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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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I am Mason's elderly family member who visits often. Only, my memory is absolutely shit, so I always forget Mason doesn't have kids, so I always end up spoiling Rudy and Clyde with gifts of toys and money as if they were my grandchildren.

“School going well, young man?”

Rudy paused and slowly glanced up at the old man. Master’s mom’s dad. Master and his mom were in the kitchen chatting, Clyde probably hanging around the edges of the conversations. Rudy and the old man were left in the living room, drawing and reading the newspaper respectively.

“I, uh, I don’t go to school, Sir.”

Master had told them that his grandfather was getting old, that he had some problems remembering exactly when he was. Apparently when he was young, there hadn’t been pets where he grew up. Rudy couldn’t imagine it, but a farm didn’t seem like a place where pets would be very useful, anyway.

“You don’t? I just thought you were doing some homework there. What are you working on there, sonny?” He asked as he leaned over Rudy’s shoulder to examine the piece he was sketching. It was an exact copy of one of the photos Master had framed in the hallway, a landscape he had taken on a trip a few years ago.

Master’s grandfather whistled. “Looks just like it. Never you mind what my grandson tries to convince you, if you want to be an artist you’ve got the stuff’s for it.”

The boy didn’t really know how to respond to that one, eyes awkwardly glancing back and forth to the kitchen. He didn’t know what to say, how to correct him - was it his place to correct him?

The man sighed and picked up his newspaper again. “I know he tries to stifle you boys. That other one, too - Carl. Smart as a whip and Mason knows it. But someday he’ll have to get over it and let you be your own people.”

“You don’t have to worry about them, Grandad, they’re just fine,” said Master, thankfully walking into the room. The old man hmpfed from behind the newspaper and Mason just shook his head slightly with a smile.

Later that night he tossed Rudy a quarter to ‘buy him and Rudy some candy.” As strange as it was Master still let him keep it and put in on his dresser.

He slipped Clyde something, too. A piece of caramel that had a little wad of paper with it. The pencil lines were faint, but Clyde could just see them.

Dave can help.

With a string of numbers, too.

Clyde wasn’t sure what they were, but he was sure that he should hide it away from Master.

#rudy and clyde don't need a tag #pet whump #hehe #not as lost as he seems #also the TRAGEDY that Clyde can't read it #i don't think this'll go anywhere #but Dave's an old friend that just has a farm #where they could like hide out #mason's grandad isn't like part of the pet freedom ring he's just a dude that thinks pets are weird as hell

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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Mason this is the local Magical Disturbance Unit, it seems one of your boys mistook a small dragon egg for a pretty rock and took it home. The small motherdragon is angry and would like her child back

(It was absolutely Clyde, Rudy tends to misplace things. Also on hikes Rudy likes to find and bring interesting things to Clyde for him to see then is off to see next interesting thing. Clyde probably just pocketed it.)

He’s shocked but he checked your credentials and it looks legit. Clyde goes and gets it very carefully, questioning the face that THERES DRAGONS???

#rudy and clyde don't need a tag

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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I want to provide Rudy with Squishmallows and give Clyde reading lessons

They are both very very happy campers.

Rudy will try to stack them

#rudy and clyde don't need a tag

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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Do Rudy and Clyde have friends they can hang out with?

Not really? I’m sure mason has friends who have pets but it’s not like they can CHOOSE whether or not they hang out with those pets.

And Mason’s friends are not their friends, they know that. They understand the difference

#rudy and clyde don't need a tag

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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can we get the next part of the recapture arc for Rudy and Clyde :)

( I wanna see if mason gets Clyde back teehee)

I'm very happy with how this ended up going, but I'm jiving with a lot of AU's with this story, so I might have another one I dunno. But I really, really like this one.

TW: Kidnapped whumpee, recaptured whumpee, discussion with whumper, police mention/arrest.

[Picking up from here]

The following days were everything that Mason had been wanting for years. Rudy was a bit quiet at first, but compliant. Sweet. Needy.

Everything that Mason wanted him to be.

Oh, there were a few moments here are there where he got confused. Struggled and cried and tried for the door once, but those were to be expected with how the poor pet had been treated. Those tantrums were quickly shut down and corrected, Mason knowing exactly how to make his pet feel calmer and safe.

Now, Rudy was sitting by his feet with the boy’s head up against the couch. He was in a muzzle right now, after getting over-excited the last few days, but he was calm. Happy.

Mason knew how to take care of his pet.

Watching whatever show he had found on television, Mason would reach down and run his hand through his pet’s hair, appreciating how the boy had at least been able to keep it soft and smooth. So many things had fallen by the wayside, but he had remembered enough of his rules to at least do the basics.

His phone buzzed as the show went to commercial and Mason reached for it lazily.

Unknown number: We have some things to discuss.

Mason stared at it for a moment, confused. Wrong number? Or perhaps a confused client? Yes, that seemed more likely, a client that wanted to get in contact with him, but was unable to reach him while Mason had taken some vacation time. Annoyed, he unlocked the phone and replied.

M D: Hello, I am currently out of the office but if you contact (555)555-5555 we’ll be able to fit you into the upcoming schedule.

He tossed the phone aside and reached down to massage the sides of Rudy’s jaw. The laws, the change in culture had been so stupid. Asinine. Pathetic. People needed their pets, needed them for affection and comfort and stress-relief. And Pets needed people, to take care of them and keep them safe. It was inhumane to take away that support system.

Rudy hummed happily into his hand, eyes closed, and it soothed something deep in Mason’s chest.

The phone buzzed again and Mason sighed.

Unknown number: You’ve taken something that doesn’t belong to you.

Mason’s brow furrowed. A prank? Who would think to prank him like that, though? He put the phone aside again, starving the prankster of the attention they so clearly wanted.

Unknown number: Don’t ignore me.

Well.

M D: Who are you?

Unknown number: An interested party. Meet me at this address in an hour.

The address that was sent was nearly fifty minutes away, meaning Mason would have to leave now if he were to make it in the time demanded. He huffed indignantly and shook his head. No, he wouldn’t be threatened by some stranger, or punked by one of his friends.

Unknown number: This is your one chance to correct what you’ve done, or I will get the authorities involved.

And you wouldn’t want that, Mason Driver, would you?

What would your associates at Baxter Pharmaceuticals think if they saw one of their sales agents’ face in the paper under arrest?

Would you be able to land another job with your past and criminal charges?

Don’t test me Driver.

Fifty minutes left.

Mason snarled at his phone. “Up.”

Rudy startled from his half doze, unfocused green eyes staring blankly up at Mason. The man stood and snapped his fingers. “Up, come on.”

The boy scrambled awkwardly to his feet, following after his Master as they walked back to Mason’s office, to the small bed next to the anchor in the wall.

Mason secured him once again and left, ignoring the confused boy’s whimpers as he left.

The address was a cocktail bar. Mason cocked his head and double-checked to make sure it was right. The bar was upscale, a dark, expensive ambiance drifting from the lacquered doors. Inside, it was nearly empty - only one patron slumped over their drink and a bartender wiping down glasses. Mason sat at one of the booths and admired the black marble floors and elegant light fixtures.

No one spoke to him.

He checked his watch, about an hour and ten minutes since he had gotten the texts, but there was no one here. He rubbed his temples and chastised himself. A prank - annoying. Right as he was about to stand to leave, a figure slid into the booth across from him.

Even after a full moment of staring, Mason didn’t quite believe his eyes.

It was Clyde, Mason knew what his pets looked like better than anyone else in the world, but, but at the same time it wasn’t. He couldn’t even be called a boy at this point, the other man staring at him so brazenly was a man, stone faced and fiery. His dark hair was expertly loc’d, a few hanging over his forehead and shrouding his eyes. His ears were pierced now with mat black studs and rings, matching the layers of black chains around his neck. Mason’s eyes glanced across the other man’s strong shoulders, the suit that was clearly tailored for him.

Clyde leaned forward on his elbows, hands clasped casually. He was wearing rings.

“... Clyde?!” Mason asked, astonished.

“No,” the other man corrected immediately and directly, Mason’s eyes widening with a frisson of surprise. “No, my name is not for you. You won’t refer to me as anything - you won’t refer to me at all.”

Mason scoffed. “What the fuck, Clyde-”

“What did I just say?”

The chastisement left the older man momentarily silent, unbelieving. How dare he? How dare he treat Mason this way, act as if he was so much better? Mason could feel his blood pressure rise with every moment he had to sit across from his pet.

“Clyde. You-”

“Is there a problem here, Sir?”

Mason looked up, about to state that yes there was a problem in the way that this pet was treating him when he realized that he had not been the one addressed. The man was tall, muscular, and speaking to Clyde.

“I don’t know, Mason,” said Clyde pointedly, leaning back and bringing his elbows to rest on the booth. “Do we have a problem here?”

He set his jaw and stared directly at Clyde, not giving up an inch. Aggressive pets had tried this all the time, power plays to see which would falter first. Mason never gave in, and wouldn’t start now.

He didn’t dignify the question with an answer. Clyde met his glare with one of his own.

“It looks like we don’t now, Sacha. Thank you.”

The man nodded and melted into the shadows. Not gone, only hidden from sight.

Mason’s face contorted into something of a smirk. “Cute. Very cute little powerplay, but we both know what you are.”

“You’re right - we do both know what I am. We know who’s in charge here.”

Mason clenched his jaw until it hurt, then forced it to relax as he made fists that pressed crescents into his palms. A moment of amusement flashed across Clyde’s face and Mason snapped.

“This is fucking wrong and you know it. This world we’re living in right now is fucked and wrong and it will only end in disaster. They’re messing with the natural order of life for sake of what - pet’s feelings? They’re Pets! They feel what we tell them to feel.”

The bodyguard didn’t come back up and Clyde didn’t seem interested in stopping him, so Mason continued.

“You know it to be true, everyone does! This is a cute charade you’ve arranged here, I’ll give you that, but it’s just that. A charade. An act. You can’t handle this all by yourself. I promise you if you came back with me you’d be back to your pathetic helpless self in a day, maybe less. You’re made for being controlled, and obedient, and owned.”

“Oh really?” came Clyde’s uninterested response.

“Yes!” Mason shouted. “Yes, and I can prove it. Do you know how long it took Rudy to call me ‘Master’ again? Not even an hour. All it took was him walking in the front door of my house before he was crying because he was grateful. Pet’s aren’t built for lives like this.”

The mention of the other boy’s name was the first time Mason saw any reaction from Clyde. The other man tensed, face growing even more cold and impassive.

“Rudy.”

“Yes, I saved him. I did it because it’s where he belongs! He-”

“Saved him?” Clyde spat, leaning forward again. “Saved him from what, his own life? Freedom? Independence?”

Mason rolled his eyes. “Pet’s can’t possibly understand what that truly means. He’s happier now, and we both know you’d-”

“No. No, Mason, that’s where you’re wrong.” Clyde shook his head. “You’re really quite stupid, aren’t you? Stupid because you refuse to consider any other thought but one of your own. Your mind is an echo chamber of your own insane thoughts, and that lack of desire to learn is what makes you stupid. Intelligence is learning, intelligence is exploring new angles, and you refuse to do that. That’s what makes you stupid.”

“Pets are the ones that don’t have the capacity to learn new things!”

“Ce faux cul, Sans-couilles connrad. Tu as passé ces années à nous apprendre que nous étions moins quand nous étions meilleurs que toi. Sous-merde. foutre le camp,” came Clyde’s voice, low and gravely. His eyes burned with an anger Mason was not used to seeing from his previously timid and shy pet.

Mason’s tirade came to an abrupt stop as he panted and stared. “You, you don’t know what that means, you’re just, just repeating words. Parrots can do that.”

“Tell yourself that, if it helps you sleep,” Clyde said, eyes glancing up for a moment. “But I didn’t bring you here to argue. I brought you here to humiliate. To rub your nose in how low your life has become while I’m living the life you always chased. Search up ‘Marcus Adams’ on the prison computers and writhe in jealousy. I’ll keep in contact to remind you, regardless.”

The man balked for a moment before a word caught up to him. “Prison?”

“You’ve admitted to kidnapping a former pet with the express purpose of captivity and dehumanization - that’s a crime,” came a new voice. The other man in bar, the one that had seemed slumped over his drink was now up at their table, handcuffs in hand.

“Wait, no-”

“There’s nothing left for you to try and worm out of, Mason.” Clyde stood as the officer pulled Mason up and pinned him down against the table. As the officer clasped the handcuffs around his wrists, Mason saw Clyde leaving.

“Hey! You can’t just walk away from me, you-”

Clyde didn’t turn.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mason. I can do whatever I want. And so will Rudy. In fact, I’ll personally make sure that he will do everything that he wants to do. And he’ll live his life fuller and happier and be more fulfilled than you ever could have.”

Then the man was gone.

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#whump #rudy and clyde au #kidnapped whumpee #conversation with whumper #recapture tw #rudy and clyde don't need a tag #owl eyed clyde #he goes by Marcus Adams as a professional name #so if Mason were to google that he'd see articles and articles about a famous food critic and clyde's own reviews #also this isn't really important but the bar belongs to one of clyde's friends #they left him clear it out for this conversation #but they were like #'my dude i HAVE to hear this please can i be there'#so the friend was the bartender overhearing the convo #but yea #clyde had people tracking down mason as soon as he couldn't get in contact with rudy #it was only a few minutes after Mason was out of the house that they went in to get rudy out #by the time Mason was at the bar Rudy was already out #but ye

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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Does Mason let Rudy and Clyde do Halloween?

He dresses them up for sure!! How very cute!!! No trick-or-treating though cause that’s for kids and they’re just pets.

#pet whump asks #rudy and clyde don't need a tag

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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ooo can you continue the au with Rudy and Clyde but Mason finds out there location

I’ve gotten a few asks for this! And Brain gave me the green light!!!

TW: Recapture, creepy whumper, possessive whumper, pet whump, gaslighting (but from the perspective of the victim so it’s kind wonky), dissociation (but he doesn’t realize it) conditioned whumpee falling back into conditioning

Rudy ain’t doing too good lol

Rudy packed up his supplies, chatting with some of the other attendees of his art meetup. It was a small thing, but it was growing every week. They took turns, one member leading that week’s study into a particular medium. This week one was watercolor, taught by Alyssa. He liked it just fine, being an acrylic guy himself, and she was a good teacher. Next week Ray was bringing in clay and Rudy was looking forward to it.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he said his goodbyes and promised to text when he got home this time. He tended to forget, and Ray always bugged him about it.

He wasn’t paying attention as he made his way to the parking lot. He should have been paying attention, he should have had his head up instead of following the cracks in the sidewalk, he should have gone out the side door, he should have been paying attention like Clyde told him-

“Hello Rudy.”

Rudy froze, not needing to look up. He knew that voice. He would never forget that voice, as long as he lived.

His first thought wasn’t the phone in his pocket, not the instinct to run or even to call out for help. His first thought was fear for the others still in the art center. It wasn’t a class for former pets - no, those classes were deserted and just served to put a target on your back. No former Pet advertised that they were a former pet, but even so they could sense each other like lost family.

And Ray was still inside.

“Look up at me.”

Green eyes jumped up immediately, straight into the man’s dark brown. He looked exactly the same, how did he look exactly the same? He was leaning casually against his car, collared shirt and jeans with arms crossed in a satisfied stance. Rudy’s heart was beating faster, frozen in that moment.

Master - Mason.

“Get in the car, Rudy.”

“I don’t want to,” Rudy said softly, eyes staying straight ahead but desperately studying his peripheral vision. Please don’t come out, please don’t come out.

Mason’s brow twitched up in amusement. “Don’t lie to me.”

It felt like someone had knocked the breath out of his chest. It was. It was a lie. In that moment, staring into his Master’s eyes, there was nothing Rudy wanted more than to drop his backpack, to go to his Master and throw this life behind. To go home, to the simple existence of obedience. The life he knew. He had known it for so long, it had been easy to know. There were no hard choices, no times of decisions and consequences and struggles. Be told what to do and do it. To receive praise for doing so. Simple.

And Mason could read it on his face like a book.

The man opened the back seat with a swift movement and held out a hand. As if he were possessed, Rudy stepped forward and shrugged off his backpack, delivering it to Mason’s open hand. He sat with his head down, not reacting as the door was swung closed next to him. As Mason walked around to the driver’s side, Rudy pulled his legs up and curled around them, not bothering to buckle in.

Mason put his backpack in the passenger seat and turned to look back at him. “Phone.”

It wasn’t even a question, wasn’t up for debate. Rudy fished it out of his pocket and handed it over, open. Mason turned it off and put it with his backpack.

“Let’s go home.”

It was a different house from the one Rudy still dreamed about. It wasn’t as big, wasn’t as nice or warm.

Maybe it had never been warm.

Maybe it had been Clyde that made it warm.

Still, Rudy obediently walked inside, eyes trained on the floor. Mason brought his backpack in and locked the door behind them, the click seeming to go straight to Rudy’s heart.

“Are, are you gonna punish me?”

Mason walked past, dropping his keys in the little bowl by the door. As if he knew that Rudy wouldn’t touch them.

“What for, Sweetheart? Have you done something that needs to be punished?”

Rudy didn’t dare look up, but he shifted awkwardly on his feet. “I… I lived like a person. I had an apartment and a job and, and- like a person.”

Shiny black shoes came into his vision, and a moment later Mason’s head peeked in. Rudy looked up then, sniffling softly and often. The man’s hand came to steady his chin and wipe away the tears that were starting to spill out from his eyes.

“There’s a difference between living like a person and believing you are one. I know you. I know how well I trained you. They might have told you you were ‘free’, that you could take care of yourself, but you always knew, didn’t you Rudy? You always knew what you are, and who you still belong to.”

More tears spilled down his cheeks as Rudy cried openly, only resisting for a moment before he leaned into the man’s hand.

He had always known. He had known that very first day when the officers came to take them away. He had known at the shelter when the workers in crisp white shirts and name tags told them they were safe, that they were free. He had known while Clyde had spoken up and asked questions, slowly acting more and more different.

He knew when Clyde took off his collar, and Rudy couldn’t.

In truth, he thought he was getting better. He thought he was starting to believe them; to believe Clyde and Ray and all the others. Things weren’t exactly easier, but they were better. Fuller. Life was more exciting and freeing rather than scary.

But no, Mason - Master was right. He hadn’t been getting better, he had only been getting better at pretending. That’s all a pet like Rudy could truly do - pretend.

“Shh, it’s okay,” the man soothed, petting from the crown of his head down to his jaw. It was terrible and wonderful and everything that Rudy had been missing. “I know. I know what you need, and I’m here now. I won’t ever let them take you from me like that again.”

“I missed you,” Rudy sobbed, pressing even further into the contact. “I thought about you every day, I thought about what I was, I was supposed to be doing and what you would think of, of how I-” Mason cut him off with another soothing sound, and Rudy stopped trying. He didn’t need to, didn’t need to explain because Master was here, and he understood.

The rest of the night passed in a haze. Master never left him alone, speaking soft, encouraging words and helping remind him of their nightly routine. Rudy didn’t have a room here, just a bed in Master’s office, but he had everything else that he needed.

He didn’t see his backpack again. That was okay. He didn’t need it.

Master led him to the little bed after he had showered and changed. It was like it was happening to someone else, as if someone else had finally come home to where they belonged. Rudy frowned at the thought; he didn’t want it to happen to someone else, he wanted it to happen to him.

There was a leash bolted to the wall next to him. Rudy stared at it blankly as Mason crouched pulled something else out of his pocket.

A new collar.

Rudy sat up straighter by instinct, trying to be good. His old collar was far away from here, in some drawer at Clyde’s apartment - Clyde. Oh, how would he tell Clyde? He had seemed so pleased with Rudy when he had moved out on his own, when he started his job at the coffee shop and made friends. He would be so ashamed of Rudy, so embarrassed that he had been pretending this entire time like Master told him he was. Rudy swallowed thickly at the thought, and Master pet his head again, misunderstanding.

“I know, you must have missed your collar, huh? Horrible that they took it from you, you needed it. Needed to feel secure and loved. But that’s okay, you’re here now, and I’ll make everything all better.”

It was brown and leather, just like his old one, little round golden tag hanging off the front. There was no address or phone number on this one, however, because Rudy would never be going outside again. He’d never be somewhere he could get lost or hurt or stolen away. Rudy barely noticed when Mason clipped and locked on the leash.

Master ran a hand through Rudy’s shaggy hair and scratched lovingly. “Goodnight Sweetheart, see you in the morning.”

Rudy nodded sleepily and laid down, closing his eyes as Master turned off the lights and closed the office door.

He was back.

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 3 years

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Taken - Rudy

TW: Kidnapped whumpee, captivity, pet whumpee, manhandling, trying to escape/run (doesn't get out of the house but tries), muzzle mention.

Rudy was shaking, finding it hard to breathe in the car trunk. His fingers hurt from scratching at the scratchy carpet and plastic. There was another bump and he yelped. Out, out, out, out please, please, please, please let me out. Let me go home.

Tears poured down his face as he sobbed into the carpet. Where was the masked figure taking him? What did they want? He shuttered violently at the thoughts running through his head. Byre. The pet he oversaw on Master’s computer. Masters could be horrible monsters and he knew that. His Master never was, but his Master also wasn’t the type to steal pets from the park.

The car turned one last time and stopped, turned off.

Rudy thought he might throw up.

Moments later, the door opened and Rudy closed his eyes as tight as he could, curling away from the opening. A hand landed on his shoulder and he jolted, hitting his head on the hard plastic above him.

“P-P-Please, please take me home. Please, I need to be home, I need to be with Master and Clyde ple-”

The hand wrapped around his arm and pulled him forwards and partially out of the opening. In a panic, he jammed his legs against the trunk, holding onto the edge.

“No! No! No nonono! Please! Help!” he screamed, but the figure didn’t respond except with another, stronger tug. His grip slipped and Rudy fell out of the trunk, hitting the concrete on his knees. He whimpered and tried to climb back into the trunk, but the person wrapped their arms around his waist and picked him up.

“Quiet down, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Rudy froze and opened his eyes. He was in a closed garage, being carried towards the house door. That voice, he had heard that voice before - hadn’t he? By the time the shock wore off, the person closed the door and placed Rudy on the floor. He scrambled away, looking up in terror at them.

They took off the mask and Rudy’s eyes went wide as saucers.

It was one of Master’s friend.

“Y-Y-You?” he stuttered, crawling back further away from the man and into the house. Casey smiled warmly at him and put the ski mask on a hook by the door.

“Me! Oh, I’m so glad you remember me!” He took a step forward and Rudy got to his feet, backing away.

“Why? Wh-why would you, you’re… w-what?”

Casey clapped his hands together and rubbed them overjoyed that he finally had the pet he had been wanting for so long. “This is so great. Here, I even got you a collar!”

He reached forward and Rudy practically dove away from him. Casey tutted at him and picked up a green leather collar that had been sitting on the counter. Rudy blanched and grabbed his collar with two hands.

“No! You can’t do that! This, this, this is my collar! I’m not your pet! I belong to Master Mason Driver! You know that! Let me go, let me go home!”

Casey shook a finger at him, face turning stern. “No, you don’t address your owner that way.”

Rudy was panting in fear, chest rising and falling quickly. He, that man, Casey, wasn’t his master. He knew well and good who he belonged to, and where he belonged. He glanced over his shoulder into the rest of the darkened house and bolted.

He could hear the man running after him, and he turned the corner out of the laundry room as fast as he could, sneakers squeaking on the tile. He saw the front door and sprinted towards it, desperately trying to pull it open. It was locked, and he couldn’t even see a deadbolt or latch on this side. He whined loudly and pounded on it, one hand still on the knob.

“Now-”

The voice was so close and Rudy ducked, twisting around and running in the opposite direction. Some part of him realised he was running deeper into the house, but the part that was screaming run run run was far louder.

He went down the hall and tried to dash into one of the open doors. Before he could, Casey grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him to the ground. Rudy struggled and fought, but the man was far larger and stronger. It wasn’t but a moment and Casey was sitting on his back, one arm pinned under him and the other twisted painfully behind his back.

Rudy sobbed, forehead pressing into the hardwood. “P-P-Please, please I want to go home.”

“You are home,” Casey emphasised, twisting his arm farther until he whined in pain. One hand pressed down on his back, making it hard to breathe. “Stay,” he ordered with a squeeze before he stood.

The pet did not stay.

The moment Casey was up, Rudy scrambled for his feet and ran back the direction they came from. He went back to the laundry room and the door to the garage they had just entered from, devastated to find but that one was locked as well. He heard heavy, consistent footsteps behind him and he pulled as hard as he could, pounding on it, kicking, crying out for help - for someone to hear him and save him.

He couldn’t remember anything after his head was slammed into the wood.

Rudy slumped to the floor and Casey grunted, annoyed but placiated for now. With care, he turned the boy onto his back and reached around to unclip his collar. The black leather one with Rudy’s name and Mason’s information was tossed in the trash, replaced with his rightful green one, cute little round tag engraved with ‘Archimedes’. The pet might not like the name change much, but Casey was ready to get it sorted out.

The other device he brought was a muzzle, thick and bitted. It was easy to fasten and lock onto the unconscious boy, not too tight but enough that it wouldn’t move or chafe. He didn’t want it to be uncomfortable. He would have to get used to it, anyway. He was being loud at the moment.

Smiling to himself and running a hand through the boy’s hair, Casey picked him up to bring him to the bed he had prepared. It was at the foot of his bed, where it should be. He laid him down gently and connected the leash to the collar with a small padlock. It might take Archimedes a while to get used to his new home, but Casey was so excited to get started.

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#whump #whump fic #kidnapping tw #captivity whump #pet whump #manhandling tw #failed escape attempt #muzzle mention #stalker arc: rudy and clyde #rudy and clyde don't need a tag #casey

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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Rudy and Clyde AU

Inspired by an anon ask from earlier.

TW: past pet whump, discussion of abduction, fear of past whumper.

[Rudy and Clyde’s Masterlist] (same AU as this piece)

After the law had been passed and his files had been sealed, Clyde chose to not dwell on the past as much as he could. It didn’t help anything, didn’t do anything except make him feel tired and sad, and a little ashamed. That part of his life was so full of pain, but it was pain he couldn’t feel at the time.

So he focused on the now, focused on his career and his goals. Things were going well, progressing as planned. Rudy was doing well now, too, living by himself and loving his new job at the art center. His new life. By himself. It was still odd, waking up to not hear his breathing, but Clyde was glad for the change, glad for the chance to live this life.

But just because Clyde tried to ignore his past didn’t mean he was stupid about it.

Clyde had only just logged into his email, simply checking in on some work prospects, trying to keep on top of the itinerary for his upcoming business trip. He nearly hadn’t come into his office today, mind preoccupied and buzzing. But he had, and those emails were there of course, but the one that made his breath stutter and brow furrow was the one from the private investigation agency.

Unsettled, Clyde opened it and swallowed heavily. Mason was around, spotted a couple times in the same city as Rudy. Sitting back at his desk, Clyde stared out the window at the nighttime city view beneath him, chest rising and falling in a highly controlled pattern.

There was no way to know if he was going after Rudy, no way of knowing what information about his former pets Mason had. There was the chance that he didn’t even know his former pet was in the same city but that was a risk Clyde wasn’t willing to take.

Clyde knew Mason. Knew what kind of vindictive, possessive, heartless man he was. Clyde’s experience had turned to anger and disgust, not wanting to even bother with him. Rudy, though.

Some part of Rudy still loved Mason.

They both knew it, both had to acknowledge it at some point. They had discussed it ad nauseam, together and with therapists. He couldn’t let go, couldn’t seem to release that deep sense of conditioning that was trained into him, over and over again. Logical and emotions were too different things, and Clyde knew too well how they controlled his brother.

Mason and Rudy in the same city was too much of a risk. Too dangerous, too volatile. If they did run into each other, it would be simple for Mason to grip the overwhelmed boy’s arm and steer him into the passenger side of a car. To close the door and lock it. To drive away, and back to the life that gave him a modicum of control. Of power after it had been rightfully taken away.

Clyde pulled out his cell and tapped a contact. It rang a couple times before a cheerful voice answered.

“Clyde! How are you, what’s up?” Other voices chattered indistinctly in the background, mixing together to give the impression of a crowded restaurant or bar.

“Just looked at my next itinerary and it looks like I have a layover in your city,” he said, shooting an email to his assistant to book a flight to Rudy’s city. “And, it just so happens this trip has an option of another person. Pack a bag.”

“This weekend?” Rudy asked, shuffling before pulling the phone closer to block out background noise. “I don’t think I can do it this weekend, Cee. I’ve got this workshop on color combinations and I told a friend I’d-”

“Rudy,” Clyde stated, “Do you trust me?”

There was a pause in which Clyde could practically see the other’s nervous expression, the way he shifted from foot to foot, how his eyes floated around the room.

“Yes.”

“Then pack a bag - cold weather.”

“Is it, does it have to do with, w-with him?” Rudy asked, voice small. Clyde’s eyes slipped closed with a deep ache and a fierce desire to protect him.

“Yes. I’ll see if I can send someone over before my flight lands, I’ll be there in-” he looked down to the response with his new flight “In about four hours.”

“Okay. Okay,” he repeated. “Okay, um, what kind of cold weather? Cold like scarf or cold like snow boots?”

“Cold like snowboots.”

There was another small pause before “I like snow.”

Clyde smiled. “Good, you’ll like this place. Mountains, snow, supposably good food but we’ll see.”

“Everything is good food.”

“No,” he corrected, rolling his eyes and standing from his desk, “No it’s not and someday you’ll realize that.”

Rudy scoffed into the phone and sighed. “Alright, four hours. See you soon.”

With another smirk, he ended the call and looked about the window. A frustrating situation, unable to have his lawyer send Mason a warning without giving away Rudy’s location. He couldn’t get to the root of the issue, but he could keep Rudy safe.

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#whump #pet whump #rudy and clyde don't need a tag #past pet whump #recovering whumpee #past whumper

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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Patterns- Rudy and Clyde

I WROTE A THINGG it's not that whumpy srry

[Masterlist]

Clyde had a secret. Truthfully, he had a few, but this one was about the patterns.

People follow patterns, too.

He and Rudy had plenty of patterns they followed everyday all arranged by Master. He said that pets need routine and schedules and patterns. They needed everyday to be the same so they wouldn't get confused.

But Master had a pattern, too.

Clyde didn't point that out, it wouldn't end well. Best to just leave it alone.

But still, that didn't deter him from sitting by the window upstairs, watching the patterns play out below him. Cars pulling out of the driveway at the same time, watching the lawns get mowed every Saturday morning, the Post Man driving by.

From his spot he could see five houses, seven if he strained his neck. None of them had pets so he'd never met them, but he had given them all names in his head. Made up lives and jobs and stories for them to fit perfectly into the patterns.

After a while, Rudy sat down next to him on the window bench.

"What's going on in that house?" Rudy asked, pointing to the one across the street on the left. Clyde squinted.

"I think they're gonna get a divorce because she's cheating on him and he found out last night."

Truthfully, all Clyde knew was there was a man and a woman who lived there, and sometimes after the man left another car would pull up, leaving before he came back. And last night the man drove away in the middle of the night.

"Divorce?" asked Rudy. Rudy wasn't as good at staying quiet for a long time so he didn't eavesdrop as much as Clyde did. Clyde knew all about People and what their problems were.

"It's when two people stop being married because they hate each other."

"Oh," replied Rudy. After a moment, "If they hate each other why'd they get married?"

"For money," answered Clyde confidently, knowing he had no clue. Rudy hummed and nodded solemnly.

Eventually, Rudy got bored and went to do something else, but Clyde stayed. Sometimes a car would pass by, one he knew or didn't, or someone would come out of a house for a moment. The pattern was still the same, like it always was.

Except for the house right across the street. There was only ever one car there, and it was always gone the entire day. Clyde imagined the person who lived there traveled all the time, going on airplanes and boats and trips across the world. They must have such cool stuff from all those places - Clyde would, if he could.

So when a car Clyde didn't know pulled into the driveway, he leaned forward a little hoping to get a closer look. Someone got out, wearing a black shirt and tan pants like Master did.

Oddly, Clyde hid when they looked around.

By the time he peaked back out the window, the figure was at the door. It took them a moment or so to get in, but they did.

Clyde hummed to himself and studied the car again. Now that he thought about it, he had seen it before, passing through but never parking anywhere.

Eventually the figure came out with a bag and drove away, but Clyde couldn't shake the strange feeling.

"Did you hear the house across the street got broken into?"

The overheard phrase the next day made Clyde stop dead in his tracks. Master was chatting on the phone, pacing around the living room.

"Yeah, broad daylight too. The audacity of some of these people. No, no one saw anything, but makes me want to get an alarm system. What would have happened if it had been this one? With the boys here? Probably would but still."

The conversation morphed to something else, as if that wasn't important, as if that hadn't happened. Clyde gripped the sides of the pillow he was sitting on to ground himself.

'No one saw anything' - he had seen something. He had seen the person and the car and the entire thing. He should tell Master what he saw. What if the thief had taken keepsakes from the Traveler? Things from places he went to and things he loved?

But if Clyde told Master, that meant he had to confess to everything. To eavesdropping and making up stories and, and.

He'd have to confess to the patterns.

The patterns would get him in trouble - in real trouble. Saying that Pets and People did the same thing? That would be a punishment for sure.

"Clyde? You okay?" asked Rudy. Clyde nodded quickly. Yes, he was fine. He was fine because he wasn't going to say anything. It wasn't worth it.

The Traveler could buy new things.

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#pet whump #rudy and clyde don't need a tag #one time the post man waved to clyde and that kinda popped the bubble of 'i'm watching them' to 'OH YEH THEY CAN SEE ME'#he dropped down out of sight embarrassed lol

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 2 years

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Mason why don't you let your boys have actual mattresses with bed frames

Making them sleep in dog beds on the fucking floor is probably going to fuck up their back

"First of all, have you actually felt their beds? They're comfortable beds! Right sizes for their measurements! Rudy's bed probably cost more than he did!"

He pauses for a moment and sighed.

"Listen to me - the bed cost more than Rudy did, I'm not saying that it's worth more than him. I know you're going to try and take that out of context and I'm stopping that right now."

#Rudy and clyde don't need a tag

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Mason you should give Rudy and Clyde something spicy to eat?

“Come on,” laughed Neal, waving the chip closer to Mason’s face. “they’re not babies! This salsa is not even that spicy.”

“It might not be to you, but anything will be spicy to them,” Mason responded, putting down his own fork.

“Mason honestly you coddle them way too much. Rudy, do you want to try this?”

Per usual, both pets had been in the living room, Rudy leaning against the couch with Clyde pretending to look out the window.

At the question, Rudy immediately looked to Mason. He hasn’t sounded happy about the idea, and Rudy didn’t want to misbehave.

“It’s spicy - it’s like a really really strong taste that almost hurts.”

“Stop scaring him!” Neal interjected. “Look, Rudy, it doesn’t hurt. It’s good! It’s kinda fun.”

Feeling Mason’s eyes heavily on him, Rudy silently shook his head and pulled away. Master obviously didn’t want him to - even though he said it was okay. Oh, this was confusing, he didn’t want to try and figure it out. Better just not.

Neal looked a bit annoyed, though. “Fine. Hey Bugs, you wanna try?”

Like the other pet, Clyde first turned to Mason, who only rolled his eyes and made a vague gesture, mouth full.

“Yes, Please.”

Neal grinned and held out the chip with some salsa for the boy to take.

It was… different.

Clyde grimaced after he swallowed, completely unfamiliar with the sensation. It wasn’t bad, just strong and different.

“See? I told you they wouldn’t like it. Get some water Clyde.”

Clyde obeyed and stood, overhearing Neal complain about something to do with milk as he left. In the kitchen he paused.

He didn’t dislike it.

It was far more compelling to eat than what they usually did. He would like more, actually. Maybe he would like it more the next time, maybe it would grow on him. But he wasn’t going to get a next time, because Master thought he didn’t like it. That he couldn’t handle it.

Clyde felt a dull ache in his chest and rubbed it with the heel of his hand. Master said it might hurt but he didn’t expect it to feel like this.

#rudy and clyde don't need a tag #pet whump #whump drabble #food tw #GUYS I WROTE SOMWTHING LOL #hehehehehehehehhe #also yes Clyde’s nickname is bugs #Mason thought it was hilarious that he’d just stop and stare at the ground to watch the insects #he just thinks they're neat

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 3 years

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Traumatised by IF - Rudy and Clyde

Remember when I said I was gonna write Rudy getting traumatised by seeing one of IF's videos? Well here it is!

References to this piece here by @sideblogformindtrash

TW: Pet whump, noncon drugging - forced to swallow pill, restraining to calm, panic attack, throwaway branding mention, manhandling (big manhandling)

[More Rudy and Clyde here]

Mason grit his teeth feeling, chest tight with anger. The pet was still fucking whimpering and crying even after it had been taken down off the hook. He had tried again and again to get this stupid fucker reported and deplatformed but no one cared! He couldn’t figure out how Mason’s videos would get removed for three seconds of music but this bastard could brand his pet, live on camera, torturing the poor thing - and nothing happened.

There was another sniff and Mason paused. That wasn’t coming from the video. He turned suddenly to see Rudy standing in the doorway of his office, tears streaming down his face. He had no way of knowing how long the boy had been there, but judging from the tears collecting under his chin and running down to his collar, it had been long enough.

“Ru-”

For the first time in years, Rudy bolted. Mason jumped up after him, anger twisting into concern immediately. He followed the pet who had run into the laundry room for no apparent reason, just running to run.

“Hey, hey hey Rudy, Rudy you’re okay. It’s a video, just a video. You’re okay.”

The boy’s eyes were wild and terrified, backed up into a corner. Mason had never seen him this scared before, especially not of him. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a broken sob. Mason took another step forward, and the smaller pet darted under his arm and past him.

He didn’t get far however, shaking legs tripping him up until he took a tumble over the rug. Rudy curled over himself, shaking and whimpering in fear. Mason called for Clyde to come help and rushed to grab some supplies to help stave off the panic.

When he got back, Clyde had Rudy’s head in his lap, staring up as his Master with a terrified expression himself. Mason didn’t explain, just palmed one of the pills he gathered and knelt down next to the boys to cupp Rudy’s cheek.

“Hey, hey you’re okay. I need you to take something for me.” Rudy flinched at the contact, head buried into Clyde’s leg. At the mention of taking something, he jolted back and tried to scramble away, begging unintelligibly. Mason’s heart ached at the slurred streams of no, I’m sorry, please don’t I’ll be good don’t send me away don’t send me there.

“Rudy, Rudy,” he kept trying, but the boy couldn’t see him through his panic. Taking a deep breath, Mason did what he needed to do.

Grabbing the corners of his jaw, Mason applied pressure to pry the boy’s mouth open enough to shove the capsule inside. Rudy whined loudly, hands coming up to grab Mason’s wrist. He didn’t let go, however, pinning the boy’s head against the wall and pushing his head back to bare his throat. Rudy kicked his feet and struggled, but Mason was far larger and stronger. He kept holding on, softly shushing the crying pet. When the boy wouldn’t swallow, Mason massaged his knuckles down his exposed throat to move the process along.

At last Rudy swallowed and Mason only held him a few seconds more before releasing him.

“Good boy, good boy Rudy - you’re alright. That’ll help.”

Rudy curled into the floor, still crying and hiccuping softly. Mason ran his fingers through the boys hair gently before placing a weighted blindfold around his head. He had gotten the set a year or two ago at a convention - a soft, weighted blindfold and a tight wrap that went around the pet’s chest and arms. When used correctly, the combination did wonders for anxiety and panic. It had been a while since he had to use them, but as he positioned Rudy’s arms to cross over his chest, he could tell it was already helping.

Finally secured and blindfolded, Mason picked the pet up in his arms and stood. Clyde was still behind him, tears shining bright on his face by now as well. Mason sighed.

“Come on,” he said as he walked toward his room. Rudy was still whimpering slightly, but was now more focused on nuzzling into Mason’s arm.

All three of them ended up on the bed, Clyde curled around Rudy whose head was on Mason’s lap. He turned on the TV for some background noise and let out a deep breath. He wasn’t sure right then how he’d deal with this when the boy woke up, but he knew one thing for absolute sure.

Fuck that guy.

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#pet whump #whump #pet whump drabble #rudy and clyde don't need a tag #manhandling tw #noncon drugging tw #restraints tw #panic attack tw #calming restraints tw #internet fucker sure is a fucker #Mason would very much like to strangle him :)#for many reasons :)#Poor rudy is literally gonna be terrifed of the IDEA of getting a new owner #first byre and now IF???#yeah he's conditioned

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