Dale, the Asshole Scientist - 3

Vanner, April 18, 2012 / PB 168777
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>you own a fluffy pony vet and rehab center
>you're in the nursery with expectant mothers and new foals
>you're taking care of some newborn pegasi fluffies foals when Scientist Dale bursts in
>mother fluffies hide their babies and start yelling at Dale
>"Go 'way asshow!"
>they puff up their cheeks and spread their wings to look fearsome
>it’s really kind of adorable
>"I need a pegasus fluffy!" he declares
>pulls a device out of his bag
>it looks like a fan
>"It’s a fluffy-copter!" he says. "So pregnant fluffies aren’t bound to the floor!"
>You're covered in fluffy foals, and can't stop him from grabbing a mare
>"nuuu! Daddie hewp! Save fluffy from asshow munster!"
>he straps her in, and put the helmet on
>"now you can fly!" he says. "Think about flying little fluffy!"
>fan starts up, lifting fluffy into the air
>"see? You're flying!"
>"fwuffy... fwy?"
>She’s just kind of hovering, but she’s flying alright
>"Get her down, asshole!"
>"fwuffy fwy!"
>she spreads her wings and goes higher
>flying fluffy zips right into the fluorescent lights
>biggest bolt of electricity you've ever seen leaves you blinded for a moment
>the fluffsplosion leaves four crying foals scattered around the room
>other pregnant fluffies try running away in panic, only to succeed in sort of rolling, and putting themselves into premature labor
>room fills with crying fluffy foals
>"Maybe that's the sort of thing we should use outside?"
>"Fuck you, Dale."