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x by azenanon

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Created: 2022-07-18 22:43:58
Updated: 2022-07-18 23:03:12
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  1. x by azenanon
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  3. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/28265311/#q28332846
  4. https://poneb.in/u/azenanon
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  8. >Be Anon the dentist.
  9. >You've been running a small practice in Ponyville for about 6 years now.
  10. >Most of your time is spent providing routine dental care to a growing herd of patients.
  11. >You love your life here, but while work the bills, lecturing ponies on their brushing and flossing is hardly your true calling.
  12. >No, your real passion lies in the more specialized services you offer some of the town's more depraved citizenry.
  13. >Today one of the stranger of your perverse clientele is due in, and he'll be bringing one of your more challenging patients with him.
  14. >With your assistant getting everything ready for their visit and with no other appointments scheduled for the day you're left to wander impatiently around your empty waiting room.
  15. >..
  16. >It's a little after lunchtime when he finally shows up, making an almost mockingly ordinary entrance through your front door.
  17. “Ah, good morning Discord!” you eagerly greet him before turning your attention to the yellow pegasus following tightly to his side.
  18. “And of course Miss Fluttershy.”
  19. ”Now what can I do for you folks today?”
  20. >Your smile curls a little as you finish the question, knowing full well what she's here for.
  21. >There's a few moments of silence before Discord nudges her towards you.
  22. >”Go on dear, don't be rude.”
  23. >She tries her best at a smile as she looks up at you, sending butterflies to your stomach.
  24. >”I-I'm here for my cleaning, a-and checkup, Dr. Anonymous.”
  25. “Hmm, well of course Fluttershy, come on in.”
  26. >You gesture warmly towards the hallway.
  27. “Colgate should have everything all ready for you.”
  28. >Her shoulders sag as the muscles in her cheek flex to maintain the forced smile.
  29. >Discord does better at masking his body language, the pointed grin crawling around his face appearing mostly genuine.
  30.  
  31. >You weren't sure why he insisted on this whole charade, but then you weren't sure why Discord was doing any of this.
  32. >In public the two of them made a lovely couple, and even among your kinkier circle he treated her as a beloved pet, and she seemed happy at his side.
  33. >Today though you reckon she'd rather be anywhere else, but Discord's always been clear about what he wants from these visits.
  34. >Taking your place just behind her right hindquarter, you allow Fluttershy to lead the way, following at arms length.
  35. >It's not until you reach the final bend before the exam room that she finally caves, keeping her voice to a hushed whisper.
  36. >”Dr An-Anonymous, I-I don't, please-”
  37. >You slow to a stop, letting her take in a breath and steady herself.
  38. >“Please can't I just have a normal appointment this one time? I-”
  39. >You cut her off by placing your hand gently along her withers, maintaining your guise with a sympathetic frown.
  40. “Now Fluttershy, you remember what happened the last time you had a normal appointment.”
  41. >Her cheek turns a light pink as the memory of her first visit to your office floods back.
  42. >It had been the early days of your practice, long before you'd met Discord or even discovered the erotic subculture hidden behind the cute pastel colors.
  43. >Terrified patients were nothing new to you, ponies hated going to the dentist as much as humans.
  44. >She certainly wasn't the first to panic during a routine cleaning, nor to make a scene fleeing the waiting room.
  45. >Still, playing off the incident has always served you well.
  46. >”Yes.” she mumbles, glancing briefly at a floor tile.
  47. >”But I'm a lot better now, Discord's been helping me a lot..”
  48. “I'm sure he has been, and he probably wants what's best for you.”
  49. “..including your dental health.”
  50. >You fight to hold back a smirk.
  51. >”I-I know that, but I brush and floss every day”
  52.  
  53. >Her voice trails off to a mumble as her eyes fall back to the floor.
  54. >”.. and I promise I'll be good this time.. ”
  55. >You brace yourself before kneeling down beside her.
  56. “Fluttershy, look.. ”.
  57. >And she does, looking up at you with the expression you'd prepared for.
  58. >She could be naive, but Fluttershy knew this wasn't about her teeth, and she likely didn't know why Discord was subjecting her to this any more than you did.
  59. >Despite it never worked getting her anywhere before though, she still can't help finding hope in your apparent kindness.
  60. >Her eyes plead with yours, begging that if she asked nicely enough this time she could somehow get out of here.
  61. >Pressing out a smile you brush her pink forelocks to the side.
  62. “I'm sorry, but I really can't.”
  63. >Her dulling expression confirms you've hit the mark.
  64. “Discord set this appointment up for you... you trust him right?”
  65. >She grimaces, breaking eye contact with you, her gaze drifting towards the exam room.
  66. >”Yes, of course.. but-”
  67. “.. and you don't want to disappoint him do you?”
  68. >She takes in a stuttered breath before answering in a flat whisper.
  69. >”No.”
  70. ”Now come on then, we best get started.”
  71. >Her shoulders slink back as you rise.
  72. >You keep a hand on her side, guiding her the first few steps towards the room.
  73. >She manages a few steps on her own before rounding the corner and coming once again to a screeching halt.
  74. >You vent a disappointed sigh as you catch up to her, but you're left speechless as the room comes into full view.
  75. >Colgate has really out done herself this time.
  76. >Every drill, pick, scraper, burr, and pointed instrument you own has been strategically laid out on the counter in full view.
  77. >The soothing taupe walls are all but covered in posters of grotesquely deformed teeth, dire warnings of periodontal disease and the evils of soda laid over top images of inflamed gums leaking blood and puss.
  78.  
  79. >Your trusty exam chair sits permanently fixed in the center, but has been rigged with institutional grade canvas restraints.
  80. >For a few moments you float in stunned in awe, but are pulled back into the moment by the growing tremors in Fluttershy's breath.
  81. >”D-D-dr...”
  82. >She stutters, her legs involuntarily crawling her back towards the door.
  83. >”P-please.. please can I just...”
  84. >”C-can I at least talk to Discord first?”
  85. >Before you can answer, Colgate appears from behind, blocking the exit.
  86. >Her face is hidden behind a white mask, but you just know she's got a devilish grin on under there.
  87. “Lift your tail please” she instructs in a practiced doctoral tone.
  88. >Fluttershy gives you one last glance, but despite the warmth of her desperation you manage the prescribed apologetic silence.
  89. >After a few seconds the crestfallen mare complies with the order, breaking eye contact and slowly raising her tail for your assistant.
  90. >She lets out a series of muffled gasps as Colgate works an egg shaped electrode past her lips and deep into her vaginal canal.
  91. >Meanwhile you slip on your own mask and take your position on one side of the chair.
  92. “Ok, up we go.”
  93. >Her tail lowers as she makes her way to the chair, her gaze remaining fixed on the ground as she shuffles along awkwardly, the cold metal shifting around inside her.
  94. >With Colgate on one side and you on the other, you guide Fluttershy into the chair, sliding her tail and the thin wire emerging from her slit neatly between her legs.
  95. >Fluttershy fidgets uncomfortably as the the two of get to work on her restraints.
  96. >First you secure a cuff around each forearm, pinning her front legs at her sides.
  97. >Following that is a series off straps looping across her chest and barrel, passing overtop her arms and wings and pulling her tightly into the padded chair.
  98.  
  99. >Her core secured, Colgate works at tethering her ankles to the end of the chair while you wrap a set of wide belts around her hind legs, cinching them up until her hocks press against one another.
  100. >With the bulk of the restraints now in place, Colgate sets about connecting up the electronics while you move to the top of the chair to secure the final bit of the restraints.
  101. >It's a thickly padded head strap designed to keep her head completely immobile.
  102. >Up until now Fluttershy has been cooperative as always, but this bit always gets a reaction from her.
  103. >Sure enough. as you bring it within her field of view she falters, whimpering and wrenching her head away from you.
  104. >You run your hand across her exposed cheek, picking up a slight dampness along your gloved fingertips.
  105. “Fluttershy...” you start softly, but she cuts you off before you can get into the usual spiel.
  106. >”I-I know, I'm sorry..” she whines, catching you by surprise as her head twists back into position under her own steam.
  107. >You can't help falling into your own facade as you continue tracing along the side of her face.
  108. >She's just so polite in her misery.
  109. >She repays the mistake by hitting you with that same look from before.
  110. >Damn it.
  111. >You know her too well to think it an intentional ploy for sympathy.
  112. >No, she's literally the element of kindness, gifted in the art of being nice to others... and she'd caught your little slip up fair and square.
  113. >You try to focus your mind on all the fun things you've planned for her as she searches your face.
  114. >So maybe you do feel a little pity, a pang of guilt even, but once you get going what would it matter.
  115. >Discord insisted your abuse be dealt out with a smile, but she was going to suffer all the same.
  116. >By the end she'd know it was all an act, just part Discords silly ruse.
  117. >Your month twists against itself.
  118. >Heck, you'd show her right now.
  119.  
  120. >Despite the heat you feel in your own face as a dark pall envelops your thoughts, her eyes don't change.
  121. >Sighing, you let the strap fall to the side.
  122. “Ok Fluttershy”
  123. >You hesitate for a moment, having second thoughts as her expression starts to brighten, but it's just not worth it.
  124. >You can give her this small victory and still have your fun.
  125. “...we'll see if we can do this without the head strap.”
  126. >You can't help smile behind your mask as she whispers a relieved thank you.
  127. “But if you fight me or start making a fuss it's going on and I don't any complaints about it, ok?”
  128. >She gives you a quick nod.
  129. >”Ok.”
  130. >Colgate gives you a puzzled look but says nothing as she takes her place opposite you.
  131. >You retrieve your single handed mouth prop from the counter, causing Fluttershy to take a deep involuntary swallow.
  132. >The device resembles a pair of curved stainless steel scissors with rubber coated hooked tips and a ratcheting set of teeth in the middle.
  133. >It's a bit of an anachronism, more appropriately found in a museum than a modern practice, but it suits your needs perfectly.
  134. >As you bring it towards her face, she parts her lips, allowing you to slip the rubber hooks between her teeth.
  135. >The instrument makes a series of sharp mechanical clicks as you close the handles together, forcing her jaw open.
  136. >You space out the last few for effect, the final click wrenching her jaw to just past comfortable without being painful.
  137. >She tries to say something but it only comes out as incomprehensible babbling.
  138. “Don't worry, that's as wide as I need.”
  139. >With the prop firmly wedged in the corner of her mouth, the curved handle provides you as much control as the headband would have... but it does tie up a hand.
  140. “Colgate, hand me the number 3 explorer please.”
  141. >”Of course Doctor.”
  142. >Within a few moments Colgate places the instrument between your fingers.
  143.  
  144. >The probe is standard issue, a slender shaft with a little knurling along it's length for grip ending in a thin bit of curved steel.
  145. >Not so standard is the small alligator clip fixed to the butt of the shaft, connecting it via a long thin lead to a control unit opposite your assistant.
  146. >Fluttershy's eyes however are focused squarely on the needle sharp tip at the business end of the implement, a bright speck of light gleaming off it from the overhead lighting as you draw it towards her.
  147. >Her eyes slam shut in anticipation as the as the steel passes between her lips, her tongue involuntarily retreating to the back of her mouth.
  148. >You begin as you always have, sliding the tip of the instrument along the spongy pink flesh of the retreating organ.
  149. >”Nhaaaughhh!”
  150. >Her body spasms against the canvas straps as a circuit is completed between her tongue and the electrode nestled deeply within her, her back arching tightly as the current stings through her delicate tissues.
  151. >The handle of the mouth prop twists slightly against your other hand, but you're able to keep her head in position without much effort.
  152. >After a few moments pass you relent, lifting the pick from her tongue.
  153. >Her body immediately falls limp within the restraints as the flow of current stops.
  154. >A series of coughing moans and whines follows as she struggles to suck air back into her lungs, beads of tears leaking down the side of her cheeks.
  155. >You give Colgate a quick nod, signaling her to dial it back to the more reasonable voltage you'll use for the rest of the session.
  156. >The lingering effects of your first salvo are enamelled across your patients face.
  157. >She breaths sporadically in long staggered draws, bringing in huge gulps of air, then letting it out in shaky piecemeal bursts.
  158. >Tight wrinkles trace along her muzzle as her cheek muscles press her eyelids as tightly as she can manage.
  159. “Fluttershy, I want your eyes open for this, ok.”
  160.  
  161. >Her snout quivers as she inhales deeply one last time, but she complies and forces her eyelids open, squinting uncomfortably up at you.
  162. >Colgate is quick with a soft cloth, gently clearing the accumulated moisture around her eyes.
  163. >Her eyes shift focus on your hands as you re-enter her mouth with the pick for the actual cleaning, a deep gurgling whine echoing up her throat.
  164. >One by one you scale each tooth.
  165. >Most of your time is spent cleaning the exposed enamel.
  166. >While certainly not a comfortable experience, the work is mostly routine.
  167. >Despite the cacoffiny of flicks and scrapes echoing around her maw, it's no more painful than any other cleaning as you tug bits of tartar off the non-conductive surfaces.
  168. >It's only when you get under the gum-line that your electrified pick comes into play, giving her a stinging course of voltage as the tip comes into contact with her sensitive gingiva.
  169. >By the fifth tooth she's got your rhythm down pretty well, wincing and tensing before the electricity even hits.
  170. >Every so often you retreat so your assistant can get in with the air water syringe.
  171. >The rinse is entirely necessary for the cleaning, but also allows Colgate to add some of her own torments.
  172. >In particular she seems to enjoy being light on the suction, leaving Fluttershy to gargle and choke as the fluid accumulates in the back of her throat.
  173. >Fortunately for Fluttershy she wasn't lying earlier when she said she'd been brushing and flossing.
  174. >Her teeth are immaculately clean, and you're sporting enough to reward her by working through the painful bits quickly.
  175. >Unfortunately for her though, she missed a spot.
  176. >Truthfully you almost did to, but as you work to clean the 4th to last tooth, she winces out of time.
  177. >It takes only a moment for Fluttershy to register what just happened, the color draining from her face as you stop your scraping and go in for a closer look.
  178.  
  179. >You probe around the area a few times before you find it, a small dark spot, her face scrunching tightly to hide the pain as best she can as you poke at it.
  180. “Hmm, looks like we've got a cavity here.”
  181. >Her ears fall as a stifled whine escapes past the mouth prop.
  182. “It doesn't look too deep, but I'm afraid I'll have to do some drilling after we're done here.”
  183. >Fluttershy goes stone cold for the rest the cleaning, her thoughts clearly overshadowed by the upcoming filling.
  184. >It would be her first time having any kind corrective work done, but everyone and presumably everypony knows that getting a cavity filled isn't fun.
  185. >Colgate gives her one final gagging rinse before retrieving the pick from your hand.
  186. >A few moments pass before Fluttershy realizes you've finished the cleaning.
  187. >Ordinarily at this point you'd begin undoing the restraints, signaling the end of the ordeal, but as she turns her head towards you it's clear she recognizes it won't be like that today.
  188. >Looking down at your patient her misery is clear.
  189. >Her eyes no longer plead with you nor look for hidden kindness, instead appearing mostly worn and just longing to go home.
  190. >Your prized canvas restraints are now permeated with sweat, not to mention the chair itself, the sides of which are now marred with indents from where her hooves repeatedly clawed into the thick material.
  191. >Truthfully both of you are at your quota, you've no more interest in drawing this out than she does of suffering through it.
  192. “Fluttershy.”
  193. >You pause, briefly searching for an easier way to what you've got to do next but finding none.
  194. “You've been very well behaved, but I'm afraid I need both hands for this, and if you move you could get hurt.”
  195. >It takes only a moment for your meaning to sink in.
  196. “I'm going to have to put the head band on, ok?”
  197.  
  198. >Even in her resigned state you expected some protest, but instead she just breaks eye contact with you, nodding slightly as you release your grip on the mouth prop.
  199. >The soft padding compresses tightly around her forehead as you fix the velcro band, along with a set of rigid foam blocks that press around the ears and insure total immobility.
  200. “Lidocaine syringe please.”
  201. >Syringe.
  202. >You said the magic word without thinking, but the effect is almost immediately as a flurry of emotion returns to Fluttershy's face.
  203. “Hold up Colgate..”
  204. >Your assistant stops short of passing the needle across your patients field of view.
  205. >You squirm a bit as Fluttershy's eyes fixate on your face.
  206. >Whatever magic you saw in them before is now hauntingly absent for the first time, not a single hint of hope, just simple unconditional fear.
  207. >And it was directed squarely at you.
  208. >A queasiness forms in the pit of your stomach as the possible motivation behind these sessions finally hits you.
  209. >You slide your mask down your face a bit to catch a full breath of air.
  210. >Unfortunately for Discord you can't help yourself.
  211. “This is gonna pinch, but it'll only hurt for a moment, then after that you won't feel a thing.”
  212. >It's your standard speech, and even on a good day is mostly a lie, but to your relief her expression begins to brighten.
  213. “You can close your eyes for this if you want to.”

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