- Reason this is posted here is because it's not binned in Frosty's bin.
- >”I-I’m so sorry Doc. I swear I’m not usually that quick on the draw,” Rainbow Dash stammers out nervously.
- >You chuckle lightly
- “It’s alright Rainbow,” you respond while removing your formerly white coat that now has a large yellow stain along the right sleeve and chest, “I had to be very thorough when applying the salve so it’s no surprise something like this happened.”
- >The blush on Rainbows face only seems to intensify as she struggles to make even more apologies.
- >You don’t really have time for this though, your next appointment is already on the other side of the door.
- “Just come back tomorrow so I can see how well the treatment is working and so I can apply more salve if needed; and in the future, just remember to slow down. Lubrication can only do so much when you going that fast.”
- >Rainbow nods slowly, “R-right, C-can’t help it, y’know? F-fastest thing with two wings, y’know?” she says, trying to sound cool and confident.
- >You chuckle as you open the door, allowing the poor girl to have her bravado.
- “Of course. Derpy will see you by the door to handle payment and everything. Have a good day, Rainbow Dash.”
- >She trots out quickly, almost running into your next patient.
- >”Watch it there, Dash!” Applejack calls to the pegasus just rounding the corner of your small clinic.
- “Good afternoon Applejack.”
- >You notice her wince as she gets up from her seated position.
- >She also has a slight limp as she crosses the doorway into your room.
- >”Howdy Anon, how’re things?”
- “Great, great, can’t complain too much.”
- >That is to say you’d like to share in a good laugh with someone at the kind of shit your patients get into compared to the tameness of ladies back on Earth.
- >Like just now, Rainbow causing friction burns in her vagina from masturbating too fast, something you knew was theoretically possible, but has never come up before now.
- >Sadly, you swore an oath of confidentiality so all their shenanigans stay with you.
- >You pat the chair you had Maud and Lyra specially design for you.
- “If you can, would you please hop up into the seat. I just have to make sure I’m stocked up on a few things before we get started.”
- >Your swabs are looking good.
- >Should have enough clean speculums to get you through the rest of your appointments today.
- >You glance over the pile of lab coats, each one stained yellow in some form or fashion.
- >Maybe you should look into getting disposable coats.
- >Rarity is on your appointment list for today, you’ll try to remember to ask her.
- >Lube is a little low, might have to run to the specialty store for some.
- >The rest is pretty good, hopefully anyway.
- “So, what brings you by Applejack? A check up? I’d figure you eat far too many apples to need to see me for just a check up,” you chuckle as you turn to face the orange earth pony.
- >Only to find that she’s not in the chair.
- >You glance downwards and see her looking up at you, “I uh, I can’t get up there Doc,” she mumbles while kicking a hoof lightly against your floor.
- “Oh, sorry. I was so focused on my supplies I must have just spaced out.”
- >You get up out of your swivel chair and kneel down behind Applejack.
- >She rests one hoof on the chair’s step plate and you grip her gently under the hips and lift her up.
- >She climbs up the rest of the way and lays down on the cushion with her four hooves down onto the hoof rests.
- >Applejack’s rump just barely hangs over the edge of the chair’s cushion
- >You return to your seat and wheel yourself over to Applejack’s side so she can see you.
- “Now then, what brings you by?” you repeat without your hilarious joke this time.
- >”I’ve been having a hard time of getting around lately, it’s gotten bad enough that I can’t buck trees no more.”
- >If she’s visiting you about her limp that can’t be good at all.
- “Alrighty,” you respond while raising the seat higher and higher, “Just hike your tail up for me and I’ll take a look, Applejack.”
- >Her tails already high and resting on her flank by the time wheel get back there.
- >You told the Princess you were prepared for the awkwardness that accompanies a male OBGYN when you requested to continue your practice, but every mare who’s come into your clinic has been nothing but welcoming.
- >You rest your hands on Applejack’s rump, the musculature just under her fur greets you firmly, but you’re also greeted by a slight hiss.
- “Feeling pain Applejack?”
- >”Not a thing Doc, just a surprise was all.”
- >She’s supposed to represent honesty or something so you’ll take her at face value for now.
- >The mares around here just love to keep up appearances you’ve noticed; a clit piercing gone wrong and all you hear is “Oh yeah that thing. Would’ve just slept it off, but y’know, my boss was telling me I had to come in and such,” holding back tears all the while.
- >Back to the task at hand, there’s supposedly no outlying sensitivity. That’s good news.
- >Your hands move closer in and you gently touch around her vulva, trying to note for any pained reactions.
- >A few leg twitches, and a light moan from Applejack doesn’t reveal anything that stands out as pain
- “Anything hurting yet?”
- >”N-not yet Doc, just th’ opposite, if I’m being’ straight with ya.”
- “Okay, I’m gonna take a look just inside alright? Let me know if you feel any pain.”
- >Applejack’s rump wiggles, something you’ve learned by now means she’s nodding her head. It wiggles in a different sort of way when they’re shaking their head.
- >You slip the tips of your fingers just inside her lips and gently pull them apart.
- >Applejack’s leg kicks slightly, but otherwise she doesn’t respond.
- >Or well, didn’t respond until her lips began to quiver as her clit started winking.
- >You’re pushing against her most sensitive area so it only makes sense.
- >It’s always best to just ignore it, makes them feel less awkward about the whole thing.
- >No discoloration on her walls.
- >No inflammation either.
- >The fluid that’s leaking out looks and smells like pretty typical arousal.
- >”A-Anon? I’m feelin' a bit of burning now.”
- >Burning?
- “Is it intensifying any? Or just kind of staying the same?”
- >”S’just annoying, but it ain’t getting any worse.”
- >So it’s nothing that’s near the surface like you’re suspecting.
- >You remove your hands and wheel over to your table to get a speculum and your application bottle of lube.
- “Okay, I suspect that whatever’s going on, it’s happening a little deeper than I can easily see with just my fingers,” you state as you spread the lubricant all over the surface of your tool.
- “And this little tool is called a speculum” you say while holding it out for her to see, “It spreads apart and locks so I can have a better look into where I think the problem might be. Don’t worry though, I promise I’m very gentle with it” you say as assuringly as you can.
- >Applejack looks as nervous as every other mare you’ve had to explain the speculum to, but she winces once more before nodding in agreement.
- >You wheel back behind Applejack and spread her lips apart with your left thumb and index finger.
- >Slowly you insert your tool, eliciting a hiss from the farmer pony.
- >The lubricant mixes with her natural one for an easy insertion.
- >You squeeze the handle a few times, letting the tubes spread her walls further and further apart with each squeeze.
- >Applejack mumbles and you pause to better hear her.
- “Are you okay Applejack?”
- >”M’fine…s’just strange is all.”
- “Aright. Let me know if anything starts to bother you okay?”
- >Another nodding wiggle.
- >A few more clicks and her walls are far enough apart that you think you can see her cervix.
- >You pull out your “pocket lantern” you had Twilight make you as a replacement flashlight and turn it on.
- >Now let’s just take a loo-
- >Oh.
- >So that’s what the problem is.
- “So I believe I see the source of your discomfort Applejack.”
- >”Ya do?! Whoo-whee, I told Granny that y’all knew what y’all were doin’!”
- “So it looks to me like your cervix is very inflamed. Do you have any idea how it could’ve gotten this way?”
- >”Couldn’t tell ya Anon, I ain’t got no time ta be fiddlin’ around down there what with a whole farm to run.”
- >You wheel over and grab a swab out of your jar.
- “I’m going to take a quick swab and see if I notice anything.”
- >You very carefully dab along the entrance to her womb and withdraw it, Applejack tensing up slightly from your actions.
- “F-find anything Doc?”
- “Not from the initial swab, I can tell you that you’re not pregnant though,” you chirp.
- >”Well shoot Doc, I knew that much already,” she responds in a joking manner.
- >Taking another swab out, you wheel back behind her and gently brush it along the outer edges of her cervix.
- >Well now, this is interesting.
- “Hmm, Applejack, how often do you bathe?”
- >”Every day o’course,” she responds.
- “Unless I’m wrong, what I think I’m seeing here on this swab is little bits of bark.”
- >”What?! B-but that can’t be. I swear to you Doc I’m a clean mare.”
- “No, no, I believe you. I think that you may just not be cleaning the right way.”
- >You explain what you think has been happening while you take a bunch of damp swabs and try cleaning her out.
- >You suspect that each time she bucks a tree, small bits of tree fall down onto her tail, or if it’s been swept out of the way then her nethers.
- >A long day of bucking trees in the hot sun, and sweat can cause those bits to slip in.
- >If she doesn’t get to bathing until she’s done working then it may be too deep for her to effectively wash them out.
- >Applejack agrees with your hypothesis, “Well what do I do then Doc?”
- >You remove the swab you were using to find it come out completely clean.
- >Satisfied you stand up and walk over beside Applejack.
- “I’ve cleaned everything out, I believe, and now I’m going to apply something to relieve the inflammation for you. Because it’s the cervix, I have to tilt your chair down to make sure I actually get it, okay?”
- >”Sure thing Anon, uh, Doc.”
- >Applejack’s rump is now about chest height as you walk over to your supplies.
- “Back to what you were asking, do you think you could take breaks every so often to rinse off?”
- >”Suppose I could, and if takin’ some quick breaks keeps me in good bucking condition I suppose it’s better n' windin’ up like this again and unable to buck at all.”
- >You walk back over to Applejack, anti-inflammatory dropper in hand.
- >You’ll have to remember to order some more from Zecora, maybe you can stop by there after the lube.
- “Okay, so this will probably feel a little odd but I promise it’ll help almost instantly.”
- >You squeeze the dropper and let the syrupy liquid flow down.
- >It makes contact with Applejack’s reddened tissue.
- “OOF.”
- >In a flash you’re getting a birds eye view of your room.
- ”AH,” and in yet another blur you’re face down on the floor.
- >”Anon! Oh, sweet Celestia, I didn’t mean to buck you, honest!”
- >You cough and groan as you shakily rise to your knees.
- >Applejack’s trying to get a good look at you from behind her.
- “S-s’okay…I’m good,” you whimper.
- >You set your hoof printed coat on the floor and begin unbuttoning your shirt.
- >Applejack’s eyes are locked on to your chest and widen when you reveal the, now dented, metal plate underneath.
- >You knock it a few times with a knuckle.
- “Had Lyra make it for me since I expected to get kicked now and again.”
- >Didn’t expect to be kicked up to your ceiling though, but she looks broken up about it as is so you’ll pretend it’s less than it is.
- >You remove the speculum and Applejack hops out of her chair, with a much less pained expression on her face, and continues apologizing profusely.
- >You assure her that you’re fine, and that you wear the chest plate for a reason and once again that you’re fine until she finally calms down.
- “Alright, so make an appointment with Derpy. I want to see you sometime next week to see how the inflammation is and if needed apply some more ointment.”
- >Applejack looks unsure once you bring up the ointment.
- “Just remember to rinse yourself off throughout the day and next week should probably only be a checkup. Zecora’s remedies are very effective.”
- >The orange mare lifts a back leg and sets it down a few times with not a hint of pain on her face, “Yeah I already do feel better… alright. If’n you’re sure you’re alright Anon.”
- “I’m fine, really. Once you’ve got everything set up with Derpy, could you ask her to meet me here in my room?”
- >”Sure thing partner, uh, Doctor.”
- >The moment Applejack shuts your door behind her you fall down to your knees and groan.
- “Holy FUCK that hurt.”
- >You lay on your back trying to focus on your breathing just as Derpy comes in.
- “Shut the door, please.”
- >She looks very worried, but whips back around and does as you ask, “Doctor Anon! What happened? Are you okay?!”
- “Yeah… cancel my appointments for today. I’m going to be here for a bit.”
- >Derpy nods slowly, unsure if she should leave you on the floor.
- “I’m fine. Just-” you hiss as you point a finger at your assistant. “Just get Lyra to come over. I’m gonna need her to work out some dents.”
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