Author's Note

I'm back baby! I finally got a chapter out! And it's my first attempt at some clop. If that is your thing, great, if not, it is explicitly marked in Violet. You can skip over it should you wish.

Chapter Seven: Lucky Me

Peter Williams

I never really liked the doctor's office. Sure their clean, sterile, and they try putting up all kinds of posters to keep the mood lively, but overall I can never get over a sense of simple wrongness of being there. The pure white walls, the awkward conversations, and the knowledge that the man in front of me may one day have to put his hand in my ass contributed to my anxiety. A vet's office, in contrast, was often more comfy, had a lighter air, and generally had a much lower probability of intimate touching. This changes once you're in the place of the dog.

I don't know where this vet got her medical degree, but I doubt it was an accredited university. Derpy and I walked in to the office, trying to keep as much blood on the inside of me as possible, just as the vet was coming out. She immediately gasped and rushed to my side.

"Oh my gosh! What happened to this poor creature!?" She cried. She was a unicorn with a tan coat and lavender mane.

"There was a fight," came Derpy's reply, "He and another human got into it pretty bad, we got him here as soon as we could." Derpy and the vet pushed me into the back room. "He's covered in cuts and has a hurt ankle."

The vet looked me over a bit before saying, "We need to get these clothes off him so I can see the extent of the damage." I raised an eyebrow. I could understand why, but I still didn't think myself ready to strip naked in front of these creatures. When the vet powered up her horn and started on my shirt buttons I realized that this was not going to be optional. I gave a weary sigh and began undoing the buttons myself, which threw the vet off guard. I took off my vest, shirt, undershirt, hat, shoes and pants, leaving me in my undies and socks. It was there I stopped, to the mild consternation of the vet. Sorry,honey, any more and you'll have to pay for the show.

With Derpy's vouch that I would be more cooperative with the underwear on, the vet sighed and relented, although not without a sidelong glance at my hidden treasures. Pervert pony thinks I didn't notice, but I did... I suppose I should be flattered. She used her magic to summon a gurney, which I was then placed on gingerly on my stomach to avoid stirring up the glass in my back. I welcomed the opportunity to lie down, but the brown straps that then secured me to the gurney were uncomfortable. I could only guess they had had issues with rambunctious humans not wanting to lay down before.

"This looks bad." the vet declared, "Usually humans are thrashing about and howling when they get here. He must have lost quite a bit of blood if he's too weak to fight." Actually, while I do feel weak, I also know not to aggravate wounds, but you can keep thinking your way for now. "I'll have to patch up the wounds, then we can look at that ankle." The gurney came to a stop and I was left staring at the wall while the vet gathered supplies.

I took a gentle look around. The vet had pushed me into one of her rooms with charts and graphs for the benefit of pet owners to try and understand when the vet explains whatever gastro-intestinal-carido-vascular issue their human had. I would take a closer look at those later. Derpy, ever loyal, stood next to the gurney, watching over me with concern. She was apparently lost in thought though, as her eyes were beginning to separate again. Everything else looked pretty much standard for a vet clinic. Various medicine-related devices laid about, popsicle sticks, heart beat listeners, even those ear-and nose-checking things...

I majored in Political Science, not medicine...

The vet returned with a syringe filled with what I hoped was painkiller. "I'll administer a mild sedative so he doesn't cause a fuss when we pull out the glass." The vet stuck the needle at various parts of my back and injected. Fun fact: I have a strange tolerance to painkillers. Not that they don't work, just that the intoxicating effects that make people go loopy don't hit me as hard. I once broke my nose in baseball trying to catch a pop fly. I was rushed to the hospital, got some painkillers and sent home. The next day I took my pills, went back to the field, and drove my car back home because I was still stone cold sober.

As my body was filled with the painkiller, I felt it begin to go numb. If pressed I could still move, but it felt heavy. The straps holding me down were gingerly undone and the vet began her work.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Derpy asked quietly, trying not to disturb the vet, who was in the process of pulling the small glass fragments out of my back.

"Yes," the vet replied, "fill out the forms on the counter over there. I have everything well in hoof here." Derpy hesitantly walked away as the vet applied antiseptic. I felt a mild sting as it was applied, more of the sweet, sweet numbness at work. This was followed by a few stitches. By the time the vet was finished with the first set, though, I could feel my limbs start to lose their numbness, and soreness return. Not wanting to disturb the vet's needlework, I merely let out a groan to let her know I was in pain.

"Oh, it looks like the sedative is wearing off." She mentioned nonchalantly.

"Can you give him more?" Derpy asked, looking up from hr forms.

"I can, but I'll have to charge for this one. The first was just for keeping him still while I worked, so it was on the house, but I'm almost done here, so I'd have to charge you for any more. Sorry." Wow, she was almost done? I could have sworn I was in worse shape than a few stitches could fix, but then again I was also kicked through a bloody window, so I may have over-exaggerated my wounds to myself. Derpy gave me a concerned look, obviously torn between helping me and spending a lot of her not-so-plentiful money. Deciding I could take this one for the team, I waved her down, signaling I could survive without it.

She gave a sad nod and said, "Sorry, but I don't think I can afford that. He wont be in too much pain will he?"

The vet began setting adhesive bandages on my back as she replied, "Don't worry about it, ma'm. He'll be achy and sore for a few weeks, but give him a few days rest and he'll be up and about in no time!" Derpy relaxed a bit before finishing up the forms as the vet put bandages on my legs as well. I gave an experimental twitch in my limbs and sure enough, I felt several aches and pains in my muscles. The vet seemed to take this as a negative sign though, and re-strapped me to the gurney. I decided that after all the day's events, some rest would do me good. Derpy walked over to the vet with the paperwork as I closed my eyes.

Derpy Hooves

Peter finally stopped moving and seemed to drift off to sleep. Good. He had had a rough day. I gave the medical forms to Doctor Sweet Touch. I had filled them out as best as I could, but there was only so much I knew about Peter, so I had to leave more than a few slots blank. The vet took the forms and looked over them.

"Hmm." she said, "How long have you had this human?" She asked.

"Oh, well, we only just got him yesterday. I was going to get the actual adoption papers today before all this happened." I saw Peter twitch lightly at the word 'adoption'. I guess he isn't asleep yet, but I need to keep the act up until I can talk with him alone.

"Only for a day?" the doctor responded, "Well I suppose that can't be avoided. Hmm. We'll have to keep him overnight, though."

"Why?" I asked. Peter looked fine as he was.

"Well, since you haven't officially adopted him, he still counts as a stray, and since he was involved in a fight, he is considered aggressive. It is the clinic's policy to neuter and spay aggressive strays that come in. It reduces their hormones and makes them more docile. It's a very safe, standard procedure; he should be ready to go home tomorrow afternoon for some rest and relaxation."

At this point Peter was actively trying to get out of the restraints. I didn't blame him. I'm no stallion, but even I was a little uncomfortable at how calmly she was talking about castrating him. To her it was an everyday thing, but for Peter, or any stallion for that matter...

"Actually, isn't there anyway we can get around that? Please?" I almost begged the doctor to reconsider. "I... um... wanted to try loaning him to the Apples as breeding stock for some extra income." I lied, "And for that he needs his... um... equipment." I whispered the last part, embarrassed about having a sentient creature sitting right next to me while I talked with another mare about his junk. How the mares in the marketplace did it I have no idea.

The vet gave me a sly look. "Ohh," she said placing a hoof on Peter's clothed butt, "I see. You want him to keep his... virility, eh?" Even I could understand what she was getting at, and I blushed heavily. I saw Peter trying to hide his own blush, failing somewhat due to his limited mobility.

"N-no!" I cried, "I don't want anything like... that... I just don't think it's a good idea right now is all..."

The vet chuckled a bit, "Okay, okay, I get it. It may be bending the rules a bit, but I might be able to get some adoption papers organized tonight, if you're willing to wait a bit. We'll still need to keep him overnight because of how late it is, and we need to make sure he is resting properly, but you can pick him up in the morning. how does that sound?" I could see Peter relax at the offer, and I quickly accepted. Dinner would be a little late tonight, but it was worth saving Peter from the knife. We walked to the vet's office while an assistant took Peter into the kennel. I had never really been in a kennel, but whatever it was like, one night was probably worth saving his genitals.

We got the appropriate papers file, and I was then the legal owner of the human named Peter Williams. His height and weight were just guesses, since we didn't have exact measurements. Doctor Sweet Touch filled in what she suspected was his age and breed, some sort of mountain variety of human from his size and stature. I gave my signature and the doctor gave hers. With the papers signed I thanked her and began leaving. I was stopped when I entered the lobby, however, buy a stallion in gold armor.

"Miss Hooves? I need to have a word with you."

Buck

Peter Williams

I once volunteered at an animal shelter one summer when I was a teenager. They would take the animals out of the pens once a day and let them run around in the yard while they sprayed down the kennel to get rid of the filth. It never got rid of the lingering smells though. Dog food and feces still lingered in the air, no matter how hard they sprayed. This principle seemed crossover to Equestria. The troglodytes, as I had begun to call them in my head, were kept in moderately sized fence enclosures, occasionally howling or grunting at each other. The docile ones got grouped together, while the more aggressive alphas tended to have their own. I was in a little enclosure all my own, left to stare at and smell my counterparts all across the kennel. The worst part was that even through all the smells of excretions, or perhaps because of it, I came to a horrifying realization...

I had not taken a piss all day, and I really needed to go.

I lied on the small blanket I assume was for me to sleep on, trying to ignore the foul stench and my burgeoning bladder. When sleep continued to elude me, I finally rose. After a brief moment of thought, I took a handful of water from my mildly dirty water bowl the ponies left me and let it go in the corner of my cage closest to the back door. As I expected, the trickle flowed toward the exit, which meant my urine would too. I pulled down my underwear and relived myself, slightly ashamed of my indecency, but at least I had the sense to try to keep my space clean, unlike the other troglodytes.

Once I was done I reset my underwear and returned to my blanket. I was about to bundle up in the foul smelling sheet when I was interrupted from my rest by a tapping sound on my cell door. I leaned up to see who it was and saw the vet was sitting there, looking anxious.

"Hey there big fella... Don't you look good after everything today? Come here boy." She whispered through the fencing. She was giving me a little wave with her hoof, but I just lied back down and curled up. Lady, I have had a very busy day. I'm going to sleep. Good-night. "Come on... I just want a peak..." Sleep deprived and miserable, even I knew what that was supposed to mean. Why did this chick want to gawk at my junk? There naked humans literally everywhere. It was probably a psychological thing, you want what you can't have. Well she still can't have it. My penis is mine, and I wont share it with just anybody.

I gave the pony a firm 'fuck off' vibe and tried to sleep. I just so happened to forget she was a unicorn, and could thus use magic. Fucking cheater. I was levitated up, around, and onto my back as the mare tentatively stepped into my cell. She had a kind of look about her, and the smell of dog food and feces was overshadowed by a new smell. I almost wanted to call it a musky- "It's been so long, and my heat just had to hit at the busiest time of the month. but you'll help me, right Peter?"

Yup. Definitely musk. I had the growing sense of dread this mare was going to rape me if I didn't do something. Fighting back was a danger, since my ankle still hurt and my bandages could come loose or break, so I was left with a limited number of options. I could sit back and let this mare have her way with me, or I could find some non-violent way to take control of the situation. How I was supposed to do that was beyond- UNDERPANTS HAVE BEEN TAKEN, ACT NOW, THINK LATER!

Sexual Situation Begins Here. If You Do Not Wish To View It, Skip Ahead Until The Words Are Not Violet.

"My, aren't you a big one?" She said as she eyed my equipment. "I can see why Derpy would have been so adamant about you keeping your -yipe!" I used her distracted state to sweep her up and hold her to my chest. She was warm and soft as she squirmed under my grasp. "Oh come on! I need this! You're a male! Why aren't you responding like one? Rut me! Please!" Dammit, this mare was desperate. At this rate she would wake up the other humans. I needed to calm her down, which, unfortunately meant getting her off.

I was a virgin, I know, shocking given my immense knowledge of the opinions of old dead guys, but true. I also held on to my religious tradition, and wanted to hold out until I got married, or at least was with the girl I wanted to marry. The good doctor here was not in that category. That meant I had to get her off through non-standard practices. I hope my copious amount of porn watching helps me now. I used one hand to cover her mouth to stifle her groans while the other reached down and softly stimulated her labia. She gave a soft groan through my fingers. I gently caressed the outside before slipping a single digit in.

She gave another moan, which I silenced with a 'Shh'. I pulled the finger out and traced the edge of her vagina before pushing it back in. The mare, for her credit, kept her mouth closed as she hummed in pleasure. I prepared to push in another finger when my thumb glided over a nub. This made the mare open her mouth to say "I'm cumming!" Sure enough, my hand was considerably wetter with her juices. "Oh yes, that's it baby. A little more, just a little more. Feels so good, Peter." she continued to groan. Her tongue began to hang out as I slid in another finger. Keeping my thumb over her clitoris, I gently pumped in and out of her soft folds.

I may have been a virgin, but in porn I had always found it hot when a girl got really into the act. I found that when engaged in sex, It is the individual's responsibility to ensure his or her partner experiences the best ride you can provide. I had never tested this theory, but I could feel my resolve slowly slipping. The moans and cries this mare was making, as well as my own sexual frustration, was rapidly breaking down my wall of restraint. In short, I was getting into it, and that scared me a little. I decided to put an end to this before I could fall further. I quickly began pushing every button I could, as fast as I could. I didn't know what would happen, but I could hazard a guess. I turned out to be right when she moaned out loudly and tensed he whole body.

"Oh sweet Celestia, yes! I'm cumming Peter! I'm cumming!" She cried as she came. Her fluids spilled for several seconds onto my hand before she relaxed into a tranquil state. some of the troglodytes had been woken up by this point, and begun growling or whining. I didn't care. I was just tired. I still needed to get rid of my hard on that had developed during our session. I sighed as I pulled away from the vet's warm body. She seemed too caught up in the afterglow to notice. My first sexual experience, and it was with a horse who though of me like a dog. Great. I could contemplate the potential bestiality in the morning It didn't take much to get me off, and after retrieving my underwear I took notice of something.

End Of Sexual Situation

The vet had left the door open, probably for a quick escape if I proved to uncooperative. I gave the kennel a look before quickly deciding I didn't really want to spend the night here if I had any alternative. After a brief consideration of just leaving her in here with the animals for her attempted rape, I scooped up the vet and carried her out with me. She wasn't in her right state of mind, after all, and after our little experience I can't say I didn't have a soft spot for her now. She did have some cute moans.

I stopped that train of thoughts as soon as it appeared.

I took her to her office and laid her on the carpet before beginning a search for some clean sheets. Vet or not, this was a doctor's office, so it's not too hard to imagine they may need to keep clean linens around for various doctor-related needs. I found them in a closet and brought them back. The vet was sleeping soundly, so I put three sheets together to make a semi-thick blanket and laid them over us. Another sheet was bundled up to make a pillow. I settled in and finally began to rest. As I drifted into subconsciousness, the vet snuggled against me, and before my brain could object, slogged state as it was, I returned it. I slept that night on the floor of the vet's office, cuddling her warm body.

Doctor Sweet Touch

I awoke to the warmth of the sun hitting my face. I also had the distinct smell of coffee and donuts fill my senses. I slowly opened my eyes to see my office. It looked about the same as always, except for the sheets that were strewn about and the modest breakfast laid before me. I leaned up, trying to make sense of my situation. Memories of last night suddenly rushed me. My heat flare, the human that was brought in, my attempted seduction, and then... our actions...

I felt a shiver run up my spine remembering how the human had so easily weakened me. I didn't remember anything after that though... So who set all this up? I suppose I might have gotten the sheets after my... session... and just don't remember, but then who got the coffee and doughnuts? I checked my clock. It was still too early for my assistant to come in and find me, and the office is locked otherwise. My mind wracked at who could be responsible before I heard a flush from my personal bathroom. With a slight sense of dread, I turned to the door as it opened to confront my intruder.

Only to see the human, Peter Williams, clad in white sheets forming a sort of toga around his waist and shoulder. He was straightening out his sheets before he noticed me. I shied away under the covers of my pseudo-bed as he approached. He grabbed three items off my desk before he sat down; my notepad, a quill, and an inkwell. Thinking he wanted me to write something, I reached out and grabbed the quill with my magic. This got me a quick flick to my horn, breaking my concentration. I looked at him mildly dazed as he dipped the pen in the inkwell himself. I quickly got over my daze, only to go to astonished when he began writing on the pad. He presented me a note with bad penmanship, but legible.

I write, you talk. It's easier that way.

I gaped at the paper, then up to Peter, then back to the note. "Y-you can write!?" Another dip in the inkwell, a few scritches, and a new note was produced.

I used to be able to talk too, before I came here, anyway.

I couldn't believe it. I was having an honest to Celestia discussion with the human that I tried to have sex with just a few hours ago. Speaking of which, "Listen about last night..." Dip, scritch, and another note.

That was a one time thing. If you really have it that bad, get a boyfriend or a vibrator or something.

I had the decency to blush in shame. "I'm sorry, I just really needed to get off, and I had this client in earlier who just went on and on about how good it was with a human, and you were so docile, I just though one time, just to last me the night, and-" I was silenced by the human, who put a finger on my lips. Dip, scritch, another note.

I understand, you were not in your right mind, and we managed to avoid something we would regret.
I don't hold it against you, just take care it doesn't happen again.

"But I almost raped you! I don't know what's worse, the fact I tried to force you to have sex with me or the possible bestiality. I'm not a fancier, but I just-" Again I was silenced. Dip scritch, another note.

Relax. I took control of the situation, and we both came out okay. Just try to keep your needs in check, alright?

I gave the note a proper look over, then looked at Peter. "Just who are you?" I asked cautiously, not entirely sure I wanted an answer. Dip, scritch, another note.

Peter Armstrong Williams. Philosopher, Statesman, Extra-terrestrial Human.

I looked at the note, then back to Peter, who gave his head a slight nod, then back at the note. I laughed. I laughed hard. "An alien! You expect me to believe you're an alien!?" Dip, scritch, another note.

I am the only human who can communicate.

"How do I know you're not just some science experiment gone awry, or from an ancient race of sentient humans living deep in the jungles?" He raised his eyebrow at me, as if saying 'are you serious', and under his gaze I felt a little silly for having said it. "Okay... say you are an alien... What do you want? To study us? Destroy us? Mate with us?" The human sighed and shook his head. Dip, scritch, another note.

1: Stop reading so many trashy sci-fi/ adventure novels.
2: My greatest want would be to return home
3: Barring return, I would like to live a life of decency putting my skills to good use.

I blushed a bit from his comment on my taste in literature, but upon reading the rest I asked, "So you're stranded here?" He nodded. "You're people just left you here? Just like that?" This time he shook his head. Dip, scritch, note.

Nope. My people didn't send or leave me here. We're mostly limited to our own planet. I don't know what brought me here.

I pitied his case. Abandoned in a strange place with no way home. I once read a story about how dogs would rise up and subjugate ponies, and some time travelers got stuck there. I could see his case being much the same. Overall he seemed to be handling it better than the protagonist.

Before we could continue, I heard the bell on the front door ring, signaling the arrival of my assistant. "Oh my gosh! we've got to hide you!" Peter cocked his head to the side.

Why?

"Because if others find out about you who knows what will happen!" I whispered harshly. He continued writing.

I could just explain myself. Besides, I plan on everyone knowing eventually.

I stared at him, flabbergasted. "They might try to do medical experiments on you!"

Good. Maybe they can figure out what's wrong with my throat. Before I got here, I could talk as well as any pony.

"But what if they-" I was cut off by a doughnut being pushed into my mouth. I closed my eyes in defeat. There was nothing I could do or say to convince this human away from his path. I did have one final question though. "Where did these doughnuts and coffee come from." Peter wrote a quick response before getting up and walking out the door.

I had borrow some money from your desk, but I figured breakfast in bed would help you deal with the whole 'alien from another world' thing better.

That sneaky bastard.