Day4- “Do You Trust Me?”

@whumptober2021​  Guard Dog David and Alice. (Sorry angst-fans, this is yet more Fluff.) I might replace this with a color version but I thought I’d better get it posted up.

It’s kind of funny to me how often I see No One Likes Tall Pets in pet whump, and I get it. But, if we’re going for full pet/Pet comparison, I’ve known a lot of people with dogs bigger than they are. I’ve had a dog bigger than I am, both in weight and height/length.

For your consideration, it’s a powerful feeling to be in control of something that if it didn’t love you, or if you lost control of it, could easily rip you apart. Though I suppose that shows up with fighting dog or guard dog Pets.

You´re so right and I´m glad you said it. 

Look, I´ve had dogs big enough to look like donkeys dressed up as dogs (bless that kid who said that). They can rip you to shreds if they´re well trained and are taller than any adult when they stand in their hind legs. They are scary looking and people WILL move away when they see them. 

What people often don´t know about this big scary dogs, is that they´re idiots who will nose your arm until you pet them and would rather nap all day than anything else. They can be so tame, a fricking chihuahua can declare himself the leader of the pack. 

Scary dog privileges are just a facade to the sweet, tame cuties they are. With full training? They´re just lanky boys with an overly large body and too little energy to pull on their leash.

Forever Home

[Pet pet pet pet pet. I’m on a pet whump swing at the moment. Not Box Boy, just a world where human pets are as normal and canine pets. This should have a couple of parts, theoretically. Samuel isn’t looking for a sadistic power trip, just kinda being a regular-pet crappy owner.Just the kind of guy who you’re like, “hey, I don’t think you really have time for a dog. How about you start with a fish, ya’know?]

CW: General Pet whump [dehumanization, human trafficking/breeding (ew), muzzle mention, collar mention], vague pepper spray, very touch starved whumpee, very brief implied future non-con (gets shut down quick) It as a pronoun

Samuel looked from one kneeling figure to another. He crouched down and lifted a chin. Scared eyes looked back at him.

They were… fine. Really. They looked healthy, well behaved, all cute, but they just weren’t what he was looking for. He sighed, and the face he was holding shivered and shied away.

“See anything you like?” asked the salesman. Samuel straightened back up and dusted off his hands.

“I’m looking for something more – affectionate,” he picked his words carefully. The salesman smiled and swept out his arm.

“Well, why didn’t you say so? I have a couple over here that are trained-“ Samuel quickly held up a hand to silence him.

“No, not that kind of affectionate. I can handle that department on my own, thank you very much. No, I’m just looking for a pet to come home to at the end of a long day, you know? Something to make the house less lonely.” He turned and looked at the line of Pets kneeling on cushions.

“Do you have any that are pre-trained? Or if not, I guess the contact for a good trainer? I don’t have the time to train it myself.” The Salesman’s smile faltered a bit.

“Well, Sir, training is an important part. If you want an affectionate pet, then you have to put in the work to make sure it views you that way.”

Samuel sighed. That’s what the last place had told him. He didn’t want to spend time training the thing, hence why he came to a chain-store breeder not some rescue shelter. Maybe he needed to go more private, some home breeder that put more time into their Pets. He rubbed his temples.

“Do you have anything else? Because if not, there are plenty of other Pet stores I can go to.” The salesman shifted uncomfortably; he didn’t want to lose this sale.

“Well, we have a couple of returns,” he said slowly. Less commission was better than no commission. Samuel nearly perked up.

“Owned before? Why didn’t you mention that earlier?”

“Well Sir, they’re returns. Must have been a reason the first owner didn’t want them.” Samuel waved his hand dismissively.

“Whatever. Where are they?”

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One Thing

All at Sea - Welcome Home 

|| Part One | Part Two ||

Tagging: @looptheloup 

CW: implied past whump involving a minor, small spaces, dehydration, referenced/implied past noncon, box boy universe/pet whump setting & dehumanization

“Hey, bud,” came that same voice, the low, calm one. 567267 fluttered his eyelashes in an ugly squint that scrunched up his whole face, trying to adjust to the new light to see who was talking. Without thinking, he sunk lower into his corner, retreated from whatever horrible thing, whatever room, awaited him. But at least, thought the boy, there will be water.

The new light hurt, and he could barely make out the face above him, so he payed closer attention to his voice for any slight sign of anger, any demand, impatience, danger. Instead, he heard something that reminded him of… Calvin. “I’m gonna get you out of there now, that okay? Do you- are you hurt anywhere, that I need to be careful of when I lift you out? Legs, arms, ribs… any of that?” Low, cautious words. Like how someone might speak to a scared kid. And for a second, a thought flitted through his mind, dared cross the threshold between before the facility and after. Real memories, and fake ones.

I am a scared kid.

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Shipping

First drabble of the All at Sea series!! :D!

CW: Whump involving a minor (although it’s not really meant to be whump per se– being uncomfortable and dehydrated in a small box before being delivered to the door, just realistically what would happen to a box boy being shipped. Really meant as more of a storyline thing, like to start off the series at the very very beginning before he meets Keith..? idk how to cw for that lmao bear with me). Box boy universe setting (dehumanization), dehydration, small spaces, and a mention of the system of noncon that WRU runs. Implication that minor in question was apart of this system. 

The boy’s eyes were bloodshot. From inside the box, he couldn’t see them, but he knew they were because he could feel it. His eyes felt static and watery and so dry all at the same time, like staring at a really old TV from really up close for too long. He had tried to blink away the feeling, long, long ago, only a few hours before he left the facility. After that, it just hurt. Burned, like all the points that gathered the ache of being folded up so tightly and haphazardly into the box. With a sharp, dry swallow, 567267 wondered again how long he’d been stuck here, stuffed in the hot darkness of this box. And, grimly, he wondered how much longer he could really go without food. How long had it been already? He didn’t know. The thoughts only lasted briefly, and then they slipped away, and the boy was left to wonder what it was he just thought about. Thoughts did that now, slipped away. He couldn’t hold onto them long enough to make them stay. Weakly, he shifted his head to rest on another side of the box. And, really, he wasn’t all that sure which side of the box it really was. The top, or the bottom? One of the sides? All sense of direction had somewhere along the lines been taken, pried away from his shaking hands, after all the shifting and jostling and moving and everything else that came with shipping to a new place. And it’s a feeling 567267 was quite used to.

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