Dr. Rare

by Art Inspired

Episode Two, Part One: Sweetie Wants a XXX, too!

Author's Note:

The following fiction is an adaptation of Dr. Slump, and it focuses primarily on outdated jokes and questionable themes from Japan that some may find offensive, and/or discomforting. Dr. Slump is owned and written by:
~Akira Toriyama
~Published by Shueisha
~For Monthly Shōnen Jump

We find our hero, Dr. Rare Belle out and about. Whilst shopping for his newest invention, Sweetie Belle, he comes to a startling realization.

"So, I've got her all of the expensive as hell clothes that she wanted. I even got some of the shirts and hats tailored with Sweetie's name on them... Now all I need is... Wait a minute..."

He stopped just after entering the women's undergarments section of the store, and thought to himself, "Oh, no... I haven't thought this all the way through. Sweetie is a little girl, and I'm... a grown steed. I could never get away with buying... w-with buying..."

The panties were on sale for 20% off.

He walked slowly, but timidly backwards, and acted as if he was lost. Once in the clear, he whispered, "I can't do it..." He peered at the mares that stood behind the counter. "They'll think I'm a pervert for buying panties no-less a pair or two for a kid. The clothes are normal. I can say that they're gifts, but panties? And what if I don't go through with this? I just can't have Sweetie going around without any underwear on!"

Then he got an idea. An awful idea... The professor had a wonderful, awful idea.

"That's it! I know just what to do!" The professor laughed in thought, "I'll put on some mascara and some lipstick, too!"

He soon found himself buying another dress, but this time, this one wasn't for Sweetie. "Yes, well, actually we do in fact have a one-piece dress that may just fit you... sir..."

"Ahaha, like I keep telling everyone, the wife asked me to pick a lot of these things up for her! The dress is for my mother, though, and these things aren't mine! It's mostly gifts for a friend's child! Hahahah!"

"Hah..." The pony had a tilted head, and he then asked cockily, "So, one dress for your mother? I see... I'm sure that you must be very proud that your mother also has the exact same measurements as you do... I think I have just the thing!"

Dr. Rare sighed. "I-I-I'll leave it to you..."

At last, Dr. Rare was all alone in the bathroom. After shaving, he slopped the mascara onto his face as best as he could. On went the wig, and out of the bathrooms emerged a fat Rarity.

"That damn bastard jerk... Who in the right mind would buy their mother a skimpy schoolgirl uniform?" he thought as he walked along angrily. Unfortunately, his disguise wasn't a very good one, but nevertheless, the professor was determined to carry out his mission. "I feel like the very embodiment of perversion!"

He walked around inside of the little girl's section for a few minutes and slipped by the clerk pony more than once. Eventually, Dr. Rare approached her awkwardly, and smiled.

It was the creepiest smile the clerk had ever seen.

Nervously, he asked her, "Um... H-hello... P-p..."

"Hmm...?"

"Panties..." He looked all around anxiously. "I'd like to buy some, uh... P-panties..."

"I'm... sorry, I didn't quite get that. Could you speak up?"

Again, "P-panties..."

"Pants? The young filly's pants is-"

"PANTIES!" Everypony heard him yelling. "Not pants... PANTIES!"

She gasped, and quickly replied, "Oh, yes, o-of course. One moment, please..."

She brought back a humongous pair of bloomers.

"Yes! I think these will fit you very well, ma'am!"

They also had a printing of an elephant's face in the front.

Dr. Rare became furious, and yelled even louder, "They ain't for me!"

"Ah!" She jumped, and she then threw the elephant print panties up into the air.

"Oh," Dr. Rare said with embarrassment. "Pardon me! I meant to say that they aren't actually for myself. I'm just shopping for a friend. Ohoh!"

The large pair of panties then floated down, and from behind the counter, the pony hid while exclaiming silently, "S-s-she's so scary...!"

In time, Dr. Rare had everything that he needed from the mall. Shortly following a quick cleanup, he headed back home. Sweetie was already back from school and was quickly found lying on the living room floor while watching dumb cartoons on the television.

She laughed, "Hahahaha!"

"Sweetie, I got you more clothes to wear," Dr. Rare said as he entered. "Try on whichever you like the most. I just want to make sure it's going to all properly fit you..." She had on a pair of short white socks accompanied by yellow-colored slippers. Next was a basic red shirt, and finally, some blue overalls. Dr. Slump asked, "What do you think?"

She looked herself over with a quaint smile, and complimented him, "It's perfect."

"Really? Everything fits just fine, huh? Oh, thank goodness for that!"

At this time, my young friend, the little blue bird who holds a really big pencil would like to point something out. He points at Dr. Rare's big face, and says, "Look! He's got a mustache again! You wouldn't have known that if it wasn't for me!"

"By the way, Doctor?"

"Yes, Sweetie? What is it?"

Nothing in the world could've prepared him for what he was about to hear next.

"Why don't I have... a thingie..."

"Hmm?" He glanced at her. "What... thingie?"

"That thing! It's just down there." She pointed loosely, and then said, "I don't have one!"

"GAH!"

He fell off of his chair, but Sweetie just continued, "We were undressing in the filly's locker room today, and all of the other girls especially Jane was saying that I'm weird because... well, because I don't have anything down there!"

Dr. Rare slowly tried to get back up, but he couldn't believe what was happening all of the sudden. "Th-this... can't be happening!"

He at last rose back up, and onto all four of his shaky hooves, but he just stayed like that with his back facing her. He was mortified. How could he have forgotten?

Sweetie Belle then said, "It's something very important..."

He glanced her way.

"I'm missing a-"

"GAAAH!" he covered her mouth and resumed shouting. "HAAA GAAAH, BLAAAH! You people reading this on your fancy computers, or your cellphones didn't hear anything, right?" He laughed with embarrassment.

"Doctor!" Sweetie pushed his arm aside, and exclaimed, "I want one, too!"

"GAH!"

He once again was on the floor and overwhelmed by disbelief.

"Hah..." He groaned, "Haaahhh..."

"Am I a perfect android?"

He looked at her sternly. "Yes. You are, Sweetie Belle."

"You liar!" She pointed her hoof at him, and asked, "How? Just how could I possibly be the world's most perfect robot... without something like that thing?!"

The professor held his head with both of his hooves. He now felt beyond mortified, but Sweetie was right. "How could this h-have happened?"

"Hoyo?"

He spoke aloud. "It's not... as if I forgot on purpose, Sweetie Belle, but... you see..." He became animated, and shocked. "I can't help it, for you see... I've... never even seen one for myself!!!" He looked at her, and confessed, "I've... only seen bits and pieces of a woman's body, so... without accurate data... Even a sophisticated genius such as I couldn't have done anything about it!"

That's when Sweetie made an excellent suggestion. "Well then," she said politely. "Let's go find somepony who will show us theirs!"

"Gah! No!"

"I know," Sweetie continued to say, ignoring Dr. Rare. "We can go ask Jane! I bet she and her sister will both show us what it looks like! Isn't that exciting, Doctor? Doctor?"

"Enough! Sweetie, no girl will freely show us that!"

Sweetie was so confused. "Why not?" She asked with a pout, "What's the big deal?"

"They just... They won't!"

"But..." Sweetie next closed her eyes, and she then breathed in deeply. After a second or two, she shouted very loudly, "I WANT ONE!!!"

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Surprised this story didn't get an update given the sensible passing of Akira Toriyama, not even a homanage?