Content: giant/tiny, nonsexual nudity, dressing/posing/handling like a doll, ptsd, fear, swearing, being kept against their will, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, power dynamics, baby talk, ableism, selective mutism, slight bullying, being filmed (lmk if i missed any)
Pov: Hamster
Poll Winner: Pirate and Mermaid
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Today is the day Ashley wanted Soap to model with you. She didn’t mention what the theme would be yet, and when she puts you on the counter where the props are set up you can only gaze in wonder at the chest full of gold coins, silks, and jewels. It's as big as your cage, and you have to crane your neck to try to see the top of it.
There are wooden paneled walls put up around the set, presumably so Soap has nowhere to try to make a run for it. You look around while Ashley goes to retrieve Soap Scrub. The costumes are there in two piles and you pick up a random scarf to look at while you wait.
Ashley comes back and places Soap’s shaking frame in front of you. When he doesn’t move she nudges him in the back with her finger, causing a yelp from him.
She’s scaring him.
You have to protect him from her! she’s made her point already. You frown at her and put your arms around Soap protectively, looking up at her with disapproval.
He’s warm, and still trembling. You tighten your grip and it's clear on Ashley’s face that she gets the message. Ashley bites her lip and looks away from you. That’s right, she would never upset you. You can stop her from scaring your friend.
Soap doesn’t hug you back, nor does his shaking settle. You can feel him looking around for a place to run or hide. Of course Ashley blocked off all exits so you’re not worried about that.
Slowly you let go of him, glance at Ashley who has backed off, and take his hand to guide him to his costume. He numbly and stiffly follows you.
Now that you’re standing next to him you can see that he’s about a head taller than you. It makes your heart flutter for some reason. Not like the humans who tower in comparison, just a bit taller but still your size. You smile at him to reassure that you’ve got him. He’s safe with you.
His nerve returns when you hand him his clothes, and his face twists up as if holding back a rude remark. His sour eyes say it all, and he doesn’t take them from you.
You push the fabrics into his arms, and when he pushes you back without a word Ashley clears her throat from above you both.
Soap nearly jumps out of his skin, snatching the costume out of your hands at lightning speed. Suddenly it's like he’s racing a clock, keeping an eye on Ashley’s hands and face while he tries to figure out how this costume works.
You’re ready to help him if he needs it, and wait patiently for him to get dressed, in what looks like a pirate costume. He struggles with some of the extra fabrics, unsure where they fit but so far he has baggy brown pants with rips above his ankles with a long shaggy grey jacket with no sleeves.
When Ashley instructs him on what to do with the extra cloth he jumps and looks just about to cry. You want to go comfort him more, but Ashley scoops you in that second to help you get into your own costume.
“You’re going to be the cutest tiny mermaid!” She kisses your face, and presents you with a shimmering orange and green mermaid tail that slips on over your legs. “You won’t be able to walk with this, so mummy has to help you with it, ‘kay?”
You don’t answer because there's no need. She’s already helping you into it, along with tape to cover your bare chest. She shifts your hair over the tape to make it look like it's naturally covering any private areas, and mists your hair with water.
She squeals at how cute you are and sets you down on top of the pile of treasure. Some of it tumbles down to the floor with a sharp clatter, and you don’t move in fear of falling. Ashley takes your glasses off, and the house is back to the familiar blurriness it always has been. You can still see where Soap Scrub is though, and you squint at him.
Ashley is pointing and telling him to fix his costume, and before long he’s being guided towards the treasure chest to stand close to you. You can’t tell if he’s shaking but you can only assume he’s still on edge about the whole thing. Even if he got plenty of warning throughout the week.
When Ashley shines lights on you two, you really become blinded, so you let her physically pose you how she wants for each photo. She doesn’t touch Soap at all which is a relief because you know that's what he’s really scared of.
At one point Ashley tells Soap to climb up the coins towards you, and when he says he doesn’t want to she reaches for him as if to grab him. He scrambles away from her, and angrily shouts at her. “Alright! Alright. I’ll do it, don’t fucking touch me.”
You’re flabbergasted and your jaw drops but he’s crawling towards you. He’s slowly getting clearer, and he looks so, so handsome. You lean towards him with a big smile, one that he doesn’t return, and then the coins slip from under his hand.
The first coin causes the second to slip, then the one above that, and now you’re slipping off of the top of the pile with them. Everything falls with you, and kindly enough, Soap is the one that catches you when you fall towards him.
Your breath hitches initially but once you’re able to suck air in you cry in fear. Even though it was a very slow, very anticlimactic, very short fall, it still made your heart skip a beat and your limbs freeze up. Your arm throbs with phantom pain from when it was broken, and you cling onto Soap for dear life, crying from shock.
“Whoa, ugh. It's okay, Hamster. Stop crying,” Soap says, and pushes you off of him gently to sit up. He definitely looks uncomfortable but he lets you keep holding his hands. Until Ashley’s giant hand gets close, then he makes a break for it, and jumps a foot away from you.
Ashley picks you up, and presses you close to her chest. “I’m so sorry honey bunny, was that scary? I would never let you get hurt again. You’re safe, it's okay. I got some good shots. How about we stop for today. How does that sound?” She completely ignores Soap Scrub and wipes your tears away with her soft finger.
She puts you back into shorts and a tank top, but she keeps holding you against her chest while she cleans up. Her heart hammers against your cheek, and you close your eyes, relaxing until she puts you back into your cage for the night. By then you’re calm again, and thrilled to go talk to Soap Scrub once Ashley goes to bed. You want to know what he thought about the whole photoshoot. He probably hated it, but you’d like to hear his thoughts anyway.
Ashley is watching the news, and you dully listen to it while laying on your back. Something about pet liberation, but you don’t care enough to understand it, it's boring.
Ashley shows you some of the pictures before she goes to bed and you’re happy to see how beautifully they turned out. Soap’s grumpy demeanor actually played into the role quite well, and you do look beautiful with the shimmering tail. You’re excited to hear about the comments you get when Ashley posts them.
Once Ashley’s in bed you happily climb out of your cage, keeping well away from the counter ledge, and rush to where Soap lives.
He’s expecting you, and already leaning against the bars to greet you. “Don’t you ever get sick of her talking to you like you’re a baby?”
You shake your head with a smile, and give him a chocolate chip. He deserves a reward for participating today.
“Thanks,” he says flatly. “Do you know what conditioning is? If you looked it up in a dictionary your face would be there.”
You don’t really, but you do know he’s being rude so you roll your eyes. You don’t care about his questions. You want to know what he thought of the whole thing.
You point at him.
“Right, because I can totally understand what you’re asking right now,” he retorts. He bites his lip while looking down and gets more serious. “Were you listening to the news earlier? I wonder if it's real… You know, people breaking into places to ‘rescue’ pets. Maybe they’d help me, or maybe they’d just make things worse. Who knows…”
You’re shocked at his dialogue and shake your head in horror. You do NOT want that to happen.
“Hamster, if you let me out you could come with me you know. You don’t have to stay here with her… I know you love her, but it's messed up. People don’t belong in cages. I don’t belong in a cage. I don’t want to be someone's doll. I don’t want her touching me all the time. I don’t want her making money off me, and dressing me, and taking away my freedom. Fuck, she doesn’t even like me.” He laughs out of reflex, and says, “With you it’s different. She’s nice to you, but she’s using you.”
You feel bad. He still hasn’t adjusted it seems, and besides, he had a point. Ashley isn’t as nice to him for some reason, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to lose your only friend. You can’t let him go, at least, not yet, not while you’re confused and conflicted. Besides, Ashley is nice to you, and Soap is usually a jerk, so really why would you want to go with him?
You shake your head sadly and look away from him. You need time to think about all of this. Maybe someday you would like to explore the world, but not today. Not when Ashley still needs you. You couldn’t imagine breaking Ashley’s heart like that. Not in a million years. Still, the thought of people coming in to ‘rescue’ you has you a bit shaken. Especially if they wanted to hurt Ashley in the process. You will have to actually start paying attention to the news before making any sort of decision.
“Alright then.” Soap sounds done with trying to convince you. One last thing he mumbles before you leave for bed is, “You looked good in your costume today by the way…”
You absolutely beam at the compliment and wave goodbye at him for the night. You think about everything while you swing in your hammock. If Soap was around for so long before Ashley found him, you wonder if more tinies will ever show up. The thought both excites you and scares you.
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What will finally happen?
Ashley goes missing, leaving you both stranded. Find a way to both escape.
Stay living with Ashley. It’s not so bad after all.
Soap convinces Hamster to run away with him eventually.
Soap escape without Hamster. She’s perfectly happy as a pet.
Other tinies come and rescue Soap, and convince Hamster to come with them.
Pet liberation storms the house and rescues Soap and Hamster.
Content: Food mention, being trapped, emeto mention (in passing), infection mention (in passing), bugs, selective mutism and description of having a breakdown over it. Pet trope, giant/tiny, angst. Let me know if I forgot any.
Pov: Hamster
Poll winner: (People sent in questions)
ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT!!
Info dump chapter we love to see it :)) also If you have any requests for the ending send them to me because im planning to end the story soon!
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“I know you don’t talk but… Can you talk? I mean physically. What's stopping you? Were you trained not to, or took a vow of silence, or what?” That is the first question Soap asks you, which catches you by surprise as you finish eating the last piece of grape.
You breathe in deep, getting lost in thought on how you could possibly answer him. It's not that you can’t physically talk if you need to but… Something always stops you when you try. Like a wall that you can’t climb over, blocking your voice and closing your throat up. It makes your chest hurt and your cheeks blaze hot. Even now when you think of vocalizing an answer your head spins and the urge to run away pulses in your legs.
“Uhh, touchy subject or what?” Soap snaps you out of the panic and you’re startled by his voice.
Or maybe it is that you can’t physically talk, seeing as how when you try, the urge to throw up is greater than the urge to say a simple word. You cover your mouth with a plump hand and shake your head vigorously. Maybe he’ll stop asking about it and you can happily stop trying to answer him.
“Okay...” He sounds unimpressed, like he doesn’t believe you.
In an attempt to change the subject you ask him a question next, choosing an equally invasive one at that. You point at his doll leg, and tilt your head.
Soap sighs, leaning against the bars of his enclosure, but he does answer, “I was bit by a bug and it got infected. End of story. Sorry to disappoint, it wasn't a cat attack or anything fun like that.”
Your eyes go wide, finding a new found fear of bugs. If any ended up in your cage you would simply pass away. Your body shivers the feelings out of you, and you point at his hair next. It's short now…
Soap scoffs, “Your owner is to thank for that. Thanks a fucking lot, Ashley!” He yells in a random direction, which is funny because Ashley isn’t even here. You cover your smile with your hands, knowing he wasn’t trying to be humorous even if it came off that way.
“Well? Got any more snacks?” He asks, “I’m stuck with these stupid dry pellets. Does she know that's not food? She’s trying to kill me in here.”
You doubt that Ashley is trying to kill him, since she promised you that you could keep him as a new friend. You’ll happily give him more snacks, especially if that’ll make him happy! You smile and nod, leaving him again for several minutes to go back to your food dish to scavenge.
You come back with an armful of finds, offering him a carrot slice, and some cheerios. You smile away at him as he gingerly takes them, finding him a lot less scary when he’s stuck in his enclosure. He can’t hurt you in there, and your dreams came true! You have a friend your own size now.
Soap asks you another question while breaking the cheerio into more manageable pieces. “Is your name really Hamster? Like, that's the name you were born with? I somehow doubt that…”
Your eyebrows crease, finding it odd how suspicious he is of you. His name is SOAP for heaven’s sake! You nod and shrug. Any name you had beforehand was just a placeholder. Hamster is your name now that's all that matters. You ask him the question back by pointing at him, hoping he’ll get the gist.
“My name?” He asks.
Oh good, he understood.
“Of course it's my real name. Soap Scrub. I was named that because I slept in a soap dish as a baby. You wouldn’t know, but it’s a traditional way of naming in our culture. Or maybe you would- Hamster because you live in a hamster cage.” Now he thinks he’s humorous and smirks at you.
You don’t get the joke, because it's true and makes sense. You just nod. It's cool learning about Tinies culture. You sit down criss-cross on the counter so you can listen to him more, resting your hands on your chin.
“Where did you even come from?” Soap’s question has underlining skepticism, and he rattles out a few options for you to say yes or no to. “Were you captured like me?”
You shake your head. Feeling kind of bad for him.
“Alright. I wouldn’t expect you to understand why I’m so pissed then,” he huffs. “Let's see. Born into the family? Ashley’s family I mean. Obviously.”
You shake your head again. Trying to picture Ashley as a little kid. Would she have been a kid when you were? You don’t know how old anyone is so you guess it doesn’t really matter.
“Bought at a… Pet store?” Soap lowers his voice, his shoulders squared with discomfort.
You suppose that's a good enough answer, even if the truth is warped a bit. You nod. You came from Ashley’s work at a pet facility!
“God…” Soap shifts uncomfortably and looks away from you for a minute. He seems drained from this question game. You’re not, however, and wave at him so you can ask him the same thing back. Pointing at him yet again with a hopeful smile.
“Where did I come from?” His voice is strained and he brushes back his lack of hair. “Somewhere normal. A normal family, a normal life, something you wouldn’t understand.”
He is trying to hurt your feelings. You just don’t understand why. You frown at him with a pouty lip.
“Don’t give me that. You’re clearly not locked up, so why do you stay with her? Are you scared of her? Now that you can see you don’t have to be stuck with her. I could… We could leave… Together if you wanted. If you help me out of here.”
He is trying to bait you, but his words hold a sort of desperation that struck a chord. You love Ashley. It would break her heart if you left her. You couldn’t. You shake your head in defiance and turn away from him. Maybe this conversation is over. You should go back to your cage and leave him alone.
Just as you get up and start to walk away he yells after you, “Wait! Please-“
Then his voice lowers “I… I’m sorry. Don’t leave. I wanted to ask a few more questions… About tonight.” It’s clear in his tone that he’s scared. Maybe you’re not scared of Ashley, but he is.
You give him another chance and walk back, waiting to hear him out.
“Do you think she’ll make me do the photoshoot with you?”
Ashley mentioned it before, so it makes sense that she would want to include him, but you’re not entirely sure if tonight is the night so you shrug. After all, the photoshoots slowed down when you had the cast on, and right now he’s covered in bandages. Still, you can’t promise anything.
“Have you ever refused to do it?” His eyes are testing. Hopefully he isnt thinking of trying his hand at saying no to her. Ashley isn’t as forgiving with him…
You have indeed refused to do them before, when you weren’t feeling well, but Ashley is always nice to you. You doubt the same results would show for Soap Scrub.
Tentatively you nod your head.
“And she let you?”
You nod your head.
His brows crease. “Do you even like doing them? She’s playing with you like a doll…”
You nod again after a pause at the strange retort. You love being a model! It’s so much fun, and beats being bored in your cage all day.
He’s nervous and you don’t blame him. Though you’re unsure how to ease his nerves, so you sit with him and answer any questions you’re able to until Ashley comes home. Its then you go back to your cage so she’s not worried when she comes in.
Ashley greets you and Soap when she comes into the kitchen, but otherwise leaves you alone until after dinner when its time for the photoshoot.
Miraculously, Ashley doesn’t force soap into the shoot. She only has him watch so he can see what they’re like and what to expect.
Its not for another week or two that she proposes the idea, and by then Soap has seemed to have accepted his position, from what you can tell. He’s less terrified over all, or hiding it better.
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What theme should the photoshoot be?
Prince and Princess
Pirate and mermaid
Doctor and Nurse
Fairies
Generic Dolls
High Fashion
Devil and Angel
Food Themed
General G/t themed
Voting ended onAug 5, 2024
Gonna try clumping my taglist lmk if theres any issues please!
Content: Giant/tiny, being handled, dressing/washing, cages, captivity, food mention, healing wounds, pet trope, solitary confinement, ableism, mobility aid being withheld (prosthetic leg), power dynamics, selectively mute whumpee, female cast, dissociation/fear, (let me know if I missed any)
Pov: Soap Scrub
Poll winner: Be cleaned up, talk to hamster, be moved to main room
ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT!
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“Are you ready to cooperate?” Ashley’s shrill voice pounds into your head as you wince at the sudden bright lights, even through all of the fluff you’re under. Slowly you dig yourself out of the bedding to face her.
You have no idea how long you were left alone in the cold, dark room, but you’re filthy, sore, and starting to go insane from basically being kept in solitary confinement for who knows how long. You hate to admit that you’re relieved to see another face, even if it's hers. You sigh heavily in defeat, knowing it won’t work, but you try the spiel anyway out of an obligation to stick up for yourself. “Look lady. You have to let me go-“
“No.” Ashley cuts it short with her arms crossed. “Do you want to stay in here for another week alone, or are you ready to cooperate?”
Quivering in anger you speak through your teeth. “Yes. Okay, yes I am.” You couldn’t handle another week alone in the dark like this with nothing to do.
“Wonderful.” She claps her hands gently.
The human is asking what you want to do, and giving you options, but somehow you doubt many of them are really going to be your choice in the end. She’s talking about how it's time to change your bandages, and how she needs to fix you up if you’re going to do model work.
The next thing she does is pick up the cage with you in it, shifting the floor beneath you, and you have to put your good hand against the bars to brace yourself.
Looking down towards the floor does you no favors while the cage sways in Ashley’s arms. You close your eyes and ignore the churning in your stomach, almost lurching backwards when the cage is set down on the kitchen counter.
Now Ashley is going to grab you again, pull on your limbs, threaten you with the weight of her fingers. Your heart beats harder in your chest and your vision tunnels. You can’t take a deep enough breath.
There's nowhere to escape her hand when she opens the cage door, and she grabs you with a gardening glove on so you can’t even bite her or fight back in any way. Fear paralyzes you, and her grip is too tight to try to wiggle away. You completely freeze, and dignity is thrown out the door when you start crying. Dissociation numbs your body and turns your mind into mud. Everything is a distant blur while she handles you.
The bandages are removed, and after a wash, you’re relieved to see your wounds are healing as they’re supposed to. The skin is knitting back together with lumpy scabs that itch along your arm and legs. You watch numbly as she bandages your limbs back up, as if you’re a puppet on strings, or more realistically, a doll that she’s playing with.
“You need a haircut.” The dreaded words leave her lips and the thought of human size scissors snipping around your face makes your blood run cold.
”C-Can I do it myself? Please?” You actually look up at her huge face attempting to make blurry eye contact, blinking away stray tears from earlier.
“How would you do that?“ Ashley scoffs, her blue eyes piercing a glare.
“T-There’s a knife in my bag.”
Ashley laughs. “You want me to give you a knife?“
Your cheeks warm and your mouth starts moving before you process the thought. “I’m the size of your thumb, and have no fucking leg. What do you expect me to do with a sliver of metal?!” The rush of defiance has you breathing heavily, and you brace to be slammed into the floor of the sink.
Ashley certainly looks mad, but she takes a deep breath. “Fine,“ she says.
Before you know it, you’re being granted a pocket sized vanity mirror in the sink with you, and given your knife back, just until you are done with it.Your hands are shaking, and one of them is still hard to move with the bandaged wounds.
You stifle a sob when you see your reflection, but manage to hold it together. You look worse than you imagined. Your skin is clammy, with dark circles under your eyes and dark stubble starting to grow from your chin. Your hair is hideously sticking up all over the place and completely uneven in length.
Gingerly you start cutting away the longer strands in an attempt to even it out. Black chunks of hair fall around you and scatter around the silver floor. The back of your neck is cold with goosebumps and when you’re done, you throw your weapon across the sink for the giant hand to pluck away from you.
Dread eats away from the inside when she pinches the knife away like a crumb, and you force your voice steady. “Can I have my leg back now?” That was the deal, and now was the time to see if she was good on her word.
Ashley agrees, and hovers the doll leg just above you, and when you try to grab it, she pulls it up out of your reach. “Be nice,” she warns when you scowl at her, and lowers it back down. You yank it out of her fingers and hug it protectively. She tsk’s but turns her back to go do something else.
“Mommy has to go to work now so be good while I’m gone, and I’ll set up a photo shoot when I get back.” Ashley isn’t talking to you anymore. She’s holding Hamster and giving her kisses. Your lip curls in disgust, and you use this time to pull your leg on as fast as possible.
The human’s back before you can stand, hovering over you, always flexing her power. She grabs you before you’re ready, causing you to yelp in alarm, and then puts you back into your cage. Dread weighs on you at the thought of being put back into that dark room. Except she doesn’t do that. Instead, she places your cage onto the kitchen counter by Hamster’s.
Ashley’s huge blue eyes peer between the bars at you. “Behave while I'm gone. I’ll know if you try anything, little boy,” She threatens.
Just like that, she’s gone, and probably won't be back until the end of the day.
The room is dead quiet. No TV on today, just a soft humming of electronics, and the sound of a car or two driving by the house.
Hamster’s cage is just across the counter and you stumble past the bedding that Ashley put in yours to see if you can spot the pet from here. To your surprise, Hamster is outside of her cage and standing directly in front of yours, face to face with you. Shocked, you gawk at her for a second before you run your mouth with a snide comment. “Good job not falling off the counter again. You know, since I’m not there to save you this time.” You scowl deeply at her. “What do you want?”
Hamster just stares at you, smiling away.
You guess she’s over being upset that you threatened her before. Maybe she forgot already. Maybe she’s too dumb to hold a grudge.
“Hello?” You wave. “Can you understand me?”
Hamster blinks back into reality, and nods her head while stroking an armful of her orange hair.
“Can you open the door to this cage?” You ask and point over to the door. The girl's eyes go wide, looking at the padlock on the bars, and she shakes her head no.
You bite your tongue, screaming internally and go closer to her. Forcing yourself to stay calm. You can’t afford to scare her off. “Maybe you can find a tool for me?”
Hamster shakes her head again and frustration snaps an angry growl out of you. God, she’s actually useless.
”What can you do?” You spit out. “You know you owe me! I saved your life back then.”
Hamster's eyebrows crease in a small frown and she walks off for a while, coming back with a sliced grape. She offers it to you.
With a deep sigh you take it and sit in the fluff. “Thanks,” you mumble. It sure beats dried pellets, and the juicy flavour is the best experience you’ve had all week.
Another several minutes go by without a word and the awkward silence is killing you. Is this really going to be how the rest of the day turns out?
Maybe it would be best to gain her trust after all… Get on her good side so she’ll be more inclined to help you. Pretend to be her friend, ask her questions, tell her a little about yourself. Anything to pass the time, really.
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I'm trying something different for these poll options this chapter. Feel free to send me questions via comments or ask box that you want soap to ask or talk about and I’ll include some into the next chapter. If you don’t have anything to ask, you can vote on whatever you want to see happen regardless!!
Soap what are you going to talk about?
Send questions to ask Hamster
Send things Soap wants to talk about
Send a different topic to talk about
Don’t say anything to her, ignore her for the rest of the day
Do something else completely (Send comment or ask specifying)
Assigned partners will be sent to dm’s, inbox, or email in the first week of April 2024. Keep your partner a secret until posting day.
Post the art to your blog on May 1st and tag it #whump_art_exhange_2024 as well as tagging the person you made it for and tagging the blog @whump-art-exchange.
Content: CYOA format, poll options, Female cast, being spied on, hidden cameras, overstimulation/ overwhelmed, fear, pet trope, giant/tiny, cages, dubious handling/ dressing, doll house play, selective mutism, poor vision, (let me know if I missed any?)
Pov: Hamster, then switched to Ashley for the poll.
Poll winners: Take her to bed with you to sleep, and set up a nanny cam.
ART, WRITING, and POLLS UNDER THE CUT
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Ashley takes you into another room to look for something, and you can feel her reaching around in a drawer with her spare arm. She’s pressing you against her chest in a protective hold, and for a second you feel safer from the tiny man. She finds the little black box, and carries it beside you. Close enough that you can make out the incognito lens on it. You have no idea what it is, and brush off the confusion with the fact that you simply do not care about what she’s doing. She places it on top of the fridge, and fiddles on her phone for what feels like forever.
Finally she spouts a small, “Aha, got it set up!!” Then takes you to the bathroom to do her nightly routine. She tries to put you down again and when you cling to her finger she tuts, “Hon, I’m right here. Don't worry, I'm not leaving you. I can’t keep holding you, you have to let go.” Her voice is soft, and you have no choice but to trust her.
You let go and feel a cushioning underneath you. The walls of your enclosure are made out of wicker. You’re in a picnic basket. Alone. Your breathing quickens until you hear Ashley’s voice still close to you with running water in the background.
Eventually Ashley lifts up the whole basket and takes you to her bed. “Don’t worry my girl, I’m right here. Did a mouse try to get into your cage or something? Or was it just a bug that scared you? Are you scared of falling again…?”
You shake your head slightly, and Ashley gets understandably more concerned. As she should be! She assures you again that you are safe and that the basket is to keep you even more safe so she doesn’t crush you or have you fall off the bed.
All the reassurance seeps into your skin and finally your nerves calm enough to drift off into a restless sleep.
The next day Ashley dresses you up into a frilly lolita dress with fabrics that fall over one shoulder to cover your cast. “We’re going to get you a gift today, Love,” she says while pushing you into your carrier travel case. It straps around her shoulder, and she takes you into town in it. The case is transparent but you can only see blurs of light, and hear the overwhelming sounds of busy city life. People can definitely see you however, and you’re complimented on how cute you are over a million times by strangers.
Ashley goes into an office of sorts, and takes you out to hold you, showing you off to another person. The two talk for a long time about glasses, fittings, and other things you drown out from the conversation. Until finally you’re being placed on the counter to do a few vision tests. After that Ashley pulls a pair of goggle type glasses over your eyes, and you close them while she adjusts it around your head. She takes a picture of you for her blog as soon as you open your eyes, and holds the phone out to you.
You can see it… You can see clearly. You can see everything! It’s like magic!
You can see the screen, the picture of yourself looking bewildered with your new glasses. You can see Ashley’s blog for once with all of the photos of you on it. Without hesitating you push your whole hand against her screen to make the pictures scroll quickly, seeing all of the model work you have done for her over the past few months. You’re beautiful… It causes your cheeks to flush and you smile for the first time in days. Giddiness rises in your chest.
“That's you!” Ashley chimes and pockets her phone. “My sweet angel, we’ll have to thank your fans later for helping me out. Maybe a cute photoshoot with your new glasses-“ She rattles on while she plucks you off the counter. Now that you can see her, you notice the star shaped stickers on her face, along with scabbed up blemishes that aren’t covered. When she talks her front teeth show, and her eyelashes are longer than your arm, you’re sure of it. You gaze at her face for as long as you can before being placed back into the carrier.
The ride home is too overwhelming with your new vision, plus the sounds, and jolts of the carrier bouncing off Ashley’s hip, so you close your eyes tightly until you get back home to be let out. You’ve almost forgotten about that scary boy, and go into your cage without a fuss. A yawn escapes you as you look down at the fluff surrounding you. It looks soft, and comfortable. Perfect to curl up in now.
You startle when Ashley gasps, and to your surprise you can actually see her from across the room for once. She’s staring at her phone in disbelief. On the screen is an image of the dark haired boy who threatened you before.
He’s been found out… He’s really going to kill you now.
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Ashley what do you do about the little man?
Show Hamster the picture and ask if he scared her before or if she knows him.
Set up sticky traps around the house and around the cage to try to catch him.
Go to a friend's house and hire someone to catch him while you’re away.
Call someone to catch him for you professionally, but stay at your place.
Talk to the walls and warn him to leave immediately before you force him to.
Leave the nanny cam up. Pretend you saw nothing so you can spy on him.
Voting ended onSep 21, 2023
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And what should you do with Hamster for the next few days?
Hamster is a palm sized girl who is kept as a pet by a bubbly human named Ashley. Ashley is often at work during the day, leaving Hamster in her small cage for hours at a time with very little to do. Hamster gets lonely while Ashley’s gone, and wishes she could meet someone her own size so they can become real friends. Little does she know, someone is already watching her from inside the house.
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Masterlist:
1. Caged
2. Brush
3. Hide
4. Defend
5. Sling
6. Clean
7. Vet
8. Threat
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Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, dubious handling (moving, dressing, posing), selective mutism, poor vision without glasses, food mention, doll house play, female cast, broken bones, negative animal encounter, ableism,
Don't be scared to ask me to tag anything I missed. If anyone wants to blacklist this story I will tag it as “hamster interactive story”
Content: Medical care, implied needle and medical drugs, broken bones, hospital and vet setting, poor vision, panic attack, emeto mention implied, dubious handling, dehumanization, pet trope, Giant/tiny, female cast, cages, being watched, money stress, selective mutism,
Pov: Ashley, then switches to Hamster for the poll.
Poll Winner: Rush Hamster to the emergency vet
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You can’t handle seeing her like this. She’s burning in your hands, and you’re already reaching for your pink jacket. It doesn’t matter if you have to work full time at both your jobs for the next year, she has to go to the vet.
You can do your makeup in the car.
You hold her against you, and feel her squirming to try to get more comfortable in your hand. “Shh shh it’s ok, its ok, shh,” you keep shushing her as you swaddle her in a blanket on your lap to keep her safe while driving.
The vet isn’t busy yet thankfully, and you’re able to get her in before half the day is gone. “We’re going get you allll fixed up Sweet-Pea.” You reassure Hamster in a whisper to the blankets she’s hiding under, and hold it close to you. It’s covering your pyjama bottoms so people can’t notice your lack of tight jeans so easily…
The doctor working on the floor today is Dr. Reese, and you recognize him from your job. When you unravel the small heap of blanket to reveal Hamster, she visibly cowers under the bright lights, and pulls her hair over herself. This makes Reese chuckle, and he takes over once she’s set onto the examination table.
Hamster starts crying with that tea kettle whisle to her voice when Reese touches her, but turns her head towards you when she hears your voice. She reaches her tiny chubby hand out for you as if asking to be saved, and your heart breaks all over again. “I’m right here baby girl, don’t worry I won’t leave. This nice man is going to help you.” You want to put your finger down for her, but you have to keep your distance.
Hamster starts actually screaming once Reese begins prodding at her injury, and it makes you feel sick. You have to leave the room after all, and run to the bathroom to get a hold of yourself, gripping the sink to keep back tears. If you ended up with makeup running down your face, you would be too humiliated to come out, and to your horror, that’s exactly what happens…
It takes some time to calm down and fix your face, and finally you brave going back into the room to check on your girl. Your eyes are puffy but you hide it well with fresh eyeliner.
When you see her she’s half awake with a piece of gause taped to her good arm, and a cast being put on the other. She’s just staring off into space with her eyelids drooping, and barely responds to you when you speak.
Your blood runs cold, and you leave again.
A nurse calls you back in shortly after, and Reese talks to you about the break, what medication to give her, how long the cast should stay on.
He mentions something off hand, and you’re somewhat caught off guard, “Have you considered having her vision checked? It appeared to me that she was having a difficult time visually focusing on anything past her nose…”
Thats the sentence that stands out, and your guilt skyrockets at the thought of neglecting her needs. Next thing you know you’re agreeing to an eye exam for the following week, and signing papers that you hardly skim over.
They hand Hamster back to you in a paper box with holes in it, and inside she’s nested in soft tissues that surround her, with a cast protecting her arm. She’s fully asleep, and not moving. You snap a picture for your blog, and add your GoFundMe link to the description of your post.
Once she’s back home safely in her cage you leave for work.
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Hamster, when you wake up theres someone your size standing outside of your cage! You:
Scream and hide in your cubby for safety
Rub your eyes and crawl closer to try to see if they’re real
Freeze. Don’t move a muscle, and stare in their direction
Assume its a doll Ashley placed there, & inspect the hard thing around your arm
Voting ended onJul 13, 2023
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Credit to @alittlewhump for proof reading <3333 big hearts for you <3
Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, dubious handling, selective mutism, female cast, broken bones, forced medication, fever/sickness, dubious kiss (platonic, probably on the head)
Ashley’s Pov
Poll winners: Tie between “Wipe her clean”, and “Give her a minute to calm down” and a second tie with half the votes “Brush bedding from her hair”, and “Put her to bed”
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The poor girl is covered from head to toe in sweat, tears, and dirt from where most of it was swept under the counter where she was found. Her whole body quivers with shaky exhales, and she’s resting on her back with her eyes closed.
You can’t leave her looking like this; that would be disgraceful as a pet owner, so you dab a face cloth under warm water, and carefully wipe Hamster clean while little whimpers slip through her teeth. You’re careful of her left side where scrapes are littered across her skin, washing away any lingering grime until she looks more clean, and comfortable.
Once that’s done, you give her a moment to calm down on her own while you tidy the bathroom. You keep an eye on her and make sure she’s nowhere near the ledge of the counter, but she doesn’t move. She ends up in a tight shaking ball with her hair pulled over her body to hide, and cover herself.
Once everything is in the trash, put away, and wiped up, you glance at the orange puff. Her shaking seems lighter, if just slightly. She’s gone through enough for the night and you really don’t feel it’s right to keep handling her. Though you did notice the brush on the floor as you were picking her up earlier. Her hair must be bothering her…
Speaking softly, you lift her into your arms, careful not to rub against her makeshift cast. She’ll need help sleeping tonight, so you syringe a drop of liquid baby gravol into her mouth, and carry her to her cage.
You pick bits of fluff from her hair while you walk to ease the discomfort before placing her into the bedding after kissing her goodnight.
To be safe, you also tie the cage door closed to keep her from falling again. You leave her alone for the rest of the night, and go to bed yourself.
When you check on her in the morning, Hamster is hot to the touch, and whimpering. Your heart lurches, and you scoop her to your chest while deciding what to do.
Starting a GoFundMe seems to be less of an option and more of an obligation at this point. Her crying rips at your heartstrings as you snap a picture of her snuggled into your palm. You save the picture to your phone to upload once you have some free time. Hamster has quite the following on your social media, so you’re sure her fans will help you out.
You promise her it will be okay.
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Right now you need to:
Give her more painkillers and go to work. You can’t afford to miss a day…
Stay home with her and nurse her back to health.
Rush her to the emergency vet, you can deal with the bills later.
Take her to work with you to keep an eye on her.
Voting ended onJun 28, 2023
(Tag list under the cut)
Special thanks to @verkja and @alittlewhump for looking this chap over for me <3
TW: belittling thoughts towards someone, dehumanization, held down, dubious forced medication, broken bones, bruises, pet trope, shoddy first aid, tiny whump, dubious handling, female cast,
Ashley’s pov
Poll Winner: Take Hamster to the bathroom to fix her up
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The name “Ashley” reflects backwards on your name-tag in the bathroom mirror - you hardly had time to take it off after work. Hamster is crying in your hands, and you carefully lay her down on a face cloth next to the sink.
With a few fingers holding her in place, you grab the first aid kit out of the cabinet.“I know baby girl, I know it hurts.” You make soft shushing sounds between your comforting phrases, and syringe a drop of liquid baby Tylenol into her crying mouth. Padding your manicured thumb over her lips to ensure she swallows it, you follow up by wiping any dribble off her cheeks.
Now for that bruised, swollen arm…
The bruising is already purple and you’re scared of aggravating it further with inspection. You don’t know where to begin, but vet bills are expensive and it’s already getting late. Your ice cream is probably melting where you left it on the floor with the groceries… But you don’t have time to worry about that. You have to stay focused.
You have to make a customized sling for the girl, since you’re not sure if Hamster is smart enough to keep a traditional one on. You can easily picture her pulling it off in frustration.
Hamster is still weeping, and she pushes at your fingers to try to get your hand off of her. You let go but lean against the counter to stop her from crawling off of it again while you cut small strips of bandage wrap to use.
“I’m so sorry sweet pea, I have to wrap it up. My poor baby, I know, I know, its okay.” You speak in a soft sing-song voice, shushing her continually while you shift your hand underneath her back. She cries out like a tea kettle when you sit her up, and it makes your guts twist up in guilt.
While apologizing a dozen more times you wrap her arm with the thinned bandages and swaddle it against her chest to hold it in place.
Hamster’s hot tears land on your hand, tightening the knot in your stomach, and her crying dissolves into brief gasps of air. You stroke her back with two fingers and encourage her to breathe before getting her a syringe filled with water for her to drink from. She takes a few hasty gulps, then shoves it away from her face.
Picking her up carefully, you look for any further injuries while her whimpering starts up again. She appears to be more or less okay, save for a few minor cuts and bruises, though she’s quivering and covered in clammy sweat.
The poor thing is really exhausted…
You don’t know how else to make this better for her, and your mind thinks of a million things at once.
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You have to choose something…
Gently wipe her clean with a damp, warm face cloth
Brush the bedding out of her hair and do it up for her
Show her the new dress you bought her for photo shoots
Give her some of your ice cream as a treat
Take a picture of her in her sling to start a gofundme to cover any vet bills
Just give her a minute and some space to calm down…
None of these - just put her to bed, she’s been through enough
General Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, dubious handling (moving, dressing, posing), selective mutism, poor vision without glasses
TW for this chapter: Negative animal encounter, being watched, broken bones, judgmental/ ableist thinking,
Vote: Hide under the counter
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Your name is Soap Scrub. You’re a drifter, but have been squatting here for a few weeks. Mostly because the human Ashley is an avid doll clothes collector, as are you. You’re also fascinated with the girl, Hamster. Hamster is strange, living as one of those human’s pets. It’s weird - she never talks or leaves her cage.
Until today…
In horror, you watch her fall to her death from where you’re tucked inside the cupboards. She slams sideways onto the hard floor, her red hair falling around her, almost enveloping her body. You’re positive that fall has killed her… Except she isn’t dead. She’s crying and dragging herself under the counter to hide.
Wow, what a clumsy girl…
You climb down the corner of the wall so you’ll stay hidden, and run under the counter where she can’t see you. She’s crying so hard she can’t seem to pull in a full breath, and curls into a ball around her arm. The sight makes you wince, but it’s still not safe to show yourself. Ashley is too big of a threat to you.
You’re worried enough to stay close, but you stay hidden. You watch her for a while, watching her self-soothe and calm her breathing.
Unfortunately, you’re not the only one watching her. There’s a large brown mouse who looks hungry enough to turn aggressive.
The creature approaches Hamster, sniffing the air before zeroing in on her. It starts running towards her, but she doesn’t seem to see it.
WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?
Stay back and see if she can scare it away on her own.
You’ve been bored for quite some time now, trapped in your small hamster cage with very little to do while your owner, Ashley, is at work.
You’re covered from head to toe with white fluffy hamster bedding, including in your curly red hair, and it’s starting to get uncomfortable. Ashley had given you a toy brush to play with earlier but you haven’t touched it yet. It sits by the cage door, slowly sinking into the stuffing.
The T.V. is playing at a low volume across the room from the countertop your cage sits on. You’re not sure if it's meant to keep you company while alone, or if Ashley simply didn’t care to turn it off before leaving the house. Either way it's hard to see past your toes before your vision completely blurs, so watching T.V. isn’t really possible. It would take you a week just to walk close enough to see it, you were sure.
A yawn escapes you and you lean back, trying to decide what to do until Ashley comes home. Sleeping is always nice, but you don’t like being startled awake by her. Especially when she uses her hands to do it by poking at you; it makes your skin prickle from the unexpected invasion.
You’ve had enough with sitting here, so you decide to:
Listen to the news on the T.V.
Try to brush the bedding out of your hair
Go see what type of food Ashley left you this morning
Take a nap until Ashley comes home
Try to get better at using your hamster wheel so you can exercise
Check the cage door and see if you can leave
Voting ended onApr 16, 2023
(Top two or so answers may be used)
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