Your name is Swan Song a 13-year-old earth pony with a light blue coat, light and dark grey mane, and vibrant green eyes. You’ve had enough of the world. Equestria, your home, other ponies, everything… You wanted it to end. Despite being just a colt, life wasn’t fulfilling and you wanted nothing more than for the ride to end despite it just beginning. It consumed every moment in your mind. You had tried before but couldn’t work up the nerve. You tried again this time and managed to kick the stool over, but your parents became when they heard the loud thud of your stool being kicked over. Leading to you being in the psych ward of Ponyville hospital for an indefinite period.
They’ve had you go to both private and group therapy, given you drugs, weird magic shit, and other things that you’re not sure how to categorize. You have, for the most part, resigned to your fate here. That was until you started having some vivid dreams and fantasies. Mainly, dying terribly through a variety of means. Most of them barbaric executions like having your head crushed by a boulder, being cut in half, beheaded, and many more.
Thinking about them disturbs you as much as it does arouse you. Almost every time you wake up from these dreams your member is standing straight up. Several other fantasies of yours have become apparent to you during your stay here. You’ve had thought of becoming a bit more… sexual with the staff and other patients. It’s not like you care about the consequences. You still want to die, now you just get a hard-on from the idea of it.
A knock on your door knocks you out of your inner thoughts before your usual visitor comes in, your Doctor. The comparatively giant griffon walks over to you and sits on the side of your bed. His feathers and fur a sea of complex shades of grey and notably furry and plump ass concealed by his white coat. Your eyes often wandered like this and he knew what you thought of him. You remained staring at his ass for a while before his voice brought you back to reality.
“You been sleeping any better” He asks.
“Better than it has been,” you reply, “but that’s not to say good.”
He picks out a clipboard and pen and begins taking some notes. You wait some moments for him to write whatever it is that it is. He looks back up at you. “Same questions as usual?” you ask leaning back into your pillow. “For the first few,” he answers, “I have a few new ones I need you to answer.”
He asks you the usual lines; ‘how’re you feeling’, ‘any suicidal thoughts’, and so one. Until he gets to the newest lines of questions. “Have you been having any sexual fantasies revolving around death?” He asks.
“N-no… Yes…” You quietly answer.
“Do you enjoy these thoughts?” he continues to question.
“… Kind of…” You say meekly.
“Could you tell me some of them?” he asks.
You shiver with a mix of dread, nervousness, and odd arousal. You try to keep your cock from poking out under the bedsheets. “W-well uh…. I die in them and….” You stumble through your words as the gryphon looks on at you with those cold calculating eyes. “Go on.” His deep reverberating voice echoes in your ears in the painfully quiet room.
You sigh in resignation. You know how your doctor is; he’ll keep poking and prodding until you give an answer. You steel yourself for the discomfort that comes with revealing personal information about yourself.
“… Most of the time, they just start out as romantic encounters; dinner, kissing, all that jazz. Then it starts getting grim and dark. For example, I’d go and out for a date, we’d go back to their place and they would begin to get more aggressive and demanding until it hit a boiling point. They’d hit me and keep on until I was dead or unconscious. From that point it would splinter in many other scenarios or I’d wake up with my stallionhood between me and the bed…” You told your doctor.
However, as you were telling him you got too focused on telling and your stallionhood. As soon as you came to your senses it was too late to cover it up. The doctor’s cold stare was directly on it. Mortified couldn’t even describe it. Yeah, you were talking about you dick just a second ago but popping a fuckin boner right in front of him. Were you able to break out of frozen horrified state, you’d look for a way to just kill yourself right then and there to escape this.
It took you a moment to realize that he was trying to tell you something.
“…wan Song, It’s alright.” He told you. You, on the other hand, were just there staring at him. “I’m a Doctor, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen an erect penis…” He says. All you’re able to do in response is stutter and fumble your word before deciding to stay silent and waiting for him to continue. To try to comfort you, or at least you figure, your doctor gives you a hug. It’s only with what little control you have that you suppress a moan from your cock being press between your body and his.
“I want to give you a drug that we’ve been experimenting with here. You parents have signed off on it all, but I want to make sure you’re comfortable with this. I know you’ve been given almost everything conceivable from A to Z but still.”
You think on it for a moment before nodding. What’s one more pill or shot anyway? “Alright, this is an experimental drug so tell me if anything starts feeling off. First, it’ll start to make you numb before it begins putting you to sleep. It’s a liquid ingestible so no pill or needle needed.” He explains making sure you understand before you nod once more.
He pulls out an oral syringe and plastic bottle with a laundry list of indecipherable chemicals and warnings. You open your mouth for the doctor to inject it in your mouth. In spite of your best efforts to keep the liquid off your tongue it coats it in its bittersweet taste. Almost instantly, it makes your tongue numb as well as your throat as you swallow. It doesn’t take long for the other effect of the drug to start to take effect.
You lay back in your bed as the doctor watches over you in case of any emergency. He gently runs his clawed fingers through your monochrome mane to make sure you’re calm. As you drift off into sleep you feel faintly warm and heavy all over. Little did you know that you probably wouldn’t be here ever again.
Author's Note
As I said in the description of the story, this is the first story I'm posting here on Fimfiction. Constructive criticism is welcome and I hope you will enjoy the story.
