Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Anon scrambled with the blanket, mostly just pawing at the thin cotton layer, unable to take hold of anything tangible as the voices in the hallway got closer and closer.

“...and this should be our last patient on rounds today, one I’m sure you’ve heard much about…”

FUCK!

Giving up entirely on his clumsy hooves, Anon awkwardly bent over and grasped the turquoise medical blanket in his teeth, doing a fairly poor job of dragging it back over his body. He hated these stupid hooves, dumb clumsy things that couldn’t come close to what he could have accomplished with his hands.

If he did still have his lovely opposable thumbs, pulling this godforsaken hospital blanket back to cover his bedridden body would have been a snap. Instead, it was barely accomplished in time as he also snagged his pillow, using both to obscure his lower half as the door opened and three mares trotted into his hospital room.

“And… here we have our famous resident interdimensional being. Equestria’s one and only human… or should I say former human, Anonymous.”

“Uh, hi.”

“Oh!” The earth-pony doctor looked up from her clipboard, brushing a strand of mane out of her face as she addressed him. “You’re up! Fantastic,” She glanced over at the other two mares that had entered with her, one being nurse Redheart, and the other a rather young-looking unicorn mare in a lab coat, with a stethoscope draped about her unicorn neck. “Nurse Redheart, the chart says he was still unconscious as of last check a few hours ago?”

Redheart nodded, shrugged. “I think nurse Heartsick checked up on him before lunch, he was still out then.”

“Ah, I see. Well, it’s a great chance for you to practice your bedside manner Tender Care!” The middle-aged doctor motioned with her nose toward him. Her black, bob-tailed mane left her gray-furred slender neck completely visible. Her eyes were still bright behind her wide-rimmed, utilitarian, black-spectacles, though the effects of stress and a difficult job had already begun to accumulate at the corners.

“H-hi there!” The orange unicorn squeaked, before slowing and collecting herself. “Hi, my name is Tender Care. I’m a medical student working at Ponyville General under the tutelage of Dr. Tourniquet. I’m here to do a brief exam and make sure you’re feeling OK.” The mare was younger than her teacher, maybe only a few years out of high-school… still bouncing with that nervous energy and grinning a smile that was just a touch too energetic.

Anon stared back at her, his mouth hanging slightly open in confusion. “Uh… OK?”

“Great!” The medical student looked down at her chart, “How are you feeling right now, Mr. Anon?”

“Just Anon is fine.” He grunted, pulling a pillow from behind him and awkwardly shifting it over his lap. “And… uh, a bit confused. Do we need to do this right now?”

“Uh…” The medical student glanced with uncertainty over her shoulder at the doctor, who nodded patiently. “It… shouldn’t take a minute… do you know why you’re here?”

Anon scoffed, fuming slightly and rolling his eyes. “Yeah, because dumbass Princess Sparkle decided to give me a potion that could cure hiccups…and though I admit my hiccups are gone… I am also now apparently a fucking pony.” He gestured down at his blue-furred earth-pony body.

“Ah yes, that’s on your history from the Princess. Quite extensive actually.” Tender Care looked down at her notes, “She even has a preliminary theory… the potion acted as a magic ‘cure-all’, ridding you of the disease of being human.”

“That’s pretty fuckin’ racist.” Anon huffed. “I liked being human.”

“Ahem…?” Doctor Tourniquet cleared her throat, looking expectantly at her student. “Maybe stick to updating the chart?”

“Oh sure. Sorry!” Tender Care squeaked, flipping a page on the chart. “Vitals, pressures, meds all seem to be in order from the last check-in… I see we did a full rectal exam and-”

“You did what?” Anon yelped, looking over his shoulder and trying to see behind him. “Why would you do that?”

Doctor Tourniquet sighed and stepped in, brushing her student aside for a moment. “You’re the first ever documented physical conversion of one species to another, not counting hippogriffs… we had to collect extensive details on your physical form. You’ve had scans, magical probings, tests… the whole gamut. You’ve been out for several days.”

“Sheesh!” Anon threw up a hoof in frustration. “Just how long am I going to be stuck here… like this!?” He gestured at himself, in pony-form.

“Right now, we’re not even sure if the process can be reversed.” Dr. Tourniquet sighed. “As for release, I think we’re all convinced that you’re healthy… but we’d like a couple more days to establish your new physical baselines… just in case anything new comes up.”

“So I’m a prisoner.”

“Why don’t we just let Tender Care finish our check-up and we can let you get some rest?”

“Uh, actually ma’am… I think that’s it. Nothing else on the chart.” Tender Care smiled meekly.

Dr. Tourniquet sighed and shook her head, “Really? No new circumstances to report on his chart?”

Tender care looked slightly confused, cocking her head slightly.

“Nurse Redheart, would you perhaps like to show our medical student what she’s missing?”

Nurse Redheart smiled with an impious grin, trotting over to Anon’s bedside. “Sure Doc… She might want to notice when a patient is maybe obviously hiding something…” She nodded down at the pillow on Anon’s lap.

“Now, just wait a min-”

In a whisk, Redheart took hold of the pillow and the blanket, and pulled them off of his body…

Exposing the very flimsy scrubs that barely covered his chest and lower-body… and certainly didn’t do anything to conceal the massive, bobbing erection that proudly flag-poled up in the air.

“Gah! Hey!” Anon yelped, trying to cover his junk and utterly failing, not having nearly enough hoof and foreleg to cover up his stiff stallionhood.

“When a stallion is covering his front like that, 95% of the time it means he has an erection.” Nurse Redheart casually motioned toward his junk.

“His d-dick was erect?” Tender Care squeaked, shielding her eyes with her clipboard… but not in such a way that her eyes couldn’t drink in Anon’s full glory.

“Excuse me, Tender Care.” Dr. Tourniquet growled, clearly displeased. “That is a penis. Nothing more, nothing less. And you are a professional.” She put a hoof on the clipboard covering her student’s eyes and lowered it. “Act like one.”

“B-b-but… that’s a really big di… uh penis, Ma’am.” She was blushing profusely, her eyes racing between Anon’s stallionhood and her tutor’s displeased face.

Dr. Tourniquet rolled her eyes and shook her head, before grinning over at Redheart. “See Red? I told you these city-mares like to pretend they are ‘experienced’... but in reality, the biggest sausage they’ve ever seen was pre-packaged at the grocers.”

Nurse Redheart just smiled and nodded knowingly. “Would you like me to perform a quick exam, Doc?”

“No,” Dr. Tourniquet shook her head before turning to address her student once again. “Out here in the country, Miss Care, fillies have been seeing and touching and working with penises since they got their cutie marks.”

“Uhm… w-” Tender Care looked confused.

“Every earth-pony in Ponyville has a harness for hauling, plowing, working. And every stallion has had their mother, sister, or some other female in their life help to hook things up. It is not a big deal. It is a penis.”

“Oh.” Tender Care squeaked again. “B-but he’s… fully erect.”

“Most mares have probably seen most stallions at full-staff here in town.” Nurse Redheart mentioned nonchalantly, “harder to miss an earth-stallion… they tend to be more noticeable.” She gestured with the tip of her hoof at Anon’s bobbing tip. “Miss Care, I can see I’ve identified a gap in your medical training… one that we should patch up, right now.” The doctor sighed and her stern expression softened, “It just will not do to have sexual hang-ups in the medical profession. So you’re going to perform an anatomical examination and description for me.”

“Excuse me?” Anon yelped, still awkwardly struggling with himself as he tried to position his forelegs between the 3-pairs of female eyes in the room. “Don’t I get a say here? I don’t think I really need a dick-inspection.”

“Ahem~” Dr. Tourniquet cleared her throat and directed her stern, experienced gaze over the rim of her glasses. “Firstly, this is a teaching hospital. This allows us to provide you, as a special ward of the princess, with free medical care. If you’d like to switch to our private services, I’d be happy to accommodate you! Just let me know your insurance provider and we’ll get right out of your hair.”

“Fuck.” Anon breathed under his breath.

“I thought so.” The doctor grinned. “Second: you may not be aware of this, Mr. Anon, since you are a relatively new guest to our world... but reproduction is a major concern of the crown. We have only one stallion for every three mares in Equestria, and this is a huge impediment to population growth.”

Anon tilted his head ever so slightly, trying to follow the logic.

“Fewer males, fewer marriages, fewer foals. We’re always fighting very hard to not see our headcount decrease generation after generation.” Tourniquet quietly snagged the clipboard out of her student’s hoof and glanced down. “Naturally, keeping every stallion as healthy as a horse—in every way—is one of the primary responsibilities of the Equestrian Health Service.”

“Uh… and?”

“And we keep rigorous data on all of our stallions and their reproductive health.” She sighed, flipping the paper over and glancing more closely at something on the second page, “As the senior doctor at Ponyville General, I’m expected to have monthly visits with every colt and stallion to have the most up-to-date statistics to provide back to the central authority in Canterlot.”

“So what does that hav-”

“You might be surprised to hear this, but every male of Ponyville’s weight, height, genetic health, general health… and reproductive health is recorded and updated in intimate detail. Every month. By my staff.” She flipped another page and turned the clipboard, showing a nearly blank form of missing data. “I know when each and every colt in town hit puberty, I know when each and every colt had their first erection, I know how large that erection was. I tracked the growth of their reproductive organs through to adulthood. Our labs ran fertility tests on their first ejaculations. We interviewed the sexual partners of our males to understand performance issues.”

Anon gulped.

“Simply put, in Equestria, stallion virility is a matter of national security. And no-pony escapes the requirements.” She tapped the blank form, which Anon could see even had a few diagrams that were clearly displaying a stallionhood and testes.

“B-but I’ve never had to do any of this before!” Anon scooched backward in the bed, distancing himself slightly from the medical professionals surrounding him.

“Well, before you were of a different species. Twilight confirmed early on that your chromosomal count differed from ours sufficiently to put you out of scope of our requirements.” Tourniquet sighed, “Now… you seem to have successfully entered our gene pool. Congratulations. “

“B-but I’m going to be turned back any minute, right? You don’t need this because I’m not going to be a damn pony.”

Tourniquet shrugged, “Maybe. Maybe not. I haven’t heard anything particularly encouraging on the reversal spell investigations underway. But regardless, the Equestrian Health Service is very bureaucratic… and I’m not going to risk my license by having incomplete records. So…”

She pointed with the nib of her pen at her student, then shifted the point to Anon’s sizable erection.

“...data.”

“So I should uh…?” Tender Care lit her horn and took a step forward, pulling out a small ribbon of measuring tape.

“W-woah!” Anon yelped, as the humming blue glow slid through the air to the point on his body where his lower belly fur started to transition into the smooth skiing of the base of his stallionhood.

“Excuse me, I’ll just need to take some measurements and-”

“No,” Tourniquet interjected, shaking her head. “No magic, please. It is important to be able to provide care in a manner familiar and comfortable to our patient.”

“A-ah…” Tender Care blushed, Anon could see the nervousness in her eyes.

“It’s OK, I don’t mind if sh-”

“Thank you, but this is also important for my student’s growth as a medical professional. Hooves-on examination, please.”

“O-ok.” Tender Care gulped, and began to pull a latex hoof-cover from a nearby box.

“If you wouldn’t mind, uh… just… stabilizing yourself and moving your hooves out of the way?” Tender smiled with such a mixture of embarrassed eagerness that Anon could feel his heart melt.

Her free hoof took one end of the measuring tape and lifted it up to near Anon’s tip, stretching a long ribbon out beneath it that slipped right down into his lap.

Tender was being careful to avoid actually touching his phallus, hoving a fraction of an inch away as she began to look downward for the overall length measurement.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Tourniquet stepped in with exasperation, gripped her student’s upper hoof and pressed it into Anon’s tip, pushing the frog holding the ribbon of measuring tape with a squish against his hot, pulsing flesh.

“Accurate measurements, please.” Tourniquet used her other hoof to take Tender’s lower hoof, lifting it up from where it was hovering above Anon’s lap and pushing it against the base of his penis… before sliding it up his shaft, pressing the measuring tape against him tightly. “You’ll notice his stallionhood has a noticeable dorsal curvature upward, which is quite common when dealing with organs in the upper 5% of the size distribution curve.”

She moved her student’s hoof all the way up Anon’s throbbing blue stallionhood until it rested just above the ring about a third of the way up his total length. “You’ll actually under measure due to this unless you take him in thirds and add it up. Starting here.”

“Ah-ah! O-o-oh kay…” Tender Care was shaking with nervousness, her cheeks bright red.

“Relax, it won’t bite you. This is just another organ.” Tourniquet cooed, more comfortingly than before. She lifted her hooves off her students’ and picked up the clipboard and pen again. “Now, measurements?”

“Seventeen and seven/eights-”

“We only take measurements in halves, so that will be eighteen inches.” Tourniquet made a note on the chart with her pen. “Now, a quick anatomical description, please?”

“Uh… OK.” Tender’s eyes met Anon’s briefly, before she glanced away with embarrassment, re-focusing on his penis, she moved her hooftip back down to his balls.

“Scrotum appears intact and with normal bilateral symmetry,” her hooves pressed slightly into his sack, rolling the orbs inside slightly from side to side, “No indication of any hernias, internal damage or nodules, testicles appear to be… above-average?” Tender tilted her head toward her teacher, unsure if her characterization was correct.

Tourniquet glanced down and nodded, “At the very least.”

“Ok, then moving up to the lower third — ischial arch and preputial orifice seems elastic and strong…” Tender was delicately pulling at the little patch of skin that attached the very base of Anon’s stallionhood to his lower belly, “...ischiocavernosus muscles seem smooth...the external preputial lamina appears free of any injury and is free of any dermal xerosis but -oh wow.”

Anon blinked, looking down at where Tender was touching, his heart thumping.

“Oh wow?” Tourniquet grumbled, the lecturing tone rising again in her throat.

“Ah, sorry!” Tender shook her head and cleared her throat quickly, “Sorry, just… I just realized the radial circumference of the lower third… especially taking into account the superficial venous vein…” Tender’s hoof briefly traced along the thick, ketchup-like vein on the base of Anon’s cock, “h-he’s… quite thick.”

Tourniquet frowned, then gestured with her pencil to the measuring tape again. “Measurement, please.”

Tender wrapped the tape around the base of Anon’s cock, making him gulp slightly at the sudden tension, which made his blood throb briefly underneath the tight band of tape.

“Woah, nine and a half.” Tender lifted the tape, her hoof pinned on the mark she had measured to, as if she was worried Tourniquet wouldn’t believe her.

“Mm good that you caught that, I was going to ding you for not taking girth measurements earlier… and tell me why our patient scoring in the fifth-sigma on the circumference-curve is relevant?”

Tender glanced down at the fat hunk of stallionhood in her hoof and then back at her teacher a couple of times, her brow knitting. “Uh… prophylactic sizing?”

Tourniquet tsked, with a little shake of her head. “True, though very much less an issue, especially considering how much we are discouraging their use for our population efforts.” She tapped the clipboard and went on, “Just imagine for a moment that our patient here happened to be your first experience with a stallion as a young filly.”

Tender blushed slightly, glancing at the towering stallionhood and then up at Anon’s eyes again. For a moment, through tender’s deep green irises, Anon could almost see the young doctor’s actually imagining the two of them fucking. Both of them quickly swallowed and glanced away, the young doctor trying to reset her composure.

“I see, ma’am.”

“I doubt you do, Tender.” Tourniquet chided gently. “Though I guarantee you will through your career — larger earth-pony males can cause some startling injuries, particularly with less-experienced pegasi partners, which would be the most extreme size disparity.” She reached forward with her pencil and tapped right at the thickest part of Anon’s penis.

Anon swallowed, still trying (and unable) to calm himself from the amount of female attention being paid to his stallionhood.

“In our patient’s case, with this level of girth, I would warn him against inexperienced unicorn partners as well. We should also write a script for a handy supply of lubrication.” She glanced up beneath her glasses at Anon.

Unlike Tender, Tourniquet’s eyes were calm, collected. Professional.

“Mr. Anon, I’m going to ask that you be extremely careful with your choice of partner. You may actually injure smaller, less-experienced mares. We’re going to recommend that you always use lubrication before having sex.”

Anon grumbled, his frustration rising up again. “I’m not planning on having any sex… not while I’m… like this.”

Tourniquet and Tender smiled slightly as if pitying him. As if he was some foolish child.

Tourniquet sighed and shook her head. “Of course. Of course. I would also strongly recommend against anal sex. It is illegal, anyway, until a stallion has met his obligations for the calendar year. But in your case, I think even a yak-ess would struggle to accommodate you.”

“Wh-what?” Anon coughed. “I just said I’m not going to fucki-”

“Moving on.” Tourniquet stepped back and gestured to her student again to continue.”

“R-right…” Tender’s hoof slid up, pressing against the weird ridge in the middle of his shaft. “Preputial ring is… firm. Dermal coloring shifts to hypopigmentation at about two-thirds point.” Her light hoof-touch traced along the path where his dark, fur-color matching blue skin began to mottle and shift to a bright pink.

“On to the inner-lamina of preputial fold — skin appears shiny and well-lubricated, clean an-”

“Sniff test.” Tourniquet interjected.

“M-ma’am?”

“Sniff the area.” Tourniquet lectured. “Best way to identify immediately if a stallion is maintaining proper hygiene of his sheathed area.”

“B-but hasn’t the nursing staff been maintaining his cleaning regimen while he’s been here?”

“I asked for a full inspection, Tender.”

Tender swallowed and leaned in, her nose coming ever so close to Anon’s cock. He could feel the light waft of her breath from her nostrils as they lightly flared and sniffed his penis.

“Uh… no bromhidrosis.” Anon noticed that the young medical pony was blushing fiercely, and slightly licking her lips.

“...And?” Tourniquet prodded.

“A-and?”

“And what was the smell?” Tourniquet gestured again with her pencil. “Pleasant? Arousing? Neutral?”

“A-ah…” Tender swallowed again, her chin ducking down, making her mane cover her face slightly, she seemed to be shrinking before Anon’s eyes, as if hoping she could disappear. Her voice dropped three-levels in volume, almost a murmur… “a-arousing.”

“Scale of one to ten?” Tourniquet asked, twisting the knife into her pupil without changing her calm, professional tone .

“N-nine.”

“Good.” Tourniquet nodded, making a check. “You’re not in estrus now, if I recall?”

“No. I’m on blockers.”

Tourniquet tilted her head slightly. “Really? Which ones?”

“MFSSAD.”

“Magical full spectrum sexually-active defense.” Tourniquet mumbled over to Anon, as if she were explaining a simple concept to a small child, “It’s rare, but some mares prefer to avoid pregnancy - the spell also nullifies all sexually transmitted diseases.”

“I-I just want to focus on my career, for now.” Tender blushed, rubbing one hoof on another.

“Mmhm, we’ll see how long that lasts.” Tourniquet had a small knowing grin to herself. “Anyway, pardon my interruption, please continue…”

“Yes, of course… up to the free portion of the penile body…”

“Feel for any anomalies in the dorsal process.” Tourniquet instructed.

“Uh… of course.” Anon shuddered as Tender’s hoof-tip traced along the top of his rigid horsecock, her hoof sliding along his bright pink skin and stopping just under his bulbous head. “Nothing, all normal.

Tourniquet nodded.

“Uh, upper penis beginning with the corona glans is-”

“Before describing, you should perform a Stat-Scalpel compression test.” Tourniquet chided gently.

“Sorry ma’am, I’m not familiar with that.”

“Hm. Not sure what they’re teaching in medical school these days.” Tourniquet placed the clipboard on the bed and reached forward to take her pupils’ hooves in hers. “It’s named after the two doctors who came up with it — a method for simulating the flaring swelling process that occurs when a stallion ejaculates. Place your hooves here and here.”

Anon tried to scooch back slightly, as suddenly two sets of hooves were pressing into the thick base of his new stallionhood, pressing up against a rather tender spot deep in his groin.

“Please, don’t move Mr. Anon. Thank you.” Tourniquet noted quickly, freezing him in place. She turned back to Tender and continued instructing her. “By pressing against the main artery and the nervous system attached to the erector muscles here…”

Anon felt an electric shiver run up his spine as the presing hooves found a particularly sensitive vein.

“...you can stimulate a flare to inspect size and skin condition without needing the ejaculatory process. Go ahead.” Tourniquet pulled her hooves back.

“OK… in 1, 2, 3.”

“AH! F-fuck!” Anon felt fireworks of overwhelming sensation explode behind his eyes as the unicorn’s hooves pressed into him with force. It wasn’t quite the same as an orgasm… but not too different either. It was as if the sensation was only the parts of an orgasm related to the actual sexual organ… And the current sexual organ he was sporting was so much larger than his previous one that the effect was multiplied beyond his tolerance.

All he could do was squirm and swear and watch the spectacle.

His rigid, long, blue-pink cock strained and stretched, arcing upward as it throbbed with more blood… growing another inch before his eyes… and then his already large cockhead blossomed.

It was the weirdest, strangest, best feeling he’d ever experienced.

The dome-like end expanded to almost twice its previous size, the round smooth edge of his glans becoming knobby as it flattened and thickened into a saucer-plate disc.

“F-fuck!” He grunted again, under his breath.

A silver-clear splatter of something slipped out of his tip, sputtering at first then running down his considerable length in a long, clear sticky drip that ran all the way down to his medial ring… where it then dripped onto the hospital bed sheets.

“And you can release it now. He will stay flared for a few moments.” Tourniquet chided. “You don’t need to hold for that long.”

“Oh, sorry.” Tender blushed as she apologized, releasing the pressure and letting Anon breathe again. “D-did I cause him to… ejaculate?” Tender was carefully tilting Anon’s penis, inspecting the long sticky strands coursing down his penis.

“No, unlikely.” Tourniquet shook her head. “Not impossible if you apply that much pressure and your patient already has fairly full seminal vesicles, but I don’t think our Mr. Anon is quite that much of a quick shot. That is likely pre-ejaculatory fluid, but it certainly is a copious amount.” She made a couple of notes on her clipboard, “I’ve heard rumors that Kirin males are fairly prodigious in that capacity, but it seems our patient also lubricates quite well. Probably a good trait for him to have, considering his size.”

“Ah,” Tender moved her left hoof, which had gotten a bit of the dribble onto her. A long, sticky strand of clear lubrication connected her hoof and Anon’s shaft. Her nostrils flicked. “Ah.”

Anon noticed Tourniquet’s nose twitching as well, and for the first time he saw the stoic doctor’s cheeks turn a slight shade of red. “Pungent. Isn’t it?” Tourniquet mumbled to herself.

“Should I open a window?” Nurse Redheart spoke up for the first time in a while. “Mr. Anon’s musk is quite potent.” Anon saw her wipe her brow with a hoof, as her cream-tan tail swished in the air energetically.

All three mares’ tails were swishing.

“S-sorry.” Anon mumbled.

“Oh, not at all Mr. Anon.” Tourniquet quickly focused on him, realizing suddenly how their words might have been taken. “Your scent is not at all unpleasant. In fact it might be a bit too pleasant, if you understand my meaning.”

“It’s like cedar and pine and melting chocolate turned up to eleven,” Redheart mumbled, shaking her head as if to try to clear the air from her face.

“Ahem.” Tourniquet coughed into her hoof, “However, we are professionals. And we will proceed… Tender?”

“Ah!? Ah, y-yes… sorry ma’am. Of course.” Tender had seemed to be staring into the middle distance, her mouth slightly agape.

A wry smile appeared once again on Tourniquet’s muzzle. “Well, how about a quick taste test of Mr. Anon’s fluid?”

“W-what!?” Tender stumbled a half-step backward, staring at the small strand on her hoof.

“Why not? He’s free and clear of every and all indicated transmissible diseases, and it is diagnostic. Just ask Nurse Redhear-”

In a flash, Nurse Redheart stepped forward, slipped her hoof along the underside of Anon’s stallionhood, gathering a healthy portion of his pre-ejaculate… and with a swift motion took it into her mouth.

“Mmm…” Nurse Redheart’s grunt seemed a bit too pleased with itself, her eyelids fluttering slightly. But she quickly blinked and then removed her hoof and spoke, “Slightly fruity - no tartness or excess sugar — his liver and kidneys are likely functioning just fine. Aphrodisiac effect is quite potent.”

Tourniquet frowned and in something almost resembling a low growl, rebuked the nurse. “I meant for my student to perform the action, Ms. Redheart.” She nodded sternly at Tender. “Go on.”

Tender gulped once, before bringing her slender tongue out to lick her hoof. She swallowed loudly.

Anon watched her face go three shades redder, and saw her tail lift ever so slightly… before the young student consciously re-tucked it under herself.

“Y-y-yes. I concur. Quite potent.” She squeaked out, hiding behind her bangs.

“Very good — please complete the examination.”

“Ah… Ok.” Tender’s hooves were shaking now as she gripped Anon’s bulging penis-head, “Corona glans is quite pronounced, some knurling…” her hoof tip slid over the strange bumps that had formed along the flared edge of Anon’s ridge, “...glans penis is smooth and clean, well-moistened, no abnormalities.”

“Mmmnf!” Anon squirmed as the nurse’s delicate hoof traced over his extremely sensitive bulb, each nerve ending firing powerful and novel pleasure signals to his brain.

“Very good, urethral inspection?” Tourniquet hummed nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?” Anon began to complain, as a small stiff speculum was lifted from a nearby cart by Tender.

“Nuh-uh, you aren’t jamming that up my pee hole!” Anon grunted, feebly tring to pull his paper-thin hospital gown over his bobbing, stiff erection.

“You’re right, that’s the wrong size… she should be using this.” Tourniquet lifted a different sounding speculum, slightly wider.

“What!?” Anon’s jaw dropped open. “Hell no.”

Author's Note

Hey there!

Hope you're enjoying the first bit of this. Sorry I haven't been posting as much. I've gotten a bit addicted to AI chats and SillyTavern AI (look it up if you're ready to devote most of your life to ERP chatting with AI bots), which has consumed most of my writing time.

I don't really know WHY I started writing this one. But I plugged away at it slowly, four hundred to five hundred words at a time.

Anyway, it was fun but definitely not one of my more 'wild' fics. Still, I tried to keep it light and goofy and hope you enjoy!

(There's a little bit of uncomfortableness for us male folks in the next few sentences, but don't worry, our medical mares will take good care of Anon)