[1shot, prose] Bedside Manner (F/F, Oral, Scat-ish)

	The expressionless, gray pony sits alone in the small exam room.  Her eyes blink lazily as she looks around the sterile environment.  She sat upon an examination table, covered by a white paper that crinkled with every movement she made.  Her signature frock laid to her side, the pony's body bare against the weak elements.  A sink, equipped with various cleaning solutions sat across from her, embedded in a table.  She listlessly reads the labels of the containers as time ticks away slowly, waiting for her appointment.  Reaching the last label, the lone door to the room swings open, revealing a very flustered Nurse Redheart.  She stands on her hind hooves as her front carries all sorts of medical documentation of the rock farmer.

	"Miss Maud Pie!  This has been your 9th visit this month, and you claim to continue to have bowel problems!"  She releases the thick folder filled with papers on the table.  It hits the polished wood with a hard thud as some papers slide out from the sheer force.  Maud glances over the papers spilling out, glancing at the names of medication and treatments that seemed ineffectual against her.  Even purposely overdosing on some of the syrups achieved nothing.  The nurse locks eyes with Maud, clearly worked up about this.

	"Now I understand as a rock pony you have a much more... robust digestive system than most other ponies, but that doesn't excuse you from going to the bathroom much less than the rest of us!  That simply cannot be good!”  Redheart punctuates her sentence by throwing her Nurse's hat aside, landing right on top of the pile of papers.  Maud gives her a vacant stare back, waiting on the next ineffectual prescription that the caretaker has prepared for her.  Unfortunately, Redheart seems to have other ideas, as she did not walk in with any pill bottles or tubes of medication.  Not even a suppository was found on in her hooves.  The nurse takes a leap onto the examination table, brow furrowed as her face was mere inches from Maud's snout.

	“Open up.”  The nurse stares Maud dead in the eyes as the farmer raises an eyebrow to her aggression.  “You can go on your daily activities for the day, but only until I get in there and find out for myself what's wrong with you.”

	“But wha-”  Maud's voice drones out as the nurse takes her fore hooves and pries open the gray mouth.  The jaw stretches out comically wide as Redheart thrusts her body into the damp cavern of Maud's mouth.  Redheart's vault into the reluctant maw was cushioned by the closed entrance to the esophagus.  Though Maud resisted, the nurse secretly dipped her body in a tasteful oil that no pony can resist.  While the expression of the rock pony seemed unfazed, Redheart felt the esophagus eagerly open in front of her as saliva began pooling beneath her.  The tongue slowly plays with her underbelly as she felt the entire mouth shift around her.  Maud gave into her instincts and gulped at the overwhelming flavors that danced on her palette.  In the chaos of the tight tube, Redheart continues to edge her way in towards the stomach, Maud becoming more willing to swallow her down with every passing second.  Reaching the entrance to the stomach, Nurse Redheart forcefully nuzzles at the muscled gate, coaxing it to open for her.

	“Open up you...”  Muttering to herself, warm saliva begins to gather around her head and slowly fill her surroundings.  The tight sphincter continued to resist the nurse's advances as more and more spittle stockpiled into the bottom of Maud's throat.  Threatening to drown her, Redheart halfheartedly begins to drink the thick liquid.  She coughs at the lukewarm mixture, continuing to sip at the oral fluids.  As she empties out the fleshy cup into her own mouth, the circular entrance below her expands.  Redheart takes the opportunity and shoves her hooves into the small opening as she forces her head into the cramped chamber.  She continues to wiggle her body to and fro as she feels a pair of hooves press on her rounded rear.  A tongue slithers between her legs as it presses into her privates.  The snake-like muscle hooks into the Nurse's slit as she feels her entire body lurch forward, Maud clearly wanting every inch of Redheart inside her digestive cavity.

	Maud slurps at the hindlegs, still enjoying every moment and movement that Redheart made.  Her fore hooves stroke the lumpy protrusions from her neck to her round belly, welcoming the myriad of flavors and feelings that came with the nurse.  She laid with her back flat on the examination table, the vague movement of legs and a pony's head squirmed beneath her as her teeth close behind the tail and hind legs.  The monocolor pony breathed deeply through her nose as she took deep gulps, propelling the rest of the white pony into her elastic stomach.  The hind hooves slowly slithered out of her throat and into the round, jiggling orb.  Being related to a glutton, Maud was no stranger to binges as her belly fought with its prisoner.  She belches out any air that her stomach found unnecessary as her entire middle began to tightly fit to Redheart's figure.  Distinct outlines of the pony appeared on her round belly as it continued to constrict and churn the willing meal.

	“Just a little more...”  Is all the nurse uttered before a huge swell of digestive liquid oozed out from every angle.  The slimy lining of the stomach and the constant churning made it difficult for Redheart to anchor herself in the sweltering heat of the pony's belly.  Maud's powerful muscles also reared its ugly head as the abdomen crushed the nurse against the dense mass that made the rock pony's back.  Redheart frantically looked for the entrance to the intestines as the hungry organ desired her very being.  The surprisingly even heartbeat of Maud boomed around Redheart as she feels herself compressed even further, the sheer force of the digestive organ threatening to squash her head.  With the last bit of strength in her body, she finds the tight entrance to the intestines and weakly pushes against it.

	Continuing to soak in the struggles of the medical pony, Maud sees the figure slowly slip beneath her round girth.  A loud, prolonged slurping sound echoes beneath her gray coat as it stops abruptly with a muffled pop.  Her belly undulates as her stomach empties its contents into her digestive tract.  She holds her breath as she feels a surge of gas hastily exit her tummy.  She drops her jaw as a loud, thunderous belch rips through the air, causing her pudgy paunch to shrink in size.  Her stomach still hung lower than normal, but this was manageable.  Though the faint struggles of the nurse can still be witnessed through her skin, Maud comes up with a simple solution.  She dons her dull frock, tightening her middle with the belt that wrapped around her round belly.  Remembering the nurse's words, Maud steels her sturdy body as she walks out of the clinic.

	“Leaving already Miss Pie?”  Nurse Tenderheart greets the expressionless pony as they meet outside the clinic.  “I've heard of your troubles, and I sure hope that Nurse Redheart has given you just the thing!  After all...”  She looks around as she whispers to Maud.  “Having meals sit inside of you for days on end is quite a concern.”  Tenderheart backs up as she resumes her normal voice.  “Please come again if you're still having troubles!”

	“Will do, nurse.”  Keeping her stoic expression, the aftertaste of the nurse lingered in her mouth as her tongue played with a single strand of pink hair from Redheart's tail.  Maud turns away from the clinic as Tenderheart waves her off, wondering if the farm pony has indulged in one too many treats lately.

	“Ponyfeathers...”  The nurse curses under her breath as she finds herself in an incredibly awkward position.  Just recently rounding the bend in the lubricated tubes, she found herself face-to-face with Maud's digestive problem.  While the medical practitioner refused to believe it, her hooves probing the stuck mass ahead of her said differently.  Rocks.  Embedded in the waste of the earth pony were tons of half-digested rocks.  Among the meals that Maud would have, it seemed that her choice of dessert were straight from her farm.  The sharp contrast of heated, malleable flesh and rough, jagged stones confused the nurse to no end.  Pushing the mass only resulted in a springy resistance as it moved when it pleased.  And that was rare in itself.  As she surrendered herself to the sluggish digestive system, more and more filth compressed itself against Redheart, practically fusing her into the mess.  She only sighs as she lays into the relatively odorless mess.  Having experienced much worse in her career, this was but an inconvenience to her.  Her body relaxes into the surroundings, as this may be her longest break from work in a while.