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Ringmaster whumper being infatuated having found the shapeshifter at an auction, shifting from their beastly form, then back to human as they paced the cage they were trapped within, swiping and snapping their maw and anyone who dared to approach.

Ringmaster whumper punishing the shapeshifter whumpee after a performance, because they refuse to accept anything less than perfection.

Ringmaster whumper dragging the shapeshifter whumpee out of the center ring after they collapsed mid-show, slowly revealing their true form to the crowd of onlookers.

Ringmaster whumper forcing the shapeshifter whumpee into hours of grueling training in order to uphold the highest level of skill and excellence expected of them in the ring.

A tapped on the bars lightly with their baton, looking across the lonely cell at B. They were curled up on their cot, hands gripped around their frail self. Jumping up at the sound of wood on metal, they’re on their feet despite their feeble legs wobbling beneath them as they walked. They would crawl if they needed to.

A watched with a blank expression, hooking the baton back onto their belt just as B reached them. B slouched to the ground, holding onto the cell bars. Not daring to reach out for A, as much as they might want to. A stood there for a few seconds before squatting down to B’s level to see their face slightly better. The sunken in eyes and temples, bruises and scars. B had really been beaten to hell.

A’s face finally showed some semblance of sentiment, their lips pressing together. Not all of this was them, after all. They traced a scar down B’s face, causing them to flinch away. A lightly grabbed their face with a hard eye, before releasing their grip.B knew better.

A shook their head and reached into their pocked. They pulled out two bagged nutritional snacks that they had taken from the earlier breakfast. They eyed B before looking at the bags. B chewed their lip as they stared through the bars at those packages, desperate hunger growing apparent behind their sunken eyes. They were actively starving, they would do anything to devour those. And A knew that

But A was feeling nice, others were around and the warden was watching somewhere. So, A handed a bag over. B paused. Was it a trick, was there a catch? But A just looked at them with an unfeeling expression, still. B warily accepted the snack. A slid the other bag under the bars and stood up, as B opened the bag and began to take small bites with shaking hands. A stared down at them on the ground for a few seconds, watching B become more voracious as he tore into the second package. He scanned the floor again, no one had taken notice. A’s eyes returned to B momentarily, raking their hand through B’s greasy hair as they walked off, leaving them alone again.

Warnings for: Whump, possibly leaning into dead dove territory, power dynamics, manipulation, similar/additional themes