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>Twilight and Redheart ''team-up'' to try to fix him.
>In reality, they see it as an excuse to try to hook-up with him.

>You are Anon, and you're awaiting your medical results.
>You were exasperated at first and almost didn't go through with it (it was CLEARLY bullshit), but you reluctantly agreed to play along and let the doctors test you.
>You learned the hard way back home that it's a REALLY bad idea to not listen to the doctor even when you think you're super-duper sure that you're fine.
>A narrowly-avoided bursting appendix is one hell of a lesson-teacher.
>So here you are, sitting one one of those padded desk things with the crinkly paper on it, without your shirt on.
>Twilight and Nurse Redheart approach, looking grim.
>Well, TWILIGHT looks grim.
>Nurse Redheart has a hard time looking like anything other than a widdle cutie-patootie with her pony-sized clipboard held firmly in her mouth
>And she's got her mane up in a bun under her tiny hat!
>D'aww, you wanna snuggle her!
>You don't even care if this makes you a slut in horse eyes!
>With a 'patooee' and a clatter, Redheart spits the clipboard onto the ground and points to a line with her forehoof.
>"I'm afraid it's terminal, mister Anonymous."
>...
>You fucking what?
>Oh god, they weren't just fucking with you.
>Oh Jesus, you're going to die!
>"You have acute 'dick-suck-itis' and-"
"Oh, fuck right off."
>These little fuckers nearly scared you half to death, making you think you're dying!
>Twilight raises a wing to her lips and shushes you - fucking SHUSHES you - and Redheart nods at her in appreciation.
>"The only cure-"
>[spoiler]Is more cowbell.[/spoiler] 
>"-is the application of a trained and certified mare's lips around your phallus, upon which suction will be applied until climax has been reached."
>Twilight flaps up until she's next to you and rests a sympathetic hoof on your bicep.
>It kinda loses its sympathetic nature when she starts to rub your chest, but whatever.
>>"I'm so sorry, Anon," Twilight coos, "But with this sort of physical therapy, I'm sure that you'll be able to live a long and fulfilling life despite your difficulties."
"Uh-huh."
>Nurse Redheard attempts to jump up next to you on your other side, but she's having a bit of trouble hopping up.
"Are you... are you alright?"
>"Yep!  Just... just gonna reach, and-"
>Her forelegs stretch out to grab onto the cushion-desk thing, but the crinkle-paper doesn't provide very good traction.
>No matter how hard she grunts and kicks with her widdle hind legs, she goes crashing to the ground and lands on her back.
>"Aw, n-not in front of the colt!"
>You nearly make strange noises with your mouth when she wriggles and kicks and just generally struggles to get back onto her hooves.
>But, to your disappointment, Twilight's horn lights up and Redheart begins to glow; after which, she is deposited on your free side.
>Nurse Redheart adjusts her hat and, blushing furiously, tries to pretend none of that ever happened.
>God, you wanna pet this horse and never ever stop.
>"Mister Anon, you need a qualified individual... or individualS-" she clarifies after getting a glimpse of Twilight's glare, "to be available to administer the... healing technique at a moment's notice.  In my medical opinion, I believe that the only responsible thing for Twilight Sparkle and I to do is to either move into your home for the duration of your affliction, or for you and one of us to move into the other's home."
"...so that you can suck my dick whenever the need arises."
>Like your dick.
>Hey-oh!
>Redheart nods solemnly.
>>"Given the size of your homes versus the size of my castle," interjects Twilight, "I believe it's best if the two of you move in with me."
>Wow.
"So, when you say terminal-"
>Nurse Redheart nods.
>"It means that you'll have the affliction for the rest of your life.  I'm so, so sorry."
>She snuggles up with you, pressing her warm cheek against the bare skin of your chest.
>After a moment's hesitation, Twilight mirrors Redheart and cuddles up to you; the only difference is that she uses her superior wingspan to reach around you and wrap around Redheart's withers.
>Good god, they're so soft.
>"That means we'll be with you day and night for as long as you permit us to live with you."
>Redheart smiles up at you bashfully.
>"That is, if you approve of this medical procedure.
>This medical procedure of getting your dick sucked.
"Would getting cuddled by the two of you help ease the discomfort of... of sucky cock-"
>>" 'Dick-suck-itis', Anon."
"Yeah, that.  Because I think being cuddled would help."
>Redheart peers up at you in confusion.
>"Mister Anonymous, I'm not sure who you've been going to for medical advice, but cuddles has no inherent medical val-"
>Twilight's wing, which was making sure Redheart couldn't slip away from you, angles up and smacks the nurse upside the head.
>"Ow!"
>She recovers quickly though and clears her throat.
>"I mean, yes.  Yes, it would."
>You know what?
>Sure.
>Fuck it.
>You don't have a marefriend, and these to cuties are... cute.
>You could do a hell of a lot worse, and you could certainly get used to the feeling of Redheart and Twilight snuggling with you.
"Well, you know best, nurse."
>Nurse Redheart lets out a squeal (and quickly covers her mouth with her forehooves, looking up at you nervously) and buries her face in your chest.
>Yeah, this is fine.