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UNTITLED (Roseluck) by Unknown

By SlavePonyGeneral
Created: 16th July 2021 09:31:33 PM
18th January 2021 02:54:44 PM

  1.  
  2. >"motherfucker watch where you're turning with that stack or you're going to get us all killed!"
  3. "fuck off chicken head"
  4. >griffons were always a rare sight
  5. >the company that churned out pony slaves occasionally sold a griffon for an unreasonable price
  6. >they were high valued service birds due to their hand like claws and wings
  7. >even with the wings "decommissioned" they still fetched a high enough price to only be spotted alongside social elites and the Goldman Sachs types
  8. >their clipped claws tripled their work potential, often landing them more important jobs alongside humans
  9. >you wouldn't even call it slavery compared to the shit you've seen people do with ponies
  10. >"motherfucker swing the stack you're going to hit the c-train if you pull out like that!"
  11. >right...
  12. >you stare at the feathered creature in the forklift across from you
  13. >the oddity you'd never understand or wish too gave you a death glare as he idled his industrial fuck up machine
  14. >he was your bosses bird
  15. >a tan little griffon with a knack for calling every freight mover down here at the port a cunt
  16. >how his owner afforded him, you'll never know
  17. >despite his attitude you actually like the bird, he pulled his weight around the job and helped fix fuck ups
  18. >the sailor talk was more of a formality really
  19. >to an outsider the friendly banter would be confused with undeniable hostility
  20. "I can't swing it you cunt I'm already spinning out as it is with all the weight"
  21. >"fucker just turn it I have 3 pulls to get before we start on the c-trains and your lift is blocking my path"
  22. >you couldn't swing it out even if you tried
  23. >the soulless bastard that loaded the iron beams on the ship bundled one too many causing your back wheels to lose grip
  24. >the moisture on the ground didn't help either
  25. >you try to back out straight, gently easing the load away from the deck
  26. >just as you cleared it you dropped it down hearing the hydraulics whine and shutter as you brought it to a reasonable height
  27. >"there you go"
  28. "Fuck off"
  29. >Ryite takes this as a green light and pulls his machine around you, making sure to call you a faggot as he passes
  30. >you pull a three point turn after he clears you and slowly crawl to the staging area
  31. >you could feel the weight straining the lift in an uncomfortable fashion as you cruised down the stretch of concrete
  32. >you pull up to an empty lot before punching 15H and the di-code into your work phone
  33. >hoping out you stick blocks under the load so you can pull your forks out after you drop it
  34. >glancing up you see Ryite struggling to pick a double stack from the deck
  35. >is he retarded?
  36. >you hop back into your lift and lay on the horn
  37. >you start thinking of all the things you would call him once he was within ears reach
  38. >he sees you shaking your head and flips you off
  39. >lovely
  40. >you pull around after dropping the load and idle a good distance away from him
  41. >you watch in amusement as he tries and fails to clear the edge of a c-train
  42. >you assumed he gave up after straightening out again, a poetic series of vulgarities just barely audible above the machines dull engine roar
  43. >time starts to slow down
  44. >you watch in disgust as he guns it, swinging the load around
  45. >he clears the edge of the c-train only to back right into a yellow pylon with the back of his machine
  46. >the second crate, ever so delicately balanced on top tips back over the support
  47. >oh fuck here we go
  48. >the crate tips up over the left side and comes down with a horrendous crash
  49. >Ryite, the stupid ass bird... that chicken shit of a work partner had panicked and jumped out of the machines safety cage
  50. >in an instant, he was crushed
  51. >steel and wood splinters flew about as the box met bird and hardened concrete
  52. >he was dead
  53. >"Master you're home! Why were you so l-late, how was work?"
  54. "Not now"
  55. >"Master what happened?
  56. "I don't want to talk about it"
  57. >"awww come onn"
  58. "NOT... Fuck, just not now ok? Something bad happened"
  59. >"d-did you get f-fired?"
  60. >you gave her a glare
  61. >all of this was too much
  62. >you needed to go lay down... rest... something- anything to get your mind away from it all
  63. >"r-right"
  64. >you drop your keys and toss your jacket over on the couch before expiring to the bedroom
  65. >you lay there in the dark, the things leading up to the accident playing through your head on repeat
  66. >you should have fucking stopped him
  67. >you should have ran up and stopped him instead of just watching
  68. >fuck, you had never seen your boss cry before
  69. >the investigators
  70. >the policemen
  71. >the security footage
  72. >everything played through your mind like a night terror
  73. >you felt
  74. >guilty
  75. >just as frustration got the better of you, your cute little mare jumped up on the bed and snuggled up alongside
  76. >you clutched her with an arm and brought her in close, feeling her warmth
  77. >she knickered softly as you stroked her back
  78. >"I made mac n cheese if you want any, it's on the stove"
  79. "thank you"
  80. >you didn't move, your stomach still upset from earlier
  81. >these next few weeks were going to be hell
  82. >you wake up to the smell of food
  83. >glancing at the clock by your bedside you realize it's already tomorrow
  84. >taking in your room you look around and gain your bearings
  85. >rosy was making breakfast.. good. Work today.. Thursday... well, you don't know actually
  86. >you'd have to call and check at some point
  87. "Fuck"
  88. >you get up out of bed and rub the sleep from your eyes
  89. >you go to stretch your back and realize you're still wearing your clothes from yesterday
  90. >you get up and change, slipping on a t-shirt from the floor that probably wasn't much better
  91. >switching out gym shorts for pants you head out to the kitchen, the morning still in a haze of thought
  92. >"good morning master! I made you some eggs they're on the table already"
  93. >passing by, you give her a kiss on the cheek
  94. "thank you"
  95. >with a giggle she continues on stirring some sort of mixture
  96. >scrambled eggs and.. macaroni and cheese
  97. >quiet the combo
  98. >you dig in, not letting her food go to waste
  99. >halfway through the meal she sits down with you with a plate and eats as well
  100. >the morning is relatively silent except for the slight clattering of silverware and the news on the tv
  101. >she didn't bring up work again, that was good
  102. >you both just ate your food with the sound of president trump ranting about a wall between equestrian and earth in the background
  103. >after breakfast you had rosy join you in the shower for a quick scrub
  104. >you cleaned yourself off and got her a little heated as well which was fun
  105. >the rest of the morning would be dedicated to her and whatever she wanted
  106. >you couldn't imagine losing her like that
  107. >crushed under a container?
  108. >fuck that made your chest hurt
  109. >so close to deaths door
  110. >you needed some snuggles from her asap

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