Fetish-shy, Ballbusting

> fluttershy hasn't shown up yet
> I'm thoroughly worried
> walking around town
> expecting it any minute
> turn a corner
> see nothing
> hear nothing
> feel the pain of my love, my anger, and all of my sorrow
> collapse on the floor, hand grasping my groin
> "hey anon"
> puke
> "are you ok?"
> struggle to speak
no....I'm not
> "did you like it"
no....I didn't
> "I'm so sorry anon"
can't...breathe
> pass out
> wake up in hospital
> nurses are giggling at me
> realize, I've got a cast holding my legs open, with my balls exposed
> doctor walks in
doctor, what's going on here?
> "fluttershy told us about your accident. Right now you've sustained minor internal damage, which is causing intense swelling"
why do they need to be exposed though
> "so that we can observe the treatment"
> dammit, logic
> fluttershy walks in
> she looks immediately at my crotch, but upon seeing my swollen, bloated sack, looks away
> "hey anon"
> doctor leaves
> "I'm really sorry about what happened"
> she licks my sack, as some weird form of apology
> yelp in pain
> "oh...sorry"
> "so it's not your fetish right?"
no fluttershy, it's not my fetish
> she walks out of the hospital room
> that horrible feeling when everyone can see your sack
> that even more horrible feeling when your sack is hideous as shit and deformed and bloated and blue