Fluffy Derpy: Chapter 3

>it's been two months since you found Derpy
>you've been giving her muffins to encourage her to work as hard as she can to walk all around
>she's finally gotten the hang of it, and can walk a bit slower than the average fluffy
>but today is the day the casts come off
>"Come on, Derpy! We're going to get your wings fixed up!'
>"Wingies gon work! Yay!"
>the two of you drive to the vet's, while Derpy tells you all about what she's gonna do when her casts come off
>"Dewpy gon fwy and use wingies!"
>she chants this the entire ride there
>you accompany her into the doctor's office
>he takes out that oversized pizza cutter known as the cast remover
>"Nuuuu! Dat ting gon hewt Dewpy!"
>"Calm down, Derpy. It won't hurt."
>the doctor tells he all about how it works to try and ease her tension
>it doesn't work
>you hold her front hoof as the doctor places the tool on the cast
>she winces and tries to pull away, but you use your other hand to stop from moving
>the thing starts up, making that annoying buzzing noise
>Derpy lets out a squeal and tosses about, screaming about the "scawy munster sound"
>you move your hand to pat her back, but she uses the opportunity to run away
>you should've expected this
>she reaches the edge of the table she's on
>it's not like she can go anywhere
>she's not fast, she can't fly, and the door's closed
>you go to grab her
>you're as slow and careful as you can possibly be
>but she decides to hop off of the table
>she lands with a loud crack
>you're hoping that she didn't break another bone
>you look and see her dragging herself along on three legs
>she snapped the straps off the prosthetic
>goddamnit, that's going to cost you at least $50 from that cheap-ass vet
>you can't repair shit like that on your own
>you walk over and pick up Derpy
>"NUUUUU! DEWPY NO WAN HEWT! SCAWY MUNSTER HOOMAN WAN HEWT DEWPY! HEWWWWWWP! HEWP DEWPY!"
>you're not sure if she's having more flashbacks or if she's afraid of you
>you settle on flashbacks
>the doctor looks at you
>"I can give her the sedative for an extra $25."
>"Would you just cut off the fucking cast before I do it myself?!"
>eventually, you two manage to get the casts off
>Derpy's visibly shaken by the sounds of you two telling her to shut up combined with the loud whirr of the cast remover
>you hand the cheap-ass his money for the replacement straps and medical fees
>on the drive home, Derpy just stares out the window, watching the rain pour
>she turns to you, and must see the angry look on your face
>"Dewpy sowwy."
>"Thanks."
>"Dewpy no wan daddeh mad. Dewpy wuv daddeh. Dewpy juss..."
>she trails off, looking for the right words
>"You thought I was your old daddy, didn't you."
>she nods, a couple tears going down her cheeks
>"It's okay. I'm sorry I yelled at you so loudly."
>"Dewpy wuv daddeh."
>you give her a short cuddle and she sits back down
>"So. Your wings are fixed."
>she looks at you, with the same stupid grin she gave when you made the muffins
>"Wingies no gone?!"
>she thought the doctor was cutting off her wings
>oh shit, she thought you were holding her down while he cut off her wings
>no wonder she was so terrified
>"No. Your wingies are still right there."
>she starts saying nothing incoherent excitement
>you get back to the house and open her car door
>instead of waiting for you to come and get her like she always does, she tries to fly to you
>the rain mats down her feathers and she falls a foot or two
>"Daddeh! Wingies no wuk!"
>you walk over and see her, soaking wet, lying on the ground, crying
>you pick her up and take her inside
>she's gone from sad to pissed off
>"Meanies make Dewpy no fwy! Why Dewpy no fwy! Dewpy wan fwy! Dewpy wan fwy!"
>she shouts this to nobody as you dry her off with a towel
>"Derpy, you can't fly in the rain. Stop being such a brat about this."
>she puffs her cheeks out at you
>"Dewpy no bwat! Daddeh bwat!"
>she's starting to piss you off
>"Derpy. Stop. You can fly all you want when I'm done. But if you keep this up, you won't be allowed to use your wings."
>"Daddeh can teww Dewpy wah to do! Dewpy fwy aww awoun hou-"
>"I'll take away your muffins, too. No more muffins. Ever."
>that shuts her up instantly
>why is she being so bratty all of a sudden?
>you understand being upset about the whole "not flying right away" thing, but can't she just wait?
>it's just fluffies being fluffies, you suppose
>just like toddlers, they throw fits and tantrums
>you've heard of them doing that when they don't get what they want
>just like kids
>in a few minutes, you've got her completely dried off
>"Go on, Derpy. Go fly. But don't talk to daddy like that ever again. Okay?"
>she nods and starts flapping her wings
>she hops off of your lap and plops to the ground
>using the wings is going to take some practice too, it seems