I Am Your God
>This machine keeps me warm
>I can smell other babbehs in here!
>Some of them smell like brothers and sissies!
>But I cannot see
>I can smell milkies here
>I crawl to the end of my tube
>The milkies don't taste very good
>But they make the tummy hurties go away
>Every day I know I get bigger!
>One day my see places open
>There are other babbehs everywhere!
>They're in these weird things
>I'm in one of these weird things!
>Slowly the milkies become less and less
>But I grow more more
>My tummy has biggest hurties!
>One day a human comes
>You're not sure how you know it's human but you just know!
>But he just stares at you and all the other babies
>You stare at the Foal-In-A-Can machine
>This is the tenth day in a row
>This particular machine is an experimental one
>You can choose to refill the foals milk change their bedding clean the poop and pee >Or at least a worker should when they come to check
>The newst idea for hugboxers they claim
>While still making money
>Same price as a foal gets them a new chance at life
>Yet you don't pay for any of them
>Their eyes should be opening now
>The new human is clearly here to be your daddy!
>You can't talk yet but you cheep as loud as you can
>You pound your hoofies at your strange places walls
>Hoping he'll notice you
>But all the other babbehs do too!
>So you pounder harder and chirp until your throat hurts
>You need milkies!
>But your getting so low...
>You still stare at the foals
>Most are far too large to fit in their cans confines
>Only a handful have been bought
>Many still are only capable of weakly cheeping and peeping
>Some have starved to death
>Too stupid to ration milk
>Others covered in shit and piss
>Some have become necrotic
>You can't help but smirk
>By the looks of it no ones paid to have anything changed
>The company does changings weekly if paid to do so
>Yet when a foal is purchased, nothing
>It's almost ironcally funny
>Sometimes you'll tap on the glass to get their attention
>Just to stare at them
>Only to leave
>Back to your safe cozy life
>Maybe if one lives through the end of the month you'll take one
>Why does this human never take you or any other fluffies home?!?
>He just looks at us!
>It gives you biggest heart hurties!
>Your housie thing is too small! And you're covered in poopies and peepees
>And you've barley any milkies left
>You feel you should be a talky fluffy now
>But you can only cheep and chirp still
Still many more dawk times pass...
>You look at your phones clock
>About and hour before clean up arrives
>You look around
>Looks for an eligible canidate for a new daddy
>Plain blue with a red mane
>Standard by every aspect
>Looks like a male
>You pop in a single quarter and press his number
>The machine whirrs into life and the mechanical arm gently removes the "Foal"
>Nearly an adult now
>Stuff the can in you sweater pocket and head home
>Weak scared sounding cheeps can be heard
>Realize this is the first time the fluffy has been in darkness
>Machine built with 24/7 warming/Comfort light
>Doesn't matter anyways
>Why are you in darkies?!?!
>Monsters live in the darkies!
>You try and tell your new daddy!
>The man that kept looking but never took you
>You were so happy when he finally picked you!
>But he put you in this darkenss!
>Is your new daddy really an evil monster daddy!?
>Huuhuu... Just wan die...
>You arrive home
>Take the can out and set it on the table
>Get a nose plug ready for the smell
>Set down paper towel and newspaper for the mess
>Pop the top open and drop the fluffy into the world
>Have to smack the bottom like a ketchup bottle
>Fluffy is too big
>It chirps in distress
>Can't even talk it seems...
>You're being shooken around and given hurties now!
>This human really is a monster!
>You can barely see anymore
>But you know you need to escape to a good human mummah or daddy!
>Your hope is renewed!
>You sigh and figure you'll clean the thing off and and get it some milk
>You leave the table and head to the bathroom and kitchen
>The foals remains silent throghout the process
>You climb to your leggies
>They're so weak!
>But you're able to waddle ever so slowly
>You walk half blindly until you fall through the air!
>You SCCCRREEE in distress until you smack on the floor
>You feel you fragile legs shatter and your chest and stomach crack
>You try and chirp for help
>But only weak wheezes escape your lips
>You rushed back in however upon hearing the fluffy scream
>"What the hell happened?!?"
>Fluffy is nowhere to be found
>Hear a small wheezing from the floor
>Fluffy bleeding from mouth, ears, and bones sticking out throughout body
>Stare down at the pitiful creature for a few moments
>Gently scoop up foal from floor
>Stuff the mangled creature back into it's former home
>It screams and screams in pain
>Out back you go
>Into the trash can and darkness once again
>You scream in pain
>Monsters scream at you
>You hear voices outside the darkness
>Suddenly you feel warm
>The Pain eases
>And suddenly you don't care whats going on
>The garbage man picked up the bin as he does every day
>Small chirps can be heard from inside
>He shakes his head
>People throw away fluffies like crazy these day
>At least kill the fuckin things before you do
>Don't have time for this
>Toss it in with the rest and crush it into nothing
>Don't bother to really look at it
>Back inside you clean the mess
>Delivery should be done now
>Head back out to the same machine
>Newly stocked tiny foals chirp and peep from their canned hells
>Maybe one will live this time...