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	He lead me into a room that was distinctly out of step with the rest of the apartments. At first glance you would swear it was a storage room of some sort, but a few details stuck out. Large arcanotech devices had been hauled in here, probably by a few stallions like Rock struggling, based upon the size and density of the items. Beyond that, a rough medical cot had been placed a couple of mares were waiting around, one of them with thick, square glasses and a lab coat while the other was wearing a nurses’ cap.
	The doctor, I presume, locked eyes with me as I entered the room. She was slightly taller than average and thin, with a blue coat and a curly grey mane. She seemed to be slightly older and a little bit tired, but there was a keenness behind the eyes that couldn’t be ignored. The nurse seemed about as nervous as I did, slightly shorter than the average mare (though she still had an inch on me), and her deep red coat was matched with a grey-blue mane.
	“First Prize?” The doctor asked, looking over at Rock Solid, who gave her a casual grin and stepped aside to reveal me, which had to be something of a letdown, and indeed her expression fell a little bit going from him to me. “Ah. Well, we need to complete your medical examination before we can send you to get scrubbed.”
	“Scrubbed?” I say, shakily stepping forward and glancing over at Rock, who gave me a reassuring wink as I stepped over to the makeshift medical set-up. “Like, fur shaved and given a cone?”
	“Nothing quite so drastic,” the doctor assured me, checking over a couple of notes while the Nurse prepared a couple of devices. The tests commenced, most of which were fairly mundane. A prick of blood, a pulse-check, the usual.
	“Step here, please,” the nurse said, guiding me onto a flat, square surface with a tower-like ruler, while the doctor stepped up, her horn glowing as she moved around a few levers and dials.
	“Hmmm. Light and short,” she said, scribbling down a few notes. “Maybe consider a diet to help him bulk up-”
	“It won’t help,” I said with a sigh. “I’ve tried everything. Diet, exercise, potion supplements… Nothing.”
	“Hm…” The doctor said, looking me over and producing a long, white stick, with which she jabbed at my ass, getting a squawk out of me as I moved back in surprise. “Silver mane, dandelion coat…”
	“Yellow coat!” I protested.
	“Dandelion,” she said insistently. “Hm.. Nurse, induce arousal.”
	“I’m sorry, wh-” I asked, before being cut off by the sudden presence of the nurse, her lips pressing into mine, soft and firm, a strange and surprising sensation that left a thrill of heat pulsing through my body. My wings abruptly flared out and I felt a similar reaction happening between my legs. I could feel my shaft begin to slide out of its sheath while the nurse pressed on even further, her tongue sliding past my lips. I was vaguely aware that I was a dead-fish, but I was still in a bit of shock. Prior to today, the most I’d had was holding hooves with an ex-marefriend, so the idea that a mare would be willing to jump on me like this…
	Not just willing, either. My eyes focused and I could see her going full force, eyes squeezed shut and one of her hooves coming up to rest on my haunches, wandering down and up my wings, sending shocks of sensation down the stiff limbs as she let her hooftip wander among the feathers.
	The doctor cleared her throat. “Nurse. NURSE.” She rolled her eyes and her horn glowed, forcibly scooting the nurse back a few inches and releasing the kiss with an audible pop. The nurse’s face flushed and she looked away.
	“Um, sorry Doctor.”
	“Don’t worry about it,” the doctor said drily as she held up a tape measure. “He’s plenty erect, at least.” The tape measure quickly went to my hind-quarters, more magic quickly restraining me as I began to squirm, and I felt the cool, flexible tape up against my dick.
	“Hm…” The doctor said, examining the tape measure. “About half a standard deviation below average. Without accounting for height and weight.” She added the last part ot cut off my protest, so I was forced to simply fume while she reduced my entire being into a few discrete data points. “Well, I don’t see anything to delay the process. Assuming we’re absolutely sure the spell got the right stallion, we can send him along to for the final cleaning and prep.”