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"Almost," Banavi answered as he balled himself over Connor, moaning as he climaxed as if on demand. His seed ejecting deep and pelting the back of Connor's throat with a bouncing white barrage, making Connor feel like he was being struck with the blunt end of a toothbrush. The thick cream settled in his throat before he swallowed everything, coughing as he was finally let go, as some thick liquids dipped down the wrong pipe.

"You ok human?" the Nurse asked and Connor looked up at a black friesian mare, her naturally crimped mane dressed up with a running diamond braid down the back of her neck, her forelock was left to hang over the side of her head, while her tail was wrapped in thin braids to control the sweeping mass of hair that went down to her mid shin. The Amazonian mare leaned back in her chair looking down at Connor with complete disinterest.

"Just... swallowed some the wrong way." Connor admitted as the mare snapped on some latex gloves and pulled out a wet wipe from a drawer, handing it over to Banavi, pushing past Connor seeming to understand who was really in charge.

"Thank you." Banavi accepted, as he cleaned his member with the wet wipe before wrapping it up and handing it back to the mare who tossed it away. Grabbing another, the mare offered it to Connor so he could clean his lips while Banavi buttoned up. Connor gave his own thanks as he cleaned himself off and tossed out the rag himself, so the mare could change her gloves which she quickly did before directing Connor to the table. The mare said nothing about what they had done, and it burned in Connor like usual, it felt wrong to not face any kind of reaction and his mind needed some kind of assurance, so he looked at the mare who was prepping his arm to take blood.

"Sorry... I was hoping I could finish before someone came in." Connor apologized reluctantly as he looked at the Mare who only glanced up at him with dark hazel eyes, "It fine." The mare answered as she tied up his arm in a rubber band.

"You sure?" Connor dreaded to ask as his arm was cleaned with an alcohol wipe.

The mare paused, and pulled back, and breathed a sigh. "What are you looking for human? A beating? Are you thinking I'll scream at you like some deranged human female? I've sucked and pleasured males and females before, I couldn't care less, so just let me do my job and let me take your blood." She answered stiffly as if she was resenting something else.

"Are you ok?" Connor asked just before the mare stuck the needle into his vein; she exhaled in annoyance but looked at Connor; seeming to debate internally before exhaling and lowering the needle, still keeping a firm hand on his arm.

"Is it common for humans to hunt other beings?" She asked, and Connor contorted his head as he tried to make heads or tails of what she was saying.

"What do you mean?"

"This idiot human won't stop following me, I mated with her last month and since then she just won't stop chasing me. She sends me gifts, and even when I tell her to go away she's off in the corner of the parking lot taking pictures like some damn wedding photographer. She just won't stop hunting me.... This idiot left flowers in front of my house this morning and I'm just tired of it." The mare explained, and she exhaled bitterly, snorting in mental protest.

Connor laid his hand gently on hers just to make sure she didn't break his elbow by accident, but also to reassure. "It's not common, but we humans call it stalking. The most we can do is call the guards and police and try to let them deal with it; but most of the time unless they actually commit a crime the police can't really do more than that. I can't say if there is any certain way of getting rid of them other than killing them..." Connor had to correct himself because the way the mare looked at him was if he had just given her the permission she needed to finally act, "Which you should never do," her face fell just as quickly as she grumbled her protest.

"Yeah, I know, I wish it could be that easy sometimes." Connor chuckled, "But have you talked to the guards?"

"Really, you think the guards are going to take me seriously. A human hunting a Mincridarn? They'd laugh... and I just don't like the human police, there too scared of us." The mare fumed quietly.

"Hey, I get it, ok?" Connor patted as he looked up at the mare, "I might have a friend who can help. She's a guard so if this is hard to talk about, we can keep this relatively quiet."

"Do you really think she can help?" The mare asked with a quiet desperation.

"Yes, and maybe if you get someone to see what your talking about it'll help make it easier for them to act. I can arrange a meeting between the three of us so I can help explain things." Connor offered, and the mare exhaled but nodded.

"Ok, fine, but soon please. I don't know how much I can take of this, I can't even leave my house to go shopping anymore without her there watching my back." The mare pressed, and Connor nodded before stifling back momentary shock as the needle found it's home and started to draw his blood.

"Give me a warning next time." Connor protested.

"Sorry, my classes say that distracting the clients is the best way to taking blood without incident." The mare apologized as she held the needle in place until she filled up two capsules, before dragging the needle out, and pushing a bandage over the wound before sealing it closed with a small burst of magic, rubbing the wound with her thumb she tested the skin to make sure it wasn't weak before disposing of all the contaminated pieces and changing gloves.

"I would say don't be a cub, but I distinctly remember you saying you like wearing diapers." The Nurse chuckled as she marked the vials with stickers before leaving them on the desk.

"You were there?" Connor exhaled shamefully as he cupped his elbow to rub out the pain.

"I was, you were a on the tongues of all the medical staff. We were trying to figure out what you meant about your fetishes; that was a disturbing dinner break." The Mare pressed only to tease, as she opened slim doors on the end of the bed and lifted up two stirrups into place. Locking them into place she lean on the black pleather. "Now it's time for the suppository; I will not hide the fact that this does hurt and if you don't feel like you can handle it, I can prescribe you some dilators to help open your rectum. By the way, I have to ask but have you eaten anything in the last twelve hours?"

Connor nodded, "Yeah, I had some burgers for dinner and some eggs and toast... is that going to be a problem." The mare bounced her head in uncertainty.

"It depends, it's easier if you're intestines are empty so the drugs can spread out faster through your system. If not it just means it might take longer to process everything, so I'll have to keep you plugged longer... and you're most likely going to have empty your bowels and stuff when were finished." The mare explained before going to the cabinets to gather her supplies.

"Well I should be fine, I did kind of have an enema this morning." Connor added uncomfortably.

The mare glanced back at him, "Kind of?"

"I mated with someone who filled me with there piss." Connor shamefully admitted with a heavy breath, the nurse looked back at him with a raised brow, "Is this piss enema part of watersports?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Connor answered shyly rubbing the back of his head, glancing at Banavi who just smirked but said nothing; he was clearly enjoying Connor's discomfort.

"Well, that I guess would help. However, if your going to do something like that just make sure your friend is drinking enough fluids so his pee isn't filled with sodium; you don't want your gut to absorb too much. It could cause all kinds of medical problems, ok?"

"I'll remind him." Connor breathed with a heavy breath as a small table was rolled up along side the bed.

"I've got it Connor." Banavi mentioned quietly as the Mare started to ease Connor back on the bed and lift his ankles into the stirrups so his ass was completely exposed, and just ever so slightly hanging off the edge of the bed.

Connor cupped his groin just to retain what little dignity he had left, "Connor, you know it's ok. I've done this hundreds of times already, and I've already seen your dagger." The mare assured with a more pleasant tone as she smiled warmly, lubricating her right hand before circling the rectum to clean off the excess from her fingers; it was a little cold and the unpleasant difference made Connor cringe. He however quickly adjusted; keeping his hands firmly in place.

"Just so you know Connor, if you get an erection or get aroused while you take this suppository there is nothing wrong with you, it's a natural reaction and many males get hard during this procedure. So just relax, take a deep breath, and try not to strain yourself by watching. You're safe and I'll take this as slow as I can." The mare assured her voice kind and confident.

"I know, I should be pretty loose though." Connor exhaled as he leaned back and just looked at the ceiling clenching at the teasing pressure that eased inside him thick fingers pushing past the ring.

"You are, but lets just give you a moment to stretch your rectum so we don't cause any pinching." The nurse pressed in both tone and motion as she slowly drove her index finger down each joint and to the knuckle; it was so strange and foreign. It was one thing to be penetrated with a dick but a willing appendage was something else entirely; it didn't feel right or natural in any way; but it was still rather easy to adjust to the size.

But the silence of the room was digging into Connor and he just had to talk, "So... you never really told me your name." He noted looking at the mare between his legs who was so perfectly positioned that it looked like she might start pegging him at any second; feeding the tip of a faux cock into him while her left hand kept an assuring grip on his right knee.

"Shia Midden."

"Shia? That's a really nice name." Connor complimented making the Mare smile.

"Thank you,"

"So when you came to America did you ever think you'd be pushing medicine up a human's ass?" Connor inquired, the light eyed mare sighed, "No, not really; I had hoped I could be a Combat Healer, it's what I trained to be in the first place anyways."

"Well then why are you here?" Connor grunted, as a second finger teased his ass wider, Shia looked at him to see if she needed to stop, but getting no response from Connor she continued.

"Humans are weak and pathetic in strength; and you have so many diseases and sicknesses that can be cured with magic that we healers regardless of how talented we are, are needed to help take care off the back log of treatments..." Shia exhaled, "So regardless of training, I'm needed here, not on the battlefield." The mare appearing wounded as she looked down at his ass, her previous confidence faltered as her entire form slumped under the weight of unfulfilled dreams.

"Sorry..." Connor apologized knowing the familiar pain of not being able to live his life the way he wanted.

"It's not something you can fix Connor, and I was assigned this position by the Council of Seven. I will uphold the oath to serve and heal wherever I'm needed." Shia rebuffed as if her answer was a cure all for the pain, but if anything, the oath she recited was nothing more than an infected bandage that made her mood fall that much further.

"What's the element of your soul?" Connor questioned just to push the conversation down a different route.

"Dimen." Shia replied, only glancing up at Connor as she scissored her fingers to stretch him wider.

"There are a lot of Dimen healers... Can't qire mages heal too?"

"Not in the same way as us, Dimen mages focus on the structure of objects, so we heal the body, scars, bones, just about every injury a body can bear we can fix. Qire Magic, is best for quick response recovery, stemming blood flow, curing poisons and sicknesses and the like. There has been some magic in development back on Ecorein that focuses on cellular regeneration rather than the rebinding of matter that we dimen mages are accustomed to using. Thanks to American science, we've been able to develop new medical practices; and hopefully Qire mages can be used to cover up the back log of treatments so we Dimen mages can go where were needed." Shia explained with a bit of hope in her eyes as she smiled.

"That'd be cool, I'd love to learn how to use my magic to heal others." Connor grinned, he may not be a capable fighter but he'd love to help heal people if he could. Shia wearily nodded, "Well it's something to look out for then in the future."

"So other than being a dimen mage, what kind of fighting style do you use?" Connor asked, Shia blinked in surprise falling silent as she processed his query, but that quickly faded as she gained jarring confidence, standing tall and proud.

"I practice Yonmathu; you humans would best translate it as the Stance of Dragon Scales."

"That's rare, that's an Adestrian martial art." Banavi noted and Shia nodded.

"My master is an old Adestrian Lord, he took me in after my parents died, when my village was attacked by an Elemental." Shia answered with a nostalgia in her voice as she smiled and spread Connor with a tweak of her finger that pushed her knuckles right into his prostate, making him grunt in pleasure in pain, his member quickly jumping to life. "Sorry," Shia apologized, sliding her fingers out and leaving Connor feeling empty, and just the slightest bit needy as he felt like he needed something to fill him back up.

"I'm fine... but what is the Yonmathu style?" Connor asked more lustful for any kind of knowledge he could get on dragons, than his own bouncing erection.

At the very mention of the name, Banavi stirred in his seat in shock, ears and body perking up in confusion before jumping in to explain everything he knew to Connor, "Yonmathu is actually one of the handful of sacred royal Adestrian Martial arts. It is said that the Commander of the Army, Dascuna, developed it during the Blood War, but she never took credit. However, it's just a rumor that stuck and no has claimed its creation in order to not accidently insult her. But its a style that focuses on using the natural power of dragon scales, reinforcing them with magic and becoming an indestructible mountain... So how do you practice it? You don't have scales." Shia nodded, chuckling with approval her posture stiffening up with a pride, before looking down at Connor.

"Your owner is right," Shia agreed, smiling as she swamped the suppository with the lube in her right hand. "But I use a special heavy armor that's meant to replicate dragon scales. My master even allowed me to use his old molting as the underlay for the armor." Shia explained, stretching her shoulders to adjust to the weight of her own memories, and exhaled as if to relax from some kind of strain.

"Molt? Dragon's shed their skin?" Connor asked, struggling to figure out where to put his arms, because it didn't feel right to put them on his stomach, and leaving above his head felt just a little inappropriate given the situation... But he was about to be stuffed, so he wanted to get comfortable because with how big the suppository was it looked like he could be stuck for an awhile.

"Yes, and next to their scales, it makes some of the finest armor underlay in the world. Normally dragons use it to form nests for their hatchlings, so they normally don't offer it to others; but my master didn't have hatchlings or a mate, so he let me have it." Shia explained, her fingers flexed with an intense pressure as if to try and pop the joints, "it was hard to stich it all together, my hand was sore for weeks." Shia chuckled, "I think I had sprained my wrist it trying to push the needle through." Shia exhaled, a pleasant smile spreading across her thick equine lips as she rolled her wrist as if to ease an old pain. "You're pretty loose so I'm going to try and ease the suppository in now, once it's in I'm going to heal your sphincter, so it closes nice and tight, and locks it in."

"Yeah, ok... Thanks." Connor breathed, submitting himself to a middle ground as he propped one arm under his head and the other laying on his stomach, it probably still look way to flirtatious, but the moment the thick tip of the egg started to press in on his ass, Connor clenched his teeth not in pain, not yet at least but to stifle his moans and bear the pleasure in silence. He was maybe halfway, before he had to cover his eyes and breathe through his teeth like a rabid beast, the pain just starting to pinch his lower back as his member bounced with the building pressure, dripping softly onto his own balls.

Shia paused, and a curled finger pressed up against Connor's eggs, her thumb massaging the tender orbs, "It's ok if you get excited, it's just a natural reaction; if you want to polish you're puny dagger, go ahead." She offered, granting him permission while her thick fingernail lifted his growing erection, exposing how big her hand was, a black Amazonia Mincridarn with an index finger just maybe a centimeter shorter than his masculine pride.

"Are you sure it's ok?" Connor exhaled, his breath slow and drawn out, leaving him lightheaded and nervous as he completely wanted to obey his natural instincts but struggled to do so in the domain of an institution. "Are you ok with it ma'am?"

"I don't let any simple male polish themselves in front of me, it's ok." Shia approved with a smile and Connor looked towards his owner, who crossed his arms with a wicked sideways smirk, Banavi wasn't mad, he was enjoying the torturous mental dilemma. "Can I please masturbate sir?" Connor begged, and Banavi leaned back on his chair before waving his approval with simplest motion, "You can..."

Connor breathed in relief and wrapped his hands around his stiff shaft, and started to polish the rigid flesh, he exhaled in pleasure and relief and kept the motions slow so he didn't ruin the pressure that started to build as the suppository was laid inside his bowels.

"No cumming," Banavi added with the most sinister of smile, making Connor balk at his ruthlessness, and whine, as he struggled to stop touching himself. Connor was left with so much pleasure that his arm struggled to obey, and he whined through his teeth while Shia laughed, "How cruel." Shia praised as her knuckle pushed against Connor's balls making, him exhale and gasp. Connor's lower spine burned, as his senses left him, sweating he tried to resist the pressure of a building orgasm.

"Please..." Connor begged through teary eyes, feeling light headed with his exacerbated breaths.

"You've had enough fun and games yesterday, it's time you've saved yourself for your first day of work. Your client will want you horny, and be sure you obey, because they're the only people who'll have permission to let you cum." Banavi corrected as he flexed his wrists summoning familiar wires from pockets. The thin metal whirred out of the spindles and wrapped around Connor's wrist and dragged his hand away from his groin, and tied it to his neck, along with the other, leaving him exposed to a second wire that wrapped around his shaft. The cold metal slithering around his loins like a serpentine tongue of an artic snake. The thermal difference burned, and his erection pulsed, begging for the orgasm he was tortured with as the biggest round of the egg pushed inside.

Connor would have screamed in pleasure, as the eggs settled against his prostate, his hips bucking up into the metal thread that slackened to prevent the release. His body clenched up like his raging erection, he drooled lightly at the lips, and finally swallowed as his hips sunk back into the paper protected padding. Shia stroked his thighs with her knuckles as if he was some kind of feral animal, to help Connor relax as he came down from the precipice of his climax. His member was so stifled that even a hard breath might set him off, but no such luck lingered for long enough, as Shia circled her finger around the rectum to tie it shut with magic, leaving only the pressure of the egg behind in his gut.

"That was monstrous Banavi." Shia only approved with a smile as she snapped off her gloves to throw them out along with the rest of the trash on the tray.

Banavi just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk, "I try."

"Fuck you..." Connor panted through constricted wire as his collar was tightened to punish his vulgar words; however he couldn't stop himself from smiling, and he didn't dare say anything because he didn't have the air to do so, other than breathe.

"How rude, to talk to your owner with such disrespect after they let you play with your... their property." Shia mocked as she eased Connor out of the stirrups.

"Would you like to punish Connor?" Banavi asked as he flexed the wire around Connors groin and wrapped it around his ankles, pulling them up and back to expose his ass.

"Sir?" Connor protested through a gasp that only tightened his collar.

"I would love too, just let me get a glove so I don't get any lube on my hand." Shia agreed as she pulled out only a single glove and snapped it down onto her wrist, theatrically practiced, her actions framed by his shins and thighs. "How many lashings?" Shia asked as she tore off the excess paper from the bed and flicked it in the air, the paper shimmering with green energy as it stiffened and folded itself up into a riding crop.

"Oh... Let me just adjust him for you." Banavi approved with the softest excitement in his voice as he rolled his threads and turned Connor over onto his stomach and tied Connor's knees to the bench. Shia groped Connor's right cheek, "Nice ass." She smacked, making Connor grind his teeth from the shock, "Thank you ma'am." He barely pushed out because of Banavi's training, the formality coming out with a praiseworthy ease.

"It's been awhile since I've been in charge like this, it feels good to see such a beautiful tail end exposed so obediently." Shia breathed with a snap in the air as the ridding crop struck her exposed palm. "Give him four, give him some welts so he doesn't forget that he doesn't have the right to speak so freely."

"Of course." Shia snorted rolling her shoulders before whipping Connor with a speed that left him gasping, his body racked with so much pain he couldn't bring himself to scream, two in barely single second. His ass burned in the delay and he broke down into tears, and wailed as the third blow came a moment later, and the fourth left his legs feeling weak. Shia's hand rubbed the right cheek, while her thumb exposed the red welt that pushed Connor further up on the medical bed trying to escape the pressure and pain. She twirled the riding crop on her left shoulder and stared at Connor's ass as if was a piece of art she was personally proud off.

"Still got it." She laughed confidently as she smacked Connor's hip to reassure him, "With out fur you can really see everything, Mincridarins are going to love spanking you."

"Thank you." Connor whimpered looking back at Shia, who leaned forward, her entire body dwarfing his back, her breasts pressing against his shoulders, her proximity leaving Connor feeling stifled because of the heat that radiated off her chest. While her braided mane danced over his skin, as her left hand gripped his waist to keep him steady, with her right she braced herself with Connor's right shoulder, pressing it down with her dominating right. Shia's muzzle breathed down his neck as she sniffed at his scent, before placing the softest kiss on the rib of his ear. "I'm going to pleasure myself tonight thinking about you."

"Really?" Connor asked in a disorienting shock, he was both disturbed and proud of the idea.

"Of course, I'd love tanning that precious canvas on your ass; painting it red with your pain." Shia smiled, her happiness marking his neck before she pulled away. The pressure subsiding as she lifted Connor up and pushed him up on the bed, rolling Connor on to his side to expose his ass to Banavi, who laughed behind his hand. "Those are perfect, let me take a picture." Banavi asked, and Connor stirred to see what he was talking about, but the metal wire collar kept him facing the other way.

The sound of a shutter clicking came from Banavi's phone and then a second time as Shia took a picture with a smile, "The nurses are going to love seeing this." Shia explained with a laugh, before patting Connor's hip, "Thanks for letting me use you, I really needed it."

"It's ok, you're welcome." Connor nodded, breathing with a bit more freedom as he propped himself up on his shoulder, the metal wires disappearing back under Banavi's clothes.

"You know, Connor is going to work at the Cavern, so if you want to spend some time with him you can always ask for him there." Banavi interrupted catching the mare's gaze, "Really?!" Shia beamed, looking between the too of them, "Maybe I'll come downstairs and we can play some more. I'd love to stuff your ass with more than a suppository next time."

"I've got a pretty big list, you'll have to sign up soon." Connor added as he twisted his ass on to the padding with a wincing pain before sitting on his welts and crossing his legs. "Then I'll go right over once my shift is done." Shia promised, tickling Connor's chin with her fingers, something he had to pull away from even though he liked the sensations as it was just a little to much for him to bare.

"I can't wait to see you again Shia." Connor grinned as he heard the snap of a glove and watched as it flung to the trash can and fall inside. "I'm not leaving yet stud, I have to make sure the suppository dissolves properly and fill out my paperwork, we have about an hour or so, so just relax, and roll over on to all fours like a female waiting to be bred, you want the liquids to sink into your gut." Shia countered twirling her finger around with a laugh as she sat down in her rolling chair as Connor obeyed, propping up his ass, while watching Shia go back to work between his legs and his Master's approval disappear slowly as he looked down at his phone, texting with someone quietly as he waited.

"Can someone at least give me my phone... Please?" Connor whined when the silence and the position was too much to bear. Shia wheeled it over with clicks of her hooves, before patting his back with a smile, "here stud." Connor liked the title, and smiled when he heard it, it wasn't as degrading as a hundred other things she possibly could have said.

"Thanks Shia." Connor accepted as he started a text chain with Bolt, so he could set up a meeting with her and Shia to solve the stalker problem once and for all.