The last thing Jeremy remembered was exclaiming 'ah, fuck, my tooth!' at the top of his lungs after smacking himself in the mouth with the back of a welding mask. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. What he actually said was 'awh fwuck, my twooth!', but it essentially carried the same meaning.

Jeremy wasn't too familiar with work injuries. He was usually a diligent worker, and until now, a lucky one, so when the pony in charge of the wiring in Ponyville had told him to take the rest of the day off and get his tooth checked out, he'd attempted to argue with his swollen lips and bloody mouth, looking like he'd just been smacked around by a wrestler.

To which the Equestrian Electrician Guild's manager had replied 'go and sort yourself out, you crazy bastard'. It was rather sobering to be told not to do your job, a strange feeling to boot, but as time passed, Jeremy began to grow a little worried over the state of his tooth. There were the kinds of people who could rock a tooth injury, those that looked like total badasses that got in fights with bears in their spare time and drank whisky from the bottle.

Then there were the types that looked as if they were inbred. Jeremy definitely didn't want to be shoed in with the latter category. It was only once he'd finally conceded to his boss's very astute points concerning blood loss and the distracting nature of his shouting and swearing that he finally conceded to go and get himself checked out, and as he walked through Ponyville on his way to the local dentists, it occurred to him all too late just where he was going.

Ponyville's dentistry happened to be the workplace of a certain mare of the night he'd been sleeping with for over a month now. When Minuette had first met him all that time ago in the hotel room, he'd never imagined that either he'd enjoy having sex with a pony so much, or that he'd actually end up pursuing a kinda-sorta friends with benefits situation with said pony.

Also, that mare really, really loved anal. Seriously, it had been a month and he still hadn't fucked her pussy. He was honestly starting to get past the point of caring, her ass was the tightest he'd ever experienced by far.

He ran his hand along his stubble as he walked, self-doubt beginning to creep in. He was in his work jumpsuit currently, and not only that, he also had a fucked up tooth and a bloody mouth. Whenever Jeremy saw Minuette, he always tried to ensure that he looked good, that he at least almost matched her natural beauty, but now not only was he most likely going to see her at her workplace, but also looking like this? How the hell would she react to that? Would she even treat him?

It almost seemed presumptuous, in a way, going to her for a fix up. Health insurance came with his work in Equestria, but it didn't cover private dental care as far as he knew—tooth injuries weren't exactly common in an electrician's line of work. He had no clue how much it would cost, if Minuette would make him pay straight away or let him owe her office, but he couldn't think about things in terms of money right now.

Like it or not, whether he could afford this or not, whether or not it was embarrassing, if he didn't go and see someone soon, he'd be in a lot of pain and look fucking gormless for the rest of forever.

Jeremy kept a hand over his mouth as he approached the dentistry, trying to ensure that he didn't bleed all over the place—that and that he didn't scare any foals. His eyes were shifting around constantly, he felt self-conscious amongst all of the ponies who constantly looked at him and tilted their heads with curiosity. His kind were less common in Ponyville than the cities he'd worked in where interplanetary transfers were more usual, so naturally, he got a lot of looks.

Still, he tried to ignore that fact. He eventually reached the door to the dentistry, walking inside and praying that a little bell wouldn't ring. Of course, one decided to play out its dooming song just as soon as he pushed on the door, and at once his eyes were drawn to the sound of a receptionist clearing her throat.

"Name, please?" she asked in an extremely droll tone, one that was almost as bad as the pain Jeremy was experiencing.

"Jethemy. Jethemy Ewishon." Not only did blood trickle from his mouth when he said it, he couldn't even speak properly. For fuck's sake.

"And you have an an appointment I assume, Mister Ewishon?" She leaned forwards as if he was committing a crime by being there, and immediately, Jeremy felt as if he was under scrutiny.

"Nowh nowh, Jethemy. Fwuck... Jethemy!" Jeremy shook his head as he realised he was getting nowhere whatsoever, pointing to the doors leading to the doctors' offices. "Chan... chan you jhust tell Thinuette I'm here?"

"...Doctor Minuette?" Hold on, she couldn't understand 'Jeremy' but she got that? Oh well, don't squander your blessings. Jeremy frantically nodded his head, the pain only intensifying, no longer caring about the embarrassment, just wanting to be seen already.

"Well, you don't have an appointment... I'll see if she feels like taking on a patient." The receptionist lit her horn up, levitating a telephone to the side of her head, and on the other end, Jeremy heard Minuette's voice.

"Hello, Doctor? There's a patient here with no appointment, says his name is Jethemy."

"Grr... Jethemy!" He shouted too loud that time, definitely, and had to clutch his mouth in agony, groaning as a fresh wave of pain passed through the nerves of his teeth.

Silence for a few moments, then the receiver lit up with the sound of a happy mare. "Oh, don't be silly Miss Bore, that's Jeremy! I'd recognise those moans from anywhere... Please send him over, I'll give him a good seeing to."

The receptionist—whose name apparently matched her personality—gave him a pointed stare. "Sounds as if you got lucky. Last door on the right, make sure you knock before you enter, even if the doctor does seem to be familiar with you."

Jesus, what a bore. Wow, her name really did fit. Did Equestrian parents just doom their children at birth for the fun of it? Maybe it was preordained, and the cosmos just chose her to be the way she was. Kind of unfortunate, if that really was the case.

Anyways, not what he needed to be dwelling on right now. Best he just suck it up, nod because it was easier than attempting to speak, and walk down the corridor to meet his fate. To be fair, Jeremy had never felt particularly uncomfortable at the dentist's before, but this was a pretty rare occurrence in the fact that a third of his tooth wasn't usually missing when he went.

Oh yeah, and he wasn't usually banging the dentist. And she wasn't usually a pony using magic to work on teeth. Variables could be fairly interesting until they were shoved in your face and you were told not to freak out about them.

Jeremy could handle this, though, if it meant looking normal again by the time it was all through, that and getting rid of the damn pain. He walked down the corridor and found his way to Minuette's office, already growing to dislike the smell of the place, the vast measures of white painted on the walls lining the corridors, making the whole place feel like a steralised, too clean nightmare.

He knocked twice—he wasn't sure why, but despite how irritating the receptionist had been, it felt like the right thing to do—and soon after the door opened, a happy and bubbly mare standing on the other side.

Minuette's expression looked the exact same as it did every time she saw him, excited and playful. She didn't seem at all deterred by the fact that his face had chosen this point in time to leak red, or that he was currently wearing a grubby jumpsuit. No, she couldn't have cared less, else she wouldn't have thrown her hooves around him like she did.

"Jeremy!" she grinned, squeezing him tight, the action calming him a little. "Why didn't you tell me you were gonna mess your teeth up?" A wink, and she led him inside. "Silly question, you didn't know you were gonna do that. How about we fix you up, huh? Can't have you kissing me with a bloody mouth after all, huh? Come on then, come sit down, and I'll have a look at the damage."

Christ, she was so clinical about it all, not squeamish in the slightest. Jeremy supposed she'd seen it all before, and in honesty, her usual casual demeanour was somewhat relaxing. He didn't speak, opting to follow her command, and he soon found himself in the reclining chair in the centre of the room, a bright light shining down on him as he looked at his sexy, grinning companion.

She took a utensil that looked a little like a magnifying glass in her aura, wiping at his mouth before opening it up and checking his teeth, quickly isolating the damaged one in particular. "Ooh, nasty. You've chipped one, and knocked another one back a little. That's gotta hurt! Well, I can fix you up pretty easily, as good as new, thanks to a little magic and some alchemical ingenuity, but it's gonna cost a little." She ran a hoof through his hair, blinking innocently at him. "But I'm sure your insurance will cover it."

Oh, fuck, was she? Because seeing as how that wasn't the case whatsoever, how was she going to react when she found out? Jeremy was finding it even more difficult to speak whilst laying down, the pain becoming almost impossible to produce sound through, so he simply raised a finger and tried to draw Minuette's attention, but she was having none of it.

One thing he couldn't help but notice was how sexy she looked in a lab coat. Why did she never bring one with her when they were playing dress up? Damn it, mind out of the gutter, focus on your fucked up tooth and how in the hell you're going to pay for it.

Jeremy had taken your eyes off of Minuette's actions for a moment, focussing too intently on her body beneath the fabric of her uniform, and by the time she came back into full view and he'd noticed what she was doing, she was holding a strange, mask type thing affixed to what looked like a gas canister. "General anesthetic!" she cheered, doing a little bounce on the spot because why the hell wouldn't she, she was so cute. "A couple of pumps and it'll take you under and I can get to work!"

Oh jeez, were there any issues that might come with using pony magic on a human's anatomy, or trying to treat Jeremy's teeth like she might those of another race? What if she got confused by his canines and tried to file them down to molars?! Once again, Jeremy felt desperate to speak, and once again his mouth failed him, so he simply laid there in worry and slight panic as Minuette drew closer with the mask, flinching away from it.

Minuette looked confused for a moment, but she eventually grinned. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you while you're asleep." She stuck her tongue out, her tail flouncing. "I'd much rather you were awake for that! Anyways, you'll be as good as new when you wake up, I promise, and then we can discuss payment. Sound good?" She waited less than half a second for a response that clearly wouldn't come. "Good! In that case, just hold still and..."

"...and done! You were really brave, even though you were unconscious the whole time. How are you feeling?"

Groggy, that's how he was feeling. The pain was definitely gone with the exception of a slight dull ache, and as he readjusted to the room he noticed his lack of clothes. "Minuette? What the hell?"

Oh, good, he could speak properly again. That was a positive, but why was he naked all of a sudden? Minuette let loose a giggle, brushing a hoof along his side and sauntering over to the head of the recliner, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Well, I was having trouble getting to your root canal, so—ah, fuck it, I like looking at you naked. Got a problem with that?"

Jeremy took just a moment to think about that before shaking his head. "A little warning would be appreciated in future."

"I could say the same to you! Barging in here with your broken tooth, as if you think I'm a dentist or something. Good as new, by the way, thank Celestia for zebra potions. Don't take my word for it, though, use your tongue!"

Jeremy set about feeling around his mouth, and true to her word, there was his previously missing tooth. "I always did peg you for a miracle worker."

"Don't worry, the real miracle comes next, and this time you don't get to give me a pearly white smile." Minuette narrowed her eyes as she skulked her way around him like a predator, each step heavy. Her tail dragged across his stomach and thigh, tickling him and causing his entire body to stiffen. "I know you don't have insurance, obviously, so we're going to have to work out a bit of a unique payment plan... what do you say?"

The was she blinked at him with those round, inviting eyes, was she saying what he thought she was? No way he could have been that lucky, it was only a month ago that he was meant to be paying her for her 'services', now she wanted the opposite deal? Any excuse to get in bed with him, it seemed. Not that Jeremy was complaining, not one bit.

"Sure we can get away with it with Miss Bore outside?" he snickered, earning an eye roll for his efforts. Minuette climbed up onto the seat with him in short order, pushing the invasive light from earlier off to the side. She moved her body downwards—lab coat now undone—to the point that her luxurious fur was rubbing gently against his chest, teasing him immensely. She kept it so well, he always felt a little guilty when he ended up finishing over her coat.

Still, she was the type to prefer licking it off when it was fresh to washing it out later. Her thighs were rubbing against his quickly hardening length as she moved her body up to kiss at his neck, his chin, his cheek. Jeremy moved to meet her lips, but she accosted him with the bat of a hoof. "Nuh-uh! No kisses for you until you've healed, you'll just have to let me take control for now. Can you do that for me, big boy?"

He only nodded, surprised by how much he was enjoying this more active, dominant side of her. Maybe it was just how tired he felt after the operation, maybe it was how sexy she was with the way she moved her body and the bliss with which her thighs glided over his manhood, but he could barely contain a gasp as she returned to his neck, kissing and nipping at him in earnest.

It almost felt like he was the subject of a perfect experiment, lying here in an operation room as he was steadily worked on by his little pony lover, watching but unable to act whenever she dipped her head or fired off a short, pleasurable spell that interacted with the synapses of his body and drew a long, deep moan from him. She began to sit up soon after, and if he hadn't guessed that she was already wet, she proved it by taking her soaking folds and rubbing them over his hardness, grinding with little restraint and panting in a soft rhythm, her hips rocking with effortless grace.

Jeremy could never work out just what he'd done to deserve a mare like Minuette, but he thanked god every day that he'd found her, that he'd picked up the phone so long ago, that he'd stayed in touch. If it wasn't for her, he'd still have a broken tooth, and he wouldn't have the hardest cock possible right now, slowly being lathered in her slick juices, waiting to be sat on, to be inside her.

It was times like these that Jeremy wished she'd let him fuck her pussy already, it was so wet and waiting, yet she deprived him the satisfaction of feeling it if only to be a little tease, he was almost sure of it. One day, he'd break past her refusals, but right then, he wasn't looking to complain, he was only taking each monumental sensation as it came to him, crashed against him like a burning tide of mesmerising passion that promised to never let up.

Only when he was nice and wet all over did Minuette finally let up, pushing herself forwards and angling herself over his length. Then, she did something truly evil, something that Jeremy just knew he'd have to get her back for whenever he got the chance.

She pressed his cock against her pussy. His thick, rock hard cock, it was so close to penetration that he could almost feel it inside her already, but he was still too tired to push himself that far into something so tight and she knew it, she held herself up just out of his reach, teasing and tantalising him with her forbidden fruit before pulling back and beginning to rub her tight tail hole over his wet and slippery head.

If there was something Minuette excelled at, it was getting herself ready to be fucked in no time at all. Expertly, she used the motions of her body to smear a good measure of her own juices around the entrance to her tight, puckered asshole, being sure to press down just far enough that again Jeremy thought he was about to feel her on the inside, but pulling up at the last moment each time.

She was trying to bait him, and he knew it. He could feel his wherewithal beginning to return, the command of his body, and she wanted him to make the first action, to attempt to defy her and show that he could still be in charge. He refused if only to spite her, and soon enough her horniness won out and he smirked in smug satisfaction as she began to press herself down on him one final time.

The smirk changed to a cry of ecstasy as soon as he began to slip inside, stretching her out as he always did as she took her time adjusting to his length. As always, she wasn't too fast, she was wary of the pain that might cause, and with feminine grunts and yelps she pushed, pushed, pushed her way down his length until she was say halfway to his hips, looking to him with a steely determination and planting her hind legs flat, in a position that showed she was completely ready to ride.

"You'd better fill me up this time, or I'll be charging you double." With that, she finally began to move her body up and down, and it was like being hit with an icy blast of sensation, one that swept and bit at him in only the best of ways, that made him lose any control he might have had of his body in favour of becoming awash in a maelstrom of satisfaction.

She bounced like she did when she was excited, but it produced a much different result when he was inside her. She never usually rode him, but now that she was for the first time, Jeremy could see just how much of her natural energy translated into her movements. He was so used to holding her down and fucking her until they both came, the idea that she was this naturally gifted at fucking him in turn was as immensely pleasant a discovery as it was shocking.

Had she really been holding out on him this entire time?

Either way, she'd played her trump card now, and he was feeling the difficulty of keeping up with her enthusiasm with every movement she made, his cock being hugged from all sides by her insides, his shaft alight from base to tip in feelings he'd never even been able to imagine before sharing a bed with her. She rode his cock like a champion, taking the entirety inside her and bottoming out with a slap of her round ass against his hips, and once she was there she threw her mane back, eyes scrunched shut as she rubbed at her clit with a hoof and shifted back and forth in place.

"Oh, f-fuck, you're so big inside me... I'm still not sure how I even fit you," Minuette purred her words out between sultry moans that reduced Jeremy's thoughts to raw and carnal things, that made him want to hold her by the hips in place and fuck her relentlessly until he'd shot his load as deep as it would go. But he wasn't in control right now, she was, and Minuette demonstrated that fact with the rise and fall of her body, only influencing his also, and as their breaths began to move in tandem and his back became to arch, Jeremy became increasingly aware of the urge so quickly growing in his belly...

It wasn't long until it was too much to take, the speed of her riding, the look of her, the feeling inside, he needed to burst so terribly, and burst he did. The first spurt was the most satisfying by far, it was right as she bottomed out again and felt as if it hit as far as it could go, the second and third increasingly overwhelming as she clenched her ass around him and choked them out. His head hit the back of the seat with a heavy exhale, and at once, he began to feel as if he was spent.

...not that that fact kept Minuette from continuing to ride him. He was so fucking sensitive right now, it almost hurt despite the fact it felt so good, but with his cum inside her and her asshole so creamy from it, the feeling alone was enough for him to retain a semblance of his hardness as she did all of the work. He wanted to tell her to stop, that he'd had enough, but part of him knew that he could never have too much of what she was giving him right now, it was too perfect to refuse.

And so he continued to sit there and take it, even when it felt as if his post-orgasm fatigue was mixing with another one building up inside him. He could barely imagine cumming again so soon, but when his partner had an ass that magical, anything could be made possible.

She knew it, too. She knew with every move that she made that she had him in the crook of her hoof, that one drawn out drop of her ass was enough to make him shout out in utter pleasure, and she exploited it with each passing second if only to attempt to milk him completely dry, to get him to empty his load in her a second time until there was absolutely nothing left. And as the time passed with each bounce and each forced thrust downwards, Jeremy began to realise that he had no choice—he was going to give it to her again, it was only a matter of time, and the clock was constantly ticking down.

He could only take so much more. She'd been keeping him on the edge of another release for so long already, he'd been close ever since she carried on, and with all the determination he could muster, he grabbed at her thighs and propped her up just a few inches, holding her in place as he began to slam into her ass without restraint, feeling the pressure building inside him and bordering on yet another release...

He'd cum all over her insides, he'd splatter his seed inside her and make her his once again, he'd fill her completely and make her scream for him, with each movement he battered and smashed into her without mercy as their breaths began to leave them at one, Minuette rubbing at herself in a frenzy and bringing herself to a sputtering, choking climax just as Jeremy began to feel his cock engorging to the point of explosion.

It was nothing like the first, it was almost transcendent in nature. There was something about cumming the second time, something Jeremy hadn't experienced until now, and before he'd busted in Minuette's ass the second time, he thought he'd never know god. He now knew that he was utterly, totally mistaken. He splashed every last drop of his seed into her as she screamed in rapture, her body freezing and remaining inert as she was utterly filled, her hips slowing and eyes closing as she became completely still, satiated and silent.

Jeremy waited for her to climb off of him, but she didn't. Instead, she collapsed onto him, a small, breathy giggle leaving her throat between pants as she kissed his chin and nuzzled his chest softly.

"Good enough for you?" Jeremy laughed, part of him wondering if this would be enough to pass him out again, if this whole experience was in its own form just another deliciously fitting anesthetic, a wondrous remedy for the pain he'd endured.

Minuette only giggled once more. She didn't expand on it, only nuzzling deeper into his chest, and after some time, Jeremy began to wonder why. What could be so funny after such a good time? Was she simply satisfied, happy to be laying there with him, or was it something more that he was totally ignorant of?

"Minuette?" His tone was light, shaky, he could still barely speak through his pants, and he waited for her reply with a keen interest, the dirtiness of his thoughts having finally receded completely.

Minuette only pointed a hoof down at her ass, still filled with both his cock and his seed. "You're not getting your deposit back," she breathed, moving forwards and kissing him on the nose, and in that moment he knew that Minuette may have been an incredible fuck, but she told the most lousy jokes he'd ever heard.

That was some sex, though.