You spent your time, as you did most of your time, suckling away on mummah’s sweet milkies. But this time was different. You felt some strange sensation on your face, like something wanted free.
Lately it was becoming harder and harder to get your milkies. Did your mummah not love you as much? You’d ask but all you could do was chirp. You were sure she still loved you. She had to.
As you sucked up another drop of milkies, the sensation returned. What was it? You flailed your head a bit, giving out a few loud chirps. Something in your face pulled. For the first time, your eyes opened.
You stood for a second, processing what had happened. When it finally clicked, you felt joy. You turned to see your mummah.
But there was no mummah.
Instead you were greeted to what looked like a milkie place, but there was supposed to be a mummah with it.
Mummah? Wewe mummah gu? Wy mummah weave babbeh an’ miwkie pwace?
“Fuckin finally!”
The voice startled you, sending a stream of sorry-poopies through the tube in your poopie-place. You turned to where it came from, a man standing above you.
“Been waiting for you to finally open your eyes.”
Nyu daddeh? “Peep!”
“Hey Shannon, the thing’s finally opened its eyes!”
The lady named Shannon came into view.
“Aww. It’s looking at you, Jim.”
“Peep!” You said again.
“Well,” the man named Jim said. “Its milk tank is almost out, and it can see us. Not much sense keeping it in there anymore.”
“Are you sure it’s time?” Shannon said. “Do they come with any directions?”
“I don’t know, don’t really care.” Jim said, picking up your can.
You stumbled about inside, chirping again.
“Let’s see where the latch is…”
Something went off with a click. The milkie place you’d relied on for so long went up and away. For the first time, outside air blew in. You began to shiver.
“Honey I think it’s cold…”
“Well it better get used to it if it wants to live in this house.”
Jim turned the glass tube around you, and it too was lifted up and away. You sat on the upright bottom of the can, exposed and shivering.
“Alright, not sure how to do this part but it can’t be too hard.” Jim said, lifting you up by the scruff of your neck. You chirped and peeped as the catheter and excrement tubes came off forcefully. It was uncomfortable, but not enough to hurt.
As soon as both the tubes were gone, you let out another fearful wave of shit and piss.
“Oh what the hell!?” Jim said. “That’s disgusting!”
“That’s a fluffy for you.” Shannon said, smirking at her husband.
“He better not keep doing that if he wants to stay. Tell Claudia to clean this up and get him some food. His training starts tomorrow.”