Dental Dismay

by Nightprincessluna

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Comedy, Rarity, Porn, Sex, Non-consensual
Length: 5110

A stallion gets a surprise appointment at a dentist and comes out with a set of shiny new gnashers and a newfound appreciation for dental care bought about by some rather odd methods.

Dental care is no laughing matter. After being bundled into the back of a mobile dental clinc, a stallion from Trottingham comes to find himself faced with a strange set of dental nurses and doctors, who happen to be armed with an even stranger set of skills and tools.

Contains: Dentist play, mind break, drugs, latex, dronification and questionable dental degrees.

(Inspired by, and written with permission of Sqwrrkpon. They commisioned some cool images posted to twitter and Derpibooru if you want to check them out)

Published 2023-06-04 13:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-06-04 13:40:01 UTC

Chapter 1

It was the night before Christmas. As was tradition before Christmas, most of the stallions from Trottingham had taken to the bars and pubs for a drink, the faithful had flocked to the churches, and the unlucky were already wasted before the party had properly begun.

The earth pony stallion known as Rebound was already four whiskies deep into the night, being well regarded as a war hero, he had several ponies offer to buy him drinks, and being from a polite upbringing, it had been hard to simply turn them down. Of course, he knew when enough was enough and had politely excused himself back out onto the street to stumble home.

A unicorn stallion known as Hatter had tagged along for the walk and Rebound was doing his very best to keep him on the straight and narrow and out of trouble. It seemed like the gray unicorn wanted to get into trouble. Rebound wasn’t the most patient of ponies, but after bonding over drinks he felt somewhat responsible for him.

“Ah… Ansh… So, So… You see? I’m… Like… If you hadn’t of… Been there, I’sh I’d… I’d.. Have slashed em’” The gray stallion declared, before the black top hat that was barely staying atop his head glowed a deep shade of emerald green, floating from his head and vanishing into his jacket.

A moment later he drew a straight razor from his pocket using that same magic. He attempted to draw it with a flourish, but with so much alcohol in his system, his magic failed to keep a tight grip and he ended up tossing it towards an alleyway a short distance away.

Rebound felt astounded at his stupidity and arrogance in drawing a weapon before a member of the royal guard, but he kept such thoughts to himself. He would be home soon, and then he wouldn’t have to deal with this pony again.
“Yes, I’m sure you would have, and as a member of the Royal Guard, I would have then needed to beat you senseless.” Despite the amount of drink in his system, Rebound’s voice was as clear as ever.

Hatter waved one of his perfectly groomed hooves at the stallion in a dismissive fashion as he moved to fetch the blade, “Course you would’ve Mr Gimp.”
Rebound felt rage bubble up inside of him. After an unfortunate battle, he had suffered massive wounds to his body and wore a set of faux leather clothing to cover the scars. A leather jacket, boots, hood, along with a wooden domino mask that covered the top half of his face.
“I wear this because of-”

“Yeah, yeah… Sorry, come look at this shit!” The stallion said, completely disregarding the grave insult that he had just slighted Rebound with.
This stallion was drunk. After several seconds of slowing his breathing, Rebound moved over to the alleyway entrance as Hatter picked up and folded away his razor.

Rebound’s eyes peered into the darkness, the same shade of emerald green as Hatter’s, and just as easily able to punch through the dark. At the back of the alleyway was a plate containing a pot of tea, some of it already poured into a white china cup, and filling out the rest of the plate was a selection of piping hot crumpets with different toppings.
“What… The hell?” Rebound muttered, completely derailed form his anger.
“You think it’s like… A trap or smthin?” Hatter said, completely devouring half the letters of the final word.

Rebound adjusted his mask, “Do I think that the plate in the back of a dark alleyway containing some of my favourite food and drink is a trap? Even as drunk as you are, do you really think that’s up for debate?”

Hatter sat down slowly, the tail of his red felt jacket acting as padding against the cold cobbles as he stared at the plate of food. “Maybe someone dropped it?”
Rebound rubbed his hoof softly against his mask. This was making his brain hurt. “Maybe somebody dropped a full plate of still warm food in the back of an alleyway… I’m sorry, but just how fucking stupid are you?” Temper. His temper was climbing, and he shoved it deep down back inside.
“Well, what if like… They left it out for the homeless. What if I sneak in and swipe it from the side of the walls?”

Rebound let out a long, heavy sigh. Why did he feel so tired all of a sudden?
“Look, you really want to go eat the poison I’m not going to stop you, it’s my night off and I just want to get home.”

Hatter grinned like the cat that had gotten the cream, before his horn glowed brightly, magic wrapping around his hooves. Then the feminine stallion walked over to the side of the alleyway and pressed his front hoof against it.

With a slight push, he then begin to walk along the wall like some kind of spider. Rebound was tired and didn’t want to argue any more, so simply watched as the stallion scurried along the side of the wall like gravity wasn’t even a thing. Once he reached the side of the plate, his horn glowed brighter, grabbing a crumpet from the plate and bringing it to his maw.

He looked like the smuggest little bastard in the candy shop for a few moments, as nothing further happened. There was no huge trap, and he stepped down from the wall to pick up the plate.

Unfortunately, what he had failed to spot was the snare currently set on the ground, a snare that his back hoof landed in perfectly. In an instant it pulled taunt around his hoof and begin to pull him backwards. For a few moments, Hatter simply looked confused at where the rope was taking him, at least until the magical illusion that made up the back wall disappeared and revealed that he was in fact being pulled towards a large carriage on the other side of the street.

A carriage that had “Rarity’s Mobile Dental Clinic” plastered across the side of it in bold black letters. Upon seeing the words ‘Mobile’ the older gray stallion was already slightly scared, but the word ‘Dental’ sent him into a blind panic.

A shrill scream escaped his lips as he was pulled backwards towards it, his hooves desperately attempting to find purchase on the cold cobbles as his terrified face practically begged for help.
Of course, Rebound wasn’t about to leave him. With another long sigh, he begin to dash towards the carriage.

Hatter didn’t have much chance to fight, and was pulled into the back of the dental surgery before Rebound had even crossed half the street. Once this happened, there was the sound of a shutter slamming shut.

There was a metal shutter preventing him from entering the carriage itself, but before he begin to beat it in with his hooves, he noticed a metal intercom set just off to the side. He pressed the small button and the intercom let out a short buzz.

After a few moments, the speaker crackled softly and a feminine voice on the other side spoke up.
“Hello, can I help you?”
Rebound felt his brow furrow. “I think you just kidnapped my acquaintance?”
“Err… Proof?”
“I just saw it with my own two eyes?”
“No you didn’t Darling.”

Fuck. Bested again.

I don't care for story, give me porn!

Hatter found himself in what seemed to be a dental surgery. He couldn’t quite be sure, but he was strapped into a padded white chair, restraints around his front and back hooves, binding him firmly into place. He wasn’t happy about it.
“Whahs isj this? Where ish my jackjsit!” He called out, looking around with an understandably bemused expression on his face.

The inside of the carriage/truck was white and sterile. Normally he would be scanning for a way out. But he was currently very drunk and the bright lights weren’t helping at all.

A ring slipped onto his horn and in an instant he felt his magic go dull and dead. A pure white mare with stunning deep azure eyes stepped into his view.

She was wearing a nurses outfit, or what he assumed was a nurse’s outfit, only it was made out of some kind of tight fitting rubber. For a few moments he thought that this was a hit taken out by a mob and this mare was going to carve him into tiny little bits.

But the outfit didn’t look like that of a butcher, it was white, with tight fitting purple shoes and a nurse’s dress, along with a tiny little hat that had a picture of a tooth on it.

“Are you drunk? You sound drunk.”
“Mayb… Maybe just a smiddgen.” He responded sheepishly to the pretty mare with the perfect blue eyes. They were the kind of eyes that would have caused him to get up to all kinds of trouble in his youth.
“That isn’t good. We can’t work on you if you’re drunk.”

Once again, alcohol had been the cause of, and solution to his problems.

The perfect pretty mare stepped around to the front of him and gave a sickly sweet smile that made him feel queasy. It was the kind of over polite smile a receptionist would give you before saying they were leaving you to starve.

He got a good look at her teeth however, and as expected of a dentist, they were perfect in every way imaginable.
“Well, we can still have a look what it is we’re dealing with. Open wide, dear.”

Hatter shook his head, and the mare stepped closer. She was a temptress, a siren, and he wouldn’t fall for her tricks.
“Come on dear, we can’t help you if you won’t even open your mouth.”
“Rude to look a gift horse in the mouth, sod off,” He said simply, “You should jsuh let me go, I’m drunk.” Honestly he was proud of himself for managing to get through that entire speech without slurring half his words.

The mare shook her head sadly, “Nurse, we’re going to need the gas for this one. Please.”

Someone he couldn’t quite see stepped up behind him, and he felt a set of hooves steady him, along with the hiss of a gas bottle. A black tube ending in a funnel in the shape of his muzzle moved in front of him. Of course, he didn’t like this. Nobody got to fuck with his oxygen supply and got away with it.

The device he didn’t fully know the name of slipped over his muzzle. The stallion simply refused to breathe in. Sometimes, his own genius even scared him.

With the air-tight seal, he soon realized the issue that he was going to have to breathe sooner or later. Unless he didn’t. He was simply not going to breathe until he passed out, that’d show them.

The dental nurse with the pretty blue eyes simply stared at him with a slightly dopey smile on her face. The bitch was enjoying this! He studied her closer, drinking in the strange detail of her mane, which was styled over to one side, ending in a small curl. The other side of her mane was also curled, going around the back of her head so that the curl was resting on her shoulder.

Two little ear-rings in the shape of teeth adorned her ears. This might not have seemed all that strange, but Hatter had grown up in a rough place and had a knack for reading ponies. The uniform didn’t match this mare. No dental doctor would put this much effort into their appearance, it would get messed up before the end of the day.

Who was she? His mind was racing, and his lungs were starting to burn. But he didn’t even get a choice on whether or not he wanted to breathe the gas in, it was slightly pressurised, and the sickly sweet smelling substance poured into his nose.

His lungs were screaming at him for oxygen, and they begin to burn. He tensed up against the straps holding him down to the medical chair, but they refused to budge, and after the light burning progressed into feeling like there were two lumps of burning coal inside of him, he had no choice but to wildly struggle and squirm, like a worm on a hook.

Tears begin to form at the edges of his eyes as he pulled his hooves up against the straps, it felt like he was going to die, but that wasn’t the case! He couldn’t… But he had to, and with a final desperate rattle he sucked in a deep breath of the gas.

The mare gave him a polite smile as the world span and the mask was pulled away. He was left gasping for air desperately, all while the doctor/nurse/pretty mare stared at him with that sweet smile.

An instant after he breathed in the gas, his head felt light, and his body felt hot and heavy, like he had just been for a really long run and was now getting to relax. It wasn’t painful, but it made it impossible for him to move. He was just so heavy.

After he slumped back into the chair, the mare stepped forward and tapped her hoof against her badge softly.
“My name is Rarity, I’ll be your dentist today.”
Hatter stared up at her. He wanted to be angry. Oh, the things he wanted to do in that instant, but he couldn’t bring himself to do any of them.

It was like his mind was trapped in a fog. Rarity, that name should have meant something to him, considering he was a hat designer, but it was like all his memories were far away and he just didn’t have the focus to follow after them.

His mouth was forced open, Rarity staring inside, and her perfect face was suddenly split apart by a scowl. He had made her upset. He didn’t like making her upset.
“Most of the teeth in the patient's mouth are out of alignment or missing. Jaw alignment appears to be off,” She stared down at him, as if expecting an explanation. Of course, someone had drugged him up so much he could barely even remember his own name.

“Front four teeth, upper and lower, remain, along with all four first molars. It looks like… This was part of an emergency procedure carried out by someone without a proper dental licence, if the jaw alignment is anything to go by.”

It took her a few moments to come up with a response after seeing the state of his mouth, but she gave him a soft, comforting smile that made his skin crawl.
“We’re going to have to get an alternate treatment method for this one.”

The device he found himself staring at was something approximating an x-ray machine. Being high as a kite, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was. His perception of time was a little bit warped, and he was still drunk, but the device ended in what appeared to be a computer screen.

As he stared at the screen, he found that it didn’t really matter what the device was. It projected images of pretty white teeth that seemed to enter right into the very back of his mind.

His mind was wondering. What had he been worrying about? Pretty images danced before him, burning right into his brain like they were being etched there with a laser.

Hatter tried to keep focused as he laid himself back into the chair. But there was no chair. There was only him, and the pretty images playing all around him. For a few moments he was confused, then he was slightly scared.

There was no way that this was a normal dental treatment, that much was obvious from the start, but all of a sudden he was having one hell of a hard time keeping a grasp on his identity. His arousal was slowly filling his body, and it was pushing out everything else as it filled him up.

He let out a desperate gasp, trying his best to piece his identity together. The stallion felt so relaxed, there was a thick fog of desperate arousal flooding through his body that he couldn’t handle.

Yet it wasn’t the normal kind of arousal, the kind of arousal that told him he simply had to pin some pretty mare down and pump her full of foals. It wasn’t even the kind of arousal that led to his cock getting hard.

No, it was a strange, new type of arousal, a burning need that didn’t seem to have an attachment to anything. That fog was thickening, closing in with every passing second. He needed to focus.

Already the entire world had melted away, pretty images were dancing before his eyes, but he didn’t care. Hatter needed to block them out, doing the best he could to remember everything he was able.

His name. Hatter. He had picked it after a book he had read while in hospital. He had used it to pick a new life for himself. The gray unicorn remembered going to college, spending months being bullied for not being able to figure out the sewing machine.

In the end he had realized he was simply better stitching with his magic.

Memories flashed before him. Pretty images and dental diagrams of the positions and names of the teeth, canines, bicuspid, molar. Something was happening. Hatter’s hooves felt cold.

His mouth felt numb. Desperately, the unicorn did his best to try and pull himself back into the waking world; Something was happening to him, and he needed to stop it.

The arousal in his body seemed to grow even higher. These memories weren’t his. Years spent training to be a dental nurse, studying every aspect of oral hygiene. Rubber. Picking out a name for himself. Dozens of diagrams and other important images from the years of study laying themselves out before him.

Who was he? He didn’t know, he was simply lost in a sea of fog and blissful arousal. Years of study. Years of lusting and following after his favourite dentist: Rarity.

He had worked and slaved to be more like her. Like a lot of stallions his age Hatter had lusted after her. His old bedroom had been decorated with posters of her, long summer evenings had been spent stroking himself to the latest dental publications with page long sprawls of text on the latest dental products and treatments written by the mare himself.

Getting into that dental collage had been the second hottest day of his life, just behind when he had been assigned his suit and number. 33. It was a number that meant more to the dental nurse then anything else in the world. It had it tattooed onto the side of it’s flank, right over the three diamonds that had been loaned from its heroine.

Of course, it would never be able to come close to the perfection of the real deal, but studying at their dental school and working for them was almost as good.

Slowly, the dental office came back into view. The cold feeling had spread over their entire body, only now instead of feeling cold, it felt comforting. All those years of training, working to follow in the hoofsteps of its’ heroine to earn this suit.

White rubber coated every inch of its body, apart from its face. How long had it been out for? What exactly had happened? Where was its mask? It didn’t feel comfortable without its mask!

Rarity stepped around in front of him, a sweet smile on her face. The mare looked as though she had just climbed from out of some perfect painting.

“Oh dear! You took quite a tumble, are you feeling alright?”

Of course, it couldn’t respond. What would it even say? Rarity already knew every word that it could have said. She was so smart, a real medical genius.

Something wasn’t right. What was he doing here? Why was he tied down?

Rarity smiled down at the drone, something that made it shudder and quiver softly. “Oh, sorry, you must be missing your mask so much. How did that happen?”

The drone didn’t know. Its head was aching like the beginnings of ice cream pains. Oh… It did miss its mask. That was what was wrong.

Right?

Any doubts it could have had were melted away when Rarity pressed one of her prim and proper hooves, covered with the required white rubber surgical gloves to the drones groin. Wordlessly, 33 pressed itself up into the tentative touch of the mare that had inspired its whole life.

Its groin was covered by extra thick vulcanised rubber that prevented it from being distracted, but even with that being the case, Rarity’s touch seemed to fill its lower body with an incredible warmth, a warmth that blossomed like a blazing fire, leading to 33 wildly bucking its hips, desperately trying to draw Rarity into pressing her hoof down into its bulge harder.

Rarity scoffed softly. “That’s it, you must be feeling better already. Now, are you going to sit still until we get your mask back into place?”

33 didn’t know. But if Rarity wanted it to sit still then that was what it was going to do. Anything for Rarity. Anything to be a better dental nurse. Anything to make Rarity happy.

Its body squeaked softly as it settled back into the chair. Wow, 33’s head sure was fuzzy. Rarity’s deep blue eyes smiled brightly down at it, filling it with a strange warmth.

Her hoof was still rubbing softly against the white vulcanised rubber between its legs. 33 wasn’t sure what exactly what was so special about that spot, but it sure did feel good. Pleasure was floating through the entire body of the drone, who was almost drooling at this point.

Somewhere, something, or someone moved, 33 couldn’t be sure, and the dental drone didn’t care. Its eyes were focused firmly on the azure orbs of its muse.

Above, a metallic device with several claw like devices on it lowered into view Its mask hung off it. It recognised it almost instantly, a white, thick rubber thing. It hungered for it.

33 loved his visor. It loved its mask too, but most of all it loved Rarity and how she was perfect in every single way that its limited imagination could draw up.

The mask came in three parts. There was the visor which went over its eyes, the part that it was currently fixed on most of all, as it was a rich blue colour that tinted the whole world and made it a shade of blue, a constant reminder of Rarity’s perfect blue eyes.

She lowered the mask closer and closer, 33 barely able to contain itself as her dainty hoof kept gently rubbing at its groin. A reward for years of hard study in a dental college.

Although, if 33 was being honest, they had passed in almost no time at all, and it would happily do them all again just to get a little more attention off Rarity.

The first part of the mask kissed against its lips, sucking in a deep breath around the rubber as it was pulled into place over the lower part of its face, pulling taunt against its muzzle. All of a sudden it became impossible to draw breath into its lungs.

Was that a thing that it did, breathing? It couldn’t quite rememberer, it hadn’t been fully aware of it, but it wasn’t worried in the slightest about the fact that it was no longer able to breathe. 33 trusted Rarity completely, she was a medical professional after all.

Rarity cooed softly as she moved behind the loyal drone. 33’s lungs were starting to complain, but it blocked out the complaints and stared at the mechanical arm above that was currently halfway through lowering down the other parts of its mask, keeping them just tantalizingly out of reach. Rarity liked to take on a hooves on approach, it was part of the reason she was so perfect.

Her dainty hooves were a lot stronger then they seemed, firmly holding the white rubber covering down against their muzzle and starving their body of air. A strange noise like electrical fuzz was suddenly blazing in its ears, but it didn’t care in the slightest, too focused on the perfect blue eyes of the mare above.

“That’s good…. That’s a good drone. Breathe deep for me,” Even though it went against every natural instinct that the drone might have had it followed the orders, breathing in deeply.

It was as though it had just sucked in a breath of icy artic air. It tingled and chilled down their throat, as though they had just gotten the cool white latex injected straight into the very core of their being.

Following after the cooling feeling of rubber was the precious oxygen that its body was screaming out for. It had never doubted Rarity for a second, but its body relaxed back against the chair as a strange fuzzy fog filled its surprisingly empty mind.

“There you go, isn’t that nice? Now we can get your mask and visor fitted,” As she spoke, she took the next part of the mask from the mechanical holder. Its mouth was now permanently covered in perfect white latex, but the next part of the mask was one of the most important parts of the uniform.

It was a medical mask, made out of a thick white fabric with two large white straps, and a blue trim around the edge. This was part of what marked it as a medical professional, in a strange kind of way it didn’t feel complete without its mask.

Rarity gave a strange smile as she pulled the mask into place. 33 felt the fabric press against its lips, adding a weight to each of its breathes and bathing its face with warmth every time it breathed out.

A soft sigh rolled from its lips. It wasn’t something that it had intended to do, but as the warmth washed back against its face, it seemed to fill its whole body with warmth, the same kind of warmth that had been radiating from its groin just a few minutes ago.

Rarity firmly pulled the mask into place, and it felt the fabric pull even taunter against its muzzle. It was bliss. For a few moments, 33 was lost in it, tumbling in a void of pure pleasure.

Being a medical professional, it couldn’t lie there and bask in it forever. It had a job to get back to. Mustering up what strength it could, the loyal drone focused its eyes on Rarity, just in time to see the final part of the mask closing in.

That blue tinted visor swallowed up its entire field of view, Rarity’s face smiling back at it through its blue window into the world. The visor hissed softly as it fused with the latex and formed an airtight seal.

It was so anti-climatic, there was no build up, the drone knew that Rarity was a busy mare, but as her hooves moved away, it couldn’t help but let out the smallest of whines, a noise that was muffled by the mask covering its face.

Rarity. It didn’t want her to leave. It wanted to spend more time pressing up into her hoof and being good.

A soft hum knocked all the thoughts right out of their mind, and all of a sudden the visor wasn’t as clear as it had once seemed. Images sprawled from the visor, words, worming its way into the drones mind and…

Leaving him blissful. Blank. A life that was not its own flashed before its eyes, and it felt good. Rarity’s voice was humming in its ear… Rarity’s voice…

“Be good for me. Give in. Just relax and let me empty all those thoughts out of your mind and do all the thinking for you.”

It did feel good to give in. No, it felt incredible. More and more of its mind was being washed away by waves of hypnotic bliss. It could feel Rarity’s hoof rubbing against the vulcanised rubber of its crotch. At this point it couldn’t tell the difference between what was real, and what the visor was pumping into its mind.

Of course, it didn’t actually matter. What was real and what wasn’t didn’t matter. It trusted Rarity. It trusted her to do all the thinking. Blank. Obey. Give in.

It wanted to be a good dentist. It wanted to be good for Rarity. It wanted to be a good Rarity. Everything was melting away, and it should have been terrifying, but the feeling of her hoof and the soothing warmth of her voice melted all the worry away.

She was good. She was going to be a good Rarity. She was going to polish, clean and care for so many ponies teeth. Nothing could make it happier.

Her entire world was melting and falling apart, then being rebuilt, all to the silky sing-song voice of Rarity.
The hoof rubbing into her crotch filled her with blissful pleasure. Building higher and higher, her mind melting away as she focused squarely on the voices droning into her mind and the hoof digging into her crotch.

It felt incredible beyond compare. It felt good to give in. It felt good to have all her thoughts melt away.

“That’s it. I’m so proud of you, I know you’re going to make a really good Rarity.”

Those words felt like a supernova of pleasure filling up her mind, scrubbing away her thoughts and leaving her completely blank.

“You’re a good Rarity. You’re a prim and proper dentist who loves helping ponies with all their dental worries.”

She didn’t know if the voice was coming from outside or inside her mind, and at this point, she didn’t care. She was a good Rarity. She was a good dentist. She was going to help ponies with all their dental concerns.

“You’ve been so good darling… Now, climax and give me your everything.”

Her hoof dug deeper into thick rubber, and even though she could barely feel it, that supernova of pleasure finally exploded outwards, sending her into convulsions as the last remnants of the drone melted away and-

Only Doctor Rarity remained.