A sort of poem about the struggles of littles and what their caregivers see when they look at them. But it can be interpreted in other ways, since it isn't specific.
this is a kind of love letter to the ABDL fics I have done and the characters in them, and to the community itself.
Intended to be a dialogue between the following sets of characters (Because THEY DON'T LET US HAVE ENOUGH TAGS):
Spike and Twilight
Smolder and Silverstream
Thunderlane and Mesma
Rainbow Dash and her parents/Spitfire
Luna and Celestia
Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash
Chapters (2)
Nice telling from the perspective of the one seeking acceptance and the one who looks to further theirs by helping others.
There is much unfairness in our world. We are 'expected' to be a certain way, like it, and put down those who aren't as we are 'programmed' to be. However, in the end, is it not those of us who are different who often bring about the greatest of advances?
I sought acceptance and understanding for years-and-years. I found it with a group of Baby Furs on Fur Affinity. I've since been on the site over 10 years, opened my emotions, and learned how I am not alone. More importantly is how much I can 'pay the kindness forward' to all those who helped me along in my journey.
There will always be good days and bad days due to knowing the way you are is not seen kindly by the masses. However you can bet you will be the one more remembered for having taken sadness and solitude into acceptance and community. :)
Good but I had a little trouble understanding it and who was saying what (maybe I’m just not getting the point of it).
PS what is ABDL?