Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat at the Vet

>You are a 25 year old woman who came into money real soon in your life.
>You have an average build off set by your hair you dyed blue.
>And you are a rich bitch!
>You have just brought one of your fluffies to the veterinarian.
>He just had his back leg mauled by a stray dog.
>You aren’t going to tell the local mouth breathers he killed the stray though.
>He is a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>He is one of the most naughty fluffies you have ever seen but you can’t help but to feel sorry for him.
>Just looking at his ragged ear makes you want to hug his sorrows away.
>You are looking at your new dress.
>It had cost you ten thousand dollars and now it is ruined with fluffy blood.
>Your glad you didn’t spend any real money on it.
>Princess Princess is beside herself in your purse.
>”Wet Pwincess Pwincess ou’ mommeh! Wan be wif hewd! Nee huggies!”
>She looks up pleading.
>You gently pat her head, “Its OK dear, the vet will be out soon.”
>A man comes walking out with a clip board.
>”Hello miss….”
>”I don’t recall giving a fuck if you knew my name dick breath! How is my fluffy pony!?”
>He seems a bit ruffled but shrugs it off, “He is pretty hurt. We have to have you fill out a consent form though before we proceed.”
>He walks up and hands you the clip board.
>”A consent form? I am above signing such trash documents!”
>You fling it back at the community college drop out.
>”Yoo dum dum hoomin! Nuu gif mommeh docuuben!” Princess Princess is shaking her hoof at the man.
>The man takes a deep breath, “I know it is hard for you but we must have this signed.”
>”We can get fined severely if drugs are missing and we have no records.”
>You suppose the lower class does have to worry about fines.
>You take the clip board, “Ok where do I sign?”
>He leans over and points to a line at the bottom, “Just sign right there and we can go ahead and put him down.”
>You looked up shocked, “He needs surgery? How bad is he hurt?”
>You stand up, “I need to see my baby to tell him mommy loves him!”
>You try to walk past him and the asshole cuts you off.
>”No ma’am, we need to put him down. He is hurt too bad. I know it’s hard but he can’t get better from his injury.”
>You get numb, “You mean you need to kill him?”
>You sit back down.
>”Nice hoomin make betteh den? Yay, Pwincess Pwincess wan see fwen noa!”
>You glare at the man, “Why do you need to kill him?”
>He stands tall like he has given this speech many times.
>”He has several deep laceration to his leg as well as a broken bone.”
>”If he lives he will have to go through life with a limp and fluffies are too stupid to adapt.”
>”He will suffer immensely and it is just too cruel to let him live.”
>You hang your head down, “Why can’t you make him better?”
>”It is a cost thing ma’am, a fluffy is worth like fifty cents or you can get one for free.”
>”It isn’t worth it to waste so much effort on a fluffy who will just die later.”
>You look at the clip board and at the bottom line.
>You don’t want him to suffer.
>You love fluffies and it pains you that his life will be filled with sorrow.
>You slowly start to put your pen to the paper.
“Yoo munsta! If Deadmeat nuu get way… yoo gif Deadmeat biggest owchies!”
>You stop.
>How did he know?
>If you sign the paper, it will be you to kill him…
>”Did you say it wasn’t cost effective to keep him alive?”
>”Yes ma’am, plus he would suffer horribly.”
>You look at the man then throw the clip board at him, “Keep him alive!”
>The man looks shocked, “But you can get a thousand more for what it would take to cure him.”
>You reach into your purse past Princess Princess and grab some pocket change.
>You pull it out and throw it at the man, “That is ten thousand dollars! That should be a good down payment you waste of human sperm!”
>The man look sat the bills dumbfounded.
>”I will buy a thousand fluffy ponies after you fix the one I brought in!”
>The man backs up, “Now do everything! And I mean EVERYTHING! To keep him alive and to fix him!”
>”Yay! Yoo yewW at bad hoomin mommeh! Yoo bad!”
>Princess Princess is shaking her hoof at this mean man who made mommy angry.
>”If I don’t leave here with that fluffy healthy and alive I will make it my life mission to buy out any place you work and make sure you die starving unwashed under a bridge!”
>”Get to work saving my fluffy! Money is no object!”
>The man look sat the wad of bills, “You understand the fluffy will suffer if I save him?”
>”I don’t recall giving two fucks about your fucking opinion! Save him!”
>The man smiles, “Very well, I will run up a bill just for you ma’am.”
>He turns and leaves.
>”Yay! Mommeh make dum dum hoomin saf fwen!”
>You pick her up and cradle her.
>She coos gently in your ear.
>You lean back petting her.
>You were glad she just had a few punctures, nothing serious.
>If the world could be full of fluffy ponies you think you would be content.
>”GIF BIG OWCHIES!”
>”Mother fucker calm down!”
>You hear yelling from the back, it seems your maroon unicorn is giving them problems.
>You pick up your cell phone absent mindedly.
>You dial your accountant, “Please buy Generic Vet Office….. just in case….”
>You don’t even wait for and answer before you hang up.
>”Give me the spray can! Now!”
>You walk up and talk to the receptionist, “What are the inbred hicks doing back there!?”
>The receptionist swallows her anger, “Hold on miss, I’ll go check.”
>She leaves for a minute and comes back, “Your fluffy seems to be rather rambunctious… they had to use spray anesthetic to calm him down.”
>She sits down, “He is doing alright… you can relax miss.”
>After thirty minutes the man comes out with a concerned look on his face.
>”Ma’am… where did you get this fluffy?”
>”From one of my shelters, why?”
>”Well… he shouldn’t be alive.”
>”Well he is, isn’t he!? Why do you feel the need to bring this up when you should be saving him!?”
>”Ok, we have had a chance to look him over, shoot some x-rays and run a CT.”
>”That horn attached to him cracked his skull, he has scar tissue all over it.”
>”As best we can tell his natural horn has absorbed and become part of what was put on him.”
>Looking at your face he sees you want him to get to the point.
>”We can’t remove the horn without killing him, it is too engrained in his natural horn now.”
>”I don’t see how removing his horn is fixing his GODDAMN LEG!”
>The man takes a deep breath, “That isn’t all, I think he was tortured at some point.”
>”His right ear is shredded, he has a scar over his left eye, there is a burn on his chest that is obviously from a cigarette, I am sure you have noticed the gap in his fluff over his right shoulder, it looks like he had a deep gash there at one point and it healed with no treatment, someone has burned 2% into his left chest, I am guessing a soldering iron was used, x-rays show his tail was broken and it looks like he has several bones that were cracked.”
>You look at the man, “I assume there is a point to all this? Why are you here bitching and not fixing my fluffy!”
 >”The thing is he is broken. He seems to be very aggressive to humans. Are you sure you want us to fix him? It might be better to put him down.”
>”He has obviously been conditioned to not like humans. I don’t think it is good for you to keep him.”
>You are seething, what part of ‘fix my fluffy’ does this lowlife peruser of the dollar menu not understand!?
>”You don’t think I haven’t noticed he has a scar or two? You can see that shit from across the street!”
>”Why the fuck are you whining to me like a pussy teenager trying to keep from cleaning his room instead of doing your fucking job and fixing my goddamn pet you molestation survivor!!”
>The man seems to be trying to swallow what he wants to say.
>He gets up and leaves again.
>You set back again and wait.
>Princess Princess gets antsy, “Pwincess Pwincess  wan pway… when mommeh get Siw Wiwwam Roonitoon and go home…”
>You get a text, you start to respond to it while talking to your fluffy, “Soon baby, soon…”
>she plays peek a boo with you to pass time.
>After two hours the man comes back out.
>”Ok, I ran up a hell of a bill for you… but there is a problem.”
>You look up, “What! Problem!”
>The man wrings his hands and looks at you, “You really need to see this…”
>You stand up and follow the man.
>”I know you don’t want to hear this… but we really need to put him down…”
>You clench your teeth, “Why are you so determined to kill my fluffy!”
>You hiss your words to the mongoloid.
>He glances back, “You have to see, I know you haven’t had this guy long but he is dangerous to your other fluffies.”
>You stop for a second before continuing, “What did you say?”
>Princess Princess gets excited, “Yay! See fwen! Pway wif fwen!”
>Some one walk through the door and hands you a piece of paper before you walk into the back.
>You walk to a large window, you look in and see the maroon fluffy laying in the middle of a large pen on a soft cusion.
>He is slowly trying to raise his head.
>On his back left leg is a cast around his leg.
>It seems to be a molded piece of cardboard secured with duct tape.
>Princess Princess starts to struggle, “Yay! Siw Wiwwam Yoonitwop! Pwincess Pwincess go see fwen!”
>She wriggles and almost jumps out of your hand bag.
>”Hey! She can’t-!”
>You hold the paper in front of him, “I just bought your piece of shit business! She can do whatever she wants!”
>”Now!”, You look at the now shocked man, “Why in the FUCK are you telling me to kill my fluffy!”
>The man clears his throat and starts to talk, “Because if we don’t put him down he will kill your alicorn…”
>You look in, Princess Princess is babbling to the maroon unicorn as she sniffs his body.
>”Explain…”
>”Ok, you know how rare alicorn fluffies are… well, that guy is rarer.”
>”I have never seen one nor know any of my colleagues to have seen one.”
>”I have only read about these guys but your fluffy there is a natural born smarty.”
>You turn glaring at the man, “So? I have had smarties before, they just need love!”
>He takes a deep breath, “These guys are different. I didn’t know if he was a natural at first but after a few experiments I am sure.”
>He points at the pen, “Look at the other fluffies in the cages.”
>You look, they are all laying down looking at your fluffy and some are sitting up at attention facing his direction.
>”What about them?”
>”They are looking at Mr. unsociable there. They are doing that because they are compelled to follow him.”
>”Normally these guys are hunted down and killed by other fluffies in the wild. An established smarty will see him as a threat.”
>”It is theorized that the fluffy herds were started by these guys.”
>”It is a miracle he has lived so long. He has to be either extremely lucky or extremely tough.”
>You look at the man, “And why does this translate to killing my fluffy?”
>”Ok, we figure he is somewhere between three and four years old, that means at some point he had to have had a herd.”
>”Fluffies who have been in charge of herds will do anything to get into power again.”
>”That means they will try to isolate competition, they will kill competitors.”
>”From when I treated your other fluffy earlier you said you appointed it smarty?”
>You respond, “Yes… so?”
>”He will kill her eventually, he is an animal. He will succumb to instinct, no fluffy can overcome that drive.”
>You look into the room, Sir William Reginald has woke up.
>He still seems a bit groggy though.
>Princess Princess is slapping his cast, “Why Siw Wiwwam Jutipwoo have ting on weggie?”
>He lets out a scream of pain.
>”EEEEEEEeeEeeEeEE! Go way!”, he nips at her.
>She jumps back with indignation creeping across her face quickly turning to rage.
>”Bad fwuffy! Bad fwuffy! Bad fwuffy! Bad fwuffy! Mommeh! Gif bad fwuffy sowwy stick!”
>She is now giving him raspberries as she berates him.
>”You don’t know he will do that…”
>”It won’t be his choice. We don’t know everything used to make these guys.”
>”But we do know safety features were put in. To go against instinct would force blood to areas of the brain not used to getting it.”
>”The pain would be excrutiating, maybe even cause aneurisms.”
>You look at the man, “And that means…”
>”Going against their instinct can kill them, for him not to try to be smarty again would be devastating to him.”
“yoo gif Deadmeat biggest owchies”
>….all fluffies need love…
>”He will be left alone and he goes home with me today.”
>You have resolution on your face.
>The man’s face turns red as he rubs his temples.
>He finally says, “Ok, but let me warn you, not only will he kill other smarties but other smarties will try to kill him.”
>”Please consider putting him in a room by himself isolated.”
>You shoot him a look with daggers coming from your eyes, “Every fluffy needs love!”
>”That is true, but this guy is different and he doesn’t even know it.”
>You look back in and see Princess Princess hugging Sir William Reginald who is clearly hurting and trying to push her away.
>”I think you’re spouting shit from a book and have no clue what you are talking about.”
>”He is fine… load him up and bring him to my car.”
>This guy has to be wrong.
>There is no way Sir William Reginald would hurt Princess Princess.
>There is no way…
>The man walks away to get a carrier and bedding for his new ‘boss’.
>He mutters under his breath, “I hope he stabs you with that horn of his!”