An off-shoot of Coffee Burn where Anon goes to the hospital instead of Twilight's library.


>You are Anon
>You are sitting on a bed in Ponyville Hospital's burn ward.
>You are covered in pones.

"Doctors? Is all this really necessary?"
>The yellow pony latched onto your back coos in your ear and nuzzles the back of your head.
>"Shhhhh...."
>The dark blue pony looks up at you from your lap with an upside-down smile while you absently rub her belly.
>>"Mister Anonymous, the pre-healing cuddling is VERY important. Not only does it relax the patient, but it also encourages the painkiller we gave you to settle in your system."
>She wriggles in you lap and giggles when her stethoscope falls off from around her neck.

>If you hadn't been living in Equestria for the past 8 months, you wouldn't have believed that for a second.
>On your way to the burn ward, you witnessed doctors snuggling crying patients.
>Not to mention the nurses big-spooning patients who were waiting for a doctor to help them.
>The yellow one had introduced herself to you as "Doctor Twinkle Bluegrass".
>The dark-blue one is "Doctor Sleepy Lily"
>Heh
>Doctor "TB".
>If ponyland had that disease, you're sure Dr. Bluegrass would appreciate the irony.

>TB: "How are you feeling, Mister Anonymous? Ten minutes ago, when I asked you to rate your pain from a scale of one to ten, you said it was a seven."
>Pony Doctor number two finishes for Pony Doctor number once.
>SL: "How would you rate your pain now?"
"Mmmm.... I'd say a two or a three."
>Turns out that while you may be almost immune to DIRECT magic, you still process INDIRECT magic like any other creature in Equestria.
>Healing spells don't work, but enchanted drugs do.

>The yellow doctor smiles and makes a pleased noise. Her horn glows and a clipboard floats over.
>TB: "Very good. That means we can proceed. Doctor Lily?"
>Sleepy Lily whined and tried to wriggle deeper into your lap, clutching possessively at your arm.
>SL: "Nooooo~"
>Twinkle Bluegrass sighs and gently removes herself from your back.
>TB: "Sleepy, please."
>But Sleepy Lily was not one to give up hoof-spider belly-rubs so easily.
>SL: "But, he's so warm!"
>Oh god you're about to die from how adorable this is.
>How can my pony doctor be this cute?

>Doctor Total Biscuit eventually convinces Sleepy Lily to remove herself from the warm embrace of your crotch and reminds her that they have a stallion in their hooves.
>Much like the doctor-cuddling, you would have been mildly upset by that sexist remark, but you've made friends with some colts in Ponyville.
>It was like the entire male population was ambiguously (and yet flamboyantly) gay.
>0/10 no hairy lumberjack boner

>TB: "Mister Anonymous-"
"Doctor Bluegrass, you've been licking my neck and sniffing my hair for the last half-hour. You can call me 'Anon'."
>The good doctor blushes, and complies.
"Same goes for you, Doctor Lily. I can smell myself on you all from all the way over here."

>TB: "Alright, Anon. In that case, I insist that you refer to us as "Twinkle" and "Sleepy".
>TB: "Now, as I was saying..."
>She shoots a mock-glare in your direction.
>TB: "Now that the drug has reached stage one, we can proceed with your burn."
>While Twinkle goes to her adorably-tiny drug-cupboard, Sleepy guides you through the healing process.
>SL: "You don't have to worry too much about what the drugs do once they enter your system. You probably wouldn't understand it, anyway."
>Doctor Tuberculosis comes back with a container in her magic and slathers a generous amount onto your wound.
>It feels deliciously cold on your burned skin.
>Tingles, too.

>.......Oh.
>Oh my.
>That's not the only thing that's tingling.
"Uh, doctors?"
>You point down to your crotch. You're painfully hard.
>TB: "Oh dear! That's not supposed to happen. Does it hurt?"
>You grit your teeth at the terrible pressure in your pants.
"Yes, very!"
>TB: "On a scale of one to ten, how wo-"
"Twinkle!"
>Twinkle looks slightly sheepish for a moment, then runs over to her medical encyclopaedia and beings to skim through it.
>Sleepy, on the other hand, is slightly more frantic.
>She must be a newly-qualified doctor.
>SL: "We have to get the swelling down!"
>TB: "Sleepy, keep it together. I've nearly figured it out."
>Sleepy shakes her head and tears your pants off with her magic.
>SL: "No, quickly! Before it bursts!"
>Before it what?
>Sleepy dives into your lap and engulfs the head of your cock in her mouth.
>Twinkle sighs in annoyance, and turns to face you.
>"Sleepy, it isn't going to bur-"
>Dead silence.

>Nobody speaks.
>Nobody moves.
>The only sounds being made are Sleepy slurping and gasping as she desperately tries to get you off.
>Her tongue is thick and wide, and it seems to be able to cover areas you never even knew existed.
>I-is pony sex the best sex?
>You sure hope so.
>You'd be pushing the mare off of you if it weren't for your 8-month dryspell.
>Sleepy removes your cock from her mouth with a wet pop.
>"Twinkle, help! It isn't working!"
>While she talks, she furiously rubs the length of your shaft with the frog of her hoof.
>"I think there's some sort of blockage preventing Anon from ejaculating; I've been stimulating him for over 45 seconds."
>Twinkle still hasn't moved yet. You try and break the heavy silence.
"It's.... going to take a lot longer than 45 seconds, Sleepy..."
>From the corner of your eye you can see a clipboard float over in Twinkle's direction.
>SL: "Really? How long to humans last?"
"I dunno; anywhere between five and fifteen minutes, I guess."
>Sleepy Lily's medical professionalism is the only thing that's keeping the hoofjob going; she looks utterly astonished.
>There's sudden movement from over in Twinkle's direction.
>TB: "Dibs!"
>Twinkle rushed over and begins to fight Sleepy over your saliva-soaked cock.
>Sleep shoves Twinkle back and opens her mouth to pick up where she left off.
>SL: "N-no fair! I got here first, Twinkle!"

>TB: "Too bad, I outrank you!"
>She magically shoves her co-worker off to the side and resumes your hoofjob.
>Pre-cum dribbles down your shaft and Twinkle licks her lips.
>TB: "Hey! So, where is your sheath? Do humans have sheaths? Is this an example of an average penis? What's with this weird scar just below this engorged part? Is it going to flare when you cu-HURK
>And there goes doctor-pone.
>Sleepy Lily wastes no more time now that she has competition.
>With a sigh and a mumbled, "Dad would be so proud," Doctor Badtouch positions herself over your cock and slowly sinks down.

>Pleasure, white-hot, screams through your body.
>If you thought Sleepy's mouth was hot, then it's nothing compared to the inferno encasing your dick.
>You mean "hot" literally.
>Is horse pussy supposed to be so warm?
>You think you remember reading somewhere that horses have a higher body temperature than humans.
>Sleepy Lily is rolling her hips and is clearly enjoying herself.
>You're a little put off by how she's whispering "please don't sue for rape" over and over again, but hey.
>Free pussy.
>And it didn't even come from your daughter.
>Uh-oh, Twinkle's back on her hooves and her magic-horn is magicking like SHIT.
>TB: "W-wait, I'll tell on you!"
>Seriously?
>That's some middle-school tier bullshit, Twinkle.
>SL: "Nuh-uh!"
>God dammit, Sleepy.
>TB: "Yeah-huh!"
>SL: "I'll just get Anon to v-vouch for me! He'll say that you t-tried to rape him!"
>She whips her head to you so fast you feel sweat spray from her mane.
>SL: "W-won't you, Anon? Huh?"
>She's panting now.
>You decide to put off giving Sleepy a proper answer and instead grab her flank with one hand and pull her mouth to yours with the other.
>SL: "Mmmoaahhh~"
>God you love the sounds she's making.
>You can feel her winking every time you bottom out.

>TB: "Y-you fucking slut..."
>Is she crying? Is the monkey D really that good? Do stallions ACTUALLY last 45 seconds?
>You'd cry too if you couldn't get some dick like that.
>.....
>N-no homo
>Sleepy breaks away from you and leaves behind a warm mouthful of her saliva.
>She tastes like roasted marshmallows.
>You don't know why but that is turning you on like CRAZY.
>TB: "Oh-or, he could rightly accuse us buh-huh-hoth of rape."
>You can DO that?!
>Why didn't Twilight tell you this?!
>You've never felt so powerful before.
>If Twinkle can't get the D, ain't NOPONY gettin' the D.
>Sleepy stops, but you can still feel her internal muscles squeezing you with as much strength as your own hand.
>SL: "...Anon, do you haaaaaohgoodness... have any idea how m-much a doctor makes ina-in a year?"
>What?
>Sleepy looks victorious, and Twinkle looks like a crushing weight has just been lifted from her withers.
>Not being accused of rape will do that to anybody.
>Is she trying to bribe you so that you don't charge her for rape?
>Or does she want this to become a regular thing?
>You're not sure you want to be her perma-prostitute.
>"Or how many bits TWO doctors will make in a year?"
>Twinkle crawls on the bed towards you, carefully avoiding touching Sleepy, who has resumed her rolling and is currently enjoying an orgasm.
>"Herd with us, Anon, and you'll never want for anything ever again. All you have to do is keep an eye on our foals, make sure dinner is hot when we get home, and to keep up with us in the bedroom."
>How can you say no to that?