It's a certain pleasure that I feel as I watch the cub and the rodent antagonize the ugly stud and his worm penis. I can't quite describe it, since I'm so accustomed to the pleasure of my loins, but this doesn't feel the same. It stirs my body, but more a feeling in my heart than the caverns that my tail keeps secret. What is this feeling?

It finally comes to me as he screeches and calmbers away from me, begging for my mercy in this pivotal moment of my life, my awakening. I flick an orange eye to him and then smile. I know what this is.
This is success.

No wonder father was addicted to it.

The partially plucked turkey with his deflated pecker speaks again, interrupting my internal dialogue and praise. "SHUT UP!" I hiss between gritted teeth, my tail lashing out the finality of my anger as my words die off my tongue. All this chatter honestly how does he expect me to think? "By Oblivion your voice is as unbearable as your cock!"

Just then another noise adds to the chaos. It rises and bugles out like some bison wallowing in heat, but it's enough to startle me into my spine. My concentration snaps, thin as it was, and my children disassemble and scatter back upon the ground, lifeless once more. Through the dark my slited eyes probe and there they see the crawling shadow of a winged dove. I race up the black trail and there she stands, imposing with her wings and tramping feet. I shudder at the sight of her, transfixed by the appearance of the stallion's guardian angel seeking to drive me away. "It's him in the wrong!" I shouted, uselessly, as her words, so callous and commanding, overtook my voice in an instant.

I recoiled as though struck and the movement jarred my fractured leg, which now I felt as sure as the king of demons spawned me. I hissed out my pain and stepped back further, trudging down in the waters that had drowned my puppet and born my rapist. My lips curl and scrunch, wavering like furious grubs on this face of necromancy.

Useless, I think, knowing the angel brings the light while I crave the dark. I turn away hastily, splashing and hobbling down the stream until I am no more.

// Baby d o l l I recognize
// you're a hideous thing inside