Doctor's orders


                                            >Be Butterhush. Better known as Fluttershy.

                                            >However, you vastly prefer calling yourself the nickname that Anon, the human, gave you shortly after his arrival to Equestria.

                                            >"Annoying bitch"...

                                            >It was a day you'll never forget!

                                            >When you first saw him. Those tall, elegant legs of his... Supported by his undoubtedly strong alien muscle structure that were made perfectly for pounding your flanks!

                                            >You knew he had to be the one and you promised yourself you'll find out what gets him turned on sexually to win his heart.

                                            "Ohhh... Oh dear, I really have to go!" You say, doing the pee pee dance in front of an outhouse, "Whoever is in there, Please hurry!"

                                            >There was no response.

                                            >Because there was actually nopony in there at all.

                                            >You had heard by eavesdropping on another couple of mare's conversation one day in the market, of an odd fetish some stallions may have

                                            where a mare will actually hold their urine in for so long that they actually wet themselves.

                                            >Odd of course but, you'll try anything to win his heart.

                                            "Nnnnn...!"

                                            >You bite your lip as you struggle. A growing, burning pain in your loins as the pressure builds up.

                                            >You had chugged over a gallon of water for this.

                                            >This training, until you were confident you could hold it in long enough for Anon to find it sexy and attractive.

                                            >To have so much urine vacating your body that he'd HAVE to acknowledge his love for you!

                                            >Enough for him to want to plow your delicate flanks with his big honking monkey cock...

                                            >The one you've caught glimpse of as you spy on him in the bathroom sometimes everyday.

                                            >That girthy, veiny, boner rocket filled to the brim with hot, white Anon fluid; just waiting to be releases into your mouth,

                                            or whatever hole he wants.

                                            >All of them, hopefully.

                                            "O-oh... oh my..."

                                            >All this thinking of Anon meat was getting you excited.

                                            >You would usually already had touched yourself to the picture of his flank you managed to snap one day while he was in the gym.

                                            >Yes.

                                            >That picture.

                                            >The one of him. Running.

                                            >His flanks, so firm and soft...

                                            >You could just rest your head on them and go to sleep!

                                            "Ah~! O-oh dear!!"

                                            >All these lewd thoughts were pushing you over.

                                            >If you couldn't stop thinking of Anon plowing your virgin pussy with his meat missile then you'd lose all your progress!

                                            >No, cancel out those thoughts, Fluttershy!

                                            >Don't think of Anon sweating from fucking you so hard that his sweat drops drip form his head onto you tongue as he fucks your mind into

                                            a mushy puddle of sex!

                                            "Ah-AHHHH~! OHH YES!"

                                            >You cum, hard. Making your body shake and shudder at the thought of Anon's cock pummeling your virgin pussy until you can't feel anymore.

                                            >So hard in fact, that you also start urinating.

                                            "Ohhhh-AH!"

                                            >Oh no, its starting to burn.

                                            >Why?

                                            >Is it because you held it for too long?

                                            >Would four hours be too long?

                                            "AHH! Owie! Owie owie! Ohhh it burns!"


                                            >>

                                            >Be Yellow quiet again.

                                            >At the medical center, awaiting in the doctor's office for him to come back with your diagnoses.

                                            >"Good morning, Ms. Shy!" The doctor says, entering, "I have your results here." He sets a folder down on his desk as he hops up in his rotating chair, "Yes indeed Ms. Shy you had quite the irritant in you urinary tract. Luckily you have had no history of this happening, so there is no permanent damage. In fact," He says, cheerfully, "You'll be feeling back to normal in a day or so."

                                            >You breathe a sigh of relief.

                                            >If something had happened down there, how would you be able to give Anon the hot mare-pussy he so desires?

                                            >Of course he wants it, he just doesn't know it yet.

                                            "Oh thank you, Dr.! I'm so relieved to hear that!"

                                            >"Yes. Although..." The doctor taps his chin, "I feel as though I should ask, what exactly caused this? You've never had anything happen

                                            like this, as I said."

                                            >You freeze.

                                            >Oh dear.

                                            >You'll have to be honest with him.

                                            >He IS a doctor.

                                            "W-well, I was... p-practicing."

                                            >"Practicing?" He says, tilting his head, "For what?"

                                            "Uhhh... U-uhm... A-a fetish guess." You mutter.

                                            >"A what?"

                                            "A fetish guess!" You blurt out, quickly covering your mouth with both hooves as your face heats up.

                                            >"A... 'fetish guess'?" He says, shaking his head, "For what? Who, Ms. Shy?"

                                            "..."

                                            >You sit there, eyes darting around the floor.

                                            >"Ms. Shy, please, I-"

                                            "Its for Anonymous! The human!"

                                            >He is frozen in shock.

                                            >"The human...?"

                                            >You meekly nod.

                                            >"Why, exactly?"

                                            "I-its my job to take care of animals!" You say, frantically searching for excuses, "He isn't a pony... and he says his species evolved from monkeys. So I just think its my duty, as element of kindness, to make sure hes happy!"

                                            >"Ms. Shy I don't understand-"

                                            "And if making him happy means guessing his fetish and having sex with him, even at my own peril; I'll do it!"

                                            >"Sweet Celestia!" The doctor turns in his chair, looking at the ground and rubbing his chin, "This is far more serious then I thought. I can't allow an element of harmony to be injured, or hindered in her work giving care to the citizens of Equestria! No matter how primitive or un-evolved!!"

                                            >He pushes his chair back and opens a desk drawer.

                                            >From there he pulls out a doctor's notepad, complete with all the proper symbols and medical jargon, and begins writing.

                                            >After a few frantic scribbles and a signature, he hooves it over to you.

                                            >"Take this! Its a prescription for Anonymous, the human, to have relations with you on a daily basis to keep you from any further self harm!"

                                            "Oh my goodness! doctor this is amazing!"

                                            >"Save your thanks, Ms. Shy, its my pleasure to help an element of harmony."

                                            "Yay!"

                                            >You grab the note in your mouth and gleefully prance out of his office.

                                            >This is going to be the best day ever!


                                            >>

                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >Enjoying this Saturday off form work, until the inevitable encounter with that damn yellow menace comes-a-knockin'.

                                            >*knock knock knock*

                                            >Like fucking clockwork...

                                            "Ugh..." You groan as you get up from the recliner, "Time to see what the fuck guess shes got today."

                                            >You open the door and sure enough, there she is.

                                            >Standing there. All Pink'n shit with her blue eyes.

                                            >...

                                            >Wait.

                                            >"Hi Nonny!!"

                                            "Pinkie?"

                                            >"Mhm!"

                                            "Oh..."

                                            >"What?" She tilts her head, "Are you not happy to see your bestest friend Pinkie Pie?"

                                            "Well I was kinda expec- y'know it doesn't matter. Whats up?"

                                            >"Oh nothing, I just..."

                                            >Pinkie extends her neck like bubble gum and brings her snoot to your ear.

                                            >Her hot breath makes you blush.

                                            "Uhhh, Pinkie?"

                                            >"Soon~."

                                            "....."

                                            >She goes back to normal and hops away.

                                            >Well fuck.

                                            >What the fuck did she mean by that? And why did she say it all -sexy-?

                                            >Fuck it.

                                            >These damned horses are getting more and more insane with each passing day.

                                            >You close the door and make for the couch.

                                            >*knock knock*

                                            "Fucking hell!"

                                            >You open the door.

                                            "What- oh god dammit!"

                                            >Its Fluttershy. In all her yellow-ness.

                                            "Okay, okay. Lets get this shit over with."

                                            >You cross your arms and lean on the door frame.

                                            >"Oh, uhm, I'm not here for a guess."

                                            "Then why are you here? Y'know what, I don't actually give a fuck. go away please."

                                            >She doesn't, instead opting to reach into her mane and pull out a doctor's note.

                                            >"Here ya go baby!"

                                            "Don't fucking call me that." You say, snagging it from her.

                                            >It reads: "I, Dr. HoofInYourAnoos, hereby prescribe that Anonymous, the human, give Fluttershy sexual intercourse at least once daily to ensure her safety and his happiness."

                                            "Doctor what?" Wait, WHAT!?"

                                            >You re-read the note.

                                            >Yes.

                                            >It says what you think it does.

                                            >"C'mon, Anon! Lets go upstairs! Doctors orders~..."

                                            >She strolls into your home before being stopped by you grabbing her tail and holding her to your face.

                                            "I know you just forged this shit, you little shitter."

                                            >Flutterhsy takes the opportunity and kisses you.

                                            "Ahck! Fuck!"

                                            >You throw her across the street.

                                            >"Oh baby! You're as strong as ever!"

                                            "Take your fake note and fuck yourself with it!!"

                                            >"It isn't fake." She says, shaking her head with the same stupid happy expression on her face.

                                            "What...?"

                                            >You look at the note again.

                                            >It -does- look legit.

                                            >And that signature doesn't look the same as Fluttershy's writing.

                                            >You could tell that by how she wrote you a note of all the sexual fantasies she has of you.

                                            >Alongside a crude picture of you fucking her...

                                            >No. This is real.

                                            >How? Why?

                                            >"We have to, Anon! We can't go against what the doctor prescribed!"

                                            "Fuck yourself with your quack doctor!!"

                                            >You crumble the note, fling it at her, and slam the door.

                                            "Give Shy the dick for her health." You say in an idiotic voice, "Fucking bullshit."

                                            >An hour goes by, and you hear nothing more of Butterhush or her bullshit.

                                            >Thank go-

                                            >*knock knock knock knockknockknock*

                                            >There is an aggressive and annoying knocking at your door.

                                            "Fuck sake..." You say, begrudgingly getting up, "I swear of that bitch is back..."

                                            >You open the door to find Fluttershy standing next to two police officers.

                                            >Well, little mare police officers.

                                            "Uhhhh..."

                                            >"Sir, we need to ask you some questions, can we come in?"

                                            "Nah fuck that."

                                            >"Oh..." The officer looks all sad.

                                            >Damn ponies, even when they piss you off they're cute.

                                            >"Sir," the other officer interjects, "I'm officer Hoovsies, and this is officer Clippity Clop."

                                            "...Really?"

                                            >"Sir, please," She continues, "Fluttershy brought to our attention this note."

                                            >She pulls out the note you had crumbled up and tossed away.

                                            >Should've fucking burned it...

                                            >"You're name is Anonymous, is it not?"

                                            "Nah, I'm Steve."

                                            >"Anon, please!" Fluttershy says, pleading.

                                            "FUCK OFF!"

                                            >"Hes rabid!" One of the officers say, ready to pounce.

                                            "Hey, HEY! Chill! I'm not a fucking dog!"

                                            >"Oh Anon, please just cooperate and lets have hot kinky sex!"

                                            "Go fuck yourself you little cunt!"

                                            >"Don't talk like that to an element, human!"

                                            >Officer Hoovsies smacks your leg with her baton, making you hop in place.

                                            "Owe! You bitch!"

                                            >"Hes being combative! Restrain him!!"

                                            >Officer Clippity Clop easily takes you to the ground.

                                            >Fucking earth ponies. All your gainz in the gym are for not.

                                            "UN-HOOF ME YOU DAMN DIRTY HORSE!"

                                            >"Oh Anon!" Fluttershy sobs, "You're making it so hard for me! Why can't you just admit your acting out and you want to stick you hot co-"

                                            "SHUT. UP."

                                            >Officer Hoovsies reaches for her belt.

                                            >"Pepper spray!"

                                            "REEEEE!!!"

                                            >It burned as though Satan pissed in your eyes.

                                            >Officer Clippity Clop restrains your arms while officer Hoovsies begins undoing your pants.

                                            "Hey, HEY! What the fuck??"

                                            >"Quickly! Undress him so we can secure his cock for Fluttershy!"

                                            >"O-oh my..."

                                            "AGGH WHAT THE FUCK??"

                                            >They are successful in stripping you down.

                                            >At your own doorstep.

                                            >Outside.

                                            >In public.

                                            >You've garnered quite the audience considering all the noise.

                                            >Now every mare in town knows what your cock looks like.

                                            >Fluttershy immediately goes to work on playing with your dick, while the officers keep you tied down.

                                            >She pets and massages your shaft, getting you hard as a rock.

                                            >She shows no hesitation in taking your full girth in her mouth.

                                            "God dammit! LEMME GO!! NOOO!!!"


                                            >>

                                            >The following day...

                                            >You're at home, once again.

                                            >Be Anon still.

                                            >Seething at your circumstances.

                                            >This is fucking bullshit...

                                            >You won't stand for it.

                                            >Hell, you wouldn't even sit on the shitter for it!

                                            >You'd shit yourself!

                                            "No, I'm taking this to the mayor's office! She'll sort this out."

                                            >You're confident mayor mare can help you.

                                            >Shes reasonable and has been very accommodating with you in your process of getting adjusted here.

                                            >Always so helpful and eager to assist with any legal troubles you may have had.

                                            >Princess Twilight would always just say some stupid bullshit like, "make some friends!" or whatever faggotty shit she says.

                                            >Even her brainwashed, carbon copy, giga-pet unicorn says the same thing.

                                            >They can't help...

                                            >Mayor Mare!

                                            >She will be your savior!


                                            >>

                                            >"Theres nothing I can do, Anonymous."

                                            "What the fuck!?"

                                            >Now be at the Mayor's office.

                                            >You had informed her of your situation and what tribulations you'd gone through yesterday.

                                            >Your seed had been robbed by Fluttershy's mouth and tongue...

                                            >No doubt she was reviling in the fact your seed now resides in her stomach.

                                            >She apologized for the rookie officers and the mishap, however she couldn't repeal the note.

                                            "Why? Why why why whywhwywhy??"

                                            >"Anonymous, please, calm down." She says, sitting in her mayor's chair.

                                            >Her chair was one of exquisite design.

                                            >Leather fabric, actually metal buttons at the seems to seal the stitching.

                                            >And a frame of [spoiler]mahogany.[/spoiler]

                                            >"Now listen, I've helped you in every way I can to make life here as easy as possible for you."

                                            "Yes, and I have nothing but thanks to give for that."

                                            >She smiles, and then sighs.

                                            >"However, I can't just undo this." She says, reading the note, "If Fluttershy's health is at risk because of her obsession over you, and

                                            a physician believes the best course of action is to have sexual intercourse with Fluttershy, then thats what you must do."

                                            >Her words were like a very fucked up shitstorm on your parade.

                                            >God had the runs, and he was letting it loose on you...

                                            >He looked at you from up above and said "fuck you in particular!".

                                            >A shit-pocolypse.

                                            "Mayor, please, I can't do this with her!"

                                            >"Well, why not? Shes very attractive for a mare. She was a model once, y'know."

                                            "I know that! But thats not why, I know shes hot! But what turns me off from her is the fact that shes absolutely insane!"

                                            >Mayor mare narrows her eyes and tilts her head.

                                            "Alright, alright, I'll give an example."

                                            >You clear your throat.

                                            "The other day, I was at the market buying bananas. I reach into the bucket to find -not- a banana, but her ass sticking up in the air out of the bucket with the words; 'stick your monkey banana here for a good time'."

                                            >Mayor mare purses her lips and rubs her chin.

                                            "Not enough for ya? Alright, check THIS out. Last week, I was minding my own business walking down the street. This -crazy- bitch, pushes me over and then tries to act like she didn't do it, saying shit like 'oh dear," You say in your Fluttershy voice, "'that looked painful! Let me blow you to relieve some of the pain!'"

                                            >She seems to be pondering your situation, albeit not very seriously.

                                            "Mayor, I was RAPED yesterday, okay?? And those COPS made it happen! Hell, they got off on it!"

                                            >"Oh, oh my goodness."

                                            >Mayor mare can't help but blush.

                                            "Yeah, no shit."

                                            >"I... I had no idea..."

                                            "Yeah. Its bad."

                                            >She breathes deep, contemplating what she can do.

                                            >"Well, I can see about getting a second opinion on Fluttershy's condition. Assigning another doctor to examine her, perhaps?"

                                            "You can do that?"

                                            >"Well..." she taps her hooves on her [spoiler]mahogany[/spoiler] desk, "No."

                                            "Sooooo-"

                                            >"But I can override the doctor's orders with orders of my own!"

                                            >Thank Christ.

                                            >You knew she could help! Shes always been so nice to you.

                                            >"A restraining order, more like."

                                            "Really? I didn't even know those existed here! Thats great news, Mayor!"

                                            >"But..."

                                            >Oh god no.

                                            "But what?"

                                            >"There may be a price to this."

                                            "A price?"

                                            >The mayor leans back in her chair, looking at you. Eyeing your features.

                                            >"Anonymous, how much have I helped you since you came to us?"

                                            "A lot. Like, A lot lot."

                                            >"Yes, and what have you given me in return?"

                                            >Fuck. Shes probably gonna have you do some community service shit or something.

                                            >The legal system here is all kinds of fucked up.

                                            >Oh well, so long as you can get the yellow away from you, it doesn't really matter.

                                            "I... haven't done anything. And, for that, I apologize. I'll do what you ask! whatever it may be, giving a speech on friendship,

                                            tolerance, or whatever bullshit tasks you need me to do around town, I'll do it."

                                            >"Mmm..."

                                            >She seems unconvinced.

                                            "I'm serious! I'll do anything! Just give me the damn restraining order!" You cry.

                                            >"Beg."

                                            "Excuse you?"

                                            >The mayor adopts a sultry look about her face. One of both sexual lust and devious intent.

                                            >"Beg for it. Beg me like a child begs his mother."

                                            >What? Like, what the fuck?

                                            >No.

                                            >Just... just do it.

                                            >Its behind closed doors.

                                            >Whatever stupid, petty, bullshit thing she needs from you here is of little consequence.

                                            "F-fine..."

                                            >You begin pleading, placing your hands together like if you were praying.

                                            "Please, please do this for me, Mayor. Please, I'm begging..."

                                            >"On your knees."

                                            "..."

                                            >"Do it, it will be good for your chances."

                                            >You gulp, eyes darting side to side.

                                            >Slowly, you get up from the chair, and get on your knees.

                                            >"Ah, ahhh~. Over here, where I can see you." She says, pointing to a spot on the floor next to her chair.

                                            >Its for the best. Its for the best...

                                            >Again, you comply. Walking over to the side of the desk and getting down on your knees.

                                            "Please, Mayor Mare... do this for me?"

                                            >"Anon, its kind of hard for me to think you're being serious without making eye contact."

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >You look up and lock eyes with hers, a heated wave of embarrassment washes over you.

                                            >"Yesss..."

                                            >She had a smug grin on her face, leaning back in her chair, spreading her hind legs to reveal her marehood, doused in arousal, and licking her lips.

                                            "P-please, Mayor Mare, give me the restraining order I need."

                                            >She sighs heavily.

                                            >"I just don't know, Anonymous. I need more convincing~..."

                                            >She motions for you to get closer.

                                            >Hesitantly, you comply.

                                            >Inching closer to her now soaked chair cushion.

                                            >"Now, con-vince- me!!"

                                            >She grabs the back of your head and shoves it into her pussy.

                                            >You're overwhelmed by her musk.

                                            "Mffmmfm!"

                                            >"Oh Anonymous, yes! This is what I've wanted for so long! Ahhh~! Oh sweet Celestia! Its been so long!!"

                                            >Mayor mare grinds herself against your face, showing no restraint as she quickly bring herself to edge.

                                            >"Oh you dirty human! I... I'm going to cum!!"

                                            >Mayor Mare releases a torrent of built up mare-cum all over your face.

                                            >So much in fact that it actually flows down from your face, to your neck and soaking your shirt.

                                            >She pushes you away playfully.

                                            >"Good boy..." She says, sitting in content in her chair.

                                            "So..." You barely muster a word, head spinning and trying to contemplate what just happened.

                                            >"Hmmmm... Okay! But only because you asked so nicely." She pats your head.

                                            >From this day forward, you were required to have weekly meetings with the mayor in her office for "private screenings".

                                            >The restraining order doesn't even work, as the police do nothing to enforce it.

                                            >Fluttershy still comes to your door every morning.

                                            >With those cops.

                                            >Fuck your life.