CW: pet whump, pet whumpee, conditioning, dehumanization
Socks sighed, he was exhausted and wanted something, anything to relax. He wanted to be home where he knew he was safe instead he was still with Brian. He hated Brian, more than anyone or anything he'd ever seen in his life.
As the man's hand stroked through his long hair, he couldn't help but lean into it. Fighting was hard and someday he'd let himself give in. Just a little.
"Pumkin, you're such a sweet little thing when you aren't being a stupid brat. You're so much better this way." Brian said gently as he let his fingers play with the strands of strawberry blonde hair.
Socks gave a half hearted growl in annoyance, he hated that stupid name even more. A sharp tug to his hair relaxed into a more petting. As much as he hated this man, he was still eager to please. The pet lay there, allowing Brian to pet him. He was a good boy, he'd been trained to be.... to be perfect... to be a companion.
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let me tell you, when i heard that mason OWNED his own pets, a cold shiver ran down my spine 😰😰😰 (honestly, reading the actual piece, i was surprised at how relatively mild he was to them? but i’m sure he’s not always that lenient). - newbornwhumperfly
Well pets aren’t supposed to be afraid of their Owners!! Their Owners are the constant in their pets lives, the ones who take care of them. They should feel secure and safe with them, not afraid!
Trainers on the other hand...... pets should not want to be retuned. They shouldn’t ever want to see their trainer again. Being kind to a pet during training is rewarding bad behavior and it will hurt the pet in the long run.
Makes em confused.
No no no, owners should be adored and loved and trainers should be feared.
CW: pet whump, intense dehumanization, recapture, broken whumpee
Whumpee can’t decide who to stay with. On the one hand, Caretaker makes them feel safe. But they treat them like a person, when they’re not. Whumper treats them the way they’re meant to be treated. They should like it. But they don’t.
“Well, Whumpee, who do you want to stay with?” asks Whumper, looking at Caretaker with a smug look on their face.
“Please stay with me,” whispers Caretaker.
“Why would they want to stay with you? You treat them like a person. Can’t you see you’re confusing them?”
“They’re-”
“They’re not.”
Whumper turns to Whumpee. “Do you want to stay with them? You know you're not a person. Why stay with someone who treats you like that? Run from them, don’t look back.”
Whumpee nods. Tears form in Caretaker’s eyes. Whumper smirks at them triumphantly.
I've been meaning to write this one for a while idk how it turned out tho. I wrote some of it while I was half asleep. @skunkandgrenade helped me by suggesting it!!
CW: mouth whump, teeth pulling, wisdom tooth removal, medical malpractice, sedation, waking up during surgery, drugged, non con drugging, aggressive whumpee, panic, hurt/comfort, car sick, dehumaniziation, conditioning, pet whump, restrained, manhandling
Niner and the Dentist
He hated car rides, they made him sick, he knew that other pets enjoyed them but he couldn't bear to ride in a car if he didn't have to. He curled up in the backseat and buried his face into his arms to try to make himself feel slightly better.
Finally the car came to a complete stop and the engine turned off. Niner popped his head up still feeling sick to his stomach when he realized where he was. A plain white building sat in front of him, he knew it was a pet dentist and he wasn't thrilled to be there at all.
Hayes pulled him out of the car, dragging him toward the doors and after a few minutes managed to pull the boy into the office. Hayes sat down in one of the waiting room chairs, Niner sat on his knees between Hayes's legs so he could both watch the office and stay out of the way. There were two other pets and their owners in the waiting office, one was close to them making the boy growl.
The other pet was one that was sold to be pampered, to be a pet, she had comfy looking clothes on and a soft collar on, she was clean and well loved by her family. Her short blonde hair fell in front of her face as she leaned forward against her own leash to try and make friends with him.
Niner snapped his teeth at her with an aggressive growl. Hayes's hand swept under Niner's chin and forced his head back leaving the boy's neck exposed. Master looked annoyed at best and turned to apologize to the other pet's owner before turning his attention back to Niner.
"Cut it out or I'll leave you at the shelter right now, you waste of space, now knock it off." Hayes snapped clearly having no patience.
Niner let out a soft whine and stayed in that position because Hayes hadn't moved his hand yet.
Finally after what felt like forever, a dental assistant called Niner's name and Hayes just got up and began to drag the boy past the door. A frightened whimper left Niner's throat as he was strapped to a dental chair. He tugged at the wrist restraints but no matter what he did they held fast.
A dental assistant came into his view and he growled, she was enough of a distraction that it was easy for the needle to slide into his arm to administer sedation.
It wasn't long until Niner's head lolled, he was dizzy and couldn't focus on anything for too long. His limbs and body didn't respond like they should have and it felt him feeling disoriented. He faded in and out of consciousness until a particularly sharp pain in his mouth forced him back to consciousness. There were hands and tools in his mouth, his mind was too foggy to really understand what was coming.
Something metal was grabbing a tooth in the back of his jaw, he let out a strangled scream as they yanked the tooth from his mouth. He started struggling to try and free himself from the restraints.
One if the assistants straddled the terrified boy's waist to keep him still while the dentist stuffed his fingers into Niners mouth to start to remove the next one. The metal tool returned to his mouth and wrapped around his next wisdom tooth.
The boy desperately whined trying to make them stop, the pain he was already feeling was becoming agonizing. The pull, the building pressure as the dentist pulled at the tooth until it finally gave way. He could feel it being forcibly ripped from his jaw, he let out another desperate scream one it was removed.
"What the fuck are you doing to him?!" Came Hayes's angry voice as he burst into the room.
All he could see was his pet strapped to a chair with wild fear filled eyes and tears streaming down his face. It made him furious that they hadn't even bothered to put Niner back under anesthetic or anything and had just continued the process.
A mask was placed over Niner's nose and mouth, his frightened pleading whines faded to soft whimpers before he finally fully lost consciousness. He watched as the too bright office room disappeared to darkness.
When he did finally wake up again, he was curled up in Hayes's arms on the couch back safe at home. His head felt heavy and like it was stuffed with cotton. His mouth hurt, it was sore and he wasn't sure he would ever feel like it would work again.
He managed an incoherent mumble that caught Hayes's attention, which led the man to cup Niner's cheek gently and turn the disoriented boy's head toward him.
"You were such a good boy today. You look hungry, let's get you some soup, hmm?"
Even in his drugged up state, Niner was happy to be called a good boy. Master was right, he was starving and would gladly accept some soup. He snuggled his way closer to Hayes and fell asleep, dreaming of laying by the warm morning window
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CW: drugging, dehumaniziation, conditioning, pet whump, non con drugging, caretaker trying their best, sleep deprivation, sedation, forced to sleep, prior home intrusion
Sleepy Puppy
Billie was getting worried, Niner hadn't slept in days he was too worried about the break in that had happened days prior. Luckily he had managed to wound and scare the intruder away but not without it waking up Billie.
They had tried everything to convince him that it would be okay and that they didn't need him on such high alert all the time. He didn't want to go to sleep in fear of the intruder returning.
"Niner, bud. You have to get some rest, I'll be okay if you take a nap." They said gently petting his head.
He growled at them and bared his teeth as a warning that he wouldn't hesitate to bite their hand next time. He wanted to protect them, from scary intruders and strangers who wanted to bring harm to his Billie. He turned his attention back to watching the door, the door that the intruder had used to get into Billie's home.
They sighed and went to the kitchen, they knew he would eat all least but the lack of sleep he had been getting was making them feel guilty. They had watched Niner doze off a few times then wake himself up, they had also watchedd him bite his arm to force himself to stay awake.
They figured the best option was to force him to take a nap, they were very worried about it weakening or even destroying the trust they had worked hard to build with Niner. They made up their mind and started making lunch for themselves and Niner.
They walked back into the living room, a plate and Niner's food bowl in hand. They placed his bowl down in front of him and sat down on the floor nearby to eat lunch with him. They bit into their sandwich and watched him casually.
Niner looked exhausted and absolutely drained from lack of sleep and forcing himself to be on watch duty. He took another look at the door before starting to eat. He had some left over mashed potatoes, dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, and some steamed broccoli. It was one of his favorite meals that Billie made him because it was simple and tasty.
He finished in no time, happy to have a full stomach so he could watch the door for longer. He yawned as Billie took his bowl back to the kitchen. He could hear the sink going as they washed some dishes but it sounded muffled and funny. He yawned again and his head felt heavy, he must be dozing again. He sat up straighter but his eyelids felt so heavy. He had to close them just for a moment.
Billie watched from the kitchen as Niner's head lolled, he swayed softly before flopping over onto his side with a loud thud. They wiped their soapy hands on their pants and walked over to investigate, Niner was out cold. They felt bad for drugging him, but were even more worried about what the lack of sleep would do to him. They knelt down and combed their fingers through his hair as he lay in a dreamless sleep. They pushed away the guilty feeling and sighed. It was for his own good.
He looked around frantically at the smooth metal walls of the cage...no, box? Whatever it was, it was part of a vehicle, it was dark with the only light coming in from some slots cut out of what he could only assume was a door.
Just a few hours earlier he was in his fenced in backyard, under the deck, making sure no intruders tried to come in. It happened so fast, loud sirens and lots of people invaded his Master's home. Before he could react to protect the house, a rope loop tightened around his neck. He yelped and whipped around the best he could to bite whatever had put the loop around his neck.
Hard plastic was all he tasted as several people in scary uniforms surrounded him. They were saying kind things to him, that he was okay, but the way the leash choked him as they cut the chain that was secured to collar didn't have him convinced.
Someone's hand came too close and he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. A loud yell of curses and a hard smack to the face made him release the hand from his jaws. The strangers dragged him to a scary looking truck, he dug his worn out tennis shoes into the ground as they pulled him closer.
The metal was cold and smooth once they managed to force him inside one of the truck's holding cages. He screamed and begged in a hoarse voice to be let out, to see his master. He clawed desperately at the small air slots in the door until his sobbing reduced him to pull his knees to his chest and cry.
The drive made his stomach churn and his crying made him tired. He was bad, that's why they took him, Master must've wanted to get rid of him. He tried to be a good pet but apparently he had only managed to mess that up. The truck came to halt and he could hear that the rumbling engine turned off.
The door to his cage made a click as it unlocked. The door opened and his cage was flooded with the afternoon light, he squinted and didn't notice that another leash had looped around his neck. He felt it tighten, they weren't his master, they weren't allowed to grab at him and take him away. But they did, and he made sure to fight it the whole way.
He was roughly dragged from the truck and towards a dull gray building, his master had talked about these places and had threatened to leave him at one if he was ever bad. He was pulled through unfamiliar hallways that all looked the exact same, he bit at anyone's hands that came near enough.
The strangers forced him into a room where it was bright, too bright, and everything was clean and sterile smelling. In comparison he was covered in dirt and grime from being outside. A metal wire muzzle was strapped to his face and a sharp pinch in his neck made him whine. This was all so stressful and new, the strangers were rough with him and he thought that he derlserved it for being a bad guard dog. He was supposed to be good, thats what he had been bought and trained for. Now his racing thoughts became slower and more cluttered.
A new stranger came up to him, they were blurry in his vision and he had trouble deciding what to think of them. A hand went into his mouth and it tasted like stale rubber, the fingers left and he could feel them poking and prodding at his body. He let out a low but sleepy sounding growl. The stale tasting hand from earlier found his collar under the dirty red bandana he wore, he perked up as he heard his name.
"From the tags, it looks like his name is K-9 or Niner…"
It's me again with yet another request for Niner! Today's request is for Hayes to say, "No, go on, say it." Maybe he's telling Niner to call himself stupid or a pet or some other spirit-killing things. Maybe Niner accidentally talks back after a punishment he feels he didn't deserve, and he clams up in the middle of it, prompting Hayes to say this. Maybe he's talking to Billie, and Billie finally decides to speak their mind about the way Hayes treats his pet. Just some ideas. You're the best! :D
I was gonna go a completely different direction with this but uh... enjoy how deeply ingrained Niner's conditioning and training is.
CW: dehumaniziation, conditioning, pet whump, trigger word (for Niner), cruel whumper, collar, leashed, past memories, punishment, verbal abuse, disobedience
"Say It"
"No. Go on, say it again, you filthy mutt. Tell me." Hayes says coldly, his stance towers over Niner and radiates hatred.
Niner shakes his head, he didn't mean for it to slip out, he didn't even know where the words had come from. He scrambled backwards as far as he could until the already short leash became taut, halting him almost immediately.
Hayes shortened the leash and pulled the boy close. He raised his hand making Niner flinch just before hitting him hard across the face. It took a moment for Niner to refocus his now blurred vision.
"Say. It. Again. K-9." Hayes ordered in a more threatening and somehow even colder tone.
"I-I'm n-n-no-not a p-pet, I'm a pe-per-person, s-sir." Niner stammered fearfully. He hadn't meant to say it at all. He never thought those words, how they tumbled from his mouth in the first place confused him.
Another sharp smack across his face made him let out a miserable whimper. He instinctively avoided eye contact to prevent any further punishment.
"You're right, you're not a pet, you're a miserable excuse for a pet. You are a filthy horrible mutt." Hayes spat into Niner's face.
The pet began to struggle to try and get away. Something in him broke. "I-I wa-want to go home! P-please!!"
Hayes threw Niner down to the floor, watched him scramble with a wild disoriented look in his eyes. The boy's entire personality shifted from a scared pet to a scared human.
"Please! Please I just… just wanna go home. M-my sister is… my sister. She's worried about me. Please! Plea-" his words were cut off as Hayes spoke.
"K-9-MUT281, down." Hayes said flatly but precisely.
Niner's panicking ceased as his body moved to sit him on his knees, there were still tears flowing down his face. He hadn't moved on his own, his muscles remembered the position well and his frantic thoughts faded to nothing. In only a few minutes, Niner now sat still with a few remaining tears rolling down his face.
"That's a good boy, now, you are a dog, my pet, you are not a person, this is your only life. Got it?" Hayes recited casually as he squatted down in front of Niner.
Niner's eyes had a lost distant look in them, but he nodded softly in understanding. After a minute he shook his head and went back to his normal pet self.
Hayes patted his head gently and affectionately. "Go on and get your blanket, and sit in the kitchen, I'll get you some dinner."
He shook his head as Niner obediently got up and walked off to the kitchen to wait. Hayes had both been dreading and looking forward to the day that the training wore too thin for his pet. A gentle reset was all he needed.
