Colgate's Hot Minute

by Trompony

Rating: mature
Tags: Colgate, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other, Sex
Length: 2163

I'd rather not go to see the dentist, but this one seems a little off, even besides being a pony.

I'd rather not have to go see the dentist, but this one seems a little off, even besides being a pony.
Human anon x colgate oneshot.

Published 2012-11-30 11:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-30 11:40:01 UTC

Colgate's Hot Minute

Colgate’s Hot Minute

Great. Just great. Another wonderful checkup at the dentist. Time for me to feel sheepish again in front of another old dentist's assistant when I tell her how I don’t floss very much, and there she goes into another lecture about bacteria and gum disease. It isn’t something that’s very good for my self-esteem.

Through the front door, I notice right away that the humans behind the reception desk were replaced with ponies, though this fact didn’t seem to bother me too much. It was a slow day. I planted my butt on one of the waiting room chairs and flipped through none of the magazines that I cared nothing about. Instead, I mindlessly roamed the room with my eyes, gazing at some of the scenic photography mounted on the walls.

The door leading to the back opened to reveal a blue pony wearing a short, white coat. Her blue and white mane reminded me of toothpaste. I rolled my eyes at this. She ran her eyes down a clipboard which she held in her unicorn magic.

“John?” she looked up at me and I smiled customarily, “Right this way, please.”

I followed her into the office and into one of the several examination rooms and immediately lay back into the exam chair. I didn’t really mind people, or ponies in this case, poking themselves around in my mouth, but there were other things to do and dentist visits are quite the hassle. So I relaxed in the padded chair as the pony threaded a spit-bib around my neck and wrapped a mask around her snout.

I noticed her squeezing a tube of Colgate onto a flat-brushed toothbrush, “Aren’t you going to use the electric toothbrush?”

“Hm? Oh, I much prefer the manual approach when I clean teeth,” She answered, “Unless you’d rather me clean with the electric?” The cute-voiced girl side glanced at me with her brows raised.

“No, that’s fine, it’s just a little different for me.”

She nodded, “Okay then, now let me see those pearly whites,” she ordered, so I lay my head back and opened my maw, “Oh how wonderful, did you have braces?” I nod, “well, then, no time to waste.”

Her bristled probe entered and I felt the tingly sensation of her magical aura brush against my lips, though I quickly got used to it. She delicately applied the paste to my teeth, getting each tooth coated in the minty flavor. She started with my top fronts, pressing lightly and brushing slowly to and fro. I wondered if this was an actual effort to clean, but then again, I tend to brush vigorously. She moved on to my lower teeth, again with the slow and deliberate pace. Should I say the pace was...? No, that would be ridiculous. The brush pushed further back into my mouth, it and her magic tickling my tonsils. She pushed harder down on my molars, but not much.

I had forgotten how nice a big, flat toothbrush felt against my gums. The dentist’s assistant was making good use of it, too, making sure to massage and clean. The whole experience was leagues more pleasant than that rotary polisher and that gross, grainy paste they used with it. My only objection was having my spit pool up at the back of my mouth.

“Uh-oh, better drain that!” she sung, pulling the brush out, “Here use this,” The familiar suction straw came into view and I wrapped my lips around it. I noticed her placing a forehoof on my shoulder while the spit got sucked up out of my mouth. With the last of it gone, the straw came out of my mouth and I smacked my lips together. With an affirmative mhm, she put the straw away and continued with my bottom molars.

“I’m going to have to get a better view,” she announced. My vision, then, instead of gazing idly at the fluorescent lights above, focused on the blue face of the dentist, which by the way made the song Blue by Eiffel 65 to pop into my mind. She dominated my field-of-vision, and her cute, oversized, smiling eyes looked into my own, glancing down at her work from time to time. I took in all of her features, her glowing horn; her short, toothpaste mane; her long, feminine eye-lashes; her cute, equine ears; and her small snout.

For the first time, I felt weird in my situation, especially noticing the expression of serenity on the young equine’s face. She continued, at length, getting at every conceivable angle on my bottom teeth, while I occupied myself with her hair or ears or my own eyelids, something besides glancing quickly into her perfect blue eyes causing a blush that I’m sure she noticed.

Finally, with a peep of approval, the pony removed her brush from my mouth and let me expel the build-up of spit, “Looks like I’m gonna need a fresh batch of paste,” she observed. I watched her with fascination from the edge of my vision as she blissfully spread a new patch of minty freshness on the rinsed brush. Her face was that of ecstasy while she sat and allowed her magic to slowly ooze the stuff onto the waiting bristles.

I gulped. I wanted so badly to say something, to get any of my questions out, but I knew that any utterance from my half-baked mouth would destroy her trance and I so desperately needed to see how far she was going to go. I was sweating. I stared straight up while my mind went straight down the sink-drain. With no way to control it, I felt my arousal down below. I knew even a cursory glance, in my laying position, would reveal it to her, but I stayed my nerves. If she saw it, then she saw it.

“Well, let’s get right back to it, hm?” she sang in mockery of the atmosphere she created. With the flip of a switch and hum of electric motors, my body rotated back until I was in a flatter position, “Don’t be alarmed, I do this with every patient to get a better view, it’s just how I work,” She planted both forehooves on the side of the chair, and to my fluttering heart, she smartly swung her whole body onto a straddling position on my right leg, propping herself up with her forehooves on my chest, “Hope you don’t mind,” the tone of her voice betrayed her excitement. With her left dangling off the edge of the chair, she had firmly planted the bottom outside of her right flank-her knee?-against my groin causing me to swell.

She knows.

The pony entered my mouth with her tool. She repeated her delicate application of paste on my teeth and began to clean at a, yes I can say it this time, sensual pace. Her magic this time was electric in its intensity. She started with the back of my top fronts, slow and building in speed. She continued on to my molars in the same manner, and to my amusement, felt her make one grinding motion against my leg. She kept brushing, however, like nothing happened, but after a few more seconds I heard her make a slight grunt and push against me a second time.

With my head back, I couldn’t see her face, and I couldn’t look up while she worked, but I knew that the unicorn’s eyes must have been closed in lust. A teethbrushing fetish? I could hardly believe it. I wouldn’t deny her, though, if a mare has needs. I bucked my pelvis up in the slightest sense against her leg as a gesture. She moaned through her snout, and allowed herself to grind against my leg while still taking care of my teeth.

It amazed me how she could divide her attention between expertly cleaning my teeth and pleasing herself on my pants. Hooves dug into my chest as she got even more into it, her brush reflecting her mood. I could feel my right thigh getting extra warm while she grinded again and again into my leg. Her voice rang out and I could sense her trying to stifle it. My heart was pounding, and I don’t think my teeth could get any cleaner.

Her strokes became fuller, in both her pelvis and her brush. Tiny grunts escaped her lips with each stroke, and soon with a last rush of intensity, she finished off on me. Her legs hugged my own, squeezing and trembling. I looked up, since her brush was out of my face, and immediately regretted doing so when a waterfall of saliva ran down my chin and neck. I ignored the sensation to see my dentist’s heaving chest and sweating face. She looked at me and took hold of my spit-bib in her magic to pat down my face.

“Mmmmm,” She moaned and said in a sexy voice, “My patient has a full tube of toothpaste.”

Her words caused an instant swelling in that very toothpaste tube, and I only grunted in agreement. She smiled suggestively and slid off my body. I found that a few spit-bibs slid off with her, and mentally thanked her for not giving my pants a pony stain. I was also grateful to her for rinsing out my mouth for me, though was not expecting a full pony tongue to greet my human tongue. She licked all over inside me, perhaps trying to get a sense of accomplishment. Her own mouth was just as clean and minty to my delight. Her hoof kneaded into my chest while we sloppily made out.

Another hoof tickled my chest, belly, and found its way down to my crotch, and she hoofedly manipulated my arousal. I felt her magical aura dance against my body and take hold of my pants. By Celestia she was good. She kept invading my mouth with her tongue, and soon the unicorn’s magic found its way inside. My rock hard penis felt the cold air of the room and the pixie-dust sparkle of magic embrace it.

My little pony dentist licked my lips and grinned seductively, “I’m going to see what toothpaste flavor you are,” I smiled at her in excitement and she smiled back. She shifted herself to my waiting erection and tested it with the flick of her tongue. It throbbed. She giggled. She placed her soft tongue against it and guided the meat back into her warm waiting mouth. I couldn’t keep from moaning out how good it felt. The warmth, the softness, the wetness. I was completely lost in pleasure. I placed my hand against the pony’s mane to stroke it, and I tweaked her ear a bit, too, getting a cute squeal in response. She bobbed her head up and down. I thought my heart was going to burst. She kept at it, in and out, occasionally nicking a tooth against my glans to my amusement.

I couldn’t last long at all, especially with how long I had been turned on, “I’m gonna come!” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair. She bobbed a few more times, and when I grunted hard she brought herself down as far as she could, though not into her throat. My load shot into her mouth again and again, with such amazing force that I groaned hard. She brought my cock outside and squeezed the rest of the semen out against her grinning pearly whites. I grit my teeth and moan as the pony slathered and rubbed my extra sensitive glans against the smooth ridges of her teeth as if she were brushing them with my dick. The added sensations send a spurt of my last seed onto her lips and teeth.

I lay there spent, writhing and twitching at the use of my penis as a toothbrush, and finally, the blue pony released her hold of it as it lost its rigidity. My panting and her usage of the sink was the only thing I heard. My toothbrush was getting cold sitting out, so I stuffed it back in my pants, then sat up in the chair with my legs off the side.

“Celestia, that was the best dentist visit I’ve ever had.”

Toothpaste pony giggled, “I bet it was, but don’t forget to brush and floss your teeth every day!” She reminded cheerfully. I nodded and she gave me her card, “And this is just in case you need a house call for those extra special cleaning needs.”

I read the card, Colgate Minuette, and pocketed it. I was lead out to the lobby to pay my bill to the receptionist. I looked around one last time out of curiosity, then went on my merry way. I made it my resolve to keep my teeth and gums healthy from that day forward by brushing and flossing at least daily, because those dentists. They know.