Did somebody say fluffy bread?
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Did somebody say fluffy bread?
>>710437258
No, but you should continue by posting more than one image. That way it doesn't 404 in 30 seconds.
>faggot posts "reply to this post or..." without looking at >>710438046
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>>710438481
I LOVE THIS POST AND FEEL AN SPONTANEOUS URGE TO REPLY
>>710437258
It's called moldy bread.
>>710438058
It only 404s when some mps fucks it up. I notice it going from near the top to gone in 3 seconds fuck the mods fight me irl bitches
>>710438632
Hey look its spam about spamming spam with spam till the spam fills with spam and we don't have spam anymore we have 3rd generation spam fed spam
>>710441106
That's a lot of spam.
>>710441106
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anwy2MPT5RE
>>710441422
Squeakyfriend's art is always so cute
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>>710442130
Of course Asperger daddeh is libertarian
>>710442888
Ha trips
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>>710443342
<3
This is much better stuf than the hackneyed abuse material that gets posted.
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>>710443757
There's a series of stories associated with these images. If you want, I could dump them.
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>>710444310
They're super adorable, but I'm going to bed so thanks but don't on my account
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>>710444801
He's going to bed, I want you to dump them, or name the artist.
>>710444310
The Rise of Dr. Crazystein
Winter was considered a peculiar fluffy even as a young foal, though he was never sure why. With pale blue fur, red eyes and a light grey, almost white mane and tail, he figured that he looked just like any other fluffy. And yet...
"Mummah, something nu wight with babbeh," his mother would say, so often it became ingrained in his memory. "Babbeh nu chiwp."
And when he was a little older, he remembered a huge man in white, looking him over and turning his little body this way and that, saying how quiet and well-behaved he was. "There's not a thing wrong with him physically, he can speak and chirp just fine. He just isn't doing it."
But it was all more or less irrelevant to him -- the first defining event of his life was with his human mother. See, she didn't know much about caring for fluffies, and she was oh so curious about if fear would make Winter scream like it did all others. So, with the young fluffy on her lap, she decided to watch a marathon of horror movies. It was nearing Halloween after all, so each day they had a theme, and today's theme was mad science.
Winter was apprehensive at first, but he was too cozy to leave his spot and as he watched the movie, it dawned on him just how happy the scientist seemed to be. A strange person, doing strange things. Marvels of science! Delightful things, impossible things made possible! Stitching together pieces of things to make a whole new thing! And all the while yelling and laughing and sounding so absolutely happy!
His owner had left to refill some snacks, and she returned to find Winter laughing right alongside the figure on the TV.
>>710444990
The artist/author is Squeakyfriend
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/list/artist%3Asqueakyfriend%20-shit_edit%20-edit/7
>>710445007
"Hey, Winny, what's up?" she asked and looked to the screen, where a mad doctor was singing about the terrible experiments he would perform. Winter didn't even hear her, half trying to sing along and half just giggling, but she was intrigued enough to let it slip and so she simply let him watch the rest of the movie. And the next... and the next. Winter was transfixed by it all, so much she had to remind him to eat or make poopies at all, and eventually she fell asleep with him on the couch and with the TV still on.
The next morning, Winter was nudged awake by his human mother with a bowl of food, and briefly wondered how long he had slept. In fact, he wondered when he had fallen asleep, since that particular memory seemed to escape him. Dreams of science and happy laughing people were still on his mind even now.
"Stayed up a bit late yesterday, huh Winny?" asked his mother with a chuckle, and he paused. Winter? Doctor Winter? No, that wouldn't do, not at all.
"Nu am Wintah!" he declared, sitting up. "Am a doctah!" What would a good sciencey name be? Oh, what were the other doctors and scientists called? It was something on -stein, he was sure of it, but what else were they all called? ... And then it dawned on him and he laughed. "Am Doctah Cwazystein!"
His owner was staring at him in silence, but just when he begun to wonder if he had said something bad she chuckled. "Well, that's new. So you're a doctor now, huh?"
"Yus!" The newly renamed Dr. Crazystein felt his chest swell with pride, and then he recalled that his neatly groomed mane did not at all fit the scientist look, ruffling it into a big mess with his hooves. What else was he missing? If he was going to be a scientist, then ... of course!
"Mummah! Doctah Cwazystein need toows!"
>>710445371
His mother simply chuckled and patted his head, mistaking the good doctor's enthusiasm for a phase, but as the days passed she found that he was incredibly stubborn. He utterly refused to respond to either Winny or Winter anymore, and while he had never been excited about his toys now he seemed to find them downright boring. He just kept asking for doctor's tools.
And, being a kind-hearted woman, his mother eventually obliged. She found a children's chemistry set at a flea market, priced cheaply and guaranteed to be child safe, and she figured "well, a fluffy is basically a child, so it's probably fluffy safe too". As stated, she did not know much about caring for fluffies.
Dr. Crazystein was utterly delighted when she showed him the kit, and as soon as it was set up he started playing with it. There was so much to do, so much he could create! He could barely decide what he wanted to do first, and so he didn't notice when the woman left the room, much less the warning to be careful. It was only after several minutes of mixing together various colors to make more colors that he managed to decide.
Namely, he decided that he would not need to be afraid of the dark or need a night light if he could see in the dark. He would make a potion that would give him night vision!
Of course, being a fluffy he didn't exactly know anything about science, so he decided to make a random color that would probably give him the intended effect; purple. None of the materials included in the chemistry set could give him the right color, though, so in his genius he picked up one of his discarded crayons and gnawed off a piece, which he mixed into the potion until he got the purple color he desired.
>>710446047
And then, promptly, he poured the "night-vision" potion into his right eye. The reaction was immediate, and terrible. Everything started hurting all at once, and he cried out as he dropped the vial and tried to wipe his suddenly burning eye, which really only rubbed the unholy mix further into it.
"Winny?! What happened?!" he heard his mother cry out, and then he was swiftly whisked from the floor. He tried to explain himself, but his words had some trouble getting through his ragged breath and half-whimpers. There was swearing, and someone pushed his hooves away, and then there was a sharp sensation as cold liquid splashed directly into his hurt eye and the little doctor let out another yell.
"Stay still!" the human hissed, though he couldn't reply through the shock and confusion filling his mind, much less obey. It felt like an eternity until the liquid -- water, he was held under water, he realized -- finally stopped and a swab of something soft and white dotted at his eye. It felt so awful, so incredibly awful, and as the shock begun to fade he found himself staring up at the angry face of his mother.
"What were you THINKING?" she asked, and her expression told him all the rage she was carefully keeping herself from unleashing. Cautiously he tapped his front hooves together.
"Science?" he suggested. "Wan see in--"
"Science is not pouring random shit into your eyes!" she cut him off. "Jesus, Winny, do you have any idea what you're doing? Do you want to kill yourself?"
"Nu... just wan see in da dawk." Dr. Crazystein frowned. Actually, now that he thought about it, something about his sight was different. He closed his left eye, and his frown deepened. "...Nu can see..."
"No wonder," sighed his mother. "We'll have to see a vet, maybe they'll be able to fix this..."
>>710444318
who is this artist
>>710446348
She kept half-mumbling to herself as she carried him somewhere, picking up one of her human toys and pressing several buttons on it before putting it to her ear. "Hey. I have a fluffy... Yeah, a foal... No, it's not a broken limb. He poured something in his eye and now he can't see. ... Wait, one moment." She pulled the toy away and looked down at him. "What did you put in your eye?"
Dr. Crazystein furrowed his brow as he tried to remember. "Wesse... wed, and yewwow, and bwue, and den Doctah Cwazystein added cwayon. And thewe was anothah bwue too."
She watched him for a moment before returning her attention to the toy. "It was a mix of several things, including crayon. ... Yes, that should be fine, thank you. Alright, I will."
With a sigh, she pressed a button on her toy again and put it down. "Well, we're going to the vet."
"What's a vet?" asked the good doctor innocently as he was carried back to the big water room, where his mother put a big, soft and fluffy thing over his hurt eye and taped it in place. He tapped at the item a bit, but it felt somewhat nice and so he let it be.
"It's like... a kind of doctor," the woman replied absently. "I need to get rid of that kit too, I guess, gonna have to take along the bottles so they know what they are..."
Dr. Crazystein's heart sank. He couldn't let her take away his science things! He had to find a way to cure his broken eye! "Nu! Pwease! Doctah Cwazystein need toows!"
She shot him a look that conveyed very well just what she thought of that. She didn't even have to speak, but she did anyway. "Why, so you can ruin your other eye too?"
"Nu! Nu wan bweak othah eye, just wan to make huwtie eye bettah again! Pweaaaase, mummah!"
>>710446771
The grip on his fluffy body tightened briefly, then there was a sigh. "... Fine, but on one condition," she muttered. Dr. Crazystein nodded. "If I find you using ANYTHING from that kit on yourself, ever again... Or, hell, if you try to do any science on yourself at ALL ever again, then I'm taking all your science tools away. Understand?"
The fluffy sat there, frozen. How could he possibly fix his eye if he wasn't allowed to even try? Then again, he tried and got the wrong color, and that was what broke his eye in the first place...
He absolutely had to keep experimenting, to find an eye cure.
And he didn't want to get hurt doing it, plus he couldn't do it on himself.
And then it dawned on him exactly what all the happy mad scientists on TV had done, but that he had gotten wrong. They had [i]test subjects[/i]! He wasn't supposed to experiment on himself, he had to find other fluffies! His dilemma solved, Dr. Crazystein smiled wide and nodded.
"Otay! Doctah Cwazystein nu test anything on [i]Doctah Cwazystein[/i] evah again!"
>>710438481
haha what a great post
>>710447080
Dr. Crazystein's First Subject
Several days had passed since Dr. Crazystein's first experiment and its... undesired result. He had been brought to a huge man in a big white coat called "Veterinary" who removed the white cotton thing from his wounded eye and shone lights at him and did - well, the good doctor couldn't actually tell most of what the man did, by virtue of his wounded eye not being able to see and all. Anyway, in the end he had given Dr. Crazystein a strange-tasting candy and put a different cotton thing over his eye.
"Now, don't remove that or you won't get better," Veterinary (or Vet for short) had told him before turning to his mother. He had talked to her in a hushed tone and messed with some bottles, and when Dr. Crazystein had eagerly asked how he could tell all the samey little bottles apart, he just laughed and showed him the strange squiggly drawings on each bottle. Every bottle had a different 'label', said Vet. Every squiggle was different.
For a fluffy that had never thought of identifying things from anything but their colors, this was absolutely stunning news and Dr. Crazystein thought about it the whole way home to make sure he couldn't possibly forget to label his tools.
However, his mother kept careful watch over the good doctor ever since they got home from the incident. He didn't know if she was worried or just thought he would start pouring things into his eye again, but either way it provided him with a dilemma.
i know that everyone always says as the defence for fluffies that "its not real and no one would enact this violence in real life." but i swear, if fluffies were real and the same lack of animal protection laws were in place I'd have a fucking field day every single day. The thought that i could just go outside and find a arrogant little shit trying to take my stuff gets me fucking diamonds. The endless ways i could make that fluff wish his parents never had him and crave for death makes me cum gallons. The fact that there entire being is designed to be annoying enough that you want to hurt them and there rapid reproduction would make them the perfect punching bag and if one dies or gets boring then you have several more in no time at all. And thats only the physical abuse, we havent even began to think about the psychological abuse. Mothers being the perfect target by playing the Saw like games where they end up killing there own babies and seeing them scream at the thought. Or just breaking one down into a cowering mess. If i had unlimited power i would make these fuckers just so i could break them all one by one until theres just a line of broken fluffies and a long line of intestines
>>710447361
Namely, without any freedom to move around, he had no opportunity to collect any kind of test subjects. Allowing other fluffies into the house was strictly forbidden, a special rule that she had told him each time there was a fluffy in the yard (at least until she realized that Dr. Crazystein wasn't likely to let anyone in anyway), and so he couldn't bring someone to his saferoom-turned-laboratory. He also wasn't allowed to bring any of his tools outside of the house, so running experiments on the fluffies that tended to loiter around the yard was another big no.
It wasn't until a full week after the incident that matters changed. "Well, the vet said your eye should have recovered as much as it can by now, so let's try to get this gauze pad off shall we?" his mother said and picked him up. Dr. Crazystein was delighted! Not that he disliked the cotton thing, but the thought of being able to see with both eyes again was thrilling! He was carried to the bathroom, and there his mother carefully removed the obtrusive item, and ...
"Oh, wow. That can't be good."
Dr. Crazystein blinked, trying to adjust his bleary right eye. It didn't work, so he closed his left eye and blinked a bit more. "What is nu good?" he asked. Nope, still no improvement. He could see shapes and colors, but everything was hazy and blurred. He shook his head and opened his left eye again just to find himself facing a pale blue fluffy with an off-white mane spiked in several directions, one eye red and the other... red with a purple eyeball?
"Dat nu wooks wight," he noted and pointed a hoof at the fluffy's purple eye, only for it to follow the move and point at his face. For a moment he got defensive, then he noticed how the fluffy was being held by the same mother who was holding the good doctor himself, and relaxed as he realized it had to be a mirror.
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Then he figured out what this meant for his eye, and gasped. He HAD found a concoction that did something! It just... turned white into purple... apparently! If he could find a color that dyed purple to white, then that would fix his eye issue for sure!
"So how's your sight? Can you see anything?" his mother asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Umm... Can see cowows an' shapes, but nu mowe."
The human muttered something and shook her head. "Great. And with my work schedule, I won't be able to keep track of you..."
"Whazzat?" Looking up at his mother, Dr. Crazystein couldn't help but tilt his head to the side. He had been unaware of his mother doing any work, and 'schedule' was no word he had heard of. Science didn't follow a "schedule".
"It's a human thing, Winny," she explained. "See, since it's been halloween, I've been on holiday. But now I'm going to be gone the whole day, and come home in the evening."
Dr. Crazystein sat still for several long moments to parse this. His mother was going to be gone all day? He wasn't sure how long a "day" was, but suddenly something dawned on him and he gasped. If she was gone, she couldn't enforce the rules! It would mean he got a chance to collect subjects!
"Is okay! Doctah Cwazystein wiww take cawe of evewything!" he called up at her. The human raised an eyebrow, evidently noticing his abnormal level of excitement.
"Take care of... what?" she asked.
"Evewything!" repeated the good doctor before figuring out that she wanted specifics. "Wike... seeing! An' pooping! An'... eating?"
"Are you trying to say you'll be fine alone?"
"...... Yes!"
She still looked suspicious, but his mother finally gave in. "Alright, then," she said, and that was the end of the discussion. She watched over him and periodically checked to see if his sight was getting any better for the rest of the day, and that night he slept like a baby knowing that he would finally be able to work his science again.
>>710447965
Dr. Crazystein woke up so early that his night-light was still the only source of lighting in his saferoom, but he was too excited to go back to sleep and batted his little legs against the pillow, half-rolling back and forth gleefully for a little bit before he couldn't contain himself any longer. He hopped out of his fluffy bed and right over to his chemistry set, starting to mix together his whitening potion. He had labeled every little bottle with a different squiggle, but since this was a color-based potion he still primarily used the colors to tell what he should use.
Thus, he ended up using the bottles A, D and bird. However, as he found, he couldn't make white from the colors he had. He tapped his chin thoughtfully; to get white, he needed something white. But he had nothing white in his chemistry set. He knew his mother messed with bottles and boxes that had liquid - many of which she drank, meaning they had to be safe - but if she found him using her things she would most definitely be mad.
"Hey, Winny? I'm heading out n--" his mother began as she peeked into the room, then blinked. "What are you doing up?" Dr. Crazystein pointedly ignored her, deep in thought, until the human let out a long sigh. "Doctor, what are you doing up?"
The good doctor tossed up his hooves happily as he turned to look at her. "SCIENCE!"
"You're not gonna use this 'science' on yourself, are you?"
"Nu!"
"Alright. Remember, I won't be home. If you get hurt, I won't be there to take you to the vet again."
"Doctah Cwazystein knows! Nu wowwy!"
>>710448188
With that, the human walked off, and the click of a closing door was heard -- and just like that, the good doctor was all alone. He trotted out of his safe room (the door wasn't closed since he was a very good fluffy who didn't warrant being locked up) and looked around, confirming that he was alone, then dashed straight into the kitchen. This was where the food and his mother's liquids were! He couldn't reach to open the big white foodbox, or most of the other doors to be honest, but the bottom ones he could - just barely - manage to pull open.
After a few doors of nothing but bags and metal things with handles, Dr. Crazystein finally found a bottle. He couldn't read it of course, but it was large and purple with a big white label that had sparkly text. But better than that, the picture on that label showed lots of white sheets, brown color literally flying off! This would be perfect, he was sure of it!
He dragged the bottle with him to his safe room, where he bumped it over and with quite a bit of effort managed to twist it open. This was less due to his herculean efforts and more due to his mother being too lazy to properly close the thing, but eh, details. Clear liquid started spilling out, so quickly Dr. Crazystein collected it in the lid and added it to his potion before he sealed the bottle again. His potion didn't turn white as he had hoped, but maybe it didn't have to be white to work. After all, it had the whitening liquid -- it SHOULD work.
All he needed now was someone to test it on.
Dr. Crazystein ran for the front door with such excitement that he missed the fluffy door and hit his snout on the corner of its frame, but he didn't even have time to whimper about the painful mistake as he pushed through the door and out into the wide world.
The very first thing he saw was a green, wide-eyed fluffy his own size staring at him. He ran up to the fluffy, who cowered back slightly, and shoved a hoof at him. "Hewwo! Wan be sub-jet!?"
>>710447494
I see them as what I want to do with people. Teach them how to evolve and become better and those that don't and are evil get tortured to death slowly in front of the others as an example that this is what happens to the bad ones. The good ones recieve praise, treats, and happiness for following the right path in life
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"Nu..." murmured the fluffy. Dr. Crazystein looked closer at him; he had blue eyes but they were reddened - maybe from crying? - so this would definitely be a great chance to try out the color-repairing properties of his potion. He smiled wide. "Is otay, am a doctah."
Still the green fluffy looked hesitant, eyes darting between the good doctor and the front door. From the outside the fluffy door wasn't visible, although Dr. Crazystein had no idea why, unaware of how his sudden appearance must have looked.
"... Sketties?" the feral finally asked. "Dat human house. Gif sketties if sub-jet?"
The doctor blinked. "...... Yes!" he then replied, neither one seeming to think much of the awkward pause that betrayed his not-quite-honest reply. "Suwe! Yu can hab sketties aftah expewiment!"
"Otay!" The green fluffy brightened at once, his ears perking and a big smile appearing on his face, running for the house and slamming his face into the spot just next to the fluffy door. Dr. Crazystein opened his mouth to say something, but in the end just chuckled and followed his excitable new coworker.
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Dr. Crazystein became annoyed with the feral in record time. "Is dis way!" he called, but the green fluffy had run off to the kitchen. And then to the bedroom. And then bathroom. Right now he had run off to the kitchen a second time, hopping on his hind legs in an attempt at reaching the handle to the big white foodbox, excitedly cheering for the sketti he would soon receive.
"Sub-jet!" the good doctor shouted, stomping a hoof, but went ignored. "Nu sketties! Sketties fow AFTAH expewiment!!"
>>710448678
"Sketties sketties sketties~! Fowest nu haf sketties befowe!" chimed the feral, falling onto his ass, then his chin so he lay splayed on the floor. He quickly rose back onto his hind legs to wiggle his front legs up at the tantalizing foodbox handle, oblivious to the world around him. Dr. Crazystein sighed, grabbing the green tail that waved all over the place in his mouth, and started to pull.
On the bright side his subject didn't fight back, letting the good doctor drag him all the way into his safe room. On the other hand, he was HEAVY, and Dr. Crazystein was all too happy to drop him once they reached their destination.
"Sketti nao?" his subject asked with a big smile.
"Nu, expewiment nao, DEN sketti," Dr. Crazystein replied. He found himself smiling as he picked up his newest potion, looking to the feral. "See, doctah wiww put dis potion in yu eyesies, an' den nu mowe wed cowow, an' den sketties!"
The green fluffy looked confused for a few moments, but the promise of sketties made him shrug off any doubts and he quickly agreed with a vigorous nod. Dr. Crazystein briefly thought over what to do; he couldn't trust this feral to stay still, so a slow and careful maneuver was out of the question.
So he just threw the potion into his subject's face.
At once, the feral started to scream and back up. Strange-looking smoke was flowing from his face and his eyes were -- well -- er ... The red WAS disappearing, at first. Then the blue disappeared, and the white, and it all turned into red smoke and red liquid and - well, Dr. Crazystein found himself just watching the screaming fluff as he tried to run out and hit the wall, splashing red here and there as he struggled to escape until he finally burst through the front door and tumbled outside.
Dr. Crazystein quietly brought his vial outside and poured any remaining potion onto a bush by the door. [i]Otay[/i], he thought to himself. [i]Use less white.[/i]
He was going to need a new subject.
>>710448862
Dr. Crazystein and Mr. Hyde
The worst part of science was the clean-up.
Dr. Crazystein was a fluffy, after all. Scientist or no, the fact he had stubby hooves in lieu of anything even slightly capable of holding items limited his options. Ever since that first test subject, who just HAD to run into walls and get blood everywhere in his blind dash for the exit, Dr. Crazystein had been forced to clean up after his experiments.
It was dirty work and he didn't like it much, but the alternative was his human mother finding out about the way he had been breaking the rules, so he wasn't left with much of a choice.
When there were just some blood splashes, it was easy enough to clean up with just his tongue. A few times, a fluffy had managed to hit a beaker out of the good doctor's hooves or knocked over one of his many ingredient bottles in their attempts to get away, but those stains Dr. Crazystein would swab it up with his tail. It got him chided and bathed, but that was a small price to pay for an intact tongue.
None of his experiments had yielded the right results, so far. They all ended with some kind of eye damage, from an inability to see colors to total blindness to eyes melting. He refused to give up, though. He was so close to a breakthrough! He kept using whatever items he could find of his mother, combining various bottles, most recently one with a rat and a cross on it that lent his concoctions a vibrant, swirly green color.
But his newest test subject had decided the potion looked tasty and drank it before he could stop her. The good doctor was currently finding that getting rid of a dead body was a tad more difficult than getting rid of some blood splashes.
>>710449193
"Why... yu... haf to be... so HEAVY?" he complained between pulls as he dragged the limp, black-grey body to the exit, shoving it through the fluffy door with some effort. He followed the pile of meat outside, and after looking around for a bit decided on his usual dumping spot for extra potions and waste he was done with(IE, an increasingly dead-looking bush). The grey fur stuck out something terrible, but nevertheless Dr. Crazystein hoped the dead body would go unnoticed.
But now that he was out on the porch, the good doctor became aware of noise. That of a crowd, to be specific. He looked toward it only to find four fluffies investigating the yard. A purplish young mare had strayed away from the other three, providing an ideal new subject now that Dr. Crazystein had been left resultless (although he should probably alter the concoction before trying it on her, what with the death and all).
Hopping down into the grass, Dr. Crazystein walked over to his new subject and held a hoof to her. "Hewwo! Wan be sub-jet?"
The mare tilted her head to the side. "What's a sub-jet?"
"Is a sub-jet! Dey hewp science!" The good doctor clapped his hooves giddily. "Jus' wet doctah Cwazystein do a test on yu, an' den yu get sketties!" Nobody had EVER refused sketties, and everyone was super obedient when he promised some, so he had made it a point to include a sketti promise. This mare was no exception, ears perking and a smile growing on her face.
"Weawwy?! Yu gif Fwanny sketties!?" she called out. Dr. Crazystein nodded, but before he had any time to show her inside the mare was pushed back and he suddenly found himself facing a very big, dark green fluffy.
"Yu haf sketties?" the big fluffy rumbled, his voice not shrill and demanding so much as a dark, threatening tone. "Den gif. Am toughy; sketties awe fow toughies."
>>710437258
that whole image below WTF IS FLUFFY ABOUT could be replaced with one word:Autism
>>710449362
Dr. Crazystein was absolutely dwarfed by this fluffy, so much that he was somewhat at a loss for words. So, he fell back on his default and smiled nervously up at the green fluffy, waving a hoof. "Hewwo! Am doctah Cwazystein!"
"Am mistah Hyde," the big fluffy replied evenly. "Nao. Whewe awe sketties?"
"Mistah Hyde! Nu faiw!" cried the mare, but one stern glare from Mr. Hyde silenced her and she backed away with a whimper. Dr. Crazystein felt uneasy, but nevertheless begun to walk back inside with Mr. Hyde close in tow.
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"So whewe awe sketties?" Mr. Hyde asked, looking around as they walked to the safe room.
"Yu get sketties aftah expewiment, mistah Hyde," Dr. Crazystein explained patiently. This was the most common question he would receive, so he barely even thought of his reply. He turned to Mr. Hyde to tell him what to do -
- and then found himself tumbling across the floor breathlessly. "W-What awe yu doing!?" he gasped, coughing to recover the air in his lungs as his would-be subject walked up to him with a dark look in his eyes.
"Nu. Gif sketties, NAO," the green fluffy growled. "Nu cawe about expewiment! Mistah Hyde wan sketties, so DOCTAH Cwazystein wiww gif sketties!"
The good doctor couldn't help but feel offended at the emphasis on his name, but that was hardly the most pressing issue here. "Yu get sketties AFTAH expewiment! Nu cawe if yu nu cawe about expewiment!" he protested as he got back up to his feet, earning him a glare from Mr. Hyde that made him all too quickly understand why that mare had backed down so easily.
"Gif. Sketties," the feral repeated once more, slowly and deliberately as he approached Dr. Crazystein. The doctor backed away; his would-be subject followed, up until he found himself trapped against a wall. "Otay, doctah?" Mr. Hyde's tone had become nearly taunting, a crude grin. "Yu gif sketties, and mistah Hyde wiww weave yu awive to bwind some othah fwuffy. Dat sounds GOOD, wight doctah?"
>>710449505
>fluffy is about autism
how... where do you even start with this wording
>>710449560
Dr. Crazystein's heart sank. He knew. "E-Expewiment nu am meant to bwind fwuffies," he protested lamely, earning him a burning pain to the right shoulder as he was struck. He let out a yelp, hurriedly running to the left to escape Mr. Hyde. To get some distance. This wasn't going right at all. He had no contingency plan for this kind of thing!
"Doctah," the green fluffy said as he walked calmly to the center of the room, "mistah Hyde nu cawe what expewiments awe MEANT to do. Yu know what mistah Hyde cawes about?" He smiled. "Mistah Hyde cawes about sketties."
Dr. Crazystein winced a bit. "Yes, about dat," he replied with his nicest and most reassuring smile, tinged with unease and nervousness. "Thewe awe no sketties."
Mr. Hyde's head tilted to the side. "No sketties?" he repeated, as though he understood. Dr. Crazystein nodded, relaxing a little bit. "No sketties."
And then, all too quickly, the green fluffy dashed at him. The good doctor had no time to react before he was tackled across the padded floor with a choked yelp. Suddenly he was on his back, legs flailing at the sky, and then Mr. Hyde was above him and slammed a hoof down onto his chest.
"Yu WIE!" the large fluffy hissed. "Yu awe a house fwuffy! Houses haf sketti! Thewe IS sketti, and yu know whewe it is!"
"N-Nu! Doctah Cwazystein nu can--" he tried to explain, but had to cut short for a second as the pressure on his chest increased. "Nu can make sketti!"
"Wies," came the calm, threatening reply. Just one word, and a glare that could kill. "Whewe awe da sketties, doctah?"
"Nu- nu sketties-" protested Dr. Crazystein, only for the hoof to rise and slam into his chest again. There was a burning pain, much worse than before, and a sound that shouldn't have been there. "STOP! STOP st-- stop--!" He found himself gasping for breath, trying desperately to get away but unable to get anywhere with the size difference being what it was.
>>710449764
I hate to break it to you, but anyone who isnt a total sperg thinks this shit is fucking retarded.
>>710449846
"Mistah Hyde awweady said, doctah," said Mr. Hyde, hardly even reacting to the smaller fluffy's struggles. "Yu gif sketties, an' mistah Hyde wet yu wive. If yu NU gif sketties, den mistah Hyde wiww gif yu fowevah sweepies. Aww yu haf to do is teww whewe da sketties awe, doctah."
What was he going to do? He had no sketties to give, and he definitely didn't want to die. Dr. Crazystein looked around the room, but there was nothing even remotely helpful (I mean there was a stuffy friend, but he was fairly sure his stuffy friend had never liked him anyway seeing how she hadn't tried to help him yet) and nothing sketti-like. The pain in his chest increased as Mr. Hyde pushed down, and he realized he couldn't breathe. He didn't want to die. He couldn't die. Not like this. Not when he had so much science to ...
He noticed his chemistry set. He hadn't gotten rid of the rest of the potion that killed his last subject. Painfully, he raised a hoof to point at it. "Th...ewe."
Mr. Hyde looked to the half-full beaker of poison, and then frowned. "Dat? Dat nu wooks wike sketties," he replied.
"Is... is bettah dan sketties."
He looked doubtful, but the green fluffy thankfully couldn't resist and stepped off, walking over to the concoction. He sniffed at it, then took it in his hooves. "Thank yu, doctah. Not so hawd, was it?" he taunted before downing the whole thing. Dr. Crazystein couldn't reply, struggling and managing to turn onto his side only for the horrible pain to renew. His chest felt like it was shattered - maybe it actually was, that would explain the SOUND - and he couldn't breathe. He made little gasps, but he couldn't breathe right, hardly at all. He couldn't see right, either, black flecks flimmering across his gaze.
He felt like he would cough up shards of himself if he tried to move further.
>>710450205
Still, he had to take some glee in the fact that Mr. Hyde soon felt the same pain. The green fluffy started convulsing, dropping the beaker and then falling onto it. The glass container shattered, shards digging into his attacker's body. Mr. Hyde started to scream but in doing so gagged and threw up, a mixture of bile and blood and poison spilling across the floor. He gasped, yelping and crying for help as he tried to push out the shattered glass with his hooves, only succeeding in digging it deeper in and twisting it into the wounds as he rolled onto his side, still convulsing and choking.
Finally, Mr. Hyde arched back and with a final shudder went still. Dr. Crazystein wanted to laugh, but that was hard when his voice wouldn't work. His legs weren't working either, and his sight was very quickly giving out.
On the bright side, he didn't feel pain so much as just very cold as his consciousness gave out.
___
Candi glanced around as she returned home. She was early, thanks to a power outage at her work place. A trio of fluffies were talking to each other, apparently running a vote on leaving someone behind (nobody wanted said person in the herd anymore, for some reason) and a dead fluffy had been shoved into her rose bush.
Well, whatever. She decided to pop into Winter's room and surprise him, so she headed straight to the safe room and popped her head inside. "Hey, Winn--"
In the safe room there was a big, green fluffy dead on the floor in a pool of blood and vomit, and Winter was lying unmoving some distance away. "Oh Jesus!" Candi screamed. "WINNY!" She instantly ran over and snatched up her beloved pet, hands shaking as she felt for a pulse. For breathing. For anything. She could just barely feel his heart beat, and fumbled to get up her cell phone as she ran out the door. "Is this the vet's office!? There's an emergency, I think my fluffy is dying, I'm coming over now!"
>>710450469
The Broken Body of Dr. Crazystein
As he stirred, the first thing Dr. Crazystein became aware of was pain. His entire body hurt, a sensation that only got worse as he tried to sit. He slumped back down, slowly opening his eyes.
He saw nothing but metal bars and white walls, a strange smell permeating the air. It was nothing he had ever seen before, nothing he recognized. Where was he?
The last thing he could remember was watching Mr. Hyde, the large fluffy who had crushed his chest, die convulsing and screaming. The thought of the event jostled his thoughts into gear; was he dead? Was this what death was like, pain and a small box with a door made of metal tubes?
But at least he was able to breathe again. That feeling of suffocating and being unable to speak was gone. He reached out to scrape at the metal door, expecting it to swing open, but to his disappointment it didn't move. He was still hurting too much to leave even if it had, but it was the principle of the matter.
"Hewwo?" he heard a voice from above. "Hewwo! Awe yu a fwuffy? Awe yu awake!?"
Well, that wasn't really anyone he knew, but it sounded like a filly - probably she had heard the sound of hoof on metal. Dr. Crazystein pushed himself to raise his head and look up, seeing nothing but a hard, grey ceiling and a wisp of ... what color was that? He couldn't tell before it had disappeared again.
"Whewe is dis?" he asked hoarsely, becoming aware of a metallic taste in his mouth as he did. He spat a bit to get it out - blood, he knew the taste of blood too well by now, was this HIS blood? Why? - and then shuddered as he tried to recover his breath. Flecks of dark red stained the padded surface beneath his hooves.
"Dis is a huwty pwace!" called the filly above him, and he heard a dull clang as she evidently shoved herself up against the metal door. "Hoomins take us hewe fow huwties, wike shawpy thingies an' ... an' shawpy pointy thingies!"
>>710450803
'Why am I here?' ran through Dr. Crazystein's head, but he didn't ask. He didn't have to, as another voice - vaguely familiar - cut in. "Mary, what have I said about bothering the other patients?"
"But! Nyu fwend!" whined the filly. "Nyu fwend! Mawy nee' befwend nyu fwend!!"
"New friend? What are you talking about?" asked a tall human in a white coat as he walked into view, poking at the filly before he crouched down to Dr. Crazystein's level. "Oh, if it's not the little doctor! You've finally come to, have you?"
Dr. Crazystein stared breathlessly at the man with wide eyes before calling out. "VET!"
Vet, the doctor man who had helped tend to his eye all that time ago, laughed. "Hey, you remember me! How do you feel?"
"Nuuu!" whined Mary. "Wan see nyu fwend! Wan! Pweeeeeese! Nu faiw, yu nu be nyu fwend's onwy fwend!"
Dr. Crazystein made a face and laid his head back down. That shrill voice wasn't doing him any favors, which Vet seemed to notice as he stood up straight and with a swift action made Mary switch to sobbing, then silence. "Evewything huwts," he replied now that he was sure he'd be heard. "Body huwts. Chest huwts."
"Can you breathe?" asked Vet as he crouched back down in front of the cage. "Are your lungs working alright?"
"Yus..." Dr. Crazystein hesitated somewhat. "Thewe's some bwood? Doctah Cwazystein taste bwood..." Mary gasped from her spot, whispering something about boo-boo juice. What was boo-boo juice? He didn't really understand.
"That's normal, thankfully." The human smiled. "You got pretty badly messed up, we had to do some surgery. You'll need to be careful not to open up the stitches, okay?"
There was a pause as Dr. Crazystein tried to parse that. Then his head tilted to the side, accompanied by a wince of pain at the sudden move. "What is 'suwgewy'?"
"Oh, well, surgery is ..." Vet trailed off, tapping his chin thoughtfully, but Mary cut in once again.
>>710451097
"Suwgewy is da meanest an' most awful thing evew! Mawy had to haf suwgewy!"
"Mary, be quiet!" the human protested, then sighed and started fussing with a latch that sat attached to Dr. Crazystein's box. "It's too early to let you move around, but we can't talk like this. How about you come to my office, and I'll show you a bit more science?"
"Yes! Doctah Cwazystein wan go! Wan go now!"
"Mawy wan tawk too! Mawy wub science!" whined Mary in a transparent attempt to be part of the conversation, only growing louder as she went ignored. "Mawy wan come too!" she shouted as Vet opened the good doctor's box. "WET MAWY COME TOO!"
"Mary!" hissed Vet, standing up straight. There was an audible thump and then crying as the human sighed and reached for Dr. Crazystein's, closing his hands around his body and pulling him out. It ached, but no more than what he was already feeling so he managed to stay quiet. As he was carried he looked to Mary's cage, seeing a green and yellow fluffy with a blue cloth tied neatly around her neck. She was rubbing her snout with big tears in her eyes, and as she saw Dr. Crazystein she reached out her hooves for him.
"Huggies?" she asked.
"Nu."
Vet carried his patient out of the room before Mary could begin to wail about the refusal, and soon the two doctors entered what had to be Vet's office. Papers were scattered about on a desk, there were models of various items - including a human skeleton, Dr. Crazystein noted and felt proud that he knew what that was - and a big computer was idling on a screensaver of a fluffy repeatedly chasing a ball and falling on its face.
>>710449846
If the fluffy was smart enough to dress up as a dog to get me to adopt it and not be a smarty id see potential and train it
>>710451278
"You know, you were actually really lucky," Vet said idly as he walked to the table, sitting with an audible thud in a spinning chair. "If you'd been any other animal, there's no telling what your wounds would cause. Fluffies are said to break very easily, but they manage bloodloss surprisingly well, did you know that? You rarely ever hear about one bleeding out nowadays. They probably ended up evolving that way to give abusers more fun, or something, I don't know."
Dr. Crazystein remained quiet as his little brain didn't really parse the topic, trying to get comfortable - or at least lessen that constant pain - but failing. Vet noticed his discomfort and changed his grip so that he was sitting on his haunches instead of on lying his belly. "Ah, sorry, I'm rambling. So, li'l doc, do you know what happened to you?"
"Yus... Mistah Hyde bwoke- bwoke chest," Dr. Crazystein replied, wincing at the memory. He held his hooves to his chest only to find that his familiar pale blue fluff wasn't there, and as he tried to look down he found something... white? The fluff on his chest and belly was gone, and something white and cotton-y had replaced it. He abscent-mindedly continued, "Doctah Cwazystein nu cud bweathe... Chest fewt weawwy badwy bwoken."
"Mr. Hyde, was it?" repeated Vet. "Well, my little Jekyll, you're right. Look over there." He motioned to the nearby skeleton. "Just like humans, fluffies have skeletons. They keep our bodies from falling apart."
"Jekyww? Who's Jekyww?" asked Dr. Crazystein. Vet chuckled and just patted his head as he continued.
"Well, that on the torso is the ribcage, though maybe you knew that. You see, Mr. Hyde crushed your ribcage into a lot of tiny pieces, and then those pieces dug into your body. Some of them cut into your left lung, something you use to breathe. The only way to get them out was to cut you open."
Are there any stories dealing with the fallout of anthro fluffies being a thing?
>>710451460
The little doctor nodded abscent-mindedly, hugging his hooves to his body. "Dat's what suwgewy is?" he asked. It explained so much. At least it explained the pain.
"That's right," confirmed Vet. "I had to open you up, then remove all the little bone pieces and sew you back together."
Dr. Crazystein gasped, looking up at Vet with newfound admiration. "Wike Doctah Fwankstein!"
"Frankst-?" The human laughed. "Oh, you mean Frankenstein? Yeah, that was surgery too, in a way. Your belly is lined with stitches now, just like Frankenstein's Monster." He traced a line down Dr. Crazystein's front. "So you can't move around too much, unless you want them to open back up. Got all that?"
"Doctah Cwazystein undahstand!" chimed the little doctor, raising a hoof. Vet smiled, then turned him around so that they faced each other.
"Well, now that I explained all that to you," the human said, "how about you explain something to me? Just what was Mr. Hyde doing in your house?"
Dr. Crazystein froze. The one thing he couldn't explain, not without getting in trouble. His first instinct was to just cry out 'science', but what would that explain? His second instinct was to lie, but he was a fluffy and lying didn't come easy. He couldn't think of anything at all! As a result, the little doctor mostly just stammered a little and then murmured to himself.
"Come on now, Doctor," said Vet with an amused smile. "You knew Mr. Hyde's name, didn't you? You must have talked to him. Or do you mean he just burst into your room, introduced himself, and then tried to kill you?"
There were a few moments of silence. "........ Yes!"
The human raised an eyebrow. "Doctor, why are you lying?" he asked. "I'd expect it from any other fluffy, but not you. I figured you were better than them."
Dr. Crazystein's ears lowered, and he found himself tapping his hooves together with an uneasy smile. Oh, so that suggestion had been a trap. He should probably have figured. "Nu wan get in twoubwe..."
>>710451621
not that i've heard of.
>>710451751
Shame. I feel like anthro fluffies would create a much more interesting scenario than normal fluffies.
>>710451621
I think there are a few stories involving anthros being used as test cases for menial labor jobs and even a few as teaching assistants but they turned into porn near the end. Some anthro stories with more intelligent anthros also draw parallels to slavery.
>>710451718
"Well, I'd say you already are. I sent your mom back to the house to figure out just what happened, and you know what she found?" Vet paused to let the good doctor reply, but was just met with an awkward silence. "She found a big bottle of rat poison in your saferoom, by your science things. Bleach, too. And a big dead fluffy - she brought him in, you know that? I checked his cause of death while you were passed out."
"Dat- dat's mistah Hyde," murmured Dr. Crazystein. Oh, he did not want to talk about this. Not at all.
"It's pretty obvious you were up to something strange, li'l doc. As a fellow scientific mind, I really want to know just what that was," coerced the large human. Dr. Crazystein briefly contemplated his chances of escaping, but a twist of his torso reminded him of how painful falling out of Vet's lap would be. He'd probably smash open like a water balloon (not that he knew what that was, but the mental image was roughly the same). He had no choice but to tell it as it was.
And so he told Vet everything. About the fuzzy sight in his right eye, about collecting test subjects with the promise of sketties, of the results only ranging between "partially blind" and "death", and of Mr. Hyde. Mr. Hyde who was way too big, who knew about the blind fluffies, who very nearly killed him just to get sketties that didn't exist. Vet listened in silence, only nodding at appropriate times or making little 'hm' sounds. "...an' den, woke up in dat white box."
"That explains quite a bit," the human said. "Dr. Crazystein, I'll be blunt. Don't do more eye experiments."
The doctor cringed. "Bu'-! Nu! Wan' find cuwe fow eye!" he protested desperately. "Am so cwose!"
>>710448862
>He was going to need a new subject.
Makes me think of
>We're going to need another Timmy!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MM1S27fPUQY
>>710452421
"There's been an increase in fluffies running straight into traffic and causing accidents, lately. BLIND fluffies, and I have reason to believe they're your subjects." Vet's expression grew hard. "No deaths, but you've ended up hurting a lot of people. Do you understand?"
Dr. Crazystein shrank back. He had done what? It was true that he hadn't stopped anyone from running away, but ... he hadn't thought about them after that ... He'd just thought they'd be fine. Well, not even that, he just hadn't given it any second thought at all. "Doc-doctah undahstand," he replied vaguely. "Nu mean to do... dat."
"And that's why you have to stop. I won't tell you to stop doing science entirely, I couldn't bear to stifle the only scientifically curious fluffy I've ever met that way, but you need to find something else to do. If you can do that, then I'll try to find a cure for your eye on my end, okay?"
The good doctor gasped, looking up at Vet with wide eyes. "Weawwy!? Vet, yu wiww find da eyesie cuwe!?"
"That's right. But only, ONLY if you don't do more eye experiments. Alright?"
"O-Otay! Doctah Cwazystein can do dat!" He waved his hooves, trying to stand up and hop down to the floor so he could go home and get started on figuring out what science he COULD do so Vet could start making an eye cure.
As it turned out, doing any of that was difficult when he was still being held. "Calm down there, Jekyll," warned Vet. "Stitches, remember? Your body's all broken."
"Oh... yes... Doctah Cwazystein wemembews." The little doctor sighed.
"I think that's enough for now, anyway. Want to go back to your cage?"
Go back to that white box? It sounded tempting enough. All the new information and excitement and uncomfortable topics had taken a toll, and Dr. Crazystein couldn't help but relish the chance to sleep and wait for his aches to fade away. But then he thought further about it, and a certain detail surfaced. "Nu wan be with Mawy."
>>710452658
Vet laughed. "Most fluffies would love having a playmate so close," he said, "but then again, you're not most fluffies are you?"
"Mawy makes eawsies an' stitches huwt. Nu wike."
"Yeah, I understand." The human grinned. "Well, you're well-behaved and clever enough. It's better if I can keep an eye on you anyway, so I'll bite. You can hang out here in the office."
And with that, Dr. Crazystein was set down on the desk. "I'll be right back with the things from your cage, so don't go and fall to your death while I'm gone," Vet warned and then he left the room. Dr. Crazystein watched him go, then scooted over to the edge of the desk and looked down. Fall to his death? It didn't look THAT high. He was sure he could jump down and land just fine, if he wanted to.
He was just a bit too tired to actually try it, and by the time Vet returned he was asleep with his head and a front hoof hanging over the edge.
>>710452763
Dr. Crazystein Performs Surgery
"Hey, li'l Doc. Why don't you like hugs, anyway?"
Dr. Crazystein blinked, looking up to Vet. Ever since his wounds had healed enough for the crippling pain to be no more than a dull ache, he'd gotten to follow the veterinarian around as he worked. Usually being carried, he'd met loads and loads of animals and fluffies with various sicknesses and pains. Broken legs, influenza, pregnancy, one particular fluff whose eyes didn't work (who Dr. Crazystein recognized and steered clear of), and so on. The good doctor got to see all of these and watch a REAL SENIOR medical scientist's super-secret tricks of the trade!
But every fluffy he met (other than the aforementioned blind one) saw Dr. Crazystein. And most of them stretched out their hoof or hooves at him, eyes puffy and wet with tears, and asked the same thing: "Huggies?"
He rejected them all in an instant, and the fluffy who just left the consulting room had been no exception. The bloated fluffy, filled with not babies but rather some kind of liquid, was sniffling and hiccuping as he was carried out and as soon as he was out of sight, Vet had asked the question.
"Is dat stwange?" asked Dr. Crazystein, after a few long seconds of reminiscing on the aforementioned facts and coming to the conclusion that he DID, indeed, not like hugs. Further pondering revealed that so many fluffies begged him for hugs that THEY must like hugs. Huh.
"Oh, just a little bit. Most fluffies can't get enough of them, and you don't seem to mind when I'm the one doing it, so it makes me curious," said Vet as he walked over and sat next to Dr. Crazystein, tapping a finger at the block of white he called a 'schedule'. "Just as a man of science, you see."
>>710452953
Dr. Crazystein thought about it. He hadn't ever really been hugged by other fluffies, had he? All he could recall was a fuzzy memory of suffocation and distorted cries of "pwease babbeh nu take fowevah sweepies!", which wasn't incredibly helpful. So in the end, he just shrugged. "Doctah Cwazystein nu know. Nu wike huggies."
"That's fair enough, I suppose." Vet stretched. "Alright... Next up is Giger. Come on, Jekyll, we're gonna head to the operating room."
Vet never did explain why he randomly called him 'Jekyll'. Dr. Crazystein made it a point to not react to the name, but half the time it was pre-faced with "Doctor" or talking about something too exciting to ignore so he reacted instinctively. This was one of those times; surgery was the little doctor's new favorite thing.
"What kinda suwgewy awe yu doin?" he asked excitedly, his messy tail wagging as he reached for Vet in anticipation of being picked up. He never was, though, as another human - one he didn't know, but had seen wandering around before and been called "Aide" - burst into the room.
"Dr. Andersson! We've got a problem!"
"What's the matter?" asked Vet. Dr. Crazystein figured he had the same issue when it came to people calling him the wrong name. "I've got a surgery in just a few minutes."
"Mary's reopened her wound again!"
"AGAIN!? That's the third time! Is she doing this on purpose!?"
"I think she actually is! She was shouting about how humans can't decide how she should act!"
"Gah-- either way, get someone else to fix it! I don't have time!"
"Nobody else is available!"
>>710453221
Vet swore, causing Dr. Crazystein to instinctively cover his ears. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and he had seen Mary's surgeries. She was always thrashing and screaming so her legs had to be disabled, something about "painkillers" not being effective on fluffies. Thus, as he watched the two humans yell and fuss about what to do, confirming there really wasn't anyone able to do it and Giger's operation could NOT be pushed back without fatal consequences, he had a great idea and raised a hoof high.
"Doctah Cwazystein can do it!"
Aide looked to him with an expression he couldn't quite descipher. "That ... uh ... yeah, no, there's no way--"
"Let's let him."
Aide swiveled to turn on Vet, eyes wide. "What!? Are you serious!?"
"He's seen me perform her operations. He knows what to do. Besides, if she keeps wasting our time and energy because we're HUMANS, then she's got nothing to complain about when a fluffy does it, does she?"
There was a momentary silence before Aide's face scrunched into a grimace. "Is this ethical? Or legal?"
"I think it's such an outlandish situation that there's no laws against it," laughed Vet. "Look, I know it's bad, but we really have no other choice. I CAN'T delay this operation. Just bring her and the necessary tools here, there's no time to argue."
As the humans scattered and disappeared from the room, Dr. Crazystein clapped his hooves together in anticipation. He went over in his head once more how Vet had done the operation. Wash your hands, then just a snip here and there, remove the thread bits, and carefully thread the needle ...
Hm. Looking to his hooves, the good doctor realized the one very big difference between himself and Vet. No hands.
...
Well, he was sure he'd do fine anyway.
>>710453470
Even before she was brought in, Dr. Crazystein knew Mary was arriving. The shrill, distraught cries of "Nu mowe huwty suwgewies!" were unmistakable, and before long Aide darted into the room. In his arms lay Mary on her back, legs waving at the air, and behind him he pulled a clattering tray of various tools. He set Mary down on the table by Dr. Crazystein, then worked on moving over the tools to the table so the little doctor could reach.
"I'm sorry," Aide said, "but even I can't stay around. I don't want to be held responsible for any of this. Give a shout when you need something, just press the button on this." He set a little device with a button on it next to the doctor tools, and then he hurried out.
Mary lay there on her back, her green-furred belly stained deep red and tiny wings half-heartedly beating on the table. A big gap had been pulled open along her gut, lined with shiny, broken threads. For a few long seconds she just stared up at the ceiling, then she noticed Dr. Crazystein's presence and turned her head to look at him. She gasped, eyes growing wide. "Nyu fwiend!" she cried out, waving her front hooves in an attempt to run over to him. "Nyu fwiend! Gif huggies!?"
"Nu."
He had never seen a more betrayed and horrified look. There she was, bleeding out and in terrible pain, and he wouldn't spare her even a tiny hug. Well, not that he cared; he was a doctor, and so it was his job to patch her up, not comfort her! (Dr. Crazystein was never made aware of the difference between doctors and scientists, and as such assumed that they were the same thing.)
>>710453773
"Am Doctah Cwazystein, an' am hewe to fix yu owwies," he explained and looked around at the tools. Now what was it Vet used? ... Oh, yes, it was that tool with the pinchy things, which he used to pull out the broken threads. Dr. Crazystein picked up the tweezers in his hooves and set them as carefully as he could to one of the threads sticking out. Then, he raised a hoof and slammed it down onto the tool so it would shut around the thread.
As it turned out, he couldn't hold it steady with just one hoof, so the tweezers missed their mark entirely and instead tightly pinched Mary's skin. The reaction was instant; the filly shrieked and started thrashing, a hoof hitting Dr. Crazystein and pushing him back a bit. He frowned somewhat, but this was just a minor setback.
"Nu move, Mawy!" he chided as he walked back up to her, batting at her flailing hooves to make her settle down. After a few seconds of batting, and a few more seconds of him forcibly holding said hoof down until Mary begun to sob, she finally stopped squirming and let him try again. This time he used his mouth to hold the tweezers, but it made it hard to see what he was doing and as such, he only managed to shove the tweezers into his patient's gut and give them a mighty pinch.
Again Mary shrieked and flailed, hitting Dr. Crazystein right in the face. He dropped the tweezers with a yipe, and grumbled as he hit Mary right back on her snout. "Dun do dat! Am HEWPING!"
"Nu! Nu! Yu am huwting Mawy!" the filly cried. "Pwease hewp! Hoomans pwease hewp Mawy!"
"Bu' hoomans said Doctah Cwazystein gets to do dis," the doctor replied, more surprised than upset. "Hoomans awe aww busy."
>>710454101
"Nuuuuu!" sobbed Mary, hiding her face in her hooves. At least she wasn't kicking and hitting him anymore, giving Dr. Crazystein a third shot at his task. He COULDN'T fail, how could he be a doctor if he couldn't even stitch his subjects - er, patients - up? This time he discarded the tweezers entirely, shoving them aside, and instead used his teeth to grasp one of the threads and yank it out. Mary squeaked and jumped, batting at the air and missing Dr. Crazystein entirely. He gave her a nose boop anyway as a warning before yanking out the next thread.
Before long he'd managed to remove all the thread, and backed up to proudly survey his handiwork. Mary was crying her heart out, but the wound was all cleared out of thread. He just needed to add new thread now, and they'd be all done!
As he collected the spool of thread and needle, Dr. Crazystein returned to his subject's side and looked the wound over. As he did, he couldn't help but pause. He could see so deep, right down to her belly! There were threads stitched into it, but at least these didn't look to be torn. He had never seen a fluffy's insides before, much less so clearly, and he couldn't help but be curious. He reached inside and tapped at the organ - it was soft, and spongy, and -
Then Mary clocked him right in the head, and he accidentally stepped hard on her belly as he was hit off balance. The sound she made was indescribable, and as Dr. Crazystein stepped off of her she twisted onto her side and threw up all over the table. The good doctor tapped his hooves together, feeling awkward, but gave her his most reassuring smile.
>>710454423
"Dat's what happens when yu move," he said. She didn't seem to hear him. He still had to stitch her up, though, so he reached over and pulled her back onto her back. She barely struggled, gasping and gagging, which let him double-check that he hadn't broken the stitching unimpeded. It looked fine, so he could move on to stitching together the skin. Thankfully, Aide had tied the needle onto the thread already, so he didn't have to do that.
Dr. Crazystein picked up the needle in his mouth, and plunged it into Mary's exposed skin. The pained gasp told of the yell she'd make if she had the air to, but she seemed to be in shock and thus didn't react too much. Dr. Crazystein pushed the needle through until he could see it inside her body, and carefully grabbed it in his mouth again as he pulled it through and out. The thread came along, which was good. He could taste blood, briefly wondering if he'd ever get used to that awful metallic tinge as he pushed the needle through her skin on the other side. Get the needle back out, and then he pulled until the skin flaps were tightly together.
Perfect! One stitch done, eleventy-hundred-and-fifty-seven to go. Dr. Crazystein smiled wide as he kept working, managing three more stitches before Mary had finally recovered enough to start hitting at him. She was gasping and sobbing - it looked like she had been crying for a quite long time, actually - and even though she was still attached to both needle and thread, she fumbled to get onto her feet.
"Nu move!" chided Dr. Crazystein and hit at her snout, but she didn't stop this time. She was just coughing and crying and wailing as she tried to get away, and even when Dr. Crazystein shoved her over and tried to get her on her back she just kept trying to hit him in her pain-fueled panic, crying so hard that her yelling was indescipherable.
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So he hit her again. And again. Until his hoof slipped and instead of hitting her head, he struck her right in the throat. All of a sudden she was gagging and coughing instead of kicking, surprising the doctor something fierce. But if it worked, then it WORKED, and thus he resumed his stitching. Any time Mary recovered and tried to hit him or get away, he hit her in the neck again and soon she learned she couldn't do anything, hiding her face in her hooves and just crying as the good doctor finished his job.
Finally he was done with the last stitch, stepping back and proudly surveying his work. Beautiful, more-or-less straight stitches were lining her belly now, with no sign of the big gap other than the blood that still stained her fur. But still, something was missing. What was it?
Dr. Crazystein had to think about it for a long while before he realized; the white cotton thing! He'd always gotten it on his wounds, so it should be on here too. He looked around, and sure enough there was a packet of what had to be the white stuff among the doctor's tools. He pulled it out, and its contents spilled onto the table.
There was a roll of white stuff, but try as he might he couldn't figure out how to open it or use it properly. There were other things in the packet, though; little brown strips of something, and as he opened one up he found white stuff on it. The sides stuck to things, and the middle was white cotton! Yes, this had to be just as good as the other white stuff, and thus he taped not one but TWO of the brown strips onto Mary's belly.
Beaming with pride, he pushed the button on the little device Aide had given him. "Doctah Cwazystein is aww done nao! Mawy is aww fixed up!"
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"Jesus."
"This is just ..."
"This is the absolute worst stitching job I've ever seen."
"I'm just stunned. He used band-aids."
Dr. Crazystein looked between the two humans who were studying Mary. The filly's pitiful sobbing still hadn't stopped, but she was quiet and docile, whimpering little apologies for ever being mean to the humans. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of that, but he didn't care. He had done a surgery! All on his own! A veterinary (not Vet, but someone with the same kind of job) had just finished whatever his task was and kept Aide company as he entered.
"Actually, it's... it's a terrible patchwork, but I don't think it's going to open up on its own. We'll need to clean up this blood on the outside and gauze it properly, but then it'll hold unless she tears it open again."
Aide glanced from Mary to the brightly smiling, blood-soaked Dr. Crazystein. "Somehow, I don't think she plans to," he replied before picking the doctor up. "I'm going to go clean up Andersson's little buddy. He's not too charming with his face and legs all bloodied."
"Make sure to clean off the table when you're done," the veterinary replied, Aide giving a not too unthusiastic acknowledgement as he carried Dr. Crazystein out of the room.
Vet was going to be so proud. Maybe he'd even let him do more surgeries!
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He wants them even though they are brown. I would say very good for taking th a Brown ones and not discriminating against them. i would take in all bad colored ones that are nice and treat the bratty ones of any color with torture to teach a lesson on how you treat who.
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Smawteh babbeh says no more dummeh babbeh tawkies, powst moar pics
Jesus Fuck what am I reading!
Come back it's not too latteee
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Dr. Crazystein's New Assistant
>"Whewe awe da sketties, doctah?"
>The small, pale blue fluffy awkwardly scooted backward. A towering green fluffy followed, unseeing eyes burrowing straight through his fur.
>"Mistah Hyde wants sketties, doctah."
>"T-Thewe nu awe sketties..."
>"Come on, doctah. If yu nu say whewe da sketties awe, Mistah Hyde wiww take yu tummy sketties instead!"
Dr. Crazystein woke up with a flinch, eyes shooting open. For a few moments he stared at nothing, then he sat up and grimaced as he gingerly rubbed any remaining sleep from his mismatched eyes.
"Oh, good morning," said Vet from his position next to him, working with a softly blinking computer screen. "Uneasy sleep?"
The little doctor made a vaguely murmured remark about a bad dream - he could barely recall anything, other than how the fluffy who nearly took his life was involved. Nodding sympathetically, probably guessing the topic of the dream, Vet gave him a pat on the head and ruffled his already quite messy mane.
"Well, I have some good news," he said with a smile. "You've healed up perfectly fine, and it's Friday. So your mom's coming by to pick you up!"
"Mummah?" Dr. Crazystein paused, glancing over the tall human. He'd been at this hospital for so long, recuperating from his wounds and studying the medical sciences practiced on the animals brought in, that he had just about forgotten he ever had an owner who wasn't Vet. "Otay... When?"
"Just a few minutes, really. I was worrying I'd have to wake you up. Belly feel alright?"
He looked down to his front, where his pale fur was still shorter than it was meant to be. But it didn't hurt anymore, and so he nodded in agreement. Vet hummed something cheerful, but already Dr. Crazystein was distracted by half-curious, half-concerned thoughts about what his mother would say.
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Dr. Crazystein looked uneasy as he sat in the passenger's seat of his mother's strawberry red car, a belt stretched uncomfortably across his stomach to keep him in place. He'd never liked these things, the "metal monsters" that could easily crush a fluffy into nothing but a fine paste. Right now the horrid thing was moving, emitting a constant, muffled roar, and though he stared at the door he was just too short to actually look out any window.
"So," said the woman in the driver's seat, her voice terse and her fingers drumming impatiently at the wheel as though she had to think hard about what to say. "The vet told me everything."
Dr. Crazystein froze, his breath catching in his throat. Maybe if he didn't react she'd drop the topic, so he sat utterly frozen and tried harder than ever before to act like he hadn't heard her. Despite his efforts she continued:
"You've put me in a really hard spot, you know." He continued his attempt to pretend she was talking about someone else until she sharply flicked his ear, causing a flinch. "Look at me, Crazystein."
The good doctor looked up to his owner, hooves tapping together uneasily as he gave her the most convincing smile he could muster. "Y-Yus?"
"You broke my rules, you know," noted his mother with a grumble, looking ahead as the car pulled to a temporary stop. "And BIG rules, too. I'd beat your butt raw for it, but you ALREADY suffered a near-death experience from your hubris, so you pretty much already punished yourself in that regard."
"What is hubwis?" asked Dr. Crazystein cautiously. Debating anything else would probably get him that butt-beating, and he really didn't want that.
"Hubris? It's ... In short, your confidence that you could handle a mad feral twice your size. It means having too much pride or confidence."
"Oh."
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"Back to the point, and don't try to derail me-- oh, damn, green light." The car begun to move again. "The point is, you've been hurting a lot of fluffies with your actions. But as a result there's hardly any ferals that dare to bother me anymore, they're all too scared of the yard with the 'crazy doctor'. And you've caused humans trouble too, but Vet told me you won't do any more experiments that could do that. So what am I supposed to do with you?"
"Um.... um... What do yu mean? Am- am fine, nu wiww do mowe eye expewiments!" Well, she was asking what to do, right? Maybe if he could give a good suggestion... "Maybe um..." ... ... No good. He couldn't think of anything between 'please don't beat me' and 'give me a reward'. "Maybe... nu do anything?"
"Oh, but that's the issue. I can't let you off scot-free, but there's no point in hurting you because you already hurt yourself so badly. Plus, I can't guarantee that you won't go and do those experiments ALL OVER AGAIN, or that you won't get hurt again if some big feral forces its way into the house." She glanced down to the doctor for a brief moment before returning her gaze to the road. "I could take away your chemistry set, but apparently that stuff is the only reason you're still alive right now, and I can't just leave you with no way to defend yourself."
"Nu, pwease nu take science toows! Doctah Cwazystein NEED science toows!" The good doctor grimaced. Suddenly being beaten didn't sound so bad - what would he do if he couldn't have his science things? There was a quiet chuckle from his mother, which only made him more worried.
"Well, I'm still contemplating," she replied with a bit too much amusement for his liking. "By the way, Vet told me that you don't get along with other fluffies too well. Is that true?"
Dr. Crazystein paused, thinking it over. "Guess so," he then said. "Nu wike aww da noise an' da asking fow huggies."
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"Well, that's good to know then," hummed his mother, and the rest of the ride was spent in a very worrying silence.
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Once they got home Dr. Crazystein was carried to his saferoom, where he was set down on the soft carpet. Everything was cleaner than he remembered it, no hints of pooling blood or glass shards or stains from spilled concoctions. As he looked around, however, he also found that neither beakers nor chemicals were anywhere to be seen.
"You'll get them back later," said his mother with a mean smile as she watched him search, earning her an immensely wounded look. "Now, I refilled your water and kibble in preparation, so you'll be fine on your own for a while. I've got a surprise for you, so just wait here."
Before the good doctor could even answer, she had shut the saferoom door. He stared at it for a moment before realizing what had happened, heart sinking. She had locked him in. She NEVER locked him in. Not since he was a baby! This had to be a mistake!
He rushed over to the door, tapping at it with his hooves. "Mummah! Yu fowget to weave doow open!" he called, but to no avail. He wasn't getting any reply - she had left! Pacing back and forth, he tried to see if maybe there was another way out somewhere, but could find nothing but solid walls and solid door.
Well, actually he did find that his large teddy bear now wore a cute little nurse's hat, but that was hardly relevant.
Finally, he had to give up and accept the truth; this must be his punishment. Trapped in a toy room with no good toys, alone to wallow in the mistakes that brought him to this point. He spent a good while burrowed into the pillow that made up his bed before he'd had enough of wallowing, and soon after grew tired of pacing around and fretting too.
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Space Ghost gonna have to fuck some niggers up and get those lawdylawd people back in line.
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Giving up, he walked over to the blocks that were neatly stacked by a wall and shoved them all down to the floor. It was only a three-block high structure, as he had no more than five blocks in total, but it helped his mood somewhat. Sitting down, he picked up a block in his hooves and studied it. It had a picture of a duck in a sailor's hat on the side, so he put it on top of the block that said 'B'. For... bird? Boat? Beak? Maybe it was just luck, because he certainly didn't know how to read.
Next block, another letter. A. He reached up to balance it very carefully on the other two, then looked over his handiwork. "Bducka". ... Hrm. Or "Bbirda"? Although the A was set upside down, so it was closer to "Bduckv". Ugh, that wouldn't work at all. He knocked the blocks over and started again, just doing what he could to distract himself.
Even when he heard the saferoom door open some time later, he didn't look away from the blocks. Mostly because he was a teeny bit upset at his mother for trapping him in the first place, and wanted her to speak first. He heard her scuffling around, setting something down, and then padded thuds on carpet. He studied the duck in the sailor hat pointedly.
"Hewwo, Doctah."
All at once Dr. Crazystein forgot how to breathe, squeezing the block in his hooves. He knew that voice. That tone. Dark, deep - expectant, one step away from a taunt - those sounds were hooves, of course they were hooves, but why -
The padded thud of the fluffy behind him taking just one step closer snapped the good doctor out of his thoughts, and with a squeak of a yell he twisted around and threw the block at Mr. Hyde. The large fluffy let out a yelp of surprise and moved back a step, giving Dr. Crazystein the time he needed to scramble to a stand and run to another side of the room. Only when he paused to look back at his attacker, every muscle tense and ready to dash off again, did he notice something.
Mr. Hyde was all the wrong colors.
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Though still wound up, the little doctor untensed and studied the other fluffy. He was a bleak, orange-ish color like wood or sand, with a dirty red-brown-something mane and tail. Yes, the mane and tail were all wrong, too, uneven and awkward like a botched hairdresser job.
"Wow, he wasn't joking," noted his mother from her position at the exit. Dr. Crazystein glanced between her and the unfamiliar fluffy a few times, trying to piece together what was going on, until she smiled and spoke again. "So, 'doctor'. Say hi to your new body guard."
"Body... guahd?" He hesitated. Was this fluffy supposed to protect him? He was supposed to trust someone so similar to Mr. Hyde? "Nu need body guahd!"
"Well, that's a shame, because the pound sure won't take him back." The human was smiling with a look he didn't like. "And besides, I don't much care what you think you need. This guy will keep an eye on you so I KNOW you're not getting up to any more terrible experiments."
Dr. Crazystein felt an involuntary shiver run down his back, for a few moments unable to shake the image of how easily a fluffy that size could stop him from doing anything. He still smiled, though, in an attempt to appease his mother. Surely she'd understand if only he told her this wasn't necessary.
Unfortunately, he couldn't find the right words, so she just kept talking. "At the same time, he's big and strong enough to keep any ferals at bay, so I don't have to worry about ... THAT happening again. He used to be a toughie, isn't that right?"
"Dat's wight," replied Mr. not-Hyde. The good doctor couldn't help but notice that his voice wasn't QUITE Mr. Hyde's, and it seemed a bit more genuine and friendly than the cruel taunts his tormentor had made. Still a bit too close for comfort. "Am bestest tuffie!"
>>710444318
Love this reaction at the end.
>>710444666
Holy Shit! Check out that double trips.
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"So now he's YOUR toughie." His mother smiled in evident satisfaction, leaned on the doorway with her arms crossed. "And if you don't like it, just consider him your punishment for everything you've done. Like a little angel of vengeance."
Any thoughts Dr. Crazystein had about explaining himself crashed and burned right there. "Oh." She wasn't doing this to be nice to him or protect him. It was the exact opposite. He forced a smile and a small laugh, eyes darting from the fluffy to his mother awkwardly. That was fine. Fluffies were supposed to love each other, and besides this one DIDN'T have that grating high-pitched shrieking voice, and-
-and he was walking right up to him. Dr. Crazystein backpedaled a few steps before telling himself that even though he was towering over him this fluffy was NOT about to attack, and he should be nice. He straightened and smiled to the fluffy, extending a hoof with another small laugh. "Hewwo... Am Doctah Cwazystein! What's yu name?"
"Nu haf name," the toughie admitted, sitting down. "Mummah say yu gif name. So, doctah, what's tuffie's name?"
Hm. Dr. Crazystein pulled his hoof back, trying to think. Orange and red was hardly conductive to a color-based name. But what kind of mad scientist EVER had a body guard? He hadn't heard of a single one. Assistants, yes, but not ...
Wait, what if he made this fluffy his assistant? That could work! Dr. Crazystein's smile grew more genuine as he finally managed to spin the situation to something favorable. Plus, he knew by heart the most popular and common name for an assistant.
"Yu name is Ivo!" he declared, reared up with his front legs spread out for dramatic effect.
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Ivo's face split into a wide grin, and before the doctor had a chance to realize what he was doing he was torn into the air and shoved into the thick, orange fluff. Dr. Crazystein let out a half-audible yelp, squirming helplessly in an effort to escape the sudden hug, but it did nothing and so he had to endure the uncomfortable grip for several far too long seconds until the toughie had enough and set him back down. He coughed a bit, struggling to recover.
"O-Otay, nu... nu hugs," he gasped. "Pwease."
"But yu make huggie weggies," Ivo pointed out. "Nu make huggie weggies if yu nu wan hugs."
Duly noted, don't make gestures. Hearing a snicker, both Dr. Crazystein and Ivo looked to their mother. "Oh, don't mind me," she said. "I'm just glad to see the two of you are getting along so well. Ivo, I just need to tell you about a few rules we have in here, and then you and Crazystein can play to your heart's content."
As Ivo trotted over to the human, leaving Dr. Crazystein alone in the saferoom once more, the doctor couldn't help but feel like this would take quite some time to adjust to.
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What's that, Dr. Crazystein?
Dr. Crazystein shot up to a sit, ears perked as he looked around. His sleep was light and restless, had been ever since a certain incident, though he no longer recalled the details of his dreams. Something had been moving and making noise, however, and it was enough to wake him.
The big, wood-colored fluffy standing by his food bowl didn't notice for a few moments, then looked to him in evident surprise. "Uh..."
The good doctor sighed vaguely and stretched out his hooves, making sure there were no achy joints. "Good mowning, Ivo."
Ivo stared blankly for a few moments before responding: "Hewwo."
As he walked over to eat his share of the kibble (noting that there was way more left than he could ever stomach), Dr. Crazystein mused to himself. Today was ... a day. A not-weekend day, the first one since his new assistant - and the doctor himself - had been brought home. That meant his mother wasn't home, which meant Dr. Crazystein was in charge of Ivo and Ivo was in charge of keeping the doctor safe. Like a 'smarty' and a 'toughie', she had explained. The meaning of either was lost on the doctor; Ivo was supposed to listen to and protect him, that was all.
So, a lab assistant and bodyguard. He hadn't really been alone with the larger fluffy until now, but he supposed it'd be okay. Ivo was reportedly a good fluffy, after all.
"Doctah?" his assistant asked. After finding out about the little doctor's previous assailant he had done his best to separate his voice from Mr. Hyde's, digging up every little difference in tone and inflection he could. It was appreciated, but not too useful when he didn't know what Hyde sounded like at all. "Whewe sketties?"
Dr. Crazystein choked. A few moments and a coughing attack later, he looked up to the puzzled-looking toughie. "Nu haf sketties..."
"Bu' Mummah haf sketties," Ivo replied. At least he didn't get angry. "Ivo fin' sketties!"
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And with those words, the large fluffy walked off. The doctor, after some deliberation, followed and soon found him in the kitchen, trying to open a cupboard door their mother had locked up. "Dat's cwosed, Ivo, nu can--"
The lock broke, Ivo flashing him a proud grin. "Ivo bestest tuffie! Ivo get what Ivo wan!" he boasted, checking through the cupboard and pulling out a big bottle that looked vaguely familiar. White and dirt flying off ...?
"I-Ivo! Nu eat dat!" Dr. Crazystein hurriedly protested, darting over. "Dat nu gud fow fwuffies!"
"Eh? How Doctah kno dat?" There was that puzzled look again, the toughie shoving his nose against the opening to take a big sniff. "Doctah eat?"
"Weww- nu- eh..." He made a light 'hmm' as he thought about it. Well, Ivo was a fluffy, so it wasn't like he'd get in trouble, but he had to try and keep things simple. "Doctah toss dat into fwuffy's eyes, an' fwuffy eyes mewted."
Ivo stared blankly at him. For a few moments the smaller fluffy actually worried that he'd broken him, but then he spoke. "See-pwaces go bye-bye?"
"Dat's... wight? So if yu eat it, yu mouf an' thwoat might go bye-bye too."
"What am thwoat?" asked the fluffy as he shoved the bottle away, tipping it over in the process. Eh, he'd deal with that later.
"Thwoat is pawt of da neck, see? Hewe?" the little doctor tried to explain, tapping at his neck. It felt unpleasant.
"Ooh, otay." Ivo pulled out another bottle, this one with the familiar rat-and-cross symbol.
"Nu nu nu! Nu eat dat eithew!"
"Why? Dis make eyesies go bye-bye too?"
"Weww... Nnnnnu. Fwuffies dat eat it jus' die."
"Fowevah sweepies? Dis fowevah-sweepies juice wike tasty bwue foods?"
"... Doctah Cwazystein nu haf any cwue what yu jus' said."
"Uh... Weww... Pwetty gween juice bad fow fwuffies?"
"Yus."
Ivo set the bottle back, then picked out another the good doctor didn't recognize. "Dis?"
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"... Jus' dun eat anyfing fwom dewe." He wasn't gonna take any chances. His assistant made a dissatisfied noise and tossed the bottle away, causing it to roll in under a chair. The fluffy started to search around again while Dr. Crazystein just watched, not entirely certain if he should try to stop him or not. But he was making a big mess of everything...
Once Ivo managed to open the fridge and climbed into it, starting to throw out food items on the floor, the little doctor decided he had to intervene. "Ivo! Dat's enough, stop it!"
"Bu' Ivo wan sketties," complained the toughie, his fat bulk nestled on a shelf. "Dis big food box must haf sketties."
"Ivo haf food awweady," Dr. Crazystein pointed out and aimed a hoof at the saferoom. "In thewe."
"Nu! Dat nu am tasty!" came a huff in response. "Dat am poopies!"
Huh. He didn't think it tasted that bad. "An' sketties taste bettah?"
There was a long silence. "Doctah nevah haf sketties?"
"Nu...? Is dat bad?"
A jar of something red suddenly crashed to the floor next to the little doctor, making him jump. "Sketties am gweatest foodstuffs of aww fowevahs!" called Ivo from above. "Much bettew dan poopie kibbwes!"
"Ivo yu BWOKE SOMEFING!" Dr. Crazystein shouted back. "Why yu do dat?!"
"Smeww wike sketties!" the toughie shouted down even as he was climbing down, losing his footing and landing heavily almost on top of the smaller fluffy who had to scramble to dodge. He heaved himself onto two hooves and gave the red goop a cheerful lick. "Nu am sketties, but am awmost as tasty!"
Dr. Crazystein wrinkled his nose. It looked too much like candy red gore to him, and besides it was full of glass. But if Ivo liked it...
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Getting an idea, he trotted forward and picked up the ruined jar in his mouth. He walked back to the saferoom with the red goop carried carefully, Ivo following with a sour expression at the 'theft' but true to his role not doing anything about it, and he dumped the red stuff onto the kibble. It had a strange but nice taste, though he wasn't sure if the cold and the glass were influencing it. In fact, he may have put glass shards in the food along with the sketti-stuff, though Ivo didn't seem to care as he sucked up all of it like a particularly noisy vaccuum cleaner, tail wagging.
So the red sketti-stuff made other things tasty, noted Dr. Crazystein, idly toying with his broken glass. That was useful information. Good for kill-fluffy poisons, if he could stop Ivo from eating it first (which was pretty likely to happen, let's be honest).
Cheerful and with renewed spirit, Ivo stretched his legs and started trotting around the saferoom, looking around at the toys. For a while he contented himself with playing with them, chatting with the teddy bear and building with the blocks and throwing around the ball, which allowed Dr. Crazystein to clean up his new piece of glass properly and 'smooth' out the edges. It could work as a weapon, or maybe for surgery.
"Doctah, Ivo am bowed," spoke Ivo to his ear after a while. He twitched it and leaned away, nudging his glass shard safely off to the side.
"What am Doctah Cwazystein supposed ta do about dat?" he asked, turning to face Ivo. God he hated the fluffy's lack of sense of personal space.
"Doctah wan pway?"
"Nu, nu wike--" And then he was trapped in a big hug. He squirmed and tried to push free with very little success, settling for batting at his body guard. "Ivo! Wet go! What yu doing!?"
"What Doctah doing?" asked the larger fluffy, looking at the glass. "Dat si-ence?"
"Science," grumbled Dr. Crazystein, giving up on escaping. "And nu. Am jus' pwepawing fow any suwgewy stuffs."
"What am suwgwysies?"
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"SUWGEWY." He was getting impatient. Ivo knew he hated this! "Wiww expwain if yu put Doctah Cwazystein down."
With an unhappy sound, Ivo let go and the little doctor backed off. He breathed out, making a distant effort to smooth out his fur(it was beyond any kind of smoothing, even before the hug). "Suwgewy is when yu open up a fwuffy an' yu fix stuff inside it," he said. "An' yu can gif dem new insides an' bones an' stuff, too. An' yu can even put togethah a fwuffy wif pawts of othah fwuffies an' make it come awive!" Gradually as he talked, the knowledge from his visit at the veterinary clinic was mixed with that of the movie Frankenstein. He considered both equally factual.
Ivo looked starry-eyed, a look that did not exactly fit his rough exterior. "Doctah can gif Ivo wingies wif suwgweys?"
"Suw-GE-wy. An' yus!" He laughed a bit, waving his hooves before remembering how it was fluffy-speak for 'hug me' and planting them firmly back on the ground. "If Doctah Cwazystein haf wingies an' thwead, can gif Ivo wingies!"
"Ivo wan wingies! Wan fwy!" chimed his body guard, happy as a tiny foal, and rushed out of the room. The little doctor stared after him, then snickered as he followed along.
Apparently Ivo had suddenly forgotten all about the ban on science.
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Surprisingly, Ivo had stayed inside just to make sure he could watch his protegee, and nudged Dr. Crazystein to leave first. The little doctor popped through the fluffy exit, looking around the yard for its usual ferals as he waited for Ivo to accompany him.
He could only see one, and it was just a little filly in shades of gray. Dr. Crazystein shrugged - subject as subject, as long as it had wings it was good enough. He walked over to the filly, studying her - no wings. A small horn, but that wasn't what he needed. "Hewwo."
"Hewwo nice mistah fwuffy!" chirped the filly. "Sketties?"
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Why was she asking for sketties? Was this one of his old patients? "If yu be subjet, s--" he started out of habit before catching himself. He DIDN'T need this subject.
"Doctah, who dis?" asked Ivo as he trotted up beside the two. The filly backpedaled, eyes wide. "Nu be scawed, Ivo am tuffie. Keep babbehs safe!"
"Doctah am babbeh?" asked the filly cautiously, eyes flickering between the two. Dr. Crazystein decided not to answer. He decided not to take any notice of Ivo half-nodding, either.
"Am Doctah Cwazystein," he instead introduced himself. "Am a doctah! An' am wooking fow good subjets!"
"What dat? Sub-jet?" the filly repeated with a tilt of her head. Ivo shrugged. Dr. Crazystein made a mental note to teach his assistant some common scientist terms.
"Subjets awe fwuffies dat hewp wif expewiments," he explained. "An' doctahs do expewiments on subjets!"
"What espewement?"
"Is... Science!" He threw up his hooves for dramatic effect, then paused and looked up. What was that? It looked like ...
A hawk suddenly landed among the trio with a screech, digging its talons into the screaming filly as it started to take back into the air. Dr. Crazystein just stared at the bird, dumbstruck with awe. Ivo, on the other hand?
Ivo tackled it.
There was a flurry of squawking, feathers and talons as the bird tried to kick off its attacker, but this was clearly not the first time Ivo had fought birds - how could that be? how did you get used to fighting 'birds?' - and after several seconds, everything fell silent. Ivo stood there, breathing heavily over the bird's unmoving body. Its chest was caved in, and the blood of both fluffy and bird was everywhere.
"Ivo find wings," the toughie finally said after catching his breath. "Suhgehwy nao?"
Dr. Crazystein agreed mutely, stunned. The mortified filly all but forgotten, he hurried back into the house to begin his preparations.
At the very least, he couldn't doubt his assistant's skills as a bodyguard.
>>710460293
Ivo's New Wings
Dr. Crazystein stared at his supplies. A big glass shard as a scalpel, check.
Needle and thread fished out of a sewing box his mother hadn't set back in its proper space, check.
Band-aids that his mother had purposedly left in the safe room in case of an emergency, check.
Anesthesia, not check.
He could feel Ivo, his assistant, staring at him from the other side of the saferoom. The large fluffy sat completely still, wood-colored fur stained with deep red blood, only using a hoof to gently nudge the dead hawk in front of him back and forth. "Doctah am weady soon?"
"Yus, yus, am awmost weady!" the little scientist called back hurriedly. He couldn't waste any more time looking for anesthetics. There was no telling when Ivo would lose his patience, and besides Dr. Crazystein himself was impatient to get started.
He pulled his supplies over to Ivo a piece at a time, going over what he had to do in his head once more. It should be a simple procedure. He had to tend to the wounds too, though.
"Otay, Doctah Cwazystein haf to stop da bweeding an' stuff fiwst," he said, sitting in front of Ivo and motioning at the red stains. Ivo didn't move, but when the smaller fluffy brushed a hoof against his wounds he felt him quiver. He did his best to move the fur out of the way of the wounds, until he could see the gouges in his assistant's body.
He would have to use a lot of band-aids.
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>>710460730
Candi felt somewhat apprehensive as she drove up to her house. Today was the first time she had left her two fluffies alone together for a full day, and even though logic dictated they would be alright, fluffy logic dictated that an unwatched fluffy always managed to get itself into some kind of mess. Besides, ever since she had returned home almost too late to save Winter - or Dr. Crazystein as he insisted on being called - from dying of a ruptured lung, she had been a bit afraid to leave him unsupervised, even with his new bodyguard.
As she stepped into the yard she looked around, noting blood splashes and feathers in the grass along with a greyscale filly unicorn. Maybe its mother got taken by a hawk, she thought, feeling an instant pang of pity as the filly rushed up to her. "Wady! Wady! Be nyu mummah!?"
"Sorry, sweetie, but I can't. I already have two fluffies."
"Duskie know! Big woodie fwuffy save Duskie fwom big biwdie munstah an' it was WEAWWY WEAWWY COOW! An' Duskie wan be pawt of coow woodie fwuffy an' doctah famiwy!"
The filly waved her hooves in clear excitement, and Candi felt the color drain from her face. That meant the blood in the grass didn't belong to any random feral fluffy, but to her very own Ivo! She hurried into the house without even answering Duskie, or closing the door for that matter. Blood and feathers had left a long trail, and Candi followed it until she burst into the saferoom. "Winny! Where's Ivo!?"
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>>710460987
Dr. Crazystein stared up at her with a mixture of shock and pride. His entire front was stained dark red, and in his hooves was a severed bird's head. He gently set the gruesome thing down to point at the fluffy bed where Ivo was lying happy as a foal, covered in bandaids and terrible stitching work, with two large wings roughly stabbed into his back. They were clearly too heavy for him, and judging from the bloodstains Dr. Crazystein had stabbed the hollow bones through his skin, but a combination of stitches and bandaids kept them from falling back out.
Candi could do nothing but stare, eyes trailing over the rest of the saferoom. It was like something from a horror movie. A pool of blood showed where the surgery had taken place - made obvious by the discolored glass shard, empty bandaid packet and sewing supplies lying near it - and gory hoofprints lead from it throughout the room. Torn feathers had been piled in a corner, and the well-worn chemistry set had been filled with blood, an unidentifiable organ stuffed into the largest container. The bird's corpse was torn open, a pile of gore and bones, some of which Dr. Crazystein had evidently tried to clean and pile up, and right now he was cleaning the skull after having managed to remove one eye and crush the other. The water bowl had been used for cleaning SOME kind of gore in and for absolutely no reason, there were glass shards in the food bowl.
There were no words to describe how she felt, and only when a small, female voice spoke from the kitchen did she snap out of her shock. "Wady mummah? Can Duskie haf fwoow-foodsies?"
Candi let out a loud, frustrated scream. "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!"
Dr. Crazystein visibly recoiled as she pointed at him and stomped into the room. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!? I LEAVE YOU FOR ONE DAY! ONE! DAY! AND YOU SPREAD BIRD GUTS IN THE ENTIRE SAFEROOM AND STAB IVO IN SOME GODDAMN MAKESHIFT SURGERY ATTEMPT TO TURN YOUR BODYGUARD INTO A HAWK!!"
>>710461136
"Uh- nu- Doctah Cwa--"
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!" The fluffy jumped, mismatched eyes darting around at the mess he had caused. "YOU ARE CLEANING ALL OF THIS UP RIGHT NOW, YOUNG MAN, OR ELSE I AM BREAKING EVERY SINGLE THING YOU OWN TWICE OVER AND LOCKING YOU INTO THE GODDAMN BATHTUB EVERY DAY I GO TO WORK! IS THAT CLEAR!?"
"Yus mummah." Dr. Crazystein's voice was tiny and his every feature drooped. "W-Wiww cwean aww of it..."
"Wady mummah!" called the filly from the kitchen again. "Can Duskie haf fwoow-foodsies?"
Candi snatched up Ivo, who made a startled grunt and kicked at the air, then left the saferoom and slammed the door shut. Duskie following her into the house when she'd clearly said no did very little to help her mood, though the mix of frustration and horror was starting to lean more toward worry. She'd have to call the vet again and ask about what to do with Ivo, but for now, she should go and throw out Duskie ...
... She entered the kitchen to find the fridge wide open, food kicked out onto the floor (including a shattered jar of what had once been pasta sauce), multiple broken cupboard doors, and bottles of detergent, bleach, drain cleaner and other things scattered around. Duskie sat by a lukewarm piece of cheese, patiently waiting for an answer so she could dig in. Candi made a strangled sound, then turned around and just left the house. She half-dropped Ivo on the steps, walked out into the yard, and fell to a sit with her head in her hands.
It took about fifteen minutes for Ivo to walk up and put a reassuring hoof on her hip. She fought the urge to hit him away. "Nu be mad at doctah," the fluffy urged. "Ivo wan wings, doctah hewp."
Candi bit back a reply, grimaced, then slumped in defeat. What was she even supposed to do? She couldn't keep the fluffies at home if THIS was what would happen. She glanced to Ivo, big woody Ivo the ex-feral who was probably going to die from some combination of bird flu, blood poisoning and infection.
>>710461304
... Oh yeah, she should probably call the vet. She fished out her phone and exhaled, composing herself as best she could as she called the number.
"Yeah, hey. This is Candi ... Can I talk to Dr. Andersson?" ... "Yeah." ... "It's okay. I'll wait. Trust me, I don't think any other vet would understand."
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By the time she returned home with Ivo, it had gotten dark out. Dr. Andersson had wanted to study the fluffy's wounds and wings, and they had together determined that Ivo was quite proud of his new appendages, pain or infection or not, and thus utterly refused to let them remove the things. Taking them by force might cause him to become violent later on, with Dr. Crazystein being the most likely victim, and there was nothing preventing him from just killing another bird to get new wings whenever he got an opening anyway. As a result, the vet just cleaned his wounds up and did what he could to embalm the wings, so that they wouldn't just rot and fall apart. Candi also got a receipt for antibiotics, which she had fetched before they returned home.
"Wook, wady mummah! Am home!" Duskie gasped from her spot beside Ivo. She had brought the filly along to drop her off at the shelter where she had bought Ivo, but as soon as the car stopped and the ex-feral saw the sign, he had grabbed onto the tiny fluffy and hidden her under himself. He had nearly suffocated her before Candi finally agreed not to drop her off.
She still planned to get rid of the filly, but at least for the night, she was stuck with her. Candi sighed as she pulled up to the driveway, but soon they were all indoors and she collapsed on the couch, letting herself sink into the cushions. God, she could just fall asleep right now, without even washing up or eating dinner. As she was dozing off, though, someone tapped at her arm. She swatted vaguely at the air.
Ivo tapped at her again. "Nu can weach doctah."
>>710461553
Oh, right. She had locked him in the saferoom. Candi groaned, pushing herself up to her feet. She would have to clean up that horrible bird corpse before it begun to rot and smell everywhere... "Hang on, I got it..."
Exhausted, she opened the saferoom door, but to her surprise the room was squeaky clean. Dr. Crazystein had gotten rid of as much of the gore as he possibly could, with a dedicated corner for the bird's head, feathers, and various supplies he'd wanted to keep, and the rest of the corpse collected into his food bowl. He sat there, looking tired and kind of sick, smiling awkwardly in an attempt to look his best.
Maybe, Candi thought as she picked up the foodbowl and left to toss out its contents, maybe these fluffies were salvageable after all.
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And that's the end of the currently available Dr. Crazystein stories.
something about foals getting abused is interesting. I would never wish it on a real animal.
>>710451621
>>710452421
>I think there are a few stories involving anthros being used as test cases for menial labor jobs and even a few as teaching assistants but they turned into porn near the end. Some anthro stories with more intelligent anthros also draw parallels to slavery.
You might be thinking of my work.
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/37656
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/37657
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/38453
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/38454
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/38640
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/38641
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/39412
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/39413
The second part of this has the roadmap for where I was eventually going with the anthro fluffs but that's not really going to happen now.
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/39503
https://www.fluffybooru.org/post/view/39504
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>>710463351
I was walking home from the corner store late on a Sunday afternoon after satisfying my need for an energy drink and some beef jerky when I heard the familiar cry of, "Dummeh hoomin! Go way! Dis smawty wand!"
"Great." I said to myself. "A feral herd has moved into my neighborhood." IF I'd been anywhere else, I'd have kept walking and just ignored the source but this was ~my~ home turf. No way am I letting a bunch of feral shit rats ruin it.
>>710464818
continue please?
>>710464818
"Am wawning you!" The little voice challenged again. "Smawty gif biggest hewties if dummeh hoomin nu weave!"
I cocked an eyebrow as I laid eyes on my verbal assailant. A hot pink Earthie stallion with a slightly darker pink mane and tail stood a few yards away from me. He had his little cheeks puffed up and was certainly doing his best to look intimidating. Whatever it was was more comical than threatening. I'd been bitten by fluffies before. It's really more of an annoyance or discomfort than a real injury. I gave the area a quick survey for any signs of this smarty's herd.
Huh?
Nothing.
He looked like he was alone.
>impending_doom
>>710465375
In fact, looking a little closer, the fluffy standing before me didn't even look like a fully grown adult yet. I crouched down and held out my hand. "Hey buddy! Where's your owner?" I asked while trying to sound friendly.
"Nu haf dummeh Daddeh nu mowe!" he grunted. The stallion took on a broad grin. "Gif dummeh Daddeh biggest hewties!" A little hoof stomp let me know he was serious. "An nu am Buddy! Am Smawty!"
Translation: his previous owner got tired of this bullshit smarty behavior and kicked him out.
>>710461841
Thanks for the dump, man! Pretty good read actually
>>710465980
>Fuck. Gotta get to bed so have to cut this short.
"Okay, okay." I said while backing off. "I don't want any trouble."
The stallion advanced a few steps toward me and stomped his hooves again. "Go way now!" he insisted. Just then, a loud grumble emanated from his stomach. He shifted around in an attempt to make it look like it was on purpose. I bet that he hadn't eaten in a while and was getting fairly hungry at this point. So hungry that he might just eat...
I slipped my backpack off of my shoulder. Inside I carried a bottle of multi-colored tablets that looked like Tums. I shook a few out into my palm and offered them to the fluffy. "Hey boy, I bet you'd like something tasty to eat."
The stallion looked at me and then at the tablets. "Nu wan!" He announced. "Go way!" I could tell that his stomach was telling his brain something different judging by the drool forming in the corners of his mouth.
"Okay, okay." I said again. I laid the tablets on the sidewalk and backed away. "I'll just leave these her in case you decide you want them."
As I turned to leave, I stole a quick glance behind me. The stallion was waiting until I was further away but I could see him inching toward the tabs. When he figured I was actually leaving, he pounced and hungrily gobbled up the treats. I smiled as I heard all manner of crunching and slobbering behind me.
"Contains zinc phosphide." I read to myself off of the bottle's label. "Not for human consumption."
>>710467372
Should have added "THE END" onto this post.
Zinc phosphide is one of many chemicals used as rat poison.
