Curiosity 1

Curiosity: 1

	The sun sets earlier in the afternoon than usual as Ruby Blanche leaves the college of medicine lecture hall.  The campus is rather large and has dozens of small to large grassy areas, all of which are carefully manicured by the college.  Right now no lawnmowers are out, as they usually cut grass at night, and the fluffy ponies are grazing in force.  Dozens of herds call the campus home and their presence isn't an issue for the most part.  Fluffies eat the taller grass, poop on the grass, and help grow the grass.  A beautiful little circle of life, all except for the ultimate Frisbee team. For the last few years the campus has taken a passive approach to their care.  Fluffies can drink from the retention ponds and puddles formed after rain and eat the grass.  They in turn are kept off any walkways by students who volunteer their services by either gently placing fluffies back on the grass, or more often than not using the encounter as an excuse to practice punting.  Or, for the ultimate Frisbee team what they call sweet revenge.  As Ruby walks by one such fluffies, two of his legs broken and his ribs caved on one side, she bends down to observe the little creature.

	He tries to pull himself away from the sidewalk back into the field with his friends but the wounds and his hysterical crying keep him from making any meaningful progress.  Blood and feces smear his backside and a small patch behind him. Tears stain his tan fluff and his face is spotted with blood from his nose and mouth.  "Huuuu huuuu, huuuuuwt, hewwd... hewp fwuffy... hu-hu-hu-hu-huuuuuuwtt..." His pathetic cries don't garner any attention from the herd nearby as they quit trying to heal him an hour ago.  Removing her side bag Ruby takes out a collapsible pet carrier given to her by the medical college.  At first the fluffy is happy to be receiving care, but then he is put in the small cardboard box and he begins to scream, "NUU! NUU SOWWY BAWKS! SOWWY! FWUFFY SOWWY! NUU POOPIES ON WAWKIE PWACE! SOWWY! SO-" Now crammed in the box the fluffy is still sobbing, but now his cries are muffled as his muzzle is pushed against the cardboard. At her professor's request she takes the fluffy home.

	As practice for her veterinary career Ruby and her classmates are to care for and try to heal any injured fluffies they find on campus, of which there is a readily available and plentiful supply.  As much as she enjoys setting the weak bones back in place and bracing broken legs Ruby suspects that her professor just wants to test the patience of the class.  Fortunately she has her dorm room, though small, all to herself.  The closet has been turned into a kennel with newspaper lining the floor, a small bed against the back wall, a litter box, and a few basic toys.  For all his pain and possibly life threatening internal injuries the fluffy is very happy.  "Mummah! Be mummah! Fwuffy wuv mummah! Wuv y-" Closing her closet door Ruby returns to her computer after the agonizing inspection and treatment of the stallions wounds.  She writes in her class log the color, size, nutrition level, age, some other details, and most importantly any injuries detected.  All while she hears cries of, "Dawk! Scawed! Nuu wike! Sowwy! Bad poopies!"

	Aside from a collapsed lung and broken ribs the fluffy also had two dislocated legs and a fractured shin in addition to a bad case of ticks on his stomach.  "NUU! TUMMEH HUWT! HUWT! IEEEEE!" Pulling off five ticks with tiny tweezers and then using a gentle soap to clean the infected wounds was bad enough, but his delicate skin made even the gentlest soap feel like fire on his wounds.  She tried to tell the pony to keep off his front leg but he kept putting weight on it. Fearing the fragile creature would shatter the already fractured shin she braced it with some Popsicle sticks and medical tape.  Now relatively calm but still having trouble breathing the fluffy probably won't last very long.  This too must be recorded in her log.  As she wraps up her remaining projects Ruby begins to get bored.  And, with her friends all busy tonight she has nothing to do but masturba- stay on Tumblr.

	As she wipes up with a hand towel once again she begins to bore.  Idly placing a sour pop in her mouth as she surfs the web she is suddenly struck by inspiration.  Putting on some schlumpy clothes, sweat pants and a t-shirt, she slips on some flip flops and heads to the continence store.  After a half hour walk she returns to her dorm with a small plastic bag in hand.  Placing the contents on her desk she takes a biscuit as control and opens the closet.  Seems the fear of being punted kept the fluffy in his bed after he pooped when the light was turned off.  He trembles as Ruby steps over the wet pile of smelly shit and moves towards him.  "Nuu..." he mewls, "sowwy... fwuffy nuu wan bad poopies... nuu huwties... huu huuuuu..." Ruby rolls her eyes and bends down to comfort the trembling fluffy.

	After a bit of coaxing the fluffy is up for the, "wossa yummy nummies espewemen."  First the biscut, "fankoo fow nummies!" Ruby waits and asks again, "Well, how did it taste?" The fluffy seems confused, "Taest? wha dat? Is nummies?"  Ruby was afraid this would happen, fluffies don't have the word 'taste' in their vocabulary.  Time for some more control tests.  One at a time she gives the fluffy a jolly rancher which he swallows whole, "yummy nummies!" a piece of banana peel she found outside that was definitely past its prime, "yicky nummies..." and a bit of to-go spaghetti from her own dinner, "bestest nummies!"  Well, seems like they can taste the difference but can't describe it outside of just good or bad.  Time to find out what else fluffies can taste...

	Removing a red package from the bag Chomper, as he is now known, is ecstatic by the small pet gate.  He is up on his hind legs begging for more food.  "Pweasies haff wed nummies? Wuuk suu pwetty!" Ruby obliges, "Sure, here you go.  Now make sure not to swallow it too fast okay?"  Chomper smiles and wags his tail, "Otay mummah!" Placing the red hot on his tongue the fluffy eagerly tries to chew the hard candy.  But, after only a few seconds he feels the burning sensation.  "HAWT! NUMMIES TUU HAWT! HUWT! HAAAW-*gulp*-WWWT! Huu huu huu! Huwt! Mummah! Nee wawa! Nummies buwn mouf!"  Ruby only writes the results, seems like they can't tell spice from heat.  Next she removes a small tube.

	"Here Chomper, this will help with the pain." Chomper who has been rolling around on the floor eagerly gets up and opens his mouth gasping for the assistance.  Removing the cap she sprays his mouth five times before the flavor hits him.  Warhead sour spray sends the tiny fluffies mind into overdrive.  Excited by the candy but distraught by the pain Chomper is thrashing on the ground.  "AAAH! HUWT! NUMMIES HUWT! WHY OWIES! HUUUUWT! MUMMAH HEWP! HUU HUU HUU CHOMPAW HUUUUWT! HEWWWWP! AAAH HAA HAA HAA!" Ruby is disappointed.  Seems like fluffies can't tell what sour is. But, more testing is needed.

	For the rest of the evening the fluffy, who believes that mommy will help him, eagerly tries each food. From pop rocks, sour patch kids, kit kat bars, lemons, limes, coconuts, and a dozen other flavors the most Ruby can get out of the fluffy is, "WHY NUMMIES HUWT?!"  The next day Ruby returns after class to find her fluffy ward in extreme pain.  Squatting over the litter box he screams, "MUUUUMMMAAAAH! HEEEEWWWPP!!! HUWWWTIES! POOPIE HUWWWWTIES! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH! AAAAAAAAAAAH HAAA HAA HAA HAA WHY HUWT?! UUUuuuuuuuuuuughhh! HUUU HUU HUU HUU..."  Examining the relieved fluffy she immediately notices the candy colored mass poking out of the bleeding and stretched fluffy anus.  Seems like for the last hour or so he's been trying to shit out the solid candy mass.  As she gives him a squeeze to his horror the two inch wide and four inch long turd painfully scrapes out of his now prolapsed asshole.  Chompers insides out, and unwilling or able to assist, Ruby watches the fluffy expire from internal bleeding his entire digestive tract torn to shreds by the sharp candy turd.  She snaps a photo and puts it on Tumblr, "Now this is why you don't give your fluffies candy."