#tiny little mouse

[rat-father]

Can I have Rat being taken out for a walk?

Wow. You come into MY blog and call MY Mouse a RAT? The sheer disrespect 🙄 /s

-- tw;; pet whump, conditioned whumpee, sick whumpee, blind and hard of hearing whumpee, intimate whumper, burning (from rocks), vampire whumper, exhaustion --

Mouse felt sweat form underneath their leather collar, holding a tight grasp to their neck. Their Owner's hand still felt surprisingly cold in the searing heat, the only thing that cooled them down with bandages absorbing all the warmth around their numb fingers. They used their free hand to shakily press their thumb and middle finger together in an attempt to regain some senses. They nearly jumped in the air, stepping on a burning rock. Quickly the rest of the ground became hard rocks, rapidly switching from the soft grass to the torture material. He squeezed their hand, continuing to drag them forward with a deathly grip. Mouse took a hold of his loose sleeves, burns chipping away at the skin on their soles.

„Does it hurt, baby?“ Alvuny asked.

They nodded, fighting back tears. He sighed deeply, stopping momentarily to hoist them up and carry them instead. They clung onto his neck for support. The sweat gave no relieve to the awful stinging in their feet, only adding to the discomfort. Their head felt light, nauseatingly sick to their stomach. Mouse took hefty breaths, shutting out the light by hiding in their Owner's clothing. The scent of the air was slightly sweet, full of live and opposite to how they felt. Sweat drowned them under their clothing, grateful for their Owner's ice cold body to cool them down.

Mouse weakly rubbed at their eyes in a futile attempt to stay awake, yawns escaping their throat. They'd been walking for what could have been hours, the sun settling down. They didn't care about the uncomfortable position they were in, simply wanting the trip to be over.

[rat-father]

🐵 for Mouse?

If whumper could read their mind, how damned would whumpee be?

They wouldn't get into a lot of trouble, but definitely earn a few more punishments. Mostly for zoning out and thinking about what it would be like to be free.

[rat-father]

Mouse

[rat-father]

Short, but something

Tagging; @whump-it @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @silverinkgoldenquill @whumping-out-of-time

-- tw;; pet whump, blind and hard of hearing whumpee, intimate whumper, implied noncon, dehumanisation --

Mouse sat limply, head resting against their owner. Soft ticking of the keyboard overshadowed by Alvuny’s breathing, and occasional frustrated sighs or grunts. They clung to his shirt, perfume awfully present. His smell lingered around them, sticking to them even when he was away. Slowly exhaustion invaded their head, subtly dozing off. He pressed a kiss to their head, massaging their scalp. They leaned into the gentle touch, a smile playing on their lips.

“You know I can tell when you’re sleeping,” Alvuny said.

Their heart skipped a beat, eyes widening. Their smile quickly faded, a half mumbled whine escaping their lips.

“You’ve been so tired lately, constantly falling asleep on me. Perhaps you haven’t been active enough, and resting too much. That’s the thing with you stupid pets, isn’t it?” He tutted, disappointment present in his tone. “I’ll have to take you out more, in that case. Perhaps give your trainer a call.”

He stroked their hair, letting it fall between his fingers. Mouse swallowed dryly, meekly nodding. Tears welled up in their eyes as heat rose to their cheeks in embarrassment. Owner is always right. He knew best. They dreaded the thought of getting send back to their trainer like a defect product.

“I’ll..be better,” they said, barely audible to themselves.

“You should’ve been better already.”

They stifled a sob, clenching their teeth as they nodded. His finger trailed down their neck, moving over their spine. They shuddered at the touch.

“How about,” He cupped their cheeks. “I give you something to do. A way to prove yourself, and keep busy. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Mouse perked up, giving a hopeful nod. They wanted to be good. Show that they were good. But they weren’t ready for the strange new pain.

[rat-father]

Mouse deserved some comfort after that punishment <3

Tagging; @whump-it @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

-- tw;; pet whump, blind and hard of hearing whumpee, intimate whumper, sick whumpee --

Alvuny found Mouse asleep on the wet bench, weakly clutching the edge. He gently tapped their face a couple times to wake them up. Watching them push themselves up sleepily.

“Come on, get up.” He said.

He took their hand, helping them stand on their feet. He lead them back inside, into the bathroom. They rubbed their eyes while he took out a towel, throwing it onto the counter, landing with a soft thump.

“Take off your clothes.”

They did without hesitation, struggling to peel the soaking wet clothing off their body. They felt all wet and gross, the cold air making them shudder. He rubbed a warm towel over their body, drying them off. When they were mostly dry he gave them a simple hoodie to wear, helping them put it on. It covered most of their body, almost coming down to their knees. Mouse sniffled, their nose starting to feel stuffy.

“Now now, did you get sick, pet?” Alvuny cooed.

They nodded weakly, trembling slightly.

He gave a thoughtful hum. “You’ll have to rest, in that case. I can’t show off a sick pet.”

He sighed, grabbing their hand and leading them to his bedroom. They sat down on their dog bed, covering themselves with the warm blanket. They hid their face in the blanket, taking in how soft it was. Mouse barely heard their owner leave the room. They whimpered, they wished they weren’t alone, they wanted to be held. It didn’t take long for Alvuny to return. He kicked the door closed behind him. He gently turned their head towards him.

“Open up.”

They opened their mouth as he pressed a glass of water against their lips. They gratefully drank it all, not wanting to waste anything they got. He stroked their cheekbone for a moment, then fed them a sandwich, bite by bite. They took their time eating it, still exhausted from sleeping in the rain. He pressed a kiss to their forehead, holding them in his arms. He let them crawl onto his lap, relaxing as he played with their hair. Mouse scared themselves by sneezing, making their owner laugh. A smile formed on their face. They silently prayed they could please their owner enough for the comfort to last.

[rat-father]

Mouse's backstory, and why they're so scared of Dr.Oats

Tagging; @whump-it @castielamigos-whump-side-blog

-- tw;; pet whump, multiple whumpers, a lot of medical whump, eye whump, ear whump, lots of needles, cruel whumper, paralysed whumpee --

09 sat on the medical table, nervously glancing at the needles and tools around them, unable to hide their shaking hands. They took deep shuddering breaths, trying to calm themselves like the assistant instructed them to. Dr.Oats walked into the room, giving them a friendly smile.

“No need to be so scared 09, you wont feel anything during the procedure. You’ll only need to get one injection first.” He said.

They swallowed dryly and nodded. 09 looked down while he put on his mask and prepared the needle. He rolled up their sleeve, reading their facial expression.

“Alright, here we go.”

They held their breath, feeling the needle being pushed into their skin. The cold liquid made them shudder. Quickly their body started to feel heavy, their movements sluggish. Dr.Oats helped them lay down on the table and called in his assistant. He stared down at them, his expression going dark. He used his thumb to pull their eyelid up, checking their eyes. They couldn’t move but still felt his touch, which concerned them, anxiety building up inside them. His assistant stood on the other side, handing him a different needle. He thanked them, turning his attention back to the pet.

09 was terrified at the look of the needle, their body screaming at them to pull away. Dr.Oats leaned down, pulling one of their eyelids up and very carefully positioning the needle right above their eye. Without warning he pushed it in, sending white pain shooting throughout their entire body. Their heart rate picked up speed while they desperately tried to move, scream, or do anything. He took the needle out and moved to the other eye. The pain slowly got worse, vision going blurry as he stuck the needle in their second eye. Within minutes everything around them turned into a blurry mess, as they could only make out vague blobs of color.

“It seems to be working, doctor.” Dr.Oats assistant commented. They couldn’t see, but they felt his presence looming over them.

Dr.Oats hummed in agreement. “We’ll have to confirm later, nonetheless.” He paused “Moving on.”

09 felt another needle being pushed into their ear, most of the pain being drowned out by the pain in their eyes. They heard a loud ringing once it got pulled out, disrupting their hearing. The ringing got worse after the needle was inserted into their other ear, getting louder and louder. They couldn’t ignore it, the combination of the ringing and burning pain sending their head spinning. Slowly everything dissolved, the awful ringing leaving, taking the pain with it. Their eyes fluttered closed, finally being able to rest.

[rat-father]

🌸 - for Mouse

Happy happy

Tagging; @whump-it @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @silverinkgoldenquill @whumping-out-of-time

-- tw;; pet whump, blind and hard of hearing whumpee, very fluffy --

Sunlight settled on Mouse’s skin, a soft breeze wavering their thin clothing. It was particularly warm, but their owner’s hand was still ice cold. They held on to him tightly as they trotted through the streets, people laughing and playing music beside them. Various smells passed them by, Alvuny’s remaining the most dominant. Bright colors surrounded them, reds, greens, yellows, purples. Too many. They kept their eyes shut, lowering their head.

People’s gazes burned into their back. Mouse was almost glad they couldn’t see their faces. The mix of disgust and awe. The only stares they got.

“Open your mouth,” Alvuny said.

They obeyed. Something soft and sugary sweet got placed on their tongue. It dissolved quickly into something smaller. They opened their eyes in surprise, forgetting they had closed them. The taste was nostalgic, a distant memory out of their reach.

“Do you like it?”

They nodded, a grin crossing their face. He fed them another piece, continuing on the path. Music neared them, getting louder with each step. They heard trumpets, horns, drums, trombones and other instruments they couldn’t quite make out. The rhythm was upbeat and happy, relaxing in a strange way. They bopped their head along to the music, excitement shining through. Their owner chuckled beside them.

“Wanna stay and listen for a bit?” He asked.

Mouse nodded. They could listen for ages.

[rat-father]

@silverinkgoldenquill asked if Mouse feels phantom pain, and I got inspired to write this

Tagging; @whump-it @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @silverinkgoldenquill @whumping-out-of-time

-- tw;; pet whump, blind and hard of hearing whumpee, intimate whumper, phantom pain --

Mouse kneeled next to their owner’s chair, the leash attached to their collar being held by him. They hugged their plushie, playing with the fur. An all too familiar pain began to form in their eyes. They tried to ignore it, hugging the plushie tighter to distract themselves. They buried their face in the plushie, accidentally pulling on the leash. Their owner stopped writing, his incoherent mumbling going quiet.

“Look at me, pet.”

They reluctantly turned towards him, squinting their eyes a bit. He grabbed their chin, pulling their head up further.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hng.. my eyes hurt.” Mouse whimpered, tears forming in their eyes.

It was silent for a moment. “Phantom pain?”

They nodded weakly, sniffling.

“Oh dear,” He cooed, cupping their cheeks. “Can I do something to make you feel better?”

“Cuddle?” They reluctantly asked.

He sighed dramatically. “Alright, fine.”

He took their leash off, carrying them into bed. They snuggled up against him, curling up in a ball and smiling.