Turns out I was using the word laceration wrong, and puncture wounds aren’t quite what I thought they were. This inconsistency is caused by ignorance on my part, and is not relevant to the story.

>You wake up on the floor with a headache and covered in blood.
>Terrible night or wild party?
>Either way, this isn’t really good.
>You need a shower and fresh clothes.
>You sit up slowly, eyes complaining about the bright light.
>And you see your patient, not yet transferred into the right bed.
>And Rarity, slumped up against the wall.
>Asleep.
>Right, that whole shitshow.
>You take a moment to check on Twilight’s readings.
>Everything looks normal.
>Gives you time for a shower, at least.
>But you can’t really leave to get less bloody clothing.
>She still needs you nearby.
>Besides, it’s probably not safe for you to leave the clinic.
>A quick shower later, you put on your clothing save for the labcoat.
>That takes care of most of the blood.
>You briefly consider cleaning up the entryway, but decide against it.
>It’s probably going to be considered evidence.
>Which is great, because that means somepony else will clean it for you.
>Time to check in on Rarity.
>When you enter the room she’s still asleep.
>You need to talk to her.
>You try to wake her up gently.
“We need to talk.”
>”Hm? Oh. OH! Twilight!”
“Still breathing. I’m probably going to need your help keeping her that way.”
>”Of course! What must I do?”
“She needs constant monitoring. She’s hemostatic, err, she’s not bleeding anymore, but that doesn’t mean she’s in good shape. Hear that rhythmic beeping?”
>”Yes, actually. It’s rather irritating.”
“By design.”
>”Why would one design something to be annoying?”
“Because that way it’s harder to ignore. We stop paying attention to that beep, and she could die in minutes.”
>”Truly? What exactly is it, that it’s so important?”
“Her heart. Or a representation of it, at least.”
>”Her HEART? Are you certain?”
>You were pretty sure, yes.
>”But it’s so slow!”
“She’s been very seriously wounded. And the operation could have gone a lot better, I’m sad to say.”
>”There must be something we can do to help!”
“There is. Ultimately it’ll be up to her, but there are things we can do to help her chances. Can I trust you to help me with it?”
>”But of course! I cannot bear to think of what might happen should I refuse!”
”Alright. I need you to do everything exactly right though. And in my experience, it’s much easier to learn the how if you know the why. There are a few different things that can cause sickness, but the catch all term is pathogen. When enough pathogens get into your body you get sick until your body can get rid of them. When too many of them get into you at once, you die.”
>”How is that relevant?”
“Well, the first and best defence you have against pathogens is your skin. When that gets damaged, all sorts of things can get in and cause problems. Ever notice how when you get cut it gets all red and swollen after a while? That’s because a bunch of pathogens got under the skin, and your body hasn’t managed to clean up quite yet.”
>”Is that why bandages help wounds heal? Because they fill the role of the skin and prevent anything further from getting in?”
“That’s a very big part of it, yes. It’s important to clean and cover wounds right away to keep the number of pathogens to a minimum. When pathogens get inside your body through any means, we call it an infection. If they’re concentrated in one area like with a cut it’s a localized infection, but if they spread out it’s disseminated or systemic. The body looks for certain markers on everything inside it, we call these markers antigens. If it spots an antigen that isn’t its own, it tries to destroy whatever it’s attached to, thus clearing out the infection. So Twiggy’s skin has been damaged very heavily. What does that mean?”
>”She is likely to have an infection.”
“Likely is a huge understatement, but yes. And because there is so much damage to her skin, her body’s going to be strained really hard to fight all of the infections at once. But I’m afraid it gets a bit worse than that. She lost a lot of blood. Blood has antigens too, so if your body sees any blood that isn’t yours it attacks like it was a pathogen. If you can get blood that’s similar enough, you can trick the body into accepting it and everything’s okay. I used to have a small stockpile of blood, sorted by the different things your body looks for so I could get around that problem, but…”
>She looks away from you.
“Your blood has antigen A and Twiggy’s has antigen B. If I gave her your blood it would have killed her. Mine, though, has no antigen. So even though I’m a human and she’s a pony, it was a better match than yours. But just because there was no antigen doesn’t mean it’s all okay. Your blood moves materials through your body, oxygen from the air, glucose from your food, and all sorts of other things. My blood is really good at carrying exactly what a human needs. Not so much what a pony needs.”
>”So it’s like replacing a custom tailored dress with a pret a porter number that’s a few sizes too small.”
“Something like that. But there’s another problem. My blood doesn’t know it’s inside her, and now it’s seeing her antigens and noticing they’re not me. My blood is attacking her. Not as badly as yours would, but it is. So now her body’s being stressed by the infections, AND the blood transfusion. But then, A and B antigens aren’t the only markers in blood that your body looks for. It won’t be as fast as if we’d used your blood, but her body will notice that mine doesn’t belong and wipe it out. We need to stop that from happening until she’s made more of her own to replace it, so I gave her a drug to make the body worse at noticing antigens. Can you tell me what the problem is with that?”
>She stared at Twilight for a while.
>What she was thinking, you hadn’t a clue.
>Was it mere worry?
>Perhaps something closer to guilt?
>Maybe she was just wishing for her more learned friend’s help in this pop quiz.
“I’ll give you a hint. It’s related to all the cuts.”
>”Oh. OH! If her body can’t find antigens, it won’t notice the pathogens!”
“Exactly. The infection will be almost unopposed at first, so it’ll be really entrenched by the time she starts fighting back. We’ve got drugs that will help her do that, but she’s still at a disadvantage.”
>She’s starting to tear up a bit.
>Now you feel like a jerk.
>But sadly, this is all true.
“And then since some of the wounds were so deep, the pathogens will be really far into her body. Her heart was exposed for a fair while, and while I tried to keep it as clean as possible there’s always going to be SOME pathogens. And then since I was in such a hurry I had to cut a few corners, which will have made the risks worse. If I’d had enough blood lying around to do a full transfusion I could have been a bit more careful, but…”
>Her lip is trembling.
“One of her arteries, uhh, the tubes that move your blood around your body, was broken by the spear. To keep her from bleeding to death I had to stitch it back together.”
>”Stitch? Like sewing?”
“You saw me do that earlier.”
>”I had no idea you’d done it to her insides too!”
“Well, I did. One of the corners I had to cut was that I went in without properly preparing. Lots of pathogens would have gotten in then. I also had to get past her ribs in a hurry, and wound up breaking one.”
>Rarity winced.
“And then since I was in such a hurry, the actual stitches were pretty sloppy. If they come apart before she’s healed up I’ll have to go back in and do it again. But then it’ll be really hard because the holes and tears from the previous ones will make her artery fragile, like the silk you were saying you couldn’t embroider more than once.”
>”Might not be able to, not couldn’t.”
“Whatever. The point is that those sloppy stitches could kill her down the road. It’ll be a fair while before we know.”
>”How long?”
“A week, maybe? They’ll dissolve on their own over about a month, so if they hold long enough for her to heal decently I won’t need to go back in. Having to go and correct those stitches while she’s in this condition is dangerous, but if it ruptures we’ll have no choice. But there might be a bit more damage than that. When an artery is severed like that, you have to put a clamp on it when you stitch it together. Her lower body was completely without blood flow for quite a while, almost like her heart stopped but only for her hind quarters. We won’t know for a while how bad it was, but damage is likely.”
>”What kind?”
“Hard to say. If she wasn’t out of oxygen for very long, muscle degradation. She’ll be weak as a kitten for a long time. Might take years to recover. Next is nerve damage. She could lose sensation or control of parts of her body, maybe even partial paralysis. If she’s really unlucky, kidney failure. That’s so bad I don’t even know what it would do, she’d need to see a renal specialist. Not long ago she’d have five years to live at best, even with all the medical support in the world. These days? Well, nobody knows yet. Hopefully it’s a mostly normal life, but there are plenty of things that could go wrong. The new methods aren’t old enough for us to know how they turn out.”
>Rarity started to openly cry.
>You sit next to her, and hold her close.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen. That's the absolute worst case scenario, I’ve done lots of emergency surgeries and never run into that. I can’t promise everything will be okay, but her chances aren’t bad. And we’re going to do everything we can to make them even better, right?”
>She sniffles a bit, then nods.
“Do you know which one is the puncture wound?”
>”The one on her chest?”
“No. Common mistake, but that’s a penetrating wound, it’s a puncture if the thing that caused the wound stays inside. The puncture was the one with the glass. She had one puncture wound on the back. Two penetrating wounds on her chest.”
>”Does the name really matter?”
“Yes. They need to be treated differently, and ambiguity can make that hard. The puncture wound is the one that had the glass sticking out of it. That’s going to get really badly infected, and it’ll ooze pus as a result. That bandage needs to be changed every day, making sure to be gentle so as not to bump the wound. If it starts bleeding we need to apply pressure until it stops, otherwise we need to wash it out with sterile water and spray an antiseptic on it.”
>“Antiseptic? Sterile?”
“Oh, my mistake. An antiseptic is a substance designed to clean a wound of pathogens, and sterile means that all the pathogens in it have been destroyed. We’re physically removing pathogens with this process to help her out. We’ll do that for the incisions too, that’s all the cuts. The penetrating wounds, though, are trickier. A big chunk of skin has been lost since the spear was so much thicker. I stitched them a bit to narrow the wound, but you generally don’t close penetrating wounds since they need to be treated, and you’d have to keep opening them up.”
>Plus they drain better that way.
“With these we pack them with sterile material. We do this to absorb pus for when we change them, to occupy space so nothing can get in, and to keep everything where it belongs. Penetrating wounds heal slowly, we’re probably going to have to treat the big one for a month or more.”
>”This is all my fault.”
“Some of it, yeah. Not ALL of it. You’re not the one who stabbed her.”
>“I suppose. I simply can’t understand why anyone would do that to her, though! She’s such a nice pony.”
“Yeah, I don’t get it either. But someone’s been on a rampage lately.”
>”Why, I had forgotten about that! You said somepony had been poisoned?”
“Yeah.”
>Can’t hide the fact that her friends are here any longer.
>Might as well cache in on it.
“Hyperactive pink pony. It was a close one, too. Someone must have really wanted her dead.”
>”Hyperactive pink? It couldn’t be… who was the other one?”
“Butter yellow pegasus with a pastel pink mane. Real quiet, meek girl.”
>“With butterflies for a cutie mark?”
”Yeah, actually. How did you know?”
>”And this pink one. Did she perchance have balloons for her mark?”
“That’s the one. Any clue why someone would have it in for them?”
>”Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. I can understand wishing Pinkie harm during her four in the morning singalongs, but why would anypony wish to harm Fluttershy?”
“As you pointed out, that one might have been an accident. It’s too different from the other two attacks. I mean, someone was trying to mess with her, maybe scare her away. But a nasty fall from a pegasus is much more survivable than poisonings and stabbings. She would have had some lasting damage without intervention, but she’d have probably survived.”
>”Which of these attacks came first?”
“The fall.”
>”So they’ve grown more brazen.”
>Yeah.
>She was right.
>Where does one escalate from stabbings though?
>Decapitation?
“I know you’re from Equestria, but maybe you can answer a question. Are broad tipped spears standard issue?”
>”Broad tipped?”
“Near the end of the operation when I was starting to calm down and had gotten used to the blood loss, I noticed that the piercing wounds weren’t right. I thought the military here used a small headed spear, something good for punching through thick hide. That’s not the kind of wound I saw. It left a wide enough hole that stitches were needed to narrow it, and it completely severed the artery. Almost impossible to do with just a point, unless your aim is freakishly good. I haven’t actually looked at it yet, but I bet that thing has a wide tip.”
>You’ve seen more stab wounds than most people your age.
>Had you not seen the weapon in the first place, you might have thought it was a dagger or chef’s knife.
>It wasn’t a standard issue spear, you’re sure of it.
“What does the royal guard usually do? Aside from ceremonies.”
>”Very little. Equestria is a rather peaceful place, free from most strife. We’ve not had any major armed conflict in centuries.”
>The Empire was far more militant than Equestria.
>They had recent memories of subjugation, and their leader was a military stallion.
>These ponies did not wish to be vulnerable ever again.
>Weapons were commonplace, even by human standards. 
>But even so, surely there had to be some means of tracking where they came from.
>Some serial number, a maker’s mark, SOMETHING.
>You hear noise near the front.
>Hopefully it’s good news.
“I’ll go check it out. You stay here and keep an eye on her. Scream if that beeping stops.”
>You skulk out to the front, furtively checking around the corners to see who’s there.
>It’s just the prince.
>He’s staring at the broken glass and blood with a bizarre mixture of shock and rage.
>”What the hay is going on here?”
“Before we start, she’s alive.”
>”There was another attack? Who?”
>He wasn’t going to like this.
“Before I tell you, I need you to promise you won’t freak out.”
>He stomps on the ground angrily.
>”Tell me, damn it!”
>He was going to freak out, wasn’t he?
>You can’t think of any way to be gentle about this.
>Best rip off the bandage.
“It’s your sister.”
>He blanches.
>An impressive feat for somepony so white.
>He pushes past you and runs to the recovery room.
>You can hear a gasp, followed by guttural growling.
>You can’t lie to him.
>He needs to know the truth.
>But perhaps you can package it in a nice way.
“I’ve had patients recover from worse. It’s not good, but it’s not as bad as you think.”
>”Is she going to be okay?”
“With a little luck.”
>”When will she wake up?”
>This is where things get awkward.
“Well, I’m not really sure. Might be tomorrow. Might not be for weeks.”
>You can’t bear to look him in the eyes for this next part.
>You choose to stare at his hooves instead.
“Maybe never.”
>Neither he nor Rarity took that well.
“The lack of usable blood put a huge strain on her system. It’s going to cause problems, we just don’t know how it’ll manifest yet.”
>Shining Armor didn’t react quite like you’d expected.
>”Hooves behind your back, Rarity. I’m taking you in.”
>”What?”
>”You’re under arrest for… I DON’T KNOW WHAT FOR!”
>He tackled Rarity.
>You try in vain to pull him off.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
>”This… this BITCH sabotaged a hospital!”
>You were aware.
>”She’s going down!”
“What are you going to do, lock her up? That’s already happened.”
>He growls a little.
“Yes. What she did was terminally stupid. But it’s my fault too for letting it happen.”
>”She’s a criminal!”
“She’s my responsibility.”
>”Somepony needs to pay for this!”
“Then let it be me!”
>”Damn it, man!”
>He releases Rarity and looks you in the eye.
>”So what, she can just endanger my sister and walk away scott free?”
“No. She’s not going to rot in your dungeon, but she’s also not just going to walk. What’s going to happen is Rarara will punish herself.”
>”I’ll do what?”
“Would you rather get locked up forever?”
>”I shall punish myself posthaste! What must I do?”
>Uhh…
“I dunno. You tell me. I’m heading to my office, in the meantime you tell the prince all about the operation.”
>”But why me? Should it not be the expert?”
“Think of it as a pop quiz. Besides, I’m sick of being the bearer of bad news.”
>You head to your office and pick up your laptop.
>He’s going to want to see the footage.
>Hell, you want to see it.
>You take your time about it, relishing the chance to decompress a bit.
>Things have been too hectic lately.
>You’re used to operating on stabbed patients.
>You’re not used to being part of the investigation.
>And you’re also not used to working with so many handicaps.
>But you can’t avoid returning forever.
>On your way back to recovery you hear something.
>Something angry.
>”You have no right to order me about, mister so called prince! Twilight is my dear friend!”
>”I’ve every right. This is an ongoing investigation!”
>”What good could prying me away from her possibly do for your investigation?”
>”I can’t let important information leak, otherwise I can’t protect her!”
>”Protect her? Well! It’s a mighty fine job you’re doing!”
“Stop it, you two.”
>You enter the room to find Rarity and Shining Armor glaring angrily at each other.
“We’re all on the same side here. There’s no reason to fight.”
>They both turn away from each other, looking a little embarrassed.
“If you wanted to talk to me in private you could have just said so. But the girl knows pretty much everything that happened anyway.”
“What took you so long to get here? I called for help hours ago!”
>”Cadence left your pager on the nightstand.”
“Seriously? I mean, I know she’s kinda ditzy but I thought she’d be able to take this seriously! Your sister almost DIED!”
>”It’s not her fault!”
>You raise an eyebrow.
>”There was another attack.”
>Shit.
>”Applejack.”
“Who?”
>”Blonde country girl.”
>That’s not good.
>You liked her.
“Is it serious?”
>”Pretty heavy bruising around the face.”
“I’d better go look at her.”
>”Not that severely. And it’s not her.”
“Eh? She looked like a her. Or he, I suppose. Hay, girl. Were you aware that she’s a he?”
>”I had no clue!”
>”No, that’s not what I meant! Applejack’s a she. I think. It’s just that she’s not the one who’s hurt.”
“Oh. Good, I suppose. Pretty lame attack though, how did that have you tied up for so long?”
>”Well, she made a huge noise after beating them off.”
>You suppress a snicker.
>”So we tried to lock down the palace and catch them.”
“And?”
>”Didn’t work. From what I understand- ugh.”
>Rarity looks as confused as you feel.
>”You understand ugh?”
>”I probably shouldn’t say this, but I suppose there’s no point. The guilty party knows we know by now, I’m sure of it. Applejack accused the cook of knowingly poisoning Pinkie. Looks like she was onto something, a scuffle ensued, he got her by the neck. She kicked him in the dick.”
>You flinch in pain at the thought.
>”Got a few good hits in, then he managed to get away. We closed down all the exits and swept the place, but can’t find him. Then Cadence noticed the message you’d sent and I came here.”
“That doesn’t seem to add up though. If she was being choked it would be really hard to fight back properly. And if she’s hurt them that bad it would be really hard to run. Are you sure Applejuice is telling the truth?”
>”Yes.”
>”Yes.”
“Oh. Alright then. This is bad though.”
>”Ya think?”
“This proves there’s more than one of them.”
>”More than one? We’re up to… let’s see. All the major suspects so far have alibis for Fluttershy. The cook wasn’t a unicorn so he didn’t do it. The pony who tried to break into your stuff didn’t have palace access.”
>You see where he’s going with this.
>You show start replaying the security footage and show it to him.
“Pegasus.”
>”Didn’t attack Fluttershy. Not the chef, not the thief. And the two Equestrian guards who questioned you appear to have been in on it, and they can be proven not to be any of the attackers. We’re up to SIX ponies.”
>Six ponies MINIMUM.
>All of whom were evading capture. 
>”Hay, that spear isn’t standard issue.”
“Called it!”
>”But more importantly, the perp is wounded.”
>Oh.
>Yeah, that was true.
>Somehow you’d missed that.
>No way you’re going to say so, though.
>”Thank you, Twilight. This is a huge lead. Anon! I need you to tell me if anypony comes in with a sliced up butt or a smashed dick!”
“That’s a violation of the WHOs code of ethics.”
>”SERIOUSLY? You’re not going to help with MULTIPLE attempted murders?”
“Nope. Patients need to be able to seek the treatment they need without fear. IF, and this is just a hypothetical, but IF somepony who HADN’T taken that oath happened to be around, and they just happened to tell you?”
>You look at Rarity.
>”This seems a tad pointless, does it not? For what reason could MY informing him POSSIBLY be different than if YOU were to do it?”
“Would you feel comfortable telling everyone your client’s measurements?”
>”I understand completely.”
“Before you run off, mind moving your sister onto the bed? I’m scared I’ll drop her.”
>”Yeah, you are pretty weak.”
>He effortlessly levitates her onto the bed.
“Pardon?”
>”Hard to blame you I suppose. Gotta be tough finding time to work out when you’re tied to this place. Still, some crunches couldn’t hurt.”
“I MEANT because of the blood loss!”
>”Oh.”
“What was all that about crunches?”
>”Well, it’s just that, err…”
>You raise an eyebrow.
>”You wouldn’t pass the physical standards for a grade one teacher?”
>You’re now aware that you have no clue how to treat wounded pride.
“I’m not a pony! This is perfectly reasonable for human standards!”
>”Is it?”
“Is this really what we should be talking about right now? There’s a stabber on the loose!”
>”Right! Keep an eye on her! Anypony tries to her her, shoot them!”
>He runs out the door.
>You yell after him.
“SHOOT WITH WHAT?”
>A few seconds later he runs back in and drops a pistol on the ground.
>You pick it up just in case Rarity gets any ideas.
>You don’t think she’d do it, but recent events have proven that you never know.
“I’m not in THAT bad of shape.”
>”You protected me.”
>You were aware.
>”After I did such a horrible thing, you saw fit to protect me.”
“I’m not going to just stand by while you’re in trouble.”
>”That’s a relief. I must confess he’s quite fearsome when angered.”
“Yeah. He is.”
>You rub your sore lip.
“We need to think of a punishment that’ll satisfy the prince. I have a feeling he’ll check in on that.”
>”Why, yes. I suppose he will.”
“Don’t worry too much though. He won’t lay a hoof on you. He owes me BIG.”
>”Thank you. What might I do to repay you?”
>This was a golden opportunity.
>”Do you wish to, ahem, partake?”
“That’s more of a reward for YOU than it is for me. Besides, I don’t think I can perform right now. But I think we can arrange something.”

>This might be a good opportunity to get some conditioning done.
>She genuinely does seem to be a submissive.
>You just need to reinforce the link between that pleasure and doing what she’s told.
>And you’re very well situated to do that.
“Alright. I know what I want. If I’m going to let you be near your friend, I need to know you’ll do EXACTLY what I tell you, and without question. Hopefully everything will be fine, but if something goes wrong I need to know I can trust you.”
>”I understand.”
“No, you don’t. I’m not just trusting you with her wellbeing, I’m trusting you with mine. The prince is itching for a fight, and I said your screw up was my fault. If you do ANYTHING that jeopardizes her health, I’m going to get it. Even if she winds up being totally fine, the slightest screwup could put be in shackles.”
>She chews on her lip for a bit.
“I’m placing a huge amount of trust in you just by letting you be here, and recent history suggests you don’t deserve it. You’re going to prove you can be trusted.”
>”And what must I do?”
“Lie down and roll over.”
>”WELL! I-”
“Out.”
>”But-”
“Out.”
>She lets out a long suffering sigh.
>”Very well, if such is the price of accompanying Twilight.”
“It was your idea.”
>”It was not!”
“You said you wanted to thank me. Is rolling over really so much more to ask than fucking?”
>”But-”
“Oh, I get it. You just wanted to have a go, and you were using this all as an excuse.”
>She turns so red you’re surprised her nose doesn’t start to bleed.
>You reach into your pocket.
>Wait, no. That’s the one with your pager.
>You reach into your OTHER pocket and find the RF emitter.
>Rarity lies down on the ground and rolls on her back.
>You nudge activate her clitoral implant as subtly as you can manage.
>No reaction yet.
>You’ll have to start making notes to chart her progress.
>Maybe not right now.
>You’ll refrain from pushing your luck.
“On your hooves. Bow. Good.”
>You reach out and scratch her behind the ears.
>She pulls away almost immediately.
>One minute she wants you to rut her, the next you aren’t allowed to scratch her ears.
>Poor thing’s confused.
>That’s partly your fault.
>Her whole world’s been turned upside down, her friends are in danger, and her captor and savior are one.
>You need to offer guidance.
>Some kind of certainty.
“You’re my mare.”
>”Pardon?”
“You’re my mare. And I take good care of what’s mine. Look me in the eye and say it.”
>She looks over your shoulder.
>”I-”
“No. In the eye.”
>She takes her time about meeting your gaze.
>Once you’re satisfied she’s looking in the right place, you nudge the stimulator up a tiny bit.
“You’re mine.”
>”And you, mine.”
>Ugh.
>Close enough.
>For now.
“Turn around and present.”
>You can see her nibbling on her lower lip.
>She moves far too slowly.
>Were you the slightest bit more confident in your control, you’d scold her for dallying.
>But she hasn’t surrendered to you quite yet.
>When she finally turns around you see her tail is flagging.
>You hadn’t noticed her move it.
>It must have already been up.
>You reach out and firmly grasp her pussy in your hand.
>Rarity offers a shocked cry.
>You can feel the muscles rippling, reacting to your touch and demanding more.
“This is mine.”
>”Ah!”
“Nopony is allowed to use this except for me, got it?”
>You turn the stimulation up a fair bit as you knead the flesh.
>Hopefully she won’t be able to tell the sensations apart until you’re done.
“NOBODY gets to fuck you except for me.”
>She’s grinding against your hand, trying to get more friction.
“Say it!”
>”Hnn! I shan’t allow anyone to violate me!”
“Anyone except?”
>”Ah! Ah! Anyone except for you!”
>You slide your thumb and middle finger in, and wiggle them around until they’re good and drenched.
>Best to leave it there for now, lest you put her over the edge.
>You let go.
>Rarity whines at the loss of your touch.
>You sit back down and gesture for her to approach
>Rarity trots toward you and sits down in front of you.
>You extend your still dripping fingers.
“Suck.”
>Rarity wraps her lips around your fingers, caressing them with her tongue and licking off her juices with surprising vigor.
>She closes her eyes and trembles subtly.
>You feel her moan around your digits.
>You grasp her tongue between your fingers and gently pull it out of her mouth.
>Saliva drips down your fingers as she stares up at you with something that might be desire.
“You’re going to try and be better for me.”
>It wasn’t meant as a question.
>But she awkwardly nods in the affirmative regardless.
>Her tongue almost slips from your grasp as she does so.
>You let go shortly after she stops nodding.
>She’s being awfully compliant.
>SUSPICIOUSLY compliant.
>Sure, she was starting to give in, but this is wrong.
>She must be working an angle.
>If your guess is right, these short term gains are going to ruin you in the long run.
>Time for a calculated gamble.
“I just want you to know, I will do everything in my power to keep your friend safe whether you help me or not.”
>”Oh, thank goodness.”
“If you still intend to thank me, though, go and get yourself two dildos. With suction cups.”
>You THINK there are two with suction.
>Probably.
>”Two? Why two?”
>You don’t answer.
>After a short while she leaves.
>You reposition yourself in the hallway, making sure you’re close enough to keep an eye on the patient.
>It was a little awkward doing this all in the recovery room.
>Rarity returns shortly after with two of the smaller fake dicks in tow.
“Sit on the ground, rump against the floor but head up.”
>It’s awkward, but she manages to contort herself into a roughly human sitting position.
>You affix one to the ground, pointing straight up.
“I think you know what to do.”
>She nervously glances at Twilight, her entire head crimson.
“Your friend is still sedated. She wouldn’t wake up for hours even if she were perfectly healthy. You’re fine.”
>”But.”
>She doesn’t finish the sentence.
>You close the blinds regardless, giving Rarity more privacy than she deserves.
>Can’t even masturbate in front of unconscious ponies, much less in public.
>Yet another quirk you’ll need to fix in time.
>She apprehensively lowers herself onto it.
>She grinds into it rather than bouncing, rubbing her throbbing clit against the suction cup.
>You listen to her whimpers and cries crescendo, becoming shrill and frantic.
>All the while you keep dialing the stimulator up.
>If you had to guess, it probably feels like a potent vibrator at this point.
>You then unzip your pants, exposing your firm but not erect penis.
>Just when you think she’s nearing her peak…
“Stop.”
>She keeps grinding for a couple of seconds after you speak.
>You grab her by the horn, briefly forgetting it’s numb.
>Though she can’t feel it, it’s still a good grip for pulling her head forward.
>You grind her muzzle into your crotch.
“You can’t suck me off properly until I recover. But I still expect you to clean it.”
>She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
>You just recently showered, so your odor is pretty neutral.
>She begins by licking at your scrotum, seemingly making a point of coating every inch of it in saliva and periodically pausing to kiss it.
>Once it’s thoroughly wetted, she takes it into her mouth and suckles gently for a short while.
>All too soon she opens her mouth with a gasp, letting you fall out.
>”Hnn!”
>The tingling in her groin is getting the better of her.
>But you can’t let her just get off that easily.
>You grab her horn again and shove your mostly erect dick into her mouth.
>with one hand around her horn and the other against the back of her head you shove her balls deep, feeling yourself graze the back of her throat.
>Despite her earlier training she starts coughing and convulsing.
>But you don’t let up.
>You rhythmically move her head back and forth, repeatedly fucking her face.
>Rarity begins to spasm as her long awaited climax washes over her.
>Her eyes roll into the back of her head, tears streaming down her cheeks and legs twitching about.
>Perfect.
>You let go of her head and pull out.
>Rarity collapses on the floor panting.
>But you’re not done with her just yet.
>You place the other dildo on the ground near the first one and smother it in surgical lubricant.
>Rarity doesn’t react, too drunk on bliss to care about what you’re doing.
>You return to your seat with a smirk.
>The stimulator hasn’t stopped yet.
>You can see she’s still winking, still needy for more.
“Get back to bouncing.”
>You pick her up relatively gently and position her rump near the toys.
>Rarity groggily positions herself atop the one.
“There are two of them for a reason.”
>”Why?”
>You’d rather not spell it out for her.
>Thankfully, you don’t have to.
>She gasps in realization.
>”At the same time?”
“Yep.”
>”But I don’t think I can.”
“Then you need to train your holes better.”
>She looks away from you, and stares at the dildos for a moment.
>She then decides she can’t bear to look at them either and stares straight up at the ceiling, craning her neck as far as she can.
>Her exposed, supple neck looks painfully plane.
>You’ll need to get her a collar or something.
>Rarity gently eases her ass onto the lubricated toy, wincing a bit as it forces its way inside.
>She leans forward onto the other one, struggling a bit to get it to go in.
>You nudge it forward with your foot, allowing her to put her weight on it.
>She fails to suppress a squeal.
>Her eyes light up with excitement.
>She starts to bounce up and down, albeit very cautiously.
“Does it feel good?”
>”AH! Oh YES!”
>She’s already trembling with delight.
>A much more rapid response than anything you’ve tried before.
>You’re starting to suspect that double penetration is one of her fantasies.
>Her swollen teats jiggle with each bounce, a tiny bit of milk dripping out with each motion.
“You’re my property. You belong to me. This is what you want.”
>She screams in ecstasy, another climax washing over her.
>But this time, she doesn’t stop.
>Her movements grow more frantic as she rides the wave of mind numbing pleasure.
“You’re never going to leave me. You’re my loyal slave, and you love it.”
>She reaches between her legs with one of her hooves and starts to rub her rabidly twitching clit.
“You love being property. You love being a fucktoy. And you’re going to train yourself to be the best slave mare ever.”
>She screams again, assailing your ears with a cry that reeks of lust.
>This time, Rarity stops bouncing.
>She collapses on the ground.
>Her eyes close.
>She’s smiling dreamily.
>You overstimulated her.
>Oh well, it was worth it.
>You turn off the radio emitter and start to clean up after her.
>When you’re done, you bend over to pick up Rarity and nearly collapse on the ground when a wave of dizziness comes over you.
>Vertigo was unexpected.
>You should have adapted to the blood loss by now.
>Maybe you’d donated more than you’d thought?
>Whatever the case, you can’t pick her up right now.
>You satisfy yourself with sitting on the floor with her head on your lap.
>You stroke her mane gently.
>To your surprise, she speaks.
>”Are you satisfied?”
“Yes. That was a good performance. Could have been better, but good.”
>”Then, may I ask a favor?”
“You can ASK. No promises.”
>She looks up at you with a face that is the very picture of hopelessness.
>She looked so happy a moment ago.
>”Please don’t tell anypony that I might have killed Twilight.”
“A bit late for that.”
>”Yes. I suppose it is. But I beg of you, please don’t tell my friends. I couldn’t bear to face them were they to know I’d done such a monstrous thing.”
>Ah.
>This was why she was being so compliant.
>She wanted to get something out of you.
>But in doing so, she’d given you wonderful leverage.
“That’s a mighty big thing to ask of me.”
>”I thought you were used to keeping secrets.”
“I am. About my patients and their conditions. Sabotage is not a medical condition.”
>She sniffles.
“And her family has a right to know what’s going on. I’ll have to contact her parents, and they’re supposed to be fully informed. When I tell them there was sabotage, they’ll want to know who’s to blame.”
>”I hadn’t even thought of her parents.”
“And her mentor’s that sun princess, right? She’s going to want to know.”
>”Princess Celestia! I shudder to think what she might do!”
“And purple over there is a public figure. News travels more slowly in these parts than back on Earth, but I figure that nearly every paper on the planet is going to want to interview me. The whole world’s going to know. It’s going to be international news for sure, probably even interplanetary.”
>Rarity falls limp.
>You’re not entirely sure why.
>But you think she nearly fainted.
>Emphasis on NEARLY.
>You can still push a little harder.
“Human royal watchers are going to be really interested. And when they find out it was her dear friend who betrayed her? Not a lot of people know much about Equestria, but that’s all going to change. You’re going to be a household name. Your picture will be beamed into billions of homes if this gets out.”
>”Please, master! I beg of you! I shall do whatever you wish!”
>Perfect.
>You hear the door swing open.
>You hurry to your feet, trying to lift Rarity with you.
>Too slow.
>You see four ponies standing at the end of the hallway, jaws agape.
>Applejack’s expression quickly changes from shock to anger.
>”Now what in tarnation is going on over here?”
>You try to back away from them and head for the rear exit.
>Rainbow Dash already has you flanked somehow.
>”Not so fast, monkey boy! What are you doing with Rarity?”
>Pinkie approaches more calmly and cautiously than you’ve ever seen before.
>”And why does she look like Mootilda?”
>And finally, Fluttershy.
>”And why can I smell. Um…”
“There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of this.”
>”Which is?”
>The speak in a chorus.
>You see them closing in around you.
>You reach into your labcoat pocket and grab the pistol...

“ALL OF YOU STAY BACK! I HAVE A GUN!”
>”What’s that?”
>Pinkie was apparently not familiar with human weaponry.
>In fact, none of them seemed intimidated.
>You can’t use it to scare them away.
>Not without actually firing.
>You grip the handle tightly.
>And then you freeze.
>You can’t even draw it.
>Rainbow Dash flies up in front of you and presses her face against yours, staring uncomfortably into your eyes.
>”You’d better start talking!”
>Rarity ran to the larger group with a manic grin on her face.
>”Oh, I’m DELIGHTED to see you all! It has been FAR too long.”
>”Glad to see y’all too, Rare. But right now we gotta take care of this varmint. Rainbow?”
>”With pleasure!”
“Hold on now. Can I at least talk?”
>”And what are you gonna say?”
>Rainbow Dash was right. There wasn’t much you could say to get out of this.
“Look, tensions are high right now. We’re all at risk of doing something rash. Why don’t we sit down-”
>You start walking toward the lobby.
>Dash grabs you by the collar and pulls you back.
>You try to struggle forward against her.
>It’s shockingly difficult, even with her in the air.
“And talk things over in a reasonable manner. Would you let go already?”
>Applejack seemed to be acting as a de facto leader, taking the metaphorical reigns with Twilight out of commission.
>”’Shy, take Rares to the restroom to clean up that awful pattern.”
“It-”
>You bite your tongue.
>Telling them how to get it out means admitting too much.
>”Dash. Pinkie. Guard the exits. I don’t want nopony getting in or out.”
>”Right!”
>”Okie dokie!”
>Pinkie seemed to be in great spirits regardless.
>”And why don’t you and me have a chat, just like y’all wanted.”
“Alright. I’ll tell you all about how somepony is trying to murder your friends, and how one of them TRASHED A HOSPITAL. MIGHT HAVE KILLED SOMEPONY TOO.”
>Rarity’s ears perk up.
>”Why, yes! Of course, that is the most important issue at the moment. And while I would LOVE to have my pristine coat back, I fear that it must wait! I owe the good doctor here many thanks!”
>You can feel tension leaving your body.
>Not all of it.
>But enough.
>”We are all endangered here, and had he not been hiding me away I dread to think what might have happened.”
>Applejack looked unimpressed.
>”What’s with the ink?”
>”Disguise!”
>”Why didn’t you write home?”
>”Too dangerous!”
>”Why do I smell rut?”
>Rarity froze.
>”And if he ain’t the bad guy, why’d he threaten us?”
“I did not!”
>”Oh? Truth be told, I dunno what a gun is. But with the way y’all said it I’m bettin’ it ain’t pretty. Now tell me, what’s a gun?”
>The two of you stare at each other for a while.
>You break eye contact first.
>”Knew it.”
“Okay, so I threatened you. But I haven’t actually done anything wrong! I was just protecting your friend!”
>”So lemme get this straight. Rarity came to town, but somehow knew there was danger so she came to YOU for protection. Rather than tryin’ to get her out of the Empire y’all painted spots on her, but didn’t bother to disguise her mane and tail. And then you didn’t bother to tell anypony nor send any letters out for WEEKS. Then when her friends show up you press Fluttershy for all of Rare’s secrets, but don’t so much as HINT to us that she’s alright. And then when we find her, you say you’ll hurt us. But you ain’t hiding nothing.”
“Yes!”
>You try to answer calmly and nonchalantly, with a great big smile on your face.
>Thankfully, Rarity is willing to step in to your aid.
>”Well, it’s not QUITE so simple. But that is the jist of it.”
>Blackmail can be a wonderful thing.
>”And he threatened you because he was frightened!”
>”I ain’t buyin’ it. Rares, it’s okay. We’re here to help.”
“Well-”
>”No. You’re going to your little office while Rarity tells me what happened WITHOUT you starin’ at her.”
>Damn.
>You try to think of a reason to object.
>But anything you come up with would just raise suspicion.
>Rainbow and Pinkie escort you to your office.
>They direct you in, and you close the door behind yourself.
>All you can do now is hope.
>”So! How didja meet Rarity?”
>You nearly jump out of your skin.
>Pinkie was sitting in your office chair, spinning.
“When did- how?”
>”Yeah! How did you meet?”
>How did she get in ahead of you?
>That’s not really important at the moment, but it’s still bothering you.
>She didn’t seem angry.
>In fact, she seemed quite cheerful.
>You sit in one of the guest chairs and try to look her in the eye.
>You get dizzy long before she does.
>You elect to wait until the chair stops to try and talk to her.
“I met her through the princess.”
>You have to say SOMETHING.
>But you’re scared to speak too freely.
>What if Rarity actually pulls through for you?
>You can’t contradict her.
>But you have no idea what she’d say!
“You’re not angry?”
>”Nope! Why would I be? Rarity’s okay, and she finally found a coltfriend!”
“Err…”
>”She always went on and on and on about finding the perfect stallion and we all knew it was never going to happen but she kept on trying and then she dumped a prince and tried to get with some other fancy pony who already liked Applejack so she tried to act like a farm pony and it was super insulting and she wouldn’t even look at any commoner stallions it had to be nobility or a celebrity but none of them were interested so she started to focus on her boutique to try and get famous so that she could meet them!”
>You aren’t certain you followed all that.
>”But then she never had time to actually look for a coltfriend, so I was afraid she was going to wind up being one of those crazy cat ponies.”
“I was under the impression she only had one cat.”
>”Give it time. Or don’t! Because now I don’t have to worry about her being alone forever!”
“That was a big concern?”
>”Oh yeah! I kept inviting her to all kinds of mixers and stuff hoping she would find out you don’t need to be a prince to be a good pony, but she wouldn’t even show up. So then I had to try and get stallions to go to her, and for a while it worked! But I was running out of excuses, and she was spending less and less time at home.”
>She kicked off your desk and started to spin again.
>”This chair is fun!”
“I knew she had high standards, but I didn’t know she’d struck out that many times.”
>She grabs your desk and stops abruptly, eyes spinning a bit from the experience.
>After violently shaking her head about she returns to normal.
>”Do you want foals?”
“Pardon?”
>”I don’t think Rarity wants foals. Which is really weird! Foals are great, they’re super cute and they love to play.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
>Pinkie Pie was surprisingly trusting.
>Or she knew what was going on and was okay with it.
>Probably the former.
>Probably.
”Applesnack seems angry.”
>Pinkie giggled a bit.
>”Oh, that’s not how she is when she’s angry.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
>”Yeah. She’s SUPER angry!”
“Oh…”
>”She’s just worried about Rarity. Plus you said a bunch of lies and were really mean to her just now.”
“Yeah… I panicked. She’ll get over it though, right?”
>”After a while. Once she decides you didn’t foalnap Rarity, chain her up underground, and make her do a bunch of things she really doesn’t want to.”
“That’s, uhh, that’s oddly specific.”
>”Last time Rarity went missing that’s what happened! The diamond dogs were really mean!”
“DIAMOND DOGS? I thought they’d disbanded after their oil rig got nuked by the Tibetan free state.”
>”What’s a Tibet?”
>Must be a misunderstanding of some sort.
“So… why did you all come here anyway? I thought nopony knew this place was open.”
>”Oh! Twilight said that she was coming here to do something and then she didn’t come back and then rumor was going around that she got hurt really bad but that you fixed her!”
>Huh.
>Rumor moved FAST.
>There was no way Shining Armor had let that leak.
>Not unless he’d finally had a stroke and turned retarded.
>Must be another info leak.
“So you’re here to see Twill. Alright, you can all see her.”
>Pinkie darts past you, sailing straight over the desk and landing right by the door.
>She swings it open with a giddy grin, nearly smashing Rainbow Dash in the face.
>”ACK! Pinkie! What gives?”
>”We’re going to go see Twilight!”
>”That’s great! But what about him?”
>”He’s going to take us there!”
>”No, I meant what about him hurting Rarity?”
>”Come on, Dashie! Anon is our friend, we should trust him!”
>”But-”
>”All sortsa weird stuff is happening, so maybe there’s a good reason for it.”
>”Alright? Rarity says she’s fine, but I don’t really know.”
>You lead the two to the recovery room.
>Pinkie rears up and starts chewing on her front hooves as she approaches.
“Calm down. Panicking won’t help anything.”
>”Whew! That’s a relief!”
>She was a strange one.
>You usher them into the room.
>They both gasp in shock.
“It’s not as bad as it looks. I mean, it’s pretty bad, but not- err, how bad does it look to you?”
>”What happened?”
>Demanded Rainbow Dash.
“I am not at liberty to discuss that at the moment.”
>That might be true.
>But mostly you just don’t feel like going over it again.
“She’s stable, so we shouldn’t have to worry about anything sudden happening. But she’s not out of the woods just yet.”
>Pinkie snorted a bit.
>”Oh you silly. There are no woods this far north!”
“Oh. Right you are! I take it you’ll be wanting to stay for a while.”
>They both nod.
“Alright. Don’t touch her, or any of the machinery. She needs some of that stuff. I’ll leave you two for a bit.”
>You leave the room and close the door behind yourself, wondering where the others went.
>You return to your office and start flipping through the cameras hoping to find them.
>But they seem to have vanished.
>You can only hope for the best.

>You walk into the recovery room behind the two.
>But for some reason you’re not getting any closer.
>You stop walking, and watch in amazement as you slide backward along the ground.
>You slide backwards straight back to your office, pulled by some unseen force.
“Hello, Appul.”
>”DNN’T YUU PPLE MU!”
>She yells at you, speech muffled by the labcoat clenched in her teeth.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t damage my stuff, by the way. This clinic can’t handle much more equipment failure.”
>She spits your clothing out and spins you around.
>You’re not entirely sure how she did that.
>”Are y’all seriously trying to tell me that this place will come crashing down if your dress gets damaged?”
>Dress.
>Don’t take the bait, Anon.
“Regular clothing is too dirty.”
>”So what? When was the last time a little dirt killed somepony?”
“Probably earlier today.”
>You don’t know, of course.
>But it wouldn’t surprise you.
>Applejack walks around your desk.
>And sits in your chair!
>Why do ponies keep doing that?
>”Tell me what happened.”
“What do you mean?”
>”I mean y’all are gonna tell me everything about what’s going on here. From the beginning.”
“From the beginning? That’s going to be REALLY hard. Uh, around 2500 years ago a man named Hippocratese was making a compendium of known illnesses and treatments-”
>She gives you a dirty look.
“Too far back?”
>”A tad.”
“Okay. Skip forward 500 or so years and Pliny the elder is working on his book, Naturalis Historia. While not explicitly a medical text his criticism of the majii and astrologers marks a turning point in medicine.”
>”Skip to when you foalnapped Rarity.”
“What? Are you accusing me of something?”
>”Darn straight I am! You were holding her against her will!”
>Damn it!
>Had Rarity sold you out?
>”And the look on your face tells me I ain’t far off the mark.”
>Keep calm, Anon.
>You’ve been under way more pressure than this.
>Nobody’s about to bleed out, this should be easy.
>Just throw all the blame at her.
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you this but you’re wrong.”
>”Am I? I can see y’all are lying.”
“What, are you an expert on HUMAN body language?”
>”Well, not as such-”
“And I assume that you can prove your outrageous slander.”
>”It ain’t slander, it’s TRUTH! You hurt Rarity! And then when Twi came by to save her, y’all shut her up, didn’t you?”
“I did WHAT? Are you really DARING to suggest I STABBED somepony?”
>You reach for one of your drawers, forgetting you’re on the wrong side of your desk.
>Woops.
“Left top drawer. Get a pen and some papers, and write it out. I dare you.”
>”Now why in tarnation would I do that?”
“So I can sue your ass for libel!”
>”SUE me? What in the hay did I do?”
“You came into MY clinic, and started throwing all these accusations around after I saved your friends LIVES over and over again? You’re going to ruin my reputation!”
>”Well, maybe if it weren’t built on a LIE it would be a mite harder to ruin!”
>She had no proof.
>None.
>If she did, she would have mentioned it by now.
“Enough posturing. I’ve done nothing wrong, and I challenge you to prove otherwise.”
>”Well, thing is I can’t.”
>You can’t help but crack a smile.
>”Even Rarity wouldn’t say what was goin’ on. But I know she’s hiding something, and I’m gonna find out what.”
“Great! So it sounds like it’s your word against mine then.”
>”Sure is. Now I wonder who the ponies are going to believe.”
>Oh.
>That could be a problem.
>Like, a HUGE one.
“The royal family is on my side you know.”
>”For now. We’ll see how that changes once they find out what y’all did to Twi.”
“Good luck with that.”
>You could prove her wrong by showing her the security footage.
>But the longer she spends barking up the wrong tree, the better.
>That only buys time, you’re going to have to do something about this.
>Applejack is trusted in her community.
>Neither Rarity nor Shining Armor doubter her for even an instant when she was attacked, despite the absurdity of her story.
>Sooner or later, somebody will believe her.
“Well? Don’t let me keep you. Get to your investigation.”
>”Don’t mind if I do!”
“Oh, one minor detail. You’re banned from the clinic.”
>”Beg your pardon?”
“You heard me. There’s lots of sensitive information about my patients here. I can’t have you or anyone else digging into what they told me in confidence. And if you’re going to be grasping at straws looking for proof of some non-specific crimes you’re a security hazard.”
>”Y’all can’t ban me from here!”
“I can and I did! I have good reason to think you’re trouble.”
>”I ain’t. The whole world knows I’m trustworthy.”
“You think you’re a bigshot? Well I’ve got news for you. I don’t even know your name!”
>”You don’t know anypony’s name!”
“Details. Now if you want to look around here I’d suggest you go get a warrant.”
>She stands up from your desk with a huff.
>”Fine. But know that this ain’t over. Nopony hurts my friends and gets away with it.”
>She pushes past you and walks out the door, hips swaying in what you assume to be a naturally seductive manner.
>That was rough.
>Your bluster can’t save you forever, and-
>Applejack walks back in.
>”Say, I know I’m banned but can I still visit Twi? She means a lot to me. I promise I won’t go snooping around outside of that room.”
“Oh, of course! Just don’t touch anything, she needs some of that stuff to live.”
>”Thanks. That’s mighty decent of y’all.”
>It was also probably a mistake.
>But you’re not the kind to deny visitors.
>She walks out without a word.
>What to do about Applejack...

>A few hours had passed in relative peace.
>You’d attended to the patient while bearing the scrutiny of Applejack.
>You’d also FINALLY remembered to ask the visitors for blood samples to try and find a better match for the patient.
>Somewhat ironically, Applejack is quite the rarity with O.
>You also got a good match between Twilight and Fluttershy, which is quite the relief.
>Conditions are still far from ideal, but you’re not in the same bind as before.
>As for the patient, you still don’t know how things are going to play out.
>But you’re cautiously optimistic.
>Earth hospitals are rife with some of the deadliest and toughest bacteria known to man.
>The medical system is where the most horrendous bugs go to develop resistance to cutting edge treatment.
>But in your clinic things are a bit different.
>Antibiotics haven’t been abused for centuries out here, so there’s no such thing as MRSA.
>Whatever got in her will respond to treatment, no doubt.
>When struggling with all the handicaps you have out here, it’s easy to miss the subtler advantages.
>But there’s something nagging you other than the medical stuff.
>Where’s Rarity?
>You haven’t seen her since the visitors arrived.
>After searching the entire clinic, you finally find her outside by the fire exit.
>She doesn’t react as you approach.
“You shouldn’t be out here. It’s not safe.”
>Her eyes are wet.
>She’s been crying.
“Come back inside.”
>”I don’t understand.”
“Uh, okay. So someone’s been hunting your friends down and you’re probably on their list, so you should be somewhere that you’re not easy to get at.”
>”I don’t understand why you’ve chosen to protect me.”
>Oh.
>You sit down next to her.
>She still doesn’t move.
>”You wouldn’t let the prince blame me for what I’ve done, and now I understand you’ve not told a single soul of the incident ever since.”
>She sniffles.
>Trembles for a bit.
>Then sobs.
>You gently pet her mane.
“It’s going to be okay.”
>”No it’s not.”
“It was close for a while, but she’s going to be fine.”
>Probably.
>”I know. You would be panicking right now if you thought she might perish.”
>Maybe now’s not the right time to dispel that illusion.
“Then what’s the matter?”
>”Applejack knows I’m lying.”
>Oh.
>That could be a problem.
>”Everypony is going to figure out what I did. Twilight is never going to forgive me! All of my friends will leave me, I shall be a pariah! MY LIFE IS RUINED!”
>She collapses entirely, sprawling out on the ground.
“Whoa, stop crying. It’s fine.”
>She keeps bawling.
”She’s never going to find out, don’t worry.”
>She’s now rolling on the ground.
“I’ll protect you if she does!”
>She’s being a drama queen.
>You strike her buttocks with an open palm, eliciting a shocked gasp.
“Stop crying!”
>She stares up at you with wet eyes.
“Nopony is going to blame you for that. Well, maybe the prince. But I’ll take the blame for it if I have to.”
>”But… why?”
“I meant what I said. As long as you’re with me you’re my responsibility. I have to take responsibility for allowing that to happen, and I also have to take care of you. Even if Applejam is going to drag my name through the mud because of it.”
>If her expression was anything to go by, she still didn’t get it.
>Not really.
>But she seemed to understand the most important part.
>You were going to protect her.
>”Such is the price of my reputation.”
>C’mon…
>This might be it.
>This girl is vain in so many ways, there’s no way she can handle the social stigma.
>”I don’t know what to do.”
>Seriously?
“It seems pretty obvious to me.”
>Stick with the famous life saving alien, or go to the dungeons for sabotage and have your face on all the gossip magazines.
>Yet she wasn’t convinced.
“Is being with me really so awful.”
>”Yes.”
>Ouch.
“What’s so bad about it? Talk to me.”
>She looks away.
“Please? I promise I won’t hold it against you.”
>”Well… there’s the constant punishments and spanking. And the perverse sexual acts.”
“Which you enjoyed.”
>”And my abhorrent living conditions. I can’t help but wonder if the dungeons would be more hospitable.”
>Maybe.
>You’re not certain what standards are kept in prisons around here.
>You MIGHT be treating her worse than a prisoner.
>And for somepony so pampered, that must be especially torturous.
>There’s that guilt again.
“Perhaps we can come to some kind of an agreement.”
>”Whatever do you mean?”
>You’re of the belief that good slaves deserve good living conditions.
>You open your mouth to say that, but bite your tongue.
>You should probably shy away from the S word for now.
>Some day she’ll wear the label with pride.
>Some day.
“I don’t keep you like that arbitrarily. I just need some assurance you won’t leave.”
>”You have it!”
“No, I don’t believe I do.”
>”What must I do to earn your trust?”
>You can’t help but smile.
>That was the right question.
>Sadly, you don’t know the right answer.
“We’ll take this one step at a time. What is the worst part of your current room?”
>”The plumbing.”
>Hm.
>That was admittedly pretty bad.
“Okay. We’ll fix that.”
>She looks at you warily.
“Consider it a gift. Or a show of good faith, if you’d rather.”
>”I suppose I should be thankful, though I cannot help but wonder what terrible ploy you have in mind.”
“No trick. I just want you to be happy.”
>”You’ll have to excuse my skepticism after all you’ve done.”
“It’s not so complicated, you know. Cause me trouble and you get trouble. Make me happy and get rewarded. I’d rather have to reward you than punish you.”
>Not that punishing can’t be fun.
>But her constant rebellion can get a bit tiresome.
>”I suppose I’ve little choice but to trust you.”
>She chokes out a forlorn sigh.
>”I know when I’m beat. Master.”
>That’s the spirit!
>”If I am doomed to be yours, might I ask a favor?”
“You can ASK, but I won’t make any promises I can’t keep.”
>”Might I please stay in contact with my family and friends? They mean the world to me.”
>Hm.
>That would make things harder.
>Cutting off her support network makes her reliant on you.
>But if you refuse she’ll doubtlessly resist you forever.
>If you say no she’ll resist you harder in the near future.
>If you say yes, you might lose her later.
>You could restrict her to letters only, then you could screen them and withhold anything you saw fit.
>But she’ll definitely see what you were up to, and sooner or later somepony will ask why they can’t ever see her face to face.
>But then it finally occurred to you that you actually don’t have a choice in the matter.
>Her friends were running around the empire knowing full well they were being attacked.
>They will demand to see her eventually, whether you allow it or not.
>Trying to fight it will just cost you good will, and make you seem weak.
>She sees your hesitation; you’ve taken too long to decide to seem anything but calculating and manipulative.
>Better not stall any longer, you’ll just make it worse.
“I’m not the kind to break up a family. We’ll figure something out.”
>”Thank goodness.”
>You wait with her in silence for a couple of minutes, waiting for the followup.
>After a while you start to get impatient.
>You’ve never been good at waiting.
“You’re not going to ask about your career?”
>”Well, now that you mention it…”
“I don’t want to waste your talents. But again, I need some kind of assurance you’re not going to leave. We’ll have to do some trust building exercises.”
>Yeah, that’s what you’ll call them.
>Definitely not training.
>”I’m not a fool, master, nor am I as naive as you may think. Ours is not going to be a romantic relationship between equals.”
>Pretty clumsy wording.
>She sounds flustered.
>”You just wish to use me as an outlet for your lust.”
>Partially, yes.
>But it’s going to go beyond just the occasion rutting.
>No need to push your luck right now, though.
>”If I keep that satisfied, I’ve kept up to my obligations. So, master, may I use my hooves?”
>She doesn’t wait for your answer, immediately reaching for your crotch.
>Rarity fumbles with your pants for an embarrassingly long time, but you choose not to help.
>When she finally gets access you’re pleasantly surprised by the sensation as she awkwardly gropes about.
>She doesn’t actually grip with her hoof, instead choosing to wrap around you with her cannon near the fetlock.
>Her grip is delicate and dainty as might be expected of Rarity.
>You’d been expecting a coarse, aggressive sensation. Instead it’s perhaps too soft.
>You enjoy the velvety smooth stroking that’s just on the right side of tickling.
>Her technique needs work.
>But you can’t fault her for her enthusiasm.
>She stares transfixed at your now erect penis, blushing profusely.
>She moves her muzzle next to it to take in the scent when she thinks you aren’t looking.
>You pretend not to notice, prefering to allow her to explore her own desires.
>At no point does she ever look away.
>She barely even blinks as she continues her mediocre ministrations, her thoughts completely consumed by cock.
>She wants it.
>But she's not ready to admit it yet.
>That's okay. You'll allow her desires to grow. To consume her thoughts and dreams.
>You'll allow this horny mare to become ever more desperate until she has no choice but to admit to her needs.
>You can practically hear her winking. The piercing is doubtlessly grinding itself into her mercilessly, teasing her with every involuntary contraction.
>Her husky breathing and suppressed moans are growing harder to ignore.
>Her rhythm is growing more erratic and less refined.
>You're starting to think she'll cum before you do.
>But that won't do, not this time.
>You want her desperately aroused when you next get some alone time.
>And so you cut the session short and stand up.
>You start to stroke yourself, and shortly after finish with a decent burst of semen aimed straight at Rarity's face.
>She yelps in surprise and recoils as a couple of ropes splatter on her face, forcing one eye closed.
>You manage to produce a third, smaller burst which lands mostly on her horn.
>To your delight Rarity doesn't seem to notice.
>The two of you head back in through the back door.

>Rarity had deftly ducked into the shower so quickly you almost didn’t see it happen.
>You can already hear the water running.
>You’ll leave her to it.
>She kinda needs it.
>Besides, you’d promised her plumbing.
>Better go check on the patient while she cleans up.
>Unless…
>You wait a couple minutes to make sure she feels secure.
>Then you press your ear to the door.
>It’s muffled and a bit drowned out, but you can hear something.
>A gasp.
>Maybe a lustful moan.
>You’d wanted to keep her on edge until morning, but it looks like she’s decided to take matters into her own hooves.
>And you’d promised her she could masturbate whenever she wanted for a week.
>You can’t afford to go back on your word, especially not now when you’re so close.
>You once again decide to leave her alone and head to the recovery room.
>All conscious ponies look your way when you enter.
>Notably, Applejack seems angered.
>”Where’s Rarity?”
“I think she’s in the shower.”
>”Why? We cleaned her up just earlier. You do something to her?”
“No. I think she just showers a lot.”
>”Hm. Well, it IS Rarity. I suppose it checks out. Alright, never you mind me.”
>You’re feeling a lot calmer after that little stunt in the alley.
>Rarity didn’t do a very good job, and you had to finish.
>But it still did wonders to clear your head.
>And you need that clarity.
>You check Twilight’s chart.
>Some might say it’s silly to keep a chart when there’s only one caretaker.
>And in some ways they’d be right.
>But the chart isn’t just for communication.
>And not even just a record either.
>It’s a moment for review.
>A time to reflect on what’s happening and weigh the options in an organized manner.
>Physicians are human, with all the failings and trappings that entails.
>It’s all too easy to make a mistake when handling a crisis.
>And you think you’ve found one.
>You fetch a simple home glucometer and a finger lance, and prick her leg.
>Fluttershy is watching you intently.
>Pinkie is telling a story in an exuberant manner, but it doesn’t seem to be coherent.
>The handheld glucometer beeps and gives you a reading.
>”Umm, excuse me mister doctor, but why did you just cut Twilight?”
>Fluttershy seems worried.
>Hard to blame her.
“I’m checking to see how much sugar is dissolved in her blood.”
>”Sugar?”
“Every part of your body needs energy, and sugar is the main dish for the bulk of it. You turn food or fat into sugar through a process called glucogenesis and then store it in your blood for when you need it.”
>14.2 millimoles per liter.
>That’s very high.
>For a human, at least.
>For a pony it’s on the low end of normal.
>So she’d recovered at least.
“Humans don’t keep as much sugar in their blood as ponies do, only about a third as much. When I gave her my blood I should have also given her some sugar to balance it out. Looks like she recovered on her own though.”
>You’ll give her a glucose drip anyway
>You’ve never had to worry about this before in your life.
>And they never mentioned it in med school either.
>Then again, they didn’t teach you much about xenotransfusions at all. 
>It was a footnote that didn’t even end up on the quiz.
>There’s a very good chance you’d have overlooked that detail even if things were fine.
>Given the chaos and handicaps you’re thankful nothing bigger went wrong.
>Still, you’ll have to make sure you never make that mistake again.
>You really need a break.
>”Is something wrong mister doctor?”
“It’s fine. We’re… 20 hours or so after the incident and she’s not dead. Pressure’s reasonable, pulse is steady. She’s not getting worse, so it’s only a matter of time until she gets better. If nothing goes wrong she’ll be fine.”
>That’s still a pretty big if.
>You’re not ready to promise anything.
>But at least you’re no longer worried about having to break the news to the prince.
>You can’t help but wonder what he’d do to you if she died.
>Speak of the devil.
>You can hear Shining Armor barking orders in the distance.
>He’s still a bit too far away for you to know what he’s saying, but his frantic tone is telling you plenty.
>You take the opportunity to connect an IV drip before stepping out to wait for him.
>He walks in, followed by eight armed ponies.
>You notice they aren’t wearing any armor.
>The prince walks past you on his way to check on your patient.
>”How is she?”
“Better than the last time you saw her.”
>”She’s improving, then.”
“As much as she can in about a day. It’s going to take a while.”
>He steps into the room and locks eyes with everypony present, which now includes Rarity to your surprise.
>Only once he’s examined the visitors does he look at his sister.
>”Why are they here?”
“Who, her friends?”
>”Did you run out of bullets or something?”
“What?”
>”Give me the gun.”
>You’d almost forgotten you had it.
>After checking the wrong pocket twice, you fish it out and pass it to him.
>He pulls out the magazine and checks its contents.
“Everything to your liking?”
>”No. Why did you let them in here? Any one of them could be here to finish her off!”
>You can hear a chorus of exclamations and denial coming from behind you.
“I didn’t think you meant her friends!”
>”I told you that if ANYPONY tried to get close to her you were supposed to shoot them! How much clearer do I need to be?”
“Well I’m sorry I didn’t gun them down! Should I have shot you when you came in? Why would they try to hurt her anyway?”
>He knew something he wasn’t sharing.
>You could see it in his eyes, hear it in the way he almost replied only to bite his tongue.
>”Everypony out. OUT!”
>Twilight’s friends reluctantly began to file out.
>You can hear Applejack grumbling something as she goes.
>Rainbow Dash glares at him for a moment before flapping by.
>”You too, Anon.”
>You raise an eyebrow, but step out the door.
>He closes it, leaving himself in the room with the patient.
>No, not the patient. His sister.
>You have to remember just how personal this is for him.
>It wasn’t just his sister, it was his soldier that did it.
>His soldiers that she didn’t want following her, but only put up with because he insisted.
>Poor guy’s probably blaming himself.
>No wonder he wants privacy, doesn’t want anypony to see him break down.
>You’re tempted to eavesdrop, but elect to spare his dignity.
>Nothing you can do to help with that.
>Might as well do something productive, like clear your name with Applejack.
>The sooner she drops her suspicions the better.
“Hey, Apples. Still think I did it?”
>”I mean, kinda. He did kick y’all out just now.”
“He kicked you out too.”
>”Can’t argue with that.”
“Come with me.”
>”Ain’t sure I wanna. Could be a trap.”
“Your friends can come too if it makes you feel better. And then there’s those guys with the spears.”
>”Alright, fine. What’cha got?”
“Proof.”
>You go back to your office.
>The security footage of Twilight getting stabbed should clear your name.
>When you approach, one of the armed ponies levels their spear at you.
>You reflexively put your hands up and step back.
>”Sorry, doc. The Prince doesn’t want anypony tampering with anything.”
“I wish to point out that I’m not a pony.”
>”Sorry. You’ll need his permission first.”
>You step away until he lowers his weapon.
“Geeze, coulda just told me. Well, Sorry Jay Jay.”
>You’ll have to get Rarity to teach you how to pronounce their names.
>You’re almost certain you’re getting it wrong.
>And it’s kinda embarrassing.
“I have a video proving I didn’t do it.”
>”Now why would you have something like that?”
“See that small black dome built into the ceiling? It’s a camera. It’s always recording.”
>”My, gotta say that’s mighty impressive. How much film you got?”
>Film.
“That’s harder to answer than you might think. It’s… kinda like a reusable film. A lot of the things in here are worth stealing so I try to keep security up.”
>Not that it’s done much lately.
>”You got a video of whatever you and Rarity were up to before we showed up?”
>Yes.
“Can’t help you. Just at the entrances and in lockup.”
>”Well, how ‘bout a video of when Rarity came in?”
>Shit.
>If you can’t produce a video of Rarity walking in the clinic recently, you’ve basically admitted you’re keeping her here.
>Applejack’s a lot smarter than you thought.
“I do. But I can’t show it.”
>”And why might that be?”
“Patient confidentiality.”
>”So she’s your patient, then.”
>Kinda.
>You had done some work on her after all.
>”Well, I suppose I’ll trust you for now. I’ll show myself out.”
>She turns around and nearly bumps into the guards who immediately produce their weapons.
>”Oh, right.”
>”ANON!”
>It was the prince.
>You run to the recovery room, fully expecting that Twilight is crashing.
>You fling the door open and step in, eyes already on the heart monitor’s display.
>65 bpm.
>No alarms are going off.
>She’s fine as far as you can tell.
>”Close the door and get in here.”
“You’re acting weird.”
>”Just do it.”
>He’s avoiding direct eye contact to try and hide his face.
>But it’s clear that he was crying.
>”Without looking, what’s in the bags wired into her legs?”
“Normal Saline, Amoxycillin, and 5 percent glucose solution.”
>”What procedure did you perform on my wife?”
“We implanted a radio controlled neural stimulator on her pudendal nerve.”
>”Hm. That sounds right… can you refer me to a good chiropractor?”
“No such thing as a good chiropractor.”
>”Alright. You’re clear. Who all was in this room while I was away? Just Twilight’s friends?”
“Just them. Why?”
>He used his magic to levitate the edge of Twilight’s mattress up.
>”See it?”
>You did.
>Squirreled away between the fitted sheet and the mattress were some lumps.
>A needle was poking through the fabric.
>He used his magic to pull out the syringes, revealing them to be three of your stolen saline flushes.
>All empty.
>Somepony had tried to overdose her.
>You stand slack jawed for a bit longer than you care to admit.
>”Is this the fentanyl they stole from you?”
>He winks at you in an exaggerated manner.
>Why- oh. Gotcha.
“That’s it alright. Three needles…”
>”You can treat her for that right?”
“Yeah. Same principle as the atropine poisoning. Good thing you noticed though, by the time it kicks in it’d be too late. Luckily for us fentanyl takes a while to start up.”
>A blatant lie.
>But hopefully one that would be believed.
>He wanted them to continue to use the saline.
>As soon as they found out it was harmless, they’d go back to more effective methods.
>”I’ve got the place locked down hard. Every doorway is being watched, every pony is being watched.”
“I’d noticed. Why aren’t they in their armor though?”
>”They’re reserves. The actual soldiers are compromised, I’m hoping they won’t be.”
>Makes sense.
>”And just in case, I have more guards outside.”
“This doesn’t make sense. Why would one of Twiggle’s friends try to poison her like that? And why did they even have those in the first place?”
>”It might not make any sense to you, but it perfectly fits a certain profile. Say… a lot of this stuff is to measure the innards of ponies, right?”
“That might be an oversimplification.”
>”What tests have you got that are easy to do?”
“Quite a few.”
>”And can be done in the field on short notice?”
“It would be easier if you just told me what you’re looking for.”
>”I don’t know.”
>That’s annoying.
>You’re pretty sure he’s figured it out, he’s just not talking.
>But you’re sure he has his reasons.
>”I’m willing to bet one of your tests will reveal the traitor. But I have no idea which, so we’ll have to try them all.”
“Wait a second, let me get this straight. One of her friends tried to kill her and you know why, but you’re not telling me and the only way to catch them is with a quick medical checkup?”
>”That’s the jist of it.”
>Weirdo.
“Send them into imaging, it’s far from the exits and private enough.”
>”Good idea. I’ll stay in the room with you in case they attack.”
>You hadn’t even thought of that.
>Great.
>Now you’re nervous.
>One of them tried to murder somepony!
>What will they do if you catch them?
>Will they try to silence you?
>Calm down, Anon. There’s plenty of horsepower here to help if it goes south.
>And if you do get hurt, you’re in a hospital.
>Should be fine, right?
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
>”I don’t pay you to think. Wait, I kinda do? I mean, we’re paying for health but you seem to spend a lot of time thinking about how to do it. Okay, I DO pay you to think, but not to second guess me! Except that you do that all the time and keep nagging me to take my pills which I don’t need because I’M FINE!”
>He’s nervous too.
>He always gets wordy when he’s on edge.
>”Be thorough about it, alright?”
“You want me to do simple tests that can be replicated in the field, and also be thorough?”
>”I know I’m not making it easy, but this could be huge.”
>Fine.
>You’ll trust him on this one.
>You leave and cross the hall, entering imaging.
>One of her friends tried to off her, and that was supposed to be impossible.
>Some kind of brainwashing?
>Could that be the spell that whiffed on Fluttershy?
>If it’s mind control magic, now would be a really good time to have an MRI.
>Fluttershy enters first.
>The prince is no more than a few steps away.
>You scold yourself for being afraid of such a demure and gentle pony.
>Fluttershy seats herself on a stool before you and tries to hide behind her mane.
“It’s okay, YOU don’t need to be nervous. We’re not doing anything painful or dangerous today.”
>”Oh. Okay. Umm, what ARE we doing though?”
“I don’t know. I already checked for typing and didn’t see anything weird.”
>Though there’s no way of knowing if the tests were accurate if things got REALLY weird.
>Anything out of the core blood groups wouldn’t be detectable.
“Guess I’ll just go through the usual physical?”
>This stuff is easy and you’ve done it a million times.
>If it doesn’t satisfy the prince you’ll start doing harder and more in depth stuff.
>Hopefully this doesn’t take too long.
>You wrap a pressure cuff around her leg and rapidly pump it up, listening for bloodflow with your stethoscope.
>It’s elevated, pulse is high.
>She’s scared of something.
>This WOULD be suspicious if it wasn’t Fluttershy.
>”Doesn’t that sugar test hurt?”
>Blood sugar.
>Good call, Fluttershy.
“It can if you do it wrong. Once upon a time the machines needed way more blood so people had to prick themselves where they’d bleed enough.”
>You bump her knee.
>She nearly jumps out of the stool.
>Good reflexes, no signs of nerve damage.
“That hasn’t been a problem for decades though. Now we poke where the patient is less sensitive like their upper arm. Err, leg. Open your mouth.”
>The tongue depressor goes in.
>You take a good look around.
>Her teeth are in unusually good shape.
>That’s not normally something doctors have to check, but tooth decay is pretty common out here.
“Looks healthy. And don’t worry, I’ll tell you before doing the sugar test, okay?”
>Again, not something you’d normally check without reason.
>She doesn’t have the warning signs.
>But the prince told you to be thorough.
>You apply the stethoscope to her chest.
“Deep breath. And out. And in. And out. Sounds normal, let me get my thermometer.”
>She opens her mouth again for you to stick it in.
“Nope.”
>”O-oh. Oh dear. Umm…”
“Oh, it’s not that either. This checks in the ear.”
>”Oh. Thank goodness.”
>You walk behind her with the thermometer out, then switch it for a finger lance when she can’t see.
>You prick her shoulder and apply the drop to your meter.
>Fluttershy scratches at her shoulder a few seconds later.
>17.2 millimoles per liter.
>Extremely high for a human, pretty much perfect for a pony.
>Temperature’s slightly elevated.
>Might be a sign of ovulation.
“Alright, we’re all done here. Good job, Buttershy.”
>”Oh! But what about the other one?”
“Already done.”
>”Really? But when you did the other one to help Twilight it hurt. Even though you said it would just be a pinch.”
“Yeah… sorry about that. But I was telling the truth this time.”
>”But you said you’d warn me first.”
“Heh. Yeah, I suppose I did lie again. But this one didn’t hurt, right?”
>She smiles at you, still trying to hide.
>”It didn’t hurt at all.”
“Great. I’m glad to tell you that you seem healthy, if a bit nervous.”
>”Oh, thank you. I’m so glad to hear it.”
>She shows herself out just a bit too quickly, doubtlessly eager to be back with her trusted friends.
>Shining Armor is the very picture of nervous energy.
>”That’s all you’ve got?”
“You wanted quick and easy, right?”
>”Alright. I guess we can use those fancy machines later if nothing comes up. Anything odd with her?”
“Nothing incriminating.”
>”Alright. Dash, get in here!”
>A few seconds pass before Rainbow Dash trots into the room, rolling her eyes.
>”Alright doc, let’s get this over with.”
“It’ll only take a few minutes.”
>”Minutes? Can you try for seconds?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
>You go through the paces of a regular physical.
>Resting pulse is about 60.
>Pressure of 110 over 70.
>Reflexes are sharp.
>Body temperature is perfect, lungs sound clean.
>She’s in really good shape, to nobody’s surprise.
>You prick her with the finger lance.
>Nothing happens.
>You retract the guard a bit so that more of the needle will go in.
>Nothing.
>She has really thick skin.
>You take a fresh lance and poke her manually, forgoing the spring loaded device. 
>”Ow, hay! What gives!”
“Sorry. I must have hit a nerve.”
>But at least you got blood.
>You apply it to the glucometer’s test strip.
>Bah.
“Faulty strip. But I think there’s enough blood here for another test.”
>”Well, okay. As long as you’re not going to do that again.”
“Butterfly didn’t complain, you know. She took it like a champ.”
>”Hmph.”
>Again, the same result.
>Something’s wrong.
>You fetch a different glucometer and strips from a different batch.
>You then proceed to prick her on the other side.
>”Ow, HAY!”
“Sorry.”
>You press the test strip to the blood.
>Another bad reading.
>And another.
>The odds of getting four bad strips in a row are astronomical.
>But still FAR more likely than the alternative.
>Then again, there are lots of things in this world you don’t understand.
>If you get the same reading AGAIN…
“Ah. Okay, there we are. The first glucometer must be failing, lucky I have another. Anyway, everything seems to be in order.”
>”Finally! I’m out of here.”
>Rainbow Dash flies out of the room after flicking her tail at you.
>The moment she’s gone your facade breaks.
>Your knees are shaking, your heart is hammering in your chest.
>You’re scared.
>How did you get mixed up in this?
>You’re not a cop or a soldier or anything.
>Sure, there have been hostile patients, but they’re…
>Human.
>A known quantity, something that you understand and can account for.
>That thing DEFINITELY wasn’t human, nor was it a pony.
>You’re not even certain it’s alive!
>And whatever it was, you have no doubt in your mind it would kill you to keep you quiet.
>Shining Armor seems to notice your fear.
>He motions for you to talk.
“What the hell was that… thing?”
>”Perfect. You’re doing that test on everypony here.”
>This didn’t make sense.
>She shouldn’t be alive, much less flying and talking.
>How can her blood sugar be ZERO?