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"Alright, come here, right here... Just like that, exactly." The man in the loose doctor's coat gestured as Lance hesitantly stepped onto the rubber mat that was set against the wall. "I just need to get your weight."

Dr Morrison was a good man, at least that's what Lance had been told when he'd shown up for the check up. One of the older stallions was there, lazily discussing something with Ulysses and had teased him and the rest of the colts playfully about getting a doctor's check-up. Thankfully, their host was far more serious when it came to matters of protocol and had assured them that it wasn't all that bad. It was a normal enough procedure, one that ensured that none of them had any abnormalities that could happen when one was Changed. It made Lance a bit nervous when contemplating exactly what sort of things could go wrong with his body or might be wrong with it, he had never really heard about anything of the kind happening, but he had also never read much in depth material about it. He wished with all his heart that Emily were here, she would have known what he had to look forward too.

As it was, the doctor's 'office' was actually something like a converted study that had a few things in place designed for looking over a four legged patient. There was a table for one, that could be lifted up on risers or dropped back down again for a better look, there was even a little sink built into a wall with various drawers and cupboards that were closed, but he suspected held the things that the doctor needed. It didn't smell like his doctor's office, but he supposed it wouldn't given that this was a bit like a hastily erected clinic. His stomach gave a strange little flip flop as he stood on the rubber mat, looking down at it and trying his best not to show his nerves. Being at a doctor's office had never bothered him before, he didn't see why it should be such a huge bother now.

_Except then I was human and I didn't feel like I was being handled by a vet. _ He thought bleakly and looked up at the cheerful faced man who was moving towards the side of the mat.

<Alright.> Lance looked down and then up towards the numbers that were high above him, trying to cant his head to one side to get a good glimpse of the numbers. <Did I lose weight?>

"Two hundred and forty pounds exactly." Dr. Morrison wrote down the numbers on the clip board while Lance pinned his ears back flat to his head.

<HOW MUCH?!> He threw the words out into the man's mind louder than he meant to, earning him a grimace. <Sorry, but I was one sixty before and I'm much smaller now.>

"You're shorter, you aren't smaller. Your body had to increase mass to allow for the Change, that's why we wait a week before examining you." The doctor settled down on a stool and placed his chart to one side. "It actually takes time for things to settle how they're supposed to be, at least that's our understanding. The initial Change is dramatic, but smaller subtler Changes happen over time before you settle into your proper form. You've been eating more, correct?"

While the doctor talked he moved the stool closer to the stallion's head, looking him over very much as if he were gauging where the weight had been disturbed. Lance struggled to keep himself from shrinking away as the pair of hands reached out to pull his head towards the man. He flinched slightly as a finger suddenly pushed up and hooked just inside of his lips so that his mouth was forced open wide. He flattened his ears down against his head in outrage at being handled so familiarly, but he couldn't really struggle as the man shined a light down his throat. He wanted to bite, it was the most unheard of urge he had ever felt with a doctor, but he had to strangle it down and attempt to feel sympathy with the man. Perhaps he was just in a rush to get the exams done with, after all, he had others waiting outside the small room. He tried to concentrate on the question instead, he had been eating more, but not that much had he? He had always eaten big meals, but now he ate them four times a day.

<I.. yes I have.> The doctor released his mouth and the hands were more gentle guiding his head to one side as the man leaned in to look at his right eye. He tilted his head down and let the doctor shine the light directly into his eyes. <I just thought it was because I was running more often. They have us running a lot, you know.>

"It'll taper off, but you are putting on muscle. Doing physical exertions helps balance the muscles as well as works with coordination." The doctor turned his head again towards the other eye, another flash of light. "Gold eyes, are you having any issues with vision? Blurring? Sometimes this color mutation can have some near sighted issues."

<No, I can see just fine.> He tilted his head downwards and snorted out when Morrison reached out to catch his ears so that they could be similarly examined. <You can just ask me to move.>

The doctor made a noncommittal sound before his ears were released, obviously there wasn't anything wrong there. Lance simply sighed and tried to keep his temper while the hands moved down along the line of his neck and smoothed down to either side of his shoulders. They moved down to stroke along his upper leg, sliding slowly towards the knees before curling towards his ankles and gave a little bit of a tug so that he lifted his hoof up. He turned his head about nervously and watched as the man curled the hoof up higher so that he could probe it with a finger. He'd never really looked at the soles of his hoof, either side of the cloven sections were spread apart slightly making him snort a bit at the strange sensation of pressure.

The hooves themselves were strange, he had already dealt with the strange numbness to them and the pressure, but now he could see how odd they were. When they were spread apart he could see white hairs between them, so they weren't entirely solid hoof. Two smaller nails were on the back of his ankle, but he had no idea what they were for save that he knew that some deer possessed them as well. The doctor seemed to study his hoof with more intensity than he had other places, tapping and running his fingers around the outer edge. Lance's nostrils flared delicately while the man reached into a pocket and pulled out a short curved blade that caught the light. It was wickedly sharp looking, barely two inches long and hooked, and it was aimed right towards his foot. He let out a short noise and jerked his leg, trying to stomp it down and away from the blade.

"Calm down, it's like trimming your nails. You won't feel anything. You have a hoof, not toes." Dr. Morrison gripped his upturned hoof in the palm of his hand more firmly against the struggles. "I just need to make sure the hoof growth is solid."

Lance shivered his skin in distaste and tried to hold still, even when the blade lowered down he ended up looking away. He wasn't used to a knife being used to cut off ANY part of him! Trimmers would have at least been familiar! The scrape of the blade made a shiver run down his spine, like hearing nails down a chalk board as Morrison worked the blade up one side and cut off a thin sliver of hoof. It didn't hurt at all, he just barely felt the pressure as the trimmings were placed into a small bottle and labeled. When he dropped his hoof it didn't feel any different, but it was still disturbing. And then the hands were back as the doctor moved and brushed right along the curve of his back and the fingers spread out to either side, digging in slightly as if he were testing out the muscle growth. Lance tried to stay still, he struggled not to flinch as the fingers moved all the way down to his haunches and pushed slightly, making him tense up his legs to bear the weight.

"Good growth, your appetite should taper off within the next few days, I think you're fully Changed at this point." The doctor patted his haunches in a way that made him flinch, his ears pinning back at the familiar touch. He was being stroked like a horse!

<I'm glad you approve.> Lance snorted roughly and tried to stop his tail from lashing back and forth, a nearly impossible task.

"I know, I'm not your average doctor." Morrison at least offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry if you're offended, but let me make sure your heart and lungs are working well. Are you experiencing any difficulty breathing, tightness in the chest?"

<No.> Lance stifled a sigh as the stethoscope was brought out. <Nothing wrong that I can tell, I mean, not that I would know I guess.>

"Oh you would know." The man dropped down and pulled the ear pieces up while he crouched. "It's not a common problem thankfully."

At least the stethoscope wasn't cold, his fur just made him feel the slight chill as the exam turned into something more standard as his heart and lungs were listened too. It was strange to have someone handle him this way, but he tried to be as compliant as possible while he held still and drew in deep breaths when he was told. At least there was nothing wrong with him, that made his ears twitch up a little bit. He just wished he had someone here that he at least knew, this was the most anyone had touched him since he was changed. The hands weren't harsh or cruel, but they were a strangers hand and that set him on edge. The exam ended with his stomach being palpitated, the fingers squeezing and pushing, lightly massaging while Lance stood nearly on hoof tip.

"Alright, now if you'll drop for me, I'm going to assume you already brought a sample?" Morrison swung the stool around. "Or submitted one?"

<Drop? What?!> Lance jerked his head back, ears pinned flat to his head as he felt a slight hint of heat rising to his cheeks. He'd been here long enough to know what drop meant.

"You've been chaste?" The doctor stopped and gave him an odd look. "I'll need a sample for a sperm count check, as well as to ensure that you are working properly."

<I... I work just fine!> Lance snapped back, his long tail snapping in the air as he nearly bristled with anger. <I assure you!>

The doctor gave him a look, before sighing and reaching up to take off his wire rimmed glasses to set to one side. "I know you're going through enough changes right now as is, but I need a sample to take back for testing."

<Well you can go to hell!!> Lance stepped back and glared at the man. <You think I'm just going to let you j-jerk me off in here?! What sort of perv->

"Good god, no!" The doctor glared at him, a real hint of anger in his eyes. "Ulysses has a device available, go and speak to one of the servants and ask for them to set it up, I don't care if you want it to be private, but it is for your own good."

<I don't see how it is.> Lance flushed a hot red, the heat pounding in his cheeks. How dare this man ask him to do something like this?!

"Listen, if you don't believe me, talk to Ulysses or one of the other stallions. It's not uncommon for newly Changed to have some reproductive issues. There are shots and supplements that can be given early on when your body is still adapting that can help." The doctor plucked up his glasses again. "If you prefer to be child free, by all means you can say no, but I highly recommend submitting a sample before I leave so we can ascertain if you're viable or not."

<Oh...> Lance pinned his ears back, his heart beat was pounding in his ears. Embarrassed beyond all reason at what was being asked of him. <How common?>

"One in five need help to balance their change and are able to sire children." The man gave a gesture. "You can go speak to others if you believe I'm a pervert about such nonsense."

<I'm sorry.> Lance apologized miserably, dropping his head a little bit. <I didn't know it was actually... I don't know about a lot of things.>

Morrison stopped and gave him an almost sympathetic look. "Go on, I'll hold up my next appointment a bit. You'll probably be able to get the place to yourself."

<Thanks.> Lance stepped towards the door nervously, he didn't want to do this. He really didn't want too, but it wasn't the first time he'd gone to a doctors appointment and had to do something he didn't want to do. Just the first time he was asked to give a semen sample.

I don't even know if I can do this....

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Lance stared at the mounting barrel in humiliation and vague disgust, his tail lashing wildly behind him as he pricked his ears up and looked around. The device was a long leather padded log with two small stout appendages that reached out from either side so that a unicorn could hook his forelegs onto them. It stood at chest high and was tilted ever so slightly. The end facing him was wrapped in soft cream colored latex, glistening with lubrication thanks to Ulysses' companion Jon. He had never been so utterly embarrassed than he was approaching the distinguished looking man and giving his request. Jon, thankfully, hadn't commented, he had merely said that it would be a few minutes. And now, he had no idea what he was supposed to do, or rather, he had no idea how he was supposed to go about getting started.

There was absolutely nothing appealing about the device at all, nothing stimulating, nothing that made him want to do ANYTHING to it. His tail snapped back and forth harder behind him at the very idea. What he wanted to do was turn right back around, go back to the barracks and refuse to give a sample, but the words of the doctor kept that from happening. If there was a chance something had gone wrong, and he could prevent it, wasn't it worth the risk to his pride? He sighed a little bit and carefully stepped to one side to eye the thing dubiously, occasionally looking out to make sure that no one was watching him. The thing was at least tucked away behind one of the buildings, so while it wasn't completely private, it was at least out of view of someone just walking by. A small relief to him, a very small relief.

As he walked around the device he tilted his head a bit to give a good look over the height of it, trying to stir himself up into doing what needed to be done. How many other times had he been awkwardly aroused? It was a common fact that he no longer seemed to be in control of that part of his body, something that was humiliating, but at this point he couldn't seem to get aroused. As he stepped about and came around to the front of the thing, his nose twitched a little bit as he nearly found himself staring at a pair of neatly folded girl's jeans. It wasn't the sequined pattern of vines and flowers that caught his attention, but the wash of warm scent that flooded his nostrils as he hovered near the material. Sweet, it was sweet and strange, and all together wonderful as he sucked down a breath and automatically pushed his nose against the fabric and drew in a deeper scent. Warm and female, strange and fertile, sweet and erotic as it flooded his senses.

He knew that smell, he had drank it in from Emily, and now it was here right in front of him, the scent that made his heart hammer faster and his entire body feel electrified. He pushed his nose against the fabric, rubbing back and forth with a groan. He didn't have to hide his interest in the scent now, Emily wasn't here, no one was here, he gave a glance around just to make sure. His body reacted as it had around Emily, a flare of heat and desire so strong that he could barely hold it back. His heavy pink sheath began to fill out as he rested his nose along the pants and drew in a deeper breath, swelling his chest out wide as he drank it down, the warmth flowing through him. In his mind he saw Emily, his lovely sweet Emily, the scent of her warm body filling him as the pink length of his girth began to droop down towards the ground under his belly.

He no longer had to worry about how to find a way to hide it, he could just savor the scent of it flooding his nose while he curled his upper lip back and nearly tasted it on his tongue. His girth hung down full and heavy beneath his chest, curved as the base thickened and tried to swing upwards, his sheath hung open wide as he let out a shuddering breath before pulling backwards a few inches. He opened his eyes, trying to concentrate a touch as he sneezed out that scent and shuddered. His haunches quivered slightly, tensing and relaxing as the first oozing drop of precum spilled down to the ground between his hooves. Every movement let him feel the weight of his girth shifting beneath him, swinging back and forth as it had countless times since he had changed.

The first reaction he felt was the same raw frustration he had felt in the past, the same frustration he felt anytime he got aroused and the fact there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Only deal with the ache and swollen feel of his body trying to suffocate the sensation of arousal. His nostrils flared wide, sucking down a gasping breath before blowing it out again. His cock flexed beneath his haunches as he tasted that sweet scent on the air, slapping up against his belly while his eyes locked on the strange mounting block. The leather padded shape designed for his forelegs to grasp, the height made specifically for him. The humiliation he had felt edged away in view of the sheer painful need for relief, how many times had he swallowed his arousal down instead of relief? If he had not grown aroused at all he would have borne it well, but now he was nearly shaking as he stepped around the thing.

Lance managed to look around, his ears burning and pounding in time with his heart beat, he wasn't even sure he would stop if someone was watching him. He just wanted to stop the aching feel of his too full orbs to end, something had to break. With a grunt he reared onto his haunches, feeling his cock swinging down between his hind legs and stiffening in reaction to the movements. He pushed onto the leather wrapped barrel while he spread his forelegs open to either side, blindly scrabbling until he caught the padded arms to either side to brace himself. It was instinct, nothing else, his body reacted to his movements and his cock swung up stiff and hard beneath his belly, the thickened gleaming tip pushing up against the leather padding blindly as he hunched his back. He knew the opening was there, what had been detestable was suddenly desirable as he stretched his neck out and rested his chin on the leather, nearly touching the folded fabric carrying that sweet erotic scent.

His hips jerked wildly, several times pushing his cock right up so it was trapped beneath his belly as he gave into the animalistic desire. He throttled down control, nearly choking on it as he forced his hips to move slowly and he ran his tip along the end of the barrel. Thick oozing precum smeared out as he slipped back and forth, prancing on his hind legs before he felt his cock slip right against something soft and padded. It was slippery slick and soft feeling while he gave a sudden lunge forward, his hips jerking as he forced his way into the soft passage. He wedged himself in, he didn't care about being gentle, he didn't care about anything except finally feeling something wrapping around his so sensitive cock.. Hot jets of precum spilled out of his tip, rushing out to flood the narrow channel that hugged tightly around him.

He drove himself in all the way up to the sheath, his legs shivering while he closed his eyes, his mind flaring hotly with thoughts of Emily. That scent, it was too hard not to think about her, her warm body beneath his own and her walls clasping around him. He dragged backwards, the wet lubricant coating his pink shaft as he pulled back to the medial ring before driving forward again, a rough bucking thrust that made him nearly hop forward and sent the thing rocking beneath him with the force of his thrust. His precum squelched out as he began to thrust in blind violent movements, not thinking about anything except the scent. Her scent. It was flaring through his nostrils with every quivering breath while he tugged with his forelegs and tried to drag the thing back against him, not that it was possible. It remained still as he gave into urges he couldn't control.

He wanted to possess her, own her, he needed her beyond all reason, beyond all thought. With a groan he opened his jaws and closed down on the leather, biting roughly as he drove himself in with short powerful thrusts. The thick oozing precum made the passage slicker and slicker, coating around him and oozing out with the force of his thrusts. He thought of nothing except the relief of feeling the smooth edges stroking over him, caressing swollen overly sensitive flesh while his balls drove up and hit against the leather at the apex of each of his thrusts. His teeth dug down harder, twisting slightly, trying to mark the female beneath him as the scent continued to invade his senses. His mind imagining her beneath him, writhing and bucking, crying out as he sheathed himself within the tightness of her body. It didn't take long, not at all, he was too on edge, too worked up to stop himself.

His tip flared open, the passage tightened as it spread wider and wider inside of the cavernous passage, his urethra jutting forward while his orbs heaved up almost painfully between his thighs. He gave a final thrust, hopping up on his hind legs for that final thrust before the first hot rush of his seed bubbled up from his cock tip. Hot oozing pressured ropes erupted from him, his cock throbbing and pulsed as his vision started to blur and darken around the edges, the relief so great that he began to shiver and tremble, his breathing came out in short shuddering puffs. His ears flicked back against his head as he flooded the sheath, thick oozing droplets spilled out around the edges, running down towards his sheath in hot thick lines. The flood of it barely contained by his flared cock, more than he had ever produced, and all he could do was lean his head down, panting and trembling from nose to tail.

He remained still for several moments, hearing his heart beat pounding in his ears while his muscles quivered and twitched in reaction. He'd never felt so relieved in his life, the aching pressure in his balls finally relaxed as he let out a weak noise and felt his cock starting to soften within the passage. His ear tips reddened slightly as he felt the ooze running around his girth before he took a step back. Slowly he pulled himself out, wincing a bit at the wet noise as his cock tip pulled out with a slippery popping noise, thick oozing cum still dribbling from around the tip. He dropped to all fours, the girth pulling upwards into the cavernous sheath as he looked at the mounting barrel, his ears splayed to either side in embarrassment at the mess.

"Ah, well, I suppose volume isn't going to be an issue." Jon's voice made Lance jerk around, ears snapping down flat to his head as he found the older man standing a polite distance away.

Lance tried to find something to say, but his mind absolutely blanked as he flushed and gave himself a shake. He didn't know what to say knowing the man had likely just seen what he'd done. He certainly didn't know what he should say, there was no protocol in the world that braced him for this. He felt sticky and messy, his sheath coated in the left over lubricant and cum while his swollen tip still hung out of the pink pouch that swayed back and forth beneath his belly. He dropped his head and started to turn away, not wanting to look the man in the eye, but Jon stopped him. A touch to his shoulder made him flinch slightly and nearly leap away, but the touch remained a gentle soft touch that forced him to turn about to look at him.

"Hey, it's alright." He crouched down, smoothing his vest slightly as he did so. "I know you might have trouble seeing this, but think about what just happened, alright?"

<I would rather not.> Lance replied stiffly, keeping his ears back. He didn't want to think about what he'd given into, it felt so... so wrong!

"Lance, please listen to me." Jon's voice was earnest and made him lift his head somewhat miserably to the older man. "You know how you just reacted, now imagine if that had been Emily. Please, seriously think of that..."

<I was thinking about Emily.> He felt like he'd somehow sullied his relationship by thinking of her in that impassioned moment.

"No, not like that." The hand squeezed firmly. "Think about how rough you just were, how desperate, now imagine if that had been Emily."

Lance's head jerked up at that. It came close to him and he pulled back slightly as he recalled the pure need that he had felt, the desperation as he had driven himself into the sheathing tightness. His jaws still ached from how hard he had gripped the leather, trying to mark it, he had WANTED to leave his mark on it. Something about marking it had been appealing to him in that moment. The thought of that being Emily's vulnerable and fragile body beneath him made his stomach turn. He would have hurt her, seriously hurt her in the rush of pure desperate need that had filled him. He hadn't been able to control himself, it had all been instinctual, purely instinctual. He took another step back in horror, eyes flashing a bit wider as he did so.

"Exactly. Do not think us unkind or villains, this is the truth and something you must learn." Jon moved his hand, cupping beneath Lance's chin so that he was forced to look into the older man's eyes. "There is no more painful thing to see or hear than a stallion who has hurt one he loves because he does not know his own body. It has happened, do not doubt it, and I would not wish that fate on yourself or anyone you loved. Remember that, and set aside your pride and try to understand your own body. We will not judge how you choose to do it, or where or with whom, but you must learn or you will hurt her. Do you understand?"

Lance hadn't understood before, it had seemed like some sort of cruel joke they were playing, but now he had felt the power of his own body. The mounting barrel was bolted down and it had shuddered under his thrusts, his body was larger, heavier, more powerful than it should be. He could kill Emily if he had no control, and what control did he have? He wasn't well versed in love in a human body, and now... Now he had this one. He could hold onto his pride and she would be the one to suffer through his learning and attempts to master himself, she would be hurt, very hurt, possibly even killed if he was too rough. The edge of pleasure that came with his orgasm was lost in horror of what Jon was explaining to him, and he simply nodded his head. He couldn't make himself speak.