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whumpshaped · 6 months

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a nonhuman whumpee i enjoy is a dog-like whumpee, with matching tail and ears, but also the core personality traits of a dog. they are really loyal and eager to please and maybe they have a more child-adjacent understanding of their surroundings :) could go both the guard dog and the kicked soaking wet puppy route

(also if you write something for this could it be comfy? i’m in dire need of comf)

doing this first bc i want u to have comf

tw pet whump, hybrid whumpee

It had been a long day. To say Caretaker was tired would've been an understatement; they were exhausted, drained to the point that they weren't sure they would be able to drag themself home. But they did, eventually, coming to a stop in front of the door of their apartment.

They heard the soft pitter-patter of feet from inside, and they wanted to bang their head against the wood. They couldn't do it tonight. They wouldn't be able to play fetch for an hour, they couldn't give belly rubs until their arm cramped up. Would Whumpee be upset? Would they throw a tantrum?

Caretaker sighed and put the key in the lock. They'd just have to see.

"Caretaker!" Whumpee was already kneeling by the door, bouncing up and down excitedly. They were clutching their favourite toy, ears all perked up and tail wagging a million miles an hour. "You're home!"

Despite the fatigue, Caretaker couldn't help but smile. "Sure am."

Whumpee seemed to catch on, and they settled down a little, frowning. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm just a little tired today." They closed the door behind themself and kicked their shoes off, then walked over to the kitchen to prepare some food for their new pet. Said pet crawled after them immediately.

"That's okay! I can be very quiet!" they said entirely too loudly, and Caretaker chuckled.

"Can you? What a good boy you are."

"I am!" Whumpee looked very proud to be praised, puffing out their chest and grinning up at them. "And I can be very patient! And good! We don't have to do anything tonight! I can just lie down by your feet as you watch TV. That's okay with me. I won't bother you."

"Mhm." Caretaker laid the wooden spoon across the top of the pot, letting the instant soup do its thing. "That sounds nice."

Whumpee continued blabbering until the food was ready, then blabbered some more while they both ate. It was a pleasant background noise in Caretaker's tired mind, and they were grateful that the pet didn't require much engagement to keep the conversation going.

After their meal, Whumpee really did quiet down. With a belly full of warm food, they followed them over to the living room and lay down on the fluffy carpet next to the sofa. Caretaker got comfortable as well, switching on the TV to watch something they wouldn't even be able to follow.

In the end, they did end up petting Whumpee until their arms cramped up. It wasn't quite energising, but it wasn't the chore they'd imagined half an hour ago. They fell asleep with their hand hanging off the couch, fingers tangled in Whumpee's soft hair.

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps @anonymous-tiangou @whump-kitty

#asks #whump #whump drabble #pet whump #comfort #hybrid whumpee

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blackrosesandwhump · 9 days

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Whumpril Day 25: Brace Yourself

A/N: Featuring my character Gathin Holloway, the MC in Sword of the Half-Human.

CW: bleeding, blood, vampirism, monster whumper

Each breath brought pain, burning in my chest with each inhale, but the creature had only fallen back, and I had seconds before it attacked again.

Brace yourself, master, came the sword’s warning in my head.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, adjusting my stance in the snow. I felt breathless, weakened, and her words only served to remind me how wounded I already was.

I would rather not have to bleed out for the sword to do her work.

The creature wheeled around and faced me again, eyes glowing in the darkness, claws digging wild grooves in the layer of white. My blade was ready; it caught the creature across its hideous neck as it leapt on me, cutting a deep swathe that immediately bleed black. With a horrible, screeching cry it reeled backward, blood arching through the air, to fall in its side, where it writhed and shuddered with the same horrific screeching.

Now I really did brace myself, panting and silently begging my body not to fail me. My own blood was seeping darkly from the jagged lacerations the creature’s claws had inflicted on my chest. The sword remained silent as together we watched the monster convulse itself to death, its blood spattered across the snow.

“It’s time,” I said aloud, my voice oddly muffled in the cold and ice. “You can drink now. But be quick, because I can’t stand up much longer.”

I’ll only be a moment.

The ravenous force I had come to know so well shimmered like heat against the blackness. The monster’s blood rose spiraling from the snow, pulled toward the blade and vanishing into it as she drank.

And then she stopped. For a moment, everything fell deathly silent.

Master, something…something is wrong.

I felt it: a quaking, shattering wrongness uncurling from deep inside me. From deep inside…her.

The creature’s blood…poison…changing me…please, master, you have to—

A wild cry, echoing the monster’s dying wail. The blade wrenched herself from my grip, throwing me off-balance. I dropped to my knees, stunned and speechless, still bleeding.

Then my own horror began to unfold.

@forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumping-to-conclusions @whumping-out-of-time

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thecareandkeepingofwhumpees · 11 days

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This is my entry for @whumpril alt. prompt #6: blanket nest!

Content warnings: past abuse and conditioning. Let me know if you want anything added!

When Dan woke up, it was — he blinked hard to bring the clock into clarity — 2:30 am. It was 2:30 am and he was awake for no discernable reason.

Maybe the Mexican takeout he’d had for dinner had given him a weird dream, and he just couldn’t remember it. Accepting that enchiladas were the cause of his early awakening and ready to attempt to fall back asleep, he rolled over, but was met with a startled squeak.

His roommate, Ruby, was standing in front of his half-opened closet. Her colorful wings fluttered anxiously, muted by the dark, and she circled a fist over her chest.

Ruby was an avian hybrid who had been kept as a pet by an abusive owner for many years. Thankfully, the organization Advocates for Hybrid Welfare had gotten her out of that situation. Dan’s brother, who worked for AHW, had called him, explaining that he had a hybrid who didn’t qualify for the organization’s assisted living program, due to the fact that she had been kept as a trophy pet and thus was in good physical condition, but clearly wasn’t yet ready to live independently. Then, he sheepishly asked if he’d ever considered sharing his apartment with a roommate.

Due to the way she had been conditioned to act as a pet, Ruby often had difficulty using her own words. To combat this, she and Dan started learning sign language. However, as neither of them had any prior experience, it was pretty slow going. So far, they’d only gotten through the colors of the rainbow, and a few civilities such as ‘please’, ‘thank you’, and ‘sorry’ — the latter of which being what she was signing right then

“What’re you sayin’ sorry for?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.

“Sorry for…” she trailed off and shuffled towards the door.

“You wanna show me?” he clarified.

“Wanna.” She nodded tightly.

“Lead the way,” he said, clambering out of bed. He followed her out to the living room, where he was met with an intricate pile of pillows. Upon further examination, she had laid them out in a ring shape and laid a bunch of blankets over top, forming a nest shape. “Hey, that's cool. Why were you apologizing?”

“Bad bird,” Ruby muttered, rocking back on her feet. “Look what you did. Made a mess! Clean it up right now!” She got increasingly agitated, her mumbles turning to shouts.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. You haven’t done anything wrong, and you don’t have to clean it up yet,” he rushed to assure her. “I’m guessing that you wanted to get the spare bedding from my closet, and that’s when you accidentally woke me up?”

She nodded, looking desperately contrite.

“Okay, how’s this sound?” Dan said through a yawn. “You go grab the stuff you wanted from my room, and I’ll make some tea for us, and then we can get all cozy in your nest and drink it.”

“Go grab the stuff,” Ruby agreed, still hesitant, but hey, progress is progress.

“Awesome,” Dan said, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a kettle from the cupboard and held it under the faucet. The white noise created by the water filling it was almost enough to put him asleep, so he splashed a bit on his face to help wake himself up. Then he set the kettle on the stove to boil.

He cracked a grin when he heard her shuffling down the hallway, weighted down by a pile of blankets, but they both startled when the kettle shrilly announced that the water was boiling. He turned off the element and began ruffling through the cupboards. “Would you rather have… peach mango or blueberry pomegranate?” he called to Ruby, who was in the living room adding the finishing touches to her blanket nest.

“Blueberry pomegranate,” she responded after a moment of deliberation.

He squinted at the box. “Ah, good choice. It says here it ‘promotes good sleep.’ I think we could both use that, hey?”

“What’re you sayin’ sorry for?” she echoed his earlier question. “Sorry for!”

“‘S all good, you don’t need to apologize for waking me up.” He added a tea bag and spoonful of honey to both mugs.

Once it seemed enough color had soaked into the water, he carried the mugs over to where Ruby was sitting perched in the truly impressive nest she’d created. “I didn’t even know we had that many pillows,” he said, handing one of them over to her. She accepted it with a happy coo and he sank down beside her. Dan sipped his own beverage. He’d never been a tea drinker before, but he’d bought some for Ruby, and she was slowly converting him.

They sat in the nest sipping their tea together, the soft atmosphere only compounded by the rain that had begun to fall outside.

Dan’s eyelids were drooping, but he at least had the presence of mind to set his half-finished drink to the side so he wouldn’t spill it in his sleep. He shifted so that he was laying down, his head against one of the many pillows.

As he drifted off, he felt the sensation of fingers carding through his hair and scratching gently at his scalp.

#winged whumpee #hybrid whumpee #lady whumpee #male caretaker #cozy vibes #whump #whumpril #whumpril2024 #blanket nest #caretaker talks #whumprilday23

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cainyofkhares · 10 months

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welcome!what are your ocs like?

I'm glad you asked! I have a whole bunch so I'll pick out my favourites and give you a quick introduction to them! If there is anyone that you'd like more information about, let me know, because I would gladly tell you more about all of them!! -----

Content: Non human whumpee, Servant whumpee, Pet whumpee, lab whump, centaur whumpee, painful transformation, dehumanization, conditioning, muzzled, caged, carewhumper

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Whumpees:

Folas Maeda:

Folas started out as a character from a Danganronpa roleplay, but later involved into my favorite Whumpee. He was greatly unhappy with himself due to his past, feeling like he was too weak and unable to help other people. He felt more connected to his D&D character, so much so that he eventually started to believe that is who he was supposed to be. He started to alter his appearance to match that of his D&D character. After years of being unhappy, he got the opportunity to become an Elf, as he wanted. Ever since this transformation, the government and other supernatural beings have been after him and his boyfriend. The government wants to do experiments on him and other supernatural beings, such as Vampires and Shadows are a main part of his home town, and target him and his boyfriend for unknown reasons. Me and my friend have the worst arc yet planned out for him, and I will gladly tell you more if you'd like! Here are some pictures of him from before everything and after the arc we planned.

[Redacted]:

[Redacted] is Folas' older brother. They're from a rich family who owned servants. When [Redacted] and Folas were younger ([Redacted] was 16 and Folas was 8), [Redacted] fell in love with their family's servant, which is strictly against the rules. The servant was executed and [Redacted] was forced into becoming their family's next servant until eventually being sold away to another Master. He is a good, obedient Servant. ...unless you talk to him when his Master isn't there. Then he is a sassy guy who causes chaos in his Master's family.

Susanoo/Cody:

Susanoo is a dog hybrid who was captured by a lonely man named Masaki, who just wanted a pet. Susanoo was forced to act like a dog, as Masaki would not acknowledge his existence otherwise. Whenever Susanoo talked, Masaki would act like he didn't hear anything, or like he only heard barks and whines. While he was captured, his leg got broken. His owner got his cast placed wrong, making him unable to walk. He would be muzzled or caged if he misbehaved, but was never hurt in any way, as Masaki belives that pets should be treated well. Susanoo, now Cody, realised how lonely Masaki was, and thus decided to give in and become the pet he wanted. He started obediently performing the commands Masaki was trying to teach him and started to actually make dog noises, rather than trying to make Masaki hear him talk. This was immediately praised with a lot of treats and pets, to Cody's delight.

Junpei:

Last but not least, someone from the Lab Whump story I am working on. Junpei is a guy in his early 30s, working a job in journalism. He applied to a special program he found on the internet, said to be able to fulfil any and all requests someone had. Junpei requested that this program would get rid of the immense pain in his knees, not knowing this program had a catch...

The goal of this program was to test out special substances that could physically turn people into other creatures. Whether it be dogs, cats, wolves, even dragons, orcs and phoenixes! Junpei was lucky to get a new pair of legs, but... He had become a centaur. Something he was not able to adjust to. The transformation was horrible. The most painful thing he had ever experienced. And besides that, he had no idea how to properly control his new body. Slowly, he started gaining more deer-like instincts as well.

Whumpers:

Masaki:

Masaki is Cody's owner. A lonely man who is fairly new to the whole pet ownership thing. He doesn't hurt Cody, per se. He punishes him in ways a real dog would also be punished. Muzzling him, putting him in his crate when he misbehaves, etc.

He loves taking Cody for walks, showing off his adorable dog to the rest of the city.

Tsukasa:

A young scientist who is the mastermind behind the experiments that turn people into different creatures. He created the substances that would allow the transformations to happen, documenting everything. He keeps remaking it until he is fully pleased with the results, which doesn't happen often. He worked on 236 experiments so far and has mastered turning people into "normal" animals. That got too boring for him, so he started working on supernatural creatures, such as centaurs, dragons and phoenixes.

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pixelated-whump · 7 months

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@ailesswhumptober Day Thirteen - Crushed

TWs: Child death, Minor Whumpee, Kinda graphic violence and stuff, please be careful and don't read if you can't handle this kind of stuff

Contents: Aside from everything up there, broken bones, suffocation, all that jazz, and again, Mabel is a minor and dies in this

Characters are Mabel (Aka M, She/Her, Around 12), Riley (Aka R, She/Her, Around 12), C (It/He/Whisker, Around 15), and F (He/Him, Around 14), all refs can be found here.

Also posted on Ao3!

Final warning, I rated this as Mature on Ao3 for a reason, please proceed with caution.

There’s a creak above Mabel’s head. She looks up nervously, gently tapping her sister’s shoulder. “Riley, we really shouldn’t be here-”

“It’s fine!” Riley huffs, tossing something to the side. “I’m almost done, anyways. Like I said, we’ll be in and out in no time at all.”

It takes a few more minutes for the fox hybrid to get done gathering supplies, flinging the front door of the abandoned house open and walking out. Mabel pauses for a moment, and hears the sound of wood cracking. Oh no.

Before she can even get her limbs to move, the wooden supports of the building collapse in on themselves, and wood and brick comes crashing down onto her. Mabel vaguely hears the panicked voice of her sister, but it’s overshadowed by the painful pressure on her entire body, minus one arm. She screams as there’s a sickening crunch of various bones.

The cat hybrid screeches as the debris shifts slightly, ending up with more burying her. She can barely breathe, hyperventilating uncontrollably and sobbing.

A hand grabs her own exposed one, trying to pull her out. Mabel screams again, panic washing over her in waves as her breathing gets shallower.

“Mabel!” Riley sobs somewhere in front of her, pressing Mabel’s hand to her face. “Oh my god, Mabel!”

In one brief moment of clarity, Mabel realizes that this is it. She’s dying, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Tears slip down her cheeks, only able to hear the sounds of her sister’s sobs and her own shallow breaths.

She closes her eyes and waits to die.

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“-ello? ...Hello?”

A voice makes its way to Mabel’s ears. It doesn’t sound like Riley, not at all. She lets out a groan, opening her eyes and lifting her head.

There’s a black- no, very dark blue cat looking down at her. She’s in a plain white area, though the ground underneath her is solid. The cat smiles in relief. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten a new... visitor to the Void.”

He reaches out his paw and she takes it, stumbling as she stands up. “Who... Who are you? Where are we?”

“I’m C. You’re in the Void, although...” He pauses, pursing his lips. “Do you remember anything?”

“I thought I died,” She says, gasping and looking around. “Riley? Riley?!”

C rests his paw on her shoulder. “Easy, your body is still recovering.”

Mabel stares at him with wide eyes. “I need to find my sister!”

“She’s not here, as far as I know,” C explains, voice gentle. “Can you tell me your name?”

She falls silent for a moment. She doesn’t even know where she is. “It’s- It’s M-Mable.”

“We usually take one-letter names around here,” C says, gesturing for her to follow him. “How’s M sound to you?”

“It’s... fine, I guess.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” C reassures her, though it doesn’t really work. “It took me a hell of a long time to get used to it, too.”

“How did you find me?” M asks, tail swishing behind her.

“Well, normally I’d find you while doing my daily rounds, but...”

“Why hello there, my good friend Copycat!” A creature interrupts him, someone with sharp teeth and seemingly no eyes, but with a closer look, it seems they’re just hidden.

C sighs. “Hello, F. I’m showing our new friend around, if you’ll kindly buzz off for a bit.”

F hums, floating around M and almost examining her. “Oh, now I remember!” He exclaims. “You’re that cute butterfly-cat-human-thing I found.”

“...Butterfly?” She asks, head tilted. As if on command, wings on her back flutter.

“Yeah, the Void tends to corrupt its residents,” C explains, giving her a pitying smile. “It’ll take some time to get used to. C’mon, let’s go finish the rest of our tour.”

And M follows, because... she has nowhere else to go now.

M, Mabel, Mercy, was now a resident of the void.

And as selfish as it sounds, she hopes her sister will join her.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #minor whump #minor whumpee #hybrid whumpee #whump writing #pixel's whump #lmk if i should tag anything else i want to be extra careful with this one

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egg-writes-whump · 2 years

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The Merry Whump of May Day 9 - “You can cry, it’s ok.”

Hide and seek | Phone Call | Midnight

OCs used: Nico and Abbie/Starr (had no ideas for Lin & Luis on this one)

TW: Hybrid whumpee, male whumpee, morally grey caretaker (c’mon she owns them and feels no guilt about it), lady caretaker, institutionalised slavery, crying whumpee

Nico was staring at the mug of coffee in his hands. It was the middle of the night, but he really didn’t feel like sleeping.

“You shouldn’t be drinking coffee at this hour.”

Oh great. Starr. The model was leaning against the doorway, her usually pristine dark hair was messy. He glared at her.

“Do I look like I care?”

“Well, I care.”

Starr replied, walking over, snatching the coffee out his hands and pouring it down the sink.

“Oi!”

“You can’t be drinking coffee at midnight, Nico.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He snapped. She folded her arms and gave him a look.

“Well, technically you can, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to listen.”

“Look, what’s up? You’re always so on edge around me. I mean, sure, I’m human, but I’m not going to hurt you or Becca, I haven’t done anything to hurt you or Becca.”

“It’s not just you. It’s humans in general. But you’re the human I’m around the most, so most of my anger gets taken out on you. I’ve never trusted humans, neither of us have and now look where we are. Stuck with you. And you sure as hell aren’t letting us go.”

Starr frowned. She came and sat next to him. He huffed.

“...I hate this.” “Yeah, I know.”

She saw tears forming in his eyes but he wiped them quickly. “...you can cry, it’s ok.”

He put his head in his hands and broke down. And she stayed with him, one hand on his shoulder for comfort. He didn’t tell her to leave him alone or anything.

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@themerrywhumpofmay

#whump #Egg writes whump #egg's ocs #the merry whump of may #you can cry its ok #tw institutionalised slavery #male whumpee #non human whumpee #hybrid whumpee #morally grey caretaker #lady caretaker #crying whumpee

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pleasantly-painful-fiction · 2 months

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I'm Glad You Can Read

“You can read? Didn’t think hybrids were educated… uh” Kazunai, Ren’s Master, rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, master’s don’t usually teach em to read and stuff. I heard it was…”

Ren shrank into his seat, making himself as small as possible, no longer listening. Master is right, of course. No one wants a smart hybrid pet. He should have been more careful. He shouldn’t have let Master know he could read. How can he possibly convince Master he’s good now?

Ren glances at the window. The snow is falling heavily. If he gets thrown outside tonight, he’ll probably freeze to death. He read about someone freezing to death once. It didn’t seem like a good way to die. He should get on the floor and beg Master for mercy. He should try and sway Master into believing his abilities can be useful. He should apologize until his voice is hoarse and offer to burn his eyes. No, he should just remove them right now. He should prove he’ll never betray Master by reading again. He should do a lot of things. He would do a lot of things, except he can’t move. He can’t speak. He can’t do anything!

Suddenly, a hand grabs his chin. He flinches, but doesn’t resist as the hand raises his head.

“Ren…?” Kazunai watches him closely. “Ren, do you hear me?”

Ren lowers his gaze. Shit. Now he’s made it worse. He’s smart AND he didn’t apologize AND he didn’t listen. Well, might as well just jump off the roof. It would beat freezing to death, which is definitely what he’ll be doing tonight if he doesn’t greet the reaper on his own terms before that. Maybe if he disobeys more, Master will just beat him to death right here. But then… Master would have to clean up the floor. Master wouldn’t like that. He should die in a way that won’t inconvenience Master. Hybrids should never inconvenience their masters.

“REN!”

The shout startles Ren out of his thoughts. He tumbles backwards into the wall and lowers his head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Ren. I wasn’t trying to - you spaced out there.”

Ren shakes his head. Master shouldn’t be apologizing. Master’s dumb hybrid should be apologizing. “I…” the rest of the words die in his throat. His throat is doing that bad thing again where it won’t make the sounds. He touches his throat, hoping Master understands.

“It’s fine. You don’t gotta apologize for that. Somethin’s going on in that big brain of yours I probably wouldn’t get. Just listen instead.”

He nods.

Big brain. His stomach turns. If he was human, that’d be a compliment. If he was human, it would be okay for him to be smart.

“I’m glad you can read, Ren. I was gonna try ta teach you myself to be honest. Didn’t really know how, though, so this is better.”

Wait. Did he hear that right? Master was going to teach him? So… he’s not mad?

“You’re not in trouble, so stop bowing your head. Chin up.”

Ren hesitates. Kazunai scowls, though he stuffs his hands into his pockets - his way of telling Ren he won’t hit him.

“You oughta know by now I ain’t like those bastards. Getting mad at a hybrid for using its brain is just fu-” Kazunai sighs. “It’s messed up.”

He reaches out and waits for Ren to give the okay, then scratches behind Ren’s ear. He smiles softly. “You can go work on the puzzle and calm down some, ‘kay? I’ll make dinner.”

#pet whump #hybrid whump #whump scenario #whump writing #kazunai and ren #whump #whumpee #whumpee and caretaker #cat hybrid

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 16 days

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something with animal hybrids! catpeople, dogpeople, snakepeople, the whole shebang

TW: planned torture, crying, hair pulling, creepy whumper, hybrid/animal whumper, hybrid/animal whumpee

Note: This was forgotten in my drafts for some time. I don't know if I'll ever continue it. It sure was fun.

"You're mine now, sweetheart."

Vevina grabbed the rabbit-girl's black hair, wrenching her head back to force eye contact. She could hear her heart racing, and longed to snuff out the sound.

"Please let me go," the girl begged, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I won't tell anyone."

"And how am I supposed to trust that?"

"I- I don't know. But if it's- if it's blood you're wanting, I have plenty. Just don't kill me!"

"It's funny, the things people think about bats. They all see our lovely wings and say oh no, they must be here for our blood. Well, it's not true. I eat fruit. The only thing I want from you is your tears. Got it?"

This terrified the rabbit-girl far more than the notion of a vampire bat. Her entire body quivered, even her ability to play dead robbed from her as a clawed hand closed around her throat.

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @heavenlyeden @whumpytine

#Whump #Hybrid whump #Whumpblr #Whump writing #Ask #Request #Bat whumper #Rabbit whumpee

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mj-iza-writer · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 19

I'll take one final step, and all you have to do is make me / Floral Bouquet / psychological / "I'm not as stupid as you think I am" Alternative list: Lab Rat

The doctor stuck a potato chip through the hole of the cage to offer Subject 148 a treat.

148 gladly took the chip and sat back down in their cage.

"Doctor, was that the last experiment today?", an assistant questioned while they labeled 148's blood samples.

Doctor slid another chip through the cage hole, and smiled.

"Yes I think 148 has had enough of us today", they commented, "they did so good."

148 perked up when they heard the praise, they had tried their hardest to be good today.

"They must have heard you mention a trip outside for recess after the labs and testing were done", the intern smiled.

148 perked up even more, they whimpered. They got up to a crawling position, and gently rattled the cage door.

"I think they've earned it", the doctor grinned.

The intern and assistant walked down the hall following 148 to the outside gym entrance.

"They know where they're going", the intern chuckled, "I've never seen anything like them."

The assistant smiled, "yes they have taken this trip a few times. They're quite a sight."

148 had scaly patches throughout their body. Their eyes bright yellow. Claws as sharp as their teeth. Pointed ears that rested against their horns. They were not able to stand upright, often finding it painful to be like that for a long time. Their body was naturally hunched. They were incapable of speech.

The Doctor believed 148 was a hybrid between reptile and human. They had no idea how though. That was what the experiments were for.

148 had been found and captured by a specialist group. They had decided to contain 148 in the lab. It was Doctor's job to research 'what this beast was', as they had been told.

148 behaved for the most part, they only fought back occasionally, and mostly when scared. They had learned to trust the Doctor and Assistant through time.

148 paused beside a vending machine and looked at Assistant with longing eyes.

"What's going on?", the Intern watched as Assistant pulled their wallet out.

"Nothing, they just have me trained really well", they slipped some cash into the machine and hit the buttons.

148 smiled excitedly as Assistant pulled out the treat and opened it.

"I'll have to remember to right this down in their diet plan", Assistant remarked as they handed the treat to 148.

They finally made it to the outside gym entrance.

"So what happens now", the intern watched.

"148 is going to run off some steam before we let them rest", the Assistant slid their card to open the doors.

148 ran out and started to investigate things.

Assistant and intern watched them play. They parked their butts on a bench and talked.

After a while, the Assistant glanced at their phone, "oh Doctor wants us to bring 148 back to the lab."

Assistant whistled, and called 148 over to them.

"Doctor wants to see you", Assistant started to walk to the door.

148 sat on the cement and shook their head. No way did they want to go back to the lab.

"Come on 148, you do not get a choice", Assistant stepped back over to them, "come on."

148 frowned, and kept sitting.

"Don't make me call the Doctor", Assistant held up their phone, "they won't be happy to have to come get you."

148 got up and walked farther out into the play yard and laid down.

"Ugh", Assistant sighed, and dialed the Doctor.

The intern couldn't hide their chuckle at the stubborn 148. They listened as Assistant talked to the doctor.

"Okay 148", Assistant started, "what's it going to be? You come in on your own or Doctor calls the guard to get you."

Assistant heard the Doctor ask to be put on speaker.

"Okay you're on speaker."

"148, forgive me, but I forgot to get a urine sample, and I really need that to send out", Doctor stated, "it's about time to come in anyways, I'll make sure you get a reward. Please don't make me call the guard to get you."

148 got up and slowly walked to the door, they looked sadly at Assistant.

"Okay it looks like they are willing to come in", Assistant went to open the door, "they're breaking my heart though."

148 allowed Intern to take the sample, but kept an eye on them.

148 sat in their cage, waiting for dinner to be served. They smiled when the door opened.

It was intern. 148 frowned.

"Don't look at me like that", Intern grinned, "we don't want Doctor and Assistant to think something is up, do we", Intern set 149's food on a nearby table.

148 frowned, they were trapped in their cage, with them free to do whatever. Intern was not a friendly, "please Doctor, Assistant come in", they thought

"Let's make this clear", Intern sauntered over to the cage, "if you make any signs of me abusing you, you will regret it."

148 stared at Intern, they bared their teeth.

"That doesn't scare me. Be happy I have no interest in you, and I will be gone from your case study next month", Intern slammed on the cage, "I just have to deal with an ugly monster like you until then. I just need to intern with doctor for this month to pass."

Intern opened the cage to throw the food in, partially spilling some of it. They slammed the cage door shut and then left.

148 stayed near the back of the cage, shaking in fear. The door opened again, 148's heart sunk.

Assistant walked in and went right to the cage, "I am so sorry."

148 looked at them weirdly.

Assistant opened the cage and started to clean the spilled food, "I saw bruising last week on your back and was concerned. I knew something was up, Doctor had me set up a camera to see what was happening to you."

They handed 148 some of the food that hadn't spilled, "we'll get you taken care of, starting with some food."

The next morning, the Doctor came in, physically upset. They gemtly talked to 148, then started to do their task waiting for Assistant and Intern to come in.

148 rested quietly, happy Doctor was there to keep them safe from intern.

Assistant came in a bit later and greeted Doctor.

"Good morning", the doctor replied, then sighed, "I appreciate you for setting up the camera and watching. I wish thus wasn't the truth."

Assistant started to get ready, "how are going to go around this."

"I have a guard stopping by later, per the Director. I have permission to out them, the Director has seen the video already", Doctor glanced over at 148, "they will be taking later legal action as well as 148 is under government protection."

148 listened to everything going on, they thought maybe they were understanding, but wasn't sure fully what was going on.

Intern came in a little after breakfast.

"Good morning", they started getting ready.

"Intern, could you start going through the records, I'll need to talk with you after I finish this", Doctor stated, "you don't have to worry about 148, Assistant is taking care of them."

"Oh okay", they replied.

After a while, Intern turned and eyed 148 with a smirk. They didn't realize Doctor was watching them.

Thankfully two guards came in soon after.

"Intern, I need to show you something", Doctor called them over.

Intern stepped over, as Doctor turned their computer around.

The video of Intern and 148 started to play. Intern's jaw dropped.

"How did you get this footage?"

"Assistant noticed some bruising on 148's back the other day, I gave them permission to set up a hidden camera to see what was happening", Doctor frowned, "plus 148 clearly doesn't trust you."

Intern glanced over to Assistant, who was standing beside 148's cage.

"How dare you", Intern yelled.

148 cowarded near the back of the cage.

"You were the one bullying 148, so how dare you."

Doctor interrupted, "you do realize 148 is a government protected person, what you did was highly illegal", Doctor had the guards step forward to make the arrest, "you are no longer welcome to intern with me."

"I have to, I won't be able to pass to the next level without you signing off", Intern fought the guards.

"Trust me, I'm doing the future a favor. You won't be allowed to do anything in this field after what you did, and the legal proceedings are about to be involved with. The Director will explain."

148 watched everything unfolding, hoping this would be explained to them in simpler terms for them to understand.

"I'm done with them, Assistant will pack their stuff already. I'll have it down to the Director's office later", Doctor stated.

"You can't do this", Intern yelled again as they were being dragged out.

"We can. You can't abuse government property without repercussions", Assistant spoke up.

Once Intern was finally removed, Assistant and Doctor explained what happened to 148.

148 was just happy that it sounded like they wouldn't see Intern again.

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urlocalwhumper · 2 months

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predator animal hybrid being picked on by a group of prey animal hybrids, knowing that if whumpee ever tries to stand up for themself, the whumpers will scream that they're being attacked and everyone will take their side

#whump #whump prompts #nonhuman whumpee #animal hybrids #discrimination #mine

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whumpshaped · 9 months

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tw separation anxiety, hybrid whumpee

Caretaker just wanted to go to the bathroom. That's all they wanted. Two minutes in private.

Well, Whumpee didn't stop whining and clawing at the bathroom door for a single second. "Caretaker! Caretaker! Please, don't– don't leave me, please!"

"I'm right here," they groaned. "Just give me a minu–"

"Please!" The clawing became more urgent, and Caretaker quickly finished up their own business to open the door before Whumpee could've broken it. As soon as he saw his owner, he scurried back to his bed, curling up and looking at Caretaker with the most miserable puppydog eyes. "Pets?" he asked quietly.

Caretaker sighed, massaging their temples. "Whumpee, you can't keep doing this."

Whumpee kept staring at them, slowly crawling out of the dog bed when it became apparent that Caretaker wasn't going to go closer. "But– but you left... you left me alone..."

"I was right behind the door!" they said in a more frustrated tone than they meant to, causing the poor thing to cower, ears flat against his head, tail curled around his body protectively. "Sorry. I just– I have things to do, you know?"

"Can't I come with you, then? To do the things?"

"Some things I prefer to do alone. And some I have to do alone. What's gonna happen when I go back to work?" Whumpee just stared, uncomprehending. "I'm gonna be gone for hours," Caretaker added as an explanation.

Whumpee's eyes went wide. "What? No! No, please, you can't! You can't leave me! Please!"

"I have to. It's literally not my choice." They crouched down and scratched Whumpee behind the ear. "We need to start training for it, so you'll be able to handle it. We'll start super easy."

"I don't like this," Whumpee muttered. "I really don't. Please. I, I can be very quiet, I won't disturb you at, at work, you won't even notice me–"

"Whumpee, you're constantly pressed against my leg. I have to walk during the job. And there's crowds."

"Then just stay home!" he begged. "Please? I can't do it! Caretaker, please!"

"We'll start slow."

Caretaker took him to the sliding glass door that led to the patio, thinking it'd be fine if Whumpee was able to see them. That assumption proved to be entirely incorrect, and Whumpee started howling as soon as the door was closed.

This was going to be a long, long journey.

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otherworldly-whump · 1 year

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Returning Home

Whumpee finally escapes. Or were they let go? They honestly aren't sure which. All they know is that they finally got everything they wanted, they're free. But something is wrong. It turns out whumper might have been right. The world is just a bit too big for them. It's scary, dangerous... overwhelming. Whumper was right when they warned them outside was actually less safe. Less comfortable. Less kind. Suddenly whumpee isn't sure they want to be free. Maybe whumper is keeping them safe after-all. Before they know it they find themselves back where they'd just escaped, on their knees in front of whumper. Words pour out of their mouth, begging and sharing and emotional dumping, and just pleading, pleading whumper to take them back in, where it's calm and quiet and there's simple rules, with simple results. They'll do anything. They're so so so sorry they left. They're sorry they didn't listen It had just gotten too much, it hurt too much, and they just wanted to stop hurting. They didn't mean to leave, they didn't mean to put themself in danger. They just couldn't handle all the feelings anymore. Please all they're asking for is a little more kindness and they'll stay forever. They'll do anything, anything, whumper wants.

Whumper watches them, cold, expressionless, for almost half an hour. They listen to whumpee plead and sob and cry until their throat is sore and their mouth is dry. And then slowly, they nod. "Welcome home whumpee dear. Of course we can be more gentle, if you finally understand your place. I only ever was correcting you to keep you safe like I told you. If you're finally willing to learn better, it's wonderful to have you home."

That night, for the first time in a long time, whumpee didn't sleep on a floor. They fell asleep on whumper's bed, curled up to their chest, shivering as their touch starved body and affection starved brain curls up tight and close. Not caring that this is the monster that had been torturing them for months. This was their proper owner now afterall. They hadn't been lying. They had been keeping whumpee safe. And the arms around them felt too good. A soft bed. An arm tucked around protectively. A belly full of Chinese takeout. Whumpee doesn't know if they escaped, or were let go. All they know is they're home finally now. They drift to sleep in Whumper's arms. Safe.

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chaotic-orphan · 10 months

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June of Doom, Day Twenty-four:

I think I’m going to be sick : Bleeding out // illness // cold sweat

CW: blood (explicit), violent death (explicit), hybrid change?, hybrid whump, Whumper turned whumpee, caretaker turned whumper, self harm (explicit), forced to hurt themselves (explicit), forced self harm, suicide, possessiveness, possessive caretaker, gore, possessive whumper

General graphic violence warning, esp blood!!

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“You will kill yourself, Caretaker. Here and now, in front of Whumpee so that they learn not to oppose me again. So they learn not to get any ideas,” said Whumper, throwing down the sacrificial knife. It clattered to the floor in front of Caretaker’s feet but Caretaker’s eyes were only focused on Whumpee.

Whumpee on their knees beside Whumper who had an unforgiving hand laced through Whumpee’s hair.

“How do I know you won’t hurt them if I do kill myself like you ask?”

Whumper smiled a cruel smile. “Oh, I’ll hurt them. I’ll hurt them as much as I damn please. They’re disobedient, and defiant— I think they get it from you. So as soon as you’re out of the picture, little Whumpee here won’t fight me as much, isn’t that right, Whumpee?”

Whumpee said nothing. Whumper wrenched Whumpee’s hair up causing Whumpee to let out a grunting squeak of pain before crying: “yes! Yes!”

“See?” Whumper spat. “Even if your presence they’ve forgotten their training.”

Caretaker’s jaw clenched at the mention of Whumpee’s training. Whumpee didn’t need training, they weren’t a dog. They were a human being.

“Seems like beating people into submission doesn’t have a very good compliance rate. Perhaps a gentler touch would be more prudent?”

Whumper laughed at Caretaker’s suggestion. “You think you’re so big, but all I have to do is hurt Whumpee a little and you fold like a bad hand at the poker tables. So do as I say, or I’m going to hurt Whumpee until they can’t speak properly.”

Caretaker’s jaw set and they huffed out a fine, bending down to pick the knife up from the floor. It was a very nice knife. Sleek, sharp, elegant. All things Whumper was not.

“C-Caretaker…” Whumpee whispered and Caretaker’s heart ached. “Please don’t…”

“It’s okay, Whumpee. Just look away okay?”

“Oh no,” said Whumper. “No, no, no. Whumpee’s gonna look the entire time aren’t you Whumpee? You’re going to watch Caretaker die because you’re the reason they’re in this mess aren’t’cha? Caretaker coming in tryna save you because you’re pathetic and only cause pain—“

“Thats not true, Whumpee,” Caretaker interrupted. “I’m here because I want to be here. You didn’t force me to come. My death is not on your hands.”

“Would you hurry up and kill yourself already?” Whumper asked, rolling their eyes. “Nice and slow if you please, draw it out. I want to burn this memory into Whumpee’s fucking retinas.”

Caretaker huffed, and started rolling up their sleeves. “Wrists good enough for you?” Caretaker asked, tone entirely too sweet and fake.

Whumper waved their hand, “dealer’s choice.”

Caretaker swallowed and nodded, pressing the blade to their wrist. The point of the dagger biting into their skin that connected their arm to their hand. They could feel their veins beneath, their blood pumping.

Fuck. Caretaker looked in Whumpee’s eyes, and said: “I’m sorry,” before they cut hard and deep into their wrist and up their arm with a sharp cry.

“Jeez-zus,” Whumper whistled. “You try that before? You’re mighty good at it. Don’t you think Whumpee?”

Whumpee was silent, tears streaming down their face as they were forced to watch Caretaker swap the blade into their wounded hand and repeat the same motion on their other arm.

“Fuck!” Caretaker gasped after the deed was done, dropping the knife as blood started flowing in a gruesome stream down their arms trailing over the deep gashes and down their hands pooling beneath them. The stench of iron burned through Caretaker’s nostrils and tastebuds, thick and rancid.

“You careless little shit,” Whumper laughed, letting go of Whumpee’s hair and stepping closer to Caretaker. They grabbed Caretaker’s arms in their hands and Caretaker cried out. “Those are deep. Deep deep. Holy fuck, Whumpee you wanna look?”

Caretaker’s eyes found Whumpee’s as they felt the blood slowly draining out of their body. Fuck, they could feel it slipping. Their consciousness, as a sheen of cold sweat ran up their spine and stuck to them like a second skin. Whumper let go of Caretaker and Caretaker’s knees buckled. They fell to the ground, their arms resting on their thighs as blood soaked through their jeans.

Caretaker looked at Whumpee and forced a smile and said: “whumpee, look away.”

“No,” Whumpee cried. “No, no, no. Caretaker! I’m sorry. This is all my fault!”

“Whumpee—“ Caretaker ground out in warning as the last of their strength ebbed from them and they sagged in their slumped position. “Look… away…”

Whumper watched with eager eyes as Caretaker’s energy left their body. Watched Whumpee’s realisation slowly dawn on them and saw them scream and relished in it. They walked over to Whumpee and crouched down in front of them, tipping their chin up with their finger, forcing Whumpee to look at them.

“I told you, Whumpee. No one can save you from me. See what happens when you make friends hmm? They can’t help you. No one can. Why?”

Whumpee didn’t answer, so Whumper’s grip tightened on their chin. “Why whumpee?”

“Because I’m yours,” Whumpee whispered. It sounded like a confession to Whumper’s ears, and it physically shattered the kid in front of them. Whumper could have sang from the rooftops at finally, finally having Whumpee all to themselves.

“Damn fucking right you are.”

The moment of bliss ended when there was the sound of bones cracking behind Whumper. Whumper watched Whumpee’s eyes widen in fear, stuck to whatever was happening behind Whumper and Whumper turned.

Caretaker’s bones were crunching. Their body jerking unnaturally and the blood that was still flowing from their wrists was bubbling, steam coming off of the wound. Caretaker’s eyes flew open, panicking and in pain as they reached down to their wrists clawing at the blood at the skin.

Their deafening screams were piercing Whumper’s ears who winced slightly at the deadly sound. Then as suddenly as it started all stopped.

Caretaker stopped screaming.

Stopped writhing.

Stopped bleeding.

Stopped fighting.

Caretaker’s eyes opened again but it wasn’t human eyes that blinked back at Whumper. Nor was it human teeth that showed when Caretaker’s lips twisted up into an unnatural smirk. They raised a hand which now had claws instead of nails and plunged it into their chest. Blood splattered across the ground and hit Whumper’s trousers, staining them red.

“What the fuck is wrong with them Whumpee?” Whumper demanded, some primal fear seizing their throat as they watched Cartaker plunge a second hand into their chest and pull apart their skin covering their ribcage, revealing muscle and tendons and veins that turned black.

“I… I don’t know,” Whumpee whispered, terrified.

A low guttural laughter erupted from Caretaker’s throat as they tore their skin away, shedding it like a snake and got to their feet.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh, oh it’s been too long since you let me out Caretaker, suicide this time?” A voice that wasn’t Caretaker’s spoke through Caretaker’s black lips. A monstrous smiling voice as Caretaker, no, the Beast currently shedded Caretaker’s skin stood taller than Caretaker. The wet shredded skin slapped to the floor and Whumper and Whumpee could only look up and stare at the black beast that now stood before them.

It was huge. Not just tall but wide, with strong leather like skin from which midnight blue fur grew from in places. Their neck was thick, their face still barely human, with a mane of midnight raven hair covering their head. Their legs were thicker than Whumper’s chest with sheer muscle and their hands had turned to black claws.

“Tell me human,” the beast said, dropping their shoulders and hands and arching their back like a limp giant doll and stared into Whumper’s eyes, hot, steamy breath exhaling from their beast like nose. “What year is it?”

Whumper was frozen to the spot, neck stretched as they recoiled back from the beast and stuttered out a shaky answer. “2023,” said Whumper and the Beast hummed in reply. They moved their head up and peering over Whumper’s shoulder saw Whumpee, and their eyes shone with twisted interest.

“Mmmm… the mortal cares for you, little one,” said Beast, pushing Whumper aside and reaching down to touch Whumpee’s face. Whumpee flinched and recoiled but the Beast just cooed in it’s guttural growling way. “Hush child, I won’t hurt you. My mortal would never let me out otherwise. I’m here to save you where they could not.”

“You won’t touch them,” said Whumper, their voice shrill, but the Beast ignored them as they touched Whumpee’s cheek with a surprisingly gentle hand. Their palm was rough and felt like sandpaper but Whumpee found themselves lifting their hand and putting it over the Beast’s. Their chest still rising and falling heavy.

The Beast lifted their hand and grabbed Whumpee’s, lifting it to cover Whumpee’s eyes with their own hand. “Best you don’t see this,” said the Beast and that was all the warning Whumpee got.

They flinched when Whumper screamed. Warm blood splattering across their face and Whumpee turned away from the noise, hiding in their hands as they heard the squelching of something from Whumper’s body. There was the sound of Whumper’s screams, and the sound of flesh being torn through like a sickle through overgrowth. It sounded as if a pack of vicious dog had found their prey and were feasting on it while it still lived.

Eventually the screams stopped and Whumpee felt themselves being picked up. They were cradled to a warm chest that was humming lowly, something rumbling in their chest like a sweet lullaby. The Beast was warm. So warm. Whumpee went to move their hands from their eyes but the Beast growled softly and Whumpee didn’t.

“So curious, little one,” said the Beast. Whumpee could feel the depth of their voice in the Beast’s chest. Suddenly Whumpee felt the Beast’s hands on theirs and heard the Beast say: “close your eyes.”

Whumpee obeyed. Then they felt cloth on their face and they reached up instinctively but the Beast just hushed them again and Whumpee relaxed as the Beast tied a makeshift blindfold around Whumpee’s head.

“You are too curious for your own good. This is something you mortals don’t enjoy seeing. Trust me.”

And bafflingly, Whumpee did trust them. Then the Beast groaned, the sound enveloping Whumpee’s senses now that their sight was gone. “My mortal wants to speak now. Typical. I do the dirty work. They get the glory… agh, they’re a pain,” the Beast grumbled, pressing a hand to Whumpee’s hair and stroking it gently. “I will see you again, little mortal.”

The Beast put Whumpee sitting on the ground. Then the Beast let out a sad howl and the sounds of bones cracking again, and Whumpee knew Caretaker was changing back.

A gentle hand settled on Whumpee’s shoulder. A human hand. Whumpee looked up but saw nothing. They just smelled the blood and the iron in the air. The body beside them starting to stink in the heat.

“Whumpee. Are you okay?” Caretaker asked, their voice hoarse but very soft and gentle. Like they were trying not to spook Whumpee too bad.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Whumpee mumbled. They felt a hand under their armpit helping them to their feet, and then their arm was thrown over Caretaker’s shoulder and they helped Whumpee walk away from the scene of their abuser’s dead body.

“Okay,” said Caretaker after a while. “You can take the blindfold off.”

Whumpee did immediately. They saw Caretaker in the corner of their eye smile as they saw Caretaker’s shitty little car. “Finally. I’m exhausted,” said Caretaker, walking to the passenger side first and opening the door for Whumpee. Whumpee got in on their own accord, their entire body felt like jelly. They looked at the blindfold in their hand and saw it was a sticky and covered in blood.

Whumpee gasped, dropping it and taking down the sun visor and looking in the mirror to see their face covered in blood, with a thick layer over Whumpee’s nose and eyes.

Whumpee reached a sleeve up to wipe it off but before they could Caretaker grabbed their arm and Whumpee turned to see Caretaker smiling at them.

“Umm… could you not? For… for just a minute? It, uh, the beast, likes it. It’s like a perverse sign of ownership.”

Whumpee didn’t know what to do, so they just nodded slightly and lowered their hand. “Right… uh, yeah. Okay.”

It was nighttime anyways so no one would be able to see it as they drove home. Caretaker started the engine and pulled out of the alleyway, a small smile on their face as they got onto the main road.

It didn’t just make the Beast inside them purr and coo like a happy baby. Caretaker quite liked the sight too, but smothered it down a little inside. Primal beastly urges always remained for a while after the Beast had shown it’s face.

Of course, the Beast said, and Caretaker could hear them rolling their eyes. Blame me.

Caretaker just smiled to themselves and drove on.

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