The Little Devils
10-06-2015, 07:33 PM
Out from her mother's womb she would be pushed, the closeness and safety she felt within being torn away from her. She squirmed and struggled to stay inside, but her efforts were in vain as she was pushed into the open world. The air was cold out here, she didn't like it. She wiggled when she felt a tongue sliding over her body, cleaning her and releasing her from the prison sac. She was pushed towards her mother's warmth, seeking out the milk as she settled down for a snack and a nap.
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