🔞Plain ol' Me🔞

❗MINORS DNI I WILL BLOCK❗ More degeneracy than my main • 23 • 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ G.Fluid • I can't settle on one form • a feral entity wearing human skin • just an artist trying to learn how to draw degeneracy without getting cvcked by their own art ♥ MONSTERS ❤️ 🥚 • 🫃 • I also do some nsfw oc lore •

[khaoticmonsterluver]

MORE WHUMP AND CARETAKER~

The fever didn’t just make Kallai hot; it made the cold air around him feel like broken glass against his skin.

He was collapsed on the rug beside the massive carved bed, his long, semi-aquatic lindworm tail tangled in a knot of heavy velvet blankets. Sweat made his pale, scale-dusted shoulders glisten in the dim amber light of the hearth. His first heat was raging through his uneducated, unbonded body—a violent, confusing biological storm he didn't have the vocabulary to understand. All he knew was the agonizing, primal friction in his gut, the suffocating sweet scent pouring off his neck, and a terrifying, bone-deep certainty: *he was failing.*

The bedroom door creaked open. Karrune stepped into the room, his towering 7’3 frame blocking the hallway light. He had spent eighteen hours straight at the war council, his hard-lean, muscular body smelling of steel and exhaustion. But the second his nostrils caught the thick, desperate tang of Kallai’s heat pheromones, his horizontal-slit eyes narrowed in sharp, protective alarm.

"Kallai?" Karrune’s voice dropped low, a heavy baritone vibrating through the floorboards. He took two fast, long strides across the stone. "What are you doing on the floor? Why aren't you in the bed?"

Kallai flinched at the sound, his breath catching in a shallow, wet hitch. His wide, fever-bright eyes flicked up to Karrune, entirely pupils, devoid of logic. On hands and knees, his claws scraping uselessly against the carpet, Kallai dragged himself toward his King.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I couldn't finish the calculations for the heating grid..." Kallai’s voice was thin, slurred from the heat, looping over itself. He reached out, his trembling, sweaty hands clutching blindly at Karrune’s heavy leather boots. "I tried to stand... I can be useful. Please. I can fix the grid..."

"To hell with the grid," Karrune growled, dropping to his knees. The massive alpha reached out, intending to scoop Kallai’s small, chubby-strong frame straight into his arms and haul him under the blankets. "You're burning up. You can barely—"

"I’ll do it," Kallai gasped out, scrambling higher, frantically burying his face into the fabric of Karrune’s trousers. His hands clawed weakly at the King's belt, desperate, clumsy, and entirely unprompted. "I know... I know the council wants an heir. I know the nobles... the nobles said an omega’s purpose is to be used. If... if you need me to open my legs for them—for the sponsors, for the trade deals—I’ll do it. I’ll let them have me, Karrune. Just don't throw me out. I’ll submit to anyone you tell me to—"

Karrune froze.

The air in the room went dead, terrifyingly silent. The warmth in Karrune’s eyes shattered, replaced by a cold, apocalyptic horror that made the stone walls shudder.

"What... did you just say?" Karrune whispered. His voice was no longer a King’s; it was the sound of something breaking.

"The council... they said... they said a consort who can't keep the court pleased is useless," Kallai babbled, his head rubbing frantically against Karrune’s knee like a frightened, feverish beast trying to leave its scent before execution. His tears were hot, soaking straight through Karrune’s pants. "I don't know how to do it right, but I’ll learn! If you give me to the council, if you let them take turns—I won't cry, I promise I won't cry—"

*BANG.*

Karrune’s massive, clawed hands slammed onto Kallai’s shoulders—not to crush him, but with a sudden, rigid force that pinned Kallai’s small frame in place.

"Look at me!" Karrune roared.

Kallai gasped, his body locking up, his eyes wide and terrified as he stared into the face of his apex predator mate. Karrune was breathing heavily, his chest heaving under his tunic, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles twitched. Tears—hot, furious, grieving tears—were welling in the King's own red, slit eyes.

"You are not a tool. You are not currency. You are not a piece of flesh to be traded to those disgusting, rotting vultures!" Karrune shoved his hands under Kallai’s arms, hauling the smaller male up against his massive, hard-lean chest with sudden, unyielding strength.

Kallai whimpered, trying to pull away, trying to bow his head in submission, but Karrune wrapped both arms around him like iron bands, trapping Kallai’s wrists gently between their chests so he couldn't claw at himself anymore.

"Listen to me, Tor’Qallai," Karrune growled directly into the crook of Kallai’s neck, his rich, heavy alpha pheromones bursting into the room—a suffocating wall of cedar, ozone, and absolute protection meant to drown out the panic. "You are my *mate*. You are the divine heart of this kingdom. If a single noble, a single councilor, or a single god ever dares to lay a hand on you or demand your body, I will tear their head from their shoulders and burn their houses to ash."

"I... I thought..." Kallai sobbed into Karrune’s collarbone, his feverish mind struggling to process the overwhelming, possessive warmth crushing him. "I thought I had to... I thought that's what I was for..."

"No," Karrune spat, his voice breaking as he rocked the trembling dragon-hybrid in his lap, burying his face in Kallai’s wet, hot mane. "No one touches you. Ever. You will learn to hold your head up, Kallai. I will force you to have decency, and I will force you to see your own damn worth if it takes me the rest of my life. You are mine. You are safe. Do you hear me?"

Kallai didn't answer with words. He couldn't. His body, completely exhausted by the fever, the heat, and the sudden release of terrifying terror, finally caved. He slumped heavily against Karrune’s broad chest, his small, chubby hands clinging weakly to the King’s shirt as he drifted into a deep, unconscious paralysis, surrounded by the only scent in the world that didn't demand his destruction.

[khaoticmonsterluver]

Revamped my works and I might as well post this trashed draft of these two lovers—a polar bear centaur king and a suffering lindworm kemonomimi

The steam in the bathroom didn’t rise; it hung heavy and suffocating, thick enough to taste like iron and wet marble.

Kallai’s claws dragged uselessly against the white porcelain of the tub, leaving faint, bloody streaks where his nails had split against the grout. The showerhead hissed overhead, a relentless downpour of near-boiling water that turned his pale, scale-dusted shoulders an angry, mottled crimson.

*Clean. It had to be clean.*

Every place the councilors had touched—the curve of his spine, the crest where his mane met his ribs—felt like it was still burning with their cold, metallic perfume. He dragged his claws over his own collarbone again, shivering so violently his unicorn horn clicked sharply against the wet tile wall.

When the outer heavy oak door splintered, Kallai didn't even flinch. He couldn't. His chest was moving in shallow, ragged hitches, his lungs refusing to take in anything deeper than scalding mist.

Step. *Thud.* Step. *Thud.*

The heavy, measured stride echoed through the fog. Even blind with panic, Kallai knew those boots.

A massive hand reached through the steam, shutting off the shower handle with a brutal, silent twist. The sudden absence of the hissing water felt louder than a thunderclap.

Through the lingering vapor, Karrune materialized—nine feet of sheer, towering apex predator, still clad in his spattered frontline armor. He smelled of cold mountain wind, stale blood, and immediate, suffocating rage. But as his red, horizontal-slit eyes dropped to the small, shivering figure curled on the floor, the anger in his scent snapped instantly into raw, paralyzed horror.

"Kallai..." Karrune’s voice dropped, low and unsteady, cracking on the second syllable.

Kallai didn't look up. He just pressed his back deeper into the corner, his long lindworm tail coiling tightly around his waist like a desperate tourniquet.

"I tried to clean it off," Kallai mumbled into his own knees, his voice thin, threadbare, looping over itself like a broken prayer. "I ran. Karrune, I ran... I did my best. I tried to clean it..."

Karrune didn't speak. Slowly, painfully, the massive king dropped to his knees, his heavy centaur limbs crushing the wet towels scattered across the floor. He extended one massive, clawed hand—trembling so hard the metal plating on his gauntlet rattled—and gently draped a dry fur cloak over Kallai’s raw, steaming shoulders.

When Kallai flinched violently at the touch, Karrune didn't pull away. He just lowered his head until his brow rested near Kallai's wet, plastered mane, letting his warm, grounding alpha scent fill the suffocating room.

"I know," Karrune whispered, his voice thick with a promise that sounded like an oath. "I've got you. You don't have to scrub anymore."

[ju1ce-b0x]

WHY IS MC ALWAYS FEMALE WE MALE READERS WANNA BE APPRECIATED AND TALKED ABOUT TOO PLEASE WRITE ABOUT US AND NOT JUST ONESHOTS BUT FULL FICS PLEASEEEE AND I BEG DONT STOP WRITING MID WAY IM SO TIRED OF THIS GUYS I SWEAR IM DROWNING

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Little Whumpee thought that everything would be ok, he was getting better wasn't he?

Finally getting his meds, people starting to believe him.

The classic incoming happy ever after.

And then something caught up. His world ruined by a confession by a bitch.

Why he was like that was not just built up tragedy. A cruel plot twist to steal his long awaited resolution.

It was a blur. But it did happen whether he accepted it or not.

Buddy, his companion, shook him awake each time.

"Even if it wasn't physical like the fucking movies you watched that was still incestuous. You need to understand you were just a kid!"

"But I'm fine"

"Want me to grab you a mirror? Fine. Take a good look at this anomaly infront of you, does he look the least bit ok wearing that face?"

"But I'm fine-"

But Whumpee is still in denial. Over and over. He feels fine, alright, okay. His memories are still gone, wiped cleaned.

Yet the horror of his own body had him in a tighter chokehold.

Underneath the clothes were deep reds. He looks normal even if normal meant being this miserable, that his normal was hell for others. Even if he tried to let Buddy have a taste of his world to feel understood all Buddy could do was vomit it all back up. He wasn't used to this unlike Whumpee who lived in it. Survived. Adapted.

If you ask Whumpee why he's still alive he'll simply smile and recite a dumb line that makes you accept it as truth. But is it really?

He hears the voices of the past.

"Child, keep this a secret between us, promise me"

"Ok, mum"

"Your dad is working very hard to support this family. Never tell him what I said, he'll be sad"

"I love you, mum"

The bed was creaking, he was too young to understand what secrets are. It felt like a sleepover, making promises with strengthened bonds. Why was mum crying? What was the secret? Where do those missing memories go if not to remain within him?

Truthfully it ruined him. Only that his own ruin is all that's left, there's nothing bizarre with familiarity, with repetitive scripts and routines.

His body ugly. He was ugly. Never turned out good.

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

So lonely I've been humping my pillow for a good 10 minutes with my packer before my legs began to shake and give up on me.

The soreness lasted just 2 hours unfortunately. Me want more. Me need more.

Been trying to train myself to go for 30 mins without stopping. I like it when I can't walk anymore.

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Ok ok buttttt....

Imagine if Whumpee goes backwards in progress with social stuff, they lack social awareness, unable to function in public, can't articulate their thoughts and people who don't know them well enough would misunderstand them.

Poor little Whumpee gets isolated more and more.

Pathetic little Whumpee forgot how to function.

That mouth of theirs is good for nothing now.

Those social behaviors are too rigid and uncanny. Awkward. They stand out in the worst way.

Caretaker, who once helped with social anxiety/ agoraphobia/ dysfunction and stuff was able to finally break through after months of exercises and exposure for Whumpee.

But Whumper came and does irreparable damage.

Now Whumpee assumes everyone and everything is out to hurt them and would rather stay in their safe place (house, room, etc) even if it means not being able to care for themselves. A simple run to the store is a battlefield of every worse case scenario. Every possible conversation with strangers must be accounted for and rehearsed.

If Whumpee ain't feeling brave, starving is always an option until Caretaker comes... or a miracle happens and Whumpee suddenly grows balls and is able to grit through hell for a short while.

Oh no, Whumpee can't go out today cuz the weather is too bright, the shirt size not right, and one of the shoes is laced too tight.

This kind of stuff starts small then spirals.

If Whumpee ever gets over that stage of discomfort, then next they would have to deal with the outside world, the unsafe and dangerous outside-of-their-comfort-zone world.

This doesn't just happen in weeks. I'm talking about months or years. (It maybe takes a whole month of not socializing or going outside for agoraphobia to begin settling in-im using me as reference pls don't hate), and this progressively worsens overtime if not taken care of.

But also imagine if Caretaker became Whumpee's grounding point, just body-doubling and being the emotional support while Whumpee tries to practice independence but being aware Caretaker is nearby in case they need help. And if Whumpee freezes or fawns then Caretaker takes charge of the situation. And this just repeats until Whumpee is able to do the basic functions until they don't need to always rely on Caretaker.

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

A caretaker to others but a whumpee to the self.

A single person who is their own Whumper and did not even realize it until the damage was getting big.

A tired caretaker who needs their own caretaker because it's already too much.

A whumper who finds no wrong in beating themselves up to the point of rot.

[mirrormurmur]

I have so many ideas for some Whump stories but also zero motivation to write them myself so I guess I’ll just leave them here and the universe shall decide what happens…

Rich and Powerful Whumper gets himself a defiant pet, both because of the utter entertainment and because they have convinced themselves that Whumpee (coming from a poor background/shitty life) needs a strong master (needs Whumper) to have a better life

Whumper thought college would be boring! Good for them, their dorm mate Whumpee is so easy to torment! This is just the entertainment they needed!

A Whumpee who has the ability to go whether they want! (Kind of) Do whatever they want! They aren’t being held captive… in the traditional sense. They have just gotten the attention from a powerful nonhuman whumper who can be with them at all times, maybe doesn’t even have a physical form!

Parent Whumper giving their children (yes, multiple) a pretty thing to use as they see fit and they are all different kinds of Whumper’s to Whumpee. A Carewhumper there, Intimate Whumper here, a dash of stoic/wanting Whumpee to just be a servant Whumper. (In my head, there are 3-4 children to be Whumpee’s Whumpers)

Some good old assassin Whumpee with a main contractor/Owner/Don/etc. Whumper. But like… the assassin is very sarcastic, defiant and semi masochistic/sadomasochistic (I wrote that word correct at the first go, please be proud of me).

Whumpee and Caretaker meet, they become good friends, maybe more. But then Whumper, Catetaker’s parent, finds out and is not amused and wants to get rid of Whumpee.

(I can imagine the above to be extremely funny if “Whumpee” isn’t as helpless as Whumpee thought and they start to Whump each other with Caretaker oblivious to all)

Might add more going forward. Might remove things if I start working on them?? Not sure…

Note: This is both a list for me to keep track of my ideas and for you to get inspired! See something you want to make? Go for it! Tho maybe pretty please tag me because I wanna read this so bad.

Also if you already wrote something like this or know of something like this, gimmmeeee :D

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Since my minor surgery I finally stopped taking the painkillers and it's not so bad...

It's only been 4 days.

And I feel like torturing my OCs teehee

Anyways

A Whumpee who has to DIY cut and drain their cysts and abscesses at home due to financial constraints.

One unlucky choice, this bump is an abscess that dug deep into their armpit and it heavily limits mobility.

They can't get antibiotics because those require prescriptions.

So they settle for the next best thing offered by the pharmacy- just a mild painkiller and for inflammation. They buy the pill to last them a week.

Day 2 of DIY-treating the bump it just gets bigger by the days.

Finally on day 5 they had enough. Whumpee calls a friend.

Friend arrives to help. And Whumpee explains what's up.

Friend smiles.

Friend took a blade and cleaned it. And gathered the tissues and kitchen towels they could find.

Whumpee was given cloth to bite on and was told to sit still on the couch.

Friend slowly and precisely cuts the bump and Whumpee can't help but shake and flail a bit. Friend holds their face down by mouth still biting hard on the cloth.

After Whumpee calms down, Friend pushes Whumpee on their back and straddles them to prevent any more movements.

Shush. I'm helping you

Friend waits for Whumpee to nod before continuing to squeeze the fuck out of the abscess.

Once again Whumpee is shaking and the tears pour out.

The couch now colored in a mix of yellow and red sludge.

After all that friend patches up Whumpee and gave them painkillers at last.

While I'm here I can also get rid of those other bumps. They look ugly.

Whumpee touches the other bumps, round and hard cysts mostly sebaceous, the skin a mix of bruising colors. With a hesitant thought Whumpee agrees.

Friend smiles and does the process again. Slowly cutting deep into the skin.

By the end of it there were about 8 more cuts, most are left dry and sticky on Whumpee's skin.

Friend stares at the poor Whumpee.

You look cute like that, so fragile and submissive. You need my help.

Friend grabs a towel and hot water to wipe the dried blood off, not even being gentle about it. Whumpee is in pain but grateful for this. Such a money-saver all thanks to Friend.

Friend wipes down the metallic smell lingering on the skin.

Oh shit. Some of the wounds are still bleeding.

Friend coos. And brings Whumpee to take a bath.

The temperature is cold, and despite the day being a bit sunny Friend insisted the water should be at it's coldest to stop the bleeding.

Ok. Whumpee agrees. Their teeth clattering and their body shivering, still hurt. Friend cleans the cuts and the blood off as the cold shower pours heavy on the sensitive areas, urging Whumpee to stay in there longer until the bleeding halts.

An hour at least passes and Friend thinks that's enough and lets Whumpee out.

Friend yanks the previous drenched patch from the abscess and replaces it, along with covering the rest of the cuts.

Friend stares at their work, proud of the art piece that is Whumpee's body. They hug Whumpee and reassures them they'll stay until Whumpee heals.

Friend can do everything for Whumpee, as long as Whumpee listens to them.

Friend knows best.

Whumpee needs Friend.

Whumpee is a fragile little thing. A poor, poor thing.

Just let Friend lead you, Whumpee.

Author's note: lemme know if I missed some tw tags and stuff

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Oc bs go

Whumpee who is a sacrificial lamb and every 100 days they get "rebooted" and their body heals back but their mind is not the same.

Whumpee whose body is forced to regenerate painfully and Whumpee feels every single thing including their organs shift and their body fluids replenish and spread throughout their body.

Whumpee who is promised to the king, a wealthy and comfortable life in the castle walls. [Comfortably suffocating]

Whumpee who is raised like livestock by the gods for the sake of reincarnation and fulfilling their duty in the mortal realm.

Whumpee who is developing the idea that they'll be important as long as they're useful.

Whumpee who is begging the king, their lover, to just use them whenever in a mutual trade of not leaving Whumpee alone again.

Whumpee who is overdoing it that their actions concern and irritate Caretaker, and others who get dragged along.

Whumpee who is an overachieving workaholic to 'feel' like they're also contributing to something great.

Whumpee who is more rigid and says yes to everything Caretaker says or asks just to keep Caretaker's mood on the good side (or however Whumpee interprets it as, a pleased Caretaker is a safe Caretaker)

Whumpee who assumes everyone is like Whumper for the sake of being safe and prepared.

Whumpee who tries to please Caretaker every time they relax to 'fulfill their role' as the consort. [Bonus when Caretaker gets disgusted, or stops Whumpee to help them process that they're safe no matter what they do or don't]

Whumpee who is just wrapped in blankets or by Caretaker to stop them from self harming or using unhealthy sexual urges and habits to cope.

Whumpee who flinches or freezes or fawns at every trigger. [Caretaker notes of this and gives them affection to divert their attention instead- The Pavlov method]

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

A bunch of A/B/O drafts

Omega Whumpee who is running away from Betas and Alphas eyeing them, a sweet scent permeating the air.

Omega Whumpee who trapped themselves in a room disassociating while beginning to go into heat.

Omega Whumpee paranoid they would find them and the events would repeat again.

Omega Whumpee whispering for help for their Alpha Caretaker to come find them.

Omega Whumpee remembering the last time they trusted a person only to be endangered.

Omega Whumpee whose pheromones are stinking up the room from intense fear and anxiety.

Alpha Caretaker is gone for work for weeks.

Alpha Caretaker who expects a warm welcome from Omega Whumpee at least.

Alpha Caretaker who finds people gagging nearby a storage room.

Alpha Caretaker finds Omega Whumpee crying quietly while calling for help in a low voice.

Alpha Caretaker approaching Omega Whumpee at last.

And they kiss and hugged mwah mwah mwah happy ending yayayaya

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

Yippee

As thanks here is a look at Consort Whumpee being a pathetic cutie

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Part 2 of Whumpee had grown isolated well into adulthood and is suddenly a consort, in a shitty kingdom.

>>> to Part 1

In the King's eyes...

Whumpee was rough and messy but the previous monarchs literally died and offered themselves to the gods for a savior. Anyone would literally do. Their desperation was heard after decades, backed up by their years spent salvaging the nation and its kingdom, home of the rotting and rotten.

The deal was made, and the once-crowned prince had grown fine to take over the throne.

During the coronation they took one of the best knights, the prince's childhood friend, and adopted him as the secondary prince.

What?

They told the new young king he needs a brother, to help him rule.

But in truth the poor friend was intended as a fail-safe.

[mini backstory]

They used to be friends, really close, with their own language. Often meeting in the training grounds growing up, soon getting into mischief as adolescents. The rumors circulated from the castle, reaching the ears of the eavesdropping people. A prince, the only heir, is too attached to a squire. The kid looks wrong as a false species as he stands right next to the purebred prince. That's not a normal friendship. That's a disgrace.

The last two monarchs took note of the close friendship, nurtured it into unwavering loyalty and trust.

They stripped him as a knight and made him the Right Hand Advisor to keep him close with the new king. Made sure to see the burdens of ruling while loving the new king enough that he has to keep distance. They intend the Advisor to see the young king as someone to be protected by, enough as brothers and never as lovers.

All was well, but truthfully the exchange would begin not long after.

The old monarchs died, in a temple, frozen and drained of life.

It happened one eerie morning, he was alone. The halls are emptier, the staff and guards are less. The young king took it as a day off, there was no agenda.

Then, in the middle of a relaxing day his Advisor comes running in bearing the bad news.

One year he was goofing around as a carefree adult, and next the two rulers stepped down the throne and died shortly after.

The nation was decaying, the other kingdoms eagerly waiting for the last monarch to wither and leave the throne cold and empty. If he died war would happen, all his parents' efforts for nothing.

In his grief he worked day in and day out to fill the void. His nightmares are catching up to his fragile emotions. For years he hardened himself to control a situation bigger than his mortal body. Until...

A small glimpse of Whumpee. So pure. So safe. So comforting. He reaches out into that rare safety only to be yanked back into a waking state. And he's back to more work piling, his royal chambers echoing the remnants of the dream.

This agonizing routine kept happening for half a decade.

He's real. Whumpee is real.

Maybe tonight will be the night.

I want to sleep more. I need to go back.

But he can't.

[here comes Whumpee summoned as a consort, the last trade and the savior bartered for the old monarchs' lives]

A literal god send. The king has attached himself too much to Whumpee for so long they never bothered for formal instructions. They just knew, without words, that whatever was between them was more than friendship. It was familiarity.

The Advisor sees all these and ached a bit-caught out of the loop by what's happening. He's been replaced. By a literal god-send nonetheless.

He's an advisor. Not meant to be the king's consort.

This is fine.

It will make my role easier.

Advisor tries to reassure themselves.

Over the next few days he finds Whumpee to be... Odd.

This can't be the person, right?

The poor soul is unfit in this life. They look too inexperienced. They are too feral for nobility.

What does HE see in Whumpee?

Advisor caught his thoughts wandering.

I can take care of him better than you.

Jealousy is poison. The gods are absolute in their choices. And if they chose this Whumpee then as the advisor he must trust the previous monarchs' and the king's judgement.

[cue Whumpee going missing for days]

This was unnatural. Whumpee was too shy to even talk to others but the king.

Whumpee ran away.

Take this chance.

He can be yours.

Advisor's heart spoke, he knew he still should save the king's consort, but he was relieved to have a small window of chance open up to him.

In his room the king's stoice demeanor shifts. He's back to his old self. Unsure and lost. He lost his parents and next his lover. The advisor hasn't seen that face in a long while.

When they were young the prince had only cried a few times in front of him. And now he would kill to stop the king's ache.

I can love you.

Please stop crying.

Advisor thinks this through for a bit.

I'm now the king's brother and advisor.

I can't. Shouldn't.

The gods gave him a partner.

This is beyond my choices and understanding.

Later.

The king is now working double the amount, always angry, louder and more demanding. Nobody wants to speak up, even if they did no one knew Whumpee enough to get a clue to help find them.

Useless.

Walking bodies rotting to the core.

I'm a hypocrite. I'm helping dig this kingdom's grave.

Advisor knew the days or possibly weeks will stretch on. Whumpee is still nowhere to be found.

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Whumpee had grown isolated well into adulthood and is suddenly a consort, in a shitty kingdom.

As a consort it's their duty to help the king run it.

The problem? They don't belong there. Too reclusive. Too antisocial. Not even paying attention to important court meetings. But to the dismay of the people the king refuses to have a replacement of a much suitable consort.

So consort Whumpee becomes an easy target.

Some guy from the royal court gets flirty and close, complimenting Whumpee about how they should be their true selves- just as the king likes them to be.

This stranger-danger Whumper leads Whumpee to get kidnapped in broad daylight.

Whumpee's soft clean baby-smooth body is now drenched in grime and piss. Stuck in a slimy cell with a collar too tight around their neck, the other end secured to the wall. The chain is only a few feet long, not even enough to sit down and not choke.

The little mobility is enough to make consort Whumpee uncomfortable, standing and leaning against the wall to rest or sleep for days on end.

Whumper occasionally visits to check on poor helpless prissy Whumpee.

"You're too chubby to need food. You'll live"

And Whumpee just agrees and looks at their flab, thinking the king might like them better if they lost weight.

Other times Whumper would visit Whumpee on lunch breaks or day offs to have a picnic for themselves. Whumper would let whumpee smell the food and then eat it slowly, making sure to eat sloppy and drop more than half of the food to the ground and not clean up after. Whumpee just stares at the fallen food that eventually rots or are taken by bugs or rats.

Most of Whumper's visits would be mental and emotional torture. Watching a caged animal tip left and right both from starvation and sleep-deprivation. Whumpee's gaze would linger into Whumper's for a bit before trying to catch the swift entities taunting Whumpee from the corner of their eyes. And no matter how fast Whumpee would try to get a glimpse of those things Whumpee would simply lose their patience unable to catch them, and their head ached from moving their head and eyes in a speedy manner. Whumpee is aware they're not real but in that cell, who knows if they are imagining things or Whumper really did put someone in there with Whumpee.

Sometimes, in the late evening when Whumper's duties were done for the day they would open the cell to destress on Whumpee.

This would leave Whumpee's legs buckling, skin stained with red, or just the internal pain of discomfort from being used harshly.

At the end of it Whumper would then compliment Whumpee for being a good pet.

"good pets serve their master"

"good pets must keep master happy"

"good pets love master even if i kick you down like the mutt you are"

Whumpee won't even struggle. This is easier. And with how long the days passed the king must've abandoned Whumpee by now.

>>>Part 2<<<

Author's note: yeah this was rushed at 2am and im not rereading this before my sleep.

[castielscaplan]

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updated October 18. 2025

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[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Working on an Alpha Caretaker x Omega Whumpee and the people are mostly dumbasses that trigger the Whumper flags and Omega Whumpee was intended to be the sacrificial lamb that cannot die (Immortal that dies via old age) so they just live out their years getting tortured and accepted their doomed fate because the gods will always provide more of the sacrificial lamb anyways.

[shamelessdegeneratemonsterfvcker]

Discovered something new about myself