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- >"motherfucker watch where you're turning with that stack or you're going to get us all killed!"
- "fuck off chicken head"
- >griffons were always a rare sight
- >the company that churned out pony slaves occasionally sold a griffon for an unreasonable price
- >they were high valued service birds due to their hand like claws and wings
- >even with the wings "decommissioned" they still fetched a high enough price to only be spotted alongside social elites and the Goldman Sachs types
- >their clipped claws tripled their work potential, often landing them more important jobs alongside humans
- >you wouldn't even call it slavery compared to the shit you've seen people do with ponies
- >"motherfucker swing the stack you're going to hit the c-train if you pull out like that!"
- >right...
- >you stare at the feathered creature in the forklift across from you
- >the oddity you'd never understand or wish too gave you a death glare as he idled his industrial fuck up machine
- >he was your bosses bird
- >a tan little griffon with a knack for calling every freight mover down here at the port a cunt
- >how his owner afforded him, you'll never know
- >despite his attitude you actually like the bird, he pulled his weight around the job and helped fix fuck ups
- >the sailor talk was more of a formality really
- >to an outsider the friendly banter would be confused with undeniable hostility
- "I can't swing it you cunt I'm already spinning out as it is with all the weight"
- >"fucker just turn it I have 3 pulls to get before we start on the c-trains and your lift is blocking my path"
- >you couldn't swing it out even if you tried
- >the soulless bastard that loaded the iron beams on the ship bundled one too many causing your back wheels to lose grip
- >the moisture on the ground didn't help either
- >you try to back out straight, gently easing the load away from the deck
- >just as you cleared it you dropped it down hearing the hydraulics whine and shutter as you brought it to a reasonable height
- >"there you go"
- "Fuck off"
- >Ryite takes this as a green light and pulls his machine around you, making sure to call you a faggot as he passes
- >you pull a three point turn after he clears you and slowly crawl to the staging area
- >you could feel the weight straining the lift in an uncomfortable fashion as you cruised down the stretch of concrete
- >you pull up to an empty lot before punching 15H and the di-code into your work phone
- >hoping out you stick blocks under the load so you can pull your forks out after you drop it
- >glancing up you see Ryite struggling to pick a double stack from the deck
- >is he retarded?
- >you hop back into your lift and lay on the horn
- >you start thinking of all the things you would call him once he was within ears reach
- >he sees you shaking your head and flips you off
- >lovely
- >you pull around after dropping the load and idle a good distance away from him
- >you watch in amusement as he tries and fails to clear the edge of a c-train
- >you assumed he gave up after straightening out again, a poetic series of vulgarities just barely audible above the machines dull engine roar
- >time starts to slow down
- >you watch in disgust as he guns it, swinging the load around
- >he clears the edge of the c-train only to back right into a yellow pylon with the back of his machine
- >the second crate, ever so delicately balanced on top tips back over the support
- >oh fuck here we go
- >the crate tips up over the left side and comes down with a horrendous crash
- >Ryite, the stupid ass bird... that chicken shit of a work partner had panicked and jumped out of the machines safety cage
- >in an instant, he was crushed
- >steel and wood splinters flew about as the box met bird and hardened concrete
- >he was dead
- >"Master you're home! Why were you so l-late, how was work?"
- "Not now"
- >"Master what happened?
- "I don't want to talk about it"
- >"awww come onn"
- "NOT... Fuck, just not now ok? Something bad happened"
- >"d-did you get f-fired?"
- >you gave her a glare
- >all of this was too much
- >you needed to go lay down... rest... something- anything to get your mind away from it all
- >"r-right"
- >you drop your keys and toss your jacket over on the couch before expiring to the bedroom
- >you lay there in the dark, the things leading up to the accident playing through your head on repeat
- >you should have fucking stopped him
- >you should have ran up and stopped him instead of just watching
- >fuck, you had never seen your boss cry before
- >the investigators
- >the policemen
- >the security footage
- >everything played through your mind like a night terror
- >you felt
- >guilty
- >just as frustration got the better of you, your cute little mare jumped up on the bed and snuggled up alongside
- >you clutched her with an arm and brought her in close, feeling her warmth
- >she knickered softly as you stroked her back
- >"I made mac n cheese if you want any, it's on the stove"
- "thank you"
- >you didn't move, your stomach still upset from earlier
- >these next few weeks were going to be hell
- >you wake up to the smell of food
- >glancing at the clock by your bedside you realize it's already tomorrow
- >taking in your room you look around and gain your bearings
- >rosy was making breakfast.. good. Work today.. Thursday... well, you don't know actually
- >you'd have to call and check at some point
- "Fuck"
- >you get up out of bed and rub the sleep from your eyes
- >you go to stretch your back and realize you're still wearing your clothes from yesterday
- >you get up and change, slipping on a t-shirt from the floor that probably wasn't much better
- >switching out gym shorts for pants you head out to the kitchen, the morning still in a haze of thought
- >"good morning master! I made you some eggs they're on the table already"
- >passing by, you give her a kiss on the cheek
- "thank you"
- >with a giggle she continues on stirring some sort of mixture
- >scrambled eggs and.. macaroni and cheese
- >quiet the combo
- >you dig in, not letting her food go to waste
- >halfway through the meal she sits down with you with a plate and eats as well
- >the morning is relatively silent except for the slight clattering of silverware and the news on the tv
- >she didn't bring up work again, that was good
- >you both just ate your food with the sound of president trump ranting about a wall between equestrian and earth in the background
- >after breakfast you had rosy join you in the shower for a quick scrub
- >you cleaned yourself off and got her a little heated as well which was fun
- >the rest of the morning would be dedicated to her and whatever she wanted
- >you couldn't imagine losing her like that
- >crushed under a container?
- >fuck that made your chest hurt
- >so close to deaths door
- >you needed some snuggles from her asap
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