The world was dark, and warm and all she knew was the presence of things beside her and the contentment that encased her wholly. She did not exist as an individual, but almost more like an idea and a floating entity that drifted across without fear, thought or worry to the currents of the world. She thrived on three things: Contentment, which was to live in a world without pain or hunger and to know no strife. Love, for the presence's she could feel about her, brush against, exist beside her and without even understanding could love unconditionally. The final central point of her being was continuation, that throughout all of her existence nothing had ever changed, she had existed, she had floated, and had loved and never had she thought that there could be more to life then this.
Then, the first harsh lesson of reality would be installed upon her being, she would feel a gentle push, a nudge guiding her elsewhere. She did not know any other realms had existed but for this one, she had not known there was anywhere else she could go. But this guidance presence clearly did, and in her existence of love she trusted it wholly, she was guided by it and pushed gently at first, then harder, and harder and she could feel the confines of all her being in that single moment, pushed and moulded together... and then she was free. Her first thought of the real world, was how vast it was. She could stretch out her... her being... her limbs? And she still could not feel the constraints of her previous world. She could not see, and the world was still in darkness but she could feel the expanse, the open air and the nothingness. For a moment her heart would leap and she would cry out in fear and surprise at this harshness she had been forced into. Then a touch would be upon her, rasping across her body in gentle and loving strokes and she would somehow recognise this presence, if not the touch. Again, she whole heartedly trusted this being and responded to this touch with a sucking, happy noise that emitted from her gums.
She had a second realisation, that her belly craved something, and every pucker of her libs drove that driving feeling every bit more. Then she was gently pushed forward by that loving presence, and something hard and firm was before her, something that smelled sweet and inviting. She opened her mouth to pucker again, but this time they did not close on open air, but upon this thing and nature would kick in, drive her to suck, and suck she did. She was filled with the delightful taste of the substance, her first real taste in this new reality, and she loved it, she would suck into her belly was bulging and full and that feel of contentment would return. Only one aspect of her being was gone from here, the continuity, but already she was forgetting it for the pleasures of this new world. She would curly against the warm of the being beside her, nuzzle against that soft fur and fall into the most content sleep of her being.
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