do.
No thoughts.
Nothing else they’re supposed to be doing.
They’re exactly where they’re meant to be.
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Tiny Pet prompt
I wanted to write a story with a giant and their tiny pet, some kind of Giant Caretaker receiving Tiny Whumpee as a present but since I can’t put in on the paper I will change my story into a prompt.
In Caretaker's society only the wealthiest can afford Tiny pets. Caretaker is one of them, their family had a Tiny pet when they were a kid but Caretaker remember that their Tiny always looked sad and cried a lot, even more after Caretaker's Mom cut their tongue.
Caretaker never wanted a Tiny pet but their parent decided it was the perfect gift for their beloved child who just became an adult and lived on their own. So one day when Caretaker come home from work they find a cage with a note from their parent on it, inside of it there is a Tiny pet named Whumpee. Whumpee is dead scared of the Giants but Caretaker is decided to show them they’re not like their fellows.
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Defiant Whumpee with the ability to see the future is stuck in captivity. They see their future self broken and conditioned without any fight left in them. No matter what they choose, they will always end up as Whumper's pet. The question is just when and what will do the trick.
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There’s this company that makes “Human Dog Beds”
✨It’s giving pet whump✨
(But forreal these do look comfy)
*Plufl, pics taken from their Instagram
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Imran had already known, going in, that the conditions of the breeding facility where he now found himself standing would be less than ideal when compared to his old employer. He knew the smaller budget would reflect on the conditions the animals were kept, how the entire process was executed, and what the odds of the transaction working out were. Yet he is still shocked when the cages are small, cramped, filthy. His heart aches for each and every single one of the biopets kept within, but he knows he realistically can't possibly save them all.
Just one. Just the one. That would be enough.
With every step further into the facility, the mental image of Horus degrades in his mind. Guilt gnaws at the forefront of his conscience, and it comes crashing down heavily once he sees with his own eyes what had become of the once powerful animal he had met all those years ago.
Tied to the center of the tiny room, the creature barely had any slack to move. Its body is covered in a litany of sores and bruises, and the emaciated skin clings to bone like a tight-fitting suit. As soon as its gaze meets the handler's, a shrill noise leaves its mouth. Terror, it seems, was all that remained. The knot in Imran's stomach feels so tight it's nauseating.
He hopes to appease the animal despite the handler's amused comments over the pointlessness of the effort. Horus doesn't look at him. Doesn't even seem to recognize him. It pulls away from Imran as best as it can, tail pinned between its exhausted legs, tears streaming down its face, body shaking so hard it makes the chains holding it in place clink. Talking to it has no effect. Even touching it, an act that would have always promptly elicited a bite response, does nothing.
Imran barely remembers the rest of the transaction.
At some point money had exchanged hands, the biopet was sedated, and he now found himself clutching the battered creature tight to his body as if it could possibly flee. The walk back to his vehicle feels shameful.
What have I done? No. I couldn't possibly have known this would happen. But it only happened because of me, didn't it?
The device on the back of its skull has been removed. Vandermeer leaves no loose ends. Imran doesn't want to think of what the withdrawals must have been like for the animal to go through. Death would have been a kinder choice than this.
The disgraced doctor swallows his guilt, and gently lays the biopet on the backseat. The drive would be long, but the worst, he hoped, was already over.
I'm so sorry, Horus. I promise I'll take care of you this time.
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Actually i changed my mind about pet whump.
I need to write about a whumpee so desperate to be good for whumler that they come crawling back even after they're rescued. I need them kicking and screaming pleading caretaker to let them go back because whumper will be lonely without them!!
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