Vetanon - Part 02

Vet Anon

part 2 <routine checkup>

 

 

> My name is Anon.  It is day 390 in Equestria.  

> I am the personal physician of a magical unicorn named Twilight Sparkle,

> as demanded by her...king...one Lord Sombra of the Crystal Empire.  

>

> The birth had been...well...

> Normal.

> Very normal, considering the size of the offspring.  

> But Lord Sombra had wanted an heir.  

> And he had been so sure that his princess Twilight would have

> somehow bent her womb to his wishes that he didn't consider the fact

> that a filly...a young mare...had been born in its stead.

>

> Anger.  I remember only the anger of that day.

> The seething, hateful rage, as if I had somehow been the instrument

> to decide the sex of his unborn foal.

>

> Twilight had been so glad...so happy that it had been female.  

> The cold in her had turned off...at least for those few minutes...

> and while Lord Sombra raged and scowled at the sky, she had snuggled

> and loved and hugged and cared for the little yawning bundle of

> unicorn in her hooves like a human woman giving birth to her daughter.

>

> Who was I to judge?  I had given birth to two daughters and one son as

> an EMT.  All in the back of a moving vehicle.  Who was I to judge?

>

> The Lord Sombra had given me an apartment.  Teleported my truck and its equipment down into the bowels of whateve castle he lay seige to.  

> I haven't seen the sky in 390 days...I see only this goddamn crystal.  Crystal everywhere.  Crystal floors, crystals walls, crystal ceiling.  You'd think magical unicorns would vie more for grass and rolling hills, but apparently...

>

> "Anon...."

>

> She comes to me as always.  I am her one confidant.  Her one allowed contact.  Her friend.  

 

"Hey.  Twilight.  How are you feeling?"

 

> I can feel her smile even before I see her in the shadows of my bedchamber.  

> "Thank you...for helping Starshimmer.  She's ever so clumsy with her salt-lick."

> Starshimmer, of course...her daughter that she treated like a next-door neighbours child.  

> Twilight would never disown her outright...no...she was too kind.  But the moment

> that strange, angry mare took breath, it was certain she was more of her father

> than her mother.  She was grey, and wild-eyed, and angry.  She nipped at me when

> I tried to do a round of vitals-

>

> "He came to me, last night..." Twilight whispered softly.

>

> Of course he did, you silly mare.  Of course he did.  He's been fucking you

> senseless for the last three weeks...it's only now that you are fertile

> enough to give his bastard seed some purchase.

       

"Oh.  Well then,"

 

> I say, remembering the echo of the cries.  The rhythmic pounding.  The shouts

> of his climax...the pretend murmuring of hers.  Anything to get him to finish

> but...of course...this time had been successful.

>

> "The..."

> She stops herself.  

> "My Lord Sombra wishes to give you another chance," she explains

> simply.  "A colt...a healthy heir, and you may be free of your

> obligation."

>

> I look at Twilight and frown.

       

"And what happens to you when I'm gone?  When he's got what he wants?"

 

> She smiles...because of course he is watching...always watching.

> "Oh, well, of course I will be revered in his Kingdom.  Of course."

 

"Yeah...of course..."

 

> Her plastic features turn back into the ones I know are real...

> the ones I've seen on crack-whores and mixed up teenagers giving

> birth in the back of a traffic-jammed Ford Econoline converted

> Ambulance.

>

> "Anon...thank you...on behalf of my Lord."

>

> I smile. It can be the only response.

> Because if the Lord Sombra wants a child...a son...a colt...

> I know that Twilight wants me to stop it.  Needs me to stop it.

>

> More than that...

 

"Any.  Time." I grin at the purple unicorn in front of me.  "Any ol' time."

 

> This fucker is evil.  I will not let him have an heir.  

>

> Never.

>

> Now...

> Now the plot begins.  

>

> You'd think that the time moves by quickly, but it doesn't.  

>

> I exorcize.  I pull the bags out of my truck and use them as weights.

> I learn.  I brush up on the equine body and sex tracts.  Having horse-fucking books in my profession is a positive rather than a curse.

> And most of all, try not to think of that purple unicorn.

> The one who...when I first met her...thought I was nothing but another tool, another ploy in her 'husband's plans.

> And then I handed her her daughter.  Her precious little Starshimmer.  

> And all of the anger...the hate...the uncertainty...it went away when she knew I was only there to help.

> And she had thanked me.  Thanked me even as she turned to face her 'husband' with a mare child who would mean no more to him than the dust on top of the crystal floor he trod upon.

>

> I lay awake tonight.  Wondering what will happen tomorrow...the next day...the next few weeks.

> Lord Sombra is fucking Twilight.  Hard.  He is angry about something and she always takes the brunt of the punishment.  I can hear ever bang, every creek of the bed they use...every growl and fake moan.

> Lord Sombra is fucking Twilight Sparkle, and tomorrow I'll have to reach inside her and tell her that her next child is healthy.

 

"Lord Sombra..." I announce.

 

> He looks over at me with mild disdain.  I am barely a necessary evil in his mind.  Dexterity where his wife's horn must be muted with power.  

>

> "Crystals..."

>

> I nod patiently, knowing that his speech is unable to grasp anything other than that damn word.  

 

"Sire...there seems to be a problem."

 

> Suddenly his attention and the attention of his wife's eyes are upon me.  

> "CRYSTALS!"

>

> I turn to Twilight and nod.  

 

"I'm afraid that the foal is weak.  He needs special attention."

 

> A whirlwind from his horn picks me up and brings me to his snout.  

> "CRrrrrrrystals...."

 

"I can save him." I promise.  "If...if you let me have full control."

 

> Lord Sombra's eyes narrow at me.  He looks me up and down, sizing me as an opponent...or maybe for a coffin.  

> "crr...istals....s?"

 

"I'll do my best to give you the strongest, most fitting heir," I say seriously, focusing entirely on the word 'fitting' while he is more likely thinking 'strongest'.

 

> "Crrr...ysttttaalllllls..." he murmurs in approval, and the light caging and judging me lets me drop to the ground.  

 

> The idea that his offsping could be week seems to be the wrong tactic to try versus this tyrant.  He swiftly brings Twilight before him, tendrils of angry black/purple/red light swirrling around her and choking her.  

 

"It's because you keep grabbing her by the neck!" I shout, finally having some sanity...some logial purchase in this fuckin' land of unicorns and magic.  "Do you want an heir?"

 

> "Crrryyysssta-"

       

"THEN STOP STRANGLING HER!" I rage, arms outstretched.  

 

>Lord Sombra and Twilight both look at me...gazing at me...though I suspect for entirely different reasons.  The magic around the purple unicorn's neck slowly fades and drops her back at my side.  She coughs and gasps and makes sounds that are entirely too horrible for me to witness outside of a concentration camp or torture cell.

> "Crrrrrrystals........"

> The lord announces, and disapears in a puff of black smoke.

>

> I go to Twilight and help her up.  The magical strangle-hold is gone, but when she turns to me I can see the emotional one is still well in effect.

>

> "My Lord Sombra orders you to effect a proper colt-birth from my womb.  This is our...your last chance."