Fluffy Derpy: Chapter 1

>its garbage day
>you head out to the good old dumpster
>as you approach, trash bags in tow, you hear a lot of crying coming from the dumpster
>you open the lid and see a grey fluffy pony with a yellow mane
>she's in pretty bad shape
>she has two broken wings and one of her legs is gone, the wound cauterized
>what the fuck happened to this thing?
>"Wahhhh! Wan mu-mu-mummeh! Pwease hewp! No smeww pwetty! Why weggie no wuk? Wahhhhh! Wingies? Ouchies! Why wingies hewt?! Wahhhhhhh!"
>"Oh, shit..."
>she hears your voice and looks up
>"NUUU! Hooman no hewt Dewpy! Dewpy no wan hewt no moh!"
>she tries to flap her wings to get away, but she lets out a massive shriek of pain and starts bawling at the top of her lungs
>you’ve gotta get this thing to a vet
>you lift her up as carefully as you can, but she lets out another few bloodcurdling screams
>you begin to wonder what this must look like to passerby
>regardless, you rush her to your car and place her inside
>you slam the gas pedal and rush off
>your focus quickly shifts to what she said earlier
>she didn’t want any humans to hurt her
>oddly specific, although you’d already gathered she’s an abuse fluffy
>did she say her name was Derpy?
>like the Derpy from the show?
>you finally get to the vet
>you carry her in, her still howling
>”We’ve got an emergency!”
>the receptionist looks up and is visibly shocked
>”What on earth happened to her?”
>”I don’t know. I just found her in a dumpster.”
>she takes Derpy and brings her to the operating room
>you sit down in an uncomfortable plastic chair
>you know you’re going to be here for a while
>you read some month old pet care magazines and watch television
>some football game
>it looks like you’re the only person here
>so you wait
>and wait
>and wait
>eventually the doctor comes out to talk to you
>she’s gonna need two months of recuperation for the wings, as well as extensive physical therapy to walk properly, or a prosthetic leg
>you tell the vet she isn’t even yours
>the vet removes his glasses and looks you in the eye
>”I like to keep a professional atmosphere in my clinic. But I have to level with you here. You’ve got about two options. You can adopt her right here and now, or we can ship her off to some goddamn adoption center where she’ll stay for a few months before they get rid of her. And I think you know what I mean by that.”
>you glare at him
>”Doc, you’re not gonna force me to take her home with me. You can’t guilt me into this.”
>”Oh, I know that. But I think you know what you have to do.”
>he comes back with a carrier, Derpy inside
>she’s babbling about “sowwy-sticks”, probably still getting over the morphine
>”I’ll let you think about it.”
>as he walks away, he calls over his shoulder
>”No charge.”
>and with that, you’re alone with her
>you open up the carrier door and she tumbles out
>she doesn’t seem to be in pain, but you’re gonna have to be careful with her wings
>you lift her up and plop her on your lap
>she’s got little casts on her wings
>you have to admit, that’s kind of cute
>you look at her leg stump
>it’s sealed off, and doesn’t seem to pose much of a risk
>she starts gibbering about how “sowwy” she is, and she’s clearly disturbed by something
>you pet her head, and she snuggles up a bit closer
>you continue for a while, and put her back in the carrier
>you get up and head to the front desk
>”Hey, Doc? I’d like to get that prosthetic.”
>”No problem. That’ll be $150.”
>”What? But you said it was ‘no charge’ just a minute ago!”
>”On the adoption and medical bills, I meant.”
>you grumble and pull out your wallet
>$150 later, you get home with Derpy
>she seems to have gotten over the morphine, but she's still a little dopey
>you're not sure if that's just how intelligent she is or if the morphine was really strong
>you set the carrier down in the living room and haul her out
>"Daddeh? Dat you?"
>"Yeah, it's me. Hold still."
>you take the prothestic leg and go to attach it
>"Nuuuu! Daddeh kiww ottur fwuffy and take weggie!"
>"No, Derpy. It's fake. I didn't kill a pony."
>"Pwomise."
>you sigh
>"I promise."
>she lets you attach the leg now
>it's pretty realistic, aside from the straps
>it's complete with some fake grey fur, too
>you set her down
>"There you go. Can you try walking?"
>she tries to flap her wings
>luckily, they're bound pretty tightly
>she'd probably break them a lot more if they weren't
>"Why wingies no move?"
>"Derpy, if you move them, you'll give yourself big ouchies. Very big ouchies."
>"No wan ouchies!"
>"Then don't flap your wings."
>she lets out an angry "hmph", but you eventually convince her to try walking
>whump
>Derpy fell over
>for the eighteenth time
>"Come on, Derpy. You can do it."
>you're certain that if she keeps trying, she'll do it
>"But daddeh, Dewpy no wan wak! Dewpy wan fwy!"
>she's still going on about flying
>"Derpy, just try walking for now. We'll practice flying later."
>she tries again
>she takes a slow, shaky step
>she anchors the prosthetic and moves forwards at a snails pace
>and falls over
>this is going to be a lot harder than you thought