“Bwdson nu wike da wheew” The orange pegasus said, face hiding behind his hooves, or rather hoof. Budson only had one foot pad left, the others replaced with scar tissue, but he hid best he could anyway.
Dr. Redacted checked the clipboard he held, reading the first page and glancing at the second. “Looks like you made bad poopies again Budson. So it’s time to spin the wheel.”
Budson, miserable, waddled as best he could up to the button that spun the wheel. The doctor always made him press it, even though no matter how he did so, the wheel was always mean to him. Last time the wheel took away the bendy part in his front right leggie, and now with only two bendy parts left, walking was difficult and slow.
“Pwease doktah, nu meanie wheew, Bwdson nu mean make ba’ poopies. Poopie pwace nu teww Bwdson wen poopie time am anymowe. Aww Budson feew am da meanie poopies weebin’ an’ bein’ ba’ poopies.” The fluffy begged, not wanting any more of the doctor’s changes.
It had been this way as long as Budson could remember. Even as a weanling foal, the doctor spun the wheel and did something to Budson. The first time it happened, he remembered the doctor laughing darkly, and wearing a sinister grin. Budson didn’t know what the doctor did that first time, but ever since then, Budson never felt the upcoming need to poop. It would just slide out of him, unannounced, to Budson’s growing dismay.
Early on the doctor had done smaller things, like take the tough foot pad from one of his hoovesies and replace it with soft owwie-skin. Then the things got bigger. One day Budson was sprayed with meanie no-hair spray on his head, and ever since then, his pretty orange mane never grew back. His head was always cold now.
Budson braced himself before looking at the doctor again, hoping for a last minute reprieve, but there was none to be had. He held down the button as the wheel spun, and hid his face in behind his hoof after he let go, hoping the wheel would just spin forever and the doctor would leave him alone.
“Oh my, an eye, today’s not your day Budson.” Dr. Redacted said, carrying over a fluffy immobilization hoof board. “Okay, like normal put your hooves in here, there you go, I know it’s hard without knees.” He said as he guided Budson’s legs into the holes in the board. “This will be nice and quick”
“NU WAN, Bwdson nee see pwaces!” the fluffy begged, but it was pointless.
Dr. Redacted talked to Budson as he set the crude suction cup onto the fluffy’s eye, using his other hand to hold open the eyelid. “I know you don’t like losing parts, but you should have thought about that before you made bad poopies.”
A short pull was all that was needed and the eyeball was out. Dr. Redacted could have given him a glass eye, but he wanted the other fluffies to see what happened to bad fluffies.
Budson sobbed as he was carried back to the very large saferoom and the twenty or so other fluffies he lived with, dreading their reactions. They already called him ‘wowstest dummeh’ but now that he was missing an eye, the first one to see him shouted MUNSTA.
Budson just collapsed into a fluffy lump and sobbed.
Dr. Redacted spoke into his tape recorder. “Procedure successful, eye removed without complication, Subject Budson further traumatized. End report.”
The doctor knew that he’d be taking something else from Budson later that day or early the next, as ever since his rectal nerves had been severed, the fluffy had no way of controlling his bowels whatsoever.
