Tag Yourself: Whumpee Edition
♡ Stubborn Whumpee: Refuses to cry, but inevitably breaks down under too much pressure, starvation, torture, sleep deprivation, anything to wear down their will, clenching their jaw, biting back screams, cold glares
♡ Resigned Whumpee: Never fights back, the definition of ‘lay there and take it’, losing track of how long they’ve been in the basement, forgetting the names of their old friends and family, too tired to scream, dissociation
♡ Contented Pet Whumpee: Sedatives, expensive outfits, warm baths (always carried out by Whumper), leans into head pats and scritches bc it’s low key nice to be adored for once, popular with Whumper’s guests, delicate golden collars, hickeys
♡ Misbehaving Pet Whumpee: Bites, bites, bites, muzzle, shock collar, good for Whumper to take out their anger on, hunger strikes, sleeping in a barn or on the porch, never left unattended or unbound, sprayed down with a cold hose when they get too bloody
♡ Masochistic Whumpee: Laughs in Whumper’s face just to see how they’ll punish them, not at all what Whumper bargained for, low key scary, likes the taste of tears when they drip onto their cracked lips
♡ Experiment Whumpee: Needles, questionable glowing green substances, shaking so hard they think they’ll pass out, strapped to a table under fluorescent lights, headaches, hospital gown with nothing under it, body modifications
♡ Defiant Whumpee: Screaming and crying and kicking, bloodied knuckles, cracked elbows, face pressed into a stone floor by a dirty boot, “god, do you ever shut the fuck up?,” “stick your tongue out at me one more time and I’m cutting it out”
Whumper edition
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Warning: Forced self cannibalism and cannibalism. Wing mutilation and amputation.
Fresh blood trickled down Whumpee's back as they leaned weakly against a wall.
Moving hurt too much, even breathing felt like they were tearing their back apart more.
Their wings were the only thing Whumpee could think about.
The muscles that worked the wings sent shock waves of pain through Whumpee's back.
"It's like they're crying. They feel empty", Whumpee's breath hitched.
Their feathers scattered the floor around them. They had lost quite a few because of stress.... and nervous preening.
They shook as they reached for one of the feathers. Tears flooded their eyes as they cuddled it close.
Whumper carried a plate in and set it down by Whumpee.
"I thought you'd be hungry after losing that much blood", Whumper smirked, "just some leftovers from my dinner."
Whumpee side glanced the plate, "I'm not interested."
"Oh, come on, they taste really good", Whumper chuckled, "I didn't do anything to them. Those are from my plate. They're fresh to. You need something to eat to regain your strength."
Whumpee cautiously reached for the plate and grabbed a small piece of meat.
"Is this chicken?", Whumpee smelt it before taking a bite.
"Well, kind of", Whumper smirked, "it is wings from a bird like creature."
Whumpee stopped mid chew, "what?", they squealed.
"Your wings are delicious, aren't they?", Whumper laughed.
"I'm going to throw up", Whumpee threw the food away from them and leaned forward to puke.
The movements caused their back to tear open the scab that formed on their back. More blood oozed down.
"Why? Why did you cut them off?", Whumpee yelled.
"I was tired of trimming your feathers, and you fighting me. Plus I was hungry", Whumper picked up the plate, "you eat these or I force feed you. Your choice, my hard work making these won't go to waste."
Whumpee looked at the plate, "I can't eat my own wings. Please, don't make me."
"You didn't even take care of them. Look at all the feathers everywhere. You pulled them off yourself", Whumper yelled, "eat."
"You did this. You did all of this", Whumpee yelled back.
Whumper slapped Whumpee before picking up another piece of the meat and forcing Whumpee's mouth open.
Whumpee sobbed as they were forced to eat their own body.
Blood loss was getting to Whumpee. They thought they saw Caretaker opening the door and running to them.
Everything was blurry.
What was being said? Everything sounded like echoes.
"Who's there?", Whumpee jumped suddenly, "please no more, I'll be good. Don't touch me."
"It's Caretaker. Shh, it's Caretaker", someone held down Whumpee's hands, "don't fight. We are here to save you."
"Car-Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered, "Caretaker... you're here for me?"
"Yes, you are safe now", Caretaker stopped and rubbed Whumpee's head to comfort them.
"M-my wings, they cut off my wings", Whumpee cried and tried to bury their head in Caretaker's body, "they cut them and ate them. They forced me to eat them."
Caretaker sat on the ground to comfort Whumpee. They saw some pieces of bone that had been tossed away. Feathers were everywhere... Whumpee's feathers.
"I'm sorry Whumpee. I am truly sorry", Caretaker frowned as their friend shook, "I wish I could have found you sooner."
Emergency responders worked around them.
"Where is Whumper?", Whumpee looked up fearfully.
"They are being arrested", Caretaker soothed, "you are safe now. I finally found you."
"Could you grab some of my feathers so I can keep them", Whumpee asked as they were loaded onto a gurney.
"Of course I can do that", Caretaker comforted, "these nice people are taking you to the hospital. I will be there soon to help you okay."
"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "please don't forget me."
"I won't Whumpee. I promise."
Caretaker gathered several feathers of different sizes and color patterns.
They were shown the leftovers of Whumpee's wings.
"This is a nightmare", Caretaker sighed as they patted the wings gently, "this person is sick minded. They will pay for this."
Caretaker quietly watched Whumpee sleep.
They had had a busy few hours as the doctors had to carefully take care of Whumpee. Anything done wrong to the avian's back could be disastrous, especially if the wings were able to grow back.
Whumpee winced as their eyes opened.
Their eyes darted around the room. Their field of view was limited due to not wanting to move.
"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.
"I'm right here", Caretaker quickly knelt beside them, "right here."
"What's going on?", Whumpee frowned.
"You just got out of surgery, you were under for a few hours. You are resting now", Caretaker knelt beside them, "do you have any pain?"
"Not right now", Whumpee frowned, "is it bad?"
"It's not great", Caretaker sighed, "but the doctor believes if your wings do grow back, you shouldn't have any problems."
"Even if they grow back, it will be years before I have them the way they were", Whumpee felt a tear form in their eye, "do you think they'll grow back?", Whumpee whispered.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. An avian having their wings cut at the base doesn't normally happen", Caretaker sighed, "whatever happens I will help you get through or try my best to help."
Caretaker looked down, "I am so sorry I didn't get to you sooner. You were so hard to find and I know that isn't a good excuse. I'm sorry."
Whumpee weakly held out their hand to Caretaker.
Caretaker gently held it.
"You tried your hardest. I appreciate you saving me", Whumpee smiled weakly.
"Here is, uh", Caretaker quickly wiped a tear away, "your feathers you requested, I hope the ones I grabbed are okay."
"Thankyou", Whumpee reached for a feather.
"The leftover parts of your wings and the rest of your feathers are being taken care of by the Avian Society. I didn't know what was best for your wings and feathers, I hope it's okay I trusted them to the leaders", Caretaker sighed.
"That's okay, they will probably destroy them", Whumpee frowned, "I'll receive the cremated remains."
"Are you okay with that?", Caretaker made a concerned look.
"That's normal, because of what we are, most of our bodies are cremated.... unless it's an honored person. Some avians believe those people are gods and follow them", Whumpee sadly rubbed their feather across their face, "we don't want the bodies of our people to be dug up and studied in years to come."
Caretaker nodded, "I guess that makes sense", Caretaker glanced at Whumpee's back, "you should get some more rest."
"I feel like I've been hit by a bus... do you think I can eat yet? My last meal was my wings, and I don't want that to be the only thing in my stomach."
"Let me ask your nurse, and I'll go get you something if they allow it", Caretaker stood.
Caretaker came back into Whumpee's room, but was startled to see a few winged people in Whumpee's room. They figured it was part of the Avain Council.
They all glanced at Caretaker.
"Sorry, I'll come back when you are...", Caretaker knew they weren't exactly welcomed, they put up with Caretaker because of Whumpee.
"Wait, you are Caretaker right. You saved Whumpee?", someone stepped closer.
"Y-yes sir, I was able to find them. I wish I could have found them sooner though", Caretaker frowned as they looked at Whumpee.
"Please come in, you're a hero for saving them. Please eat", another invited.
"Oh this is for Whumpee, they were hungry", Caretaker started to walk to the bed.
"Ah yes, thankyou for feeding them", they stepped back to allow room for Caretaker.
Caretaker knelt beside the bed, after a second of Whumpee struggling Caretaker started to help them eat.
"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled after swallowing a mouthful.
"You're welcome Whumpee. I'd do anything for you", Caretaker smiled.
"The council will leave now and allow you to eat and rest. Please let us know if you need anything. We will happily provide you with anything you need", they started to leave, "we will also return the remains of your wings to you when you return to your home."
Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for visiting me."
Caretaker sighed as they got up and sat down.
"I hope that was okay. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to them", Caretaker frowned, "I get nervous around them."
"You did good, I think they will be showing you a lot more respect after this", Whumpee smiled weakly, "I wish I had my wings to cover me up, I'm a little chilly."
"Though your wings are softer, I hope this will suffice", Caretaker pulled up a blanket and covered Whumpee.
"Yes thankyou, and thank...you", Whumpee yawned, "for the food."
"Your welcome Whumpee, get some rest. I won't leave you", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's eyes slowly closed, "I promise."
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Maksim - biopet log 00x
[tw: noncon/dubcon(implied), depression, dehumanization]
Pet was found wandering loose near a dark alley at night. It was almost put down when the catchers saw him, his height being the first thing they've noticed.
One he was caught, it was very clear the pet is rather calm, very obedient and quiet.probably because of it's rather advanced age. It has a pretty good understanding of it's surroundings and comprehends spoken orders.
Upon further research on pets identity, we discovered why it was abandoned. It used to be a breeder at an illegal breeding facility, which explains it's messy genetics and very few info available on the database.
The facility he lived in was far from ideal. No wonder it was abandoned and all the pets scattered aimlessly. he is lucky to be found by us.
Although, I'm not completely convinced by it's calm demeanor. It was a force breeder. We always need to be cautious with those, since they might snap and try to 'do their job' at any moment they find fit. That's the main reason you keep him with shorts always. They are trained to ignore rejection or warnings from other pets and can often attempt to do the same to humans, specially mutts when confused.
Aside from the usually worried when a stray pet is found, there's also the problem of it's depression. Maksim listens and obeys, but it lacks motivation to do anything aside from pleasing others, and since we can't let it interact directly with other pets, it's been very lonely and underwhelmed. It must have never been alone for such a long time... And then there's the other problem...
Maksim keeps asking me about his cubs. I guess he really thought if he was good enough, the keepers at the facility would let him see them, I don't know... I just don't have the guts to tell him it will never happen. I thought he didn't care for it, but yesterday he expressed a lot anxiety over the subject. He asked if he did everything right, if he did have cubs, or if he had failed... I don't have anything to say to him. The records say he was a successful breeder and I knew the facility had very little investment on tech, but... For him to be so unaware of the situation... Ugh... It's gross to think they forced him into doing that, they forced all those pets... And to make it worse just left them without a proper treatment.
I understand he is trained in... The worst way possible, I too was afraid of him, but is it even his fault? Would he really default to that if he was with another pet?
I decided to ignore this, as a trainer, I don't think the pet under my lead would attack his peers without being told to do so. It will do him good to have company. I'll start looking through other pet's and talking to the team to find him a friend, although I will keep an eye on him, he doesn't seem dangerous, but well... I'm not sure yet.
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