#petwhump

Masters putting halters on their pets or show leads and pulling them around the ring.

Masters forcing their pets in uncomfortable, plank-like positions to show off their 'conformation'.

Masters cleaning up wounded pets and removing years of gunk for just one day where they look perfect and then making up for those days of withheld physical damage after the show is done.

And don't get me started on shapeshifters!

Masters dehumanizing a shapeshifter whumpee by forcing them to take the form of a livestock creature and entering them in a livestock competition.

Forcing them to stand in their own filth overnight before being scrubbed to hell and back the next morning with frigid water during the winter/early spring show season.

Allowing other, actual animals to harm whumpee and then, only after the damage has been done, yelling at the other participants for not having enough control over their animals.

Just...pets in competitions.

Part 1: Pet & Mistress Shay

CW: PetWhump, BBU/BBU-Adjacent

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The family was currently seated around the dinner table, celebrating the 18th birthday of their only daughter, a narrow-eyed, angry-faced young woman named Shay. Stacked in the corner sat a towering pile of gifts, wrapped sleekly in modern prints. Amongst this stack, near hidden, was a large metal crate, augmented with green. Small holes were hidden behind the trimming, just enough so that the creature which hid inside could freely breathe.

Wrapped in emerald-colored silk and nestled amongst bedding of the same, a rather petite boy was nestled, white-blond hair obscuring listless, prismatic eyes, half-closed. He wasn’t quite sure how long he had been tucked in there, only that his legs were fast asleep, and his back ached, and try as he might, the pain of the hunger clawing at his belly was becoming near-impossible to ignore. But he had to ignore it, had to remain perfectly silent and motionless. He had been commanded to, and he had to obey. Nothing less than total obedience would be accepted. So silent and motionless he remained, even as the hours bled on.

It seemed days later when the family finally finished eating, though it couldn’t have been any longer than a few hours. But finally, they moved on to gifts, starting with the smallest. Which meant that - unfortunately - Pet would be last. Vaguely, perhaps even a bit vainly, he even hoped that he’d be the greatest gift. Though among a thousand jewel encrusted pieces of jewelry, he couldn’t be too certain. Especially when those items that seemed to possibly be for him were placed to the side in disdain. Would his new master be kind? He was no longer sure. Yet he didn’t need to wonder long, as the stack of gifts thinned and the pinched-face girl finally reached for him.

Pulling away the lid, she gazed down upon him, excitement lighting on her face as he tilted his head to give a doe-eyed look back at her, as adorable and sweet and innocent as possible. She snatched up a pamphlet tethered to the wall, tearing through it before turning to look at her parents. “The one I wanted, too!” Shay nearly screeched out, excitement thick in her voice. Delicate yet strong fingers curled around his arms, slowly pulling him from the box which he rested within, until he rested on her lap, head curled up against her shoulder as she stroked his hair. “He’s perfect.” Reaching to the side, Shay picked up a collar of fine, lime-colored leather, studded with diamonds in elegant, intricate silver settings. Carefully, she latched it around Pet’s slender neck, lifting his chin with a finger to admire the effect.

Shay’s father, a pleased expression on his face as he watched his daughter’s excitement. “While we enjoyed your birthday dinner, I had the servants install his crate in your room. He isn’t registered with your school yet, and you know how their policies are. Your mother and I will get the paperwork through as quickly as possible, but until then, we don’t want him roaming the house while you aren’t here. Not until he’s been here longer, that is. It doesn’t matter how well trained he is.” Shay hardly even acknowledged him, too busy examining Pet’s face, motioning only vaguely for servants to bring the crate and all of her other gifts upstairs. She eventually stood, motioning for Pet to heel. He did, and together, they headed up the grand staircase.

Like trained, he kept his gaze averted down, bare flank inches away from his new Master’s calf, ears pricked for any commands she may issue. He halted as she did, and looked up as she ordered, taking in the new surroundings. They stood in the doorway of a massive bedroom, the floor made of rich, dark wood, covered with plush rugs of various colors. A canopied bed stood upon a raised platform, draped with velvet. But amongst everything in the lush room, it was what stood against the wall, all polished black mahogany and silver bars and emerald trimmings. His crate.

Nudging him with her toe, Shay freed him to explore what must have been her room, stepping off to her desk to sort through her other gifts. It was toward the crate that he walked, inspecting it. Compared to his cage at ApocriTech, this seemed too good for him. He was undeserving. Dark green cushions floored the area, his own bedding which he had been shipped amongst arranged atop it. A few toys scattered the back, and there were small bowls for food and water along the side. Though his throat ached and he gave the water a longing glance, he forced himself to turn away, continuing his exploration. Noticing an open door, he padded over, peeking his shaggy head inside. Inside was rack upon rack of clothes and bags and shoes. The closet, evidently. Pet had gone to step away when a flicker of movement caught his eye.

Nearly jumping back to where he had been, his mind silently raced. Was there another pet here? Had he simply caught a glance of a servant? He knew Shay was still at her desk, so he couldn’t have seen her. Was it - god forbid - an intruder? Should he alert her? What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t trained in defense! Pet exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding once he realized what he had seen. The entire back was a massive mirror, spanning floor to ceiling and corner to corner. And the motion he had seen was only a reflection of himself. He paused for a moment to observe himself though he knew he shouldn’t, looking at the silken hair that draped his shoulders and the glittering collar that encircled his neck. His skin was perfect now, unmarred. The bruises that once covered him like a leopard’s spots were gone now, as if they had never existed at all. Swallowing bitter memories and turning away, he continued on.

After the closet was a bathroom, which he steered clear of. His training had made it very clear to him that that wasn’t for him. He noticed a balcony as well, but the doors were closed. Nothing else was really of much interest. There were only some drawers, and a few shelves, and a rather massive television. And the bed, of course, overwhelmingly colossal on its stage. Satisfied, he made his way back to Shay, obediently sitting down alongside her, eyes slowly drooping in relaxation. Focused on sorting out pieces of jewelry, she rested a hand on his head, gently scratching his scalp. Perhaps she really wouldn’t be too bad a Master for him.

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If you're reading this, holy cow, you made it to the end! I'm honestly very, very proud of that. This is very much so a pilot, and I wasn't very certain on if I should post it or not, but I figured I would.

I hope you enjoyed this first little tale of Pet and his mistress, Shay. I know it was rather tame here, maybe a bit clunky, but rest assured, the good stuff comes later on. After all, Shay may be excited to own him, but that doesn't mean she's too good a mistress.

Anyways, if you liked this, let me know in a reblog or comment. Interest in my writing is how I know that people want more of it, and it's what inspires me to continue transcribing stories like Pet's from handwritten sheets to places like Tumblr. I can start a taglist as well, just let me know!