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Was he growling? Swift turned to his mother with a dismayed look on his face - presumably, anyway; the pups had about as much control of their faces as Bazi did her post-birth bladder. Despite considering herself a reasonable woman, Bazi was a little offended. After all, she was the one manufacturing the milk he was guzzling - and it was her body that Swift and his little buddies were continuing to destroy.

Swift reattached and continued to suck. Bazi allowed him to be lured into a false sense of security before moving two vindictive inches away.