#tw pet whump

[serickswrites]

Lump in my Throat

Warnings: collar, gag, pet whump

"Aren't you just lovely?" The Master said as they circled the Pet, fingers ghosting along the thick leather collar at the Pet's throat.

The Pet swallowed. It was all they could do with the ball gag in their mouth. The Master had shoved that into their mouth when they talked back earlier this morning.

"Things could be this nice if you would let them, my Pet," the Master said as they wrapped their arms around the Pet and inhaled. "You could be so well cared for, my Pet. Better than most. You just have to let me."

The Pet would rather die than let the Master care for them. But they didn't have a choice. All they could do is sit there while the Master cooed and touched them.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw collar #tw gag #tw pet whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 17 #“you're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest” #prompt: collar #queue

[shywhumpauthor]

“Gentle” Pet Whump

“Whump” isn’t really the right word for what I’m referencing but I can’t think of anything else.

I want a Whumper who bought their Whumpee because they just wanted a companion. Someone else in the house, someone to help with the chores, someone they can just chill and watch a movie with, someone to sit at the table with them while they eat.

All the centered stories I see with tropes kinda like this are always recovery centered, like a second hand pet bought from some shady dealer who is insanely traumatized both physically and mentally. And their owner is always like some sort of radical caretaker, encouraging them to find their humanity again and whatnot.

They still have to be a Whumper, but they don’t have to be *bad*. Just let both them and Whumpee be content with their dynamics.

Whumpee has to wear a collar, but Whumper doesn’t care that much if they have it off in the house—just be sure to have it on whenever they go out or have company over.

The rules aren’t strict, and neither are the consequences if they break them, but there’s still repercussions. They break something? Just a slap on the wrist, a warning or whatever. They enter a room they were told not to? Go to the corner, you can bring a rug over to kneel on, just stay there until Whumper says they can move. Dinner isn’t done by the time Whumper gets home from work? Well then, they can have the leftovers tomorrow morning, but tonight they don’t get to eat. If they don’t finish their chores in time, or if they forget to switch the laundry from the wash to the drier, they might earn themself a slap and a yelling at, but Whumper will move off it quickly and make up for it with a cup of hot cocoa after Whumpee finishes their task.

Whumpee gets a crate, of course, but Whumper doesn’t really lock it anymore. Sometimes Whumpee will sleep on a little cushioned mat in the corner of Whumper’s room, sometimes on the couch in the living room, sometimes curled in Whumper’s bed tucked under the warm covers. They’re allowed on the couch, or they can kneel by the coffee table, whatever.

Whumper doesn’t have a dungeon in their basement. They don’t have a collection of terribly sharp knives or beaded whips or spiked restraints. They have the shock collar they were given with Whumpee’s purchase, and the cuffs, but those were both tucked away in a box somewhere in the attic. Whumper never even bothered to put batteries into the remote.

Just give me casual pet/owner dynamics. Not all pet owners have to be cookie cutter whumpers of caretakers. Have them border that line, away to either side but never quite cross it.

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whump thoughts #its me coal #coal wrote something #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #pet whump #pet whumpee #tw pet whump #creepy whumper #captured whumpee #captivity whump #intimate whumper #writing prompt #whump drabble #kidnapped whumpee #abused whumpee #whump ideas #whump idea #writing prompts #writing ideas #prompt #prompts #whump blog #whump trope

[whumpdrivethru]

Hello again! Can I get a Parting Words Regret trope, where Whumpee and Caretaker got into a bad fight, and Whumpee storms off, only to be kidnapped and is never seen again? I would also like some extra guilt on Caretaker's side, please!

-- @whumperofworlds

Thank you for choosing the whump drive through, enjoy your order!

Warnings: kidnapping, whipping, pet whump, self destructive behaviour

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"I never wanna see you again!"

Caretaker didn't realize how much of a lie that would be.

Whumpee stomped off without saying anything, holding up a middle finger. And then they weren't seen again.

It'd be an understatement to say Caretaker was stressed. They'd lost countless hours of sleep over it, filed a police report, some friends sent messages asking about meals. They got ignored.

At this point there was close to nothing they wouldn't do just to see Whumpee again.

Whumpee on the other hand was in a similar boat. All they wanted was to see their friend again.

"C'mon Whumpee, time for today's walk," Whumper said, walking into the room with a leash. Whumpee didn't move. They didn't feel like moving.

"On-nly if-"

CRACK

Whumpee screamed as they got whipped with the leash, Whumper kneeling down and securing it to their collar, hoisting them up in a way that made it hard to breathe.

"I said time for a walk. You don't get to make demands here."

Whumpee sobbed, being tugged along through the halls of Whumper's massively luxurious house.

They stopped at an outdoor lounge on a balcony, Whumper sitting and having conversation over tea with a friend while Whumpee was forced to kneel next to their chair until they were done. Whumpee leaned towards the railings of the balcony, watching the people below.

They were yanked away from the railing to be put back in their room for getting too close to the edge while Caretaker shook their head.

Their friends were right, they needed some sleep. There was no way Whumpee had just been looking down at them from a balcony at Best Friend's house.

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You have been served by Anath! :]

#anath #whumpdrivethru #tw kidnapping #tw pet whump #tw self destructive behavior #tw whipping #parting words regret #answered asks #whump #whump prompts #whump scenarios #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #whump blog

[just-a-whumping-birb]

A New Nightmare

First Bitten Masterpost

Oliver wakes up to find himself stuck in a dirty, cramped cell. What had happened to get him into this mess? And who was the unsettling stranger that had captured him?

TWs: Violence/ threats of violence, choking, imprisonment, pet whump, hypnosis, blood

Oliver awakened in darkness, dazed and confused. He was certain of his wakefulness, given that the handcuffs around his wrists bit into his skin with a chilling cold. That didn’t happen in dreams, or even nightmares. No, Oliver was awake and he was scared. The last thing he remembers is his friend passing out while walking home from that club, then that strange man... Before Oliver could finish his thought, a door creaked open and dim light flooded the room. His accommodations were revealed to be a dank cell with stone walls, a cot in one corner and a dilapidated chair on which he sat, hands cuffed behind him.

Standing in the doorway was that stranger, an absolutely evil smirk on his face. Oliver watches him saunter in with an unreadable expression, unsure how to react. He loomed above Oliver, looking down at the young man with such smugness…

“Welcome home, pup~” Grayson said with a sickly-sweet lilt.

Oliver looked up at the white-haired man, eyes shifting from fearful… to something just short of anger.

“What, precisely, do you think you are doing? And who even are you?!”

“‘What am I doing?’” Grayson chuckles. “I’m welcoming you to your new home. Is that wrong?”

“This is not my home!” Oliver bites out.

“Not your home? But of course it is! This is your very own room, humbly furnished by yours truly~ As to my name…” The man thinks on this for a moment before smiling again. “It’s Grayson. But soon, it will be ‘Master’ to you~”

Now that he’s more aware of his situation, Oliver glares daggers at Grayson, green eyes sharp.

“You will let me go. Now. And what did you do to my friend? Where is he?!”

Grayson’s simpering smile becomes an ugly scowl, his voice dropping to a growl as he grabs Oliver by the throat and shoves him against the stone wall with a crack.

“You won’t speak to your owner like that, pup. Do that again and there will be harsher consequences.”

Oliver gasps as his throat is suddenly constricted, a strangled cry passing from his lips when he’s shoved into the wall.

“Ngh—!* Y-you…! Let go—! *Agh! Let go!”

Grayson does no such thing. Instead, the man squeezes harder, mouth coming close to the other’s ear as he whispers with pure venom.

“Beg.”

Though his vision begins to blacken at the edges due to lack of oxygen, Oliver manages to choke out a few words.

“P-pl-ease—! Ple—ease!”

A few seconds more, and the young man is released, his breathing ragged as he tries to suck in as much air as possible. Grayson watches, that same ugly look on his face.

“Pathetic. And I was hoping you’d be more compliant. It seems I misjudged you, Oliver.”

It’s several moments before he has the strength to speak, but Oliver eventually does.

“H-how…? How do y-you know my… my name?”

“How do I know your name?” Grayson chuckles, huffing out a laugh. “Why, that’s simple; *you told me~”

Oliver flinches.

“I-I didn’t! I don’t even… I don’t even remember much after you…,”

Before he could finish, Oliver is blindsided by a hand firmly grasping his hair and pulling. He shrieks, nowhere near accustomed to being manhandled so harshly.

“Silly, silly pup. You will put your past behind you, for you are mine from now on~ And remembering such useless information will result in punishment. This is your first strike. How many shall we make it before I cut off a finger, hm? I do like to keep my toys intact, but I won’t suffer such disrespect.”

Much to Oliver’s dismay, he finds himself nodding, just wanting the pain to stop. Although those hands tug and grasp at his hair for several more seconds, Grayson eventually releases the other’s mousy locks.

“Was that so hard? Did it hurt to listen, pup? No, so long as you listen, you’ll be just fine…”

Oliver remains silent, looking away from his tormentor. Tears streak down his cheeks, and Grayson gently wipes them away, much to Oliver’s surprise.

“Shhh… Look at me.”

Although he doesn’t want to, there isn’t much of a choice as Grayson tilts his head up. Green eyes gaze into gold as the man speaks with a voice softer than cotton.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Oliver. But I will if you don’t listen.”

Again, silence. Irritated, Grayson’s sharp nails bite into the other’s chin as his eyes sharpen.

“Tell me you’ll be good.”

Oliver cringes as thin streams of blood run down his chin, as Grayson coos threats at him.

“If you don’t comply, I’ll make you. And you don’t want it to come to that.”

He’s shivering now, torn between agreeing to listen and staying defiant. Unfortunately, his pause was too long for Grayson.

“Force it is, then.”

Preparing himself for the worst, Oliver’s body tenses up… before melting into pure relaxation. Grayson’s eyes were puddles of molten gold, shifting to create metallic patterns that disappeared far too quickly. He couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away… They were just too beautiful. He found his jaw becoming slack, but that was fine. Why couldn’t he relax before, anyway?

Grayson’s smile is positively wicked as he watches Oliver fall under his sway. He’d surely listen now…

“Oh, Oliver… Your eyes look so much nicer in gold.”

The young man nods, face blank and eyes shimmering.

“You’ll be good for me now, won’t you? I can do this as many times as I need to before you remain a good little puppy. Until then, why don’t we start your… induction.”

#Birb writes #OCs #OC: Oliver #OC: Grayson #whump #vampire #whumper #whumpee #tw violence #tw threats of violence #tw blood #tw imprison #tw hypnosis #tw choking #tw pet whump

[labelleizzy]

I hope, towards the end, that there will be someone who will be as gentle with me, as loving as me as patient as me, as I am trying to be as my one and only kitty starts to approach the end of her life.

I hope there will be somebody with whom I can demand love and attention and food. With whom I can snuggle. Who will comfort me.

I do this because she deserves that. And because it's good for me also? And I'm just trying my best to manage the fact that my heart will break when she dies cuz I love her so much. I have raised her from a kitten.

She's taught me to be gentle. She's taught me to be patient. She's taught me how to hold my boundaries because she does. She's taught me how to forgive accidents and mistakes. She's taught me how to be spunky.

She's this little 9 lb calico. And she's helped me realize that you have to ask, very clearly, for what you want, in order to get it.

She's not my only teacher, but she is incredibly persistent in trying to drive the point home.

She is 19 years old. 19 and 1/2 now. I would have said I was grown up when I met her, but I wasn't whole.

Her name is Tribble, and when I got her I could hold her in one hand, she didn't overflow it. She's sleeping on my lap a lot the last couple of months, and she's also not grooming her fur anymore.

It's only a matter of time. Though I have been in denial for a really long time, and have been thinking maybe she'll live forever? Maybe we will be able to cheat. Not going to say that whole phrase because it feels like a jinx.

But everyone that's born, lives, and then dies. And I may be crying all down my face just thinking about it cuz she's got my heart string wrapped around her little paw and her bossy little meow and headbonks

I'm just having a personally rough day today, about it.

Here's a couple pictures I took earlier today and this week. This is my best girl.

#personal #izzy writes #Tribble the cat #you're a kitty! #grief and mourning #tw pet whump #thanks for reading

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Dialogue prompts for female whumper and male whumpee? NSFT/W please?

(TW: dirty talk, explicit dialogue, implied gagging, implied torture, multiple whumpers, blood, manipulation, gaslighting)

"Awh, my pretty boy just can't do anything right can he? I believe I told him, not to fucking cum.. so now he's getting punished."

"So big and strong, just to get turned into my living dildo... It's almost a shame you let it happen like this."

"On your back, spread your legs, you haven't earned your Mistress' warmth tonight."

"Don't hold your breath, pet, you'll tense too much for me to push it inside you."

"Oh I know you're close, but if you cum now I'll tie that little cock up and you won't get to cum for the rest of the week.."

"If you don't want it stepped on, you'll work a little faster at getting hard."

"You're lying Whumpee, but your body is pretty honest with me. You might be scared but you're still rock hard."

"You can't stop drooling now, can you? That toy is vibrating so hard I can still hear it rattling inside you.."

"If I let you out of that cage, you'd better crawl over here and let me grind against that pretty face.."

"I thought you'd try to fight but you've missed me, haven't you? Get on your knees and prove it, pet and I'll indulge you."

"P-Please Mistress... I n-need to cum.." "Oh do you? I don't think you've earned it."

"C-Can I ride it now Mistress? P-Please, I want to move.." "You'd better keep that position, this is a punishment after all."

"N-Not there... I-I've never-... N-Not inside..." "You? A virgin? Surely you can't be serious Whumpee... If you're good though, I'll be gentle on the off chance you are."

"Look at you, so hard you're dripping all over the floor..." "I'm sorry..!" "You'll be really sorry if you let yourself cum from your punishment. How many lashes were we on, pet? I'm afraid I've lost count."

"You made the mess, now clean it up." "You'd better lick every drop of cum off my floor or you're getting the whip."

"N-No! Whumpee c-can't be fucked by anyone but M-Mistress!" Whumper #1: "Who do you think let us in here with you, slut?" Whumper #2: "Your Mistress said we could play with you as much as we want." Whumpee: "N-No! She wouldn't do that! W-Whumpee's body is only for h-her!"

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #intimate whumper #female whumper #nsfwhump #tw noncon #tw threatening #tw pet whump #tw blood #tw insults #tw gagging #tw dirty talk #tw female whumper #tw forced submission

[befuddled-calico-whump]

for your consideration:

Nonhuman/magical creature whumpees kept in a "petting zoo"

-The whumper may be the "zookeeper", charging visitors to come gawk, and poke, and pet their captives

-maybe there are multiple whumpers: a few employees along with some regulars

-the caretaker could be a medic brought into the staff. A security guard. A new "keeper" who doesn't grasp the gravity until they start their first day. Even just a random patron

-or maybe they're a captive themselves, doing their best to look out for their fellow "exhibits"

#and are the whumpees allowed to interact or are they kept in separate enclosures? #can they talk to each other? #do they have to find subtle ways to communicate and check in? little secret messages and coded actions? #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #pet whump #tw pet whump #multiple whumpers #multiple whumpees #nonhuman whumpee

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2023

Day three: Muzzled

Ratty (they/them)

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #febuwhumpday3 #whump art #muzzled #febuwhump muzzled #pet whump #nonbinary whumpee #whump #tw muzzle #breezy’s art #rats race #breezy’s post #ratty #breezy’s oc’s #tw pet whump

[mothmxwhump]

Art dump ig cw for mild gore, insects (moth) bruises, and uhhh discolored blood?

#pet whump #whump #captivity whump #collared prince #tarron #whump art #art #tw pet whump #whumpee

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

i'm confused, what's codependent breek????

So you can scroll through the tag on my blog but it’s basically an au that @razzle-zazzle and I have brainstormed together where

1) Creek and Branch are coincidentally captured by some science guys who use them for deeply unethical experimentation

2) They escape together after trauma bonding to hell and back. Hence the codependency

3) There’s some really crazy power dynamics here. Branch wears a collar made of Creek’s shed hairs. Creek pretends that he only likes Branch bc he’ll obey him. Secretly he actually does Care. It’s fucked up all around

4) JD finds them but has to retreat and come back with Poppy and Co. Floyd beats Creek with his cane

#kat answers #anon #trolls #dw trolls #codependent breek #tw dehumanization #tw experimentation #tw pet whump

[serickswrites]

The Yule Goat

Warnings: pet whump, collar, branding, burns, conditioning, cruel whumper

"Kneel," the Master ordered as they stood in front of the Pet.

The Pet quickly dropped to their knees. It had only taken getting slapped a few times for them to realize if they didn't do as the Master ordered, there would be pain. "Yes, Master. Anything you say, Master," the Pet added hurriedly, trying to remember everything the Master wanted to hear.

"Good. You learn fast, my Pet," the Master reached down to stroke the Pet's hair.

"Thank you Master. You are too kind, Master." The Pet leaned into the Master's touch.

"I think I will keep you, my Pet. I wasn't sure at first, but you learned. And you are just so lovely to look at," the Master fisted the Pet's hair, bending the Pet's head back so they could stare into the Pet's eyes.

The Pet struggled to contain their cry. They struggled to remain pliable in the Master's grasp. But they did not struggle to avoid the Master's gaze. That had been one of their more painful lessons. The burn on their side was still painful from where the Master had slapped them with the hot fire poker.

"Don't move, my Pet," the Master said as they released the Pet's hair. "I have something for you."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." The Pet held themself as still as possible as the Master circled them.

The Master placed something around their neck. "A beautiful collar, for my beautiful Pet." The collar was tight, but not too tight. It was heavy and felt thick. "The gemstones match your beautiful eyes, pet."

"Thank you, Master, you are far too kind, Master." The Pet tried to keep their eyes wide open to disguise the tears that filled their eyes. They were collared. How could this have happened? How will they ever be free?

"Oh, I'm not done yet, pet. I have one more thing for you."

"Thank you, Master. You are--"

But the Pet couldn't finish. The words died on their tongue as a scream wrenched from their throat. The Master pressed a burning hot branding iron to the side of the Pet's neck. "Hold very still, pet, I would hate to have to do this again."

The Pet screamed and wailed as their flesh blistered and burned. The world became a blur as waves of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed them. The Master's strong arms kept the Pet upright. "This is so lovely, Pet. Now everyone will know you belong to me. Forever."

"Y-Y-Yes, M-M-Master," the Pet whispered as they struggled to keep awake. "Th-Th-Thank you, M-M-Master."

The Pet's tenuous grip on consciousness began to fade as the Master removed the branding iron from their neck. They slumped against the Master. The Master's strong arms wrapped around them as their world grew dark. "Sleep, my Pet. Rest. You and I will resume your training once you wake."

The Master's voice was distant. The Pet knew they should respond. Knew they should thank the Master. But they couldn't speak through the heavy darkness that consumed them. They only hoped the Master would take mercy on them once they woke.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw pet whump #tw collar #tw branding #tw burns #tw conditioning #cruel whumper #winter whumperland #winter whumperland 2023 #amow winter whumperland 2023 #day 9 #day 10 #day 11 #prompt: collar #prompt: conditioning #prompt: branding #queue

[shywhumpauthor]

cw: mouth whump, muzzle, restraints, noncon touching

“Shhh, quiet now,” Whumper cooed, their tone eerily gentle as they carded their hand through Whumpee’s hair. “You’re okay, darling. You’re okay..”

Whumpee let out a small whine, hot tears slipping down their flushed cheeks and disappearing behind the wires of the muzzle. The metal frame dug uncomfortably into the underside of their jaw, the straps pulled much too tightly around the back of their head. With each movement, the fastened buckles ripped out strands of their hair.

Whumper just chuckled at their pain, their nails scratching lightly against Whumpee’s scalp.

“Isn’t this nice, sweet thing?” They sighed contently, the corners of their eyes crinkling as they smiled down at Whumpee. Their grin only widened as they reached their other hand forwards, wiping away a droplet of blood as it trailed down Whumpee’s throat. “No cursing, no back talk… we should have done this months ago.”

Whumpee’s teary gaze hardened into a glare as their jaw instinctively clenched, only for them to cry out a moment later as the spiked bit pierced into the roof of their mouth.

Whumper only laughed as they watched a fresh trickle of bloody saliva spill from Whumpee’s lips, reaching forwards to pat them on the head.

“Who knew it would only take a few pins to keep you quiet..”

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whumper #whumpee #mouth whump #its me coal #coal wrote something #whump prompts #whump prompt #tw torture #tw noncon touching #tw muzzle #tw pet whump #pet whump #pet whumpee #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #writing prompt #torture #whump drabble #captivity whump #abused whumpee

[montammil]

what does inhuman au marshall eat? and how does lawrence treat him? :0?? sorry if you've answered these b4!

I imagine inhuman au Marshall would be very omnivorous with lots of fish and smaller animals in his diet, along with various berries and mushrooms.

Lawrence treats him still like a son, but the way you’d treat your pet as your child. It wouldn’t be your typical pet whump, since Lawrence would still see himself as a father to Marshall, but he would still put a fancy collar on him and make him sleep on a big dog bed.

Some other things I can picture Lawrence doing is playing with Marshall with cat/dog toys, muzzling him when he tries biting, giving him treats for good behavior, spraying him with water when he’s bad, and trimming his claws often.

#answered ask #tw pet whump #lawrence oc #marshall oc

[just-a-whumping-birb]

First Bitten Masterpost

A New Nightmare (Pt. 2)

Oliver awakens once again in his cell, not having remembered much of what Grayson had done. Fortunately, the vampire returns to remind him :)

TWs: Imprisonment, pet whump, hypnosis, memory loss

Oliver awoke from sleep with a jolt, the dampness of his cell eliciting a shiver. It took a few moments before he could open his eyes and get his bearings, but when he did…

“It wasn’t a nightmare, then,” Oliver murmured to himself, fear beginning to take root even further. This was very real, and Grayson not being there only made things worse, somehow. Trying to think back on what happened when he first woke up in this hellish place, the young man noticed a gap in his memories. When did…? The sound of metal clanging brings Oliver’s thoughts to a screeching halt, his eyes widening in fear. He was back…

Grayson walked up to his cell with a sure gait and easy smile, a far cry from his earlier ruthlessness.

“Good morning, pet~ I trust you slept well?”

Oliver leveled Grayson with a withering glare.

“Oh, definitely. I slept great,” he spits out sarcastically.

Grayson’s smile falls. “Young don’t like my hospitality, hm? A shame, because you will be in there for quite a while~”

“What?!” the young man sputters, unable to imagine remaining in this cell for much longer.

“Mhm,” Grayson hums, his smirk returning, “all you needed to do was be good. But you forced my hand, Oliver.”

“Forced your hand…?”

“Ah, you don’t remember, do you? Allow me to… refresh your memory~”

Grayson walks up to the cage bars, his voice resonating through the room.

“Come here.”

Oliver would have spat back another comment. He would have stared at the monster before him with so much hatred. Instead, he felt himself stand, walking straight to the bars of his cage. The look on his face was one of horror, realizing what he had just done.

Grayson smirks, golden eyes filled with satisfaction.

“What did you do to me?!” Oliver’s voice was shrill, pure horror causing it to shake.

“What did I do? Oh, nothing much~ You are simply bound to me in a very special way, now. After all, you didn’t listen to me the first time. So, I took necessary precautions.”

For once, Oliver was silent, processing Grayson’s words. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost a whisper, that tremor still present.

“What… what are you…?”

The monster smiled.

“So much more than you think, pet.”

The look on his prey’s face truly was priceless; Grayson wished he could drink in his terror for longer, but he had more preparations to make. It was time to put his pet to sleep once again

“But for now, I would prefer it if you didn’t think at all.”

At those words, Oliver’s face went completely blank, every thought fleeing from his mind, body crumpling to the floor. Grayson chuckled to himself as he left the young human prone, looking forward to the next visit when his training could finally begin.

#birb’s ocs #human whumpee #oc: grayson #oc: oliver #vampire #vampire whumper #tw imprisonment #tw pet whump #tw hypnosis #tw memory loss

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Training

TWs: pet whump, dehumanization, shock collars, panic attacks. sorry it took so long<3

@cupcakes-and-pain @maracujatangerine

I jerked awake, trying to yank the collar off as it shot pain through my neck, burning and fierce. It stopped just as fast as it started, and I whimpered as my eyes focused on Seren, standing in front of me. I wheezed, trying to recover my breath, but the muzzle made it extremely hard to do.

“Finally. We have stuff to do today, puppy, so let’s get right in. I have a special training room set up just for you, so get up.” Seren snapped, opening the kennel door and yanking me up by the collar around my neck. I flinched back, trying to get away, shaking.

That- she said the collar wasn’t gonna hurt, didn’t she? She said she wouldn’t hurt me, why- I wanna go home, I want Detective or the heroes, they would stop this, they wouldn’t hurt me, they wouldn’t- I shrieked when the collar lit up again, burning and hot and painful. I crumpled to the floor, trying and failing to breathe through the stupid muzzle. It hurts, and I can’t breathe and I’m tired and I just wanna go home, please, I just wanna leave, it hurts and I’m scared and I’ll be good, please just let me go home, please please please-

“Jesus christ, it was just one shock, calm down. It wasn’t even that bad.” Seren said as she undid the muzzle and pulled it away. I gasped, trying to get as much air in my lungs as I could.

She yanked me to my feet again, keeping a hold on the collar this time. I tried to keep up, even though my head was still spinning and it felt like I wasn’t getting enough oxygen even with the muzzle off. I followed her as she led me out of the kennels and down towards the large room I first saw Hunter in. No one was inside, and she didn’t slow down as she tugged me across to another door. She only let go of my collar to scan her badge to open the door, then held the leash with both hands. We were in another hallway, but I focused on trying not to panic and keep my breathing steady. She abruptly stopped at a heavy metal door with a deadbolt on it. I stepped back, not liking how the deadbolt was on the wrong side of the door, but Seren yanked me into the room before I could spiral any further. She kept going, ignoring me as I stumbled, and led me into the very back corner. There’s a dog cage, dog bed, and a chain all set against the wall. I clamped my jaw shut, trying not to whimper. She roughly disconnected the leash, clipping the chain in its place. 

“You really need to calm down. Getting panicky over one tiny shock isn’t goin’ to help you any. Literally all you need to do is listen and obey, puppy, that’s it. I need to grab your food and water bowls, and some treats, alright? You’d better be all calmed down before I get back.” She warned, before whirling around and walking back out with the same fast pace she had since she woke me up. I tried to say something, but my throat closed up and I shrunk back into the wall.

I’m so scared, and I just want Detective to get me already. I just wanna go home and hide in my blankets and get the stupid damn collar off, and not be hurt or called “puppy” or “mutt” or anything, why did I have to be here? I didn’t do anything, I always stayed with Detective and I never went after villains or heroes or anyone, I’ve never done anything, why am I the one getting hurt? I just wanna go home and hide in my blanket nest with Detective nearby like before, please… 

I sniffled, glancing around the rest of the room. There was a shelf with hooks underneath that had a wire muzzle and another harness to the left of the door. Next to it, farther from the door, was a large wooden cabinet which was a dark grey. Lots of things are dark grey in this place, which is weird. Makes everything dark and gloomy, and I don’t like it. There’s a box of dog toys near the right wall, and I frown at it. I hate being treated like a dog, I’m not an animal. It makes me feel sick and scared and stupid, and I wanna yell at them to stop but everyone else is stronger than me and I don’t wanna get hurt any more. Detective woulda noticed I’m gone by now, so he’ll be looking for me, right? Or the heroes, they would notice I’m gone and look for me, but why haven’t they come yet then? The heroes and Detetive always work together to find people, and they’re doing the same for me… Right?

I bit my lip, shaking my head. They have to come for me, they wouldn’t ever leave me here. I glanced down at the chain connected to my collar, fiddling with the latch part. It had a normal latch part, but it just wouldn’t move or do anything. I huffed, before rubbing at my face and plopping down to the floor. I sat with my legs crossed, rocking back and forth idly while looking closer at the dog cage. It had a thin pink blanket on the inside, but on the top of the cage there was a black blanket, covering the entire thing except for the door. It looked like it was for really big dogs, but I dunno if I wanna ever go in there, cuz it has a padlock on the door, and I hate being locked in things. I always feel like I’m back in the freezer again, and it scares me so much and makes me wanna cry or scream. The dog bed is one of the soft, fluffy ones that pet stores always have, and it looks like it would be nice to lay in if I wasn’t being treated like a stupid little dog. I huff again, before clicking my tongue just for some noise. The only thing I can hear is the buzz of the lights and my breathing, and that feels way too quiet. I keep rocking back and forth, but I speed up cuz it feels like I have electricity in my veins and I can’t roll around or spin so I haveta settle for rocking. It’s fun, though, and I don’t feel really, really panicky anymore.

“Oh? Good boy, puppy. You’re such a good boy, being quiet and calm, aren’t you? Does the good boy want a treat? Yeah, you want a treat, boy?” Seren called, and I jerked up to stare at her. 

“I- I’m not a dog!” I snapped, trying to ignore how shaky and quiet I was.

“Now now, puppy, I know this is a big change for you, so I’ll let that slide just this once. I know you have trouble learning new things, so I’ll be nice, okay? We have all the time in the world for you to learn your place, after all.” 

“That- Hey! I’m not, I’m not a stupid dog. I don’t- what do you even mean by ‘learning my place’? You can’t, you can’t treat me like this, it isn’t-”

“Nope, stopping you right there. I can treat you however I like, because there is no one to stop me, and if I say you’re a dog, then You. Are. A. Dog. I am your trainer, and you will obey everything I say. You aren’t a person, you aren’t important, you do not get to make demands. My word is law, and if you don’t treat it as such, then I’m taking away your speaking privileges, because a mutt like you sure as hell doesn’t need to talk to obey. Do you understand me?” Seren spat, stalking over angrily, glaring at me. 

“I- wait, please, I didn’t- I just-”

“Do. You. Understand. Me.” She snarled, and I shrunk down, shoving into the wall. 

I nodded my head rapidly, turning my head away and staring at her boots. She stood over me, before crouching down and grabbing my jaw, forcing me to make eye contact. I stared at the wall behind her instead.

“Hm. We need to curb that backtalk, don’t we? Well, I guess it’s not entirely your fault, puppy. I knew you were stupid, but I guess I have to state things extra clearly just for you, huh? That’s my fault, I suppose. But you do need to be punished, so we’re goin’ to get a special little collar for you, puppy. And you did so good before you opened your mouth, too.” 

I clamped my jaw shut, desperate not to anger her further. Seren walked over to the shelf to grab the extra collar, which looked like one of those bark collars people use to shut their dogs up. I flinched as she brought it closer, trying to cover my neck with my arms.

“Wait, wait, wait, I didn’t, please, I don’t- I’m sorry, please, I’ll be quiet, please, I- wait, Seren-” 

“No, you were a bad dog. Bad dogs need to get punished. And it’s Mistress to you, mutt. Don’t make me shock you again.” She stated, wrapping the bark collar just above the first. 

I tried to grab her hands, but she just shoved them to the side and wrapped the collar super tight until I stopped. She moved the spikes to the side of my neck, pulling it until they dug painfully into my neck. She clicked the collar closed, then tugged at it lightly. After making sure it wasn’t too loose she sat back, crouching in front of me.

“There we go. I need to order a custom collar now, you know that? I don’t fancy needing two collars just to keep you quiet. Whatever. Let’s just continue with your training, okay, puppy? We can start with ‘place’, that should be easy enough for you. Alright boy, go place!” 

Seren snapped her fingers and pointed at the dog bed, backing up a couple of steps. I frowned, not moving from my spot. She sighed, before repeating the command. I chewed on my cheek and glared at the floor near her feet. 

“Okay. Maybe ‘place’ is a little too hard for you right now. Is that it? You’re just a stupid little puppy, aren’t you? My poor, dumb puppy, you must be so confused. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, pup. We can work on ‘sit’, ‘stay’, and ‘come’ until you understand.” Seren said, reaching back to grab the bag of chocolates. 

“I’m-” I choked on air as the collar went off, slamming my head against the wall when I jerked back. I yanked on the bark collar, trying to pull it off. Seren watched, before laughing and shaking her head. I bit my lip, nearly drawing blood and tried not to make any more sounds. I felt my face heating up in humiliation, and glared at Seren. She just raised her eyebrow at me. 

“That must’ve hurt, puppy. Now, come here, boy. Come.” Seren patted her thigh, shaking the bag of chocolates at me. I hesitated for a minute, then slowly got up and walked towards her, the chain pulling taut. 

“There we go, good boy! That wasn’t too hard, was it? Here’s your treat, puppy.” Seren praised, holding out the chocolate for me. I tried to grab it with my hands, but she pulled back. “Uh-Uh, nope. Dogs eat with their mouths, puppy, I thought you knew that. Open up, boy.”

I glared at her, but eventually opened my mouth and she dropped it in. The flavor helps make me feel better, but I also kinda hate it now that I haveta act like a dog to get it. 

“Atta boy, puppy! Sit, boy, sit. Okay, on your knees, back straight. There you go, good boy, good puppy.” Seren dropped another treat, and it didn’t taste as good as before. I stared at the floor while she continued to praise me, and I ignored the urge to scratch at my arms, and started wringing my hands instead. 

“Wait, I can’t just keep calling you ‘puppy’. You need an actual name, but I don’t think Ghost fits. Hmmm, maybe…” Hey, Ghost is the best name! And you can’t just change my name anyways, I’m still a person, you’re just a weird, mean creep. 

“How about Arlo? It’s one of those ditzy names, so it’ll suit you fine. Yeah, Arlo it is.” She walked over to the side, then patted her thighs again. “Arlo, come! Here boy!”

I bristled, and decided to glare at my lap instead. She repeated the command a couple more times, before sighing and muttering something to herself. Suddenly, my collar lit up, burning my throat and I yelped, setting off the bark collar too. I screeched again, before biting my cheeks to keep myself quiet. Tears blurred my vision as I sat hunched over, trying not to make anymore sounds as the pain faded. 

“That’s what happens when you disobey, puppy. Come here, Arlo, come.” Seren held the remote, ready to press the button again. I blinked back tears and moved towards her. She dropped the chocolate on the floor this time, and I stared at it, trying to figure out what she was doing. 

“Go on, eat it. You wanted a treat, did you not? Eat. It.”

I just stared, before realizing what she meant and felt humiliation and dread rip through my body, coiling in my chest. I took a step back, shaking my head. Seren just sighed, and held the remote up again. I flinched and ground my teeth together, waiting for the burning pain, snapping my eyes shut so tears wouldn’t escape. 

“Who the hell is calling me now?! Fine. Arlo, sit!” Seren snapped, yanking out her ringing phone and answering it before I registered what she said. I dropped down so she wouldn’t change her mind about using the remote while on a call. 

“I’m busy, what do you want?... What do you- How in the fresh hell does that happen? Fine, I’m on my way just give me a minute. Just started training a new dog.” She yanked me up by my arm, pulling me towards the dog cage, and unlatched the chain with a weird motion I didn’t get to memorize before she shoved me down to the floor in front of the cage. She undid the padlock, and motioned towards the cage.

“Get in your cage, Arlo. Now.” I flinched away from the door, but she just growled wordlessly to herself. “I said, Get. In. If I have to force you in there, I’m goin’ to shock you until you pass out, get. in. there.” 

I held back a whimper at her anger, before slowly crawling in the cage. It was cramped and I couldn’t keep my back straight or my head up. I wriggled to turn around, barely managing it. Seren slammed the door and padlocked it, before dropping the rest of the blanket over the door, leaving me in the dark. I felt my breathing stutter, and scrunched my eyes closed to try and ignore how much this felt like the freezer. I felt tears leak down my face, and wrapped my arms around myself. I feel like I’m back in the freezer, but the only difference is that it’s actually warm in here. I really, really want Detective now, why hasn’t he gotten me already? …He hasn’t left me here, has he? I dug my nails into my arms, trying to ignore the fear crawling around my heart. Detective will get me. He always does…

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MAY 7TH “RELAX”

Comfort | Branded | Trembling || @themerrywhumpofmay​ 

(TCW: branding, burning, dehumanization, slight depiction of physical shock, pet whump, comforting whumper, broken whumpee, implied stockholm-syndrome)

“Shh, it’s over.” Whumper soothed, Whumpee laying across their lap and shaking against their legs. 

Whumpee wore cold trails of tears down their cheeks, shoulders rattling and hips spasming with phantom aches even after their wound had bubbled over. 

“You did good,  I’m surprised, you were very good for me.” Whumper pet a hand through their sweaty, damp hair and they sniffled at their nose from withholding their tears. 

Whumper was never this nice, never comforted them so selflessly so they must have truly done a good job. They cried silently, bit into their own skin to mute the howl that wanted to slip free and when they naturally flinched; they turned rigid as Whumper held the press for three seconds.

“Three-thousand, two-thousand, one-thousand.” Whumper had counted for them, removing the red-hot poker from their lower hip, nearly on their butt in placement for clothing. 

It was hell, agony, to let the burn happen and put Whumper’s crest and inlaid initial on them. They could feel the sting, hear the sizzle and how much fluid rushed to soothe the surface and protect it from the instrument that already seared it.

“As soon as you calm down a little more, we’ll tend to that so it heals properly.” Whumper was even offering them care, this time selfishly, so they would get the result of the brand they wanted. 

“Y-Yes Master.. P-Please..” Whumpee whispered, pressing into the feigned, affectionate touch of their keep. They gave another small snuff, couldn’t manage to control the fact they still shook; rattled with the adrenaline that had dumped into the system with reckless abandon at the spike of their pain. 

“You’re such a good pet, to ask for a brand before I ever incited one..” Whumper was truly pleased with how broken they’d slowly become, how their thoughts had shifted to want to make Whumper happy. 

“I-I’m yours now, right, Master?” They cooed helplessly, turning just enough to look at Whumper with the gloss of residual tears in their eyes. Biting their lip, still trembling against them. 

They arched into Whumper’s hand as they pet down their spine, slick with sweat but the cool fingers felt nice, head lulling and shivers calming more and more as they stroked between their shoulders. Back up to their head, through their hair that dared to try to tangle a bit from the humidity of their reactions. 

“My good pet, you’ve turned into such a lovely little thing.” More idle praise and after all this time, Whumper finally had the result they’d wanted after months of strenuous, personal training. Whumpee was compliant and obedient, growing more and more attached to where Whumper could give in and spoil them, without fear. 

It had taken a long time and Whumper had grown frustrated but as it had finally come, Whumper enjoyed every second of what they’d finally gotten. A lovely broken in pet, that they’d gotten the pleasure of hand-picking and hiding away where no one could find them. 

Now, no one would. Whumpee wouldn’t want to be found and the more frightened they felt by separation from them, the better Whumpee was trapped without real restraints. 

“I-I love you, Master..” 

“And I adore you, my sweet little dove.” 

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