You can’t seem to stop fidgeting.
You attempt to distract yourself with some of the magazines lying around, but you can’t do it. You can’t stop worrying.
You’ve always hated going to the dentist. When you were little, the dentist would always seem to come up with some insane new gum disease every time you visited, and stick all kinds of horrible instruments of torture in your mouth.
You hear the receptionist call your name. “The dentist is ready for you,” she says.
You swallow your nervousness and follow her into the dentist’s office.
Your nerves immediately vanish when you see the dentist. Unlike the stern, middle-aged stallions you had for dentists as a kid, Ponyville’s dentist is a young blue mare with a striped blue mane, a light blue coat and deep sapphire eyes.
You can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks.
She laughs when she notices you staring at her. “Um, hey? I’m pretty sure I’m meant to be the one examining you, not the other way around!” she jokes.
You laugh at her joke. “Heh, sorry,” you say.
“Okay, just take a seat there, and we can get started,” she says, gesturing with her hoof to the dentist’s chair. “My name is Colgate, by the way.”
You sit on the chair and lean back.
“Open wide,” Colgate says.
You open your mouth and she taps your teeth with some hideous dentist’s instrument.
“Hmm… everything looks okay. You do have the early stages of gingivitis, though,” she says.
“Whahs jijavigh-his?” you say, unable to speak properly due to the presence of a dentist’s mirror in your mouth.
“It’s just a build-up of plaque. It’s nothing to worry about as long as you brush your teeth twice a day,” she says.
She takes the mirror out of your mouth. “Okay, all good. You can get out of the chair now,” she says.
You gladly hop down off the dentist’s chair.
“Do I get a lollipop?” you joke.
She giggles. “Only if you’re under the age of 10.”
You turn to leave, but as you reach the door, Colgate speaks to you again.
“Um… when you walked in here, I couldn’t help but notice the way you looked at me…”
You gulp and prepare for a sexual assault charge or something. Can you get a sexual assault charge just for staring at someone? You begin to wonder about this, but Colgate continues speaking.
“…would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” she asks.
That wasn’t what you were expecting at all. But it’s definitely a welcome surprise.
“Sure!” you reply, perhaps slightly too enthusiastically.
She smiles. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” she says.
This has been a perfect date!
You showed up at Colgate’s door with flowers (which she loved), went out to one of the best restaurants available, had a minor insignificant misunderstanding at the restaurant involving a fire sprinkler, got kicked out, went to a less fancy but far superior restaurant on the complete other side of town, and now you were back at Colgate’s house!
“So…” she says as you stand at her front door, “would you like to come in?”
“Haha, sure, I guess,” you say nervously.
You follow Colgate into her house and sit on the sofa together.
She moves in to hug you and you reciprocate. You begin gently stroking her mane.
You nibble lightly on her ear, which elicits a moan from her.
“Mm… keep doing that,” she says. You continue nibbling gently on her ear while holding her in your arms.
After a while, she moves up and kisses you.
You gently push her down onto the bed and trail your hoof down her stomach until you feel the warmth of her pussy against your hoof…
She smiles at you. “What, already?” she says.
“Uh… am I being too forward?” you ask.
“No,” she says. “I wasn’t complaining.”
You’re about to start playing with her pussy when she moves up and kisses you. Immediately upon kissing you, she pushes you backwards and slides away from you.
“What? What did I do?” you ask.
“One second, wait here,” she says.
She leaves the room for a moment, leaving you to panic over what you’ve done wrong.
She returns to the room with a dentist’s mirror.
“Haha, I’m not into roleplay or anything like that,” you say.
“I’m not roleplaying. Open your mouth,” she says.
“What?! I thought we were gonna have sex, not a frigging dentist session!” you say.
“Open your mouth,” she repeats. She’s being completely serious.
She puts her dentist mirror into your mouth and examines your teeth for a minute.
“You have gingivitis! Unbelievable! You didn’t brush like I told you to, did you? Why do people never listen to dentists?” she says.
“Uh, can we get back to the whole sex thing?” you ask.
“No! Not until I’ve finished telling you about gingivitis,” she replies.
“So,” she says, “now you understand the importance of brushing your teeth twice a day.”
“Yes,” you reply.
“Okay, we can get back to what we were doing now,” Colgate says. She climbs on top of you.
“Uh, are you ready? You don’t look ready,” she says, looking at your flaccid penis.
“Well,” you say, “I think your talk on gingivitis was so cripplingly un-erotic that I may never be ‘ready’ ever again.”
"Let's try anyway," she says.
Just as you think you might be able to salvage this, she grabs a condom out of her drawer. "Wear this," she says. "Otherwise we might get STDs, and as you probably know they have a vast range of side effects which vary from-"
"I KNOW," you reply. You make a mental note to NEVER attempt to have sex with a member of the medical profession ever again.
You try to slide the condom on only to find that it's literally impossible with a flaccid penis. It's like trying to put plastic wrap over an uninflated balloon.
You finally manage to slide it on. This could not be any less appealing.
"Okay, go," Colgate says. You slide your dick into her vagina.
"No, you're doing it wrong," she says almost immediately. "You should attempt to rub against the labia minora."
"What the hell is that?" you ask.
"It's... look," she says, getting back up again. "I'll draw a diagram of the vagina here and label which parts you need to know."
You stop her. "Listen... sorry, but I'm not really into this. I might just leave," you say.
"Oh, come on," Colgate whines, "just try."
After 2 long, painfully awkward hours, you finally succeed at having boring, clinical sex with Colgate while she gives you endless advice on how to improve.
Well, at least you can leave now.
"So, anyway, I'll see you later, I guess," you say, getting out of bed.
"Okay," Colgate says, "oh, and I should have told you earlier but I used to be a man."
You stare at her for a moment longer. "Okay. Bye, then."
