Life's Left Hook

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

This was it.

This poor pony's life depended on you doing this.

On a moving, bumpy locomotive, at that.

It's a shame you accidentally cut your right arm off in a horrible wood chipper accident 5 minutes ago, but you could make due.

You didn't even feel it, and you'd only need one hand.

Not for the operation.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

The pony, a violet unicorn that is oddly familiar, lies on the table, ribcage exposed.

That ribcage would have to go to get to her heart.

You grab the hammer with your left hand.

It's a little difficult to grab it, but you finally manage to clamp your hand on it like 'the claw' in those dumb arcade games.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

With that, you rotate your arm back, and swing

You miss. The hammer hits her foreleg.

You swing again, landing on its mark.

A couple of ribs fly out.

She mutters something, but you can't hear it.

It's probably from the magiculate you injected inside.

Also, the hammer is orange now.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

You swing again and again, beating out the ribcage.

You start grabbing the organs and tearing them out.

And then you scream.

Fuck your throat hurts.

FUCK THIS BURNS WITH THE POWER OF ODIN

MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP

*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP*

You wake up.

And you reach up to grab your throat.

There's something in there.

It's a fucking tube.

Before you can tear it out, you feel something pull your arm back.

"OoOoh, nononono," the familiar, accented voice says, trying to sound soothing.

"Take that out and you von't be able to breathe!"

What the fuck is happening?

"...whuh..."

Aperta sighs, and shakes her head.

"Dannazione, I told you. NO strenuous activities. Coitus is among those activities."

Your cheeks glow red.

"And, I'm afraid you're in no good condition at all. Your lungs are having qvite a few issues, and it's going to take some time for you to heal."

She turns away, trotting to grab some things in her room.

It's a lot smaller than you remember...

And there's something running in the background, making quite a racket.

Must be the X-Ray machine.

You look around.

"...Whuuuh... Wha... O-Och..."

She sighs, not bothering to look at you.

"Your 'partners' are on ze train. Don't vorry.

WAIT.

"...WHUUUH..."

She almost chuckles at your attempts at speech.

"Mmm, yes, you are as vell. Don't vorry. Cadance is paying me to come along in case something stupid happens."

"She really vants ze best for you, I hope you know."

A rather odd tone came on her voice—not one you'd expect from a doctor.

You're beginning to assume that this doctor is more than a doctor to Cadance.

But, then again, from what you've seen, this doctor isn't exactly the 'professional' type; she's more blunt than a worn billy club.

"But, I'm assuming you vant to know ze information you need to know?"

You really didn't.

You really, really didn't.

"...UuuUuh..."

"Good. I'll get started right avay. Ze good news is, ze chance of mortality is low—tventy-three percent, under typical conditions. You are not under any typical conditions."

You see her smile.

She really must take some pride in her work.

"However. You -vill- have some problems from here on out. None are permanent, spare some difficulty you may have vith your lungs. It von't be too hindering, thankfully, since you vere so lucky to be taken in so quickly."

Wait. How -were- you taken in?

"But, there vill be absolutely -no- strenuous activities No, no sex for you, Mr. 'Hot Monkey Dick'."

She chuckles and snorts, grabbing a vial from a cabinet.

"Merda... Anyvay, I've given it some thought. Since you seem to have... 'Unique' problems... I suppose there are a few things you could do. So long as you yourself are not doing any of ze vork."

She sighs, shakes her head, and brings the vial over to your IV.

She sets the vial up in the IV, and soon, you feel quite a bit more relaxed.

Must be a sedative.

"It took a lot of thinking, and a lot of painstaking vork. You can thank me later."

Wow.

This doctor has just reached bro-tier status.

"Can you talk? You should be able to. I didn't cut your tongue out, as tempting as it vas."

That sounded sincere.

A little fear in your mind, you try to talk.

"M-My throat... It hurts like hell..."

"And it vill, until your lungs are stable. Then I'll sew your throat back up and you'll be good as new. Almost."

You really wish she would give you some sort of confidence...

"But, until that time comes, you're here to stay."

With that, she promptly takes her leave.

Fucking hell.

You were stuck here.

Your waist was strapped to the bed too.

You just lie there, absolutely hopeless, until the door swings open.

In come Cadance and Octavia, one right after another.

They trot up on either side of the bed.

Cadance looks like she ran through traffic—her eyes were baggy, and it was clear she was too tired to even walk.

Octavia was tired as well, but not as much.

And you saw a part of her mane that was still a caked mess of cum, juice, and... Magic goo.

Which you would later learn is deemed 'magicum'.

Heh.

Her face was washed, but there were still a few 'hints' here and there.

That didn't matter, though. Her face was still beautiful.

"A-Anon?" Cadance says weakly, looking down at you.

Octavia reaches down to grab your hand. "Are you... Okay?"

You look up at her and nod weakly.

"I'll live. Most likely..."

She smiles.

"I'm glad... I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Your heart flutters a bit, and the quote merits an odd glare from Cadance.

You turn to her and raise an eyebrow.

She looked so weak, it's amazing she could stand.

"Anonymous?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"I don't think I've ever had better sex in my life... Not even with Shining."

"We make a great tag team," Octavia says, chuckling.

At this time, all three of you notice that the doctor had found her way back into the room, and her jaw was hanging.

All three of you stare at her, and she stares back.

"Erm... I didn't vant details, but... Good to know Mr. Anonymous is... Competent..."

That probably sounded -really- bad...

Cadance shakes her head.

"I hope I've told you about Shining, have I not?"

The doctor looks a bit confused. "How he's aiding Twilight with the castle?"

"No. How he's..."

The doctor's eyebrows arch. "Oooh, no. He's not with...?"

"I'm almost certain he is."