DRABBLE (#1) IMPULSIVE DECISION
a.k.a. how whumpee became whumper's dear puppy
this whole drabble feels really nice and soft to me and i like it. hope y’all enjoy it too.
Content warnings: manipulation (?), homelessness, desperate whumpee, soft whumper, intimate whumper (?), pet whump
(please tell me if i forgot to tag something!)
It was an impulsive decision. After all, Whumpee had just lost their job, partner, and home all in a single blow. Left to fend for themselves on the street, they’d take any opportunity they could to get out of there.
Fortunately, whumpee’s opportunity soon appeared.
Whumpee was laying on the ground, curled up in an attempt to make themselves as small as possible, shuddering from the cold
“You don’t look too good.” a voice, silky smooth and dark, spoke from above them. A shiver ran down Whumpee’s spine, but not from the cold this time. They looked up to meet a pair of… concerned eyes. The stranger had this powerful aura around them, a great contrast to the surprisingly gentle look in their face. Pity. Whumpee didn’t know what to say, shame already bubbling up in their gut. They didn’t ask for this. They didn’t ask to be fired, they didn’t ask to be dumped by the only person they had left, they didn’t ask to end up on the streets. The stranger was already wiping poor whumpee’s tears away before they could even realize they were crying. They knelt down in an attempt to make themselves less intimidating, but whumpee still tried to sink even more into the wall behind them.
“Hey. I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I just need to know if you want some help, that’s all.”
Sweet, gentle, comforting, the stranger spoke. And of course whumpee answered yes, please, of course they wanted help. They were desperate.
The stranger knew this. They smiled.
And so they made their offer.
“Well, I can get you off the streets. I can give you a lavish life y’know? One where you’d never worry about scrapping for food or looking for a dry place to sleep. One where you’d have all the comfort you could want.”
It sounded too good to be true. Finally, whumpee spoke, their voice rough and meek
“T-there’s a price, isn’t there?”
“Yes. But it’s not too bad.”
Frankly, whumpee would pay any price if it meant having some semblance of security back.
Still, the stranger’s proposal came as a shock.
“I’ll take you off the streets and take care of you. In turn, you just have to be my pet.”
What in the..? A pet? Was the stranger messing with whumpee? This felt like a fever dream.
But still. If they were telling the truth…
“Uhm. What does being a p-pet entail?”
The stranger chuckled, somewhat surprised at whumpee’s reaction.
“Well, it’s what it says on the tin, really. You’d be treated like my little lapdog. And that’s all you’d have to do. Be cute and obedient. You could do that, couldn't you?”
That last sentence made whumpee shiver from head to toe, overcome with fear and something else that made their heart flutter. It was humiliating. Their cheeks were red and they were stammering, searching for a proper response
And then they noticed the stranger smiling at them
“Heh, you’ve got the cute part nailed down I see. If you do accept my offer, I'm sure you’d do great.”
Whumpee was at a loss for words. Comfort and protection and security and all they needed to do was be cute and obey? Hell of course they could do that. They were obedient. At least at their old job they were. Maybe too obedient. Too dependent on orders. Too eager to please. Not enough drive.
But pets don’t really need to be independent, do they?
The stranger’s voice brought them back to the present.
“So, what do you say dear?”
They’d made up their mind.
The stranger smiled. Whumpee was half expecting that to creep them out, but their smile was just so… warm and inviting. Genuine. They got up and offered their hand to whumpee. And whumpee took it, allowing themselves to be brought to their shaky feet and led to a sleek black car. The stranger helped them into the passenger seat and soon enough, they were driving.
“By the way, what’s your name dear? Mine is whumper. But if you wish, you can just call me master.”
Whumpee swallowed, slowly realizing what they’d just done. They’d really accepted to be a complete stranger’s pet huh.
But there was no turning back now.
“M-my name is whumpee… but I guess master can call me whatever they wish.”
Whumper laughed, pleased.
“You’re adorable, dear.” The praise brought a smile to whumpee’s face. Maybe they could get used to this.
It was an impulsive decision. One they made when they were desperate and starving and cold and not thinking straight. But now that whumpee was curled up on master’s lap, having their hair stroked and receiving gentle praises for being such an obedient puppy, they couldn’t help but think it was indeed the right choice to make.
tagging @uvanuva because she's my nemesis and @whumpshaped because i think it would enjoy reading this (if anyone wants to be removed or added, feel free to say so!)
