A Plague Doctor shows up in Equestria What do? I'm working

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>>28538725
>Be born in the 14th century
>Raised up in a shit hole peasent village near London
>Always had an interest in the medical arts since you were a wee lad
>Be lucky enough to have parents that somehow know how to read
>You read both Holy Books and medical texts on your off time
>After gaining a fairly loose understanding of medicine you become the village doctor
>You weren't very good but at least 1 out of every 3 of your patients survived your operations
>One day you hear that one of the other kingdoms will be fighting against your own
>Ohshit.jpg
>The next battle is taking place less than a few miles away from your home
>A messenger tells you and your peasant neighbors to stay inside and wait for the battle to be over
>Fuck that, you’re going to watch
>You head off to watch the battle from an old farm house which overlooked the battlefield
>Sitting down in some hay, nearby a window, you see the two armies line up against one another in a field
>After a few agonizing moments, one army charged into the other
>Though you could not see much from your position, the defending army was immediately sprayed by a volley of arrows, and their enemies ran into their spear wall
“Rather foolish, that…”
>You didn’t really know much about battle tactics, but that did seem pretty stupid
>While pondering the tactics of these men, you notice 3 defending soldiers riding on horseback right towards the barn you were in
>One of them appeared to be injured
>You just barely manage to hide yourself before they kick down the wooden door

continue?

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>>28538725
Interesting.
I wanted to do one on what would happen if an Elder Lich shows up in Equestria.

>>28538746
First rule of writefaging. Never ask if you should continue, just dump what you got, and wait for feedback.

>>28538746
lurker here would love to read more.

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>>28538746
>From your hiding spot you saw two soldiers carrying the third into your view
>The two wore what appeared to be chain mail while the third was doned in an expensive royal tunic, reinforced with a steel chest piece
>He also wore a fucking crown
>Royal?
>One of the men barked to his comrade
>“Set down His Lordship, on that table!”
>>“Understood!”
>Yep, definitely royal
>The crowned man groaned loudly as he was placed on the wobbly furniture
>He struggles to keep a composed expression as he asks
>>>“I don’t really see what the big deal is, men! It was simply an arrow in my leg, I don’t feel bad at all!”
>He moves his left leg to prove his point, immediately regretting it as the searing pain causes him to scream aloud
“Lord have mercy…”
>The soldiers turn immediately to where you were
>You mentally kick yourself for being so retarded
>>“Who is there! Show yourself”
>They raise their blade
>Knowing that they would probably think you were an enemy if you continued to hidden, you gulped, stepped out into the open with your hands raised
>One of them approaches and throws you to the floor, knocking the wind out of you
>While you are recovering, he checks you for weapons
>Satisfied that you were unarmed, he gets up
>“Just a peasant, Your Highness. What should we do with him?”
>Struggling to look at the two of you, he points to a nearby support beam
>>>“The other s-sentry, tie him up...we need to get the word out that I need a doctor!”
>Hearing that title, perks your attention, as you get up from the floor
“I am a doctor, My Lord!”
>Wait, maybe that wasn't the best idea
>The soldiers point their swords at you again
>The royal raises a brow
>>>“Is t-that s-so?”
>Blood was starting to drip from the table
>>>“What school did you grad-”
He just passed out

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>>28538746

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>>28539121
>One of the soldiers immediately rushes to the unconscious lord
>After shaking him, he comes to
>One of the soldiers grips you violently
>“If you say you are a medicine man, then save him!”
>He shoves you almost on top of the injured man
>Looking down at him, he was barely holding on
>You think to yourself “Okay, okay… you’ll need a pair of tweezers, something hot, and some bandages”
>You turn to the two soldiers and tell them what you need
>They scurry off looking for things in the barn that matched your descriptions
>Coming back, you were less than pleased
>A metal clamp, some old fabric, and a glowing branding iron
>Frowning you take the fabric and clamp
>Oh, you’ll need a knife
“I’ll need your sword, sir.”
>Offended by your request, one of them glares
>The other quickly gives you his blade, roughly bumping into his college
>Taking the blade you cut open the cloth around the wound
>The injury was seeping crimson with a snapped off arrowhead plunged into his calf
>Thankfully it was only an inch and a half into him
>Throwing the blade aside you grab the clamp with one hand and the cattle iron in the other
>You look up from your impromptu patient, you give an awkward grin to the soldiers
“If you two could so kindly put something in his mouth, it would be welcomed!”
>Briefly taken aback by your request, one of them removes his leather sword sheath and puts it in the lord’s mouth
>You breath in deeply
“Okay, here we go!”

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>>28539164
>Immediately, you tear the foreign object from his leg, which spews out blood in response
>The royal barely is able to suppress his scream of pain as he squeezes his eyes shut and groans aloud
>Roughly pulling the wound closed with the clamp, you plunge the glowing cattle iron onto his wound
>The royals eyes shoot open, his neck and forehead bulge with veins, as he lets out a muffled shriek
>The scabbard does its job as his jaw clamps down on it, saving his tongue from being severed by his teeth
>His terrible scream moves through the thick scabbard, filling the barn with his anguish
>He kicks violently, trying to get you off of him
>Your tools almost get lost to you in his pitiful struggle
>You had to continue
>You had to get a grip https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyCtfd8w6JQ
>Frantically you turn to the other, mortified soldier
“Don’t stand there! Hold him down!
>The soldier obeys and holds the royal’s leg still
>His skin sizzles and scalds as the wound stops bleeding
>Thankfully the royal passes out from his pain
>You take the ‘bandages’ and pact the wound
>The soldier holding his scabbard from the royal’s mouth removes it and the other lets go of his leg
>You wipe the sweat from your brow

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>>28539263
>The one that helped you sighs aloud while the other gives a disgruntled look at his sheath which now deformed by teeth imprints
>Finishing up and tying a knot on the bandage, 5 infantrymen run into the barn
>They wore the same uniform that your ‘assistants’
>“We came as soon as we could! The battle is won!”
>The announcing soldier notices the royal beneath you
>“Wait... is that the King? By God, is he alright?”
>One of the soldiers that helped you, removes his helmet and smiles at you
>“Indeed he is, and we have our doctor friend here to thank! Why, if he hadn’t have come to us when he did, Our Majesty would surely be dead!”
>The 5 soldiers give shocked looks
>The soldier with damaged scabbard slaps you on the back
>“By the grace of God, we thank you doctor! What is your name, pray tell?”
>Shocked by their overwhelming admiration, you stutter
“A-Anonymous, sir.”
>“N-nonsense. That’s not your name…”
>Bewildered you look down
>The King was awake, much to your surprise
>The men all bow immediately at the monarch
>He turns to his men, disappointed
>“Do not bow to me! Bow to him, Anonymous ‘The Healer’”
>Your mouth is agape and all of his men double take between you two
>The King unsheathes his scabbard blade, and motions you to take it
>“For your service for God, the King, and for your Kingdom, I grant you my blade...”
>The gold hilt and chained grip was immensely intimidating
>Latin text was engraved up its center
>It read "Quattuor reges ut omnes facerem salvos: Mournival"
>From what you learned from your youth, it translated to "Four kings together, to by all means save some: Mournival"
"I...uh...well, tha-"
"and the spot to be my personal physician!"
>You fall to the floor
>Before you completely pass out, you hear the King laugh a jolly laugh, which is cut short by a grunt of pain

That's it for now. I'll post some more either later or tomorrow.

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>>28539424
write more soon as possible please

>>28539424
Promising, please continue.

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>>28539424
“Now, now Dutchess, no need to fight!”
>You firmly plant your shoe upon the woman's breast, as you try again with more leverage
>You readjust the pliers in her mouth, getting a solid grip
>The woman’s pained grunts are your only response, as your assistants held her in place
“I. almost. got. It!”
>The rotten molar is yanked from her mouth, sending you flying backwards into your medical cabinet
>Rubbing your head, you look around in a disorientated haze
>Your gaze lands on the tooth, covered in an unpleasant mix of blood and saliva
>With a gloved hand you take the tooth and a cloth from a table
>You hand the two to the Dutchess
“My treatment for now is to use this cloth to stop the bleeding and every evening before you go to bed, you will rinse your mouth with a mixture of wine, and alum powder. I’ll see you next week for your follow up.”
>Your assistants help her to the door as she muttered very unlady-like profanities, with the cloth in her mouth
“Bye now, Dutchess Veronica! God be with you,”
>Out of earshot you add
“You old bitch!”
>Your two assistants look rather spent, so with a wave, you dismiss them
>Closing time at last!
>Today's patients were as dull as usual
>The odd headache, pained gut, constipation, and as of recently, toothaches
>You had really had no issue with the royal clientele but it sure was boring
>With a sigh you remove your gloves and your bloodied apron
>When putting your garb away for the night an oddly shrill voice beckons from the doorway

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>>28540391
>Turning you noticed it was the King’s polygamist messenger
>You were certain you could cure his sinful disease with bloodletting or a drill to the cranium but the King refused your offers every time
>His Majesty said that his feminine demeanor entertained him more than the Court’s jester
>The polygamist opened a scroll when you looked at him
>“Your King is in need of your assistance in a personal matter, Doctor Anonymous!”
>The feminine man clicks his heels then skitters away
>Rubbing your temples together you sigh
“Better see what it is…”
>Before stepping out of your office, you put on your waist scabbard which housed Mournival, the sword the King gifted you two years ago


>Knocking on the King’s door you hear a little commotion on the other side
>Concerned you lean against the door, putting your ear against it
“My Liege..?”
>As soon as you put your weight on the door, it swung open
>You promptly feel on your face
>“My, my, my friend! You must be more careful!”
>You grunt, face down on his fur carpet
“Nife fu shee you, yoursh Mahashee…”
>He chuckles, hoisting you off the floor
>Seeing you erect, he brushes the dirt off your shoulders then embraces you
>You give him an unenthusiastic pat on the back in return
“You, uh, wanted to see me, my King?”
>The King pulls you back away to arms length, then let's go
>He gives you a childlike pout
>“So, ‘The Healer’ Anonymous has no time to jest with his King? Such seriousness for a man of your age! A bore, you are!”
>You give a brief chuckle, noticing how uptight you were right now with your Master and dearest friend
“I apologize, I'm just a bit tired after today's patients…”
>The King raises a brow, interested
>He walks you to a small table and sits you down
>“Oh really? Pray tell, chum!”
>He is pouring two cups of wine in silver chalices

>>28540423
“Well… Dutchess Veronica-”
>The King lets out a uproarious laugh
>“That hag?! Oh my dear boy, please let me guess! Was it constipation?”
“No.”
>“Foul vapors?”
“No.
>“Being an old bitch?”
“Oh I wish it was! But no, your Majesty, it wasn't”
>He looks disappointed
>“Then what, old boy? Spit it out!”
>The King sits down across from you on the table, and hands you a chalice of wine
“Tooth decay.”
>“‘Tooth decay’? Well I guess if you only eat sugared sweets all day, you’d get that...I liked my guesses better to be honest…”
>You smile, rolling your eyes
>Sipping your wine you mutter
“Of course, your Majesty.”
>His fist slams on the table
>Startled you turn to him, expecting him to be angry by your lack of manners
>Surprisingly enough, he wasn't mad, just serious
>“Having wine isn’t the reason why I summoned you here tonight, my dear doctor. There have been rumors circulating with the peasants, rumors so worrying that they have reached my ear from my Royal Court. Would you happen to know what I am referring to?”
>His sudden change in tone concerned you
>You put the chalice on the table
“No, I don’t think I do, my King. To be honest I've been working in my office for at least three days straight.”
>The King is shocked
>“‘Three days’? By God, what have you been doing my boy?”
>Shifting in your chair you smile, being able to describe your daily schedule with someone who cared
“Well I've actually been working on a potential line of experi-”
>“Enough about that, friend. Now, what were we discussing?”
>Hiding your annoyance at your opportunity to share your thoughts destroyed, you groan
“‘The rumors’, your Majesty?”
>Clapping his hands together, he continues
>“Yes, yes, thank you!”

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>>28540437
>His tone deepens to a low whisper
>It seemed as if the room’s temperature dropped and a howling night breezed echoed through the fire lit room
>A chill runs down your back
>“So, these rumors are quite concerning, disturbing even… whispered talk of the mainland being swallowed up in a sinister cloud of taint...towns emptying in a single night...a threat which make the most steadfast Knight tremble... the Devil and the Death dancing side by side in the pale moonlight...a pestilence…”
>He leans in closer, you gulp
>“Have you ever heard of the Black Death, my friend?”

Just noticed I forgot to namefag for 3 of my notes...nice...
Anyways, that's enough out of me for tonight
If anyone else is interested in writefagging, please do
Goodnight, /mlp/

>>28540496
Got any pastebin friendo? It's a very nice start

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>>28538725
explain to this medieval backwater fool every step involved in the production and cause of the black death, invalidating their entire existance.

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>>28540496
This is pretty good.

>>28538725
>inb4 SCP-049

>>28538826
He-man style skelator antics

>>28540590
Just made it a minute ago. Never really had to use it.
I mainly type in Docs

http://pastebin.com/u/QuietResolutions

Happy birthday, everyone.

>>28540720
>Stealing my fucking words.
You better put those back, THIEF!

Shit dont die on me

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I hope you don't die

Goodnight bump

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>>28540496
>It's been a year
>A whole year since official reports of deserted mainland cargo ships drifted to your land’s shores
>They were commanded by the Devil himself, with a wicked crew of rats, filth, and the Damned
>Those unfortunate enough to discover these haunting ships, were almost immediately stricken dead with the Pestilence
>The Pestilence, just as your dear King told you, swallowed all in its path
>Refugees were accompanied by cruel revanents and skeletons who played the Devil’s tune
>As every day passed the far away ringing of church bells came closer and closer to His Majesty’s castle
>As soon as the refugees arrived on the horizon, the King ordered the gates to be shut till further notice
>We were to be the last bastion against the Pestilence’s dark crusade
>Weeks past and more and more of those poor bastards outside begged to come in, through bloodied coughs and mournful wails
>Our King finally gave in
>He ordered his physicians to comfort the peasants in their twilight hours
>Thankfully he ordered you to stay in the castle, as your fellow brothers of the Hippocratic Oath ventured outside
>They donned sinister garbs of black and brown cloaks, gloves, boots, and canes to protect themselves from the Pestilence’s grasp
>Most peculiar of all were their masks
>The visors mimicked the face of a bird, beaks stuffed with the pleasant aroma of flowers and frankincense
>Before they left, they hugged their loved ones and said their goodbyes to you personally
>Being the King’s personal caretaker made you their unofficial leader, even though that honor belonged to the King
>To humor them, you prepared a mock mass but along Christ’s Cross, you blessed them with Apollo’s caduceus
>You all repeated the treasured oath you all knew by heart, before they headed off into the fray

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFSp9PvJP1Q

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>>28544979
>You waited alongside the royals in the bastion keep
>The Court was no longer a place of merriment and consumable indulgence that it had so proudly been in the months prior
>Food was running low, as the King all but refused to open the gates in the name of trade
>You trusted his judgement, as was your duty, but others were starting to doubt
>Under the possible threat of treason, the King finally allowed food to enter
>It was spoiled
>All of it
>‘How were these people living off this pig-slop?’ you thought, taking a provisional crate of ‘food’ to your quarters
>Upon cracking it open, a nip of pain pricked your finger
>You recoiled from the box alarmed, and nursing your hand
>Hesitantly you opened it
>Your terror could not be put to words
>In it was a warren of rats and fleas
>Started, the vermin poured from the box and onto the floor
>In a fit of terror and anger, you equipped Mournival and started slaying the filthy creatures
>Not trained with the blade, you only killed 7 before they scurried away into the castle
>Exhausted, you sat in bed
>Why was it so hot in here suddenly?
>Why do you now have a headache?
>It dawned on you
>A drop of sweat rolled down your brow as you trembled in fear
>You were going to call out sick tomorrow, and probably for the last time as well

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>>28545077
>You were the only doctor left
>You were the only one who knew the medical arts in this damned keep
>All of your other colleges were outside, probably dead
>You were about to join them soon
>In your bed you laid
>The King and his priest visited you daily
>You would always warn him to stay away, but he wouldn't hear a word of it
>Damn his stubbornness
>As the buboes raked your body, in your final hours you were surrounded by friends
>The Queen patted your head with a damp cloth, the priest gave his vows, and the King held your trembling hand
>You were barely holding on
“Your M-Majesty..?
>Crying the King looks up at you
>“Yes, my friend?”
“Do you r-remember h-how we met in the b-barn?”
>He smiled, tears running down his cheek
>“Of course! I was injured with an arrow and you came to me, saving my life!”
>You return a smile, struggling to laugh
“Y-you screamed l-like a l-l-little girl…”
>The King laughs aloud, that cheered you up
>“Yes! Yes! I remember that clearly! It wasn't my finest moment wasn't it, Anonymous?”
>You try to laugh but you were too weak
>They all smiled around at you, weeping
>Above you saw a bright light
“...that was my...first...s-surgery...I...thanks...my...f-friend…”
>The light surrounded you as your friends faded away

…...

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>>28545140
>The light gave way to a vibrant blue sky
>You felt yourself lay gently in an open field
>Damp, morning dew grass, wetted the back of your neck
>Birds chirped and bees buzzed
>So, this was Heaven?
>It was as lovely as you imagined it would be
>You closed your eyes again, wanting to savor the moment
>The peacefulness of it all was alien to you and you savored every moment of it
>Before you drifted off to dreamland you could faintly hear a feminine voice
>It spoke English
>“It came from over there..!”

Now we in Equestria, boys!
I'll continue later

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>>28545261
it begins

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>>28538725

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>>28544979
>Being the King’s personal caretaker made you their unofficial leader, even though that honor belonged to the King
>To humor them, you prepared a mock mass but along Christ’s Cross, you blessed them with Apollo’s caduceus
>>28545261
>>28545077
>>28545140
>the King held your trembling hand
>You were barely holding on
“Your M-Majesty..?
>Crying the King looks up at you
>“Yes, my friend?”
>“Do you r-remember h-how we met in the b-barn?”
>He smiled, tears running down his cheek
>“Of course! I was injured with an arrow and you came to me, saving my life!”
>You return a smile, struggling to laugh
>“Y-you screamed l-like a l-l-little girl…”
>The King laughs aloud, that cheered you up
>“Yes! Yes! I remember that clearly! It wasn't my finest moment wasn't it, Anonymous?”
>You try to laugh but you were too weak
>They all smiled around at you, weeping
>Above you saw a bright light
>“...that was my...first...s-surgery...I...thanks...my...f-friend…”
fucking based plauge anon, great work writefriend keep it up

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>10
don't you fucking dare die on me

>>28538725
plague doctors didn't actually do anything though, they just looked creepy.

stupid meme that needs to die.

Excellent thread so far.

>>28546596
You are stupid.

bump for ravenface

p.10 bump

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>>28545261
>You awake after your much earned nap
>You smile contently, crossing your fingers on your chest
>Hey, your in Heaven now! Might aswell get as relaxed as possible
>You were planning on meeting some angels later, maybe even God Himself
>If he found you interesting enough to take notice
>'You were pretty important!' you thought
>Although something was off…
>Where originally it felt like you were laying down in a field of dewed grass, now felt rough, itchy, and uncomfortably familiar
>Gripping a handful of the material you noticed it was hay
>You were also wearing your operating gloves
>Suddenly confused with your current predicament, you sat up
>You were in what appeared to be a barn although it was unusually decorated
>The walls were painted a deep red, and the support beams were a bright white
>There were ornate engravings of vines and what appeared to be apples
>The interior of the barn was being illuminated by wall holes
>Curious to see the outside you got up and went to poke your head outside
>*BONK*
>You rub your head
>Why did a peasant barn have glass windows?
>Tapping the glass plane confirmed your suspicions
>Although not a craftsman by any degree, the simple clarity and quality was impressive to see
>Not even the windows in the King’s room were of this quality
>But what really got your attention was the rows and rows of apple trees that spread in every direction
>Where are the clouds?
>Where are the angels?
>Where are all the spirits of all the good Christians and Kings?
>Kings...wait, Mournival!
>You just noticed your gifted blade was missing
>In a panic you look around frantically
>Noticing you were on the second floor of the barn, you looked down below
>There on a table laid the King’s blade, as well as your medical bag, cane, and a white cone
>Seeing a ladder you quickly make your way down it
>Your booted foot slips and you fall
>The fact that the fall actually hurt, confirmed your rising fears that you were not in Heaven at all

>>28549079
>Where exactly were you?
>Earth? You died though…
>Hell? No, that's not right because you would most likely be raped and tortured by demons by this point if you were there…
>That was at least was a bit of a comfort to know as you slowly got up, gritting your teeth in pain
>At the table you noticed that the cone was in fact a plague mask
>You raised a brow at it, but didn’t put too much thought on it
>Instead you belted on Mounival to your waist and took the rest of your belongings
>You needed answers
>Where were you?
>Why were you dressed like the men who ventured outside to help the infected?
>Where could you find London and return to your King?
>You made your way to what appeared to be the barn doors
>It started to open by itself

>>28549097
fuck yes.This is glorious

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>>28549097
>Taking a step back in shock, you fumbled to pull out the King’s blade
>The outside sunlight stung your eyes, and with an available hand you attempted to make out who opened the door
>What you saw completely dumbfounded you, you dropped your sword
>There were, what appeared to be three ponies
>These were not ordinary ponies however
>One had an orange coat, a blonde mane, and it wore a wide brim hat
>The other was large stallion with a red coat, and a short orange mane
>The last one was the strangest of all
>If anyone in the kingdom told you they saw a unicorn, you would have accused them of believing in children's fairy tales and perhaps call a priest
>But here was a living, breathing unicorn with a bright white coat, a dull pink mane, and what appeared to be a cap emblazoned with a red cross

-Nurse Red Heart POV-

>You were shocked by what you saw
>The thing was bipedal, like a minotaur, but had nothing else in common with those brutish creatures
>It was draped in a thick black cloak of an unknown material and it just dropped its sword
>You were unsure if it was scared or simply just surprised by your appearance
>Applejack, the Element of Honesty, gives you an unsure look, then giggles nervously
>“Ah think ya might of scared it, doc!”
>>“The horse can speak! What it the Lord’s name is going on here?”
>You all are startled that it spoke such fluent Equestrian
>It seemed to have a Buckingham accent
>This was unusual because you were certain that no such species like this creature were native to that area
>Quickly regaining herself before you, Applejack asked the creature
>“We’re all as equally surprised to see that you can talk, pardner! What are you?”
>The being seemed to think before answering
>It stuttered
>>“The p-personal doctor of His Majesty the King of London.”
>You shared perplexed glances, even Applejack’s quiet brother Big Macintosh was confused
>What's a London?

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>>28549257
>But what did sound familiar was the point that it called itself a doctor
>From its clothing of black, it looked more like a coroner than a member of the medical arts
>Wait, you knew a spell which might help you out right now
>You faintly cast it
>...'The Hippocratic Oath'? Seems important
>You recited it

-Anon’s POV-
>At first confused why its horn glowed, you stiffened where you stood
>How could this little unicorn know the sacred Hippocratic Oath by heart?
>Some of the names were changed but regardless it made no sense
>You were starting to lose it
>Stuttering to find your breath, your voice cracks
“How?”
>The unicorn takes a step forward
>Instinctively you go for Mournival
>The two others menacing approach but the white mare holds them back
>You hold up the blade, more scared than angry
>What is going on?
>The pony’s gaze looks at you with a sincere look
“I mean you no harm, doctor.”
>Your grip on the handle tightens
“I don't know how you know the oath of Apollo, but leave me!”
>She takes a step forward, her gaze is caring, harmless
>“You are in a dark place right now, I can help.”
>Its horn illuminates for a second time
>You bear your teeth, and move right up to the pony
>You bear the tip a mere inch from her exposed neck
>Much to your futile anger, the pony was not fazed
>You are struggling to look fierce
“I am London’s most prized physician, I have feared no evil! I am warning you..!”
>It interrupts your tirade
>With a warm smile and gentle blue eyes it says this
>“The King always loved you like a brother, Anonymous ‘The Healer’.”

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>>28549345
-Nurse Red Heart’s POV-
>By the Princesses, you hoped the mind reading spell worked
>The alien doctor trembles, struggling to keep its demeanor
>Finally it falls to its knees, dropping its sword
>Applejack and her brother run to attack
>You turn to them
“STOP!”
>Shocked by your order they almost trip on themselves
>The lonely doctor looks up at you, silently weeping
>You embrace it’s form the best you can, as its shoulders were almost as big as you were
>The cloaked being stiffens at your embrace
“He loved you like a brother, Anon. No pony will hurt you here…”
>The being sobs deeply into your shoulder
“It's okay.... It's okay…”

>>28549373
That's it for me tonight
See you guys around

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>>28549381
plaguedoctors are the best.this story is prety interesting so far.please continue tomorrow

>>28549373
Loving it so far, Anon, keep it up

Crow-man bump

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>>28538725
Be an edgy anti hero ofc.

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>>28549373
why do I have this feeling that he brought the plague with him

>>28551373
Pls no

>>28551408

>>28549257
>nurse redheart
>unicorn

wat

>>28540496
Since you said please. I'll scrounge together a story.
I'll try to make it correlate as best I can to your universe but won't do anything to disrupt your flow hopefully.


>Be born in 14th century
>Raised just outside the prosperous city of Acre.
>Maybe not so much as prosperous so much as lucky.
>Out of all the cities the Ottomans sacked or exterminated, your city he has shown mercy.
>May Allah eternally bless our most loving and compassionate Sultan.
>By His grace and your fathers work as a theologian, you and your family were taken to Baghdad.
>There in the Great Library you read days on end the thousands upon thousands of manuscripts and books from all around the world.
>Battle tactics, explorer notes/maps from the far east, to the holy texts and writings of Muhammad himself!
>You gleamed everything from those corridors.
>However one subject caught your interest.
>The anatomy of humans and the diseases we suffer from.
>Reading all of those historical scrolls you've noticed the Middle East was constantly being bombarded with plagues.
>Some of the scholars working with your dad argue that those plagues were one of the reasons Rome split into the Barbarian West and infidel Byzantine East.
"That won't happen to us. I swear on it."
>For days on end you would study the different diseases people suffer from.
>Whenever a soldier had a wound or even died, you would sit in with the physicians or Iman.
>After years of hard work and dedication Baghdad's Great Bimaristan opened their doors to you.

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>>28549079
>>28549097
>>28549257
>>28549345
>>28549373
nice

>>28551409

bumpity boo

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rough sketch before work

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>>28552875
You forgot a horn, Anon

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>>28538725
I can't find it hosted anywhere but ifunny immediately, and I don't care to crop it.

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>>28553142
nvm, found the rest.

>>28553142
>>28553173
theres way more,anon
http://4archive.org/board/b/thread/558767408

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>>28551541
Ill give a reason why Redheart was a unicorn

>>28552875
Great pic, anon
I might use this later in the story

Anyways, due to college study shit, I may not post a lot today. I never knew the US govt's information was so complicated
Keep it alive, I will return

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>>28552875
nice

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>>28554722
This made me smile.

>>28555782

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>>28551634
>Seeing as this Anonymous didn’t really pose much of a threat, you allowed him to follow you back to the hospital
>Walking through Ponyville, ponies stopped what they were doing to look at the two of you
>A crowd was starting to follow but they remained a safe distance from the alien doctor
>You could hear their fearful and curious remarks about him
>“What is that thing?”
>“Why does it have a beak that doesn't move?”
>“Why does it have a sword?”
>It didn't help matters that your growing headache was growing more unbearable
>Princess Twilight’s unicorn spell was wearing off
>You really wished she told you about the side effects, but you were in a rush to help out Applejack with the Anonymous
>Entering the hospital, Doctor Horse sat behind the reception desk
>The brown unicorn looked up, adjusting his glasses
>“Hey Redheart, I just-”
>His mouth goes wide seeing your companion
>“W-what's that thing?”
>Annoyed you glare at your fellow medical practitioner
“He's not a ‘thing’, Horse, he’s a doctor like you. Although from a different world, but a doctor nonetheless.”
>His shock lessons but he just looks unamused
>“And how would you know that, missy?”
>You roll your eyes
“Mind reading spell.”
>You answer bluntly
>Anonymous raises a finger to object, but rolls in back into his hand with an audible leather squeak
>Doctor Horse lightly chuckles, pointing a hoof at your head
>“Well, that explains the horn. One of the Princess’s spells?”
>You start to walk past him, taunting
“Well look at you, Mister-smarty-hooves! Anyway, got anything to alleviate magical headaches?”
>He wiggles his eyebrows
>“Oh, I got the cure, nurse, if your interested…”
>You scoff at his weak, flirting
“Shut it, Horse. I know where you live.”
>“I'm counting on it! Anyway, magical painrelivant potions are in the back of our supply room under ‘M-P-P’.”
>Your head smarts as you make your way
“Thanks doc…”

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>>28556514
-Anon’s POV-
>You were running out of ways to explain all of this magical wizardry that surrounded you
>Female medical professionals
>Bizarre architecture
>Various magical creatures, as you were certain you saw a few pegasi in the following crowd, and even the occasional griffon
>Magical potions
>And now this so called ‘hospital’, with its clean walls, floors, unknown devices, and ambient sounds
>You think it is music but the instruments were completely foreign to you
>To save your sanity, it would do you well just to explain everything as magic
>It most certainly was, if you'd have to say
>With a vial of red liquid she somehow was able to balance on her hoof, you entered a dark room
>She moves to a small lever on the wall and flicks it up
>Immediately you are blinded by the flash of light that illuminated the room
>It takes your eyes a few moments to recover and readjust
>There was a mysterious glass ball that held a glowing coil within, which illuminated everything nearby
>Curiosity got the better of you as you approached the glowing ball
>Removing one of your gloves, you hold out an exposed hand
>It wasn’t hot at all
>No flame, just a glowing coil
>You poke it, head tilted in amazement
>An amused voice sounds off in front of you
>“It's a lightbulb, Doctor Anonymous”
>You look away from the technological marvel, to the pony nurse
>She smiled at you before downing the vial of liquid
>She shudders from the taste
>Grotesquely the horn on her head was melting away into her cranium
>She must have noticed your recoiling as she turned away, blushing
>“Sorry you had to see that.”
>She moves behind her table and sits down
>You stood there starring
>Confused by you waiting to be seated, she points a hoof to the seat in front of her
>“You can be seated. You can also remove the mask, if you'd like.”
>You shake your head, sitting awkwardly in the small chair
“I'd rather keep it on for now. It's for sentimental reasons, I assure you.”

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>>28556546
>Shrugging her hind legs, she pulls out a piece of parchment and a small metallic cylinder
>When she applied its edge to the parchment, ink came out
>It must be some advanced form of quill and ink, you thought
>She writes out a few scribbles of her alien language, with a hoof
>Still surprised that she had such unnatural precision even though she lacked fingers amazed you
>The nurse notices your gawking
>She gives a light laugh
>“Easily impressed, aren't you?”
>Pointing your cane at her, you glare through your mask
“If you were in my world, I'd expect you to be surprised by everything you saw, nurse”
>“Didn’t mean to offend, doctor”
>You humf, looking away
>“Anyway, you should be glad that I was the first responder to your arrival. I don't want to even think what would have happened if the Guard were the first to see you with that blade of yours.”
>You look down at the golden hilted Mournival
>You give the pony a nervous laugh
>If these guards are the same as the heavy handed brutes that you knew back home, you'd probably be in pieces due to your irrational first impression
“Yes, I guess you're right, Miss..?”
>Embarrassed, she rubs a hoof against her face
>“Oh, by the Princesses I never introduced myself, silly me! I am Nurse Redheart, Doctor Horse’s assistant”
>Annoyed you respond
“Yes, thank you Miss Redheart, thank you. I’d introduce myself, but it would appear that you already know me due to that ‘mind reading’ sorcery of yours…”
>She blushes again
>Awfully embarrassed aren't we?
>“Oh sorry about that! It's just, well, you know… you are an alien with a bird mask, who had a sword and-”
>You hold up a hand, silencing her
“I understand, Nurse Redheart. Just... ask for permission first before you go poking around in my head, okay?”
>She nervously smiles
>“Okay, I'll be sure to do that next time!”

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>>28556590
>The two of you sit there awkwardly for a moment
>You point a gloved finger at the parchment in front of her
“What were you writing, pray tell?”
>She scrambles quickly before answering
>“Oh yes! I was going to ask you what was in your bag.”
>Uncomfortable, you grip your medical bag close to your chest
“Why? Don't you already know what's in it, because that orange pony and her red counterpart brought me to the barn?”
>“Oh, well Applejack and her brother Big Macintosh had no interest in looking through your belongings. Must be a Appleloosan honor tradition or something.”
>She gives you another one of those reassuring gazes with those big blue eyes
>Just like the one she gave you at the barn
>You hate to say it, but she was rather cute
>In a bunny rabbit kind of way…
>Caving in, you groan
“Ugh, fine…”
>You open up the latch of your medical bag and start taking out its contents

-Nurse Redheart’s POV-
>You watched as the masked doctor clicked open his black bag and started taking his belongings out
>They were certainly medical in nature but their primitive and unclean nature appalled you
>They were as followed
1 bonesaw- slightly rusted with chipped teeth
1 amputation knife- slightly dull
1 pair of medical scissors- dirty
1 pair of tweezers- slightly rusted
3 scalpels- varying degrees of sharpness
2 rolls of bandages- unclean
4 vials of unknown powders/syrups/liquids
1 block of wood with rope- why?

>You simply sat there, taking it in
>You must have been doing that for about a minute because Anonymous raises his gloved hand and coughs
>Blinking back to attention, you jot down his ‘supplies’

>>28556664
This is probably all I'll do tonight
Might do some more later
See you folks later

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>>28556691
we eagerly await your return

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>>28556691
just when its getting good...i expect more tomorrow,anon!

bunp

>>28551634
>The Great Bimaristan of Baghdad.
>A beacon of salvation for those in need of medical care, be it against injury or disease.
>Architects instructed by the physicians ensured that the Bimaristan is built in a position that is well ventilated with fresh air.
>The long clean marble hallways and rooms send chills down your spine.
>You made it.
"I am finally going to be a true physician!"
>"*Ahem*"
>A cough from behind makes you modest yourself.
>"Habaan al-Anonymous i presume?"
"Marhaban Sir. Thank you for accepting me. And please just call me Anon."
>"Very well. Let me start by giving you the grand tour."
>You follow the old man down a marble hallway and listen to him ramble.
>"The people of Baghdad live with a self assurance that comes with having physician like you and me who truly care for the sick."
>A moan from a room gets your attention and you watch an Iman pull a cover over a still alive man.
>"Each disease is treated in its own hall, so as to better contain the illness. NEVER CROSS DISEASES! It can end catastrophically for you, me, and the entire city!"
>You jump back at the old mans outburst. You both regain your composure and walk on.
>"A pharmacy adjoins the main building, so as to distribute the medicinal compounds prescribed by physicians. We have a multitude of herbs and remedies for those in need."
>You catch a glimpse of a man in a hijab cutting up various plants.
>"Finally we have the treatment center for inflicted wounds. As in those who are hurt and not sick. You will mainly find soldiers down here."
>A man wearing a bloodied golden robe walks up.
>"Sir please. This pain in my shoulder still lingers."
>"Ah they must not have gotten all the arrow fragments out. Anon, you will assist me in helping our dear Janissary friend."
>And so goes your very first day as an apprentice physician.

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>>28556546
>Female medical professionals

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>>28556590
We finna fug that pone, right?

>>28559296
Don't think so. Since he is a Christian from the Medieval Ages, it wouldn't make much sense for him to put his wiener in a pone
Cuddles definitely
That's all I'll say

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>>28559357
A Christian who has woken up in Ponyland. Mark my words, there is no Anon who can resist the eventuality of pone sexing. Not a single one.

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>>28556664
this is good
continue when you can
>pic unrelated

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eagerly waiting for more

b
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>>28556664
this is pretty good m8

Since you guys love your sex, I'll bite
This isn't canon, but I will return with the story after my classes
First time actually making this sex stuff, btw

>>28561706
If you write it. It's canon. Just make it like Anon has a daydream or something.

>>28559357
>Christian from the Middle Ages
>Anon spreads Christianity throughout Equestria
>battles between ponies loyal to the Princesses and ponies loyal to God break out
>Horse Crusades

>>28561706
Hope you guys enjoy

-3rd POV-
>Anon had a suddenly very sinful fantasy, sitting at the table
>He knew he'd have to whip himself later for it, but he enjoyed it while it lasted

>Nurse Redheart put down the pen, blushing hardly
>Her ears folded back and she seemed uncomfortable in her seat as she reached down for something
>“Oh, I'm sorry doctor, its just this time of year again...you know estrus…”
>Anon mischievously grinned underneath his mask
“I may have to perform a physical examination on you, my little nurse. If you would so kindly lay back on this table here, with your hind legs open, please?”
>The white pony got up from her chair and slowly pushed herself up on the table
>Anon noticed her chair had a large puddle of a clear liquid pooled where she once sat
>Nurse Redheart laid on her back
>Her equine pussy winked at the doctor
>She blushed again, putting a hoof up to her face
>Faking concern, the cloak donned doctor put a hand up to her forehead
“Oh, my dear! You’re burning up!”
>Playing along she responded in fear
>“What should we do, sir?”
“Oh I know exactly what…”
>Without warning Anon plunged his fingers into Redheart’s snatch
>Yelping at the unexpected rush of pleasure, her leg kicks almost hitting Anon in the head
“Now, now… I'll have to restrain you so you don't do anymore harm.”
>Still prodding her insides she just nodded, biting her lip
>Quickly, Anon undid the leather binding that held Mournival to his waist
>Dropping the blade itself to the floor, he used the belt to tie down Nurse Redheart’s legs into a fully spread eagle

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>>28561883
>Fully exposed, and sopping wet with mare juices, the Nurse huffed
>“Now that I am safely bound, what next Healer of London?”
>‘OHH, you liked that title!’ Anon thought to himself, undoing his trousers
“The only cure I can recommend is a medical injection of spermatozoa directly into the affected area. Do I have your consent to continue, Miss RedHeart?”
>Giggling, she nods
>“Why of course doctor!”
>Slowly Anon prodded the lips of her awaiting pussy with his cock
>She moaned heavily, arching her back
>Without warning he inserted himself, he went in so smoothly that he fell on top of the mare
>She wrapped her available hooves around his neck as his phallus slid in and out of her vagina
>Again and again Anon continued his procedure, picking up his pace
>“Ohhh, doctor~”
>The pony moaned, her hat falling off due to the rutting
>The doctor’s medical supplies flew off the desk as his pumping became more heavy
>Anon moaned
“Oh, I think the n-needle is almost ready, my faithful patient!”
>She cooed in response
>“I am ready as well, sir~”
>The two embraced and she bit onto the beak of his mask, as sexual fluids danced and met inside her dripping heat
>Anon chuckled, basking in the afterglow
“You know, no one cared who I was before I put on the mask…”
>She flicks his mask
>“If I took that off, would you die?”
“It would be extremely embarrassing…”
>She smiles, looking down at her beaten pussy
>“You're a big guy…”
>Anon grins
“For you.”
>With that he removes himself from her, and starts to undo her binding
>The nurse asks, getting off the table
>“Well congratulations, you fucked me raw! What's the next step in your plan?”
>Undoing his cloak, Anon coldly announces
“Infecting this hospital…”
>Readheart tilts her head in confusion
>Anon then tears his cloak open, and a sea of plague rats pour out
“WITH NO SURVIVORS!”
>And that was how Anon fugged the pone then infected Equestria with the Black Death

>>28561897
As stated before, I will be returning to the actual story later today
See you horsefuckers around

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>>28561784
did somebody say crusade?

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>>28561897
>that ending

>>28538725
He takes off his mask and lives a normal life.
The mask and dress was mostly to protect themselves from the plague. Even the stick was just to poke people without touching them.

>>28561897
Well that escalated quickly.

>>28554722
>Chickey Brickey
that one doesnt flow that good

>>28562996
close enough...ish

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>>28558392
Back to the canon story

>After taking down the last of Anonymous's equipment you retract the pen's ink tip and give him a concerned look
>Even though he wore that mask you could tell he didn’t see anything wrong with the state of his supplies
>You point the pen at them
>He follows your pen’s trajectory
“Your blades and saws are dull, anon.”
>He briefly stares at them before looking you in the eyes
>He blunty answers
>“They work.”
>Rolling your eyes you now point at the filthy bandages
“You know those bandages are not bacterially sanitized?”
>He tilts his head
>“Whats bac-tear-ia?”
>You face hoof
>You had a gut feeling he was primitive, but wow, did you not expect him to be THIS primitive
>On the verge of giving up, you finally point at whatever-the-Tartarus was in those vials
“I'm almost afraid to ask what's in those glasses of yours…”
>The doctor sit ups at attention as he points to each down the line, like a mother would do to her foal if it was being taught shapes
>First he points to a vial of white powder
>“Alum powder,”
>Next to a red liquid
>“Wine,”
>After to what appeared to be a green ground up flakes
>“Mint,”
>Then to a yellow syrup
>“Honey,”
>Then lastly to a larger vial filled with a clear liquid with a dozen black things in it
>“And lastly, leeches”

>>28563977
I think you misclicked on the story, maybe.

>>28563977
>emergency leeches
i bet they come in handy later

>>28558392
>Doing first-hand surgery is nothing like reading out of a scroll or book.
>Over time though things got easier.
>You threw up less and less from the sight of blood and disembodied organs.
>That's one of the few things Elder Ibn al-Nafis was right about.
>With each passing day you gain more experience and eat less lunch.
>Cleanliness was a major issue.
>You think to when he lectured you about the cleanliness of a patient and the room they are in.
>"Before surgery you would have to wash the patient and the room SEPARATELY with; wine, oil of roses, saltwater, vinegar, and a mixture of herbs."
>Elder was very clear with the instructions.
>"Before ever making an incision please make sure they are fully asleep by giving them a decent amount of opium. The amount given depends on the patients weight, height, and sex."
>...
>Years go by and Elder al-Nafis words still ring in your ear.
>By Allah's will he fell asleep in death.
>Poor old man.
>You learned much in that short amount of time.
>"As-salamu alaykum. Thank you again Elder."
"Peace be upon you too son."
>The day is over.
>There were an unusual amount of soldiers today.
>Strange.
>Those infidels 'Crusaders' are nowhere near us.
>You stop.
>Is that a bell?

>>28564673
>No, bells!
>That signals that an army is coming.
>"Elder al-Anon please. The caliph request your presence at the gates.
>You run towards the walls.
>"Great Elder what are you doing?"
"I need to get atop the watchtower. I was requested me."
>"Be careful Elder. With a single slip you can fall."
"I have been up and down these walls more times than you can count. One more time won't hurt."
>Wheezing you finally make it to the top.
>They must've made them higher recently.
>You can't remember you were this out of breath.
>Seeing the Caliph you stand at his left while General Sulaiman Shah stands at his right.
>"Saeda Elder, glad you can finally join us."
"Salam General, slaughter any helpless dogs lately?"
>The Caliph booms out.
>"Quiet you two, there are more pressing matters at hand!"
>Outside stands a lone horseman.
>In an awkward accent he screams out towards the city.
>"We shall take your land and women! We will burn your holy grounds and palaces! Surrender now and prevent yourself from experiencing the pain of previous kings. I represent Hulagu Khan! King of Kings and ruler of you all!"
>"You two are my most trusted advisers, do you think this is a ploy to usurp us?"
"Your Grace he-"
>"Whatever this infidel says is worthless. Let them come, we shall defend you honorably!"
"Sir if what that man down their says is true then-"
>"Then we shall defend you in the name of Allah! Why should we pay tribute to some barbarian of the East? I have never heard of this 'Hulugu'! Obviously he is just some rebel trying to take over!"
>He looks at you for a rebuttal but you just give a mournful stare.
>"Alright then."
>Caliph Al-Musta'sim looked down from the tall walls and laughs.
>"I have General Sulaiman Shah the Adorned and Habaan al-Anonymous the Healer by my sides. Inshaallah we will withstand your puny Khan and his armies."
>With those words spoken the horseman simply turned and rode off.
>A chill from coming up your back.
>Something was coming.
>Something bad.

>>28562469
I said Horse Crusade, Anon. Not Ant Crusade.

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>>28564931

>>28563977
you misclicked your own story writefriend...
also, you forgot your name...
also checkem

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>>28565071
Nice catch, anon

>>28563977
>You lean forward to stare at the glass container full of parasites
>You are unsure to feel disgusted or well more disgusted
>He pokes the glass, causing the leeches inside to move around in a panic
>Recoiling, you glare at the bird masked physician, who chuckles lightly
>Annoyed you critique
“None of this stuff really works, you know? Especially the leeches!”
>He simply shrugs his shoulders, pushing all of his things back into the bag
>“I must disagree with you there, Miss Redheart. My cures are most effective.”
>You are stunned by his ignorance
>At first it was kind of cute but now it was actually alarming
“This is pre-Equestrian Reformation age medicine! When did you get your medical license?”
>He rubs his chin briefly before answering
>“About three years, I believe…”
“That's not what I meant!”

-Anon’s POV-
>You didn't know why she was getting so upset all of a sudden
>You wondered if she was on her menstrual cycle
>Yet again, you were certain that horses didn’t get those, but you weren't a farmer so you wouldn't know
>Looking at her flustered features amused you
>So small yet so angry
>The grumpy nurse gets up and grabs you by the arm
>Confused, you look at her
>Almost as if she knew how you felt, she just muttered
>“Just follow me!”

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>>28565259
>You were lead through the pristine halls of the hospital, getting wary looks from what you only guess were other doctors and patients
>She stops in front of a door with a simplistic sign with more of those alien words
>You better meet someone who can teach you those scribbles if you had the time
>The pink maned nurse points to the door
>“This is Ponyville General Hospital’s operating theater, I want you to see the tools and watch how modern medicine works!”
>Confused you look down at her
“Why does it matter? I already know how to perform Apollo’s art.”
>She shakes her head, opening the doors
“Maybe you know medicine, but not ‘medicine medicine’.”
>Before you can retort, she drags you into the room, with a impressive amount of strength

>Inside the so called ‘theater’ were multiple unicorns in white cloaks and paper masks
>There was a striped equine on the table, and multiple green tarps were put around its midsection, which was shaven down to the skin
>On small tables were various edged tools, and others you were not familiar with
>All of the ponies, minus the striped one, turn to the two of you
>More specifically to you in particular
>You were starting to get a little annoyed by that
>One raises a hoof
>>“Hey hey! You can't bring that...uh...thing in here!”
>You frown at the pony’s rudeness
>Redheart approaches one of their nearby cabinets and takes what appears to be a bulky scroll
>Odd…
>“Don’t worry he’s wont be here for long. Just taking some extra tools for him to look at, then we'll be watching Miss Zecora’s partial cecum transplant.”
>Whats a cecum?
>Did it have to do something about humors?

>>28565281
>The unicorn looks unenthusiastic
>>“Fine, fine take them. But you’re cleaning them, Nurse. Also don’t disrupt the class who is taking notes in the observation room!”
>Tugging you to a door with a upwards zigzag she responds
>“I know, Doctor Section!”
>‘Section’?
>You wondered what his first name was, as you walk up the stairs to a room which overlooked the doctors

>There you were greeted by several ponies, and other creatures with books and small sticks with grey stones at their tips
>They looked at you in varying degrees of concern before Redheart waved them away
>She sits you down at a small table
>She then puts the scroll in front of you
>You stare at it, confused
>Rolling her eyes she motions at a pull string
>Apprehensively you undo it
>The scroll rolls open, to your surprise
>You were astounded by the tools presented
>There were multiple knives, scalpels, saws, tweezers, and other miscellaneous objects of varying size and use
>All of the blades were pristinely clean and reflective, as the rooms light bounced off of them
>You curiously run your gloved finger over one of the scalpel edges
>Alarmingly, the small blade slices through your glove like a hot knife through butter
>Quickly you retract your finger before it is cut open
>Redheart picks up an odd tool which you didn’t really notice

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>>28565296
>It had a medium sized green tube which lead to a thin metallic pole, ending with what appeared to be a serrated circle
>It also had a single red bump on its cylinder
>Smiling she presses down on the red lump
>You nearly jump in fright as the thing lets out a loud buzz and the serrated circle spins at a pace that your eyes cannot track
>To your side you can hear multiple sounds of amusement from the students
>You vehemently glare at them
>Having the mask on probably didn’t really show off your displeasure
>More closer to you, Redheart giggles
>“Its called an ‘Electric Bone Saw’, Doctor Anonymous.”
>She offers you to hold the mysterious device
>Timidly you take it
>Thankfully she still had a grip on it, as its vibrations alarm you and you retract your hand
>You hold it close
>She laughs aloud to that, much to your disapproval
>You try to defend yourself, failing
“It didn’t scare me! It's just...well, different!”
>Catching her breath in between guffaws, she punches you in the shoulder
>What was that for?
>“I'm only messing with you!”
>You continue to stare at her after she just assaulted you
>Briefly confused, she widens her eyes
>“Oh, sorry! You probably don't know that doing that is like patting somepony on the back…”
>You still stare
>Rolling her eyes she moves closer to the glass panel which separated this room from the operating room
>“Come on now, you wouldn’t want to miss this!”

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>>28565317
Once again I bid you guys adieu until tomorrow

>>28564872
Im diggin this

>>28564872
Muslim plague doc anon, have you considered namefagging or getting a pastebin?

>>28565342
we'll be waiting for you

>>28565342
Hey, i have a question.
How did you come up with this prompt?

>>28565409
Well honestly I just felt like writing a cross over with an Anon plague doc in Equestria. Since none of the existing threads had a topic that made sense for a spooky-bird-doctor, I made this prompt hoping anyone else would want to join.
The last thread I made a lot of green on was the War in Equestria thread, but it died sadly

>>28565367
I'll link the pastebin and begin namefagging once IslamicAnon ends up in Equestria.

goodnight bump

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>>28538725
Kidnap nine ponies and force them to play a game. With the fate of you, me, and the pone race in the balance.

>>28565342
Godspeed m8

>>28567647

>>28566581
Monopoly is a serious game.

>>28568519
>Monopoly Jr.
Fixed that for you.

>>28568818
I haven't played Monopoly Jr. In years. God that's so old.

Bump 4 Birds

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>page 9

Bamp

Time for bump

>>28564872
>"We are to serve all people regardless of race, religion, citizenship, or gender. Nobody can be turned away! There is no time limit for patients. They stay until they are healed. We are to show mercy to everyone just as Allah does. Show faith with your actions. If an infidel sees how you treat him well, he may change and learn the love Allah provides. This is our final lesson, I want to give you something. Something Elder at-Tabari gave to me..."
>...
>You clutch Elder al-Nafis walking stick.
>It's old yet still sturdy.
>There's an old engraving etched into the side.
>Yarhamuka Allah
>May Allah bestow His mercy on you.
>Banging can be heard outside the wooden doors of the bimaristan.
>"Elder al-Anon! OPEN THE DOORS PLEASE! THEY ARE COMING!"
>The banging continues alongside screams of the damned.
>"YOU FUCKING COWARD! OPEN THESE DOORS! WHERE IS YOUR HONOR?!"
>You silently kneel down and weep into your hands.
>Two months.
>Only two months for Baghdad to fall.
>After the messenger left you waited terrified.
>But as the days turned to weeks, weeks to a month the feeling subsided.
>Then one calm windless day they marched over the horizon.
>Myriads upon myriads of cavalry storming over the eastern dunes.
>We merely only had 50,000 troops, and here we had to face the devil himself in battle.
>You continue to weep on the pristine marble floor.
>"WHEN ALLAH CALLS YOUR NAME YOU SHALL BURN IN-"
>A chorus of taps and clinks barrage the door.
>Then nothing.
>You get up and put an ear on the heavy wooden structure.
>...
>...
>...
>*BANG*
>The noise makes you fly back onto the floor.
>*BANG*
>*BANG*
>*BANG*
>With each bang the doors buckle and crack.
>It keeps up until https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6dz1XqVdBA
>The large heavy doors burst open.
>Their front ends are riddled with arrows and blood.
>In walks a large man wearing foreign armor.
>"So here is the den where rats come to hide."

>>28571539
>The man picks up your frail body and throws you against the hard marble wall.
>"Any last words before you become food to stray dogs?"
>You just look mournfully into his eyes and accept fate.
>"Pathetic."
>He slowly raises his sword and-
>"NO WAIT!"
>What?
>"What is it?"
>"That man is the Healer from the wall. Bring him with the others. The Khan shall reward us greatly for this."
>Looking closely it was the messenger.
>The man still holding you gives out a huff and drops you to the ground.
>"Take him then."
>...
>You are led in chains outside the walls where you spot Caliph Al-Musta'sim.
>He was beaten and stripped down to nothing but sackcloth.
>He sat on one of his beautiful rugs he kept hanged in his palace.
>"Eyes forward scum!"
>You quickly do as commanded.
>"Kneel before the Khan!"
>When you fall to the ground your knees ache with pain.
>A tall man adorned with golden armor steps down off a horse.
>"So this is the might of the Great and Powerful Abbasid Caliphate? I pity you worms."
>He lifts his arm.
>You turn to see the Caliph was gone.
>Why was the rug rolled onto the-
>Instantly ten horseman ride over the rolled up rug.
>The sick sound of bones being crushed can be heard.
>"Now go Healer. Bring back your master and I will let you live."
>You turn horrified to the Khan and back at the rug.
>"No? Then can you heal this man?"
>He drops a heavy bag at your feet.
>Unraveling it you find the severed head of General Sulaiman Shah.
"Ahhhhh!"
>It falls like a rock hitting the floor.
>Around you some of the men give out silent chuckles.
>No.
>NO!
"I WILL NOT END UP SLAUGHTERED LIKE A DOG! I SHALL DIE LIKE A MAN FIGHTING!"
>You lift your stick in a battle stance but fall down due to your old shoulders and aching back.
>This just causes everyone to erupt into laughter.
>Even the Khan had a smug grin on his face.
>"Healer, your courage has moved me. No, in fact it has touched my heart. You will not die today like a commoner."

>>28571713
>Through the pain you let out a smile.
>Allah is merciful.
"Great Khan th-"
>"You shall die like your Caliph. A royal death."
"W-what?"
>"You should be honored. You shall be given a proper burial. Your body won't be just feast for the crows."
>Two men grab your arms and pull you towards a rug already in place.
"W-wait pleaAHH!"
>They throw you hard on the ground.
>Quickly you find yourself immobilized.
>The rug tightens around your body until you can barely breath.
>Everything is dark.
>You hear the sound of horses whining getting into a line.
"Allah please have mercy on your loyal servant. Forgive me of my sins."
>"READY?"
>A thunderous roar can be heard from the galloping horses.
>As they move closer the ground begins to shake.
>louder and Louder and LOUDER.
>It was like thunder in your ears.
>Preparing for death you clench your eyes shut and wait for the trampling.
>...
>...
>Where is the pain and death?
>You open your eyes.
>Surprised you can see.
>Light beats down on you from above.
>You sit up straight.
>Where is the rug?
>Where are the eastern devils?
>WHERE IS THE CITY!?
>All around you is dessert.
>You pick yourself up off the sandy ground with the cane and try to stand up straight.
>Surprisingly you do it effortlessly.
>It feels as if you're in your mid-twenties again.
>No pains from aching bones and muscles.
>Am I in Heaven?
>Thirst suddenly hits you.
>A heavy thirst.
>No, definitely NOT Heaven.
"Hello?"
>Unsurprisingly no answer.
>Where am I?
Welcome to Equestria.
http://pastebin.com/dKK0cwva

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>>28571838
>Welcome to Equestria.
Fucking finally
but no in all honesty great green so far, keep it up

>9

>>28572923
>>28572920
Great minds bump alike I guess.
Good to see people who care.

>>28573420
That's...an interesting visual.

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bunp

>>28573420
Uhhhh

>>28575433
It's good for what it is.

>>28573420
How is ze döktor holding da cane?

>>28576198
I dunno, not my art.

>>28576790

>>28577243

>>28577938

>>28578617

So how do you get away with prompt threads like this one nowdays?

>>28571838
>You walk onward through the heat and exhaustion.
>You think back to the screaming outside the bismaristan.
>How you abandoned your honor and dedication.
>Perhaps Allah has forsaken you just as you have forsaken them.
>A bead of sweat flows down your face.
>In the distance you see reflections.
>It appears to be an oasis.
"Water! Water!"
>With all your might you make a madman's dash towards the beautiful spring.
>As you got closer however it slowly dissipates to nothing and you are left alone again.
>A mirage.
>This might be it.
>You used your last bit of strength in a last dip chance of salvation.
>Leaning against your cane you can feel exhaustion slowly shut down your muscles.
>Is this my life now?
>To forever wake up and wander this endless dessert?
>Your eyelids start to become heavy.
>However across the horizon you see a figure.
>It looks like a horse and a cart.
>A BIG one.
>Perhaps the owner could...no.
>It's probably just another mirage.
>The cart hits something and things topple down.
>To your surprise the horse unhooks itself from the harness and gathers the supplies itself.
>Okay it definitely is a mirage.
>Rather specific though.
>Usually mirages are stationary objects that disappear.
>Maybe you are just hallucinating from dehydration.
>Maybe you are in Hell and that's just a demon.
>Fuck it.
>Using the very last bit of energy you let out a high pitched wail for help.
>Before passing out, you believe you saw the horse look your ways.
>Hitting the ground with a thud you let blackness overcome you.

>>28579425
you actually deliver, that's how

>>28579520
More

>>28580339
Tomorrow. Had to do overtime so could only do this during break.

>>28580339
>>28579902

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>good God fearing man in Equestria
>sorcery everywhere

>>28581009
>You don't have to tell me what happened, but you do have to smite all the evil.

>>28538746
GET BACK TO THE GUARD GENERAL NIGGER

Boop

>>28581480
kek

>>28581009
Mr.paladin knows whats up

>>28581009
Where is this pic from? I remember it from somewhere.

bamp

>>28581459
What dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty must we posses.

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>>28579520
>Darkness.
>Small shakes and rumbles stir you awake.
>You're in the back of a cart lying on a makeshift bed of clothing.
>A variety of objects surround you from all sides.
>It was like a whole bazaar packed together.
>There's a canteen sitting next to you.
>Quickly you take a swig out of whatever is inside.
"GAhhh-*cough* cough*ahhh"
>It's lukewarm.
>After adjusting you slowly down as much water as needed.
>The cart stops.
>In the darkness you can't make out who comes in.
>"Ah nice to see you are awake Sadiq."
"Thank *cough*cough*you*cough*."
>"No no no, rest. It is very late. Gain back your strength. For tomorrow we journey to Damascolt."
>Damascolt?
>Doesn't he mean Damascus?
>You must be really exhausted.
>Laying back on the wrinkled pile of clothing felt just like a cloud.
>He is a nice man.
>Hopefully tomorrow you can properly thank him by brushing his horse or something.
>...
>Morning.
>Well you think it's morning.
>It's still dark inside the cart.
>Scrambling to find the door you knock down a couple pots.
>Finding the handle you find it's a little bigger than usual.
>Not important I guess.
>Swinging it open the rising sun's light immediately blinds you.
>A voice greets your entrance.
>"A-ha the dead can walk!"
>Adjusting your eyes all you see is the horse laying by a small fire.
>Where is the man?
>He must have a good sense of humor for his horse was wearing his keffiyeh.
>Or maybe he really cared for his horse and didn't want him to get sunburn.
>Cautiously you look around to try and spot him.
>Maybe he is fixing the harnesses?
>Walking to the other side the voice rings out.
>"Sadiq where are you going? Come sit down by the fire."
>There was nobody there.
>Where is he?
>You circle around the cart again passing by the horse that is now looking curiously in your direction.
>"Ehh perhaps some food will calm you down? I have some leftover eggplant, how about some dates?"
>Where is the man?!

>>28587459
>Giving up you go back to where the horse is.
>Walking up to it he raises his head to look at you.
>Tiny thing it is.
>If he stood up he probably wouldn't even reach your neck.
>How can something that small pull this all by its lonesome?
>You reach out and pat his nose.
"Tell me horse, where is your master?"
>With a chuckle the pony speaks.
>"You sure are a strange creature Sadiq."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
>You jump and fall on your back hitting your head against his bottom step.
>Your cane is planted firmly in the sandy ground due to the force you put on it when jumping.
"JINN! DEMON! STAY AWAY!"
>"Calm down! Who is 'Jinn'? What are-"
"GET BACK!"
>Reaching for your cane you take a swing at the horse.
>"You are a crazy being! Stop this at once!"
>For his size he still looked threatening.
>Taking another swing you land a blow knocking his keffiyeh off.
>He staggers for a moment then replants his stance.
>"Okay Sadiq, let's dance."
>He picks up a long stick meant for the fire and grasps it with his hooves.
>Clinks and clanks of wood hitting wood commence.
>How can a simple minded horse be this vigorous at fighting?
>No it's not a horse, it's a demon possessing a horse.
>Why would a demon possess a-
>He lands a blow straight on your head.
"Oooooh those stars are pretty."
>In your inebriated state you swing wildly knocking into a strap on his cart.
>Two large barrels come barreling down.
>Before they can crush you, the horse tackles you aside as they land with a crash.
>The sand is now stained with red while the smell of wine fills the air.
>With a huff the horse gets up and looks at the mess.
>"That's two times I saved your life, and what do I have to show for it? Broken teeth, ruined garbs, and now my drink is gone!"
>He turns back to see you laying on the ground.
>"Is THIS how you treat a kindhearted soul where you're from?"
>You look at the mess, then at him.
>Wearily two words squeak out.
"I'm sorry."
>Falling back into the sand you pass out again.

>>28587754
Really enjoyin this man

>>28588325
Thanks. I kinda feel bad since I'm not actually following the prompt. With the little research I did, basically Islamic people just kinda prayed the plague away. There were no Plague Doctors.
Doctors for them were basically Imans who knew anatomy.

On that note. QUIET WHERE ARE YOU?
I WANT TO SEE WHAT BIRD MASK ANON IS DOING NOW!!!!

>>28588435

>>28589310
>08

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>>28588435
>pic related

>>28565317
>Begrudgingly you get up and stand next to Redheart
>You shake your head
>“Although I do admire the advancement of your tools, minus that damned spinning-death thing, >I see no reason to change my art.”
>She sighs looking up at you
>“From your lack of modern tools and medical ignorance, I'd guess you came here from my world’s equivalent to the Pre-reformation era.”
>You shoot her a quick glare
>“What I want you to see is the marvels of our medicine.”
>You cross your arms, unimpressed
“And how exactly do you plan on doing that, nurse?”
>“Remember when Doctor Section said they will be performing a cecum organ transplant?”
>You raise a brow
>So a ‘cecum’ was an organ?
>Also, what did she mean by transp-
>Oh
>Wait, that's impossible
>That’s barbaric!
>Alarmed you stutter
“W-wait, do you mean they are going to cut that pony open?”
>Redheart, smugly replies, seeming unaware of how pointlessly cruel this was
>“She’s not a pony, she’s a zebra...but yes ‘cutting her open’ is one way of putting it.”
>You frantically look back and forth between her and the unconscious zeebrah below
>The doctors were covering her abdomen with a orange chemical
“But she will die!”
>Redheart laughs
>How could she laugh at a time like this?
>“Don’t be silly, Anonymous! Our doctors and surgeons have done these kinds of operations numerous times.”
>You were shocked and dumbfounded by her serenity in this matter
>Her posture and demeanor were too calm
>She even gave you a hearty smile
>“Please, doctor, it'll be fine.”
>You feel something brush your gloved hand
>Confused you look down
>Her hoof was awkwardly trying to get into your palm

>>28590524
>You raise your brow
“Uh, what are you doing?”
>She retracts her hoof immediately, blushing fiercely
>“N-nothing...My hoof just wandered…”
>You keep a scrutinizing gaze at her
>Was she trying to flirt with you?
>You barely knew her
>And on top of that, she clearly wasn't human
>But she did act like one…
>Shaking your head you put your hands on the railing
>The nurse slowly does the same, standing on her hindlegs
>Rolling your eyes, you turn back to this ‘transplant’
>You gulped
>One of the doctors pulls out a colored stick with a glowing aura and draws on the zeebrah’s orange colored chest
>Although you were trying to desensitize yourself from this world’s bizarre surroundings, this caught your attention
>Levitation, huh? If you were more of a religious man you would have pulled out Mournival and started to kill these heretics
>You weren't one of those crusaders though, nor were you a killer
>But idea of going to the Holy Land and purging its disgusting muslim inhabitants did sound interesting
>You mentally kick yourself
>NOT a crusader, Anon!
>You're no fun, me…
>Your gaze returns to the operation below
>Another assistant unravels one of those scrolls which held the various medical instruments these ponies used
>While lastly, another cleans a doctor’s horn
>Odd..
>Taking in a deep breath, the unicorn doctor asks for something
>From your distance, you couldn't hear what it was
>One of the assistance pulls out, what you recognized immediately as a scalpel
>You start to sweat
>They were going to murder her
>You lacked the bravery to do anything
>You wanted to scold your King for never teaching you how to use the sword that HE gave you
>Your hands moved around frankly for something to grasp, to release some stress
>After your hand searched for a moment, you grasp something
>Although you were focused on this operation you did notice that it was slightly fuzzy and warm
>You also swore you heard a squeak

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>>28590540
>Through the operation, your grip on this object loosened and tightened as flesh was cut, removed, replaced, and sewn back together
>The entire process was incomprehensible, but you still couldn't believe that the zeebrah could still be alive after all of that
>You had to know if it was still alive
>You let go of gripping the object and use the same hand to point below
>You look down at Nurse Redheart
>She looked rather faint
>Her face was practically glowing crimson, and she stared off ahead blankly
>You give her a concerned look
“Are you alright?”
>She snapped back to reality
>Her eyes drifted up slowly
>Dramatic…
>With a rather breath heavy voice she stammers
>“Y-yes Anon, just fine~”
>That trail off made you a little uncomfortable
“Thaats nice… anyway, I must know: How would someone check the pulse of a zeebrah?”
>Still unusually red-at-the-face, she responds
>“There's a vein that runs past the forelegs, by the hoof and also by the side of the neck.”
>You nod before making your way down the stairs
>Reaching half way through the staircase you hear
>“Wait!”

>On the ground floor, the doctors notice you immediately
>One tries to get in your way
>“I thought Redheart said -ugf-!”
>You shove him aside
>You had to know
>You had to see it for yourself
>The other doctors back away as you grasp the unconscious zeebrah’s hoof and neck
>Redheart pleads behind you
>“Anon, please!”
>You are too distracted to turn around
>Blocking out all other forms of stimuli, you focus on finding the zeebrahs pulse
>You don't feel anything
>Trembling, you start to sweat
>No, no, no, no…
>*bump* *bump*

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>>28590555
>Wait
>*bump* *bump*
>It can’t be
>*bump* *bump*
>You let go of the zeebrah’s body, staggering backwards
>It's impossible
>Witchcraft! No… you never saw a single amount of magic touch this patient's skin
>Only the blade
>Impossible…
>Impossible…
>The truth was slowly dawning on you
>You take another step back
>This was no miracle, this was something else
>Something else entirely
>...science…
>...discovery…
>...progress…
>This was it
>This was TRUE medicine
>You had -no- needed to know more
>Your senses return to you slowly
>You hear a pleading argument behind you
>“That ‘thing’ just assaulted me and my patient, Redheart! What is the meaning of this?!”
>“I swear I didn’t know!”
>“Oh you are going to be swearing all right when I-”
>You turn around, and the unicorn wrathfully stares at you
>“I don't know who you are, or what you are, but when my lawyer gets-”
>You crouch down and embrace the furious pony
>He stiffens
>Your eyes were opening for the first time
>This was heaven after all!
“Thank you Doctor Section! Thank you so much! I have been gifted sight at last!”
>You let go of him
>You didn't mind that he was paralyzed by your act, but one thing you did mind was her
>Nurse Redheart
>She was equally as paralyzed as the doctor
>You swoop down and pick her up
>She squeaks in response
>You recognized that noise from the balcony
>That was awfully adorable
>You nuzzle her closely, and her face ignites into crimson
“But I must thank you the most, Miss Redheart! You and you alone brought me out of the darkness of my ignorance and showed me the light of discovery!”
>Thinking of the only way to thank her, you remove your mask
>You give her a lengthy kiss on the forehead
>She goes limp in your arms
>Terrified that you might of just killed your only friend you shake her
“Redheart! Redheart!”
>She slowly opens her eyes
>Overjoyed, you hug her
“Oh thank God!”

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>>28590575
>With her head on your shoulder you hear her mumble
>“T-thank you, Anon.”
>You return her to the floor, as you put your mask back on
>Turning around you notice as the doctors and students above are staring
>One above claps, but stops after noticing no one else was joining in
>You chuckle, rubbing the back of your head
“Heh, sorry folks..!”

>Leaving the Hospital, Doctor Section dropped all charges, after some fierce negotiating with Redheart
>She invited you to sleep in her spare room, except on cold winter nights where you two >slept together for warmthNo, not that kind of sleeping together... at least not until the next year
>You spent the majority of your spare time in the town's library, which also served as a princess’s castle
>Its architecture was a bit too ‘crystal’ for your taste, but you weren't the one who built it
>In the following years you honed your medical skills immensely, always thanking your dear Nurse Redheart
>You eventually kept your mask off, but you always carried it on your person
>It would forever dangle on your waist next to Mournival

…

>You finish up tightening the knot
>You step back, admiring your handywork
“There you go Miss Dash,that should fix up that wing of yours! Please try to be more careful!”
>The cyan, rainbow maned pegasus rolled her eyes getting out of the medical bed
>“Yeah, yeah, doc...no aerial maneuvers near the cliff sides…”
>You perk up a brow, and you pretend to sound surprised
“Oh, well, that's great to hear! So what's the first thing you’re going to do when your wing heals up?”
>She smirks, and stands proudly
>“I'm gunna try again, until I need you to patch me up...!”
>You stare at her expectantly, holding up two fingers
>She groans
>“And as payment I'll get you and Nurse Redheart tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala…”
>Satisfied, you jollily pat her on the head
>She cutely growls

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>>28590610
spoiling got all messed up there...

“Thank you, Miss Dash! Always willing to help! Be safe now!”
>She trots away, annoyed
>“Yeah, yeah…”
>After the door closes behind her, you smile and start humming an old church hymn
>Another voice joins your humming
>Happily you turn towards your favorite girl who was waiting in the back doorway
>“So… how'd it go?”
>You start to put away your things
“Oh you know… same old, same old.”
>She tosses you your coat
>“Well that's always nice to hear! You got Mournival, dear?”
>You were already putting on your blade
“You know me: the one who never forgets.”
>She gives you a joking pout
>“You forget where we were going tonight, did you?”
>Playing along, you rub your chin
“Oh no, it seems like I did... Shall we discuss our evening plans, over dinner? My place?”
>She laughs, and you can't help but join her
“Sounds lovely, Anon. Come on, its getting late.”
>“Oh, I know… just wait outside, i'll be out shortly.”
>Her eyes flicker lustfully
“Try not to keep we waiting, doctor~”
>She turns and heads out
>Before she leaves she flicks her tail, revealing her privates
>Oh, that tease…
>Out of sight, you look around your office before taking your signature hat from its rack
>You hear your partner beacon from the waiting room exit
>“Hurry now, it's rude to keep a mare waiting~”
“Coming!”
>With one last look, you put on your hat, shut off the lights, and close the door for the evening

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>>28590632
And that's the end of Plague Doc Anon's tale

I want to thank you guys for keeping this thread alive

LukeDaDuke, I'll be lurking for more of your green

>>28566581
We need a Nonary Game in Equestria green.

>>28590660
B A S E D

>>28590632
Was good mang

>>28590660
I'll admit that I wanted more, but ending it now is probably better then making 5 more bumpfest threads,
You did good anon.