@augusnippets Day 8

@augusnippets day 8

Bonus prompt- Whumpee wearing Caretaker's clothes

Demihuman Whumpee (canine), past capture, institutionalized/legal slavery of demihumans, lady whump mentioned, physical abuse mentioned, mostly just fluff though :D

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Caretaker sat alone in their living room, sipping on some stew they had made earlier. They heard Whumpee's scufflings in the next room, but left them to their own devices.

Whumpee was... odd, to say the least. They were just beginning to learn which of their old owner's "rules" that they were allowed to break. The demihuman tested boundaries carefully, like they were nervous for a punishment if they sat on any furniture.

Once they learned they were allowed to sit where they liked, however, they took up a habit of napping on the coffee table. Caretaker would never reprimand them for this, though. The more freedom Whumpee felt, the happier they seemed.

The poor thing's old owner was a cruel excuse for a woman. She never let Whumpee wear clothes past a pair of boxers, she made them act like an animal for her, and even went as far as to whip them if they weren't to her precise standard. Whumpee was a kind of dog-human hybrid, yes, but nobody deserved to be treated that way. Caretaker wouldn't even treat a dog like that!

Caretaker stamped out any thoughts of her— they hated to dwell on things, especially Whumper.

Caretaker noticed that Whumpee had gone silent. They quickly got to their feet and started towards the bedroom. "Whumpee?" they called.

When Caretaker opened the door, Whumpee was scrambling to hide, choosing to duck behind the bed.

"Whumpee? Love, you can come out. It's okay," Caretaker said calmly, stepping into the room. "Can you tell me why you're hiding? Are you doing something you think you aren't supposed to?"

Whumpee let out an ashamed whine and was still for a moment. Suddenly, they leaped up onto the bed where Caretaker could see them.

The demihuman was looking away in shame, and their ears drooped pathetically. They were dressed in a big white sweater that was entirely too big and a pair of shorts that they were struggling to hold up. Whumpee ducked their head. "I– I didn't know you were coming in... I'm sorry, I'll take them off–"

They were cut off as Caretaker tackled them in a hug, squeezing them closer. "Whumpee," they exclaimed, "you're wearing clothes! I'm so proud of you, love!" Caretaker ruffled Whumpee's hair encouragingly.

Whumpee, taken aback, hugged Caretaker. "I'm... allowed to?"

"Yes, yes! Of course, love. Though... we should probably get you some clothes that fit you a little better."

Whumpee nodded, sinking their head into Caretaker's chest. "Thank you... these are so comfy..."

Augusnippets Day 10 - Execution

Content warnings: death, guns, military whump

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The Soldier had never wanted to kill anyone. He should never have been here at all. The king was the one who wanted the land that they were invading; the Soldier didn’t even know why. It wasn’t right that he and so many others were forced into this fight in which they had no stake, or that the consequences were so dire if they refused.

So far, he at least had managed to stay out of the thick of combat. He didn’t cut the imposing figure expected of frontline soldiers, and was too nervy to be trusted with the more severe weaponry. The few times he had been armed outside of training, it had been for infiltration missions that ended up not requiring bloodshed, and otherwise he had been relegated to courier and recon tasks. All in all, he had been lucky.

This time, though, there was no getting out of it. Each of the conscripts in his unit had been brought out, lined up, and handed a rifle. All but one of them. The other stood across from them, blindfolded, hands bound behind his back. Even from a distance the Soldier could see the man trembling.

They weren’t even told what the other man had done - their commander simply announced that this other soldier had committed treason, and was to be punished accordingly. He barely gave the unit time to process it before giving the order for everyone to ready their rifles.

His body complied with the order even as his mind was numb with dread. He probably wasn’t the only one here who couldn’t quite hold his rifle steady as they aimed; it was doubtful that anyone else here was mentally prepared to be part of a firing squad. Breaths around him were heavy, faces gray and clammy.

The Soldier had been told before, in more casual circumstances within the army camp, that not everyone on a firing squad would actually do the killing. A couple of the rifles would be loaded with a wax bullet rather than a real one. Everyone would shoot, everyone would hear their own gun go off and feel the recoil, but a couple of those shots would be harmless. And everybody got to walk away knowing that there was a chance their own shot had been one of the fakes, a chance that there was no blood on their own hands.

But when the commander shouted for them to fire, the Soldier knew. He watched the bullets slicing into the blindfolded soldier, and the way his body crumpled amid a spray of blood that left a red mist floating to the floor and a ferrous smell in the air, and somehow he knew for sure that this was his first kill.

He wondered idly, as the soldiers were dismissed and the corpse was carted away, which one of those holes was his.

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@augusnippets day 7

Drowning/ waterboarding/ choking

Murder, loan shark situation, kidnapping

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Whumpee squirmed in their bonds, screaming through the gag in the back of the car. Whumper rode shotgun, while his personal driver took them god knows where.

One of Whumper's henchmen sat on either side of Whumpee, dressed in sleek black suits. They paid Whumpee's struggles no attention, watching out the tinted glass of the vehicle's windows.

Eventually, the car stopped. Whumpee was dragged out into the chilly night, finding themself on a bridge. The gag was pulled from their lips, and they were thrown to their knees before Whumper.

"Please, Whumper," they begged, looking up pleadingly. "I can have your money soon, i promise. I'm good for it, really!" Whumpee knew what was coming. They'd be beat again and dropped off at home, just like every other time. Maybe Whumper would even take a finger or two.

Whumper chuckled, kicking Whumpee onto their back. He snapped his fingers at his guards, ordering, "Untie him."

Whumpee's limbs were freed, Whumper's boot pressing down on their chest. Whumper's voice was smooth and unhurried as he spoke, "Whumpee. You've missed your payments for six months. I'm afraid it's over for you, friend."

"What? Whumper, come on, buddy! We're friends here, we can work this out!" Whumpee raised his hands, laughing nervously. "Let's see, ah, I've got some money back at home, if you'll just drive me over th—"

Whumper kicked Whumpee in the face, and they groaned in pain. "Fuck, come on! I promise, man, i just— what are you doing?"

One of Whumper's men was securing a rope to Whumpee's ankle, tied to a cement block.

"Hey- hey! No, no, please, we can work this out! Stop, Whumper, please stop them! No!"

The henchmen lifted the heavy brick over the bridge's edge, holding it and waiting for Whumper's command.

"Whumper, No!" Whumpee cried out, shaking their head.

Whumper's boot came off Whumpee's chest. "This is why you don't fuck over my people. Goodnight, Whumpee."

The brick dropped, and Whumpee was pulled with it, plummeting towards the dark, unforgiving water.

AHHH i have had 3 ppl in the last few days "spam" like me and i LOVE IT hehe it always brightens my day <3

starting augusnippets day 11 right now, i was really drunk last night and didn't have time to start it

masochistic whumpee who gets in trouble on purpose to get punished + a whumper that's confused why their obedient whumpee keeps acting out <3