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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