AnonXAngel Wing

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[spoiler]not a horse surgeon, please forgive inaccuracies in medical procedure[/spoiler]
>You could be called a doctor
>Or a vet
>But whatever the hell you are, today you're operating on a horse heart
>You weren't sure at first
>But she wanted you to be the one
>She trusted you
>And no one else
>So now here you are
>Holding the hoof of your beloved Angel, as one of the nurses rolls the tray in and another prepares her
"Stay strong, love."
>She gives a weak smile as the nurse checks the anesthesia
>"You're the best doctor I know..."
>You doubt that
>But you give her a smile all the same
>She winces a little as the nurse gives her the anesthesia
>And her face relaxes, eyes glazing over and defocusing
>She tries to speak, but you place a finger over her lips
"Shh, it's going to be fine. Just relax."
>Her close gently flitter before closing
>Blissful sleeps takes over her, and you give her hoof a gentle squeeze
>Not appropriate, but you lean down and give her a kiss anyways
>"We're ready, doctor."
>You lean back up, looking over her still form
>A hand instinctively tracing along her fur
>The cuts are being marked
>Just a simple marker that sticks well to the fur
>It's a set of long lines
>Lines that you'd have to dig through
>But you must, to keep her safe and alive
>You reach for the tray, selecting the right tool
>A clean scalpel
>You give one last look at your love, before gripping the tool tightly and moving it to her chest
>Just resting the blade on her fur
>Time seems to slow as you get ready
>The nurses are looking at you expectantly
>The machines are beeping, almost urging you onwards
>You give a sigh
>Thoughts focused on seeing her cheerful and flying once more
>And bring the scalpel down

>It's always weird cutting flesh
>You've never quite gotten used to it
>It feels like a mix of paper and fabric
>Very thick fabric
>Your scalpel vibrates against the texture of her flesh as you start moving it
>Just following the dark black lines
>That's all you have to do for now
>Not too deep
>Not too light
>You make sure the scalpel keeps below the skin
>It still feels wrong, tearing into your love this way
>Even if you were trained, even if she wanted to do this
>You try to keep your hands steady
>Sliding the scalpel across her pink skin
>The cut makes a tearing sound
>Like scissors going through butcher paper without closing the blades
>That's the closest you can think of it
>One cut done
>Blood is pouring out
>The nurses are on it
>Cleaning it up as you prepare another incision
>Down goes the blade
>Deeper, deeper until it pierces the flesh
>And you run it across the line once more
>Continuing until all the cuts are made
>One of the nurses takes a forceps and takes the flap out
>Baring the dark red flesh and blood underneath
>You get a peek into her insides
>Red
>Blood
>Something throbbing
>So gently throbbing
>The nurses pin down the flaps
>And soon her heart is bare
>You're breathing hard at this point
>A little nervous
>You now have to get ready for the next part
>Where you have to fix her
>The easy part is over
>"Doctor?"
>The machines are reading stable
>The nurses are looking at you expectantly
>You have to do it
>You put your scalpel down
>Take your gloves off
>Rub your hands against your scrubs
>And reach down underneath, towards your pants
>The hem goes down, getting your shaft out into the air
>Some of the nurses are shy, looking away
>But they know what must be done
>You bring one hand over to Angel's hoof
>Squeezing her tightly as you squeeze yourself tightly
>Sometimes it's hard to get ready in times like this
>But still you forge onwards
>Your cock isn't quite hard yet, but you continue to stroke
>And stroke
>And stroke

>You realize your methods might be a little unorthodox
>Some of the nurses seem to agree, cringing and looking away
>One of them is holding her hoof to her eyes, shielding her view
>You squeeze her hoof even tighter
>Tightening the grip on your shaft, furiously stroking
>You don't care
>Damn all the critics
>You know what's best for your beloved, and you're going to give it to her
>Your hands get closer
>And your loosen your grip on your cock to feel her hoof against yourself
>You guide her this time
>Like so many times before
>Sliding your shaft up and down between her frog
>The unique texture, the familiarity of it all, and just the thought that you would be her savior propels you forwards
>You shudder as your hips start wildly thrusting into the air
>The operating table is rocking from your thighs hitting it
"NURSE!"
>They scramble to hold the table
>Keeping her open skin from flailing around
>Keeping her throbbing heart from getting torn out of her
>You feel the throbbing of your cock against her hoof
>And as you look into that bloodred heart, you feel connected
>Your cock and her heart beats as one
>The unity is almost too much for you
>You move forwards
>The tip of your shaft squishing against her exposed flesh
>So soft, so warm, so wet
>Just like being inside of her, back before she was sick
>You thrust at an angle
>This time letting her hoof rest
>This time feeling only her skin and her blood
>And making damn sure not to poke her heart out in the process
>It looks so fragile
>Throbbing just in front of you
>Your tip could touch it any time
>But you know better
>You've done this countless times before, and you're skilled
>That's why she chose you
>She needs you
>She depends on you
>And you're going to finish it for her
>You hear the machines beeping faster
>Her heart is racing
>Almost like she feels your love
>You close your eyes
>Letting the warmth take over you
>And you reach your climax

>Some of the nurses gag when your string of curative cum flies over her
>The first one misses her heart, falling over her opened flap of skin and one of the nurses nearby
>She doesn't seem to mind too much, and you swear she's mouthing "keep going" under her mask
>The next one is a direct hit this time
>Your spurt of cum almost pushes her heart sideways with the force
>Whatever missed was pooling down underneath her heart
>You feel another jet coming
>And keep thrusting
>The nurses are pinning down the table and your beloved Angel Wing with some effort
>This one is smaller
>The pearly string spurting and almost just spraying over her heart
>Most of it lands on her beating organ
>And you swear her body shuddered a bit
>You glance downwards
>Reaching a hand down to feel if maybe she finished with you
>Your hand reaches a dry slit
>But that doesn't matter, when she's out of here, you can share this together again
>Just the two of you, and none of the nurses or machines
>"A-are you done?"
>You nod
>Withdrawing your shaft
"I need cleanup."
>One of the nurses rushes towards you with a cloth, wiping off the blood from your cock
>As you start removing the pins you've set down to keep her open
>The nurses are prepared, and you have your stapler in hand
>You start quickly closing off the incisions
>One of the nurses wipes away the excess blood
>And you soon switch to your needle and start stitching her
>Her fur is matted with blood at this point
>But
>You did it
>The machine is reading fine
>She seems to be breathing
>And her ailment is just...gone
>You finish up closing her up
>Leaning down to give her another quick peck on the lips
>And leave the nurses to finish up
>You work is done
>All that's left now is to wait