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- Babbeh part 6
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- Warning: This story contains fluffies suffering and death. Viewer discretion is advised.
- Since it's been a while, you can find all the other chapters in my Pastebin, Tumblr and Deviantart accounts.
- "Good morning ladies!"
- "Nummies! Haf nummies nao?"
- "Newl need make miwkies fo' gud babbehs, pwease gif wots nummies."
- You're a baby fluffy pony, just over four days old, not that you'd know anything about that.
- And you feel terrible.
- Awoken by a loud thud, you instinctively ducked down and covered your head so whatever monster made
- that noise doesn't find you.
- Mommy must have been scared too, she's gripping you hard against her body.
- It makes your leg sore, a really scary hooman gave it hurties for no reason last bright time.
- To top it all off, your tummy hurts sooooo much!
- You need milk, that's what makes the tummy hurties better but mommy isn't letting go despite
- your asking nicely.
- "Hooban mummeh huwt nu, mummeh huwt miwick."
- Now you feel even worse, your words didn't work again.
- Dummy words, they never come out like you tell them to!
- That makes you upset, which makes your belly hurts even more hurty.
- The world goes light with a clicking noise, but you can barely tell with mommy's hoof over you.
- It's normally your favorite place to be, but sometime last night you un-drank your milk again
- and it feels icky all over.
- Looks like your brother and sister are in the same situation, they're covered in yikky un-drank
- milk and crying a bit.
- More than anything you just want some milk, that'll make everything ok.
- "How's everyone this morning? Hungry I bet, but it's weighing day so let's take care of that
- first."
- "Wan' nummies! Fwuffy sooooo hungies!"
- "Nu wan' foodies, fwuffy tummy huwties."
- "Hewwo nice hooman! Come pway wif Giwwy an' babbehs?"
- "Zzzzzz *snore* Zzzzzz"
- *whisper* "Babbehs be gud, munsta nu fin' babbehs in mummeh's fwuff."
- That was mommy.
- "Pwease nummies fiwst? Babbehs need miwkies, mummeh need nummies fo' miwkies!"
- "Lemme get my earplugs in first and we'll begin."
- All the conversation going on around you is little more than confusing background noise.
- You want to work your way down to mommy's teats and drink until the hurting stops.
- But the hooman's voice triggers something.
- You remember.
- Eyes.
- Cold, horrible eyes drilling right through you.
- Being high in the air with nothing around but a strange hooman hoof and her terrible eyes.
- The worst pain, the worst horror you've ever experienced...
- This hoomans's voice is different but that doesn't matter, you try digging down even deeper
- into mommy's fluff to hide.
- The hurties in your leg make you cry out like sissy does sometimes, but fear is motivation enough to keep on worming down through the yikky, un-drank milk covered fluff.
- "Calm down, calm down. Every fluffy will get fed soon enough. For now just be good and let me
- weigh your babies, maybe you'll get a little extra kibble today if every fluffy is nice."
- "Am gud fwuffy!"
- "Zzzzzzz"
- "Nu take babbehs, dey get cowd. Babbehs stay wif mummeh pwease!"
- "Foodies! Pwease gif nummies, fwuffy soooo hungies!"
- "It's always about your stomach, isn't it Marble? Let me see your babies for a second and
- you'll get fed right after we're done."
- "Mawble babbehs too smaw! Need wotsa foodies fo' miwkies, pwease gif moar nummies nice hooman?"
- "Pway wif Giwwy! Pway wif Giwwy babbehs! Pwease pway? Giwwy wuv gud hooman!"
- "... Right. Changed your tune again Gilly? I'll get to you soon so just be patient."
- "Gonna pway wif babbehs, pway wif hooman, Giwwy wan' pway aw day!"
- Mommy rolled onto her side, putting herself between you and the hooman monster, which is a bit of a
- relief.
- Now if only you could turn around and reach her teats.
- Wriggling and squirming isn't getting you anywhere against mommy's strong grip, but suddenly
- sister cries out again, really loud this time.
- You had been pushing against her and must've kicked her hurt wingie.
- Mommy sets you and brother on the ground but still against her fluff.
- She's attending to sissy's tears and cries of agony.
- It's a bittersweet feeling, you really didn't want to hurt sister like that.
- But on the other hoof now you can walk down to mommy's milk place and finally make these terrible
- tummy owwies go away.
- "Lesse... your colt is 8.03 ounces. Huh, he does look small for his age."
- "Mawble need moar nummies, nu haf 'nuff miwk fo' babbehs. Dey haf wowstest tummeh owwies,
- pwease gif moar foodies fo' miwk?"
- "Let me check the rest first, then we'll decide what happens. The orange filly next, okay?"
- You waddle and stumble your way on the long, soft thing at the bottom of your home towards the
- all important teats.
- Your tummy hurts so bad you'd un-drink milk right there if you had any to bring up.
- Brother shambles along with you, he must want to suckle as well, but with mommy laying on her
- side you can only reach one teat!
- That's not fair mommy, please lay so you both can have milk, you need it so badly!
- "Nuuuu, nu wan' munsta, wan' mummeh! Wan' mummeh! Mummeh hewp babbeh, pwease hewp babbeh!
- Munsta gif babbeh big huwties, why nu hewp? Why mummeh nu hewp babbeh? Am gud babbeh, wuv
- mummeh!"
- "For God's sake kid, I'm just checking your weight not peeling your fluff off."
- "NUUUUUUUU! Munsta wan' babbeh fwuff! Babbeh wuv babbeh fwuff! Why nu hewp, mummeh?
- Wuv mummeh, babbeh wuv mummeh!"
- "Babies like you are why I wear earplugs while doing this, little guilt trip spouting... There... 8.58 ounces. She should be about twice that by now. What the hell is Jay putting in this crappy kibble?"
- Almost there.
- You're almost there!
- This horrible, painful gurgling in your tummy will all go away if only you can get some milk!
- It's a race between you and your brother, and just thinking about that makes you sad.
- Why can't mommy shield you from the hooman monster and give milk to you both at the same time?
- Mommies can do anything, that should be easy!
- Then you see those eyes in your mind again, and remember the feel of being pulled from mommy's
- hooves.
- The impression of strength as the hooman hoof yanked you away.
- It was so scary, mommy did her best but she took you from her with just one hoof!
- Does that mean mommies can't do everything?
- What if mommy can't protect you if she comes back?
- You feel your tummy do another flip and you flop down in place, fear and pain forcing your tiny
- self to the ground.
- "That's it Marble, here's the last baby."
- "Wuv babbehs, wuv babbehs so much! Pwease gif moar nummies fo' miwkies? Pwease, fo' babbehs?"
- "They're way under weight... I'll give you a little bit more but-"
- "YAY! Mawbel wuv hooman! Nu moar tummy owwies fo' mummeh an' babbehs!"
- "Yeah. This'll take care of everything, just remember to chew before gobbling it down."
- "Mawbel am gud fwuffy, wuv nice hooman, wuv nummies an' babbehs!"
- "Nummies before babbies huh? Well, can't say I'm surprised. There you go."
- Ouchies from the leg the scary hooman twisted jolt through you, bringing tears to your eyes.
- You're scared, you're hurting, and worst of all brother is going to beat you to mommy's teat
- now.
- You take a glimpse back to see how close he is, and get a big surprise.
- He looks even worse than you feel; brother is curled up into a ball and making scary sounds, his mouth
- gaping and hacking before he un-drinks again.
- But it's not the nasty yellow you've seen (and created several times) before, this un-milk is
- green kinda like his fluff, and a little red like mommy.
- He gasps and writhes, holding his tummy with both hooves and crying.
- The sounds he makes are upsetting, reminding you of whatever happened during the last dark time.
- Cries for help, horrific crunching, squeals, gagging, growling...
- Gurgling from inside brings you back to reality.
- Brother looks over at you blearily and manages to squeak out one word.
- "Miwk."
- His tummy owwies must be sooooo bad!
- But yours are really, really bad too!
- It's so unfair, why would mommy do this and not put you right on her teat like she's supposed to?
- That the hooman is still here is barely an afterthought, every part of you screams for milk to
- make the hurties go away.
- You force yourself to your hooves and take a few wobbly steps, then a few more.
- It's agonizingly slow going, but through your tears you see the teat just before you, a drop of
- milk hanging lazily off the tip.
- A final bit of encouragement to urge you on.
- Walking up mommy's side with your front hooves you finally, finally latch on and begin suckling.
- This is the best milk you've ever tasted.
- "Maple? Come on girl, wakey wakey. Breakfast time."
- Almost right away your stomach eases it's grumbling and churning, heavenly compared to just a
- moment ago.
- Your unhurt front hoof kneads the area around mommy's teat while you stand on the rear ones; a
- bit wobbly but with the death grip you have on that teat falling off isn't a concern.
- Everything comes back into focus now, your eyes have dried and the sounds of other fluffies
- playing and talking returns, even if most of their words make no sense.
- "Mummeh, pway wif babbeh pwease. Pwease wakies mummeh."
- "Mummeh haf miwk fo' babbeh? Wan' haf nummies, mummeh pwease gif?"
- Other babies close by are talking to their mother while you suckle for all you're worth.
- With the pain and yucky feelings subsiding, you can hear and pay attention to what they say.
- The other babies words are much clearer than yours, you recognize a few and think that they were
- in the right order to mean something.
- Why can't your words do the same?
- You often tell mommy how much you love her, or that your tummy feels bad, but they never come out the right way.
- Are your words being meanies on purpose?
- "Mapewl wan' sweepies, nu nummies time nao. Babbehs be qwiet fo' mummeh... zzzzz."
- "Nuuuuu, wan' miwkies, pwease miwkies mummeh?"
- "Why nu miwkies, why mummeh nu pway wif babbehs?"
- " *sniff* Why mummeh nu wuv babbehs? Am gud babbeh, pwease wuv mummeh!"
- " *Snore* "
- "Very classy, Maple. I'll just leave this here then, maybe you'll feel like waking up if the babies cry loud enough."
- " *Snore* "
- Babies in other fluffy houses continue to chatter on in ways that sound much better than yours.
- It makes you a little jealous; you're a good baby too, why don't your words sound like theirs?
- Maybe they've just got nicer words than yours.
- Yours keep on being mean to you and not doing what you tell them.
- Your thoughts about words and unfairness are derailed however when something nudges your side.
- Brother managed to get back on his hooves and reach mommy's teat too.
- He looks up at you pleadingly, face half covered in yikky, smelly stuff.
- Without a second thought, your hooves spread out a little more and you press harder into mommy.
- You know whats coming, and while you'll be glad to give him a turn once your tummy is full,
- you've still got a long way to go until then.
- He'll just have to be patient.
- Of course he isn't.
- The next nudge is much harder, his face pushing into your belly fluff, wanting the teat for himself.
- You knew he'd be a meanie in the end, just like sissy always is.
- Meanie babies don't get any milk before good babies are done, that's what mommy says.
- Well, you think that's what she says.
- It sounds like her.
- So that's how things are gonna be!
- Brother can be a mean, bad baby all he wants, you aren't letting go until the tummy owwies are
- completely gone.
- "Pway wif babbeh? Hooman pway?"
- "I never know how you guys are gonna react to me, it's nice seeing a good baby for once."
- "Babbeh am gud babbeh!"
- "You sure are. We're just gonna see how much you weigh, little girl, then it's back to momma."
- "Babbeh wan' pway wif nice hooman, mummeh sweepies, nevah pway. Why nu pway?"
- "Things to do, fluffies to breed, quotas to keep. You understand right? 13.81 ounces, better
- but not ideal."
- "Babbeh nu un'stan."
- "Don't worry about it, play with your siblings. And speaking of which, who wants weighed
- next?"
- "Babbeh wan' pway!"
- "Nummies fwom hooman?"
- "Giwwy wan' pway pwease!"
- "Wait your turn, Gilly."
- Brother tries pushing between you and mommy, but it's not a very strong push and you manage to
- stay in place.
- He whines and whimpers, but he'll just have to wait until your belly is full.
- If he wasn't being such a bad baby, maybe you'd have taken turns.
- Unsurprisingly, brother pushes again.
- But it isn't very hard, in fact you barely feel the bump from his head before it stops.
- Seemingly exhausted from the effort, brother sinks to the ground and cries.
- It makes you sad too, but there's only one teat reachable right now, and you got here first
- It's only fair.
- "Nel, it's your turn. I'll weigh your babies and give you breakfast."
- "Nuuuuu, nu take babbehs, munsta nu gif huwties, dey gud babbehs!"
- "We've been over this how many times now? It's only... why am I arguing with a fluffy?"
- "Munsta come, scawy munsta gif bad owwies, scawe Newl an' babbehs. Munsta nu gif huwties!"
- "Probably just a bad dream. Now come on, I've got a schedule to keep."
- "Mummeh! Munsta haf babbeh! Wuv mummeh, pwease hewp babbeh! Wuv mummeh, wuv mummeh! Why nu
- hewp?"
- "And we got off to such a good start too. 15.55 ounces, not bad."
- Mommy's still fussing with sissy and her constant crying, she must be giving too hard huggies
- again and making sissy's wingie hurt.
- Your brother has given up on forcing his way to the teat, instead he lays on the long, soft thing
- and taps his front hooves against your leg.
- It's much like how you'd tap hooves together when mommy had you both feeding side by side.
- Probably as a reminder that he's still here and desperate for his turn.
- You're feeling a little bad for him.
- Not bad enough to give up your feeding time, but bad.
- "All done Nel, and not a baby was harmed. Who would've imagined?"
- "Wuv babbehs, mummeh gif huggies!"
- "Babbeh scawed! Why mummeh nu hewp babbeh?"
- "Mummeh twy! Babbeh nu haf huwties?"
- "No she doesn't have any hurties. If... I'm doing it again. *ahem* Stella, time for your-"
- "NUUUUUU! Nu take babbehs! Nice hooman say Stewwa keep! Stewwa wuv gud, pwetty babbehs!"
- The hooman looms over your home, thankfully it's not the super scary one from before.
- That's a relief.
- No looking into those eyes this time.
- You keep peeking up at him while feeding, he's just so... un-fluffy like.
- It's unfair that hoomans aren't allowed to be fluffies.
- If they were, they'd be so much nicer and get to be covered in wonderful fluff.
- They'd give lots of hugs, and play, and love, and never be meanies.
- They'd have mommies to take care of them, and delicious milk, and spend the day napping and playing.
- Poor hoomans.
- They'll never get to be as good as fluffies.
- You have to look up high as you can just to see the hooman's funny face.
- Maybe it's not fair that they'll never be fluffies, but they sure are big.
- Even bigger than mommy.
- And mommy picks you up all the time, she has so much fluff you could almost get lost in it.
- Hoomans may be super big, but you still know deep down that it's better to be a fluffy.
- Your tummy feels so much better now.
- Far from perfect mind you, but it's not bringing tears to your eyes anymore.
- "I'm not arguing today, Stella. Let's start with this hungry little fella."
- What's the hooman doing?
- Oh no!
- That hooman is reaching down towards you!
- You aren't done drinking yet!
- And you can't call for help and drink at the same time!
- Right?
- "Me- *cough* *hack* *cough* "
- It didn't work.
- You flatten against mommy and spread your hooves again, wanting frantically to hold on.
- But try as you may, it's incredible strength pops your lips right off mommy's teat and lifts
- you away.
- "Miwk nu! Nu nu sewwy!"
- The gibberish plea ignored, you're removed from your fluffy home in no time.
- You're belly is starting to feel bad all over again while panic overtakes your diminutive mind, all while calling for a mother who can't reach you.
- You cry out and push against his grip to no avail.
- "Weren't you the friendly one before? I wonder what changed? Ah well, they've always been fickle... 6 ounces. Is that it? You've barely grown in four days! And what was that you said?"
- It's looking right at you, his eyes aren't cold and cruel like the other hoomans but they still
- frighten you.
- "Babbeh hooban, mummeh miwk bahbuh baw!"
- It hurts, your tummy is already roiling and you weren't even full yet.
- "That's... not so good. Let's see another one."
- You almost un-drink as the hooman quickly sets you back down into mommy's fluff.
- She defensively wraps a leg around you and says all kinds of things you don't understand, but that doesn't seem to stop him.
- He pries your sister from mommy as she squeaks and thrashes, even making the bad smelly on his hoof.
- "Eeeeeeee! Pway! Nu pway mummeh! Babbeh!"
- "Yeah thanks for that kiddo. Really makes my morning. 5.95 ounces, way off the mark again."
- "Pway babbeh! Eeeeeee! wan' miwk babbeh!"
- "Doesn't sound any better either. Just one more to go, calm down."
- "Giwwy wan pway! Pway pway pway!"
- Mommy's leg presses hard againt your back, it hurts!
- You try telling her but she isn't listening, instead she reaches up and snatches your sister
- from the hooman and pulls her close.
- "Gilly will you just... why are your hooves red?"
- "Giwwy pway nao? Giwwy wuv pway wif nice hooman! Pway wif hooman an' babbehs!"
- Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much!
- Mommy keeps squeezing you hard and your tummy feels like it's gonna pop!
- "Wh-... Jesus Christ. Are... Is that what's left of your babies?"
- "Giwwy pway wif babbehs when dawkies, pway tagsies an' hidies' an' dance!"
- "Gilly, you've killed them, all of them. You really did this last night?"
- "Pway aaawwwwwwwww fun games fo' fwuffies! Hooman wan' pway wif Giwwy an' babbehs nao? Pway
- hidies?"
- "Do you not get it? Your babies are dead Gilly. They're smeared all over your damn cage!"
- "Nu... nu pway? Why nu pway? Giwwy is gud mummeh, gif babbehs wuv an' miwk an' huggies.
- Hooman say Giwwy keep babbehs, so Giwwy be bestest mummeh evah!"
- "Fuck... I don't even know what to say to this, you bi-polar little headcase. I guess your
- trial run is up, that's for damn well sure. And I'm getting those caracasses out of there
- before they start to rot."
- "Buh Giwwy wan' pway! Pway wif Giwwy and gud babbehs, pwease?"
- "They're dead you moron, dead. I'm taking them out."
- "NU! Nu take babbehs, munsta! Giwwy gif wowstest owwies to dummy hooman! Go 'way!"
- "You've cracked haven't you? Either that, or there's LSD in your fucking chow batch."
- "Giwwy hate hooman munstas! *Grrrrr* Gif owwies, gif sowwy poopies, make meanie hooman dai!"
- "We'll see about that."
- "Gif wowstest owwies! Hate smewwy hooman! Giwwy bite yu nosey! Gif spawks an' buwnies! Hate yu!"
- The noises beside your home are scary, mommy hugs even tighter and you can't stand it.
- Tears flow freely as you feel that horrible owwie in your tummy spill out.
- With loud, painful wretches you un-drink everything you'd managed to down this morning despite
- feeling soooooo bad!
- Red mixes with yellow as milk gushes from your mouth and nose, all over mommy's pretty fluff.
- And it burns, oh how it burns as it comes back out!
- You want to scream but its still coming up, this is the worst owwie you've ever had!
- Sister squeals as it gets all over her fluff too, and just as your tummy finally finishes with
- one final cough, she brings up some green and red of her own, crying with every gasp.
- Mommy's too busy being scared of the noises and screaming fluffy voice close by to so much as notice.
- And all the while, brother suckles hard and fast as he can at the one teat he can reach, glad
- his tummy owwies are starting to feel a little better.
- * Closing time at the fluffy mill *
- "What a fucking waste."
- "I know, and I feel responsible as well. I picked Gilly because of her good temperament, although
- you'd never know it talking to her right now. She was one of the nicest we've ever had
- downstairs, but ever since the new diet started her moods have been up and down like a yo-yo."
- "I'll make sure Jay compensates me FULLY for one good breeder and the babies she killed."
- "Stomped the little things into paste."
- "Put her down yet?"
- "No, although I felt like it by the time her cage was back downstairs. She was sparking at me
- non stop. Don't worry, she's in another closet and not with the general population, no need to freak
- 'em out."
- "That asshole's gonna pay out the nose for her, and one of the babies had a rainbow mane right? There
- goes at least hundred bucks. Un-fucking-believeable."
- "Actually, I've got a bit more bad news. Maybe a lot more."
- "... This gonna be a five drink, or ten drink night?"
- "Let's start with five and work our way up. Marble and Coral's babies are undersized, some by
- more than fifty percent. Mentally they seem ok, for a baby fluffy I mean, but they look more
- like newborns than babies four days old. Marble constantly complains about being hungry and
- not having enough milk, I told her today she was getting extra although I didn't actually add
- more."
- "They'll buy anything won't they?"
- "Yep. Coral is the exact opposite, always saying she feels full and doesn't want to eat.
- She's also going on about her poops hurting her and being too hard."
- "Well this is all going straight to hell in a hand basket isn't it? I'm such a dumbass for
- going along with Jay and his "revolutionary" new feed mixes. Well? I can tell you've got more
- so just spit it out."
- "Yes ma'am. Maple spends most of the day asleep, and when she's up it's like watching a fluffy
- in slow motion. Her babies are also undersized but mostly because she keeps sleeping on her
- belly and not letting them feed. The babies sleep more than normal too, they're a bit thin but
- not nearly as bad as Maple's."
- "Okay, just so I haven't missed anything so far: We've got one psycho, one starving, one who's
- probably eating sawdust and a narcoleptic. You know... there may be a use for that last formula. Maybe some people'd like their fluffies to calm the fuck down. So? What else? None burst into flames yet?"
- "There's Nel, out of the lot I'd say her bunch are doing the best, but when I weighed her
- babies they felt kinda weird. Their fluff was oddly stiff, but otherwise they check out."
- "Stiff fluff? We're breeding Brillo pads now? No one'll want a fluffy that doesn't feel nice.
- ANOTHER writeoff, why the hell not? One more to go so let me guess... four assholes each and
- can't stop shitting right?"
- "Heh, well, not quite but they've got some serious problems of their own."
- "The hell you say! I never woulda guessed. Do go on, you're a real ray of sunshine."
- "Sorry boss lady. Stella herself is still as paranoid as ever, she and some of the other
- fluffies were talking about a monster yesterday, but I think they mean Gilly and hearing what
- she did to her babies. Speaking of which, Stella's are barely an ounce heavier than when I
- first weighed them."
- "Uh huh. Keep going, wheat else is wrong with 'em?"
- "All three are having problems with their speech, I doubt they've picked up any new words and
- none can string a proper sentence together. If anything they sound worse now than they did
- as newborns."
- "How bad exactly? Some people like foals to be a bit more baby like."
- "They make no sense, I'm not sure if they're trying to say anything specific or just babble
- random things at random times. There's something else I need to mention too. Stella's been
- trying to hide it, but they've all thrown up repeatedly, even on an empty stomach. I think at least
- one puked up some bile and there may have been blood in it."
- " *Moan* Any chance this is a disease and not their feed?"
- "Could be, but if it is I haven't heard of it, it's almost like the babies have Derp Syndrome."
- "If we have another case of the Serp I'm gonna pull my fucking hair out. And God knows there's
- been enough Enf transmitted diseases with those last couple stallions."
- "It's always a risk bringing in new blood. And I've no doubt you got a refund."
- "Damn straight I did, and then some. So it's their shitty feed that's likely the cause. Some
- of Stella's babies had good coloration too, he's paying extra for those. I want pictures of
- all these babies... wait. Even better, get me video of every test subject and the babies too.
- I won't have Jay weaseling his way out of paying top dollar."
- "We could save a majority of the babies by just switching them over to normal feed, assuming
- the damage hasn't already been done. But..."
- "But I signed a contract to see the testing through until weaning. Too bad every single
- formula he gave us is a fucking dud. Except that one Maple is on, if her babies survive I
- could see people paying for a feed that'll settle their fluffies."
- "Well, getting back on track I seriously doubt those babies have the Derp, but I don't see
- Stella's brood lasting much longer unless we do something."
- "I'd rather have the babies to sell, but a deals a deal. You just be sure to document and
- record everything, I want video evidence of what Gilly did as well. Use your cell camera for
- now, tomorrow I'll bring my camcorder and we'll do this right. All he asked for was a written report, but we're going above and beyond this time. I intend to collect on every penny this bullshit's cost me."
- "What about Gilly?"
- "After recording I'll give the bitch to Tiffany. Fitting punishment, right?"
- "Won't Jay want the bodies to study or dissect, something like that?"
- "You're talking about the guy that phoned ME because he had a flat tire and no idea what to do.
- Besides, that's not in the contract and Tiff's been complaining about being bored lately.
- It'll brighten her day."
- "Uh huh. I'm gonna go grab my phone then and get some shots of Gilly's smear marks. And the final word on changing their food back to normal?"
- "You're a real softy sometimes. I'll talk to him, but for now we stick to the contract until
- something changes."
- "Yes ma'am."
- End part 6
- Author's note:
- After pastebin swallowed more than ten days worth of very productive writing I was pretty damn pissed off. And despite the content of what I'd written, I still contacted them repeatedly trying to recover what'd been lost. Their reply was a nicely worded, polite middle finger. When I pestered them some more, they were kind enough to give me another. So consider that a lesson folks: Don't rely on the cloud. Keep multiple backups in multiple locations. I thought pastebin would be air tight but they proved me wrong; now I've got copies of everything written on two different hard drives as well as online. It's a bit of a pain but better than losing your work and motivation at the same time.
- http://pastebin.com/u/Mayclore - Thanks for letting me use your characters. If you like stories about fluffies even a little bit go here. You won't be disappointed.
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