-- tw;; pet whump, torture, sensory deprivation, isolation, conditioning, non con drugging, multiple whumpers, stress position, starvation --
Melon nervously watched as Master Finley left the building, leaving them alone with the receptionist lady holding their leash. She stroked their hair calmly, giving them a soft smile.
"You're certainly not a face I expected to see back here again." She said. They took a glance up at her, eyebrows furrowing together. "Oh, don't worry, the trainers here will just help you become a well behaved pet again. You'll be back with your owner in a few days."
On cue, a broad shouldered man wearing the standard trainer uniform walked out to front, stopping next to the two. They averted their gaze from his cold eyes to the leather boots he wore, the woman giving them a last pat on the head before handing the leash to him.
"Follow." He commanded, tugging the pet forward.
Melon hurriedly obeyed, sticking close to him as he lead them down the big hallways, down a complicated route. They passed more doors then the pet would ever be able to count, the screams getting more frequent the more they walked down. Dread twisted a knot in their stomach, coming to a halt in front of a light blue door. He unlocked it swiftly, bringing them inside.
"Don't make a noise."
He unclipped the leash, carelessly throwing it into the corner.
"Kneel." He nodded at the red dot painted in the middle of the floor.
Melon did as told, gracefully kneeling in front of him. They focused on keeping their breathing steady, watching him search through a closet full of supplies. He brought out a familiar thin stick and a whip, holding them up in front of them.
"Which one would you prefer, pet?" The trainer asked.
Their lips parted slightly, snapping shut the moment his foot collided with their jaw. They whined in pain, digging their nails into the palms of their hand. Tears trickled down their face as they struggled to keep their composure.
"I did not give you permission to speak. Now, put your hands out."
They hesitated slightly, uncurling their fingers from the tight fists they were in. Their trembling became more obvious the further out they put their hands. The stick came down quickly on their palms multiple times, leaving thin red lines.
"Three lashes for each mistake. Let's hope your hands wont be bleeding too much by the end of this session." He leaned in closer, a sly grin forming on his face.
Hours passed before the trainer allowed Melon a short break, their thin figure covered in new bruises with blood stains on their knees as a result of their bleeding palms. They kept their sobs to a minimum, gentle hands pushing loose hair strands out their face. They melted under the kind touch, head resting against the trainer's chest. They didn't resist him tying their arms tightly behind their back the same manner he did their ankles, forcing them up to clip onto a hook hanging from the ceiling. Pain began to swell in their shoulders, worsening with the rough metal collar around their neck getting chained down to the ground, bending their body over awkwardly.
"Deep breaths, you'll be fine." The trainer cooed. "Stay quiet now."
He blocked off their vision with a thick piece of cloth, topped off seconds later with heavy headphones falling over their ears. The already silent world around them got deafened completely, leaving them alone with their thoughts. They swallowed dryly, doing their best to not make a noise, although they had no way of knowing if they did. The ropes wrapped around their skin pressed on the fresh bruises, slowly becoming numb to the touch. Melon hoped the night would be over soon, wishing to be back with their Master, to lay comfortably in their dog bed with Mint. The pain he brought them at home more bearable and familiar then the one here.
Melon waited patiently for what felt like years, falling asleep and waking up surrounded by the lonely darkness. On the few rare occasions that the trainer walked back in to feed them, the pet was only alerted to his presence by the vibrations of the heavy door opening. He barely touched them when he did, only tilting their head slightly up to help them drink and swallow the protein shakes. They still leaned into the touch best they could, desperate for the small bits of affection they could get.
Eventually the headphones got taken off, followed by the restraints one by one. Their arms fell down to their sides, tingling from feeling numb for so long. All their limbs felt heavier then they were before, the dim lights much brighter to their eyes when the blindfold was taken off. They whimpered softly, trying to slowly move their fingers and get feeling back in them. The trainer grabbed their hand, roughly massaging them to speed up the process. His hand was massive in comparison to their boney fingers, making them realize that they'd gotten even skinnier during their stay, explaining the constant lightheaded feeling and hunger.
"Stand up." The trainer commanded.
Melon struggled to keep their balance, shaky legs giving out beneath them and throwing them back down on the floor. Their head spun in pain, choking as they got dragged back up to their feet by their collar. He didn't let go until they found their footing and managed to stand on their own, clipping the leash back on while waiting for them to breath steadily again. Their body trembled uncontrollably, visible even beneath clothing much too big for them. They clutched their chest, hoping to reduce it slightly by tensing their muscles.
The trainer sighed impatiently, tugging at the collar to get them to follow behind him as he lead them back out the room. The bright lights in the hallways blinded them momentarily, making them squint their eyes the entire way down to the pick up station. Sweat formed on their back and forehead, clothing sticking to their skin despite the cold shudders running through them. It took them a few seconds to process seeing their Master sitting on one of the chairs, absentmindedly checking his phone. His eyes darted up at the sound of their footsteps.
"I've retrieved your pet, sir." The trainer said, the smile he gave much kinder then he had shown them.
Master Finley got up, taking over the leash. "Thank you."
Melon stayed glued to their Master's side the entire way home, not taking their head off his chest even when they arrived back. They insisted on cuddling next to him on the couch, taking in all his intimate touches. He pressed a kiss to their forehead, slowly rubbing circles on their cheek with his thumb. Their skin was much warmer to the touch then they felt, getting a fuzzy blanket wrapped tight around them. It didn't take much for them to relax and fall asleep laying against him, whimpering pitifully once he inevitably had to get up to make dinner. They scooted over to where he was sitting on the corner of the couch, resting their head on the side to watch him tiredly while he cooked. He made sure to add a slight bit extra to their plate, enough to keep them from starving too much, and a few drugs to keep them asleep peacefully until the next morning.
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-- tw;; pet whump, multiple whumpees, dehumanisation, conditioned whumpee, muzzles, caretaker trying their best and kinda failing --
Ted sighed in frustration, rubbing his painfully tired eyes. He wished he knew how difficult the process of finding a hairstylist that would accept pets would be before he spend hours searching every corner of the internet. He wasn't sure if he was just going about it wrong or if truly no place would accept them, and he was too exhausted to figure it out.
Grumbling angrily under his breath he took a last resort and started looking for dog groomers nearby. Of course tens of them popped up within seconds, willing to accept pets like his. He narrowed it down to the ones that could deal with curly hair, then very carefully read everything on each website. He didn't want to skip over any word or miss any important information he needed. He needed to find the one most reliable, trustworthy and capable to make sure his boys were in good hands. Or the best ones possibly, at least.
A dull ache wrapped around his heart as he called one of the numbers to schedule an appointment. Ted couldn't focus much on the conversation, a small voice in his mind yelling at him for stooping low enough to do this. He silently prayed that it wouldn't be so bad, that they would treat his pets decently. The woman on the phone told him that they required 'reactive' or 'scarred' pets to wear muzzles, in order to avoid accidents. While Melon didn't fit under that category, Mint did, and he hated the very idea of muzzling him.
He was unsure of how to even go about it, he didn't own a muzzle and buying one would meant admitting he has pets. If someone who knew him got a hold of that information they would surely go telling everyone else. The guy who openly hates the pet industry finally gets a pet of his own, one that requires a muzzle, no less.
The only placed discreet enough to buy what he needed without people seeing would be the internet, again. He quickly found an online pet store that sold more gentle looking muzzles, without a metal bit or stiff leather restricting breathing. They sold them in a variety of sizes, with different dimensions. He squinted his eyes, trying to imagine what Mint's size would be according to the small chart the shop provided. The numbers seemed to blend together after a short bit, Teddy groaning softly. Staring at the screen was of no use, he needed to take a break.
Melon stood on their toes, arms leaning on the ledge of the open window. They had their eyes closed, too busy basking in the warm sun to hear Master Teddy's footsteps. They felt his presence behind them, a small flinch escaping them as they turned around to see him only two steps away. They put their feet flat on the ground, turning to face him completely.
"Are you enjoying the sun?" He asked.
The pet's eyes darted to Mint and back, hesitantly nodding after a few seconds of silence.
"It's alright, you're allowed to do so," he said. "We can actually sit outside on the porch if you guys want? The weather is pretty nice."
Mint looked up hopefully, quietly waiting for Melon's response.
"They— they would be very grateful for the opportunity, Master."
He gave them a kind smile. "Alright then. You two can go ahead and wait for me outside. I'll be there in a second."
He unlocked the door for them, waiting for both to step out before closing it again, leaving to grab the laptop from his office upstairs. Melon double checked that Master wasn't still there, taking Mint's hand in their own and squeezing it gently. They sat at the table together, the sun blocked out by the fabric hanging above, acting as a roof. The only rays of light that made it through hit their backs, warming them through their shirt. Melon let go of the other's hand as soon as they saw Master Teddy approaching through the window, intertwined fingers slipping away. Mint paused at the sudden action, quickly understanding once Master stepped through the open doorway. He greeted them lightly, taking a seat across from the pets and setting his laptop down in front of him.
Ted focused his attention on the screen, reluctantly continuing with his search for the right muzzle for Mint. His eyebrows knitted together tightly in a frown, occasionally glancing up at the pet in hopes of getting a better idea of what would fit. The total price with the shipping ended up being more then he wanted to spend, pulling a groan from his throat as he pressed 'order'.
Melon crossed their arms atop of the table, resting their chin on it as they watched Master Teddy's expression. He seemed much more frustrated then he was a few minutes ago, sending angry glares their way. Mint also took notice of it, nervously shrinking back in its seat every time he made eye contact with him. They exchanged short glances, Mint shrugging at the other, being just as confused as them.
"..Master Teddy?" Melon quietly spoke.
Ted's head snapped up with the same angry stare, making them flinch. He relaxed his face hurriedly, seeing how afraid his pets were of him.
"Sorry, I was.. Kind of lost in thought." He cleared his throat. "Would you guys like some lemonade?"
Tears streamed down Melon's face, silently sobbing to themselves.
"They- they are sorry, Master—"
"It's okay, it's okay," Teddy soothed, pushing loose hair strands away from their eyes. "I'm not mad."
"Please punish your Pet so they can be better. Please."
He let out a soft sigh, taking their hands in his own. "No. No, I'm not gonna punish you, and, you're not a pet, okay? You're human."
Melon froze for a moment, breaking down as Ted pulled them into a hug. He let them cry on his shoulder, staining his shirt with warm tears. They brought their hand up to the collar hanging loosely around their neck, wrapping their fingers around it protectively. They took a shaky breath, not daring to look at their owner as they spoke.
"I don't want to be a human," they whispered.
Ted's eyes widened slightly, processing what they said. He held his breath subconsciously, raking his brain for a good response to no avail.
"Thats.. Okay."
He face palmed himself internally. It wasn't okay. They probably knew that deep down as well. But he felt their muscles relax under his touch, tensed shoulders going down. It was too late to take back now.
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-- tw;; pet whump, captivity whump, multiple whumpees, caretaker new master, mild angst (?), references to training, long paragraphs --
I think there was something you saw, walking down that street. You were staring endlessly, breathlessly, until you inhaled sharply. Stabbing through my thoughts like a dull knife and pulling down to make me see the tears wetting your shirt. I reached out to dry it off, to make the stain disappear before Master came back. You turned to me but never met my eye and I apologized. You weren't quiet. You were crying, right on my shoulder where the tears moved to fall on my sweatshirt. The one you gave me that night, when I was covered in water. And blood. The blood still stained because you couldn't wash it out. Master said it was fine. He'd buy a new one. But I denied. I denied because I was scared that the new one would get stained the same way. He nodded with a fake smile. I wish his smile was more like yours. Warm and familiar. Yours is sweet and real. Calm and soothing. Adjective and adjective. Theres too many ways to describe how I feel about you. There's been many ways others have described how they feel about me. None of those could apply to you. For you, the opposite is real. I wish today was the opposite, so that you'd be smiling again. Smiling and telling me how you thought the bug you saw on a leaf in the garden had cute horns. They weren't horns, Master corrected you. I don't care what they are, or what they're called. But in the moment I wish I did.
If I told you all I knew about the bugs in the garden, would you look in my eyes and smile again? Or compliment me on my knowledge of animals? Perhaps that would distract you from the pain you are in. I distract myself with thoughts. Endless thoughts that endlessly run through my mind. They pause when you look at me, and huff with a smile. I don't know why you huff. Are you the one running through my mind? It feels like you've been occupying a space in my head all along. A space I thought would remain empty. I shouldn't think. My thoughts are always wrong. That's what the trainers said. And repeated. They always repeated it. They repeated it until I repeated it. I have too many thoughts. I think too much. That's what they always say. No. No not the trainers. The people. The people you stare at so intently when they walk by on the street. The ones that made you cry when you looked at their faces but I didn't know why. Why would you cry looking at someone without a face? Maybe you don't like faceless people. If you don't like faceless people then why don't you look at me? I have eyes you can stare at, a nose you can touch yours with and lips that allow us to talk.
I want you to stare at me. I need you to look in my eyes with that deep gaze you always seem to have. You're always looking. You're attentive and alert. Your mind isn't occupied by unnecessary thoughts like mine. You didn't need to be told to stop thinking because your mind doesn't hold your thoughts but your eyes do. They don't look at your eyes the way you look at theirs. And mine. You look at mine so differently. I don't want them to look deep into your eyes and occupy place in your mind. I want to take a spot in your mind the same way you took one in mine. Or perhaps I'm incapable of that. You're capable of so many more things. You know what to do and when to do them. You follow the commands of the faceless people so much better then I do. If I claim a spot in your mind, can I learn to be so great? Perhaps you'll look deep in my eyes and teach me.
I want you to open your eyes and allow me to dry the tears running down your cheeks. They fall past your lips like they aren't there. I see its there. You use it to talk to me, and tell me how I feel. You know how to do that. You're good at telling me what is important to think because I think too much and those thoughts trample over what is important for me to know. You tell me I need to know my emotions. You said you would help me know. I want to know your emotions. I want to know how you feel, how you think and how you're so good. When I cry you hug me and tell me its alright. I do the same for you. I hold you closer and closer. Your hair is getting in my eyes and mouth but I do not know if I should care. I decide not to care. You hug me back, the weight of your arms keeping me connected to the ground and reminding me to care about the cold tiles beneath us and the footsteps that echo off it. But I chose not to care about our Master crouching down beside you, slowly petting your head. I want to be the one doing that but I didn't think of doing that because nobody told me I needed to.
I think you're important enough to care for me to about. You're important enough for me to care about. You're important. You're important to me. Am I important to you? Do you think about me? Am I important enough to think about? Am I important enough for you to care about? Or are those thoughts about me a discard-able thing like I am. Will you discard me from your mind? Will you push me away and look me in my eyes while telling me that I'm no longer fun? People have told me that many times. It's okay. You can be honest. You can tell me how you feel. I need to know how you feel. I need to know that you're alright. Or that you're not, so I know to make you feel alright. Your words make me feel okay. I hope mine do the same for you.
Ted pushed his hair backwards nervously, walking past the tiny rooms holding pets in them, ready to be adopted. The place seemed less dingy then the last shelter he'd been to, but thats about all it had going for it. He didn't expect anything else, places where they sold pets always made him uncomfortable. All those eyes staring at him, people watching his every move. None of them were in a good state, scars all over their body and permanent injuries deeming them as useless.
Shelters were an easy way for owners to get rid of pets that they ruined, from lapdog to chew toy. There was always a demand for those as well, perfect stress relief for guard dogs. He didn't care for any of that, he needed a place to start, something cheep as a new owner. Against all advice, he'd rather take a broken pet then an expensive one.
Ted abruptly stopped, spotting a worker just walking out of one of the rooms. They turned to him, face switching from annoyance to friendly service worker in a flash. They clasped their hands in front of them, bowing slightly.
„Hello, sir! Is there anything I can help you with? A pet you're looking for in particular?“
„Hi,“ he smiled back, trying to look polite. „Um, I don't have anything in mind, just looking to start.. simple.“
„Simple? Oh, that's perfect!“ They stepped to the side, gesturing at the pets sitting behind the glass next to them. „We got a new pet just today, they're very well behaved and easy to take care of. Perfect lapdog and romantic with no scars.“
He hesitantly came closer, eyes fixed on the pet in question. To his surprise, there were two pets instead of one, but it was clear which one the worker was referring to. The pet in question knelt gracefully, pink and green hair framing their face with a hopeful glisten in their eyes. Their smile lightened his mood slightly, the first pet he'd seen that seemed genuinely happy. He glossed over the second pet, littered with scars and hair dyed a light blue, a tight leather muzzle covered half its face.
„What's their name? And why's there another pet?“
„Melon. The other one is Mint. They were brought here together after their owner passed and simply refused to be separated, so we let it be.“
„Melon,“ he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. „Okay. I'll take him.“
„Amazing.“ The worker clapped their hands together. „You can come fill out the papers at the front desk.“
Ted nodded, following them back through the hall. They gestured for him to wait a moment as they hurried into a different room behind the desk. He pulled out his phone to check the time, glancing back in the directions of the pets. He didn't realize how fast his heart had been beating until he calmed himself, taking a moment to process everything. He couldn't wait to be back in the comfort of his room, to relax by himself. And his new pet he impulsively got.
The paperwork was surprisingly short, but he still took his time reading through every little thing. The small print didn't pass him by either, he did not want to agree to anything he wasn't aware of. The signing and transaction went smoothly, leaving him on a road home with a pet sitting in the back of his car.
Melon imprinted on him like a duckling, trailing just behind him even without leash and obeying any command without struggle. A good sign to him — he wouldn't have to do any training to get them to listen. Ted took them into his office room, letting them explore a bit. His desk was filled with notebooks, scrap notes, pens and books. They curiously glanced around the room, eyes landing on the fluffy dog bed he had prepared in the corner. He searched through his messy drawer to find the collar he bought not long ago. It was white with small blue and pastel orange flowers painted on, rose gold buckle reflecting in the light, matching the leash perfectly.
He turned his attention back to Melon, feeling their gaze burn into his back. He smiled gently, telling them to hold the collar for him while he took of their old one. They nodded, tensing slightly as he stood behind them, fidgeting with the collar. Eventually it popped loose, the leather separating from their skin in what must've been years. Most of what was underneath was rubbed raw, angry red lines left behind. His breath caught in his throat, noticing how the pet seemed uncomfortable without it on, fingers twitching.
„Are you okay?“ Ted asked instinctively.
„Yes, Master Ted, they're fine.“
„Just- just call me Teddy.“
„Master Teddy,“ they corrected.
He hesitated, swallowing a sigh. He decided not to have this conversation now, leaving it for later. Ted threw the old collar down in the trash, reaching around to take the new one from their hands. They waited for him to grab it, lowering their arms again. He set it aside between the pile of papers on the desk, ordering them to wait while he got bandages. The pet stood patiently, shifting their feet slightly. Dread build up inside them, feeling more lonely then they had before. The minutes flew by, barely registering as Ted stood behind them once again, this time rubbing something cold on their skin and wrapping bandages around their neck. They welcomed the familiar feeling of a collar enclosing on them.
Ted was careful not to tighten it too much, wanting it to leave plenty room to breath. And hopefully stop the skin from getting that bad again. He wondered if Melon was constantly feeling the pain of it rubbing against the sensitive skin for all those years. Was it like that for all pets? He wouldn't be surprised, but it made him sick to the stomach thinking about it. Getting a pet just to neglect things like that, shouldn't people know proper care? He made a mental note to check back on the wound in a couple days, first focusing on the tasks at hand.
„Melon? Do you want to help me clean up around here?“
„Yes, Master Teddy. They would love to.“ Melon said.
„Okay. You don't have to, you can also rest, and take some time to get adjusted.“
They froze up, quickly shaking their head.
„Okay, okay,“ He soothed. „Um. How about..“
He trailed off, walking over to the desk. „..You can gather these books and put them back on the shelf! Yeah. I'll take care of all the loose papers.“
Melon nodded, obediently getting to work. They put all the books in one pile, easily carrying it with them to his bookshelves. They found the correct spots for them, squeezing it between all the others. At the last one they pushed in they slowed down for a second, eyes scanning all the titles. They lingered for as long as they dared, taking a glance at their Master, still occupied with sorting tons of papers. Slowly they pried one of the books off the shelf, flipping through as quietly as possible. They didn't understand any of the words, instead focusing on all the strange pictures and drawings of things they'd never seen before.
„What are you doing?“ Ted called.
Melon flinched, shutting the book and whipping their head towards him. „They're sorry, Master Teddy.“
„It's oka—“ He cut himself off. He had to punish unwanted behavior, not tell them it was okay. „Don't- don't do that.“
They nodded, putting it back in its place and falling to their knees in front of him. „They're sorry Master Teddy, please punish your stupid pet.“
He staggered, unsure of what to do. He didn't know how to punish a pet, and he sure as hell wasn't going to hurt them.
„No. No punishments. Since you're sorry, I trust you won't do it again.“
Melon peeked up at him, a confused expression twisting their face as they silently nodded. He started to have doubts about his capabilities as pet owner.
-- tw;; yelling, caretaker snapping at whumpee, multiple whumpees, pet whump, conditioned whumpees --
„Please, please Master Teddy!“ Melon pouted, holding the book up to his face.
„Melon-“
„Just one page, please!“
„NO! Shut up!“ Ted snapped.
Melon flinched backwards, preparing to get hit. A small whimper escaped their throat as they stared in fear.
„I've had it with you, Melon! Quit your whining and go to bed already! I'm not reading you a goddamn bedtime story.“
He let out an annoyed sigh. The door creaked open, Mint peaking its head in. It made eye contact with Melon, quietly rushing over to them. He buried his face in his hands, too tired to deal with either of his pets. He motioned for them to get out, settling back under the warm blanket.
Melon took Mint's outstretched hand, getting led out of the room. Tears clouded their vision, accompanied by soft sniffles. It stayed close by their side, worried expression painted on its face. They clutched the book in their free hand, using their elbow to wipe away tears rolling down their cheeks.
„Are- are you okay, Melon?“ Mint whispered.
They nodded as they plopped down on the soft dog bed, the other pet following. It wrapped its arms around them, feeling them shuffle closer to return the gesture. They sobbed into its chest, muffled by the fabric of its shirt. The noise slowly died down until they were completely asleep, exhausted from crying.
Melon shot awake, Master Teddy's footsteps nearing them. They knelt as fast as they could, forehead pressed against the floor. Their muscles tensed throughout, waiting for the blow or hair pulling.
„Melon? Can you look up at me?“ Ted said.
They obeyed, trembling slightly.
„Hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. I didn't mean to get so mad at you yesterday, okay?“ He kept his voice low, trying not to disturb Mint. „I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Do you still want me to read you that book?“
They nodded, hesitantly picking up the discarded book and handing it to him. He offered his hand, taking them to the living room to read it together.
