Super Short Clopfics!

"And what is the nature of the injury, dearie?"

You blush. "Um, are there any male doctors?"

Nurse Snowheart lets out a long sigh. "Yes; however, I am fully qualified to diagnose your injury, and in fact I or one of the other nurses will be taking your vital signs, changing your dressings, providing your bedpans, and so forth. Now, if you would still prefer to speak only with Dr. Stable directly, I can put a note on your file and he will get to you as soon as possible. Or, you can just show me, and treatment can begin right away."

"Fine." You unzip your pants and in one smooth motion shuck both them and your underwear.

Nurse Snowheart's jaw drops. "What did you stick that in; a bear trap?"

You sigh deeply. "Rainbow Dash. She said she could finish me in twenty seconds flat, and . . . well. . . . " You don't add "Is it bad?" because of course it's bad. Mr. Stiffy might never be the same again.

Now it's her turn to blush. "I'm so sorry. Quite unprofessional." She reaches out a hoof to touch your member, then reconsiders. "I think it's broken."

"I'm sure it's broken. My dick never had a bend like that before. The more important question is can you fix it?"