Clydesdale Colonoscopy
The halls were always cold with an irresistable chill of foreign unfamiliarity. Though he knew the setting quite well through his years, there was nothing he could do to offset the discomfort of the oppressive air conditioning or the lack of heat anywhere that tended to cling and melt into the skin like crawling slivers of ice.
Above, a hum continued to rumble in his ears like a long low hiss of air as he found himself wandering on rough white tiles toward the front counter.
As he made it to the secretary seated behind, he shivered, finally able to notice some little bit of warmth in the overall numbness of the whole environment. It seemed such a simple tiny example of heat made him feel worse as it reawakened his groggy mind from the oblivion of thoughtlessness into a sudden wistful stupor of discontent.
"Um...Michael. Michael Anderson." He declared.
The secretary, with her shy brown equine face began to look over a clipboard and nodded firmly as she giggled. "Yups, I has you right here. Appointment at ten with the doctor, right?"
He took a look around at the empty waiting lounge and shivered. "Yeah. Let's get this over with; I don't want to freeze."
"You'll get over it. The doctor is good at presenting a warm reception." She responded with a silly little girlish giggle and a wink before pointing at the nearby door that led to the hallway of examination rooms. "He'll be with you in a moment-second room on the right, and undress into the gown left on the bed."
Michael rubbed his arms as he walked forward, pulled open the door, and explored a long shining white hallway until he found the right door as a cluttering panorama of scales and blood pressure machines jumped out at him.
He was probably regretting his decision to get a physical at the cheapest clinic in the town, but he had no medical coverage since his company dropped him a month ago due to bankruptcy issues. His new plan didn't kick in until a few weeks after today.
Inside, a Gynecological table greeted him with stirrups and everything. At first, Michael thought he went into the wrong room, but when he saw the hospital gown flopped over the side of the table like some tired thin animal, he decided that he must be in the right place.
He stared at it for a long time, as if to challenge it to attack him like it was a B movie horror movie monster. When he thought about it, a straitjacket was more intimidating. This...this just showed off his ass at inconvenient moments with the gusto of a cloth pimp showing off his fleshy wares.
Michael decided to ignore it and simply sat on the chair against the wall lining the door. He looked around and shivered; the flora and fauna of a hospital forest greeting him with eery familiarity.
A sudden draft caught him as the door cracked open and he faced the towering wall of flesh in black pants with a pretty silken black tail that easily touched the floor.
The giant horse trapped his eyes easily with a tender look of emerald. "Did my secretary inform you to dress up for me?" He remarked casually, stepping through the doorway as he looked back and slowly shut the door behind without trapping his tail.
Michael was not exactly gay; he didn't even have one male character or yaoi fantasy he liked, but it was clear by the gaze of that masculine enchanting trance that a deep power had awoken some hidden desire in his psyche.
"He mentioned it, but I didn't feel comfortable putting it on." Michael replied, lost in those enigmatic pretty equine eyes.
The horse walked over to the sink and straddled his legs in a wide stance; a pretty black tail hanging between subtly hidden buttocks as he washed his hands and dried them, slapping on a pair of cornstarch powdered gloves with easy harsh snaps of latex.
He watched the doctor, entranced by the size and elegance of the tall creature--body bulging with enough muscle to lift a small car over his head.
As his pants grew tight with a quickly stiffening erection, Michael definitely knew he didn't want to put on the gown in front of the stallion or have it on anywhere near the studly brown-furred beast.
Then he fiddled with something in a counter under the sink, pretty pants-covered ass and the full outline of a sheathe and testicles jutted obscenely from the thin cloth as if they were trying vainly to escape.
Michael whined as quietly as he could as his sexual urges were frustrated further. This was perhaps the first time he had ever been interested in having sex with his doctor, and it wasn't even a woman. He clamped a hand harshly over his poking cock in an attempt to deny what was happening.
The doctor chuckled lightly, his back still facing Michael. Even without those eyes explicitly on him, he knew that his secret was out.
"Well, I guess my little sissy assistant isn't the only one who's hungry for a piece of horsemeat." The doctor remarked, his lip curled in a flehmen to demonstrate how the clyde knew he was horny.
Michael shivered in response to that bared statement, his mind racing with sudden thoughts that left him helpless to instinct and threatened to make him explode all over his pants. "I just-" He squeaked out, heart racing at a full gallop with the air suddenly ensouled with the gritty dirty beauty of equine musk.
The large creature smiled wryly as he saw the teepee in Michael's pants. "Why don't we get my assistant down here? I'm sure he can help you calm down." Before picking up his beeper from his belt, checking it, and putting it on the counter.
To Michael's coy dread, the doctor used the intercome to request help-and not in a subtle confidential way. He asked his assistant sissy pony to come to the exam room for a code brown; an explicit command Michael had never heard used in any hospital before. "-And bring a triple H, please. My patient really needs it. I'm going to loosen him up before I do my special exam." He could clearly hear the adorable little feminine giggles on the other side of the speaker as he blushed, his hands on his crotch trying to hide his obvious reaction to the awesome sexual presence of the big Clydesdale horse in the room with those grinning teeth and pretty sweet as sugar lecherous eyes; the look of a horny homosexual creature interested in stuffing someone with a huge juicy cock...
SHIT!!!
Michael suddenly realized something wrong with this situation; the doctor had every indication he wanted to fuck right now, but Michael doubted he could handle such an organ without trouble.
"You better put that gown on now, honey; in ten minutes, you'll be making a bigger mess than an elephant in a cocoa-lax factory."
No sooner did he hear that than the assistant pony in his pretty pink babydoll and string thong came into the room pushing a giant bulging rubber bag hanging from an i.v. stand with tubing coming out of the bottom for three or four feet into a tapered shiny white plastic tip with a faucet clamp; the whole assembly fat with more water than he knew he could take into his body.
"Have you had an enema before?" The doctor calmly asked, his dirty eyes wandering over the thin skinny body of his scantily dressed candy-stripper.
"A what?" He responded, looking at the thick rubber bag and shivered.
The Clydesdale went into a cabinet and took out a weird black rubber thing with a thick tip and an attached pumping bulb like they use on blood-pressure sleeves to inflate them. "We'll use the buttplug nozzle, then--keep the water inside until your ready to empty it out."
"Out?" For a long moment, he was confused as he didn't quite know what was going on. Was he supposed to drink it, or...what?
WHAT was right; Michael watched in anxious shivers as the horse snapped the nozzle off the hose and screwed the odd black rubberized thing onto the end. As the horse dropped his pants and stood there in a pair of murky blue underwear briefs, he took a small tube from his pocket and began to squeeze a good size amount onto the end of the rubber assembly and spread it all over the black surface until it shone dimly in the light.
"Nurse, prep the patient for his enema." The doctor chuckled out, little drips of frothy bubbly white foggy water escaped the end of the semi-thin bulbous head of the dark rubber citadel as Michael only stared.
The giggling friendly little pony male crept close to his nervous body, unzipping his pants and letting them fall around his ankles. Michael could only stay there rigid in disbelief as delicate warm little fingers teased his cock through white cotton boxer shorts, lowering his underwear and then dove forward with his petite muzzle to attack and devour the limp form of his cock in an envelope of velvety equine wetness; body threatening to drop like a pile of unsteady boulders as a delicate tongue wandered all over his shaft and tip in the most intimate caress ever known.
For long moments, that daring silken tongue brought him nearly to orgasm multiple times, but never let him release. After the seventh denial, and the need of his impatient quaking thighs, the gentle warm pony snout finally granted his wish and let him shoot.
-SUDDENLY-
Michael found the mouth leave his cumming cock at the same time that a harsh force slammed him forward and tripped him perfectly to land bent over the ponys' back with his human rump high in the air for a perfect helpless position for a spanking.
A hand snapped briskly on his buttocks with the deep affectionate voice of the stallion following. "Good, I think your in the perfect position for your enema, right nurse?"
The pony giggled, Michael feeling the cute little tremor of the lace-clad body underneath his stomach, the ponys' adorable blushing face agreed with a cute nod.
He tried to look backwards, but the angle was too awkward for him to see much. "You never told me what an enema is!" He protested, the energetic boisterous voice laughed in response.
"Don't you worry; I'm sure it'll be an interesting experience for you. My little nurse slut enjoys one at least twice a week for our fun."
Michael couldn't picture himself or the pony drinking all that milky warmed water, so it was then that the truth lurked into his brain like a phantom and caused him to panic. "No! Please don't; I wasn't built for that!" He protested, even as he saw the giant shadow of the doctor creep over behind him; two ghostly hands reaching down to touch his jutting ass...
He shivered as something cold and wet slid all over his ass as the doctor rubbed it all around like quicksilver slime and for the briefest moment, those thick fingers spread his cheeks, delved in, slickened his resisting skin. He sighed involuntarily as greasy large fingers began to slide in and out of his anus as the doctor laughed in his usual amused way.
He took a deep breath as something even thicker pushed against his asshole; a smooth object that threatened to stretch his hole more than he was comfortable with. With a start, he tried to roll off and crawl away, but the pony nurse was prepared.
In less than a second, the girly pony rolled himself over and from where he lay on his back on the ground, he thrust his hard hooves up against the humans' chest and stomach--holding him helplessly dangling in the air with those muscular legs as if he were some little girl's ragdoll even while the pony slut smiled up mischievously. "It's for your own good." He giggled out, rubbing the frog of one of his hooves against Michael's slimy half-limp erection.
The human found that no matter how he rolled or struggled, the pony who had him lifted in the air could easily counter all of his attempts and kept him balanced and aloft. Even when the nurse tilted his butt high in the air for the Clydesdales' convenience, Michael didn't realize how truly helpless he had become to the two of them.
He let out a loud squeal of surprise as the anal intruder pressed against his firm resisting asscheeks for a second try; the buttplug probe sliding easily into his tight defenses and suddenly popped securely into his devirginized passage with one lubricated shove of fullness.
Michael gave a low whine, clearly admitting how helpless he had become as the doctor rubbed his tush and he could hear the hiss of air even as the devastating rubber plug nozzle rapidly tripled in size and locked into his ass irremovably like some kind of anal dam.
The humiliation was only starting, as he felt warm giant hands knead his ass, the unclamped tube let loose with a gushing torrent of water that flooded and snaked into his bowels with unbelievable slickness.
With a rising feeling of disgust and nausea, he felt his belly bloat up with water until it felt like he was carrying around a watermelon. The trickle finally ceased as he fell on his side onto the cold tile floor as the slightest motion made his bowels cramp up with a sudden urge to vomit as the sensation of ripping dull hooks wandered all over his innards.
Then he felt muscular hands grab around his belly and easily lift him over broad firm shoulders as his warily blinking eyes caught the sight of the she-pony idly working on the bag and clamping the hose as he detached it from the flimsy little deflated bag, carrying the hose in his hands as if some sort of bridesmaid at a wedding as he was taken naked through the empty cold halls into a room at the end.
He shuddered as the big stud flicked on a light switch and the lights of a freshly cleaned bathroom hummed to life along with mild gusts of a ceiling fan system from inside ventilation ducts.
A new cold blew over his body and clung as if ethereal slime from a bog. He wasn't prepared for the innate chill of the hospital, and so, to his bare body, it was an unpleasant surprise.
The doctor had him easily seated on the seemingly frozen plastic seat of the toilet; his plugged rear suddenly unclamped and from his pressure of bearing down, a torrent of water erupted from his body as if a dam had broken.
He found himself deflate with relief into the toilet and collapsed forward on his lap in a slouching position as the rest of the enema trickled from his buns with flickering squirts of warmness.
Then Michael fell tiredly to the cold floor as the she-pony nurse easily caught him; wiping his tush thoroughly with a large sponge before the doctor picked him up again and carried him back to the exam room.
"Time for your exam!" The muscular creature snickered out excitedly as he casually trotted forth to the room with the pretty pink-dressed she-pony following energetically behind with teasing flicks of his tail as he cantered ever cutely.
He was definitely delirious, as 'exam', didn't sound like much fun as he thought about it. The enema certainly wasn't.
His thoughts drifted until he felt the furry warmth of the giant shirtless chest and his body almost seemed to melt over the horse like chocolate.
The soft trance of horse musk and clip-clops of calm trotting on the tile is abruptly torn asunder by a sudden sickening crash from the muscular shoulders onto the waiting exam table as though he were a sack of beans.
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Michael glances up dizzily as the two muscular horsefists easily seize his ankles and stick them on the stirrups--locking them in with canvas restraining straps as though he were in an insane asylum about to receive a speculum.
The horse gazed hungrily over his spread cheeks and his barely hidden asshole, and he realized that his observation was quite close to the truth.
"Time to take his temperature, and then a colonoscopy." The stallion declared, stepping to the side as the little candy stripping pony approached daintily toward his defenseless rump with a giant needle filled with clear fluid.
"Injection ready!" She giggled out, experimentally pushing the plunger and making a little of the strange liquid ooze out the end.
It dripped onto the floor like a small gob of viscous spit as he eyed the sharp tip warily and shuddered. He hated getting shots--especially gallon-filled monster needles.
"Open wide, you little anal slut!"
Michael shuddered in fear as the sharp tip of the needle stabbed between his asscheeks painfully into his netherlips, and then slid slickly into his butt as the she-pony delivered a warm thick mix of some kind of juice or oil into his ass.
He bucked against the exam table as the Clydesdale easily used his hands to restrain his arms. He shuddered with long torrents of sweat covering his eyes along with damp hair--it was an uncomfortable fullness and he waited not a second in shooting all of it out of his ass into a long-mouthed bucket below.
The pony giggled, lowering her panties with kinky ease as a little sissy girlcock jumped up and hardened like a small twig. Michael whined helplessly as the pony slowly pushed his member into the slick oozing hole until it rested fully immersed in his anal flesh like a long plug; the pony drooling in ecstacy as 'she' held it in place and sighed.
All he could do was play with it inside him, and it certainly felt a little good to have something in there. He didn't know exactly why, though.
The pony shivered in pleasure and giggled, withdrawing her cock from his hole as she began to play with it using her fingers. "I thinks he's about normals-heehee!."
The Clydesdale dropped his undies and quickly sported a rapidly stiff monster of a cock like a boa constrictor or a small lampost.
Michael was struck by a hidden reverent lust upon seeing it--part of him wished to feel it, but it was obvious he would feel it irregardless. This time, in a more intimate way.
The stallion snickered, making his lance of a cock bob obscenely like a diving board. "Nurse, anesthetize our patient, will you? And I mean with that tasty technique you are so good at." He mused, his cock oozing horseslime like a meat faucet.
He watched as the she-pony mounted some pull out steps on the exam table and straddled skinny legs over his chest before crouching his rump down and stuffing his face with steamy hot pony cheaks--the stink of male anus smothering his nose as his cock stiffened even harder into a flagpost as the giant stallion laughed boisterously and devoured his small organ with one rapid gulp of his muzzle before letting it go and chill in the cold air.
Time itself seemed to drain like molasses out of a jar as the shuddering feminized body worked and gyrated all over his face with the overpowering stink of equine musk even as he felt himself melt into the canvas padding of the table and let the heat of the plump horse rear radiate into his cheeks and nose like pony sunbeams.
His whole body shivered as his muscles slumped and as his hairs all over his skin tingled to the sudden surrender of this intensely stimulated sexual tinged trance state. The hair on his head tickled as a strange stream of numbing paralysis crawled into his arms and legs like ice.
Except for breathing, Michael found himself unable to move but still quite pleased and content with the atmosphere. His breath steamed against the tight puckered pink ponystar as a long silky tail came over his left ear as if a silken scarf.
The beauty of the clinic world came into his being even as he heard the hum of the air-conditioning and the shaded rays of light from the bright streamers of fleurescent bulbs above.
He became as water, and his body pliable as clay in the skilled hands of an artist. Light strokes of powerful hands worked sensuously over his thighs and buttocks, though he did not cringe or react to the contact in any way. His world had slowed and now his body had become a vessel for which one skilled in such matters could turn it into art.
Michaels eyes closed, his breathing almost ceased, his body melted like ice. Besides the barest intake of equine essence between two heated nostrils, he capitulated to the will of the doctor and could no more resist than a lump ready to become a pot.
"Good and calm we see? Then I will begin the exam."
The sound of rubber snapping and liquid squishing came into his ears harshly like a clamor. He easily ignored it to the obscurity of the long hum of machines.
Then he arced his back in shock as an icy thick finger stabbed into his anus like a blunt icicle and resolved into a puddled state of subconsciousness as the finger and lube warmed inside his body; sliding in and out ever slow and gentle with emphasis on working his tiny manhole ever wider.
He felt the tiny trickle of the the rest of the gallon of lube leaking out of his body but paid it no attention as another finger was introduced into his body and proceeded to bang his virgin passage like a slow-moving cock.
"There's your spot, huh boy?" The doctor calmly praises, before he stuffs in another of his large fingers.
Michael can only lay there and let the ever increasing number of fingers mold him...remake his body for their owm purpose...before fingers eventually turn into a fist and he finds himself penetrated utterly by something he never envisioned...
But he knew that as wrought as his body was only hours ago, it would bend ever more easily to the masterful attention of such an assertive power.
The fist inside him would have been too big, would have hurt, but his body was now in control by the doctor and muscle obeyed expectantly to the demands placed upon it by the firm slow strokes of the certain pounding horsefist.
Resistance ebbed away like the gushing of the lubricant, and all that he could think about was the doctor digging deeper and deeper into his ass like an equine drill even as he breathed slowly into the ponyass as if a face mask--savoring the sweet dirty male smell wafting into his nose.
His anus quaked, and pulsed, and sucked longingly over every inch of the Clydesdale's wrist and elbow as his limb plunged further into the catacombs of assflesh as if spelunking.
He felt the horse elbow wriggle over his spincter and was unable to resist a blush as the arm burrowed into his newly cavernized ass all the way to the shoulder as if his rear were some obscene glove built perfectly for the task.
"Mmmmm. Loose enough, now, but still tight enough to be fun." The doctor remarked, slowly pulling his arm out and as Michael felt his ass suddenly empty of its prize. Then came a slow clamour of wet farting noises from the vacuum left behind.
He felt it suddenly...
The doctor left it sitting limply on his stomach like a sleepy sun-warmed snake.
He couldn't believe it; the cock felt so thick and heavy--easily seven pounds of flesh lay on him, getting thicker and heavier with every passing second.
It was a long moment he dreaded, as he had never been fucked by anything in his life. He had played with dildoes before, but that was far different from having a cock thrusting into his body without his ability to control how fast or hard it went.
The heat from the unfurled organ now marinated aptly into his skin until he felt as if someone had urinated on his belly, yet he knew it only to be the hypnotic sensation of the horsecock.
But it was certainly growing larger--that was no illusion. Michael had no reservations about the beastly stinking thing quadrupling in size and weight right upon him as he waited calmly in the limbo of pretty perfumed pony pucker.
He breathed deeply into the silky warm ponyass, reaching his hands down to feel the Clydecock with curious fingers. His erection grew as he felt all along the smooth hot skin with slow strokes of fingertips; the cock dribbling a long bubbly froth of energetic fiery seed down his side like a stallion waterfall.
As his fingers wandered down the stallion dong, they encountered the warm spongy soft flesh of the glans--it was monumentally thick and wide with a flare like a floppy mushroom top. His palm tried to feel it...hold onto the enormity of the member...but his hand barely covered the urethra as inches of slippery hot flesh continued to bulge easily out of hisfingertips.
Oh gawd! He couldn't envision the feeling of the huge cock or the way it would certainly split apart his fragile human ass.
The monster member slid easily from his grasp to the casual incensed chuckling of the doctor. When he no longer felt the warmth and weight on his belly, he still felt the three foot length of it ever hard and ready with a blistering aura of cock heat in the air nearby.
Firm certain clip-clops on the floor brought his attention to the casual grinding presence of the horse as he seemed to ready himself for the monumental task of fucking a tight human ass.
A peek from one of his eyes between the pillowy gap between the pony slut's taut balls allowed him to see the horny beast of a doctor rubbing white powder all over his cockhead and shaft that somewhat looked like flour.
As soon as the glans dribbled like a bubbling brook, he watched in amazement as the powder became drenched and dripped off in slimy egg-white streamers of lube.
The stallion greased his cock with J-Lube; veterinary hand lube for rectal palpation of cows and horses that was so slick, it was like warm wet ice.
The doctor rubbed copious drooling pre all over his white powdered ghost of a member. In moments, the entire length shined and dripped as if a melting icecicle of horsedong. "Who's ready for an exam?" He snickered out, positioning himself easily between Michaels spread thighs.
He held his breath as he waited at the threshold of being penetrated so deeply. The seconds seemed to tick by in long clicks of sound as the horsecock now crept closer to his ass.
Michael gasped deeply in the hot flesh of the pony rump as he felt the scalding-hot head of the equine intruder ever ready at his rear gate. It was a firm mushroom of cock that ever slowly prodded at his asslips.
Resistance meant nothing to that Clydesdale, as he continued to push easily inside and pop whatever was left of his sphincter integrity with one gradual meaty thrust of powerful thighs.
He shivered as the horsecock drilled into his body and turned him into a sex toy; wet horse shaft crawling through his straightened rectal passages as firmly and surely as a spear.
In no small measure, he found himself not merely helpless, but completely afraid. Soon the horse was balls deep in his ass, and Michael lay helplessly all flopped out on the table as a ragdoll while the studly beast waited a long moment...before proceeding to thrust and withdraw his shaft of meat like a piston in an engine. To some, this is what they would call literal horsepower.
Though his ass began to ache with every shove of the horsecock into his body, the repetition of the organ slowly massaging his insides was quite pleasureable. Probably because three feet or so of stallion member were dragging over his prostate like a man-milking machine. In no time flat, Michael could see himself cumming hands-free just from the rubbing of the cock alone.
With a renewed state of lust, he found himself licking up at the ponies' asshole while the giant stud worked his greasy thick pole in and out between his red blushing asscheeks.
Michael had never experienced true anal fullness as people in the fisting community know so well, but he was a quick learner to its myriad of intensely passionate pleasures.
This felt amazing. It was a level of ecstacy he never even came close to experiencing with his aluminum set of anal dilators.
Every slap of giant horse balls against his buttocks heightened the euphoria even more. "Ohhhhh...examine me harder!" He spattered out harshly, an impatient animalistic voice not his own as his bowels were crammed full of the slick hotness of the doctor.
If he had known it would be like this, he'd have volunteered to go to this clinic a long time ago. That was certainly saying something for one who was not used to seeing the horse species attractive among the myriad of others. Maybe he would have invited a guy to fuck him, but it would not come close to comparing with this barbaric and certainly impassioned action by what amounts to a horny beast.
Michael felt every vein, blemish, and mark on that cock as they scraped along his sensitive anus and rectum--sealing themselves into his subconscious memory. No toy, no other cock could please him the way this one did. Even another stallion paled in comparison as the Clydesdale had already imprinted himself onto Michaels' soul and libido forever like some interchangeable part that could not be forgotten nor left behind.
"Fuck me faster, Mr. Horsie...Uh yeah...make me your dirty slut mare."
The doctor snorted forcefully in response, surprised, as he took his powerful hands and gave the human a playful series of spanks on his widely cock-stretched asscheeks.
Michael couldn't see, but he knew what it looked like. The huge draft cock must be planted in his body in such a way, that his rear looked like an innertube wrapped uncertainly about the haunches of a questionably girthy man or woman at the beach.
The warm cum splattering on his chest from his own organ barely registered as the intensity of the provocative horse organ held him aloft on a plateau of blissfully cock-filled pleasure.
How long could a horse go on for? He had seen nature shows where stallions ram into a mare for less than a minute and trot off someplace else, but whether real or imagined passage of time, it certainly felt he had been fucked longer than a minute.
He floated in ecstacy like wings of feral lust into the clouds for what seemed like hours. It just felt too unreal for less than ten minutes to have passed. The horse was clearly taking his time and savoring every thrust with patience.
Michael drifted on the waves and felt as if he fell through the sky, never to hit the Earth below.
The sudden fiery sensation of gallons of horsecum flooding his bowels like a moon-lit tide jarred him awake from his content meditation as he gasped in surprise and took every drop greedily into his small body as though he needed it to survive.
His belly and intestines were full of horse juice as he focused on the throbbing, cumming member still shooting and lodged deeply in his ass. Even as the flow from the horsecock ebbed and the head engorged into a huge soft mass to plug his body, the firm member stayed all the way inside him up to the sheathe. The horse member continued to pulse with a fierce powerful heartbeat as Michael waited impatiently for whatever might come next.
The Clydesdale sighed tiredly, rubbing sweat from his forelock as he gave Michaels firm member a few teasing strokes with his oversized fingers. "Well, the colonoscopy is complete and I couldn't find any polyps or abnormal growths in there no matter how hard I tried, and I went farther than most other doctors do." He remarked in a teasing way.
Michael could only utter an exasperated sigh into the warm ponyass and fall asleep, still firmly connected to his doctor.