Rules - FAQ - Event Days: August 1st, 2026 until August 7th, 2026 - Next Event: Beating the Babes: Winter Woes Whump 2026
**Please refrain from posting until the event days! I don't want to miss anyone and the queue can hold only so many posts. See under the prompt list for a sample template for entries/tagging rules.**
Prompt list:
Possession
Mundane
Emotions
Free Day
Environment
Unnatural
Harm
Challenges:
Completionist- Standard finish all days (in order or not), as long as you've completed them all, you're a completionist!
Female Whumpers- Additional attention on the ladies of whump: If all your entries also have a lady whumper, you've completed this challenge!
NSFW- If all your entries are 18+, you'll complete this one! Working on more taking out more taboo with this category.
One Story/One Character- If you manage to create all entries to make one full complete story for one whumpee, you've impressed the heck out of me and earned your way into this category! (I myself will probably never be in this one, lol)
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Promp lists will be updated with an exact date when one is chosen. Day 1 will be a Sunday, the week long event will occur sometime in March-May of 2026
Promp lists will be updated with an exact date when one is chosen. Day 1 will be a Sunday, the week long event will occur sometime in March-May of 2026
Day 1: Parent and child whump
Day 2: Major character death
Day 3: Disabled whumpee
Day 4: Eye injury
Day 5: Self injury/Suicide
Day 6: Hurt/No Comfort
Day 7: Cannibalism
Extras: Killing the competition, Caregiver whump, Soulmate whump
okay so based on this ask i made another prompt list and you guys can choose which one you'd rather want for my lady whump event! (event where all the whumpees will be ladies)
which prompt list would you prefer?
first, subvert tv tropes
second, generic whump prompts
Voting ended onMar 16
prompt lists under the cut
first list with stereotypically feminine tropes i though we could subvert and turn whumpy
day 1: sheltered princess
day 2: man stealer
day 3: coy
day 4: silk hiding steel
day 5: caretaker
day 6: cool girl
day 7: asexual career woman
day 8: mother
day 9: ice queen
day 10: skirt twirl
day 11: tears
day 12: awkward virgin
day 13: disposable woman
day 14: dainty
day 15: eldest daughter
day 16: psycho ex-girlfriend
day 17: gorgeous klutz
day 18: femme fatale
day 19: flowers
day 20: manic pixie dream girl
day 21: bodyguard babes
day 22: black widow
day 23: girl in the fridge
day 24: gold digger
day 25: tomboy
day 26: trophy girlfriend
day 27: damsel in distress
day 28: bows
day 29: housewife
day 30: lipstick lesbian
second list with generic whump prompts that we can just use for lady whump
i'm thinking of putting together a lady whump focused writing event. would anyone be interested?
yes i'd participate
yes and while i wouldn't participate i'd like to read the submissions
no i wouldn't care for it at all
Voting ended onMar 15
(if you read this and thought "my goodness i have TONS of favourite lady whump tropes i'd love to see featured in the event!" do NOT hesitate to reach out and tell me! please send in as many as you wish!)
CW: Pet whump, lady whumpee, lady whump, reference non/con, reference sexual abuse, self loathing.
A/N: A little late, but I've had this in my drafts for a while, so here's a short fic focused on Neli. I hope you enjoy it! ^^
There were countless moments when Neli thought about simply tearing off her tail—that small white puff at the end of her spine, like a ball of cotton, nothing but a nuisance to her. Just another thing people could touch without her consent. Just another thing others could hurt, point at, use as proof that she was not human. Â
Once, alone in the bathroom of her room—her cell—she tried to do it.
She had stolen a pair of scissors from Miss Amere’s study and lowered the mirror to the floor so she could see clearly. It wouldn’t be a difficult cut, she told herself. There was only a bit of cartilage there, buried beneath fur. It wouldn’t hurt forever. It wouldn’t hurt that much.
But the image of blood stopped her.
Of course it would hurt. It would hurt unbearably. She would be mutilating a part of herself.
The same was true of her ears. Thousands of times, she had fantasized about detaching them from her head like the accessories of a doll—leaving them behind somewhere and continuing on with her life. But it was impossible. Not without enduring long, agonizing moments, risking bleeding to death, not to mention how it could affect her hearing.
And even if, by some miracle, she managed to rid herself of every chimera trait— what guaranteed that it would keep her safe?
Fredrik himself had said it before. He didn’t fuck her only because she wasn’t “a real woman.”
His male friends didn’t care about the difference at all. Their constant vulgar remarks made her resent not only her animal features, but her voluptuous body, her long golden hair, her cherubic face—everything that made her herself.
There was a time when Neli believed she was pretty. A time when she imagined a happy future, one where she would find love and build a big, joyful family.
But now she was nothing but a caged animal, as Fredrik called her.
A piece of meat to be used for entertainment, as those men called her.
A fat, stupid slut of a bunny, as Miss Amere liked to remind her.
Neli hated her identity. She hated her chimera half and her womanhood just the same. She wanted to become ugly, to ruin herself—maybe then they would discard her, leave her alone, and she could go back to her family. After all, who would want an ugly pet and a whore?
But that thought gave way to new doubts: Would her family still want her after what she had become? After becoming a pet? A whore?
As much as she missed them every day, she didn’t have the courage to find out.
She didn’t even have the courage to cut off her tail.
And her family’s debt remained unpaid.
Neli hated her body.
She hated herself.
She hated her life.
Until Odifia appeared.
“Hello.”
Since becoming a pet, no one had ever greeted her like that—not in the way one human being addresses another, at least.
They were at one of the many parties Fredrik attended, held in private mansions steeped in the scent of expensive wine and hypocrisy.
This new girl was small and delicate, with yellow eyes marked by long, narrow pupils, and skin traced with pearlescent scales that shimmered green whenever the light touched them. There was something almost unreal about her—something that made Neli think of a fairy.
“Aren’t you cold?” the girl asked.
She wore a tight red dress that fell below the knee, sleeveless, a thick golden metal collar around her neck, and stilettos that looked less like shoes and more like needles. Neli wondered how she could stand with literal spikes beneath her feet.
“Not really,” the bunny girl admitted. The air conditioning kept the room cool despite the summer heat and the crowd of guests, and even dressed in nothing but a leotard and stockings, the temperature didn’t bother her.
The new girl brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before extending her hand.
“My name’s Ofidia, though I’m not very fond of it. You can call me Fidi.”
“I’m Neli. Just Neli,” she replied softly, returning the gesture timidly. The last time she’d seen girls her own age had been at the brothel, and even there she had never felt welcome. But this girl… Â
“These events are boring,” Fidi continued, crossing her arms. “Would you like to judge the guests’ outfits? As long as no one hears us. My so-called owner gets upset if she sees me being too talkative.”
Even though it was obvious that she too was a prisoner, a “pet,” Fidi spoke with confidence and ease, making sarcastic remarks and kind comments when they were needed.
Fidi became that little ray of sunlight in the middle of the darkness, that hopeful green glow that helped Neli survive just a little longer each day, that allowed her to feel, once more, the gentle warmth of human contact.
Not the contempt reserved for a chimera. Not the lustful hunger aimed at a piece of flesh. But eyes that truly saw her—eyes that saw Neli.
Maybe it wasn’t worth hating herself so fiercely… Not if someone could make her feel loved.
Meant to make a post for this yesterday and then earlier today. Only just now remembered, whoops
BtB and CtC Events announcement!
Hello, all!
Due to the holidays being a nightmare, I've realized there are some (including myself) that didn't get to participate in the events like they hoped to. So... I'll be reblogging anything for Beating the Babes: Winter Woes Whump 2025 and Comfort the Cuties: Happy Holidays 2025 until January 31st, 2026!
This will also follow in the same pattern for my week long events in August (so until August 31st)!
For those that do get them done in the time span (whether it be partial or the full week), I'll make special badges for you, too! So it's still special for that week, but not mandatory.
The last thing I want is for people to stress out and/or miss out. So just take your time! Chances are even after that, I might still reblog stuff, even up to years down the line, lol. I'm just happy people like the event! :)
Meant to make a post for this yesterday and then earlier today. Only just now remembered, whoops
BtB and CtC Events announcement!
Hello, all!
Due to the holidays being a nightmare, I've realized there are some (including myself) that didn't get to participate in the events like they hoped to. So... I'll be reblogging anything for Beating the Babes: Winter Woes Whump 2025 and Comfort the Cuties: Happy Holidays 2025 until January 31st, 2026!
This will also follow in the same pattern for my week long events in August (so until August 31st)!
For those that do get them done in the time span (whether it be partial or the full week), I'll make special badges for you, too! So it's still special for that week, but not mandatory.
The last thing I want is for people to stress out and/or miss out. So just take your time! Chances are even after that, I might still reblog stuff, even up to years down the line, lol. I'm just happy people like the event! :)
Tags: human pet, vague references to abuses of power, vague references to systemic incarceration, teenage girl whumper, teenage girl whumpee, cold-related injuries, obsessive whumper, domestic whump, past/vague mentions of rape/noncon
OCs: Miach, Kanako, Shu Fang (mentioned)
Summary: Kanako should have known things would never be better.
When Kanako had given into Miach's will and her demands, she hadn't really thought about the long term. Kanako had never allowed herself to think about the long term. It was only the year after her winter with Miach in the cabin when Kanako truly began to process the fact that she would probably stay with Miach her whole life.
And really? It wasn't so bad anymore. Miach hadn't done anything to hurt her in months. The uneasy dread that came hand-in-hand with the pleasure Miach offered had stopped weighing in Kanako's belly like a stone.
Shortly after that first winter at the cabin, Miach had started higher education. She and Kanako had moved away from the home Miach lived in with her parents to the town where the university was. And for a year, they had been living happily there.
Kanako had stopped trying to humor any thoughts of escaping by then. There wasn't a reason to. Most days, Miach almost treated her like a person. While the other woman was out at her classes, Kanako stayed home and handled cooking and cleaning. When she had free time she even had hobbies she could do. It was a better life than Kanako had ever expected she could have.
She should have known it couldn't last.
The day had been like any other. She had gotten up before Miach did and made breakfast and coffee for her, and she had made sure that her things were neatly packed away in her bookbag and ready to go. Then, she had quietly read a book and had her own coffee until Miach got up.
While Miach was away at classes, Kanako had cleaned the kitchen and done a little work on the balcony garden that they had. There wasn't much work to be done that day. Dinner would be leftovers and she had taken care of the dishes the night before. It was a day that Kanako got to spend relaxed.
She knew the moment Miach got home that something wasn't right. Most days – every day – Miach would get home and give Kanako a chirpy, bright greeting. She would kiss Kanako and say how happy she was to be home. Not that day.
Miach slammed the door open loudly enough the Kanako startled from the couch, and when she slammed it closed it was even louder.
Kanako worried their neighbors might fuss or complain. She worried the slam might damage the home. She didn't say a thing about it, though. She only looked at Miach with wide eyes.
The moment Miach looked at her, her eyes filled with hate. "Why do you have to look just like that stupid bitch?"
Kanako's stomach twisted. Oh. Something had happened. Something with Shu Fang. Kanako didn't try to say anything. She remained rooted to the spot, unable to look away from Miach.
"Stop staring at me like that! Stop staring like you're scared of me!" Miach demanded.
Kanako didn't know what to do. She just wanted to obey Miach as quickly as possible. So, she squeezed her eyes closed. Or maybe she flinched and didn't open her eyes after. Not even she could tell.
"Why are you both scared of me?!" Miach's words were a shriek.
Finally, Kanako would force herself to look for words. "I... I'm not. You just... startled me. I... do you want me to start dinner? Or-"
"Don't try to avoid this!" Miach insisted again. With those words she stormed over to Kanako. "No, I don't want dinner! And you don't want any either! We aren't having dinner until you stop acting like a kicked puppy!"
Kanako knew there wouldn't be any calming Miach down. Not when the woman was already that upset. "Okay. Maybe I should... uh, go to our room?"
That must have been the wrong answer, because Miach's palm slapped across her cheek. Kanako knew there would be no right answer. Not with Miach so upset.
Just like that, Kanako knew the life that was starting to come together for her was already over. Even after Miach calmed down, there would always be that worry and fear. If this was happening because Miach had seen Shu Fang at her classes, then Kanako would have to expect this treatment every day. She surprised herself when no tears came at the thought.
Content warnings: childhood trauma, SA, slavery, exposure, death threats. This work is considered NSFW. Read with caution!
This is the full version of my story for Beating the Babes: Winter Woes Whump 2025. A huge thank you to @beatingthebabesbirthdaybash for putting on this event!
My mother used to be home more.
I don’t know why that’s the first difference I think of, both of my parents acted very differently in the Before times, but when I try to think back that’s always the first things that comes to my mind. My father was home more too, and they both smiled more, and my mother used to wear these gorgeous, light dresses in the summer. I’d almost forgotten about those pretty dresses.
I think we were happy. We were never rich, but I think we were happy.
That’s all I can remember about the before times.
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The night everything changed I was six. My father left home about his usual time, but still wasn’t back well after dark.Â
“There’s a celebration happening, they’re going to be celebrating all evening.” My mother explained, as she took us up stairs. But she didn’t even look remotely happy, and she kept glancing out of the windows.Â
Just as she turned to the door, my brother and I both tucked into bed, the first explosion shook the bed. I instantly leapt towards her, and she crouched down to hold me close. My little brother, two years my junior and even more confused was quick to follow. I could hear her heart pounding in time with mine.
“Just a celebration.” She repeated, and in the uneven light from the window I saw her smile, but it was a scary kind of smile. It was a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “They’re having a celebration, and then everyone is going home.” But her arms told a different story, holding us tightly against her as she sat on the floor and scooted backwards to lean against the wall.
The next explosion sounded nearer, and I let out a small shriek, burying my head into my mother’s clothes. She ran a gentle hand over my back, calming, repetitive motions that mimicked her repetitive speech. Her words were encouraging, but her distracted looks out of the window, biting her lip, and reluctance to let us out of her sight were not.
I tried to focus on just that arm over my back, shrinking my world down to that one room, that one bubble of stillness in the terrifying unknown, that hand moving up and down, up and down, up and down…
At some point I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I was still on the floor with my mother. My mother who hadn’t slept at all.
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In the After times, I got used to putting my brother to bed. He would sometimes want to stay up talking a little, especially as he got older, but normally by the time we got home all we wanted to do was sleep.
Sometimes I would try to stay up long enough to see my mother. She always came home late in the After times. Sometimes, when she came in I heard a male voice on the doorstep, dropping her off back at home.Â
Even at eight, I had the sense to keep out of sight of them. I knew how the Others treated us, Freya’s subjects.
She always seemed cold. At the time I didn’t understand why my mother began to wrap herself in clothes like a shield, layered over each other until every inch of skin was covered. She was always shivering, and so I tried to collect extra firewood, whenever they let me into the forest. That fire used to wash the whole house in waves of warmth, until I didn’t think she could be cold. But she always was. The one time I asked, she simply said the cold as coming from the inside.
My work back then was spinning. Very simple work, and there was such a large group of us it would have been impossible to watch each of us closely. So no one noticed how my clothes always seemed to collect more bits of fluff than anyone else. And no one at home noticed me slowly adding some extra threads to the blankets, ensuring they never got too thin. I spent long evenings very warm under those blankets, waiting for her to return.
Once, I tried to make her some soup, hoping it might warm her up from the inside. I ran home as soon as I could, and got the fire going straight away. The soup was a simple enough thing to make, watery and thin as it was, but i was sure that it would be warm. I left it on the fire for the hours it took her to come home, incidentally heating the house as well. When she walked in the door she had several moment of utter bewilderment, almost breaking down in tears when she saw my small hands offering up the soup. But when I tried to follow it up with a warm hug she flinched away.
At the time I didn’t notice she barely had the appetite to eat any. It wasn’t until I was much older that her obsessive washing, and her shivering, and the haunted look in a smile that never reached her eyes anymore added up into a picture that made sense.
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I worked in that damn cotton mill for ten years. The hours grew longer, the work more intense as more and more thread was demanded from us. My fingers were worn raw by the time i got home more days than not, but I didn’t dare bleed on the thread.
I have been told that my features are attractive. Hair that falls almost perfectly straight with minimal brushing, long, delicate eyelashes that frame a pair of soft, brown eyes and a figure with curves in just the right places. I take after my mother that way, in a way that gets you noticed.
Perhaps if things had stayed in the Before times that would have been a good thing. My mother was happy once, after all. Not in the After times.
“Why aren’t you sleeping at the mill with the others?” One of the mill Guards asked one evening, as I stepped to the door.
“I’m going home. I have always been allowed to stay at my home.” I turned to face him, suddenly very nervous.
“Oh come now, a girl your age, still staying at home? Surely that’s not allowed.” He said, stepping closer to me.
I tried to back away, but found I was already practically against the door. “I’m only eighteen.” I replied, heart already beginning to pound as i fumbled blindly for the doorknob.
“Exactly,” he replied, a truly terrifying smirk spreading across his features. “It’s high time there was some other kind of…arrangement.” As he spoke, he trailed a hand over my side, resting on my hip.
I found the doorknob and quickly opened the door, retreating with a wave of relief. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” I choked out, turning to flee.
“You can’t go home!” His voice called after me as I began to run. “Or do you want your family dead?”
I managed to swerve into an alleyway before stopping dead in my tracks, heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. I didn’t dare go home to my mother, not after that, but my skin crawled at the thought of going back to him at the mill. I fell forward on my hands and knees, gasping for breath as I began to truly hyperventilate.
“Need some help?” Growled a voice from in front of me. My head jerked up to see a pair of eyes gleaming from the shadows of the alleyway.Â
In that one moment I didn’t care who they were. After all, things could hardly get any worse.
Right?
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Wrong. Oh, how wrong I was.
As he led me further and further from the centre of the town I began to calm down. It wasn’t until he led me all the way into the forest that I began to grow suspicious. I stumbled over a root in the dark, moonless night, and he turned around to catch me.
Or I thought it was to catch me. But he held my wrists, a rather inconvenient place to pull one up from, and didn’t let go even when I’d regained my balance.
“Tell me.” He asked in his low, growl like voice, “What do you call yourself?”
“Florence.” I replied dubiously. “You said you would help me, I thought we were going to where you live.”
He grinned, stepping closer. He was tall, for the first time I noticed how much taller he was. “Florence, I do live here. And I never said I would help, just asked if you needed it.” I found myself rooted to the spot, the forest seeming pitch dark around me in the moonless night. He sniffed as he stepped closer again, and my scrambled brain finally put the clues together just before he kissed me.
Growling voice, lives in the woods, navigates by smell. This man was a werewolf. A werewolf hungry but not for something to eat.
My fear rose again, double whatever I had felt facing the Guard. I was in totally unknown territory now, and I didn’t know how to survive it. So I panicked, and lashed out.
He caught my foot with one of his own when it had barely begun to move, neatly taking my balance out and shoving me hard against a tree. He followed up quickly, pressing his body close in to mine. I managed to wriggle out of the kiss, turning my head to the side as he released one of my wrists, his full body weight crushing me into the tree doing a good enough job of keeping me pinned despite my desperate struggling. In a few seconds he had tied me securely to the tree and stepped back, anger written on his face.
“You don’t want my help? Fine, have it your way. But you should learn what a leader like Mack is worth.” With that, he stalked away into the forest, out of my line of sight.
I shivered, the cold of the night around me pressing in. My stomach ached from hunger, not having eaten since lunch several hours ago, and my feet were in agony after a day standing on them. The bark was rough against my skin when I tried to move, so I simply stayed put. This did little to prevent me scraping against the rough bark once I began shivering harder.Â
Sometime later a squirrel ran up to me - at least I think it was a squirrel, it was hard to tell - and sniffed around my feet, but fortunately decided I didn’t look like a tasty snack. I could only pray the other animals I heard hooting and shuffling and slithering in the dark agreed.
It was a very long night, tied to that tree, and I didn’t get any sleep at all. But eventually, the sun rose again.
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The sun was high in the sky and getting dangerously close to setting again before I saw another person. By the clothes, he looked to be a follower of Mack. He untied the rope, but wasted no time in pressing close for a kiss. By that point I was too exhausted to even try and stop him.
I was just starting to regret my inaction, fear climbing as two of his friends rounded the corner. With a slight chuckle, he pushed me towards one of them. “Don’t say I don’t know how to share.”
Of all the ways I’d expected my first time to go, in none of them had I considered being passed around. But my worn out feet were too tired to do anything but stumble along where I was pushed. Small mercies, my brain was too exhausted to properly process what was going on, especially after I started trying to tune the world out, so I don’t remember much of that nightmare. I do remember running the thumb of my right hand over my fingers, to give me a kind of lifeline, a single, repetitive motion to focus in on. Up and down, up and down, up and down…
I almost fell over as the man holding me suddenly backed off. “Shit, it’s Mack.” He gasped, and all three of them turned to look. I must have fallen into some kind of a trance, because the sensation was just like waking up. Blinking, I followed their gaze, my whole body still trembling.
“You ready to respect the leader yet?” Mack asked as he sauntered over, hand reaching for me even as his glare swept the group.Â
By that point I would have agreed to almost anything if it meant only serving one person at a time. I nodded.
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Once, when I was young, naive and still living at home, I remember a day in the After times when my mother slept in. I had tried to stay awake long enough the night before to see she got home safely, but it had gotten really very late, so I’d eventually had to put myself to bed, fire still going to warm her up when she arrived.
The next morning she was so tired she slept in, far later than she normally would have, even for a Sunday. Back then I had Sundays off from the mill, so I was there when the strange man came. He said he was there for my mother, to which I told him she was just sleeping after her very late night. He glared at me and I think called my mother something extremely rude. But what I remember most was him saying to bite my feelings, and bite my tongue. I can see his eyes now, staring at me through my memory, haunting me across time and space.
If unsaid words and unexpressed feelings are something one can bite, that would imply they were something one can eat. By that metric, my time with Mack was an elaborate feast.
I bit down the bile that threatened to rise every time he touched me, his hands wandering over my arms, my sides, my whole body. I held my tongue when my opinion wasn’t wanted, which was almost always. I made sure to stay beside him each night, stay under his hand where he wanted me.Â
Days turned to weeks turned to months. I think at some point I turned nineteen. All the while I sustained myself on my feast of unsaid words and invisible feelings.
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At some point I stopped even the pretence of being human. Nothing had ever truly belonged to me, not since the Before times. I could no longer remember having rights.
It wasn’t very often I saw another wolf pack, but I knew there were some around, glimpsed occasionally from across a clearing. Forever at the side of Mack, I was there when he met up with the leader of a different wolf pack, Antony.
“I’ve brought you a gift.” Mack said, pushing me forwards.Â
I managed not to stumble as I was suddenly thrust into the space between the two wolves. Neither of them had come very far into the clearing, preferring to posture at each other from opposite sides. I would have preferred to keep my head down, not draw attention to myself, as usual. Instead I found myself face to face with Antony, who was looking me over with an unsettling mix of hunger and contempt.
“Pretty little thing, I can see the appeal but,” Antony sniffed the air, “no wolf. What use is there for it?” Antony said as he began to circle around me.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something. She knew how to pick out the best firewood even before she came.” I didn’t have to look behind me to know Mack was smirking. “And I’ve taught her well.” I shivered only a little.
Antony stepped back in front of me, extending one finger to lift my chin. “In that case, I’m sure she’ll do for our deal.” His eyes flickered back to Mack, nodding once before he focused again on me. “Come now, little bird, let me see your feathers.”
And with that, something had shifted. As I heard Mack’s footsteps retreat, I fell in step behind Antony, heart racing at this new rearrangement of my life.
But the wolf packs were no longer totally unknown territory. The leader protects me from the others. I must simply keep myself at his mercy alone.
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Antony was different from Mack. His pack seemed to change members more frequently, and though I’d never had any intention of learning names he didn’t seem to know some of them either.Â
In some ways it was easier. I already knew not to talk unless it had some meaning, or to agree with the leader. Things didn’t hurt as much, emotion replaced by a numb cold. There was even another one of Freya’s subjects. I did learn his name, Damion, but I was never quite sure what to make of him. He seemed to be helping Antony of his own will, which stuck me as too strange for me to trust him.
Because in some ways it was harder. Antony’s pack was crueler, with routine fighting matches that left at least one participant bloody and bruised. It was every man for himself at the slightest sign of danger, Antony remaining in charge only by constant growling, and threats, and endless posturing as leader. Each night I placed myself under his hand, hoping it would be enough.Â
And until the night Damion came to steal me away, and bring me to yet another pack, to Hector, it was.
______
Hector doesn’t try to touch me. I’m still not sure why. It feels odd, yet again being in unknown territory. I don’t think I want me life to keep shifting.
I’m not feeling constantly sick anymore. Now I have something more substantial to sustain myself on than unsaid words.Â
But I’m cold all the time now. I could sit by the fire for hours, or wrap myself in the thickest clothes I can find but I still feel cold. This is a deeper cold than the biting winds of winter, lingering even as spring comes again. This cold seems to sit in my very bones, detaching me from the warmth of being human. I think the cold has been here a long time. Perhaps all of the After times. Perhaps only since I entered this damn forest.
I know now this is the cold my mother felt. I can never face going home.
This one is mostly SFW, but some parts of the longer work are NSFW
Part 8/8
Antony was different from Mack. His pack seemed to change members more frequently, and though I’d never had any intention of learning names he didn’t seem to know some of them either.Â
In some ways it was easier. I already knew not to talk unless it had some meaning, or to agree with the leader. Things didn’t hurt as much, emotion replaced by a numb cold. There was even another one of Freya’s subjects. I did learn his name, Damion, but I was never quite sure what to make of him. He seemed to be helping Antony of his own will, which stuck me as too strange for me to trust him.
Because in some ways it was harder. Antony’s pack was crueler, with routine fighting matches that left at least one participant bloody and bruised. It was every man for himself at the slightest sign of danger, Antony remaining in charge only by constant growling, and threats, and endless posturing as leader. Each night I placed myself under his hand, hoping it would be enough.Â
And until the night Damion came to steal me away, and bring me to yet another pack, to Hector, it was.
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Hector doesn’t try to touch me. I’m still not sure why. It feels odd, yet again being in unknown territory. I don’t think I want me life to keep shifting.
I’m not feeling constantly sick anymore. Now I have something more substantial to sustain myself on than unsaid words.Â
But I’m cold all the time now. I could sit by the fire for hours, or wrap myself in the thickest clothes I can find but I still feel cold. This is a deeper cold than the biting winds of winter, lingering even as spring comes again. This cold seems to sit in my very bones, detaching me from the warmth of being human. I think the cold has been here a long time. Perhaps all of the After times. Perhaps only since I entered this damn forest.
I know now this is the cold my mother felt. I can never face going home.
Tags: human pet, vague references to abuses of power, vague references to systemic incarceration, teenage girl whumper, teenage girl whumpee, cold-related injuries, obsessive whumper, temperature based punishments, domestic whump
OCs: Miach, Kanako
Summary: Kanako finally begins to settle into her place as Miach's pet
Kanako didn't have a window in the tiny, cramped room that Miach took to keeping her in. Maybe she should have been most bothered by the way the air in that room burned her skin, but what actually upset her the most was not having a window. She missed watching the birds and the sun and the trees. She missed knowing what was going on outside.
It had taken about two months before the darkness and the heat of that room finally bowed her to Miach's will again. That time it wasn't from the sluggish confusion of near death. She made the choice to give in. Miach didn't see her as a human, but she wouldn't be protected if she didn't obey her. Punishments were worse than whatever Miach might demand of her. Every bath Kanako got had either been scalding or freezing, and they both hurt just as badly. Her meals were given to her in bowls on the floor with her hands bound.
Each and every day, Miach gave her a chance to make up. A chance to play nice. For two months, she turned her nose up at each and every opportunity. And then, she decided it wasn't worth it. She wasn't going to be treated like a human no matter what she did. Clinging to her humanity and demanding dignity had gotten her nowhere.
When Miach offered to touch Kanako, she said please. She said thank you.
The first week was tense. Miach didn't trust her. Kanako couldn't blame her. It got better after that, though.
More and more, Kanako was allowed to behave like a person again. Sometimes, Miach even let her say no to things. That was a privilege that was given sparingly.
Other privileges were given far more freely. The privilege to sleep in a bed, outside of that dark and hot room. The privilege to eat at the table. She was even allowed to ask for food anytime she pleased.
Kanako had to remind herself, sometimes, that her small freedoms were worth the humiliation that Miach put her through. Somehow, that got easier as the days went by. Each time she let Miach fawn over her or use her for pleasure, she found herself feeling a little less appalled by it all.
Eventually, Kanako decided that it would be better for the both of them if she tried to properly befriend the woman.
So, before Miach's monthly trip to the town at the foot of the mountain, Kanako would make a request. She asked for the supplies to try and make cookies. She needed Miach's help to find a recipe. Kanako had very few memories of the times she had been free to bake with her mother as a small child, and those memories wouldn't be enough to go off of. The request delighted Miach. That joy made Kanako's stomach turn uneasily, but she smiled along. It was for the best this way. Miach's joy should be her joy.
The times that Miach made her trips into town were the only times that Kanako wasn't free to roam as she pleased now. With the weather beginning to warm up she was collared back to the tree outside. It was a different experience entirely. She had a thick, warm coat and some snow pants, and Miach and helped her get the sleeves of her coat and the legs of her pants tucked into her gloves and boots so she would be warm. It was bright out that day. Sunlight reflected off of the snow, and Kanako got to watch birds hop around.
It was almost pleasant, except for that tight collar around her throat.
When Miach got home she let Kanako free and brought her inside. While Miach put away the groceries and supplies she had gotten, Kanako sipped at a warm cup of tea.
Things were quiet between them. Kanako was trying to be more personable towards Miach, but it was hard. She would take time to warm up to her. This was a step in the right direction, though. The baking went well, and while their cookies were in the oven Miach sat herself in Kanako's lap at the table and kissed her until Kanako was lightheaded.
Miach probably would have gone further, but the oven's timer saved Kanako for just a few more minutes.
"They need to cool, right?" Kanako asked while Miach got the tray out and set it on the stove to rest.
"Yep, they do. These ones are best when you let them set all the way to room temperature. So, that means we have about half an hour," Miach turned an eager grin to Kanako.
Her stomach dropped, but Kanako managed a smile. Miach never seemed to notice how empty her smiles were. "Oh, half an hour. Too bad we can't have any now." She knew she couldn't get herself out of pleasuring Miach, or being pleasured herself, in that time.
"They wouldn't be any good if they were too soft, silly," Miach teased. Even though her words were just a little playful when she taunted like that, they still stung. Kanako didn't remember when she had started to care.
"I guess so," Kanako agreed softly. With that, her attempts to stall things died. Miach urged her up the stairs, and for thirty seemingly-endless minutes Miach toyed with Kanako.
The other woman didn't let her come, but she brought her to the edge of pleasure time and again. She had gotten more fond of doing that. Of trying to make Kanako beg for it.
Kanako's legs trembled when they came back down the stairs. She hoped she would have time to recollect herself before Miach insisted on doing anything else.
Instead of immediately settling into a chair at the table, Kanako went over to the tray of cookies and carefully dislodged one from the parchment paper. She gave Miach the most genuine smile she could muster when she held the little cookie up and asked, "Want to share?"
Miach's eyes lit up, and she came over to Kanako with a soft squeal. "Ohh, yes! Yes I'd love to! I've got an idea!"
Kanako handed the cookie over when Miach went to take it, and she barely managed to keep the smile on her face when Miach placed one edge of the cookie between her lips and then playfully wiggled it up and down at Kanako.
Whether Kanako wanted it or not, this was what she had started. At least it might help their relationship stabilize and grow. Maybe, if she kept doing stupid little things like that with Miach often enough she would start to feel something for the other woman.
She leaned in and took the offered side of the cookie between her teeth. Between the two of them, they were able to snap it in half. Kanako didn't bother using her fingers to hold her half, she just ate the entire piece in one go.
That evening, Kanako would come to find that little gestures like that make Miach pay her even more attention. It was a touch less cruel than normal, though.
This one is mostly SFW, but other parts of the longer work are not.
Part 7/8
At some point I stopped even the pretence of being human. Nothing had ever truly belonged to me, not since the Before times. I could no longer remember having rights.
It wasn’t very often I saw another wolf pack, but I knew there were some around, glimpsed occasionally from across a clearing. Forever at the side of Mack, I was there when he met up with the leader of a different wolf pack, Antony.
“I’ve brought you a gift.” Mack said, pushing me forwards.Â
I managed not to stumble as I was suddenly thrust into the space between the two wolves. Neither of them had come very far into the clearing, preferring to posture at each other from opposite sides. I would have preferred to keep my head down, not draw attention to myself, as usual. Instead I found myself face to face with Antony, who was looking me over with an unsettling mix of hunger and contempt.
“Pretty little thing, I can see the appeal but,” Antony sniffed the air, “no wolf. What use is there for it?” Antony said as he began to circle around me.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something. She knew how to pick out the best firewood even before she came.” I didn’t have to look behind me to know Mack was smirking. “And I’ve taught her well.” I shivered only a little.
Antony stepped back in front of me, extending one finger to lift my chin. “In that case, I’m sure she’ll do for our deal.” His eyes flickered back to Mack, nodding once before he focused again on me. “Come now, little bird, let me see your feathers.”
And with that, something had shifted. As I heard Mack’s footsteps retreat, I fell in step behind Antony, heart racing at this new rearrangement of my life.
But the wolf packs were no longer totally unknown territory. The leader protects me from the others. I must simply keep myself at his mercy alone.
Tags: human pet, vague references to abuses of power, vague references to systemic incarceration, teenage girl whumper, teenage girl whumpee, cold-related injuries, obsessive whumper, biting, rape aftermath (sort of), temperature based punishments
OCs: Miach, Kanako, Shu Fang (mentioned)
Summary: Miach decides on a punishment for Kanako in the afternath of her latest streak of disobedience
At first, the pain had been blinding. Miach couldn't think. She couldn't do anything but scream until the horrible agony on her clit had died down.
Then, she could think, but she couldn't move. Her body was too overwhelmed by the whiplash between such extreme pleasure and such extreme pain.
In those moments, as she lay in a fetal position on the blankets, she began thinking about suitable punishments for what Kanako had done. She had already muzzled the girl for months on end, and it hadn't broken her of that biting habit. She had drugged her, and that had never done much to make her more complaint and docile. The only thing that had showed any sign of working had been the cold. She couldn't do that too often, though. It would be very easy to overdo it. She couldn't kill her pet. She couldn't kill her replacement for Shu Fang.
Kanako had seemed terribly uncomfortable in the bath. Anything hot had seemed to bother her since the near freezing. Maybe her skin was sensitive after the cold.
That was how Miach decided what to do. The cold had worked, so surely heat would too.
When her ears had stopped ringing and her vision had stopped wavering, Miach would haul herself to sit up. Kanako was still on the bed. After all of that, she hadn't tried to get away. Good. Miach could punish her more easily.
"You ungrateful little bitch," Miach huffed out softly as she reached out to grab Kanako by the hair.
"You wanted a bitch... right? Or did you want Shu Fang? Both bite, don't they?" Kanako's voice was quiet. It was one of the first things she had ever said to Miach, and all it was was sass and cruelty.
Miach wouldn't give Kanako an answer. She only dragged her off of the bed by her hair.
It only took Miach the few seconds between the bed and the door to decide where to take Kanako. She wanted somewhere to leave her, just like the tree. Somewhere she could tie her up and let her think things over for a few hours. The bath wouldn't work. The cabin had a lovely little furnace room, though.
Surprisingly, Kanako didn't struggle as Miach hauled her down the stairs and through the house. Good, at least she was learning <i>something</i>.
The furnace room was in the cellar. It vented all of the smoke and the heat through pipes to the rest of the house. That room was sweltering anytime the furnace was going. On her way through the living room Miach had grabbed the handcuffs that she had brought in from the car. They would do nicely.
As soon as they got into the room, Miach saw Kanako grimacing. So, she had been right. The warmth hurt. That was good.
"You're going to stay down here until you learn to behave. I'll let you upstairs to feed you and bathe you, but I think you'll be spending a lot of time down here," Miach closed one cuff around Kanako's left wrist, and then closed the other cuff around one leg of the furnace.
Kanako looked at her with wide eyes, but she didn't argue. Miach didn't know if it was back to the silent treatment or if the girl was properly scared. It didn't really matter, in the end.
Miach had the rest of winter in that cabin to break Kanako of her unruly behavior.
I would consider this one NSFW, and other parts of this series definitely are. Read with caution!
Part 6/8
Once, when I was young, naive and still living at home, I remember a day in the After times when my mother slept in. I had tried to stay awake long enough the night before to see she got home safely, but it had gotten really very late, so I’d eventually had to put myself to bed, fire still going to warm her up when she arrived.
The next morning she was so tired she slept in, far later than she normally would have, even for a Sunday. Back then I had Sundays off from the mill, so I was there when the strange man came. He said he was there for my mother, to which I told him she was just sleeping after her very late night. He glared at me and I think called my mother something extremely rude. But what I remember most was him saying to bite my feelings, and bite my tongue. I can see his eyes now, staring at me through my memory, haunting me across time and space.
If unsaid words and unexpressed feelings are something one can bite, that would imply they were something one can eat. By that metric, my time with Mack was an elaborate feast.
I bit down the bile that threatened to rise every time he touched me, his hands wandering over my arms, my sides, my whole body. I held my tongue when my opinion wasn’t wanted, which was almost always. I made sure to stay beside him each night, stay under his hand where he wanted me.Â
Days turned to weeks turned to months. I think at some point I turned nineteen. All the while I sustained myself on my feast of unsaid words and invisible feelings.
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