The Examination

by CloppyBubsy

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Nurse Redheart, Sex, Rumble
Length: 1579

There are many an exam conducted to sick ponies...some of them might, however, turn out to be embarassing, like an enema, for instance

There exist certain guidelines that a medical professional must follow in Equestria. Things that he or she can do. But where there are rules, there are loopholes. Nurse Redheart, for the good of the patient, of course, sometimes uses those loopholes for the patient's benefit (and her enjoyement).

Sometimes the patients are younger than expected...not that that stops her.

This story contains: Foalcon, an Enema, medical procedures

Published 2017-01-22 01:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-22 01:30:01 UTC

Examination up in chapter 1

There are many a test conducted to a pony when he or she enters one of Equestria’s health and care facilities (commonly called by the name of Hospitals). There are even more tests and regulations to make sure that the staff is prepared to face any hurdle or emergency that their job might entail. After all nobody wants to catch the plague! Much less the nurses and Doctors who are supposed to treat it, and not to fall sick, adding to the workload of those who remain healthy.

There is also, funnily enough, a set of guidelines on the proper way to interact with a patient. Thorough as it may be, it’s kept vague. Vague enough that, if needed, proper interaction could be ignored for the well being of a patient. And when those exams were otherwise intrusive, embarrassing or just downright reddening to the cheeks...well they had to be conducted. For the good of the patient. Of course.

Rumble, complaining of the cough, was just another case for the already overworked staff, after all, it was a Saturday, and as everyone in the Ponyville Hospital knew, Saturday was a day of chaos.

Quite literally sometimes, as when Discord decided to pop in and make some instruments come to life. But, more often than not, in the form of a monster attack, or any other sort of anomaly. The staff didn’t know exactly what exactly it was with Saturdays, but there wasn’t a week that went by without some sort of shenanigan.

Long distant howls could be heard, from somewhere in the back of the Hospital, and they made Rumble’s headache throbble. He had been warned, watch out or he’d caught the sniffles, but, he had insisted on playing on the snow that the weather ponies had created. And now he was sick. Which left him there, with his brother Thunderlane, babysitting him.

Heavens only knew where his parents were, but the truth was, they weren’t there. And so Thunderlane sat, annoyed at every single sniffle his brother seemed to make. He didn’t want to be here...he had place to be! Ponies to meet, maybe even get down with it, and some mare. But no, he was stuck there, dealing with his little brother sickness.

So, as it happened to be, when Rumble was called out to be examined, Thunderlane excused himself, not only, due to the privacy his little brother would need, but also, he would admit, because there was a mare throwing glances at his gorgeous hot body (in his opinion, maybe she was staring at a zit in his neck, if he had any).

Rumble was so left in charge of Nurse Redheart. Now there was little to point out when it came to Nurse Redheart, she wore a hat, that was something, and in it there was a red cross, but little more was available. To the outsider she was not anything more than her job. - She was a nurse, she took care of patients, more specifically the foals, whether colt or filly. But a single outside glance can’t reveal a pony’s urges, or their more hidden depravities. And nurse Redheart had one.

All within the confines of examination and medicine...for she didn’t want an angry parent to come bark (literally, she had a patient who believed to be a dog) at her, she liked to push and pull the little foal’s buttons. Not only to determine the source of the illness, if there was even any (ponies could be quite prone to over parenting), but also, and that she wouldn’t admit to anyone else, for her pleasure.

And so it fell on the dice of the destiny that Rumble, poor, sick, with the sniffles, Rumble would just fall upon her lap...and on her medical instruments. But all in due time. She liked to take her time…and it also helped with the suspicious bit, everyone was overworked, and she coudn’t seem too eager to jump at another patient.

And jumped at, she intended, the colt was tiny to her eyes, but no less precious. With a pale grey and darker gray color scheme, his colors would be drab, yes, almost like he needed a wash, but it was the vitality in his eyes, even if they were groggy, and half opened that she always looked for.

“Oh, my poor dear” - She placed a hoof to the place where a saddle might one day go, in his back. Ready to be the nurse who cared for him.

“What seems to be to be the problem?”

Rumble looked at her like she had a screw loose. That arrogant, sort of, I don’t care look. Mixed with a serious case of are you even for real? Oh, how Nurse Redheart longed to remove the look of his eyes!

“I have a cold”

She tutted, her eyes set on the small colt.

“Now, now, we can’t be sure of that, so if you’d please hop onto the bed” - Rumble did so without hesitation, utterly trusting the medical professional.

They were on an area with a bed and a bedside table, as well as a pipe running across the wall, a curtain, that Nurse Redheart had pulled, the environment was otherwise sterile. From afar the sound of other examinations could be heard.

“I’m going to need to take your temperature” - She said, grabbing an instrument from the bedside table that was there. It was a little tube, not very large at all in diameter, that was connected to the pipe.

Nurse Redheart smiled a reassuring smile, all the while pushing more and more of the tube with her.

“To take your temperature the right way, we’re going to need to take it from a….delicate spot”

Rumble looked ahead, embarrassed, as he figured it out, his muzzle redenned. Always a good sign for Nurse Redheart.

“Can’t you simply use my mouth?” - He asked, clearly hoping that that was an option.

Nurse Redheart shook her head, dropping her eyes in a pretense of disappointment, then she pushed the tube up near his tail.

“Now if you’d please lift your tail”

Nurse Reheart mentally counted to ten, but the tail didn’t bulge, it seemed Rumble was hesitant.

“This is just a tiny little tube, we’re going to perform an enema. To clean up your tush before putting the thermometer in. I promise It won’t hurt.”

Rumble let out a little “Atchoo”, and finally gained enough courage to lift his tail, Redheart could see it now, the little puckered hole, pushing the tube, she told him to relax as she pushed it in.

Once it was firmly in place she went to turn the water. It was hard to discern the look on Rumble’s face, his look of annoyance, had been replaced by a total Poker face. Almost not managing to hide her excitement she just had to ask.

“How does it feel?”

Rumble took a while to respond, the water passing through his bowels and cleaning it up.

“I don’t know...it feels weird...but also nice”

He blushed.

“That’s a perfectly natural reaction, if you feel like you need to to the bathroom just warn me up”

If it was possible he blushed even more.

“Hum, miss? I need to use the little ponies room!”

Of course he does - She thought, that was what this was supposed to accomplish, right? Total bowel cleaning?

“Ok, I’m going to stop the water and remove the tube, and then you can go to the little colt’s room.

As she closed the water and started pushing the tube out he let out a groan. Putting it in hadn’t exactly felt nice, really, but pulling it out just left a strange emptiness inside of him. And with the water struggling to get out, it just felt weird.

As the water was rushing out, now that he was in the little colt’s room, he couldn’t help but feel the way his bowels moved to push it all off. It felt weird, as he had said, but he had also said it felt nice, and the water struggling to get out of him, did indeed feel that way.

Once he was done Rumble got out, ready to have the thermometer put inside. Maybe to fulfill the strange emptiness he was now feeling.

Nurse Redheart escorted him back to the bed, and told him to put his “little tush” in the air. He willingly did so.

He couldn’t help but blush by the way he felt, it was like there was some desire he never had had before, like he was discovering stuff about himself, that he didn’t know.

Nurse Redheart pulled the thermometer, it was a lot bigger than Rumble thought it would be, but he was not afraid. If anything he kind of savored how big it looked now.

With the help of the enema she slowly started putting it inside of him, and he couldn’t help but gasp. It felt good, yes, but it also hurt! His body was clearly not ready for such a large object being shoved up there, in the back.

Once the thermometer beeped and she got her readings, she sent him to the Doctor, who prescribed a few pills here and there, sprinkled throughout the day.

Later, as Thunderlane kept going on about how he had totally gotten that mare’s number, Rumble walked, with a jacket on, with much on his mind...