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UNTITLED (Roseluck) by Unknown
By SlavePonyGeneralCreated: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-01-18 14:54:44
Expiry: Never
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[Copied from https://pastebin.com/m914Xy70]
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>"motherfucker watch where you're turning with that stack or you're going to get us all killed!"
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"fuck off chicken head"
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>griffons were always a rare sight
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>the company that churned out pony slaves occasionally sold a griffon for an unreasonable price
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>they were high valued service birds due to their hand like claws and wings
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>even with the wings "decommissioned" they still fetched a high enough price to only be spotted alongside social elites and the Goldman Sachs types
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>their clipped claws tripled their work potential, often landing them more important jobs alongside humans
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>you wouldn't even call it slavery compared to the shit you've seen people do with ponies
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>"motherfucker swing the stack you're going to hit the c-train if you pull out like that!"
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>right...
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>you stare at the feathered creature in the forklift across from you
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>the oddity you'd never understand or wish too gave you a death glare as he idled his industrial fuck up machine
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>he was your bosses bird
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>a tan little griffon with a knack for calling every freight mover down here at the port a cunt
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>how his owner afforded him, you'll never know
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>despite his attitude you actually like the bird, he pulled his weight around the job and helped fix fuck ups
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>the sailor talk was more of a formality really
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>to an outsider the friendly banter would be confused with undeniable hostility
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"I can't swing it you cunt I'm already spinning out as it is with all the weight"
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>"fucker just turn it I have 3 pulls to get before we start on the c-trains and your lift is blocking my path"
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>you couldn't swing it out even if you tried
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>the soulless bastard that loaded the iron beams on the ship bundled one too many causing your back wheels to lose grip
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>the moisture on the ground didn't help either
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>you try to back out straight, gently easing the load away from the deck
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>just as you cleared it you dropped it down hearing the hydraulics whine and shutter as you brought it to a reasonable height
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>"there you go"
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"Fuck off"
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>Ryite takes this as a green light and pulls his machine around you, making sure to call you a faggot as he passes
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>you pull a three point turn after he clears you and slowly crawl to the staging area
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>you could feel the weight straining the lift in an uncomfortable fashion as you cruised down the stretch of concrete
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>you pull up to an empty lot before punching 15H and the di-code into your work phone
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>hoping out you stick blocks under the load so you can pull your forks out after you drop it
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>glancing up you see Ryite struggling to pick a double stack from the deck
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>is he retarded?
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>you hop back into your lift and lay on the horn
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>you start thinking of all the things you would call him once he was within ears reach
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>he sees you shaking your head and flips you off
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>lovely
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>you pull around after dropping the load and idle a good distance away from him
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>you watch in amusement as he tries and fails to clear the edge of a c-train
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>you assumed he gave up after straightening out again, a poetic series of vulgarities just barely audible above the machines dull engine roar
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>time starts to slow down
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>you watch in disgust as he guns it, swinging the load around
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>he clears the edge of the c-train only to back right into a yellow pylon with the back of his machine
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>the second crate, ever so delicately balanced on top tips back over the support
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>oh fuck here we go
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>the crate tips up over the left side and comes down with a horrendous crash
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>Ryite, the stupid ass bird... that chicken shit of a work partner had panicked and jumped out of the machines safety cage
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>in an instant, he was crushed
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>steel and wood splinters flew about as the box met bird and hardened concrete
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>he was dead
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>"Master you're home! Why were you so l-late, how was work?"
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"Not now"
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>"Master what happened?
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"I don't want to talk about it"
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>"awww come onn"
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"NOT... Fuck, just not now ok? Something bad happened"
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>"d-did you get f-fired?"
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>you gave her a glare
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>all of this was too much
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>you needed to go lay down... rest... something- anything to get your mind away from it all
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>"r-right"
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>you drop your keys and toss your jacket over on the couch before expiring to the bedroom
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>you lay there in the dark, the things leading up to the accident playing through your head on repeat
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>you should have fucking stopped him
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>you should have ran up and stopped him instead of just watching
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>fuck, you had never seen your boss cry before
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>the investigators
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>the policemen
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>the security footage
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>everything played through your mind like a night terror
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>you felt
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>guilty
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>just as frustration got the better of you, your cute little mare jumped up on the bed and snuggled up alongside
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>you clutched her with an arm and brought her in close, feeling her warmth
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>she knickered softly as you stroked her back
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>"I made mac n cheese if you want any, it's on the stove"
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"thank you"
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>you didn't move, your stomach still upset from earlier
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>these next few weeks were going to be hell
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>you wake up to the smell of food
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>glancing at the clock by your bedside you realize it's already tomorrow
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>taking in your room you look around and gain your bearings
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>rosy was making breakfast.. good. Work today.. Thursday... well, you don't know actually
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>you'd have to call and check at some point
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"Fuck"
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>you get up out of bed and rub the sleep from your eyes
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>you go to stretch your back and realize you're still wearing your clothes from yesterday
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>you get up and change, slipping on a t-shirt from the floor that probably wasn't much better
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>switching out gym shorts for pants you head out to the kitchen, the morning still in a haze of thought
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>"good morning master! I made you some eggs they're on the table already"
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>passing by, you give her a kiss on the cheek
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"thank you"
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>with a giggle she continues on stirring some sort of mixture
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>scrambled eggs and.. macaroni and cheese
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>quiet the combo
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>you dig in, not letting her food go to waste
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>halfway through the meal she sits down with you with a plate and eats as well
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>the morning is relatively silent except for the slight clattering of silverware and the news on the tv
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>she didn't bring up work again, that was good
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>you both just ate your food with the sound of president trump ranting about a wall between equestrian and earth in the background
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>after breakfast you had rosy join you in the shower for a quick scrub
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>you cleaned yourself off and got her a little heated as well which was fun
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>the rest of the morning would be dedicated to her and whatever she wanted
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>you couldn't imagine losing her like that
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>crushed under a container?
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>fuck that made your chest hurt
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>so close to deaths door
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>you needed some snuggles from her asap
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