“So…How was the prostate check? You look beat,” playfully chirped Fuzz, as the lounging mare perked up upon seeing a tired-looking Naark enter her apartment. The smaller earth pony already agreeing to take the stallion out for drinks after his trip to the hospital, as she never wasted an opportunity to make a few pegging jokes at his expense over some strong shorts. The mare meaning to try out a certain “Tiki Fire” rum Bug had recently recommended, as though it had a lethal percentage, the grey glutton had reassured her that it was supposedly surprisingly palatable if mixed with a half pint of coke. Sure a few singles were enough to make someponies ass fall out, but what did one expect from 75% ABV, besides Naark’s normally receptive tailhole would already be loose before they even started supping on spirits.

“It was…. Uh…. A bit more invasive than I initially intended,” replied the stallion, as he knocked the door closed behind him with a casual tap, before joining his sprawled-out friend. The response enough to make Fuzz curiously cock an eyebrow, as it sounded like Naark had experienced more than a rough rutting when they plunged a finger or more into his tender rump. It was at that moment that the mare noticed the slight bulge in his belly, as it became clear that whomever had performed his rear examination, had ended up giving him a full body colonoscopy.

“Hmm… what was their name?” Pried Fuzz, as she ran a cold hoof over the discrete bump in his barrel, with a curious caress. The mare’s gentle touch searching for any clues on what he had consumed, though all she could feel was the firm lower bowel of a well-digested meal. The Pegasus shuffling slightly at her touch, enjoying the slight rub, as with a stretch he settled in and answered her questions through a tired smile.

“Nurse Redheart…. Earthpony mare, mid-30s if I were to guess, the anthro nurse was not on duty today, so well I ended up getting a hoof up my backdoor…” explained the stallion, as Fuzz continued to inquisitively paw at his distended midriff.

“And then the rest of her,” cut off Fuzz, as she felt the remains of the condensed caregiver now resting in Naark’s rectum. The mare trying to picture the 3 or so foot long turd tucked way beneath his skin, as from what she could feel of the girthy mass of manure brewing against his backdoor, he was going to be having a blissfully boneless bowel movement in his near future. Nothing substantial seeming to remain of his equine suppository, as the nutritious chevaline that had made up her now tanned and reconstituted body had been rendered down into a much more manageable log of fudgy fertilizer.

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on it, but she kind of slipped, and one thing led to another….” recanted Naark with a shrug, as he recalled the startling extent his arsehole had needed to stretch in order to facilitate the surprised equine’s egress. Not like he was complaining though, as the ravenous gape was nothing new to him, and was instead more comparable to the foreplay after a good night out, even if he had not intended to leave the doctor’s office with a squirming mare sagging his stomach. The bucking nurse had kicked for a few feisty minutes, before suffocating in his shit pipes, but at that point, Naark’s only concern was if his doctors would ask him to change surgeries for his unplanned early lunch. Thankfully they had been rather understanding, and though he didn’t know if his feminine feast had been gridded, he had thoroughly enjoyed squeezing the softening protrusion she had made between the steering wheel of his car.

“So do you want to have some fun until what’s left of her is done cooking into chocolatey clay?” asked Fuzz with a suggestive nuzzle, clearly interested in watching Redheart’s brown birthing like the little voyeur she was. The look the mare was giving more than suggestive, as from the way she was biting her lip, she made it clear that the ropes and spreader bar was about to come out. Of course, Fuzz was more than capable of turning another pony into horse apples, heck some people even paid for the pleasure, but in her own smutty way, she got a salacious kick out of dominating a potential partner during a degrading situation. The petite pony having a domineering streak in her despite her diminutive stature, even if sometimes it was hard to take the pint-size dominatrix seriously during a private session. Regardless she was sure she and Naark were about to have some fun, as he returned the needy stare, letting Fuzz know they could both get off to him dirtily depositing the crackling remains of his educated and now well-baked buttplug that would soon be crowning out of his well-worn cornhole…..

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Naark has a prostate check at the local clinic, and one thing led to another....

A story done for my patron Gizmo who wanted a story to go along with an image they commissioned from Fetimation ( https://x.com/fetimation?lang=en ) . This one featuring Naark coming home after a rather invasive prostate check...

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