Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Sweetie Belle shifted her legs around in nervousness.

At least, she wanted to do that, as the metal leg braces firmly set in her flesh and bone made such act that it was as darign as it was painful and pointless. In any case, she was eagerly waiting to hear the response of the test from the doctor, her diaper crinkling a little as she still shifted aroudn with only her hips and letting her fingers twitch around uncontrollably.

The door creacked a little and the lock made a sudden clickling sound, making Sweetie Belle bend forwar toward the door and look very carefully at it. The door then opened, as a father escorted a little girl wearing a back brace that was barely covered by her light blue sundress and her matching green short skirt. the nurse, wearign a long light green coat and the standar-issue cap on her head covered in red stright hair, smiled as she waved at the two, before turning to Sweetie Belle, adjustign the smile to one of attemtped comfort.

"Next up, miss Sweetie Belle," the nurse siad, as she then walked next to her, just as Sweetie Belle, slowly and shakily, helped herself with her hands to get up on her legs.

"thank you very much, but I can do it," Sweetie Belle said just as she stood up on her knees and made one temptative step forward. The nurse chuckled, as she quickly made Sweetie Belle wrap her left arm around her neck.

"I know oyu can do it, but you should not strain yourself too much, sweetie," the redhead nurse said, as she escorted Sweetie Belel inside, to much of the girl's chargrin.

The doctor, a lean and tall man with a sligth case of hunchback and shirt black curvy hair, was currently sitting behidn the glass and metal table covered both in paperwork and decoratory trinkets from several pharmaceutical companies and other sources, probably the doctor's old relatives. The rest of the studio featured an examiantion table, a big card index cabinet whose style was a mash-up of whatever spare parts were used to repair it, leading to the sight of baroque handles used alongside round and msooth handles of dull metal, and cabinet doors that changed the style of the glass in a very consistent way.

The nruse faked a cough and poitned Sweeite Belle towards a black stool nearby at the same time. The doctor lifted his head from the papers, looekd at the nurse and then to Sweetie Belle, clutchign his hands together against his almost-invisible belly.

"What do we have here," he said, smiling a little "the little rebel."

Sweetie Belle blushed annoyed, at the doctor's quite unexpected little teasing. She didn't like him, not one bit ever sicne she had been told to wear thsoe legs braces by him.

"Please just tell me the tests' results, doctor," Sweetie Belle said with a groan and a eyeroll "I'm going to walk without looking like some kind of metal puppet or not? An are my nerves getting better or not?"

The doctor shrugged, as he grabbed a sand-colored folder labeled with Sweeite belle's full name that was sitting on the desk's top. He opened it, and pulled out two X-ray sheets and several documents from the folder.

"So, your urography shows that your bladder had healed fully," he said, pointign at one of the X-rays, which showed most of Sweetie Belle's body from the base of her chest to her knees, the actual hip in the center with a white glow highlighted in the center of the hip bones. Sweetie Belel smield and nodded, not getting what the X-ray actually showed but udnerstadnign it was showing improvement. The doctor then showed anotehr X-ray, this one with Sweetie Belle's legs bones and metal rods in sight, showing, alogn with the screws and the rods, the cracks in the bones, which, however, Sweetie Belle could clearly tell by herself were a lot less smaller than previosuly.

"Your legs are recovering well, but you'd need to use crutches more often, or it will take longer to heal." He said, before passing to take up the documents.

"The nerve tests and the urodunamic one tell me that your nerves are, very slowly, going back to work. You will eb able ot regain control over your bldder..." Sweetie Belle smiled widely, as htne the doctor continued "for the most part. It's more likely that you'll need ot be at least twenty minutes from a bathroom for qutie a while, maybe until you are twenty, and, even then, you won't be completley back to yoru faculties."

Sweetie Belel's smile faded, as she pouted and crossed her arms annoyed.

"Damn it... why did this had to happen to me?" She whispered, as the doctor quickly put everythign back in the folder.

"Well, then, we will see again in one month at the hospital, when we'll remvoe those rods from your legs," he said, as Sweetie Belle extracted the cash from her trouser's pocket and slammed it on the desk before slowly getting up and trying to rush out of the studio without saying a word.