#nonhuman whumpee – @my-dump-of-whump on Tumblr

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👽(bat humanoid/monster)🔬(lab experiment) for the Nonhuman Whump Emoji Prompts - Standard Edition meme

Sorry that this has taken so incredibly long, I honestly kinda forgot it was in my drafts. I hope you enjoy anon!

CW: restraints, nonhuman whumpee, needles, dehumanization, probably medical inaccurate, paralysis, medical/ science whump, blood.

The creature was dragged into the lab. It winced at the bright lights. It fought as the guards brought it over to the table. It thrashed against its bindings. They forced it down on its chest and locked its limbs to the table. It keened as it’s head was turned to the side and strapped down as well. It tried to pull against the straps holding it to the table to no avail. It’s claws scratched at the cold metal. The room felt freezing and it had been striped of its clothes before being brought there. It flapped it’s wings in useless panic. Strong hands easily stilled them, forcing them down to the table as well. Long thick straps crisscrossed across it’s wings. Tears trailed down its face, pooling against its cheek on the table.

It had never been restrained like this before. Previously the men had only been interested in examining it, poking and prodding. They had used simple restraints for that, hand cuffs and shackles chained to the floor so it was on its knees.

It was pulled from it’s thoughts by a noise.

The door to its right opened. It could hear talking in a language it didn’t quite understand. It squirmed as it felt hands on it.

“Still, little beast” one of the scientists ordered.

That command it understood. Be still, be hurt less.

The other science readied a shot of some sort. It squirmed a little at the sight of the needle, wings pulling at the restraints.

“Still”

It went limp. It tried to take deep breaths to try and calm itself. It’s neck was wiped with a cotton ball dipped in some ice cold liquid. It squeezed its eyes shut as the needle was pressed in.

“Breathe, little beast, breathe.”

It hadn’t realized it was holding it’s breath. It focused on its breathing. In then out then in again and out again. It took an agonizingly long time before it was finally pulled out.

“Good” the world was paired with the ruffling of its hair.

It’s body felt weird. It assumed it was from the injection. It panicked when it realized it couldn’t see the scientists anymore. They were talking to each other in the language it couldn’t understand again. It could hear them moving around and the occasional clink of metal on metal.

Then there was a searing pain in its back, between its wings. It tried to cry out, to struggle, to do something, anything, but it couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound.

The pain spread in a line down it’s back. It felt warm blood run down it’s back and sides.

It was going to be a long day.

my-dump-of-whump

So I’m changing a story I’m writing which means I’m cutting out this super whumpy part, so I might as well post it here as a short Drabble.

CW: broken bones, blood, death, beating, intimate whumper, non human whumpee

Blood spilled across the floor as the light left the man’s eyes. The hand around His’s wrist loosened then fell away. He pulled his knife from the man’s neck and stood up. He stumbled back and sank to the floor. He was disgusted with him self. Now he had another man’s blood on his hands both literally and figuratively yet again. He was on the verge of having a breakdown. Someone else’s blood was on his face, splattered across his face. It made him sick. She paced towards him.

“Good job.” She purred “maybe next time try not to make such a mess”

He shuttered. He prepared himself to be beaten again.

“Then again,” she whispered wiping a speck of blood from his cheek “you do look so lovely in crimson.”

“Please stop.” He begged “I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me kill anymore people.”

“Oh I’m not making you do anything, not yet.” She kicked him in the gut, hard. He fell back and His head hit the floor with a sickening crack. She placed a foot on his chest. “I could make you do anything thing I want and I can make you love it, make you beg for more.” She leaned her full weight into it.

“No, no… stop” he gasped. “Ple—” snap. He let out a scream of pain.

“Aww, was that your sternum breaking?” She cackled, she slammed her foot down again. It landed with a crunch.

This was one of the times He wished he was capable of dying. Tears blurred his vision as he tried to shove her off of him.

“Oh you’re even crying now?”

“Stop” he choked. “I’ll— I-” he couldn’t find the words to say it and the words he could find came out more as a series pained croaks and gasps than words. “You can have me.”

“Hm?”

Then the world went dark.