>>33428801>Fauna leads you back into the playroom. The rest of the saplings are still enjoying themselves. >You look at their toys and feel a sob try and climb its way out of your throat, but choke it down. Don't make mommy sad...>"Go and play with the others, sapling. Supper's going to be ready soon. And remember! Our little secret!""O-Okay..."
>You try to go back to your corner so you can finish your drawing of Fauna, but the moment you bend down to pick it up-"uuuUUUUUU!"
>The toy pokes something! The weird feeling fills your body! You drop to your knees, shaking.>The other saplings all turn. A few run over.>"What's wrong sap?""N-Nothing... 's nothing..."
>You try and spend the rest of playtime finishing your drawing, but the toy...>Fauna's voice echoes from the hallway.>"Saplings! Dinner's ready!">All at once, the saplings jump to their feet and rush outside, leaving a battlefield of discarded toys in their wake.>You try to follow, waddling. Tears sting your eyes.>Is... Is this forever?>All of the saplings take their seat at the table. Fauna made you all omurice. Your favorite.>The saplings all thank mommy as she sets down your plates. You, however, struggle to climb up and onto your seat. Fauna giggles.>"Need some help, my cute little sapling?""Y-Yes please..."
>Scooping you up by your arms, Fauna slowly places you down into your chair. You sit, feeling the toy rub against you again."uuu..."
>All of the saplings start to dig in. You try to take your spork and join them... but you're not hungry.>You notice Fauna watching you, still smiling like before. She has something in her hand. Not a utensil, but a... remote?>As she sees you notice her, Fauna presses a button."AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
>You yell in shock! Shaking! Something's shaking! You're shaking! No! The toy!>You place your hands over your mouth, but already everyone is looking at you. Fauna cocks her head.>"Is something wrong?">You open your mouth to answer her, but the shaking! It feels so bad but so good! You can't-"N-No- UUUuuu... aaaaah..."
>Giggling to herself, she presses the button on the remote again. The shaking stops.>You double over, panting.>"You're just hungry, sweetie. Eat your omurice.">Tears streaming down your face, you nod. If the other saplings find this odd, they're too focused on eating Fauna's cooking to notice.>Later that night, Fauna starts to tuck each of you into bed.>She leans over you, kissing your forehead again and tucking you in tight."M-Mommy... C-Can I take the toy out now?"
>She stops.>"Why? Didn't I say you couldn't take it out until I said so?""B-But-"
>"You know what? I think you've been a bad sapling. I know exactly how to fix that. Goodnight.">Before you can ask what she meant, she continues on to the next sapling. You hold your covers over your mouth, trying to stop yourself from crying. Does mommy hate you now?>Fauna leaves you to try and sleep. Maybe tomorrow she'll take it out. Maybe->OH NO! NOT AGAIN-"UUUUUU!"
>THE SHAKING! EVEN HARDER! THE TOY IS SHAKING SO MUCH! YOU CAN'T-"AAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"
>The other saplings poke their heads out of their bunks. "MOMMY I'M SORR- UUUUUU! PLEASE STOP IT- UUUUUUUUUU!!!"
>But it dosen't stop. The rest of the night, you writhe in your bed, sweating, shaking, screaming in agony and ecstasy as the toy devastates your behind.>Some day soon, you're going to learn to love mommy's new toys... 
