Anon sat in the Ponyville General Hospital waiting room. His hand cradled the elbow of his other arm. Zecora's pussy-judo move of flipping him over by nearly twisting his arm off didn't hurt too much at the time. But by the end of the day, the pain of the injury had gotten worse. He ended up leaving work early to be seen at the hospital, hopefully in time to make it home before Fluttershy started to worry about him being late.

With him in the waiting room were a couple of other injured ponies. One of them was Rainbow Dash, and the other was a familiar grey pegasus that was trying her best to avoid eye contact with Anon. Apparently Derpy and Rainbow Dash were involved in the same mid-air collision, judging from the state of their dislocated wings.

The hospital was not first-come first-serve. The more egregious injuries for the pegasi obviously took priority. By the time Anon got seen, it was dusk. Fluttershy would be worrying about him before too long. He would just have to apologize and explain why later. He knew she would forgive him.

The door to the waiting room opened. "Anon?"

Anon looked up from the magazine he was reading. The nurse calling his name was a white earth pony with a pink mane pulled up into a neat bun just below the back of her nurse cap. The name on her nurse's badge said Redheart. "Yeah, that's me," Anon answered.

Nurse Redheart gave him a strange look. "Why are you here?" she asked.

"My arm got messed up at work," he said, nodding to his shoulder.

She shook her head. "No, I mean, what are you doing here, at a pony hospital, rather than at the vet?"

"The vet!?" he asked indignantly. "I'm not an animal!" She gave him a dubious eyebrow. It was a reminder of how absurd his life was in this world, and how the horseshoe was on the other hoof here. After all, back home he wouldn't have brought a horse to a human hospital. "Okay, no, I get it," he admitted. "But I've already been waiting here for almost two hours."

Redheart sighed. "Oh... okay, fine. I'll see what I can do. But I'm not really qualified to practice in- um... human medicine." Anon got up and followed her into the hallway to exam room one. "Luckily we're not too busy this evening. My shift is almost up, but my relief nurse is running late for the night shift. On the table, please."

Anon smirked, getting up onto the exam table. "Heh, usually I'm the one saying that," he muttered.

"What was that?" she asked as she put on a pair of hoof gloves.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Alright, let's take a look," she said. He presented his injured arm to her. She looked it over from his wrist up to his shoulder. She started to palpate his arm with her hooves. "Let me know if any of this hurts," she said. Again she went from wrist to shoulder, and then back down again, feeling each of the muscles and joints.

"There... and there... Ow!"

"How bad is it?" she asked.

"It's not excruciating," he said. She made a note on her clipboard and continued her physical exam of his arm muscles. "Usually I'm the one giving the massage."

"Oh? You said this was work-related?" she asked. He nodded. Redheart sat back in her seat. "How did this happen?" she asked. "It might give me some insight into the nature of the injury."

"I was, um, giving somepony a massage and, uh, my arm got twisted."

"Hmm." Redheart slowly moved his arm with her hooves, gently moving it through its range of motion. The hinge motion of his elbow, and the circular swing arc of his shoulder. She rotated his wrist through its torsional range, extending the rotation to his elbow.

"Gaahaahaa! There!" he cried out.

She looked over the stabilizing, crossing ligaments in his elbow, connecting to his radial and ulnar. She gave him a more precise palpation. "Does it hurt here?" she asked. He shook his head. "Well that's good. That and the fact that there is no apparent bruising is a good sign. It's not a torn ligament. Hold both of your arms out in front of you, paws up."

"You mean like this? Palms up?" he asked, holding out his hands.

"Yes, like that," she huffed. "I told you, I'm not a vet." She leaned closer and looked back and forth between his arms. Without any other reference, all she could do was compare them to each other. "This one does seem a little swollen at the elbow. It's probably a sprained tendon." She made a note in her clipboard. "A bit of ice for the swelling and a day or two of rest for your foreleg and you should be fine."

"A couple days? But it's almost the vernal equinox!"

"Don't I know it..." Redheart groaned in irritation at the reminder of the date. "But why does that matter to you? And how did you manage to twist your own arm hard enough to sprain a tendon while giving a massage?" she asked.

Anon looked at her nervously. "Um, do you have that thing here, where if I tell you something, it stays a secret?"

"Do you mean doctor-patient confidentiality? Yes. Unless you tell me about something that is going to lead to something illegal, or somepony getting hurt."

"No no, it's nothing like that. I don't think," he said. "Like I said, I work as a masseur over at the Ponyville Spa. And I was giving massage to a mare..." he trailed off.

Redheart tapped her hoof impatiently. "And...?"

"Well, I was giving her a special deep tissue massage... like, elbow-deep," he muttered.

"Oh? Oh. OH!" her eyes lit up in understanding. The specific dimensions of his forearm filled in the rest of the details for her. "So I take it she ordered the... 'happy ending'?"

"... Yeah."

Redheart's demeanor shifted to a comforting tone to try to dispel the awkwardness he was clearly feeling. "I see. Well it is the season. Though I'm surprised you picked up studding. I wouldn't think most ponies would be into bestiality."

"It's not-!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she apologized. "What is the term they use... interspecies erotica?"

"It's not- it's not sex!" he defended. "It's just a massage! With my hands... and sometimes my arm."

"Oh, no-no, I know. It's just a job for you, I'm sure," she said. "I'm not judging. I just find it fascinating."

He shrugged. "Well... thanks. I guess."

"Though I am curious as to how exactly you hurt yourself."

"Well, I was... massaging, and she was enjoying it, very much," he said in an implying tone.

"Oh, I'm sure," Redheart said.

"Yeah, well, in the moment that she was... enjoying it the most, she gripped my arm and rolled over."

She looked at his arm and tilted her head completely sideways, trying to figure it out in her head. "But your elbow can't... How do you still have an arm?" she asked.

"I literally rolled with it, flipping over with her."

"Ah. Quick thinking," she said.

"Well that and the floor was already slippery," he said.

She smirked. "Sounds like she really did enjoy it." He blushed.

"It makes me wonder if, like if I actually was... you know..." he made a subtle humping motion.

Redheart chuckled. "Well as a masseur, I'm sure you've noticed by now that at a fundamental level, our two species have similar architecture, with just a bit a difference in proportions."

"Yeah..." he acknowledged.

She continued, "So I take it that it's safe to assume that you don't have bones in your penis?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Well while bones are very useful to have for our skeleton, they aren't very flexible and can be brittle, compared to say, the spongey flesh of a penis. So, were it a stud in your position, she would have been able to roll over, and be able to freely spin around on it without having to worry about dislocating a joint."

Anon rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah well, I didn't think a mare's... you know..."

"Vagina."

"Vagina... could do that," he said.

Redheart snorted. "Well if you're really serious about studding, you had best learn up on your mare anatomy!" she scolded. "Though I still can't see the appeal other ponies might find in you."

"Well, as I understand it, most studs only last about a minute," he said.

Redheart chortled. "Ha! That's being charitable!"

Anon's nervousness was replaced with pride. "Well I can go as long as a mare needs. As long as she wants."

Redheart's tail twitched. "Oh?"

"Well yeah. It's my arm. I'm not just going to cum and go. I keep at it until my client is completely satisfied."

Redheart's tail twitched harder, flagging upright. With a loud thud, a smooth, blue cylinder fell onto the floor behind her. "Shit, shit!" she curse, scurrying to scoop it up and hide it in her nurse station drawer.

"Wait, was that a dildo that just fell out of your pussy!?" he asked.

"NO!" she snapped. She caught herself and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. No. It's a cooler."

"A cooler... for your pussy?"

"YES!" she growled. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I know you're just curious. Yes. It's a vaginal cooler. Like you said, it's spring, and that means estrus. And for most mares, estrus is agony. I know I'm a nurse and all, but I'm not exactly rolling in bits. It's been an expensive month for me, so I can't afford a stud. I have to settle for this stupid thing."

"Does that work?" he asked.

"Barely!" she groaned. "And that's only when it's cold. And it stopped being cold hours ago!" Her eyes looked at his arm again, tracing up and down along the length of his forearm as her imagination started to wander. "But maybe we can help each other out..."

"Uh..."

"I'll give you some advanced lessons on mare anatomy, in exchange for one of your deep tissue massages."

"But my arm-"

"You have a spare, don't you?" she asked.

He looked at his other arm. "I guess."

"Alright, deal!" She got up out of her chair and jabbed her hooves into his side to shoo him off of the exam table. She pointed at her chair. "Take a seat. Class is in session!" Anon sat in her seat while she rummaged through the drawers of the exam table. She grabbed a couple things and then adjusted the table itself, lifting up a couple of extensions. She climbed up on the table and put a leg up into each of the gynecology stirrups. "Ah, it's nice to just be off my hooves..." With her legs up in the stirrups, she was putting herself on full display to him. "Alright, show me what you can do," she instructed.

He sat there and looked at her. "You want me to just... go for it?" he asked, making a fist with his good hand.

"Yes. But wash your paws first!"

"Oookay..." Anon washed his hands in the sink basin and then sat back down. He reached out with his good hand and started rubbing his fingers against her marehood. It was already plenty wet with her pent up sexual frustration. In seconds his fingers, and a good portion of the rest of his hand was soaked. He started feeding his fingers into her vagina, followed by the rest of his hand.

"Go on, get in there!" she growled. "I'm not some delicate flower that you're going to break. I can take it!"

"As you wish." He slid the rest of his forearm into her with a firm push.

Redheart let out a throaty moan as her pussy was properly filled for the first time in months. "Oh fuuuck, I've missed this!"

Anon's elbow reached her pussy. Without his fingers balled into a fist, they bumped into her cervix, making her voice hitch. "Ooh, sorry," he apologized.

"No, it's okay," she moaned. "See if you can get one of your paw toes in."

"... What?"

"Your- your..." her hoof flailed at his free hand.

"You mean my fingers?" he asked, wiggling them at her.

"Yeah! See if you can put one in!" she asked.

He looked at where his elbow was connected to her pussy. "Um, they're all in. Like, really in."

"No like... even deeper than they are!" she whined.

"Uh..." Anon felt around the back of her vagina. "There's nowhere else to go."

Redheart's eyelids fluttered and she felt his fingers wiggling around inside her. But he was clearly fumbling around blindly in the literal dark. Her frustration only intensified. "Do you not know what you're doing?" she asked.

"Not in the slightest!" he said. "This is all incredibly new territory for me!"

"Open the- the second drawer on the right," she instructed. His free hand opened the drawer "Grab the thing that looks like a big duck bill."

There was only one thing in the drawer matching that description. He pulled it out and held the apparent handle. Giving it a squeeze was like operating a puppet, making the duck bill open and close. "Quack quack," Anon said.

Redheart rolled her eyes. Just like every resident nurse that ever picked it up for the first time. "Alright, get your arm out, and put that in." she said. He pulled his arm out and then slid the bill of the duck into her pussy. "You're going to want the exam light," she said, motioning to the lamp behind him. He turned it on and pointed it at her pussy. "Alright now... quack and take a look."

Anon squeezed the handle of the speculum and Nurse Redheart grunted as her vagina gaped open before him. The bright light of the lamp shined all the way to the back. Anon looked inside, like looking down the barrel of a fleshy Pringles can. "This was not what I was expecting to see when I woke up this morning..."

"Alright," she panted, "You see, in the back, it looks like a belly button?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah..." he said, spying the small divot in the back of her vagina.

"That's my cervix. So in case you ever wondered where foals come from, that's your answer."

"Yeah, that's uh... real neato." Anon got that same visceral feeling in his stomach that he had when he dissected a pig in high school. It was the same clinical, academic setting, but it was still something that was unsettling to see.

"Okay, we're done with the duck," she said. Anon let it close and slid it out. She took her legs out of the stirrups and climbed down off the exam table to reset the exam table to its original, flat setting. She got back on it and laid down on her elbow and knees, flagging her tail up out of the way again. "Alright, now back to where we were before!" she said excitedly. His other hand was still slick with her wetness. He had no trouble sliding it back into her pussy. "Slow down," she said. He stopped.

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't say stop, I said slow." He continued sliding his hand inside her, slowly. "Now before you go too far, stop about..." she paused, and waited. "There." Anon stopped with about a third of his arm inside her pussy. "Alright, see how deep you are?" she asked. He looked, made a mental note of his depth, and nodded. "Okay, push your fingers down, toward the front of my belly." He did as she said, making a small bump in her abdomen. She let out another bestial moan. "Oh yeah, right there! That's the spot! Massage right there!"

Anon's expert masseur hand pressed into the spongy area of her vaginal wall, rolling his knuckles against it and rubbing his fingers against it in firm circles.

"FffuUUUCK!" Redheart moaned, her voice dropping several octaves. "That's how you get a mare off!" she said. "Most mares anyway. But not this one. Grab one of those tongue depressors off the counter," she said pointing at the jar.

"What, you mean these popsicle stick things?" he asked. She nodded and he grabbed one out of the jar. She took it in her hoof.

"Alright, all the way back in with you," she told Anon. He sunk his arm all the way into her to the elbow. "Alright now, remember that belly button?" she asked. He nodded. "See if you can get your, um, finger in there." Now that he had some idea of what it looked like, Anon felt around inside her until he found the small divot with his little finger. "That's it!"

"And you're sure you want me to...?" Anon gave just the slightest push.

She put the wooden tongue depressor in her mouth and nodded. "Mhmm!"

Anon gave his finger a little push and twist to try to get it through the tiny opening. He just managed to get the first knuckle inside. Redheart shrieked and whimpered. The corners of her eyes glistened with tears. Anon froze his movement. "Are you okay!?" he asked.

"Mhmm! Mhmm!" she nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh...kay..." Anon pushed his finger in a little deeper, to the second knuckle. Redheart whimpered again.

"Crit!" she growled through her teeth gripping on the piece of wood. "Pray wiff my crit!"

Anon's other hand started playing with her clit and he wiggled his other finger in her cervix. She started panting and writhing. The tongue depressor fell out of her mouth. "Oh, Dr. Horse, what are you doing to me!? oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck! Grab the bedpan!" she screamed.

"What!? Why!?"

"Because I'm about to piss myself!"

"Shit! Shit!" Anon stretched with his free arm to grab the bedpan off the counter and quickly put it on the exam table between the mare's legs.

"FfffuuuUUUCK!" Redheart cried out, as her hind legs went limp. She flopped flat on top of the exam table as a hot stream began to pour into the bedpan.

Anon tried to remove himself, but found that his arm was quite locked inside her gripping pussy. He braced himself against the edge of the exam table and hoped like hell this mare didn't flip over and break off his good arm. But nothing of the sort happened. Her strained grunts and moans abated and she relaxed, letting him pull his finger out of her cervix, and the rest of his arm slipped free of her marehood. He caught himself from falling in time to land sitting in the chair.

Redheart panted and wheezed as she relieved herself until her stream slowed to a drip and stopped. "Sorry... about that," she said with a ragged voice. She pressed her face into her hoof, unable to bear turning to look at him yet. "It happens with a few mares, when they cum really hard."

"Good to know," he said, making a mental note to never wear shoes to work that he cared about. "And the cervix thing? That's not going to be a regular thing for me is it?" he asked as he looked at the bite marks on the wooden tongue depressor. "I take it you're one of those girls who gets off to a bit of pain?"

She turned her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye and blushed a deep pink. She nodded. "Yeah. Most mares wouldn't like it if you did that to them. I'm kind of a freak like that."

Anon shrugged. "I think everyone has a kinky side," he said. "Some are just better at lying about it."

Redheart nodded. "Thank you for understanding. And for..." she swished her tail, "everything." She looked at his dexterous fingers. "No stallion penis can do that," she added. She slowly got off the table and carefully picked up the bedpan to dispose of her shame.

"So... who's Dr. Horse?" Anon asked.

Nurse Redheart blushed harder. "Did I really say that out loud?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"He's, um... he's my boss."

"Ah. A little office romance?" he asked.

"Of course not," she said. "It's just a crush. He doesn't even know."

"Oh."

"And I'd prefer that it stay that way," she added, pointedly.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, my lips are sealed,"

"I appreciate it," she said. "And, everything else, like I said. It'll make getting through the rest of the spring a breeze. I'll have to come by the spa and see you next spring." She grabbed her vaginal cooler out of the drawer and smirked at him. "Maybe sooner."

She dug around in the cabinet and found a small jar of cream. She put it in his hands. "Topical analgesic. For your arm. That and a couple days rest and you should be back to one hundred percent," she said as she led him out of the clinic.

He took a small amount and rubbed it on his elbow and shoulder, numbing the pain. "Thank you," he said.

"Oh no, Anon... thank you!"

Author's Note

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