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- >a couple more months pass after her casts come off
- >during this time, you begin to wonder more about the outburst she had
- >she hasn’t had another one, and you’re not sure exactly why
- >did she learn her lesson, is she afraid of losing her muffins, is she afraid of you, what?
- >you somewhat regret going so easy on her
- >you’re beginning to regret a lot of things
- >like how you spent so much money on the prosthetic leg when you could’ve made one, or even repaired it on your own
- >or how all that money could’ve gone to a fluffy charity or something
- >instead of helping a bunch of fluffies, you helped one
- >you just want to be a good owner, but you’re not sure what to do
- >you look up tips online, but you don’t find much about PTSD fluffies
- >speaking of the PTSD, the flashbacks are becoming less and less frequent
- >you think she’s finally opening up to humans again
- >your friend came over the other day, and she kind of avoided him
- >since you were with him most of the time, she must’ve figured he was okay
- >she asked him to play with her, give her food, the usual stuff
- >it’s good to know she’s getting back to normal
- >whatever her normal is
- >she says she’s Derpy, and she looks like Derpy
- >but she doesn’t act much like Derpy
- >as your friend pointed out, she has a much better vocabulary than other fluffies, and it certainly seems like Derpy of all ponies wouldn’t have that
- >the thought makes you feel uneasy for some reason, but you have bigger issues
- >like the flying
- >you finally taught her how to use her wings
- >she can’t get more than an inch or two off of the ground, but she’s ecstatic
- >she can fly for about two seconds before she smacks back down
- >this hasn’t stopped her from doing crazy things, though
- >she jumped off of the porch yesterday and smacked into the grass
- >she gave herself a nosebleed, but that healed itself up
- >she knocked over a lamp, but it landed on top of her
- >there’s now a bruise on her back
- >and today was the worst by far
- >she went up the stairs, and grabbed a bunch of clothes
- >she stepped on the pile of clothes and flapped up to the railing
- >and then she jumped off and landed on a wall-mounted lightbulb, shattering it
- >she started crying about her “hawt ouchies” and “weggie boo-boo juice”
- >she got a mild shock that singed her fluff and cut her front legs
- >you clipped off the burnt fur and wrapped each leg in a giant cotton bandage
- >she’s afraid of scissors, it seems
- >the fluff grows back in no time, but the bandages stay for a few more days
- >the prosthetic leg is no longer a problem
- >after you gave her a stern warning, she takes many precautions to not damage it
- >she lands on her front hooves when she falls, and kicks things with the real back leg
- >you taught yourself how to repair the straps on your own
- >turns out it’s incredibly simple, and they’re intended to break so the cheap-ass can get more cash
- >turns out the plastic was made to shatter from a small fall as well
- >you remove the fluff from the prosthetic, and layer it with a bunch of fleece, cotton balls, whatever you can get your hands on
- >you’re no MacGyver, but at least it works
- >you slip the fur cover back on, and Derpy tells you all about how it “make weggie wahm”
- >she can do whatever she wants with it now, and she makes the most of it
- >she runs around a lot more and is generally much more eager to play “weggie games”
- >you head back to that cheap-ass vet and steal some of the pet care magazines because fuck him
- >you skim through them, but you don’t find anything particularly interesting or helpful
- >you decide to hold on to them, anyways
- >you figure you might need them later
- >all things considered, Derpy's probably gonna hurt herself in ways you can't even imagine
- >you can picture it now
- >getting tied up in a ball of yarn, jumping off of the bed face first, getting smooshed with heavy objects
- >ugh, that last one was pretty dark
- >either way, you put them in your bedroom for later
- >I mean, hey, maybe you'll need to know how to treat an overactive thyroid sometime
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