Title:           Fluffy Derpy: Chapter 5
Author:          Hugboxfag
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First Edit:      Friday 1st of June 2012 10:10:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 1st of June 2012 10:10:24 PM CDT

>Derpy’s been doing exceedingly well with her training
>it’s like her prosthetic leg is the real one
>she hasn’t damaged it ever since the doctor’s office, and she can run, jump and play like any other fluffy
>her flying has gotten a bit better, too
>she can at least aim now, so there’s been less “ouchies” to her and your belongings
>she’s so proud that you trust her enough to put out the easily breakable stuff when she’s around it
>to celebrate, you buy up a bunch of various foods
>so far she’s only had plain, but today you’re going all out
>blueberry, chocolate chip, carrot, and regular in case she doesn’t like the special flavors
>you even found a recipe for jelly filled muffins
>and since you usually use pre-made mix, you decide to make them homemade, too
>you figure Derpy would enjoy her muffins even more if she helped make them
>”Derpy! Come here!”
>you hear some stumbling down the hallway and Derpy skids on in
>”Daddeh?”
>”Hey. Do you want to help make the special muffins?”
>she stares at you in wonder
>”Spechuh muffehs?”
>you confirm that fact and tell her what kinds you two are going to make
>her jaw opens more and more with each type you list until she’s practically drooling on herself
>you prepare all of the ingredients you need, and grab a massive salad bowl
>after the last time Derpy tried to crack eggs, you decide to do that part yourself
>you let her pour in the various dry ingredients, and most of them go on the counter
>she apologizes profusely, but you just scoop it up in your hand and throw it in the bowl
>you tell her to give you the jam, and she topples it over
>despite being a good walker, she sure is clumsy
>you throw the muffins in the oven
>you have fifteen minutes until they’re done
>you and Derpy finish preparing the carrot cupcake mix, and you finish up the blueberry, too
>still four minutes left
>well, this is as good a time as any to head to the washroom
>”Derpy, daddy’s going to be back in a minute. Stay here, okay?”
>she nods and turns back to the assortment of muffin mixes
>you enter the bathroom and relieve yourself
>as you start to zip up, you hear a high-pitched sound
>it’s Derpy, screeching
>as you rush out, you realize your incredibly obvious mistakes
>you left her unattended around both liquids and a hot oven
>you run into the kitchen to see what’s happened
>there’s no sign of Derpy
>”Derpy? Derpy!”
>no response
>you look towards the oven and counter
>there’s muffin mix all over the counter, trickling down it, and then hoofprints of the stuff leading to the oven
>you throw open the door, fearing the worst
>the muffins are toppled over, there’s spilt muffin mix covering the bottom, but no sign of Derpy
>so she must be alive
>you sigh with relief, but quickly get back to searching
>you hear a loud “NUUUUUU!” from the backyard
>you run outside and see Derpy running around the yard, covered in muffin mix, trying to run away from her tail,
>upon looking a bit closer, you see that’s because her tail’s on fire
>and the rest of the backyard is catching fire, too
>”Oh, holy FUCK!”
>you run into the backyard, unsure of what to do
>shock overwhelms you, and your thinking becomes hazy
>”Nuuu! Go ‘way, meanie buwnie! Hewp! Buwnie hewt Dewpy!”
>water
>you’ve got to find water
>you run back inside and grab a bucket and start filling it with water
>far too slowly
>you head back outside with half a cup of water and dump it on Derpy
>she sputters and starts crying, but she’s okay
>suddenly, you just snap right back to sanity
>stupid, what were you doing with a bucket?!
>you sprint over to the side of your house, and grab the garden hose
>you twist the valve as fast as you can and run back to the yard
>a bunch of flaming patches have appeared all throughout the grass
>you stick your thumb over the hose and spray everything you can
>Derpy gets soaked again, but you could care less at this point
>after a couple minutes, the flames are gone
>you let out a couple heavy breaths
>you rush over to Derpy and pick her up, not very gently
>”WHAT DID YOU DO?! WHY WERE YOU ON FIRE?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!”
>her eyes fill with tears, and she looks away, sobbing
>”Sowwy, daddeh…Dewpy jus wan be muffeh…”
>”Derpy, you could’ve burnt down the entire house down! You could’ve killed yourself!”
>”No wan die…”
>as she quivers in your hands, you’re not sure what to feel
>you don’t want to see her cry, but she needs to know what she did was wrong
>all she wanted was to be a muffin, she didn’t mean any harm
>your angry expression drops into one of sadness
>you realize that you’re mad because she almost hurt herself, not because of the lawn
>well, you are sort of mad about the lawn, but you can buy new grass seeds
>”Derpy, you scared me. I thought you were going to die.”
>”No mean scawe daddeh…Dewpy sowwy…”
>you hug her tightly
>”Listen, you’re not allowed near the oven when daddy is away. If it looks like it might hurt you, ask daddy if it’s okay, first.”
>”O-okay, daddeh…”
>”We’ll make muffins tomorrow. We’re not going to try again today. I think we need some talking time.”
>Derpy hugs you tighter
>”No wan die, daddeh.”
>”I don’t want you to die, either.”
>you sit there, hugging her, for hours
>in the burnt remains of your backyard