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The Ballad of Fluffy the Deathclaw and his Reluctant Messiah of Doom (1d/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-08 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)“Huh?”
The former scribe peered around the open door to the bathroom, followed by the inquisitive face of Cass, peeking over her own.
“A baby deathclaw,” the Courier continued, “is it a calf? Pup? Kit? Cria?”
“How should I know,” Veronica rolled her eyes, “we’re doing our nails though, if you wanna join us.”
“Holy shit,” Cass slipped around her into the hallway, her mind jumping ahead to the obvious, “did you do what I think you did?”
Rex stepped forward, the tiny deathclaw hooked onto his back by the fur running across his shoulders.
“That is amazing,” Veronica said, stepping into the hallway herself, “and now we’re all going to die, right?”
Fluffy quickly decided that, though Lily was his mother, Arcade was a close second and Rex was his unofficial mentor in the zen of being a good dog. He helped Lily slice various meats for dinner sometimes with his rapidly growing claws, but mostly he followed the cyberdog around and learned how to pee on people’s legs while the Courier was trying to talk to them. When Rex did this, people generally kicked at him. But when a thirty-pound deathclaw attempted it, many people just tried to pretend nothing had happened. This finally got a chuckle out of Boone when Fluffy did it to President Kimball, and also a comment that the thing really needed some obedience training.
Friday gave this some thought. Veronica had convinced Fluffy not to chew on the pool table and also to nudge someone with his head (softly!) when he had to go outside, both good things, and most of the people he had mauled/tried to play with were chem Fiends anyway. But manners? For a deathclaw?
“The Kings are hosting a puppy training class in Freeside,” Craig finally planted a flyer in front of her one afternoon, “you’re going.”
The Courier found Fluffy behind H&H Tools the day of the class, gnawing on a derelict Securitron. He had already dug an eight foot hole, and was attempting to force bits of the robot into this. Upon seeing Friday however, he forgot all about that plan and dashed up to her, smothering her face with saliva-soaked puppy kisses.
“Aww, my baby,” she laughed, pulling the beast down by the spiked collar Veronica had bought him. “I luv you so much! We’re gonna have a really, really, REALLY great day to-day! Aren’t we, Fluffy-fluff?”
The deathclaw looked suitably impressed, even if he had no idea what was going on.
“And then…and then! I’m giving you a b-a-t-h!”
Fluffy must be getting smarter, she concluded later, because he shot off like a rocket after she finished spelling and didn’t come back until after dinner that night, which fortunately for Friday was right around the time the puppy class started. Unfortunately for everyone else in the class, however, Fluffy had found a very dead cazadore hours before that needed a good rolling, and there was no time to give him a bath.
The King himself was teaching the session, but he didn’t ask any questions (there were three kids with mole rats in the class anyway), and so two months later the Courier dashed into the Lucky 38 suite with Fluffy on a leash and a certificate of completion under her arm. She showed the crumpled thing to Boone, who she thought was going to asphyxiate himself from laughing so hard.
“Well now that he’s got good manners,” Friday said, “I should take him to The Fort to meet Caesar, he’d like that.”
Craig looked up at her, looked over at Fluffy again, and then went back to dying of laughter.
“That’s a five-star plan,” Cass sauntered into the game room, “about damn time we visited that place again, and with a deathclaw.”
“Wanna come with me Cass,” the Courier asked, “Fluffy listens pretty good to you too.”
“Hell ya,” she smiled, “there’s a lotta really nice ass that side of the river! When do we leave?”
Re: The Ballad of Fluffy the Deathclaw and his Reluctant Messiah of Doom (1d/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-01-26 02:46 am (UTC)(link)Also I love the idea of the King giving puppy lessons, and kids taking mole rats to the class.