“Windy? We’re ready for you.” Called the mare at the desk, opening the glass pane for him to sign in.

While he was filling out his form he heard Frosty gossiping in parts. PW heard interesting words such as “between you two” and “together”. PW turned away from his work to make eye contact with Frosty who quickly diverted her attention elsewhere and walked into the other corner, the whole while Echo gave him a sheepish smile.

“Night-Mares.” He muttered in a sour tone, heading into the processing room.

“Welcome back, Windy!” Greeted the Night-Mare Coordinator, meeting and escorting him through the office.

“Thanks boss!” PW nodded to him.

“Did your mission go well?”

“Absolutely! We got him alive!” PW said with enthusiasm.

“And not just that; you also managed to do it with as good of a record as we could have hoped. No casualties on our side. Did you enjoy your air support?” The N.C. asked.

“It worked well, thank you!”

“We thought it could clear things up in a bind.” He replied as the two Night-Mares strolled in.

“Girls.” Called the N.C, tipping his head towards them.

“NC-san!” Echo called.

Frosty responded with a much more reserved “hey”.

“Station 1 this time around is physicals.” Warned the N.C., opening the door for the two nurses to wheel carts in.

Frosty was up first, getting all the same measurements except weight- which was now up to 405 pounds.

“Echo dear, would you please come over and rear up next to the ladder?” Asked the nurse.

“Anything for the cute nursies!” Echo called out.

“Mmm… 78 inches.”

“Wow, that's 3 whole inches less than Frosty!” Exclaimed PW.

Frosty leaned down to him. “You seriously memorized my stats enough to do mental math with them?”

“Yes, of course Frosty. I’m your Night-Mare assistant! I must know all I can about you, to protect you!” He smiled.

“Right…”

The floor shimmied as Echo returned to all fours. “All-fours height is 56 3/4.” Said one nurse as the other was scribbling notes down. “Gauge 28… and length 56.” Read the nurse

“Alright Echo, you can step on the scale please!” She reset the position to 300. The scale did not tip with the 1’s weight, so she reset the scale’s 50 pound weight before advancing to 1’s to balance. “357.”

“Good job Echo, you’ve maintained to the pound!” Complimented the nurse with the clipboard.

“Thank Windy-chan. He fed me well!” Echo sang as she climbed off the scale which had made a loud *BANG* as the weight suddenly lifted from it.

She snickered and the two Night-Mares whispered to each other as PW was measured up.

“Why do we need to do length measurements again? We’re all adults.” He wondered.

“Supposedly.” Frosty teased.

“Yes Windy, that is to ensure your body was not over stressed in any way during the mission. If you carry too much weight or have a bad fall, a length change might indicate something internal is wrong.” Replied the unicorn nurse.

“Thanks for that explanation.” He replied with satisfaction as he walked over to the scale.

“And the weight is to ensure you’re maintaining a healthy energy balance.” Added the N.C.

The nurse reset the 1’s and 50’s weights to 0 and moved the 100’s back to the first notch- but it didn’t tip the scale. So the nurse reset at 50 and worked upwards until the scale balanced.

“97.” She read.

The yellow earth-pony nurse with the clipboard looked disappointed. “Lost 2 pounds. At your size we ought to get you back to 100.”

“Windy-chan you're too small!” Cried Echo, grabbing PW’s shoulders and lifting him up and down. “Oh no, Windy-chan! We need to fatten you up! You are not porky at all!” She cried.

“He should drink milk and eat pizza more often.” Suggested the nurse.

"We're gonna take him on a fast food spree!" Echo cheered.

“Right this way.” The N.C. chuckled, guiding them to station 2. There was only one large bed there. “You’re due an immunization, Echo.” Announced the N.C.

“Oh-no, not Echo-sama!” She complained.

“I will never understand why you are more afraid of getting a shot than getting shot, Echo.” Frosty said with frustration.

“Really? She is?” Asked Windy.

“Yep.” Frosty rolled her eyes as Echo began tearing up as she sat down.

PW approached her and hopped onto her lap.

“Squeeze me, Echo! That way you won’t feel the shot!” PW ordered.

“Good idea, Windy!” Called the N.C.

“Bad idea! You’ll get yourself strangled!” Warned Frosty.

Windy didn’t budge as the huge needle was plunged into the lethal mare’s flank. PW immediately coughed all his air out as the mare enveloped him in a tight squeeze.

“Echo! Can’t breathe!” Is what PW would have said if he could but he had no air at all.

“Just twenty more seconds.” The nurse said as PW’s vision began darkening.

"Sweet Windy-chan! I feel nothing!” Echo exclaimed as he turned blue, very much feeling it all.

“Ten more seconds!” Called the nurse.

PW now couldn’t see a thing and felt nauseous, no doubt from the tremendous pressure on his stomach. He didn’t remember the nurse removing the needle but felt himself inhale tremendously, on the cusp of blackout.

“Thank you Windy-chan, you were perfect!” Called Echo, setting him on the ground.

He immediately collapsed, too deprived of air to stand. Frosty pulled him by his tail across the floor back to herself.

“N–nah problem!” The stallion mouthed.

“Well now I do believe you’re going to enjoy the third station!” Announced the N.C., walking over to the exit.

After several moments of recovery PW hobbled over to the exit. However, as the N.C. pulled the door open it became an entrance instead.

“Hello, my name is Lyra Heartstrings!” Burst an energetic aqua, gray, and white unicorn.

“In the next room, please!” The N.C. snapped.

“Oh, where are my manners!” She chastised herself, turning around and back through the door. The three combatants entered the next room, which was set up to resemble a meeting room.

“Okay, Mrs. Heartstrings, now…” The N.C. motioned.

“Lyra Heartstrings!” She introduced herself with a flourish. “Lead design engineer of these wonderful machines! Let me see your hand!” She approached Frosty with speed.

“My what?” Frosty asked in confusion.

“Your hand!” Lyra said again, lifting her own hoof.

Author's Note

Stats for Nerds Approved for Release
ID Codename Standing Rearing Weight Gauge
2-1 ?
2-2 Frosty 60.4'' 80.9'' 404lbs 27.9''
2-3 ?
2-4 ?
2-5 Echo 56.75'' 78'' 357lbs 28''
PW Windy 40'' 54.25'' 99 lbs 11.5''