An Inner Desire

Three Days later, Nurse Redhearth's house

“So, Redhearth, do you have already took my Certificate of  Insanity ? I know that sooner or later that proud stallion will try to skin me, and the last thing that I want to do is lost my medical license for THAT, plus, I'd like to avoid further problems about that”

“Don't worry, I have it right here, now, as advice for who wants your service and unaware of your condition, I will copy it and place it on the door of the clinic.”

“Seems a good idea, alright, see you later”, Francis took his trench and exited from his home.

In the afternoon, after a normal routine of check ups, Francis peeped over the waiting room, seeing Scootaloo lying down with some tears on her face, Francis went near she and asked :

“What's the deal Scootaloo ?”

The orange filly high ed her head and said with a very sad voice :

“They told me that I will never fly... because my wings are affected by dwarfism... so I came here in hope that you could fix that...”

Francis widened his eyes, and with sheepish smile said “I don't know if I can help you in this... I can try to contact someone for some artificial wings,  but I doubt that someone does them, otherwise, I'm certain that you will be already flying freely... but if they told you that you have wings dwarfism, well, then let me a week for find a way for implanting working wings, creating them  and I will help you in this”

Scootaloo smiled and said : “Well... thanks”, then she went away.

At night, Francis looked for an anatomy book for get some info about how implant the wings... and how : after all, he wasn't trained for do such things.

After almost an hour  of looking in the Nurse's library, Francis found it out, and looked for the “Wings” section : he read it for hours and tried to memorize the parts of the brain used for moving wings, and, finally found out a solution; now it was only matter of time and mixes to decide the fate of Scootaloo, if a total fail, a painful staus quo or an improvement.

The next day, Francis did a deep search in the clinic about the artificial wings : he looked in the stockpiles, but in vain, so he tried to see if a combination with an artificial leg and some feathers could work, but he quickly realized that was too heavy for let Scootaloo fly : even if a decade passed since the last time, he still remembered how the birds fly, and knew that needed something of light, flexible and yet durable; so Francis took some rubber tubes, placed in them an iron thread, and prepared a small motor for see how it worked: Francis saw that the composition worked, but it was still too much fragile, so he simply took a pen and wrote a note about buying aluminum tubes.

Five days later, trying after trying, Francis finally finished the construction of the artificial wings : they were a bit crude, but they surely worked, and the aesthetics could arrive after : now it was the moment of implanting them.

Francis waited the arrival of Scootaloo, and for the first time, the expression was the one of agitation rather than fear: maybe she was thinking about how she will fly like every other element of her species, maybe she was thinking about she had the guts to undergone under a radical transformation by her own will or God knows what....

Scootaloo's view

Scootaloo was very excised about gaining artificial wings : she was going to fly like every other pegasi, and she was going to show everyone that she had the guts of undergoing this operation.

Scootaloo smiled at Francis and said :“So, Francis, what's the plan ? “

“Well, first, you will be anesthetized on the back, then I will cut off your wings for replacing them, then, when the anesthetic will wore off, I will try to place the artificial wings with various means and in different places, until you can move them”

Scootaloo asked shocked

“What ? I will be awake for the whole operation ?”

“Yes, after all, what I need to do is just cut off your wings without you unwary, after that, I need you awake anyway”.

Scootaloo's mood passed to fear mixed with tense, but then she shrugged it off, thinking about the outcome.

A minute later, Francis returned with a needle, and used it on the filly's flank : Scootaloo didn't felt immediately the back anymore, thus, she was transported by Francis in the operation room.

After she was placed, Scootaloo saw Francis drinking a glass full of a green-red liquid : the medicines! Scootaloo sighed of relief, and laid down slowly.

Some minutes later, Scootaloo watched what was going on her back, and saw that her flesh wings were gone, and instead, two surrogates of wings where there : they looked like to two plastic folders bound toghter with a tube than actual wings, Scootaloo commented :

“Francis, are you sure that this can work ? I mean...”

“I'm certain, now, because you are awake, could you keep your back open a bit ? I can't...”

A snap was heard, and Scootaloo hissed of pain.

Francis said “Now... alright... I place this in the muscle... deep like this... could you try to fly please now ?”

Scootaloo tried, and she saw surprised her : she could fly... but when she tried to land on the four hooves, she could not do it. Scootaloo asked “Is it normal ? Or...”

“CRAP! I fixed a problem and created another one!”

“What are you saying ? Are you meaning that...”

“Wait a minute...” Scootaloo felt the Francis's hands going in the cut and painfully placing some pieces of the back... then Scootaloo could stand up : barely, but she could.

“Now, I guess that I broke accidentally your spine : I managed to fix it partially, but it seems that it didn't improved a lot...”

Scootaloo said “Well, it's fine for me: now please close the cut”, and so Francis started to close it up...

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and when he finished, Scootaloo tried to fly away: when she saw that it wasn't an illusion, she started to cry of joy : now she could emulate her idol, and with iron wings, no less.

Three Days later, Scootaloo showed to the world her new wings : not anymore the two unuseful dwarfen limbs of flesh on the back, but two steel plates, strong enough for lift  her  and still  enough light.

When Scootaloo flew for the first time in front of everyone, no one could belive it : in three days her wings grew more than in her six years of life, and was surely quite fast : she seemed finally ready for begin accepted by her birds of feather.