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- (Originally written with the intent to gross people out. Then they started thinking with their dicks.)
- "Ah! Wha- Anon! Not th- HNNG! Th-that's my butt! OW!"
- >This is what your patient says as you stick two of your fingers into her anus.
- >Looks like you skipped to the next part of the exam too quick without giving her time to let the information sink in.
- "Sorry about that, Miss Sparkle. I had a feeling that maybe it would go better if I didn't give you time to worry."
- >Maybe that wasn't the best thing to try to say to cover up your mistake, but whatever.
- >She probably can't think straight with her rectum being stretched open by your digits, anyway.
- >Twilight Sparkle.
- >She came into the office today complaining about a stomach ache that had been persisting for an extended amount of time.
- >You've never had her as a patient before, but her regular physician was out for the week.
- >Turns out, you were the only one available at this time.
- >The both of you are actually pretty good friends, you talked quite a bit with the bookworm when you first got here. Hell, you still get together with her a few times a week to talk and do whatever.
- >Maybe she'll let your mistake slide.
- >After realizing you've zoned out with your fingers inside your friend's butt, you continue with your duty of lubricating her up for the scope.
- >That's one thing you found interesting about being a doctor here in Equestria.
- >For some reason or other, most clinics only accepted you if you had at least one specialty in addition to being a standard physician.
- >Let's just say that due to a lost bet, you ended up learning how to be a proctologist.
- >You feel as her sphincter tightens around your lubricated fingers while she shifts uncomfortably.
- >"Nngh..."
- >Twilight's face is contorted into that of discomfort, along with a heavy blush spreading across her cheeks.
- >The ones on her face, you mean.
- >You are starting to not be able to move your finger because of how tight she is getting.
- >Fucking horse anatomy, man.
- >With your free hand, you reach out and pat Twilight on the back.
- "Hey, just relax; clenching only makes it harder for you and me. Try to push out instead, alright?"
- >The purple mare reluctantly complies and relaxes herself enough for you to continue your job.
- >"This is so... a-ah... embarrassing... and awkward..."
- >The unicorn definitely has a point; you've never seen her in this kind of position before.
- >For a few seconds, you rotate your finger around inside of her, being sure to lubricate her well for what is coming up.
- >When you feel like you've gotten the flesh lubed up enough, you begin withdrawing your finger.
- >As your digit slides out, she looks back at you, her brow scrunched up while biting her lower lip.
- >You take off your specially made glove and toss it in the trash bin.
- >Twilight watches you carefully as you prepare your tools.
- >Looking over to her with the scope in your hand, you speak.
- >"This is the proctoscope. I'll be using this to look inside of your colon to see if there is anything wrong.
- >Twilight's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and she looks like she's on the verge of passing out.
- >Yeah, you don't blame her.
- >This isn't something you'd like to have done, either.
- >Unfortunately though, all of the doctors here don't have fingers, and use scopes like this instead; or if they're unicorns, they have a spell to actually feel up there.
- >That's one advantage that you have that the medical board somehow approved of in certain conditions.
- >For example, lubrication. As opposed to introducing a lubricated scope all at once, you can start with your fingers first.
- >Taking the bottle of lubricant, you squeeze a generous amount onto the end of the tool.
- "Okay Twilight, I'm just going to move your tail back, and you'll feel me touching you back there. Then, I'll insert the scope."
- >The pony nods, beads of sweat forming on her face.
- >She stands up on the table, and turns so her backside is facing you.
- >You step closer to her, and gently take her tail in your hand.
- >Predictably, she tenses up at your touch.
- >"Are you sure we have to do this, Anon?"
- >You stop to respond.
- "From what you said, you've been having problems for days. This could be serious, and you shouldn't wait any longer."
- >The last thing you want to do is lose one of the few friends you have here.
- >"I-I know... It's just that we're friends and all. It makes it worse than it already is..."
- >You look up.
- "I understand, Twilight. I know I can't make you do anything, and I'm not trying to be a pervert when I say that you shouldn't drop this appointment."
- >A sigh is the response you get.
- >"O-okay. You're right, continue..."
- >Your hand returns to her tail, and you move it out of the way.
- >Twilight's most intimate parts are exposed to you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't stare for a bit.
- >There's always that feeling about seeing a friend of the opposite gender in a revealing position.
- >On one hand, you've got pussy in front of you. On the other, there's a huge fucking elephant in the room for the next few days.
- >Fuck it, you gotta focus on your work for now.
- >While keeping her tail out of the way, you use your two fingers to spread her pucker.
- >Yet again, she tenses up.
- >Using the best calming voice you can, you speak.
- "Just relax, I'll be gentle... Just do the same as you did with my finger, it will be just fine."
- >You wait for her outer ring to relax.
- >When it does, you carefully probe it with the scope.
- >A small whimper is heard from her end as you start putting more pressure on.
- >Soon, the tip of the obturator is all the way in, meaning all that's left is the thickest part, the scope itself.
- >"A-anon, I think it's t-too- Ngg! Too big..!"
- >Okay, really. Sure, you wouldn't wanna go through this either, but goddam. You wouldn't be so afraid of it.
- >You stop in an attempt to let her get used to the stretching.
- >About a minute passes before she speaks.
- >"I'm r-ready."
- >No use in waiting around.
- >You start putting pressure back on the proctoscope.
- >The room is completely silent aside from the slimy sounds of the scope sliding into Twilight's poop chute, and her whimpers of discomfort.
- >Eventually, the scope is in deep enough for you to look for any problems.
- >You proceed by slowly removing the obturator, then set it aside.
- >Before you start, you look back at her face.
- >Twilight's eyes are clenched shut, tears nearly falling out of each one.
- >Letting go of her tail, you place your hand on her back and begin to rub.
- "You'll be fine. Now, could you raise your bottom in the air a bit more for me?"
- >The blush on her face intensifies as she does what you ask with a groan of protest.
- >The purple mare is now in a position so that her chin is touching the table, and she is using her front hooves to cover her face in shame.
- >However, her ass is stuck way in the air, giving you a better view of everything.
- >With that, you flip the built in light on and begin to inspect.
- >Nothing too out of place here...
- >Maybe just a bit of minor irritation, but nothing serious.
- >"Twilight, when's the last time you had a bowel movement?"
- >Her ears twitch when she hears your question.
- >"W-what? Why?"
- >You talk sternly.
- "Just tell me, it will help."
- >Through her lavender fur, you see the redness spread to her ears.
- >"About t-three days ago..."
- >Well, that would definitely explain some of her problems.
- >That's really all you needed to know to fix this.
- >Probably. Let it be known that you weren't quite at the top of your class in college.
- >Seriously, who the fuck lets a lost bet determine their life's career?
- >Okay, MAYBE you were still distraught with fear and anger about being ripped away from your world at the time.
- >Oh well, no use dwelling, you're still on the job.
- "Welp. I think I've found the problem. I'm just going to remove this, now."
- >You replace the obturator, then start removing the scope.
- >While you do this, a sharp gasp followed by pained moans enter your ears.
- >"A-aah! O-oooow!"
- >This time, you just keep going, knowing that having it over sooner would be better than making her suffer.
- >After a few seconds which probably felt like an eternity to Twilight, the scope comes out completely.
- >You end up watching her slightly gaping butthole slowly close itself while she's not looking.
- >Then, Twilight collapses to the table on her side.
- >You internally chuckle, then reach into your drawer, retrieving two silo shaped pills.
- >Today is just an anal probing kind of day, man.
- "We're almost done, Twilight. I just need to give you some medication."
- >You hold the two differently colored pills up.
- >The poor mare looks traumatized as she realizes there is more to come.
- >She sniffs, appearing to try to hold back tears, before she starts to get up.
- "Actually, you're fine where you are."
- >You take a step back to the examination table, and grab a new glove.
- "I'll only use one finger for this, so it shouldn't be as bad."
- >The bookworm pouts.
- >"Whatever..."
- >This has really taken a toll on her, hasn't it?
- >Best to just do it quick.
- >That's one good thing about being friends with a patient. They're less likely to report you for being unprofessional.
- >You grab her tail again, and move it.
- >Her anus is spread by your fingers, and you push the first suppository in.
- >The unicorn grits her teeth and shuts her eyes as you do.
- >"That one is for the irritation."
- >How horses got something like that in this world, you'll never know.
- >You pull out your finger, and ready the next pill, pressing it against her entrance.
- "This one will help loosen the stool that's built up there."
- >Hopefully it's not a blockage. To your best judgement though, signs don't point towards that.
- >Your finger pushes it in.
- >Once your hand is out, you remove the glove, yet again tossing it in the trash.
- "That should do it! If you don't have a bowel movement within a day or two, or if you do and your stomach keeps hurting, come back ASAP."
- >Twilight silently nods, looking near depleted of energy.
- >Streaks from tears can still be seen on her face as you help her off the table.
- >As you wash up your equipment, you look at her as she walks out of the office.
- >She's sporting quite the odd walk now.
- >A few days have passed since Twilight's visit to your office.
- >Things have been... a bit awkward between you and her since then.
- >You can't really blame her, she REALLY didn't like what you had to do her back there.
- >Either way, at least she was okay now.
- >You reflect on this as you finish up the internal exam of a female patient.
- >That's another interesting thing about the medical system here.
- >A "General" doctor pretty much means you're a urologist AND a gynecologist.
- >No wonder med school here takes so damn long.
- "Okay then, Miss Punch. Everything looks to be in order. You can check out at the desk down the hall."
- >The magenta mare stumbles as she walks out of the door.
- >"Yeah, thanks *hic* doc..."
- >She's always an interesting one to work with, always showing up drunk.
- >You sigh in exasperation.
- >So many patients today, looks like this place is understaffed.
- >Again.
- "God dammit... why do I always end up drawing the short straw?"
- >Someone your age shouldn't have to deal with this shit.
- >You leave the room and look at your list.
- >Next up is...
- >Twilight Sparkle.
- >You do a double take.
- >Wait, what? Again?
- >What the actual hell is going on here?
- >You look over next to her name to see what she's here for.
- >A full gynecological examination.
- >The fuck?
- >Room 3A is where she is currently waiting.
- >You are actually not looking forward to this.
- >Many stallions in this town would kill to be in your position right now, but you...
- >Your friendship with Twilight is already a bit strained as it is; what will this do to it?
- >One of your co-workers walks by you.
- >Could you maybe..?
- >It's worth a shot.
- "Hey, Dr. Stable, mind taking the next patient for me?"
- >The yellow stallion looks at you with a deadpan expression.
- >"We both know that can't happen."
- >Your shoulders slump.
- "Yeah..."
- >There's no getting out of this one.
- >You walk down the hall, towards the room where Twilight awaits.
- >As you proceed, the question repeats in your mind.
- >Why you, again?
- >You walk down the hall with a mixture of emotions.
- >Confusion, nervousness, arousal, and a hint of anger.
- >Before you get to her door, you whisper to yourself with a bit of sarcasm.
- "Eh, who needs friends anyway..."
- >Your feet eventually stop at the door to the room that Twilight is waiting in.
- >A few seconds are taken to steel yourself for what's to come.
- >Raising your arm, you bring your fingers into a fist, and knock on the door.
- >"O-oh... Come in!"
- >Here we go...
- >You grip the doorknob in your and and twist it.
- >The latch comes undone, and you push the door open.
- >Silence.
- >An unsure Twilight sits on the examination table, kicking her hooves.
- >It looks like she's doing her best to avoid eye contact.
- >This is as good a cue as any to speak.
- >You clear your throat, then begin speaking.
- "Welcome back, Miss Sparkle. So, I see you're here for a..."
- >You swallow.
- >"A full... examination."
- >She blushes and looks away.
- >"...Y-yes..."
- >Pulling up the closest chair, you sit down and face her.
- "So, uh... Let's get started with some basic questions."
- >...
- >After getting some of Twilight's most personal information, you start the physical part of the exam.
- >This part isn't so bad, just some innocent vitals, eye, ear, and limb checking.
- >The whole time, she just sits there, staring off into space.
- >Whenever you try making small talk, she just makes her answers as terse as she can.
- >Eventually, you finish checking her back legs to see if they're fine.
- >Next up are the more... awkward parts.
- >These are the tests that are specifically for mares.
- "Twilight, could you stand up and turn around for me?"
- >The unicorn snaps out of her trance when you ask her this.
- >"Huh? Already?"
- >You nod.
- "I haven't got that many answers out of you, are you /sure/ you want to do this? With me? I mean, it seems like-"
- >She cuts you off before you can finish.
- >"I need this done right away, Anon. I can't continue my studies if I don't get a check up..."
- >You stare at her curiously.
- "Aren't you the Princess's personal student? Is she making you get it this fast?"
- >Twilight shakes her head.
- >"I am, but I'm still a part of Celestia's School For Gifted Unicorns. They require a physical every year. The local mail mare lost the letter for a long time, and I didn't get it until I only had a few days left..."
- >Fucking Derpy Ditz, whatever the fuck her name is.
- >Looks like loopholes and weird rules exist here, too.
- >Either way, that policy is fucking stupid, and whoever thought of it needs to get their brain checked.
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