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species-whump-weekly · 15 days

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Alien week

Sunday: Holographic World - Abduction- "Whatever you do, don't get caught. Humans will dissect you at first opportunity."

Monday: UFO Sighting - Ray Gun - "Looks like we caught ourselves a live one. Wanna call it in?"

Tuesday: Vivisection - Otherworldly Parasite - "Who should we ally ourselves with. India? America? Russia? There are so many nations for such a small world."

Wednesday: Memory Wipe - Undercover - "Don't worry. You won't remember a thing."

Thursday: Crash Landing - Radiation - "Humans carry diseases that have wiped out whole worlds. Fuck, they eat poison for fun. I can't believe you want to study them up close."

Friday: Teleportation Mishap - Gravity - "Their anatomy is so strange. Perhaps vivisection could help us out."

Saturday: Mind Control - Black Hole - "Our haul is about to breach. We need to make an emergency landing."

You have a week to prepare. Have fun ♡♡♡

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generic-whumperz · 9 months

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First Intro Post!

(Okay I feel like I’ll do a couple of these intro posts since I’m kinda all over the place atm and very frazzled- just got back from a three-week vacation.💀 I’ll do a proper intro post later, but rn I just wanna talk about my new oc!)

So I just learned of Picrew a couple days ago and have been messing around on it since. I found this character editor by @elena-illustration this and am obsessed! This is the closest I have gotten to what I think my oc actually looks like. His vibe is sad Greek statue (downturned features, olive skin, curly dark brown hair, strong jawline, with a Grecian nose) with central heterochromia (green-to-gray) and sanpaku eyes).

Can I start a list/chain/share (whatever it’s called?) of your oc’s/Whumpee’s?! I’d love to see what other people’s whumpees look like!

Greek God glory

After a fight, under the ownership of Whumper 1 (Frederik Finnegan, Fred for short).

OC overview: SX-B2217 (Seventeen/Seven for short) is a mysterious human/alien hybrid genetic experiment sold off to a WRU-type facility for a heafty price tag. Seven’s batch was created in The Lab™️ and grown in artificial wombs, then transferred to maturation chambers which accelerated their natural grown rates. These subjects were used for top secret experimentation and were not intended to ever be seen (or used) by the public.

But, (there’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there?) one of The Lab™️ workers made a backdoor deal with a WRU-adjacent facility since The Lab™️ needed funding and the facility was willing to dish out a substantial amount of money for these experimentations called “drones” (may change this name later on?) Drones were created and altered to be quiet, tolerant, docile, and malleable- an accidental perfect pet, but an intentional ideal lab rat. Drones listen to higher authority figures and have little to no sense of bodily autonomy. They are considered to be property though-and-though because they were never a “person beforehand,” do not have friends or families, were created from raw material for specific purposes in a laboratory, and don’t even have names other than their identification codes.

Additional to being a drone, SX-B2217 possesses some strange, mostly invisible abilities that he keeps hidden from Lab™️ and facility workers. However, when shopping for his first pet, Whumper 1 (Fred) picks Seven out of a line-up of freshly shipped in drones because he can sense a great power within Seven that Fred believes he can use to his advantage. Seven is a spooky boi and often seems to be in some sort of trance and can sleep with his eyes open. He’s mute, but seems to be able to subtly communicate non-verbally and react to things before they happen. Over their years together, Fred notices many unusual things about Seven that he can’t quite explain but keeps to himself. Fred is both intrigued and scared of Seven, but they develop a mutual understanding.

Inspired by his family’s famed prize-winning race horses and his love for boxing, Fred buys Seven to use for fighting as he starts an underground pet-fighting ring where people place bets on fights for outrageous sums of money. After several months of training, Seven becomes the best fighter, is ultimately unbeatable, and quickly becomes Fred’s pride and joy and his #1 cash cow. Because of this, Fred does not treat Seven like a “normal pet” which causes issues with other owners/Whumpers. Fred and Seven have a very strange dynamic that will be explored in flashbacks as I begin writing this series because it actually takes place when Caretaker rescued Seven from Whumper 2!

*This was just a background snippet, I will be sharing more down the road, I just wanted to give a little backstory to Seven’s portrait!

P.S. I’m brand new to whump and sharing this was terrifying!

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sordayciega · 2 years

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this has probably been pursued before but…

🛸alien whump🛸?

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cw: this post is tame but cw just in case!

intimate whump, abduction/kidnapping, noncon touch (non sexual), dubcon touch (non sexual), whumper turned caretaker, medical/lab environment, power imbalance, abuse of power.

- Whumpee is a human that (classically) gets abducted by alien whumper(s)

- Alien whumper is fascinated by human whumpee and their features. Their weak body, their lack of antennas, their cute human nose, the hair on their head, and especially their lack of defensive body parts! No sharp teeth to bite, no claws to scratch, no venom to inject, no poisonous skin to touch, no hard shell to hide in, etc. A defenseless lil’ whumpee :3

- Whumpee always feels uncomfortable and scared because of the language barrier and never knows what’s going on. The only thing they have to go on is context clues and tone of voice (if the aliens don’t speak telepathically~)

- Whumpee is constantly being touched. Sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently. They develop mixed feelings towards touch because they never know what to expect. And hate that they want to be touched gently by Whumper.

- Whumper likes this Whumpee so they specifically run all kinds of tests on them to spend more time with them~~

- This definitely has room to be Whumper-turned-Caretaker or Whumptaker (one of my FAV tropes)

- Whumper-turned-Caretaker, after a particularly grisly physical experiment on Whumpee, finds they dislike the sounds Whumpee makes when they’re sobbing. :,(

- Whumper wants to find out why Whumpee makes so many noises all the time. Aliens are quieter than humans, so this concept is intriguing to Whumper. Whumpee: begs, cries, screams, whines, and gasps. Whumper wants to figure out just how many sounds Whumpee can make.

- One day, Whumper accidentally drops a pen and makes Whumpee laugh. Whumpee is so delirious from stress and pain that they have a laughing fit right in front of Whumper. Their melodic giggling fills the empty room until their cheeks hurt from smiling and they’re out of breath from laughing so much. Whumper is so damn confused at what just happened, they glance at Whumpee’s heart rate monitor, look back to Whumpee, and make a mental note to explore more of whatever that sound was. Def Whumptaker potential.

cw: noncon touch (sexual), dubcon touch (sexual), experimentation-like settings, medical whump, overstimulation (sexual), being observed,

- Or, Whumper takes a liking to the breathy little moans!! Whumpee can make.

Whumper likes those noises so much that they try to figure out why Whumpee makes them and how to get them to make them again!

- Whumper figures out if they touch certain areas Whumpee makes those cool sounds *finger guns*

- Whumper thinking of Whumpee like an instrument and showing them the other Whumpers.

“Hey guys guess which sound I got the human to make today!” *as Whumpee is whining and practically convulsing on the table from multiple orgasms*

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ok that’s all for now maybe i’ll make another one of these soonnn with alien whumpee 🛸

#whump prompt #alien whumpee #whumper turned caretaker #whumptaker #possibly #medical whump #?#intimate whumper #sadistic whumper #alien abduction #let me know if i missed anything #nsft concept #cw nsft

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 9 months

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TW: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of test experiments/experimentation (if i missed anything, sorry!)

hello! so i’ve got a character (call ‘em ‘E’) that’s been kidnapped cause the kidnapper (they’re ‘B’) wants to, uh, conduct some experiments (a lot, actually)

E is very terrified of fire and lava. they are also incredibly vulnerable/easily hurt by fire/lava, even more so than humans (E is a humanoid extra-terrestrial). they take twice more damage from fire/lava than regular humans….they also have trauma from fire and lava

E has actually been experimented on before and had escaped and had begun to heal and recover from the events that had occurred. so now that they’re stuck in the (well, almost) exact situation is extremely distressing.

B wants to experiment (and i’m not saying it in a good way) on E because E’s an extra-terrestrial species and not much is known about the species nor is there a lot of people that are that species, so they’re pretty rare. so B wants to experiment on E and like how much of *insert something like pain* they can handle and etc.

so…yeah! any prompts/ideas? this got to be quite longish, sorry about that lol

Hey! So sorry this has taken me a minute to get to, my inbox can get a little hectic sometimes - hence why I'm answering this one straight up. Also, I love a good sci-fi/inhuman whumpee concept, and this one is very interesting!

So prompts for an alien character terrified by fire/lava:

If you wanna go 'full cheese' (stereotypical) then the laboratory could literally be held in some kind of lava flats/even a volcano. The lava fields of Nevarro (Star Wars) come to mind if you need some inspiration. So already E could be looking out of the transport. seeing all this fire/lava and freaking out. This opens them up to bullying from the guards transporting them. Maybe E panics as they approach their destination, seeing as the lava flows more in this area/it's a lot hotter.

They nearly pass out upon arrival - which gives B even more ammunition.

Maybe in the cell, B leaves a trough of/pours molten rock across the floor, causing E to back into a corner. They are unable to rest comfortably due to the heat/panic it causes/limited space they have. When it cools they have no choice but to sleep on it.

Maybe it's as simple as B lighting a cigarette - they catch how E's eyes focus on the flame. As time goes on, they keep their thumb on the lighter as the speak/they hold to too close to the whumpees clothes for comfort.

Maybe the only light source in the room is from candles.

When it comes to the 'experiments', B could use flames from different sources to see how the skin on E's back reacts. (Or B could do this on a surface that was burned in the past). So B could use lighters/hot coals/a blowtorch etc etc to experiment with. They consider the experiment a success when E starts screaming.

E sometimes tries to bargain, and begs them to contact the last person that experimented on them as they have the information B wants. B smiles and says "Then where's the fun in that?"

^ Or maybe B does take up E's offer, giving E a slight respite and a chance to escape.

Except they're recaptured, and tied to a spit: slowly turned above an open flame which burns their body and singes their hair...

#whump #writing #prompts #ideas #angst #torture #burns #experimentation #inhuman whumpee #non human whumpee #alien whumpee

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 11 months

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Whumpay day 29 & 31 - dehydration/alien whumpee

TW: starvation, dehydration, vivisection, nonconsensual scientific study, alien whumpee, human whumpers, multiple whumpers

Poking. Prodding. Vivisecting. It was all so dull.

Whumpee couldn't feel pain, but it could tell when its body was being destroyed. The torturous experimentation didn't bother it, but the lack of food and water did.

It once again attempted to communicate its needs to the alien scientists, beige fleshy creatures with four limbs and two eyes, horrible ugly things.

They babbled on, not understanding the complexity of their subject's language. Then again, it did not understand theirs.

This was growing frustrating, and whumpee grew more desperate by every passing hour. They weren't going to kill it, were they?

Taglist: @elim-flower @devourerofcheesecake @heavenly-whumper @whumpshaped @whumpsday

Event: @whumpay

#Whumpay #Whumpay day 29 #Whump #Alien whumpee #Human whumper #Sci-fi whump #Language barrier

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redd956 · 2 years

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Space Themed Whump

It isn’t something that I see much of, but the sheer potential in lies in space

-Failing or malfunctioning space suit

-Drifting away from their only safe space: a spacecraft, a tiny ship, someone else they were tethered too

-Whumpee being non-human, and Whumper carrying no empathy in learning about them

-Whumpee being an astronaut lost in space, and Caretaker being the unidentified alien

-The language barrier between intergalactic species, whumpee laying down confused and impatient at the even more foreign language being spoken around them

-Loss of breathable air

-Being left behind on a dangerous expedition (perhaps as a betrayal)

-Succumbing to an extreme environment’s elements

-Being quarantined on a ship/station

-Weighed down by a slight heavier gravity, unable to get back up once they finally fall over

-Whumpee being both frightened and comforted by a Caretaker, who is a different species

-Whumper being just as afraid of humans/aliens as Whumpee is

#whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenes #whump stuff #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #whump scenarios #whump tropes #space tropes #whump space #space whump #astronaut whumpee #alien whumpee #whumpblr

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prismpanic · 1 year

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Yeah, so, I made another Whump OC! He dosn't have a name yet, and I'm taking suggestions, but anyway, he's an alien from a VERY, VERY tiny planet, I mean like The size of a single mountain. Now, a while back, a MASSIVE alien race took over everywhere, and grabbed a few of each speices to study on, while enslaving the rest. This unlucky guy's planet was only just discovered. It's a really upbeat, happy place, and he's still kept a tad of optimism through the dehumanizing expirements. But...He doesn't know how much longer he can take it...

More on him later, please recomend names!

#alien whumpee #whump oc #whumpee #experimental whump #nonhuman whumpee #optimistic whumpee

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lumpofwhump · 2 years

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The Scavenger and the Forgotten 4: A Bit of a Thief

Content: Gun violence, terrorism, gunshot wound, dubiously consensual drug use and medical treatment, medical whump, conditioned whumpee, antenna whump, gruff caretaker, nonhuman whumpees, nonhuman caretakers, multiple whumpees, multiple caretakers, accidental whump.

The firefight had started up suddenly. A burst of machine gun fire into a narrow, crowded street in Xenotown was met with a few return gunshots from a shopkeeper, bringing a green-uniformed naturalborn human to the ground. The desperate dying man fired off another round of bullets, one of which grazed the leg of a terrified-looking older genmod as his Girn companion pulled him, already stumbling, to the relative safety of an even narrower side street.

"SHIT," Clee yelled as Radu howled in pain and nearly pulled her to the ground. Adrenaline overcoming whatever small tendency she might have toward gentleness, she looped his arm around her shoulders and hauled him, thrashing and crying out, around the corner. She covered his mouth as she lowered them both to the ground, looking away guiltily under his pained and panicked gaze. Still, she continued to stifle his cries until there was no more gunfire, no more footsteps, only the moaning of his fellow injured.

She peered cautiously around the corner. Aside from a dozen or so bodies on the ground, the street was completely deserted, its storefronts shuttered and its carts abandoned.

Radu let out a whine of pain through clenched teeth, but flinched as Clee looked back toward him.

She sighed, figuring she deserved such a reaction after that morning's rough wing washing. "Hang on," she said, before darting over to a food cart with a sign neither of them could read. She rummaged through it, and settled on a can of salt and a large handful of napkins. That left water and bandaging.

Radu poked his head around the corner just in time to see her nab a canteen and an armband off one of the fallen naturalborn soldiers. She looked at its insignia with disgust on her face, and hesitated for a moment before spitting on his corpse. Or at least Radu hoped he was a corpse by now, given all the blood he'd lost.

"I feel like I've been saying this a lot lately, but this is gonna suck," Clee warned Radu upon her return, not bothering to explain this act of disrespect. "Less than an infection would, but still, sorry in advance."

Radu had been expecting worse, actually. He could tell that Clee was trying to be careful in wiping the blood off and compressing the wound. She even winced a couple of times at his pained sounds. Maybe she wasn't still mad at him.

And then Clee handed him a few of the napkins. "Here, better these than your hand," she said. Obediently, he stuffed them into his mouth with trembling hands, and bit down.

The saltwater burned so much worse than the wound itself. He reflexively jerked away from her and pulled himself back by a few feet, gasping with pain.

Clee looked at him with barely-concealed frustration, her ears angled nearly flat on either side of her face, but gave him a moment to collect himself.

He didn't. Not really.

"Alright, ready?" she asked finally.

"Y-yes," he forced out in a small voice. He recognized that tone. Refusal, or even delay, had never gone over well.

It was no easier the second time. In fact, it was worse. He reflexively swatted at Clee, earning him a screech as his clawed fingers ran across an inch of her right antenna.

When he opened his eyes again to look at her, he wished he hadn't. Her eyes were wide with rage and terror as she fought to keep one violent tremor and then another from sending her to the concrete. When she was finally able to move on her own, she abruptly grabbed him by the shirtfront and forced him roughly to the ground with one hand, while the other was poised to jab his injury with the saltwater-soaked napkin.

She didn't follow through on this, instead tossing her flimsy would-be weapon to the side with a still twitching hand after a long moment of silence punctuated only by Radu's ragged breaths and quiet whimpering.

"This isn't going to work," she muttered. "Here, you want to tie this on for now?" She handed him the makeshift bandage, emblazoned with the logo of the Ganymedean Soldiers of Humanity.

"Thank you, Mi -- Clee," he said, trembling but taking it with a nod. "Thank you. For not --"

"Don't thank me for that," she said darkly, not looking at him as she got to her feet. "I'll. I'll go find somewhere we can stay. Someone who can help."

With that, she got up to her feet, steadying herself against the wall and plodding at a much slower speed than usual back the way they'd come. People were starting to cautiously open their shutters and poke their heads out into the street again, some even coming out to collect (or, in the case of the GSH aggressors, loot) the dead.

Pushing through her dizziness and worsening headache, Clee helped a Yubaghi Girn woman carry her dying husband back into the back room of their store. When the woman nonetheless looked her up and down with suspicion before refusing to give her and Radu a place to stay for the night, she went and took over for a distraught Sarverni in compressing thar daughter's chest wound. Unless she knew even less than she thought about Sarverni anatomy, Clee reckoned the girl wouldn't make it through the night.

The only good news was that the grieving parent arranged for them to stay with a friend of the family - a pharmacist, no less - who lived down the street.

Radu had gone rigid when the unfamiliar, and quite tall, mottled-skinned man with a crown of bone curving around his scalp and a thoroughly unimpressed, piercing red gaze rounded the corner and reached to help him to his feet. Appearances aside, the Sarverni was effortlessly more gentle than Clee, much to her… was it envy she was feeling at this?

Still, he stumbled over to her at the first opportunity. She stiffened as he took her shoulder for support and shook her head, but didn't push him away.

"I could've really hurt you back there, you know," she said about halfway through the painfully slow walk to their host's home. Even as she looked straight ahead, she could feel his stare on her, that look he got sometimes when he was trying to figure out what she meant, what she was going to do.

When he was finally satisfied that this wasn't a threat or a trap, he responded simply, "But you didn't."

She scoffed. "That's… what's the saying here? A small step?"

"A low bar," the pharmacist, who'd introduced himself as Talpury Belud, corrected without looking back at them in Ganymedean that was as flawless as it was clipped.

"Yeah, that," Clee said, feeling self-conscious at being overheard.

Radu paused for a long moment, trying to put his thoughts together, painful and jumbled as most of them were, and turn them into words and phrases that made any kind of sense. "I didn't -- couldn't -- at the labs, I never…" he struggled out, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to focus. "Miss sent me back. The wiping, I barely made it, and then, with the, the things they put in me --"

"The wings, you mean?"

He nodded. "They didn't work. I didn't work. I was scrap." He shuddered at his own words.

"Do I want to know?" Clee asked with a grimace.

He shook his head. Another moment passed as he found his way back to his point through a barrage of unwanted memories. "But you still took me with you," he finally managed. "Then again, this morning, and now, even though. Even though I… why?"

"Still trying to figure that out, really," Clee said with a quirk of her antennae that caused her to wince. Radu cringed in sympathy, or fear, or both. "But I mean, what else was I supposed to do?"

"Leave," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She laughed awkwardly at this. "And then what, you'd die eventually like that, right? I might as well have just killed you with my own two hands, then, and whatever else anyone can say about me, I'm no murderer."

"And what can they say, I wonder," their host interjected flatly as they reached his door, turning around to pin her with a stare.

"Let's see," she said. "Last week I got 'thieving gutter trash,' a couple weeks before that I was a 'half-breed whore,' and, oh! About a month ago or so, I was 'Hiukree terrorist scum.'"

"Is any of it true?" Belud asked.

"Oh, about half of it is," she answered casually, earning her a wide-eyed stare from Radu.

"Well. So long as it's not the thieving part, we'll have no problems," Belud told her, and waved them both inside.

"So, Lycadone," the implicit terrorist sympathizer said once he'd shown them to the small room above his store, crammed with three beds, including his own. Clee froze up, suddenly remembering the twenty four vials shoved in her coat pocket. Before she could say anything that might give this away, however, he turned to Radu. "Are you still using it?"

"Never," Radu insisted defensively. "I didn't need it. I was always good."

"That makes both of our lives easier," Belud told him with a nod. "Stuff's hard to come by."

Clee shifted guiltily in her seat. "If you're looking for more, I might --" she started.

Belud cut her off with a scoff. "You think I'm looking to be robbed?"

Clee promptly shut up.

"In any case," he said, turning back to Radu. "We can use something much lighter then, relatively speaking. Still." He eyed Clee. "You said he has some sort of back injury, possibly infected?"

"Don't touch them," Radu interjected quickly, flinching away from them both. His wings jerked in anticipation, and he winced in pain. "Please?"

Belud looked more curious than sympathetic. "Maybe we should go with one of the stronger sedatives, actually," he said calmly.

Radu swallowed and shrank in on himself, but when Belud approached him with the IV, he extended his arm obediently. He'd always been good.

The pharmacist -- a full-on doctor, really, if only of the underground variety -- was careful in cleaning and properly bandaging Radu's injuries. Clee followed along best she could, getting the distinct sense she might need to know how to do this down the line. It was nearly midnight by the time he finished. He all but staggered over to the kitchen to heat some noodles up for his guests before collapsing into bed without eating any himself.

For the second night in a row, Clee's dinner was far too spicy for her tastes. Half of Radu's, meanwhile, ended up on the floor in his still very sedated state.

As Clee wiped it up, he turned toward her. "You're not," he said in a slurred voice.

"Huh?" she asked, pausing to look over at him.

"Any of the things you said before. That they called you," he clarified.

Clee gave a short laugh. "Excuse you," she told him with mock-offense. "I'm absolutely half-Hiukree. You saw the horns for yourself."

"Sorry!" he said, eyes widening. "I-I don't know -- I didn't mean… I'm sorry."

She shrugged and rolled her eyes, but cracked a mischievous grin. "And don't tell anyone, but I might be a bit of a thief, too. No one's salt, armbands or Lycadone are safe from this one."

The shared joke seemed to set Radu at ease, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he curled in on himself and drifted off. Clee tossed a corner of the blanket over him before heading for her own cot.

Fuck, but her head pounded and her ears rang now that she had nothing else to focus on. She thanked the Healer that Belud had insisted that they stay and rest a few days. Tomorrow it would be worse.

Worldbuilding by me and @soheavyaburden

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#gunshot wound #medical whump #conditioned whumpee #antenna whump #gruff caretaker #sci fi whump #alien whumpee #lady whump #this was supposed to be just a short drabble #ah well #I'd been meaning to write another chapter of this anyways #nonhuman caretaker #multiple caretakers #multiple whumpees #nonhuman whumpee #gun violence #terrorism #accidental whump

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oliversrarebooks · 3 months

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chemical imbalance

You know that trope where horrifying things are treated as mundane? You know that trope where the whumper is talking around the whumpee like they aren't even a person? This is that story.

TW: alien abduction, alien parasites, body horror, brainwashing, mind control, restraints, tentacles, forced drugging, forced medical examination, complete dehumanization, condescension, defiant whumpee

The receptionist was young and lovely, their skin a fetching shade of blue-purple, and their human host was healthy and smiling, with the dazed, glassy expression that indicated it was well taken care of.

5X2 couldn't help the wave of intense jealousy. Their own human host's gut churned in panic. It was lucid enough to know it was being brought to the doctor, and didn't like the idea at all, stress hormones flooding its fragile body. 5X2 pumped out chemicals to soothe it, beamed calming imagery into its mind, even tried to reassure it through its psychic connection that it was just the doctor, the doctor was going to help it, and hopefully they'd both be feeling better.

All of their efforts only put the smallest dent in the distress their host was feeling. Well, no wonder -- 5X2 couldn't even remember the last time their poor host had properly slept. They took a deep breath, reassuring their human host that they weren't angry at it, not at all. They loved their host and knew it wasn't its fault it was struggling so hard. The host thrashed mentally, adrenaline rising, coming dangerously close to waking fully as 5X2 wrangled its consciousness back under control.

"I'm 5X2-YLL, and I'm here for my 3100 appointment," they said to the receptionist, hoping they couldn't tell how much trouble they were having with their human.

Sympathetic waves rolled from the receptionist as they looked 5X2 up and down. Oh, they could tell. 5X2 knew their human looked an absolute mess, with a wild expression, deep bags under its eyes, and poor hygiene. The past few days, 5X2 had even taken sick leave from work, embarrassed to go out in public in this state -- that's how they knew they had no choice but to make a doctor's appointment.

"Right this way, 5X2. The doctor is running a bit behind, but if you'll just go into this examination room, they'll be with you shortly. Please have your host change into this medical gown... if you're able."

"Yes, thank you." The door clicked shut behind the receptionist as 5X2 looked around the small examination room. It looked like any other doctor's office, but they couldn't help but notice that the examination chair had formidable looking restraints on it. They supposed it was to be expected for a doctor who specialized in disorders of host control.

The far too lucid human noticed too, and all of its muscles tensed as it signaled to every corner of its body to escape, escape, escape. 5X2 had no choice but to inject yet another low dose of paralytics into its bloodstream, just to make sure it couldn't actually act on that misguided impulse.

The paralytics kept the human from moving, but also meant that 5X2 had to do much more manual work puppeting its body, and they were so, so tired. With their host's clumsy fingers, they pulled off their shoes, shirt, and pants, and slipped on the flimsy medical gown. The human was expressing distress at having their physical form exposed, of all the ridiculous things. Sometimes 5X2 wished that its constant fears at least made sense. Instead, it was scared of the doctor, of being nude, even of the everyday, ordinary sight of other human hosts with their passengers atop their heads, tentacles nestled neatly in their ears and euphoric expressions on their faces.

I'm trying to help you, 5X2 conveyed through their psychic connection for what seemed like the billionth time this cycle.

All they got back in return was terror, anger, and the intense desire to go home.

We can go home after the appointment, 5X2 reminded it, beaming soothing images of their quarters, the cheery artificial sun lamp, their collection of exotic plants, their vibrant fiber arts, the beautiful view of stars from out of their window. Their host had always been calmed by these things in better days, but it wasn't working now. It didn't make any sense to 5X2 -- if it wanted to go home so badly, why didn't it respond to sensory landscapes of home?

Surely it wasn't lucid enough to desire its human habitat...? The human habitat was a death world compared to the safety and comfort of the space station.

There was a knock on the door, and the doctor walked into the room. They carried an air of authority about them, perched on top of a petite human who moved with unusual grace. "Hello, 5X2," said the doctor in a kindly voice. "I understand you're here because you're having difficulty in controlling your human host. Is that correct?"

5X2 looked anywhere but at the doctor, pretending to be very interested in a cabinet full of jars of multi-colored fluids. "Ah, yes, that's correct."

"There's no need to be ashamed. There's a lot of unfair stigma attached to host difficulties, but I assure you that it's a far more common problem than you think. There's no judgement here. Please, tell me about what you've been experiencing."

"My human host is almost completely lucid for most of the cycle," 5X2 confessed, trying to suppress their waves of shame and sadness. "I can't keep it fully entranced, I can't soothe it, I can't even put it to sleep. It's constantly scared and stressed and won't stop filling its body with adrenaline."

"I see."

"I have to spend so much of my energy just keeping it from fully waking, and it's affecting my work and my social life. I can't even relax on my days off, because every time I let my guard down, it decides it's a good time to fight me," they said. "I love my host, but I'm at my limit. I can't go on like this. It's sick all of the time from stress hormones, and I'm constantly fatigued. If there's anything you can do, anything at all that would help..."

The doctor's host nodded sagely. "There's a number of common conditions that could cause symptoms like you're describing. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a blood sample from your host so we can run some lab tests while conducting the examination."

"Of course," said 5X2, holding out their host's arm while the doctor prepared a needle for the blood draw. As the needle grazed the host's skin, the human managed to wrest enough control to jerk backwards, irrationally panicked at the sight of the needle. "I'm so sorry. It's been especially determined to fight me on everything today."

"It's nothing to worry about. I see it all the time. Hosts can be smarter than we give them credit for -- it's probably realized that the doctor's appointment is for putting it back under."

"But why does it fight that? That doesn't make any sense -- doesn't it want to be calm and happy? Why would it want to be stressed and miserable?"

"Oh, it's not that it wants to be stressed and miserable. It's just the natural state of hosts that aren't fully entranced. It's not its fault that it's acting this way -- it just doesn't know any better," said the doctor. "To make the examination easier, it might be best if we strapped your host into the chair, if you don't mind the restricted mobility."

"Not at all. It'd be a relief to not have to suppress their impulses," said 5X2. Their human predictably howled with displeasure, scraping and clawing for any bit of control over its limbs as 5X2 fought its body into the chair and tried to hold it still as the doctor restrained it. It was even managing to resist the paralytics, utterly desperate to escape.

If this doctor couldn't help them, 5X2 was going to lose their mind.

With the host's body securely restrained, the doctor was finally able to take a blood sample. The human's consciousness was thrashing like a wounded dust-moth, but with their body secured, 5X2 could devote their whole efforts to dampening their mental distress.

"If you'll excuse me a moment, I'll bring this to the lab. We should get results in around ten deciclicks."

5X2 tried to relax in the chair as the doctor left the room, but of course their exhausting host was having none of it.

Why are you fighting so hard? they asked.

The answer was always the same.

I want to go home. I don't want to be a host. I don't want to be hypnotized again. Please let me go.

Incoherent nonsense. The poor, confused thing.

"All right, that's taken care of," said the doctor, entering the room and perching on a nearby stool. "Now, may I ask you some questions? How long have you been noticing these symptoms?"

"About a quarter star turn."

"I see. And have you previously sought help for them?"

"...No. I really should have, before it got to this point, but I was ashamed. I thought it was temporary, and that I could fix my host myself."

"At least you're here now. You're doing the right thing," said the doctor encouragingly. "How often does the human sleep?"

"Only once every few cycles, and for only a few clicks at a time. I can't keep it to anything resembling a schedule, either, and it doesn't seem to respond to sedation at all. The only mercy is that it often sleeps while I'm at work."

"And how do you normally soothe it?"

"I think I've tried just about everything. Before this all started, it was so easy -- a quick wash of sedative and neurotoxin, some soothing hallucinations, a little gentle urging of slumber, and it was out in a milliclick. It would normally sleep for half the cycle. But now, nothing works. Not toxins, not hallucinations, not psychic compulsions. It doesn't matter what I do, I simply cannot put it to sleep. The only reason it sleeps at all is because its own consciousness turns itself off when it becomes too exhausted."

"You say it was easily controlled before?"

"Very much so. It took very well to deep trance, especially if I was listening to music. It enjoyed art and scenery and was calm as can be. I never imagined it was capable of so much anxiety."

"How close is its consciousness to the surface?"

"...Very. It's listening to everything we're saying. It might even be able to understand us. Well, as much as any host is capable of understanding."

"Has it ever become fully awake?"

5X2 hesitated.

"Please, don't be ashamed. I'm here to help you, but I need you to answer my questions honestly. Has it ever become fully awake?"

"...A handful of times," 5X2 admitted. "It didn't get very far before I was able to paralyze it and return it to my control, but... it was so terrifying, to feel my host wake, to take full control from me and do what it wished with its body."

"That's a very traumatic experience," said the doctor sympathetically. "Once we have the main issue sorted out, I recommend a visit to memory alteration to remove the unnecessary fear generation."

"Won't they judge me for losing control of my human?"

The doctor seemed lightly amused. "5X2, it's the memory alteration department. Don't you think they've seen far worse than that?"

"You're right, just a silly insecurity on my part," said 5X2, mirroring the doctor's amusement.

"Let me perform some quick examinations on your host's body while we have you here," said the doctor. "Your host is partially lucid and fearful right now, correct?"

"Extremely so," said 5X2, feeling the horrible squirm in their host's gut at the mention of the doctor examining it.

The doctor waved a small light in front of the human's eyes. "Pupils are very dilated. It's focusing clearly on my light, indicating a high degree of responsiveness. Dark circles indicate a dangerous lack of sleep, and the skin seems unusually flaky and dry. This all matches the symptoms you've described."

They moved around to 5X2's side, using the light to peer into its host's ear. "Everything looks healthy and normal here," they said, giving a slight tug to 5X2's left connector tentacle. "Connection seems firm. I assume it's enmeshed with the correct portions of the brain? You have at least six tendrils on each side of the frontal lobe, three in the parietal, and two in the occipital?"

"Of course, doctor."

"I know it sounds obvious, but I have to ask. Believe it or not, I've had more than one patient that neglected to enmesh the frontal lobe entirely. You can imagine what kind of a state their poor host was in."

"I'm amazed that anyone in this age is so ignorant. That sounds like torture for them."

"You're not wrong," said the doctor, clicking off their light. "From the outside, there doesn't seem to be any issues, but if we can't resolve the problem, we may need to do some scans to check that all of your tendrils are properly connected. It's uncommon, but there are certain disorders that prevent proper cohesion of tendril to host brain."

"I'll subject myself to any tests if it will help."

"I know how intensely uncomfortable it must be to have your host so wakeful, for both you and it," said the doctor. "I'm certain we can help you. It's extremely rare for this sort of problem to be beyond the reach of modern medicine."

A knock at the door, and the receptionist entered the room. "I have the results from the lab for you," they said, slipping out again quickly.

The doctor's host took the readout and looked it over, as 5X2 waited in anticipation and 5X2's host trembled in terror. Finally, there was a wave of satisfaction from the doctor. "I have good news for you, 5X2. The lab results may have given us an important clue to your problem."

"Truly? What is it?"

"You see here..." The doctor placed the readout in front of 5X2. It was full of miniature graphs and jargon that they didn't have a hope of understanding. "Most of the toxin levels in the human's blood were highly elevated -- no doubt due to your efforts to keep it under control -- but one in particular was abnormally low, almost undetectable."

"And that is?"

"In basic terms, it's a powerful hypnotic, the primary toxin used to keep the human mind asleep and docile. Without this important chemical, your host's mind is far more alert than it should ever be. That makes it less receptive to all of your efforts to soothe it, allows stress and fear hormones to build up in its delicate brain, and causes it to resist being put to sleep."

"And that's what's missing?" said 5X2, feeling waves of relief at having an answer.

"It would seem so. The absence of this hypnotic would make it next to impossible to keep a healthy human under trance. It's no wonder your efforts to sedate and entrance your host were fruitless. I'm honestly impressed you were able to walk into my office."

"Is there a cure?"

"There are a few different conditions that can cause this. To start with, I'm going to give you a prescription for a course of medication that should help promote the natural release of this chemical from your toxin glands. It has a few minor potential side effects, which the informational packet will describe."

"No side effects can possibly be worse than what I'm going through now. How long will that take to have an effect?"

"It should be at full strength in eight to ten cycles. We can see how you're responding, then, and I can advise you on a further course of treatment."

5X2 steadied themself. Eight to ten cycles. They could endure eight to ten more cycles.

"But in the meantime, we can simply inject your host with a big, healthy dose of the chemical cocktail it's been missing."

5X2's elation was almost drowned out by its host's panic and despair. "You can do that? You can do that right now?"

"Certainly," said the doctor, pulling a jar of translucent blue liquid from a shelf. "Let me prepare the injection. It's all natural and safe for both of you. I'm sure you're both eager to get some reprieve from fighting each other."

"And I'll be able to put my host to sleep? To keep it under trance?"

"With this extra strength, time release formula, it should be well out of it for the next few cycles, exceedingly simple to control. You can both finally get the rest you need."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you don't know how much of a relief that is."

No! No, no, no! the human was screaming through their connection. Don't let them inject me with that! Let me go! I want to go home! I need to wake up -- I need to --

"I need to wake up!"

5X2 felt their consciousness suddenly cut off from their host's body as the human woke. It pulled at the restraints, trying to get its hand free.

"Please let me go! Don't do this!" the human yelled, as the doctor looked on with curiosity.

"Oh, you're awake? Now, now, we're only trying to help you," said the doctor. "Aren't you tired of fighting? Aren't you scared and hurting?"

"I'm scared and hurting because of what you're doing to me! This isn't right! Humans aren't meant to live like this -- you've taken my entire life from me!" Tears streamed down its face. "You're a doctor -- if you have any compassion at all, please listen to me! We don't want to be hypnotized and turned into puppets. We don't want to spend our whole lives sleeping and hallucinating and floating along in a mindless trance. We want to be free!"

The doctor patted its head. "I know this must all seem so scary to you, but it's only because of a chemical imbalance. That's why your passenger brought you here to the doctor, to help you. Your passenger loves you very much and only wants the best for you. Do you understand?"

"No, I don't want this. This is wrong -- please listen!"

"You're going to feel so much better in just a few minutes. I promise. Just trust me," said the doctor, their host easily pinning down 5X2's host's restrained arm and administering the injection.

"No, please!" 5X2's host struggled uselessly against the tight restraints, its panic reaching a fever pitch, as 5X2 sat in their own mind and watched. "Please! Please listen! Let me go! Let me... go..."

The human host's body relaxed, sagging against the restraints as its control over itself suddenly diminished. 5X2 could feel a lovely sense of peace wash over their host, a sensation they hadn't felt in a quarter star turn.

5X2, eager to take back its host, sent deep, hypnotic compulsions to fog its host's mind, to sink it into a pleasant daze, to pull it back under their control, and they were delighted when the host responded swiftly and easily. All of that fight, that fear, that anger began to evaporate like mist as 5X2 gently soothed its host into a trance.

You want to be a good host, 5X2 coaxed. You want to stop resisting. You want to weaken your feeble mental defenses and let me in.

I want to... Their host's thoughts were faltering and slow, easy to manipulate, just as they should be. I want to be a good host... want to let you in... want to drop my defenses... stop resisting...

Yes, that's right. Lower those defenses. You're safe, completely safe. You can relax now.

There was only a slight hesitation before the response. Safe... relax...

5X2 felt the human's resistance melt away, leaving its mind like soft clay in their grasp.

Finally.

5X2 rewarded their host's compliance with a pleasant vision of the ship's recreation district, filled with laughter and games and live music, one that their host used to be fond of before it became impossibly defiant. Their host latched onto the familiar, mollifying hallucination right away, like a young one with its comfort-toy.

Fun... pretty...

Yes, it is fun and pretty, said 5X2. You deserve it, because you're being very good right now. Aren't you glad I took you to the doctor?

Feels... hazy...

And isn't that good?

Mmhmm... good... so good... thank you...

"How is it feeling now?" asked the doctor. "Any better?"

"Oh, yes, that was absolutely brilliant," said 5X2. "It's completely docile and enjoying its favorite hallucination right now. I can't thank you enough."

"Excellent. I'm just glad that worked. I'll make an appointment for you ten cycles from now, and give you the prescriptions for the medication I recommend, along with a course of injectables to keep your host nice and compliant. It shouldn't give you any more trouble."

"That sounds perfect."

"I recommend putting your host to sleep for the next cycle. It must be so fatigued after all of that pointless struggle, and a prolonged period of rest will help it to reacclimate to your control."

"I don't think I need to worry about the last part," said 5X2 gleefully. "It seems so relieved to be back under. But I agree that it needs sleep. Maybe I can get some sleep too."

5X2's host was already flooded with the injected sedative, so they sent a simple but strong compulsion to lull it asleep. Its exhausted mind responded right away, filling it with a deep, irresistible drowsiness, its remaining thoughts dulling and fading as it drifted away peacefully. The cheerful hallucination of the recreational zone would give it pleasant dreams. 5X2 couldn't remember the last time their host had been so quiet, not a hint of stress or nightmares.

It was so charming to feel their delightful host curling up comfortably in its own mind and going to sleep. It reminded 5X2 of how much they loved their host, before everything had gone wrong.

"It worked," said 5X2 in awe.

"Asleep already? I thought so. It was so worn out."

"Thank you again, doctor, for all of your help. My host wanted to thank you, too, before it fell asleep. I can tell that it already feels so much happier."

"It's my pleasure." The doctor released 5X2's host from the chair.

5X2 stood up, shedding the medical gown and putting the host's clothes back on its body. Control was simple and seamless now, the host's body moving exactly in accordance with 5X2's wishes. They could hardly believe what a difference a little chemical persuasion made. With their newfound freedom, a part of them wanted to go out and indulge in all of the fine pleasures they had missed out on for so long -- but really, they knew it would be far more prudent to go home and sleep.

They'd do that after they picked up those prescriptions, of course. They weren't going to let a simple chemical imbalance ruin their life any more.

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It's always the weirdest things you need to get out of your system, right? I don't know where this came from, but I'm tempted to write more about this alien parasite society. Like how they acquire humans, and how other pairs are doing...

What would you do if you had a passenger of your own?

#whump #whump writing #alien #alien abduction #alien parasite #alien whump #defiant whumpee #brainwashing #hypnosis #drugging #medical whump #clinical whump #pet whump #kind of #dehumanization

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sordayciega · 2 years

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part 2 bc a wonderful little @lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently asked me if i was gonna continue it and now i am graciously emotionally obligated to do so 😌

🛸more alien whump >:)🛸

cw: alien whumper, alien whumpee, human whumpee, vitiligo/albinism mention, whumptaker, body horror, death mention, choking, chest gore, cutting, hitting with object, bad caretaking, name calling, abandonment, left to die, medical whump, kidnapping, dehumanization.

Whumper is an alien on an undercover mission and needs to find a human to learn about. Whumpee immediately catches Whumper’s eye, as they have a rare feature (vitiligo, albinism, red hair). Whumper is fascinated.

Alien Whumper follows Whumpee home and imprisons them there. Alien Whumper loves the convenience of this.

Alien Whumper makes a game out of hurting Whumpee with things from their own planet. Ruining the normalcy of everyday items by hurting Whumpee with them.

Choking them out with a gardening hose, using their chest as a pin cushion, cutting them with hot kitchen knives, and hitting them with belts or shoes.

Alien Whumper caretakes for Whumpee to keep them from dying, but their caretaking is subpar at best. But hey, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?

Human Whumpee is very uncoordinated compared to Alien Whumper. They trip over their feet, lose their balance, and regularly stub their toes. Whumper just attributes this to them being an inferior species.

Alien Whumper is much larger than Human Whumpee. Whumpee is constantly just picked up like a baby and examined and prodded at.

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Conversely, Whumpee is the alien. They’re abandoned by their team, tied up, and left to die on Earth.

Human Caretaker is one of those super eccentric tin-foil hat wearing alien believers and moved to a town with constant UFO sighting to try and see a UFO with their own eyes.

Human Caretaker whumps Alien Whumpee on accident because they don’t know exactly how to help them heal properly. 👌👌

Alien Whumpee can’t speak like a human, but chitters and seems to speak their own language to Human Caretaker. They constantly look Caretaker in the eye and chitter at them. While they can’t understand Alien Whumpee, they feel a clear linguistic bond between the two of them.

Caretaker notices that Alien Whumpee has a strangely human-like qualities which leads to IQ tests for Whumpee.

The more tests Caretaker performs, the more they realize Alien Whumpee is less of a little pet and more of a truly sentient person. They start treating Whumpee more like an equal the longer they study them.

Alien Whumpee can immediately recognize themself in a mirror and understands object permanence. 😌 smart cookie 🍪

However, Alien Whumpee still likes acting dumb to get Human Caretaker to do more things for them because they are smart enough to be lazy.

Alien Whumpee having bioluminescence and Human Whumper making fun of Whumpee by calling them a glow-stick :(

This is so laughable I almost didn’t include it, but Alien Whumpee gets kidnapped by Area 51 Whumpers and is experimented on at Area 51.

Caretaker trying to find out what Alien Whumpee likes to eat. So far they will only consume Doritos, steak, grapes, and grilled cheese sandwiches. None of these foods have anything in common, which stresses Caretaker out completely.

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i can never tell if i write too much or not enough but whatever 🫥

#whump #whump prompt #alien whumpee #general cw #whumpee #cw violence #cw abandonment

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whump-queen · 10 months

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I want them shoved so far into the whumpee headspace that when they make a mistake, they need to hurt to make it better.

“’msorry I’m sorry I’m sorry— I-I’ll make it better. Please let me make it better. Hurt me—I deserve it.”

#just dropping to their knees and begging to make it right again #whumpee dialogue #akia.txt #whump dialogue #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump prompts #shout-out alien you know why

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whumpster-dumpster · 11 months

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