#whump story
Whump Crossover: AngelandCosmo
Taglist:@rat-father (since its Cosmo related) @string-of-broken-heartsand@whumpeereblogs (since its Angel related)
Angel and Cosmo meet! They’re very similar yet very different and it was fun writing about the both of them! Here’s their outfits for referenceandHere’s a layout of Cosmo’s house!!
CONTENT WARNING: dehumanization, anxiety, restrained whumpee, amputated whumpee (feet), conditioned whumpees, underweight whumpee, mentions of frail/bony body
Angel and Cosmo
Master told Cosmo it was going to have a surprise. It couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious, not liking being unaware of what Master was up to.
It was wearing only underwear and it stressed it even more. Normally, it was allowed to have a shirt and a skirt, but apparently not today.
When the doorbell rang, it felt its heart beat harder and faster.
It watched from afar Master answering the door and great the people in.
The was one tall woman with big curly hair, holding a leash attached to a pet with long pink hair in pigtails.
As soon as the other pet saw it, it started pulling on its leash while barking happily. Cosmo frowned, confused and a little bit scared, as the woman unclipped the leash.
“Cosmo, meet Angel. Angel, meet Cosmo.”
Angel sprinted towards it and stopped abruptly right before they touched.
Cosmo had no idea how it could run that fast on all fours and couldn’t help but feel its knees hurt just by thinking about it.
The pink-haired pet started circling it, sniffing and analyzing it, while their owners approached, smiling.
They sat on the couch as they looked at their pets, sipping on glasses of wine Master had prepared in advance.
Cosmo decided to approach Angel too, the two of them now walking in circles. It remarked that both of them were in underwear, but Angel had something weird around its legs and on its hands.
It looked closer and saw that it had big leather restraints keeping its legs folded so it had no way to get up, and it was also wearing leather mittens with small locks.
Cosmo was perturbed and also grateful its Master didn’t restrain it like this.
When it looked at the other pet’s legs, something felt off. It looked even closer and soon realized it didn’t have feet.
It hoped it was naturally like that, and not a punishment given by its Master…
It looked at the woman, trying to see if she could be capable of doing something that cruel, but was only met with a gentle smile from her.
Then, it felt Angel nudge it.
It turned around and fell face to face with it, their noses only a few inches away.
“Do you think they’re getting along?” Asked its Master.
“Well, Angel can be a bit intense at first, but I’m sure they’re having fun.”
The pink-haired pet smiled at it, a big wide smile revealing small but sharp fangs.
They spent a while getting to know each other, softly nudging one another and analyzing closely, and ended up playing.
Angel played rough and Cosmo was a bit afraid at first, but quickly understood that it never actually went too far and hurt it. It was also very frail and thin, even more than it, so even if it wanted to, it couldn’t really hurt Cosmo.
Cosmo was happy to have fun with another pet, usually the only other living being it saw was Master and Master didn’t play a lot.
Once they tired themselves out, the woman and Master approached them.
“Come now, do you want to take pictures with your new friend?” He asked it.
It smiled and nodded.
He and Cosmo lead the two guests upstairs and to the bedroom.
It knew the drill by heart and went to stand in the middle of the room.
It saw Angel look at its Master questioningly, and she gestured for it to go by its side.
So it’s friend came and kneeled besides it, followed closely by the woman.
She took off its restraints and held it up like it weighted nothing.
Meanwhile, Master had went to the closet to pick out clothes and was now coming back with two outfits; one pink and one purple, and started dressing them up.
Cosmo was now dressed in a purple crop top with a matching skirt, big shiny purple platform boots and a light purple leather harness with wings attached to it.
Angel was dressed similarly, but in pink. It had a pink crop top with a matching skirt, shiny pink platform boots which had been filled in a way that allowed it to stand up despite its lack of feet, and the same harness Cosmo had, but in pink.
While the woman helped Angel get used to standing up on its own, Master started doing Cosmo’s makeup.
It felt weird to do this with someone else, but it was also fun. It wouldn’t be so lonely in front of the camera this time.
When it was Angel’s turn to get its makeup on, it kept giggling and fidgeting. But surprisingly enough, Master didn’t seem annoyed.
Cosmo enjoyed watching him to do someone else’s makeup; it never had the chance to actually see him work. He looked so concentrated and passionate, Cosmo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him.
Once the two pets were ready, Master brought them to the photo studio, while the woman helped Angel walk on its legs.
Once back inside, their two owners brought them in front of the camera. Master started making them pose while the woman stepped back.
They were placed back to back, head turned towards the camera and holding hands on the ground.
Angel’s skin was cold and it could feel its bones in its fingers way to easily.
Cosmo tried not to get to concerned about it, Angel did seem very happy, and tried to put all of its concentration back to the camera.
The pink-haired pet struggled a lot with the flash and whined a lot at first, so Cosmo squeezed its hand tighter and whispered it nice words.
“You’re doing great.” It encouraged.
In its place, that was what Cosmo would’ve liked to hear, and it hoped it would satisfy it.
At the next flash, Angel didn’t flinch nor whine and Cosmo smiled proudly.
Master took a ton of pictures and they had went through multiple positions. The both of them had a lot of fun and enjoyed their day a lot.
When it was time for its new friend to leave, Cosmo felt its chest tighten. It didn’t want Angel to leave, at least not yet.
But it couldn’t do anything.
It watched its friend leave with the woman as it waved goodbye sadly.
It couldn’t wait to see it again.
Songbird Series: Melody’s Downfall
Honestly, I don’t recommend reading this chapter at all unless you’re not phased by gore/surgery/horrible pain in general
CONTENT WARNING: humiliation, hair pulling, cuts, crying, begging, mention of death, mention of being burned alive, mention of being beaten to death, heavy torture; slit Achilles’ tendons, vocal cords removal surgery, teeth removal surgery (all while being awake and conscious)
Melody’s Downfall
Melody loved being on the stage. All eyes on it and the feeling of pride when Master told it it had done well. But today, something was different.
It didn’t really know what happened, it didn’t understand what went wrong, it just knew it was done for when it fell on the ground and missed its note.
In that moment, everything had gone completely silent. It was too shocked to move, still on the ground with an open mouth, eyes closed and its brain trying to process what had happened.
Then, the fear kicked in. It had never been as panicked as it was in that moment, that moment when it realized what was going to happen to it.
It was frozen in fear and heard footsteps approach it from behind.
It felt like a trapped mouse being approached by a giant monster.
A hand grabbed it by the hair and lifted it up to its knees.
“Stay.” Master obeyed in a terrifying tone before he left the stage again.
Then, the crowd started booing and throwing things at it.
Horrified tears streamed down its face as it stayed there, kneeling and protecting its face with its arms as bottles and glasses flew around it.
It felt scared and humiliated. It couldn’t believe it had failed. It had worked on this number for so long, how did it mess up? What went wrong?
It didn’t understand, it didn’t understand!
It curled up on itself as it cried and as broken glass cut on its skin, the audience booing echoing in its head over and over again.
It stayed there for what felt like hours, until it felt a hand grab it by its hair again.
When its head got forced back up, it saw the empty theatre, lights off and silence floating in the air.
“Do you know how much you just cost me?” Master snarled. “You’ll regret this for the rest of your miserable, useless life.”
It cried and clawed at its hand, begging for mercy as he dragged it away.
•
It had been strapped down to a metal table and Master was there with a surgeon, both of them circling it while talking.
Its ears had been plugged and it was gagged, unable to hear nor make a sound. It couldn’t move its body either; the surgeon had inserted a catheter in its wrist with a drug that immobilized it.
All it could do was silently cry and watch the two men’s lips move as it laid there, naked and helpless.
It watched as Master Williams walked towards its feet, a large knife in hand, and tried begging and squirming, but its body didn’t react. It only managed to make small squeals through its gag as fear submerged its brain.
Then, a horrible sharp pain went through its tendons.
A screech escaped its lips, drowned in complete agony.
Master had just slit its Achilles’ tendons.
Master had just slit its fucking Achilles’ tendons.
Master. The Master it trusted and loved, just ruined its body. Just put it through the worst pain imaginable because of a mistake. It had thought he would simply kill it, not torture it, not destroy it, not ruin it.
And yet here it was, screaming and crying as it helplessly bled and suffered.
And this was only the beginning.
It saw the surgeon change the drug and slowly lost its ability to make a sound.
The gag was then removed from its mouth and replaced with something holding its mouth and throat open.
It became even more terrified.
It felt metal rods slide down its throat and something rip inside.
Its eyes widened in pain and horror as it understood what was happening.
Its vocal chords were being ripped out.
The pain was even worse than its tendons and the fear even more intense.
It could’ve learned to live without dancing, but without singing?
It would rather die. It would rather be burned alive or beaten to death.
And it still wasn’t the end of its punishment.
•
It thought this was it. It thought the punishment ended yesterday.
But as soon as it woke up strapped to a metal chair down in the same place it had been twenty four hours earlier, it knew it had been wrong.
Same drug keeping it immobilized, though it didn’t need the one to keep it silent too.
It didn’t have its vocal cords anymore, after all.
It didn’t even have the strength to cry or panic. Nothing could ever be as worse as what they had done to it the day before. Its soul was already dead.
It looked with lifeless eyes the surgeon approach it with pliers as a metal gag kept its mouth open.
It knew what was going to happen. It knew and yet it only felt anxious, not afraid. It was too exhausted to truly care about its fate anymore.
Nothing mattered. Not since its ability to perform has been taken away from it.
It felt the plier on one of its teeth, and that’s when its instinct finally kicked in. But it still didn’t cry.
It felt its teeth get pulled down, then back up, the plier slowly crushing its teeth and the nerves inside, the disgusting taste of blood in its mouth.
It was completely agonizing, but it wasn’t afraid.
It just felt like it was dying all over again.
Songbird Series:Sick
This chapter is literally just my worst fears and anxieties. So yeah, Skye isn’t having a good time
CONTENT WARNING: dehumanization, conditioned, mention of removed vocal chords, mention of ripped out teeth, mention of slit Achilles’ tendons, reference to heavy torture (blood, bruises, injuries, shaved head, mutilated body), fear, anxiety, throwing up, panic attack, slight mention of suicide
Sick
Skye had been allowed to sleep for at least ten hours since it had performed the day before. It was eternally thankful to have such a merciful Master.
When it woke up, its entire body was sore and hurting.
A displeased groan escaped its lips as it opened its eyes.
It sat up and stretched its arms and neck before stepping out of the bed to stretch the rest of its body.
It stepped to its wardrobe and chose simple yet elegant clothes to change into.
It wore a white sweater crop top with matching mini shorts and then tied its hair loosely behind its back.
It put on a face mask and did its vocal warmups for the ten minutes it had to keep it on.
It hummed a few tunes while doing its simple makeup for the day, painting its eyelids with a bit of white and blue and putting on a pinkish beige on its lips. It added some blush and mascara and got back up from its vanity.
It sprayed on some perfume and put on simple blue socks before heading out of its room.
It walked the rough the corridors of the manor, heading towards the living room, knowing that’s where Master Williams would be.
It arrived in the living room and Master was exactly where it had anticipated him to be; sitting in a red sofa while looking at the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand.
It was behind him and he hadn’t seen it yet, so it walked towards him shyly to see if there was anything it needed to do today.
Once at his side, it glanced down and its eyes met Mud.
It felt its heart twist in its chest as it looked at it.
Mud was another pet of Master’s, but it didn’t have the same status as Skye. Skye had a lot of freedom and privileges, thanks to its talents, but Mud wasn’t as lucky. It couldn’t sing nor dance, or at least it couldn’t anymore. It used to be the same as Skye, until it failed. As a punishment for humiliating Master, it had its vocal chords removed and teeth ripped out. It also had its Achilles’ tendons slit so it couldn’t walk on its two legs anymore. Now, it’s only purpose was to be a punching bag for Master, or just a simple piece of furniture, like a footrest or a side table. If Skye recalled well, its name used to be Melody, until it messed up.
It had trouble keeping its eyes off of it; its shaved head and rash skin, the big scar in the middle of its face, the multiple bruises and untreated wounds all over its flesh, its pleading and tearful eyes and trembling body as Master laid his feet on its back.
“What is it, doll?” Master asked, pulling it out of its thoughts.
“I-I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do for you today.”
He sipped on his glass of wine. “No. You’re free to do as you please. You did very well yesterday, you deserve a break.” He smiled at it and brought his attention back to the fire.
“Thank you, Master.”
It bowed its head and glanced back at Mud before leaving the room.
It wished it could help it, but it was terrified of what Master would do to it if it did. So it did nothing and left, heart sinking to its stomach.
It was terrified of ending up like Mud and couldn’t even begin to imagine the constant agony it must be in. Just the sheer thought of being unable to perform scared it, especially Master’s way to ensure it.
Skye hurried to the kitchen, passing through the big corridors covered in doors and framed pictures of it during its performances.
It grabbed an apple and a glass of lukewarm water, and ate even though it wasn’t feeling hungry anymore.
Swallowing was physically difficult; its stomach was in a knot and it felt sick. It couldn’t stop putting itself in Mud’s place. It knew neither it nor Mud had any access to dangerous objects to ensure them not committing suicide, but it still thought it would have found a way. In its place, Skye would’ve done anything to put an end to its life. But maybe Mud was stronger than it.
It forced another bite down despite feeling like it might throw up, and took a sip of water to help it.
It managed to finish the apple, but still felt sick.
It got up and walked towards the front door to take some fresh air.
As it walked, it felt less and less its legs and started trembling.
It tried running to the bathroom, knowing what this meant, but it didn’t make it.
It fell to the floor and threw up as it started crying.
It breathed heavily and hunched over its sick, too weak to get back up and clean it.
It stayed there for god knows how long, unable to move or form any thoughts, until Master’s maid found it.
“Oh, Skye..!” She hurried over. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“S-Sorry…” it mumbled as tears streamed down its face.
“Come, I’ll clean this up later.”
She helped it get back up on its feet and helped it walk to the closest bathroom.
She made it sit near the toilet and gave it a warm blanket.
“There you go.” She stroked its back softly. “I’ll go get you some water, okay? Stay here.”
Even if it wanted to, it couldn’t move. Its body was too exhausted and mind too overwhelmed.
It was also terrified that throwing up ruined its vocal chords and that it wouldn’t be able to sing anymore.
It tried doing a few notes, but its voice was hoarse and scratchy.
Terrified, it started crying frantically and mumbling incoherently.
When Lucie came back, she put the glass on the ground and held it tightly in her arms, hushing it and whispering nice words.
Skye couldn’t stop crying, it was so scared, so terrified. Its voice was ruined and Master would destroy it for becoming useless.
It felt sick again at the thought of becoming like Mud and braced itself as it felt something come up again, but it’s stomach now empty, only air came out.
It hurt and burned and it cried even more.
It felt a glass of water on the tip of its lips and instinctively drank through its sobs and sniffling.
The water helped with the pain, but not with the fear.
Lucie caressed it gently and kept on holding it tightly, doing her best to reassure it, until it passed out in her arms.
She brought it back to its room and installed it in its bed with a bucket next to it.
She sat on a chair and looked over it for the rest of the day.
Introducing Mud from the Songbird Series
Mud used to be the same as Skye until it messed up and Master Williams made sure it wouldn’t be able to perform ever again.
Melody (Mud before its mistake):
Mud (after its mistake):
Songbird Series: Perfect Performance
Fist chapter of Skye’s story! Here’s their outfit, makeup and pose!
CONTENT WARNING: exhaustion, groping, noncon touching, manhandling, mention of human trafficking, dehumanization, slave whump, captivity whump, pet whump
Perfect Performance
Skye knew if it missed that performance, its life was ruined. It had to be perfect. Master always had greedy and exigent guests, but those were at the top of the list. If it missed one single note or one fraction of a movement, it would be done for.
Its makeup felt heavy and uncomfortable on its face and its dress was so long and kept getting in the way, but it didn’t show one sign of weakness or discomfort.
It kept on going, concentrating on its voice more than anything.
All eyes were on it, the spotlight made it shine and there wasn’t place for mistakes.
Its mouth was wide open, belting the final note, as it hung upside down from the giant metal ring attached to the ceiling.
It had to fake a vibrato, its voice wasn’t relaxed enough for it to come in naturally, but none of the people watching it were experts in music and they wouldn’t know the difference.
The final note finished in unison with the symphony and soon people started clapping.
It breathed heavily, still hanging upside down, and forced a smile as tears of exhaustion streamed down its face.
At least the audience seemed satisfied. It glanced at its Master and he was smiling.
It had succeeded.
The lights turned off as the applause died out and it was finally allowed to get down.
The metal ring lowered to the floor and it stepped down and sighed.
Its hair was sticking to its face and its whole body was wet in sweat. It couldn’t wait to take a shower and change and finally eat and sleep.
But this wasn’t the end of the night yet.
It went backstage and grabbed a towel to wipe away most of its sweat and also to rearrange its makeup and hair.
It didn’t have much time; Master wasn’t a patient man, so it hurried up and sprayed perfume on itself and downed a glass of lukewarm water.
It walked in the corridors and went to meet its Master in the audience.
“This was a wonderful performance, Skye. I’m very proud of you. Now, go, the guests want to see you.”
His approval meant the world to it and it felt an enormous weight fall off its shoulders.
It nodded and walked towards the multiple tables occupied by Master Williams’ friends.
It got called by multiple people and started with the closest table.
The men at the table started groping it and complimenting its performance.
It mumbled a few ‘thank you’ while holding back tears, too tired to handle the bright lights and attention.
But it knew better than pull away and misbehave.
So it sat on a man’s lap when he pulled it towards himself and answered the many questions that were thrown at it.
“Are you sure you’re not for sale? I’d love to have a little bird like you at home.”
“I am immensely sorry, Sir, you’d have to talk to my Master about this, but the last I’ve been made aware, I haven’t been put on the market.”
“That’s a shame. I would’ve paid a handsome price for you.”
It smiled as innocently as it could and apologized again.
“You must be hard to maintain, huh?” One laughed as he passed his hand in its hair.
“Well, I do my best to not burden my Master with any of my needs, but I do require more care than an ordinary pet because of my performances. If I am not healthy, I cannot perform.” It explained politely.
It kept on moving from table to table, letting itself be manhandled and groped while answering questions and putting on a fake and innocent smile.
It was used to all of this at this point, but it couldn’t stop itself from thinking about a nice warm meal and a good night’s sleep instead of focusing on the people around it.
“Hey.” A snap in front of its face.
It blinked and shook its head.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir, I must’ve zoned out…” it apologized as it brought its attention back to its entourage.
“You’re not as perfect as you lead people to believe, huh?” Someone mocked.
“I- of course I’m not perfect, Sir…!”
“Clearly.”
It apologized again and went to the next table.
It couldn’t wait for this night to end.
