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Whumper to Vampire Whumpee getting pierced with Angel Fangs and putting silver jewellery through them so it looks like they have fangs but their bite exclusively affects and hurts vampires due to the silver the jewellery they have in is made of 🤤

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Basement Prequel I

Can read Basement Here!

TWS: WRU mentioned!

The WRU had always felt like some far-off tale to Jamie and his mates. The pet training industry had extended far into many countries but it was concentrated in big cities and not so much the small towns like the coastal town where Jamie and his family lived. He, of course, had heard of human pets before from his peers and the television but his parents always shut down any conversation about them he brought up.

He saw mentions of pets more when he left home to study at his community college. It was a similar situation to his hometown being so close to it, only an hours drive from his parent’s place and the beach he grew up loving, but his peers became increasingly more interested in what influencers and television stars liked and owned, which often included their pets. Jamie had walked past more than one sorority girl fawning over a posted picture of a celebrity’s pet bundled up in brand names to her friends on campus.

It was a usual day for Jamie, he was between terms at his community college and so he spent most of the day at the beach with his surfboard. He was staying at his parent’s place over the holidays and they were used to him returning late with sand stuck to his bare feet and salt water dripping from his curly blonde hair onto their floorboards. His Mum usually scolded him at the entrance but she wasn’t a very firm lady in her corrections and ever since he came home from the holidays, it was clear she was just doing it for old times sake.

His Mum wasn’t at the door or meandering around the place to scold him like usual as he finally entered the house and called out he was home. It struck Jamie as strange, unnervingly so. He couldn’t remember the last time she hadn’t appeared out of thin air or seemed to already be waiting by the door for him.

“Mum?” Jamie called as he crept further into the house, leaning his surf board up against the wall. Had something happened? Jamie reached for one of the shoes on the rack next to the door just incase there was an intruder or something deeper inside and that’s why they weren’t responding. As he slowly inched closer inside with his Dad’s shoe gripped tightly in his hand Jamie instantly went more alert as he heard a choked sob- had his parents fallen or hurt themselves while he was out? They weren’t even that old yet! Surely not…

Jamie paused in the doorway of the living room as he finally found his parents and at the sight of no robbers or beloved parents sprawled injured on the floor, he dropped his dad’s shoe and toed it away as inconspicuously as he could so he wouldn’t be asked why he had it. Jamie’s worries were misplaced however as neither parent turned to look at him as he hovered, their eyes were fixed onto the television screen in front of them.

“Mum? Dad?” Jamie repeated cautiously at their lack of reaction and shuffled closer to the cozy couch he had grown up with and his parent’s tiny TV.

The television was playing something unfamiliar, the news. His parents never watched it, nor did they read the newspaper often, so it was an especially unsettling sight to see them hunched around it. Jamie’s worried gaze drifted from his parents to concentrating on the television screen. Had something bad happened?

No, Jamie realised. The news just played out the announcement of a WRU facility opening up nearby- somewhere between his university and home. Jamie wanted to laugh at his parents dramatic reactions to such a thing- the two had always hated change and progression, but held off on actually doing so due to his parent’s devastated expressions.

His Mother sniffled and Jamie, not wanting to hover over his distressed parents, headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll make some tea” Jamie mumbled as he flicked the kettle on. While the water boiled Jamie’s attention did its best to stay off his parents, he didn’t get why they had reacted like this. Despite having his own beliefs about the news and their overreactions, they had always been there for him and so Jamie would do his best to be there for them too.

If there was one thing Jamie was sure of, it was that they’d always have eachother to rely on.

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Pet: Stay

This from the pet’s POV!

TWs: zombie apocalypse, post apocalyptic world, wru mentions, pet whump, dehumanisation

Pet remembered what it was like before he was a pet. It had been hard, and it had been difficult and he remembered being scared. The outbreak had caused his world to tilt on an axis but even before the outbreak, he had never been the best at surviving. He had lived with their Mother for longer than his peers, he had struggled to find work, he had struggled to make friends.

Pet had lived longer than most his more accomplished peers after the outbreak, back when he was still called Lucas. Back when he was still a person. He wasn’t sure how he had managed it but looking back on the hazy memories, it was because someone had always taken pity on him. Lucas hadn’t been strong or smart, he had just looked sad and pathetic.

That’s what made him a good pet now.

Pet had joined the settlement in hopes of gaining protection from the walkers wandering outside. It was nice to be in a group at first, they had fed him and they had told him not to worry about contributing like the others who had joined at the same time as him. Soon, he was being offered extras from others small plates and eventually he was kneeling at people’s sides, and then just his mistresses. It had happened so incrementally he hadn’t even noticed it had started.

Winter was swiftly approaching and his Mistress had him bundled up in the extra scraps of fabric the settlement had. The settlement treated their pets very well, besides for the occasional punishments. Unlike when he was travelling Lucas’ tummy was never empty and he never had to be scared and his calloused hands were allowed to soften as others worked for him. The residents he recognised enjoyed petting his head when he walked past and they cooed and pinched his cheek whenever he gave them puppy dog eyes.

It was easy to see who was new to the settlement as their eyes lingered on Pet and the others with surprise and nostalgia and often commented to his Mistress, or another’s Master, that they were shocked their settlement still kept pets. Sometimes he could see eyes linger at his wrists searching for a barcode that wasn’t there and Pet always ducked his head in embarrassment at the way he had learnt late what he was always meant to be. Only pets made before the outbreak, trained by the WRU Lucas only very distantly remembered reading pamphlets about, had those identifying tattoos.

This winter they didn’t have very many new newcomers. Mistress had spoken with her friend while petting Pet’s head about how she suspected it was due to the number of survivors decreasing every year- especially ones with no group already to huddle in for safety. Pet was lucky he didn’t have to have those conversations, it was hard to keep up with and he wasn’t sure what the world beyond the settlement’s big walls were like now and no-one expect the pet too.

Pet hadn’t meant to stare but when the largest of the newcomers turned their head to stare right at the inquisitive pet he felt ashamed for having been so obvious. He hoped his Mistress hadn’t noticed his misstep and he hoped the stranger was kind. He couldn’t read the stranger’s dark eyes and could only see his own reflection in their pupil instead of the soul beyond them like his Mistress could.

Unexpectedly the stranger tossed him a piece of bread off their plate and Pet gasped at the unexpected, kind gesture. Pet was usually fed later in the evening by his Mistress and so gratefully ate what he was given. He flinched as he heard his Mistress’ chuckle over top of him and looked down as she spoke to the stranger on pet’s behalf.

“It’s good to see you settling in already, Wren. Isn’t my pet such a dear?” His Mistress’ words were quickly followed by affectionate strokes to his head which Pet leaned into and he let the world around him wash away again.

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Whump Divination Prompt for Day 3:

Sun - Snake - Fish

Whumpee has found a snake in their master’s house. A fellow Whumpee or their master’s friend or house staff, but Whumpee catches them working against their master. Whumpee is left with a dilemma, snitch and risk punishment for acting out, or stay quiet and risk punishment for being too idle.

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Wren: Talk

Second part of this!

TWS: pet whump set in a post apocalyptic world, dehumanisation

Winter had finally come in full swing and had let itself be known by blanketing the inside and outside of the settlement in a thick layer of powdery snow. It had snowed the entire night, and Wren had stood shivering throughout the night as they stood guard atop the wall watching the dark night for shadowed threats or passing groups of Walkers. Wren, as usual, found nothing of the sort and now trudged back through the knee-high snow to get back to the barracks they had kindly been allowed to stay in until the spring.

“Mister”

The voice made them pause and Wren had to resist the knee jerk urge to huff in frustration at the interruption. They wanted nothing more than to collapse in their bunk and get warm enough to sleep off the cold night. Wren’s eyes briefly closed as they let out a sharp exhale, preparing themselves for polite conversation. Wren turned their head to see who it was, their dark hair falling in front of their face and reminding them of how overdue a haircut was. They pushed their snow clumped hair behind their ear and finally spotted who was talking to him.

The pet they saw often at dinner.

Wren had never seen him talk before, they had figured he was one of the ones the handlers trained that out of. A part of Wren thought it would be better if they had, it would have stopped the pet bothering them on their way back anyways. Wren glanced around the white covered settlement to look for his owner but they couldn’t spot her. Wren’s face set in a hard line as they looked back at the pet, who they noticed was barely even dressed for the weather. Their confusion must have been written on their face however as the pet started to speak again.

“‘Mistress is staying with another, can’t I stay with you tonight Mister?” The pet asks, his head tilting downwards as he forces his eyes up to peer up at the much larger person that Wren is in comparison to the pet. Wren wryly mentally acknowledged the act as an attempt at being cute or seductive and found it laughable as their eyes caught the way the pet trembled in the early morning snow.

“Ain’t much of a night left” Wren gruffly replied, ignoring how the seductive expression of the pets shifted into a more disappointed one. So it was the pet coming onto them, didn’t the pet get enough attention from his mistress and the rest of the settlement? “I’m sure that Mistress of yers won’t be happy to see you tryin’ to snuggle up with a stranger” Wren warned, ignoring how the pet’s face fell even further.

Wren stared the pet down and expected him to protest further, but no such things left his mouth. The pet just stood there, trembling in the cold as snow started to build up on his eyelashes, hair and his thin, cable knit sweater. Wren let out a heavy sigh at the pathetic sight.

“Well, a’ight. C’mon on then so you don’t freeze” Wren relented, rolling their eyes as they saw the way the pet’s little face absolutely lit up at the concession. Wren resumed their walk to their barracks and ignored the clumsy footsteps in the snow behind them.

Who knew tossing these pets a bone was like feeding pigeons? Wren hoped the little pet wouldn’t swarm them outside their barracks all the time now.

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Wren Masterlist

Pet whump set in a post apocalyptic world :)

Wren’s POV:

Wren: Stay

Wren: Talk

Lucas’ POV:

Pet: Stay

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Fox’s One-Shot Masterlist!

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Basement Mini Series

Basement

Prequels:

Prequel I

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Wren: Stay

First of a five part series set in a zombie post apocalyptic world where the WRU existed before the outbreak!!!!

Next Part: here

TWS: Zombies mention (not prevalent in this part!), post apocalyptic setting, dehumanisation, mentions of pet whump and typical BBU aspects of that

Wren had never cared much for the WRU and ‘human’ pets. Even before the disease had swept across the country and beyond and with it, had taken most of the ‘pets’ the WRU had created. Walkers weren’t fast, and they weren’t smart but they had heard that often box boys wouldn’t even attempt to run in the first place- like someone had already taught them that trying was a worse fate than death.

Wren wasn’t sure if it was true, but they had no reason to believe it was a lie. Their childhood friend’s family pet had acted just like that. They briefly wondered how their childhood friend was, and whether or not he had survived the outbreak and the five years since then. Wren didn’t wonder what happened to the pet, they didn’t know anything about it and human survival mattered more than a box boys.

Wren had been a lone wolf for most of the last five years. They had watched society crumble around them and the small groups that they had drifted through on their travels always seemed to be attempting to mimic that already long dead social structure and Wren thought each was worse off due to it. Why join a society that they already knew was following in footsteps that led right off a cliff?

Despite their distaste for groups, food had been short with all the old gas stations and supermarkets picked clean and most prey ducking in their burrows for the winter and Wren’s hunger had led them right to one of the few settlements that had successfully cultivated a garden behind some tall walls. To stay was to contribute and Wren had taken up the same mantle they did whenever they stayed, security. Their hands were rough and scarred from years of fighting their own battles and handling guns and taking their turn on watch was a fair trade for a belly full of whatever the others could scrounge up.

This settlement seemed to hold onto the old ways that the WRU had set up and had their own version of box boys and while Wren couldn’t understand why they wanted more mouths to feed, seeing the human-like pets kneel at their masters feet as they waited for scraps painted a particularly nostalgic image to Wren, who had grown up in peace times watching such a thing happen when sleeping over at their friends or on the television. Wren could understand the need for escape that led the pets to sign up for such a thing as well, more so than they understood before the outbreak.

Maybe all the time by themselves had just made them soft however, as when a pet’s wide eyes fell on them Wren offered them a scrap from their own rationed plate instead of shooing them away like they should of. They were just staying until the end of winter, not long enough for the wide-eyed thing to become attached anyways. What was the harm in indulging it?

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Whump Divination Prompt for Day 2:

House - Cross - Bouquet

How does Whumpee show their love and devotion to their whumper? How does whumpee show their gratitude for the roof over their head, has their mind been twisted so they show it willing or does whumper have to force them?

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Hi guys!! :3 I wanna start doing a little whump prompt of the day based on my divination card pulls! Here’s today’s!

Whump Divination Prompt for Day 1:

Ship - Stork - Woman

How was the transportation to pet whumpee’s forever home? Were they delivered on a truck? Or were they especially imported from an international facility by ship or plane? Was the transport smooth? Or was it bumpy? How did their Mistress, or Master, take their delivery? Were they excited, or have they had so many pets delivered the delivery folk know them by now?

Does Whumpee still think of the transport even after they’ve been delivered to their new home?

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Whump One-Shot

Tw: Whumpee, dehumanisation, BBU setting, pet Whumpee, captivity, implied sexual abuse

Pet had always lived in these dark four walls its owner calls a basement. It sometimes remembers briefly the blinding bright room of the training facility as well, but it hadn’t lived there. It and every pet who floated through the facility knew that it was a temporary hell that one had to bear before they found their forever homes. Pet didn’t remember a time before the training facility and everytime it tried its head hurt and ached and it recalled its handler telling it that the before didn’t matter and didn’t exist.

Pet shakes off those thoughts, and any sleepiness still clinging to its drowsy form. It rises from the mattress it’s allowed to sleep on. The mattress smelled of mildew and was only slightly softer than the cold concrete that it laid on. Pet still recalled the day it was brought down to ease the strain on its owner when she deigned to use him for the purpose he was bought for. It had been a while since then, there was always ups and downs in its owners marriage and it only saw her for more than dinner time when it was down.

There was little else down in the basement except for the mattress and the stairs leading up into… into… Pet doesn’t recall what the top of the stairs was called anymore. Whenever the door resting at the very top swung upon all their eyes could see was this ray of blinding light. Pet’s eyes always struggled to keep open looking up at it, tears would bead up in its lash line as it stared right into it until the door once again swung closed. The light reminded them of a salty smell, like their mistress’ sweat or something hovering just past the memory of antiseptic and sterile white walls. Pet always had to remind themselves that whatever laid further didn’t exist.

Pet had been taught how to sit idle and wait, to stare into the distance and find something interesting in the way the world would blur around them but even that got boring when it was all it had to do. It didn’t remember how to count, so it had named every ceiling beam and it would whisper each beams name to itself to occupy its time. Today it walked around the basement to try and see if there was something more that it hadn’t found the last.. last forever times it had walked around it’s home.

Staircase, rat trap, wall, mattress, wall, wall, wall, staircase, rat trap, wall, mattress, wall, window, wall, staircase, rat tra-

Window?

Pet didn’t know what that was or why that had jumped to its mind. It headed back to the wall next to their mattress and stared at the solid wall of concrete and ran his soft fingers over the endless sea of gray.

Sea

Was that what it was on the tip of his tongue? Beyond the aftertaste of antiseptic and poison? It can’t remember what that was but it makes his heart ache. Ache more than the bruises it had gotten back in training, ache more than it’s body and back did sleeping on the mattress… but this ache made him feel more complete, unlike how aches usually made him feel. The word sea tasted like the blinding light at the top of the staircase he stared into until all he could see was that light, it tasted like it’s mistresses sweat but with none of the shame.

His fingers traced in a rectangle along the hard wall for reasons he himself couldn’t understand. Pet tries to think of what this sea would be beyond the solid concrete. But its mind blanks out. They can hear the voice of their former handler again parroting ‘it doesn’t matter, there was no before it doesn’t exist’.. but which was it really? Did it not exist? Or did it just not matter?

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Whump One-Shot

Tw: Implied former child actor Whumpee, dehumanisation, BBU setting, pet Whumpee

There is a man on the TV that wears this pets face.

His owner loves him, every night when his owner comes home and she sits down on the couch and sweeps him into her loving arms the TV plays the same movie. This pet is always quiet and always nuzzles up to her, as he’s learnt she likes, and she giggles at him every time he glances up when the TV calls his name. He doesn’t understand why the stranger plays out his life, he doesn’t understand how he even knows it. Nonetheless, the pet is glad he does as his owner looks so happy whenever they watch it. He is only a silly, dumb pet and he knows he is happiest when his owner thinks for him.

He wonders if the man on TV has the same maintenance as him every morning, if he has to wake up hours before his owner to put the right makeup on and to apply the glitter to his face, or if the man on the TV is a better pet than him, and it comes naturally to him. Sometimes she watches a show with the same imposter that doesn’t take place on faraway plains framed by dragons, it takes place in a darker room where he’s questioned by various people and they call him by a different name. Whumpee doesn’t understand the appeal, the setting reminds him of the facility, the name makes his head hurt and afterwards his owner looks away from the round-cheeked stranger and looks disappointingly down at his own sharper features. He never would voice these feelings to his owner, he is a good pet and he knows how to behave.

Whumpee knows he is a very good pet because he was very expensive, his owner’s father tells him so whenever he visits. When the two are alone, he growls it at him and whenever he and his beloved owner attend parties it’s to show him off. Strangers often call him by the name his impersonator wears in that dark room but he knows that isn’t the right name. He knows he is Whumpee, and he came through a big white portal to come to their world. The WRU found him, saved him and told him and so he knows that it is true. He has said it to himself a thousand times, and the past they recounted to him is the only one he remembers.

He wouldn’t want to be his impersonator anyway. In that dark room they had asked him if he had ever wanted to be a pet after working with one on a ‘movie set’, and he had laughed and said no. His owner’s father always chuckled at that line, and Whumpee also knew it was silly and always laughed along with him. Who wouldn’t want to be a pet? He was happy and loved and he didn’t have to be anything he wasn’t.