#animal whumper

[whumpinator]

Fun things to do with your tiny whumpee:

1: Tie a length of string around their arms and chest, then tease a cat with them. Let the cat bat them and bite them and scratch them, and constantly yank the string so they’re all tired and bruised :)

2: Put them in a blender. And let them sit in there, agonised that at any minute you could turn the blades on. (Even more fun with immortal whumpees)

3: keep them in an exhibit and every so often let a field trip of young unassuming toddlers handle them roughly, with sticky fingers, who squeal too loud, who pinch too hard and pull too far.

4: Same as above but this time with a bunch of Instagram influencers who would arguably be more pointedly cruel.

5: Use EMS! Bind a ring of metal around their midriff and stick them between two opposite magnets to leave them swinging helplessly in the air, vulnerable to any of your intentions!

6: Make them sit as a figure in a cake, getting cold on the soggy icing, feeling humiliated in a ridiculous costume.

Bonus round: Caretaker edition

7: build an ecosystem for the whumpee in a jar, that’s similar to their homeplace. Perfect for whumpees who feel safer in enclosed hidden spaces.

8: Give them a mobile toy train and set up tracks around the house so it can get to certain places faster.

9: Same as above, but instead with various ladders and slides.

[letitbehurt]

Dog-catcher poles being used to manhandle Whumpee.

Wire choking off air when Whumpee fights or fails to move fast enough, easily cutting through the skin. Hands bound behind their back so that they can’t grab the pole being used to drag them along. Whumper(s) keeping their distance because watch it, this one bites—

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 31

Asking for help - Therapy - Making Amends - "I'm alive, just not well" (Elliott Lee, Alive, not well)

"Master.... please help it", Whumpee came running through the house.

Whumper looked up from their book as Whumpee came tearing into the living room.

"Help what?", Whumper frowned, "hey, relax, take a deep breath... I can't understand what you're on about."

Whumpee took a rushed breath before repeating.

"Help it please, it's dying", Whumpee hurried again.

Whumper saw tears in Whumpee's eyes.

"You're dying?", Whumper frowned.

Whumpee shook their head no.

"Alright alright. I'll humor you", Whumper got up, "take me to what you're talking about."

Whumper followed Whumpee outside to the end of their yard.

Whumpee knelt down and looked up at Whumper pleadingly.

Whumper looked along the curve until they saw two beady eyes looking up at them.

"Oh my", Whumper frowned, "a little kitten."

"I saw a car swerve and purposely hit it", Whumpee admitted, "please Master."

"Whumpee sometimes we can't fix these things. We can't mess with nature. I know it's sad, but we... can't.... help them", Whumper frowned as Whumpee wiped their eyes, "Whumpee", Whumper they sighed.

"It's not fair", Whumpee sobbed, "you saved m..."

"I know Whumpee", Whumper sighed, "I'll take it to the animal hospital though. They can give it a more comfortable good bye."

Whumpee looked at the cat sadly.

"Would you like to go with me?", Whumper started to pick up the kitten, "you have to promise to be good."

Whumpee thought quietly and nodded.

"Alright, let's go find a box and make it comfortable. I'm sure they will be happy to have someone love them for their last few moments", Whumper cradled the baby gently.

Whumpee gently pet the kitten's head as Whumper drove to the vet office.

"Whumpee, I'm sorry you have to learn about mean people like this", Whumper glanced at them, "I know I wasn't the nicest a while ago, and I hope you see me trying to be better. People are cold and heartless."

Whumpee sniffled a little and nodded, "you're a good master.. Master", Whumpee whispered.

"It's.... purring", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"It's showing you that it appreciates the love you are giving it", Whumper smiled comfortingly.

Whumper explained the situation to the vet.

"My... uh.. child saw the kitten get purposely hit. They wanted to try to save it, but I don't know if there is much we can do", Whumper sighed, "I thought we would at least give it this."

The vet nodded, and took the kitten from Whumpee.

Whumpee couldn't help but start crying.

Whumper wrapped an arm around Whumpee to comfort them.

"Shh, it's alright", Whumper whispered, "we are giving the the best we can. The vet knows how to help them now."

The car ride home was almost quiet. Whumpee's sobbing was louder than they intended.

"Whumpee when we get home, you can relax for the afternoon", Whumper sighed, "you've had a hard day."

"The... chores?", Whumpee shook.

"I'll do the chores today", Whumper sighed, "its fine."

Whumpee curled up in the corner of the living room and held one of their stuffies in their arms.

"I wonder if the kitten had a name even", Whumpee watched Whumper come in, "what if it dies without a name?"

Whumper thought quietly, "what would you have named it?"

"Hope", Whumpee answered quickly.

Whumper nodded, "well it now has a name."

Whumpee smiled.

Whumper snuck out the following day and went up to the vet.

"So what was the verdict with the kitten?", Whumper frowned.

"Unfortunately, you were right. The best thing we could do was put it down. There were too many injuries. The kitten wouldn't have had a good quality of life", the vet sighed, "how is your child doing?"

"Distraught, they named the kitten Hope. They were afraid it would die without a name", Whumper smiled, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but are their any kittens for adoption?"

"Whumpee, will you come here", Whumper called from the living room.

"Yes Master.. one minute please", Whumpee called back.

Whumper sat down, but out of excitement, they jumped back up.

Whumpee came in and knelt.

"Whumpee you have been doing so well lately. I am so proud of you", Whumper almost laughed gleefully, "you about broke my heart yesterday. So, I decided to reward you with something I think you'll love.

Whumpee looked at Whumper timidly. Their master may have changed majorly, but surprises were still a little nerve racking.

Whumpee sat down and reached down the side of their chair. They pulled up a small fur ball.

"Master.... what? Wait is that?", Whumpee almost jumped up but remembered their rules.

"This, unfortunately, is not Hope. Hope was very badly hurt. But, they believe this is one of Hope's siblings. They are doing a DNA test right now. The kitten was also found near where Hope was found. This kitten is for you, my dear", Whumper smiled, "you may come say hi."

Whumpee popped up and hurried to Whumper's side.

The kitten mewed at Whumpee as they reached a hand to pet it.

"They will be your responsibility, but I will help", Whumper smiled, "I was considering getting a pet, so this is why I went ahead and adopted them."

"What's their name?", Whumpee whispered as they got their face closer.

The kitten playfully pawed at Whumpee's nose, making them giggle.

"They don't have one just yet", Whumper chuckled as they handed the kitten to Whumpee, "I thought that could be your job."

Whumpee looked at Whumper with doe eyes.

"I get to name them?", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes my dear", Whumper nodded, then watched as Whumpee thought.

The kitten wiggled around in Whumpee's arms.

"Happy", Whumpee finally smiled, "because they made me very happy. Is that okay Master?"

"That is a very good name", Whumper smiled as they patted Whumpee's head, "the vet gave us a few things to use, but we will need to get some stuff tomorrow for Happy. It's a little late now."

Whumpee nodded as they looked down at the kitten.

"Thankyou so much Master", Whumpee smiled up at them, "this means so much."

"You're welcome dear", Whumper leaned back, "do you have any more chores to do?"

"No Master, I finished everything", Whumpee smiled, "they're purring."

"Then go ahead and enjoy some time with Happy", Whumper smiled.

"Whumpee go ahead and get ready for bed", Whumper stood at the end of the hall.

"Yes Master", Whumpee answered happily.

Whumpee set the kitten down on their mattress and started to change.

They noticed how the kitten stared at them, and they realized they were looking at a scar on Whumpee's stomach.

"Oh, Master did that a while ago. They almost killed me when they went too far, but they saved my life", Whumpee answered the unspoken question, "they're different now... honest."

The kitten meowed at Whumpee.

"Meow" Whumpee giggled.

Whumper was surprised when they saw the kitten round the corner and stare up at them.

"Hello", Whumper greeted, "I thought you were sleeping with Whumpee."

Whumper reached down a hand to see if the kitten would come to them.

Happy stared at the hand for a moment before walking toward it.

"Such a good kitty.... ow", Whumper pulled their hand back and glared at the cat, "what was that for?", Whumper watched two spots of blood coming out from their hand, "you better not make that a habit."

The kitten pranced off seemingly pleased with themself.

They kitten climbed back onto the mattress, they stopped to look at Whumpee's stomach before crawling up to Whumpee's nose and softly pawed at them.

Whumpee woke up a little and pet the kitten until they snuggled up close again.

"Goodnight Happy", Whumpee whispered.

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[cuteangsty]

Pet shelter whump (interactive)

Let the sunbathe a little, it's the evening sun

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The back door creaks open with a soft push, letting the warm hue of the evening sun spill into the hallway. The light paints long, golden strokes across the floor as you gesture to the bench outside.

You tell them to play outside and sunbathe.

Elliott steps out first, slowly, eyes darting around the small backyard. He treads cautiously on the wooden steps and reaches the bench, sitting stiffly on its edge. He keeps his hands on his knees, tense, and glances back at the house door like it's a lifeline. His leg begins to bounce.

Rashmi follows after him, tugging on his shirt to orient himself out, but instead of taking the bench, he lowers himself directly onto the patch of grass, wincing slightly but settling down carefully. He leans back, palms spread across the cool earth, face tilted toward the sun like a flower. His eyes don’t focus much, but he blinks slowly, soaking in the warmth, the breeze, the feel of crumbling leaves under his fingers. For the first time, he looks peaceful.

Elliott tries to sit still, but it doesn’t last. His shoulders twitch every time a bird chirps. He looks to the door. Then at you. Then at Rashmi. His lips part like he might say something, but nothing comes. After a long while, he stands up, paces, then sits again. His foot taps rapidly against the dirt.

After about thirty minutes, he finally walks up to where you're standing just inside the doorway.

“Um… Master?” he asks, eyes never quite meeting yours. “Can I go back inside now…?”

You give him a kind look, speaking gently. You tell him the sun is good for them and that they probably didn't have enough outdoor time at the shelter.

He blinks, fidgeting. “...There were no windows in our rooms,” he mutters. “Only when we were brought out for a few minutes.”

You nod. “Exactly. So I think it’s good to let your skin breathe and just… exist out here a while. Nothing’s going to happen. I promise.”

Elliott lowers his head and gives a small, rigid nod before turning back toward the bench. He doesn’t sit this time. He stands behind it, arms crossed over his chest, waiting.

The sun dips slowly lower, casting deeper shadows across the grass. Rashmi stays still on the ground, head tilted back and eyes fluttering half-closed. He shifts occasionally to feel the sun hit a different part of his face or to run his fingers through the grass like he’s committing the texture to memory.

Elliott remains on edge the entire time.

Eventually, an hour passes. You step outside and clap your hands gently. You tell them it's time to come in

Elliott doesn’t wait. The moment the words leave your mouth, he darts past you, slipping back inside without a word or glance at Rashmi. The brunette notices it, but Elliot left so quickly and he hadn't even gotten up.

Rashmi flinches at the sound. “...Already?” he asks quietly, not hiding the disappointment in his tone. He lingers in place for a second longer before slowly standing. He brushes grass from his clothes, his gaze unfocused as he tries to orient himself.

“Here,” you say, stepping toward him. “This way.”

He reaches for your voice. You gently guide him by the arm. He’s light and quiet, his bare feet brushing softly across the ground. He walks carefully, trusting your hand, though his expression is unreadable.

Once inside, he pauses in the hallway, taking a second to listen to the house.

You close the door behind him and speak softly, asking if he is alright.

He nods, just once.

Elliott is nowhere in sight.

[loonybun]

been sort of obsessed with more like nature based whump including like hunting whump and the idea came to me of a hunter whumper using hunting dogs to track down whumpee. i just really like the imagery. worst of all is that they’d know the woods far better than whumpee ever could.

[redd956]

Here me out

Predator animal themed whumpee, and prey whumper

[bltzgore]

Ya got any more non-con cyborg content? 👀

Oh, you know I do (I heard this markiplier clip in my head as soon as I typed that. I will not be disclosing how long it took me to find it explicitly for this purpose)

Tw: dehumanization, cyborgs beating the shit out of eachother, minor not quite blood mention

Sooooo to start things off on a fresh new post I want to throw something fun into the mix that I keep seeing at the fringes of my feed and absolutely loving (though have somehow not touched upon in my own nonsense yet)! Prey animal rage!

I personally am a huge fan of the isolation that comes with whumpee going from human to not. The way their society could be devaluing them, using objectifying languge, possibly not acknowledging that they're speaking or even there, ignoring the unbridled violence against whumpee by their creator or others. Whumpee just has no rights anymore.

As much as I love whumpee's internalizing this i have even more of a soft spot for whumpee's who do sort of the opposite. They're not going to accept this. No one is going to help them? Fine! They'll fight tooth and nail, bolt and fiber optic, for their life, because it matters to them!

And thinking about that just gets me thinking about whumpee interacting with a new breed of whumper and caretaker.

I would love to see whumper scientist, creator, bring in "old reliable" when whumpee continues to fight back. Sure they could just pull out more and more of whumpee's brain, that's been going pretty well so far, no matter how much whumpee screams and curses at them, scientist whumper can see the changes starting to get to whumpee. Slower to bite back, slower to resist, slower to care. Scientist whumper just wants to hurry that along a little.

Whumper brings in a slightly more dated cyborg, but one that knows themselves better (remember when I ranted in my last cyborg post about whumpee getting a more experienced cyborg caretaker? Think the antithesis to them). This is a trained living weapon, someone who has gone through the process and come out the otherside completely embracing their supposed place and their inhumanity.

I can just vividly imagine the two of them throwing down, and until cyborg whumper actually lands a hit, whumpee is feeling pretty good about themselves, they're faster, stronger than they used to be, they have a chance. Until that aforementioned first hit. Its like getting hit by a sledge hammer, and whumpee is certain the only reason it didn't kill them or put them out completely it because cyborg whumper hit the mechanical side of their face.

It all goes downhill from there and whumpee is sparking, coughing up biofluid, and hearing chunks off them hit the ground right and left. They are getting more and more desperate as it seems to them that cyborg whumper is not going to leave them alive.

I'm in it for that desperation and feral terror when cyborg whumper gets a hand on whumpee's throat and pins them with an iron grip. Their other appendage turns into a weapon or is holding one. The frenzied thrashing as whumpee tries to get free because despite the hell their life is now they do not want to die.

They are a rabbit in the jaw of a wolf and they can feel the teeth crushing down.

"You think I'm going to kill you? No, I'd get in way too much trouble for that."

Then whumpee is given an object lesson in how hard it actually is to kill a cyborg. They thought they were in bad shape before? They just wish they'd pass out. How many pieces can they live without?

Eventually scientist whumper intervenes, and cyborg whumper gives one last distainful look at whumpee before calling them a disappointment and leaving. They head to the door leaving whumpee struggling to function on the floor as the scientific team closes in to stabilize them. But here's the thing whumpee notices as they leave: the door wasn't closed all the way.

It's their only chance.

It's their only option.

It's their only hope.

Whumpee rallies everything they have left and surge towards the door fighting off the techs who try to stop them, then the human guards. Whumpee is so weak it almost works but that prey animal rage kicks in. If they dont make it... they can't last much longer here. The desperation takes hold and they fight.

We skip ahead maybe a fifteen minutes of uncoordinated running and fighting later and whumpee is stumbling through the streets (I like to imagine in the rain). They have no where to go, they hadn't thought about that. Their wounds feel fatal, they feel like they're dying with every step, and they're terrified that any second they're going to be found by cyborg whumper or the rest of the team, and they're so cold. They begin to collapse against an alley wall amidst the trash and dumpsters, trying to cry. They know they can't. Not since whumper replaced their eyes. So theres just pressure and pain in their head and their chest that makes them feel like they're going to explode. They sit with that pain until inevitably they pass out.

Now usually that's possibly the worst thing for any mechanized being to do in the street because the scavengers will be all over them in minutes. But being the merciful God I am, I will toss whumpee a bone. Enter caretaker.

Caretaker is a mechanic. Caretaker likes their machines more than people because people are difficult and hung up on their mortality and morals based around that mortality and their stupid feelings all the time. Machines are practical, they make sense, theyre beautiful and adaptable and amazing, some of their best friends are robots. So when they happen across whumpee... well... are they human or machine?

They cant be human anymore, they're clearly more metal than flesh now. It would be a shame to let such incredibly complex mechanical components degrade or get scavenged... so caretaker takes them home.

Whumpee wakes up in the noticeably less than pristine autoshop/lab/workshop looking amalgamation with caretaker elbow deep in their circuits. They understandably panic but caretaker has quick reflexes thanks to an unfortunate childhood and a lifetime of bad decisions. So the struggle ends with whumpee curled against the wall opposite them with a weapon drawn and caretaker only has one scratch to show for it.

This is where our remarkably irresponsible caretaker has to decide just how far they're willing to go for this desperate and terrified cyborg. They decide almost instantly, pretty damn far.

[anigst]

My Home Hero - Ep 04-05

Kyoichi was shot, and was treated without anesthesia

You deserve a bit of punishment.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Villain's Coffee Shop part 19

Warnings: aftermath of animal mauling, treating wounds

I'm feeling slightly better despite my concussion, so I finally wrote some new parts of this story (thanks to everyone for the well wishes, you all are so kind and supportive and I appreciate every single one of you)

"Thank you for the assistance, Mocha," Villain acknowledged, and scratched the panther behind his torn ear. The purr he got was deep and rumbling, a proper big cat sound.

He gently grabbed his cat's large head, pressing his forehead to Mocha's. "You should go, before the police arrive. Head home."

Mocha flicked his ear in acknowledgment, pulling away. Then he bounded off at a dead sprint, and with a quick hand gesture Villain enveloped him in shadows, concealing him in darkness and turning him invisible once more. Hero stared dumbly as the villain turned to face her.

"You're shaking," Villain stated with a frown. "We should head back to Agency to get our wounds patched and turn this criminal in -- after that, I assume you'll have many questions."

"SO. MANY," Hero agreed, gawking at Vito's mangled form as he groaned, sprawled bleeding on the floor. "But how are we supposed to explain that?? 'Sorry, your freaking panther mauled him'?!?"

Villain stared hard at the floor, avoiding her gaze. "I'll figure something out," he muttered. "But right now, we need to leave. No doubt the cops will come to clean up the aftermath. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be swarmed by news reporters when they inevitably arrive too."

Hero could only nod numbly, helping Villain half-carry half-drag Vito off to the Agency headquarters.

Once they'd successfully turned the criminal in, the two of them headed off to the medical wing for treatment. It was there that Superhero found them, eyes dark and serious.

"What. Happened," Superhero growled the instant he arrived. They both knew what he meant.

"Things got... out of hand," Villain offered simply.

Superhero's steely eyes flicked to him, and there was a near-imperceptible flinch as the villain shrank away from his harsh gaze. "Neither of you have powers capable of shredding someone like a rabid animal!" He sharply pointed out. "Why was your target brought in ripped to bloody ribbons?! You're supposed to minimize damages when on-mission!"

Villain exchanged a meaningful glance with Hero, with a hint of a warning in his eyes. "Vito would have killed us," he said, weaving the lie. "I got close enough to snatch one of his ice-daggers and use it against him. Those things are wicked sharp, apparently. I didn't mean to injure him as badly as I did."

Superhero scowled, not looking convinced, but he reluctantly accepted the explanation, whirling around and storming out.

"I don't think that's the last time he'll bring it up," Hero said worriedly. "He's bound to figure it out eventually."

"I'll do everything in my power to keep him from it," Villain snarled protectively with sudden venom. "He doesn't know about Mocha, and I intend to keep it that way."

"Okay! Okay, no need to get so angry about it, I get the idea. Sheesh." Hero rolled her eyes.

Villain was still bristling, but he let it go after some unhappy grumbling.

An awkward silence stretched between them, almost tangible as the last of their wounds were patched. And not even when they were walking down the alleys to Villain's coffee shop did they speak. It was only when they were stepping in the back door that Hero finally broke the disconcerting silence.

"So... Mocha is a giant panther?!" She blurted, following the villain inside.

Villain sank into the first couch he came across with a heavy sigh. "Indeed he is. Great observation, Miss Obvious."

Hero anxiously took a seat next to him, but stiffened in surprise when a familiar black cat nimbly hopped up into her lap. "Uhh..."

"Don't worry, he's safe to pet," Villain reassured, voice laced with amusement. As if to prove his owner's point, Mocha nudged Hero's hand with a small wet nose, making a questioning cat sound.

Hero shivered uneasily, but hesitantly gave Mocha a cautious pet on the head that the cat leaned into with a friendly purr. "W-We're friends, right? You're not going to rip my eyes out if I pet you in the wrong way?"

Villain burst out laughing, making Hero jump. "Relax, Hero. You're supposed to be a fearless crimefighter. Are you weeeely scared of widdle cats?" he cooed in a baby voice, tone slightly condescending and mocking.

Hero shot him a vicious, withering glare, kind of wishing he would suddenly burst into flames and die, but he was entirely unaffected by it, his cocky grin widening.

Hero decided not to let him get under her skin any further, shifting her attention back to the cat purring in her lap. "So, uh, how did this harmless creature turn into... into that thing that mauled Vito."

Villain shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not entirely sure myself, but I suspect that animals can get superpowers too -- though it is exceedingly rare, and can only happen under the right environmental circumstances. I did an extensive study on the topic once out of sheer curiosity when I first learned what Mocha could do."

"And? What'd you learn?" Hero prodded.

"I called the shelter I adopted Mocha from to ask some questions about where he'd been found, and I went to the location to look for anything unusual. I discovered it was in the grassy area behind an alley that a company was illegally dumping experimental genetic material to get rid of the evidence after the cops busted their operations, and it was just coincidence that Mocha was there before the substance had fully absorbed into the ground. He must have gotten some of it into his open wounds after the vicious dog attack that made him lose his leg, and somehow it altered his own DNA after getting in his bloodstream, giving him his shapeshifting ability. That's my best guess, at least. I can't think of any other plausible scenario.”

"Mmm." Hero hummed in acknowledgment, lost in thought. "Never in a thousand years would I have imagined a cat like Mocha could transform into such a lethal monster."

"He's not a monster," Villain spat defensively. "But of course you would see it like that. Everything's so black-and-white with you heroes, isn't it? Do you see me as a monster too because of my scarred face?! So judgmental--"

Mocha elegantly hopped off Hero's lap and padded over the couch to sit in Villain's lap instead like he was trying to calm him down and show he wasn't offended. What a strange relationship to have with your pet.

Villain let out a heavy breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I apologize for the outburst, it's just... a very touchy subject for me."

"I can see that," Hero teased softly, hoping to lighten the mood.

Villain offered her a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, and faded fast. "I'm also sorry for what happened with Vito, I should have handled the situation better."

"Oh, that reminds me--" Hero abruptly stood up. "I have to head back to the Agency before Superhero realizes I left. I totally forgot! I'm going to have a mountain of paperwork to fill out to get Vito processed through the system. All heroes have to extensively catalog the injuries a criminal has sustained at the time they were brought in. And given Vito's condition..."

"You're going to be there for awhile," Villain finished. "Seems like a bit of an unnecessary protocol, don't you think? Do you seriously have to record and make note of every injury?"

Hero winced just thinking about it. "Unfortunately, yes. Every single one. The overwhelming amount of paperwork is to motivate heroes to do a better job at bringing criminals in unharmed so they'll have less work to do. Superhero is very strict about how he lets us bring criminals to justice. I'm probably going to be in a lot of trouble later for letting Vito get so hurt."

"That hardly seems fair to punish you -- I was the one who caused the accident. Well, technically Mocha did but I would be the first to blame." Villain frowned.

"That's not how Superhero will see it. As the newest hero on the team, you're inexperienced, and mistakes are expected. But the mentor figure the newbies are paired with -- AKA me -- are responsible for their apprentices at all times. Your mistakes becomes my fault for not keeping you in line. Catch my drift?"

"And Superhero will seriously punish you for something you didn't do?"

"Yes. He will. But it shouldn't be anything I can't handle. The sooner I get it over with, the sooner I can return to duty. So I should get back to the Agency as fast as I can." Hero turned toward the door to leave.

"What are the punishments?" Villain suddenly asked.

Hero tilted her head to the side, eyes momentarily going glassy and unfocused. "You know, I actually can't remember what it is. It's been so long since I've been in any kind of trouble at all." The haze cleared up, and the next second she was out the door and gone, leaving Villain to his thoughts.

"That conversation went surprisingly well, don't you think?" Villain spoke, staring down at his cat.

"Mmrph," Mocha huffed in agreement.

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[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 2 - Alternate prompt: Animal bite

TW/CW: Fae whumper, mortal whumpee, animal bite, flesh wound, creepy whumper, teenzy gaslighting, scared whumpee, non-con body control, binding word Word count: 1'000

Coyotes are absolutely not supposed to be native to our forests!?!

Whumpee ran on the narrowing dirt path, soles of their sneakers hitting the soil with quick thumps.

Behind them another loud bark sounded. This time even closer than before.

Tree. Tree. They had to find a tree. Something high to climb onto. But just as their eyes settled onto two large foundlings on either side of the road and they bolted between them pain exploded in their left calf. They came crashing to the floor, jerking around to see a coyote latching onto their leg, teeth blazed and already sprinkled red from their blood. Panicked their fingers searched the ground until closing around a larger stone and aggressively throwing it towards the animal...Only that it never hit them. Completely unsettled they robbed back a few more paces until a shiver ran over their spine. They looked back-nothing but forest.

They looked to the front again-nothing. No coyote, definitely still an injured leg-but wait. There was something. A pair of eyes watching them from the tangled thicket. Still holding the stone up high they yelled out: "Who's there? Why are you watching me!?"

A chuckle, barely distinguishable from the ruste of leaves. And then a voice sounded like the flow of water: "More enticingly; Who are you?"

Luckily they were more outraged than naive so they ignored the creature's question and doubled down: "Why did you just stand there as that coyote attacked me!?"

"What coyote?", the voice asked unfathomable, smiling everlastingly, now a little more visible.

"The one that was just-" But was it? They think. Had it really been there? It was gone when they looked back but they didn't hear any rustling or paws hitting the soil. Their eyes fell back to the still bleeding flesh wound on their leg. Part of it was definitely real!

"Oh dear, you're injured.", the creature commented. Always in the same inscrutable tone of voice. "That doesn't look so good."

"Yes! It also hurts. Now either you help me get out of this forest and to a doctor or leave me alone!"

"Hmm.", the creature mused, as if overturning Whumpees ultimatum. "Well what would I get in return?"

"Wh-What!? I'm literally bleeding right now, what type of person do you have to be in order to not help somebody injured with a flesh wound unless you get something out of it!?". they ranted.

"-I'm sorry I didn't quite catch it before. Could you give me your name again?", the creature interrupted casually.

"Wha-Its Whumpee.", they answered puzzled. Taken off guard by the interruption. They sigh annoyed. "Now can we please go!?"

"Whumpee.", the creature drawled out. Repeating the name as if testing how the name felt on their tongue.

Simultaneously Whumpee felt a chill run down their spine.

The creature asked, stepping out of the dense underbush and onto the dirt path.

Now they could finally see their mysterious companion. They were dressed in flowly clothes that, if you looked closely enough, seemed to go back and fourth between cloth and leaves. Autumm coloured leaves, nearly glowing in yellows, oranges and reds were everywhere. Even in the creatures chestnut hair and adorning its iridescent skin. Faint but intricate antlers grew on top of its head.

"Whumpee", they said, repeating the name again. Each time seemingly with more finality. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind standing up now, would you?", they asked.

And despite the pain that was still searing throught Whumpees leg and their disdain at the thought of doing what this egoistic and very weird looking person asked their body obeyed. Standing up on shaky legs and wincing as weight was applied to the wound.

"Now, follow me if you wouldn't mind.", they ordered and took a couple steps back, fully crossing between the two foundlings and beckoning a now very unsettled Whumpee closer.

"What-What's happening?", Whumpee asked. Their body starting to move after the person.

"I'm simply...Trying to help you, of course. If you would please follow me into this circle right here.", they commanded. Taking another step back into what appears to be a naturally grown circle of mushrooms. Venemous ones on top of that.

And despite Whumpees best attempts to regain control over their own body they followed it. "Iii would rather not, thank you." Through those two stones and into the circle. Their eyes widended. Oh no. Of course they had heard of the stories, the fabels and joke-warnings. Speaking of fairy circles and stolen babies, changlings and abductions from deep within the forest through magical hand but they never believed that it would be real! Or that it would happen to them! It couldn't. Right? "You-You're…a fairy?", they finally mustered up as their foot was already inside the circle.

The creature smiled, or much rather bared their teeth at them, pointy and sharp looking. "Oh my dear little human, I'll give you this bit of information for free. I'm a Fae." And with that they grapped the human's arm with their long fingers and pulled them completely into the circle. "And by telling me your name you sold yourself to me!", they explained gleefully.

Whumpee's face turned ash-white but as they opened their mouth to…yeah to do what? To portest? To plead for their life? The Fae put a long, iridescent hand over their eyes and effectively silenced them in the process.

"Sssh. There will be more time for talking later. Now let's go to a doctor and then home.", they smiled wickedly and the world outside of the circle seemed to shift. Colour dots lengthening into brushes and contours blurring until. It all suddenly stopped again. The Fae took their hand off of Whumpee's eyes and graciously allowed them to see again.

They had to blink against the light when they opened their eyes again. It hadn't been this bright before, has it? But then they finally really looked. And Oh Gods! Everything looked different! Where were they!?

"Welcome to the Fae Wild little mortal!"

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @shattermind-8

[whiteboywhump]

Am I the only person who loves whump but dislikes it when it’s animated. Like cartoon whump does not appeal to me at all 👎

People who are part of the whump community, majority have a empathetic quality about them. Which makes it easy to pin point what type of whump interests the individual.

When it’s played by real people, real actors. You can feel their pain, a sense of comfort, relief etc, when it comes to the character/s and storyline. But animations/cartoons are difficult to read and feel that pain on a deeper level, you know what I mean?

Cause I get more pleasure, comfort and concern when watching realistic whump. I get absolutely no pleasure if I were to watch whump in a Disney movie or an anime for example.

Although that is just a personal opinion because there’s no right and wrong in the whump world.

Do whump lovers out there like cartoon whump, do some like it more than realistic whump?? I’m curious to know what people prefer.

[wren-l-winter]

Thanks for the continuation!! i’m glad i could give some motivation!!

If you’re down for more (no pressure at all) i also loved this one and would love to see where you take it! https://www.tumblr.com/wren-l-winter/766608155460452352/you-want-to-be-free-whumper-looked-down-at?source=share

this definitely took a different direction than i had thought it would but i'm really proud of this one. thank you anon for asking me to continue it! writing this was really therapeutic

Mud squelched beneath Whumpee’s feet. Every step brought her closer to the forest, to the smell of pine and the earthiness of decaying foliage. Autumn rains had enriched the hues of vibrant leaves, their tips heavy with droplets. Whumpee stood behind the line of the gates, looking down the worn path she’d once been dragged across. Did she dare try?

Whumper stood as a statue, her cold, stoney eyes never moving off of Whumpee. The mutts waited in the woods, maws salivating with the anticipation of the chase—the only meal they’d ever known were the runaways. 

Whumpee stood there, encased by the weight of what could be. She could be free, start a new life, somewhere quiet and warm. She’d have a garden, something to tend to. There would be a stream nearby, always bubbling away, drowning out her thoughts when she couldn’t keep them at bay. She’d have seeds for the singing birds. Perhaps she’d let her favorites inside to keep her company. And her clothes would be soft and loose, never again would she have to wear corsets or itchy lace. She wouldn’t be a doll anymore. 

The clap of a dog’s bark struck through the delusion. Whumpee would never make it. She couldn’t outrun Whumper’s hounders. She turned away from her dream to the surety of her imprisonment. 

“Nothing’s ever good enough for you.” Whumper’s disapproving gaze darkened as Whumpee stopped in front of her, head bowed and hands neatly folded in front. She grabbed Whumpee’s chin, her nails threatening to break skin. Whumpee knew better than to wince. “One more word about wanting your freedom, and I’ll hang you up by your dainty little wrists and let the dogs gnaw away at you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes.” 

Whumper straightened, running her hands over her embroidered skirt as if she could dust off the moment. “Good. Get dressed. We have guests coming for dinner and you’re expected to entertain.” She turned, walking up the steps and disappearing into the estate. 

A shrill whistle cut through the air and the handlers emerged from the woods, their dogs muzzled and pulling at their leashes. Whumpee looked past them, imagining what their crazed eyes would have looked like when they’d hunted her down.

She traded starving dogs for the gluttonous boredom of the elite.

[urlocalwhumper]

a group of whumpers proudly showing off their perfectly trained (conditioned) pet whumpees at a party. letting them off leash because they're just so well conditioned that whumper knows they won't even think to try and escape. the whumpers cooing over a cuddle pile of napping pets, talking amongst themselves about setting up playdates for the pets that seem to get along best.

and on the pets' side; feeling safe and warm snuggling with other pets, unable to figure out why they suddenly feel so vulnerable and scared when master says it's time to go home. one pet worriedly licking another's fresh scars, whining low in their throat while the other pet nuzzles them to tell them that it's fine now, they don't have to worry.

[littlelambramblings]

Love poor scared whumpees who just freeze or fawn. I mean fight is also pretty fun, but there’s just something so interesting seeing someone paralyzed in fear.

Wonder who’s coming over to them? Whumper or caretaker?

[the-bloody-sadist]

Mori’s playing with sharp objects ✂️💉(full ver on Patreon)

[scrimblobimblowhump]

For the whump ask game:

A stuffed animal or a book :>

Stuffed animal: whumpee having a comfort stuffie that brings them joy and comfort amid the darkness of their abuse, but whumper one day deciding to punish them by taking it from them and throwing it in the fireplace in front of them (bonus points if whumpee is a kid and whumper is their abusive parent/caregives, and this experience haunts whumpee down the line, contributing to compulsive hoarding as an adult and having nightmares about losing their belongings

Book:

Same for the "comfort item getting taken and destroyed as punishment"!

Whumper beating whumpee with a heavy book

Whumper making whumpee write/rewrite a massive tome as punishment (or what if it's an admiration obsession like in Stephen King's Misery)

One we can all relate to: student whumpee sobbing over piles and piles of textbooks because tests are coming but they're burnt out and oh so unprepared and have zero idea what will they do

Related to previous: Whumpee's batshit insane parents tying them to a chair till they complete their homework/study enough for a straight A on the test

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