> Unconscious Dentistry
>  by Charles Wolfe
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> Always Brush
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A Pegasus prowled around the back streets of Ponyville, eagerly looking for the current object of his desires.

“Who shall be on the menu for tonight?” DeVille pondered aloud.

DeVille was an almost solid black pegasus and he blended into the shadows of the night with an ease that showed he was more than comfortable in the absence of light. Compounding his already black coat was his mane and tail – both of which were a slate grey. His hair was somewhat fluffy – almost as if somepony has shoved a thunderhead cloud on his head and called it hair. Complementing that was his goatee beard, which was also a slate grey. It was a relic of time spent out living on the fringes where goats and bulls were far more common than here in the heartland of Equestria.


The effect of ruined however by his clothing. DeVille had always had a fondness for an old and slightly battered dark blue vest and coat. While it was not a great look, it did break up his near monotone colour scheme and he had long since added several slits along the back to allow him to slip his wings through.

Aside from the coat, the only trace of colour that could be found on his body was his eyes. They gleamed a dull mustard yellow, but they would twinkle when he was up to something. As he was now. 

Stretching out his wings, he took flight to take a better look over the town. Unlike most pegasi, he didn’t have the light and feathered bird like wings that were the iconic feature of his sub species. DeVille had once been a candidate for the Lunar Guards but had flunked out at the last hurdle. While he had been rejected from the guards, they had allowed him to retain his altered wings if he had wanted to. 

DeVille was out hunting tonight for something very specific – mare flank. Some of his friends had once told him that he was obsessed with sex, that he was always out looking for some new mare, or even the occasional stallion to screw for a one night stand. 

By now he had managed to pork his way through much of the female population of Ponyville, his rugged looks and easy charm opening legs that would have otherwise remained shut. Pinkie Pie was a favourite of his, as she understood the game well. Neither of them were looking for love, just an occasional night of fun. Even still, DeVille had to be careful about double dips – he didn’t want a paternity suit to weigh down his life.

Looking down over the town, DeVille saw that the light were still on in the town’s library tree. DeVille knew the librarian somewhat; a purple mare called Twilight Sparkle. She was cute and would undoubtly have a few interesting kinks to her, but he hadn’t taken her to his bed yet. She was just too much of an egghead to consider letting him screw her when she was sober, which was always.

DeVille liked his drink. He wasn’t an alcoholic, but sex was just that bit more fun when both parties were less inhibited. Kinks could be played out with less regret, hidden desires had a way of popping up, and mares were less likely to say no when they had had a few. Not that DeVille was one to force himself on the unwilling. If they said no, then that was it; he would move on to a more willing mark.

DeVille’s eyes noticed that there was another pony in the library besides Twilight – a white stallion with a cutie mark very similar to her own. Her brother no doubt. Somehow I don’t see them agreeing to a threeway just yet DeVille mused to himself before turning away.

Looking over the town, DeVille saw Fluttershy’s cottage off in the distance and briefly considered flying over. Fluttershy was a great lay, with a hidden domination side that could come out if he coaxed it just right. As he began to fly off he remembered that tomorrow would be the start of the annual bunny census. Fluttershy would be in bed already, and would be in no mood to fool around for a couple of days at least.

Beyond her cottage, DeVille could make out a plume of smoke rising from the Everfree forest. No doubt it was coming from Zecora’s hut. He thought back to his first, and currently only time with the Zebra. He was out exploring the forest at night. While no other pony would consider being in the forest after dark, he didn’t care. He had had royal guard training; he could take anything that came his way. While exploring he had stumbled upon Zecora’s hut and she had invited him in for a drink. 

DeVille had swigged something that was bitter but had a kick to it. It had almost instantly made him drowsy and he had blacked out shortly after. When he awoke, Zecora was rubbing his crotch with one of her hooves, trying to coax out his stallionhood. When she had realised he was awake she had lain back and exposed herself to him. 

“Oh wanderer who does not fear the Everfree

Take a seat down by the fire and pleasure me.

My collection of toy sustains me much

But I’ve found myself missing a stallion’s firm touch”

DeVille had had no issue in obliging her request, and the pair had fucked the night away. Zecora had orgasmed four times before DeVille had flooded her tight cannel 

with his steaming stream of sweet semen.

He had left before morning and hadn’t been back since. Regardless of if they were asleep of awake, DeVille could always find a way to vanish before the sun came around.

Shaking his head DeVille turned away from the forest and returned to the more metropolitan view of Ponyville. There were still plenty of mares willing to give him a night of pleasure there. 

Flying down to the ground near Sugar Cube Corner, DeVille considered just going in a ploughing Pinkie. She always had time for him, and would constantly be up for some experimentation. He was just about to fly back up to her window when he noticed another light on across the way. If it was the building he thought it was, then the only dentist in Ponyville was still up and active. DeVille hadn’t ever been with her before. Maybe tonight would be the time to stake his claim.

Trotting over to the office DeVille looked at a sign that had been hung over the entryway



PONYVILLE DENTIST'S OFFICE.


OVER 10,000 SERVED




"Hmmm. Never been here before. I've heard some rumors about how good she is at her job. Let's see how she is in bed." the stallion remarked.

DeVille knocked lightly on the front door to the practice, hoping to get any kind or response, but nothing happened. Putting an ear to the door revealed another story. Along with his bat style wings, DeVille had retained the augmented hearing spells from his stint with the lunar guard. An almost indistinct sound greeted him, far too soft to be heard by anypony except him. It sounded like the rhythmic squishing sound of a well lubed object entering into another.

“Oh yes, just a little bit more.” He heard faintly, the voice coming from what he judged to be the upstairs part of the building. 

Grinning, DeVille pulled back. He knew exactly what that noise was; it was the sound of a mare clopping herself. It sounded like he was in luck tonight. 

Banging on the door harder, he listened again and heard the sound of a quiet ‘eek’ followed by running water. Hoofsteps followed down a set of stairs, and a few seconds later DeVille could see the inner door to the dental practice open through the glass panel of the outer door. It revealed a solid blue unicorn with a two tone dark blue and white mane cut evenly down the colour line. Her mane was slightly frizzy as if she had been laying down on it and wriggling around a bit. She had an annoyed expression on her face, as if she had been interrupted in the middle of something important. DeVille had a good idea as to what it had been.

“We’re closed, come back tomorrow,” The mare said through the window. DeVille didn’t move away from the outer door, but instead flashed up a toothy grin, showing off that he had perfect white teeth. 

The dentist opened the outer door with her magic, keeping a reasonable distance between herself and the random stranger that had appeared on her door. While Ponyville may have been one of the safest places in Equestria, with everypony knowing everypony; she wasn’t stupid. 

“I said we’re closed,” she repeated, annoyance beginning to tinge her voice. Her horn remained glowing as she kept a telekinetic spell at the ready.

DeVille smiled even more as he smelt the first wafts of her arousal on the air. This would be too easy. 

“You’re legs are open for business,” he countered.

“What did you just say?” she demanded, beginning to blush as she pushed her tail lower to cover herself. 

“I said your hindquarters are open for business and looking for a customer. I heard what you were doing upstairs, and I can smell the results from here.”

“You…how dare you!” she responded, trying to slam the door in DeVille’s face. He shoved a hoof in the door, wincing slightly as the pain of acting as a doorstop hit him.

Colgate stepped back as he began to walk into the anteroom that separated the practice from the outside. Rather than throw him out, Colgate shrank down to the floor. 

“Please, don’t tell anyone. I just moved here and I haven’t been able to find a stallion. My job doesn’t allow me to go out much… so I have to masturbate every night.”

“Well, you are in luck baby, this stallion is all yours,” DeVille replied as he moved in and gave Colgate a quick peck. 

“HEY!” she shrieked, her eyes widening as she realised just what had happened. 

DeVille ignored her and instead pushed her over onto her back. Before she could recover, he jumped in between her legs, licking her snatch and burying his tongue inside her body. The first thing that he noticed as he began besieging her temple was that her juices tasted almost exactly like a tube of toothpaste – a strong minty flavour. 

Colgate tried to resist the tongue that was worming its way into her body, pushing with her hooves against DeVille’s face. It was only a token effort however, and her resistances quickly became less and less as she realised just how good his tongue felt as it teased her holiest of holies. 

Soon her hooves ceased her attempt to push DeVille away and began to pull his head closer. Colgate was almost totally inexperienced in the art of love, all she knew was that this was the greatest feeling she had ever felt and she wanted to try more. 

Soon she felt a pressure build inside her body, almost as if she needed to pee badly. She recognised the feeling as the onset of an orgasm, but this one was stronger and coming on faster than any she had ever brought on herself. 

“Ugh, don’t stop. Harder, I’m coming,” she screamed out, instinct spreading her legs wider. DeVille’s tongue stroked over her puffing clit and Colgate jerked her head back and saw stars. Her pussy spasmed and squirted her minty fresh juice over DeVille’s face, which he licked off eagerly.

Colgate fell back, breathing hard as she hit the plateau of her orgasm. Her hips bucked and she squirmed around, trying to extend out this new peak in her personal experiences of pleasure.

As she came down and regained her breath, she noticed that DeVille’s body had reacted the only way it knew how to an aroused mare. He was fully erect and one hoof was slowly stroking is hardness. Colgate knew that she had to return the favor but she didn’t know quite how to do so. Looking around the room, her gaze alighted on her patients chair and a selection of medical tools that she kept stocked nearby.

“If the patient would care to take a seat, the doctor will be with him shortly,” she said, indicating to DeVille that he should get into the chair. He did so, laying back and allowing his erect length to bob up before him, silently begging for some action.

Before he had a chance to resist in any way, Colgate levitated a small gas mask over his face and the metallic hiss of a chemical mixture releasing filled his ears. A strange taste greeted his mouth and nose, and DeVille quickly found parts of his body becoming numb. His limbs grew heavy and he was unable to get up. 

Colgate removed the mask once she was sure that DeVille was adequately sedated but not quite knocked out. She wanted him to feel this just as much as she did after all. Looking down over his limp but still alert form, Colgate’s cunt began to drip harder. 

Picking up a toothbrush, she lowered it to her cunt and gently rubbed it against herself, relishing the feeling of the stiff bristles against her sensitive flesh. Soon the top of the bush was soaked in her juices and she removed it from her body.

Lowering it to DeVille’s mouth, she began to brush his already sparkling teeth with her love juices. “Brushe brushie brushie…” she chanted as she did so, making sure to get all the hard to reach places. 

DeVille’s mind was still active enough to understand what was happening to it, and he found it very arousing. This mare was about to have her way with him and all he literally could do was to lay back and enjoy it.

Colgate had to refresh her brush with her liquid arousal several times before she felt that she was done with her cleaning. Soon DeVille’s mouth had been polished to a gleam, every tooth coated in minty marecum. Colgate grinned at her work, but it was time to move on to the main event.

DeVille’s erect dick had been waiting at attention for the better part of ten minutes now and it was oozing fluids like it had sprung a leak. Colgate positioned her head and mouth over the tip, inhaling the strong scent of stallion for the first time. Once she had gotten her fill, she lowered her mouth around DeVille’s meat and clamped down with her lips. The strong salty taste of his precum hit her tongue as she ran it across the hardness filling her mouth, the gentle bumps of her tastebuds creating a pleasurable friction for the both of them. 

As she swallowed down to DeVille’s medial ring, Colgate hit her limit and began to choke. She had to pull back slightly or risk coughing or even vomiting, which was not how she wanted to remember her first time.

Once she felt she was ready, she dropped back down and began fellating DeVille’s penis again, licking and sucking as felt natural. 

Very soon, she felt DeVille’s dick begin to swell and she pulled off just in time to watch the first stream of his cum shoot out and splatter over his body. She watched with interest as the other ropes shot out, forming lines of semen along his wilting cock.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” She muttered, not waiting for a reply. 

Picking up her toothbrush again, Colgate began to brush her way over his limp appendage, cleaning off the spent cum and stimulating his penis back towards harness. 

DeVille grunted as he felt the spikes of the bristles rub against his flesh. It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasurable one. The bristles were soft enough that they didn’t cut into the soft flesh but they did stimulate it. Soon he was back at full hardness, with a cock polished to a shine that could blind Celestia.

Colgate got up above the chair and opened her legs, showing of her winking vag to DeVille. Drips of her marecum landed on his erect tool as she lowered herself towards him. DeVille managed to lift his head just enough watch with interest.

Colgate bit her lip as she felt the tip of DeVille’s flare prod against her opening. Shaking her flanks from side to side she managed to push the tip inside herself, gasping as he pushed and stretched her in ways that her smaller toothbrush could never hope to match. 

She kept going, her body expanding around his hard length until she felt him press up against the thin covering of her virginity. DeVille’s eyes widened as he realised the extent of her inexperience.

With as much will as his sedation will allow, he can get out eight words.

"Looks like this is your first time then."

She looks down at the stallion with embarresment and nods gently. She starts to press her rear down to try and break the covering but seems unable. Taking a quick gulp of air, she rises up and plunges down, puncturing herself. She cries out from the brief pain as his head waits agains her womb.

After a few seconds, the pain subsides and she can begin her ride. She looks around to make sure she can't be seen from outside. The windows seem to provide ample cover, but she feels she needs more. She casts a quick illusion spell that makes the work area seem vacant from the outside. If a pony were to walk through the door, they'd see it was anything but.

Her attention comes back to the Pegasus beneath her. Her juices leak over his sack and start to slide onto the floor. Giving him a stong kiss and tasting her own juices, she lifts her rear up and slams it back down. She grunts from the pleasure and does it again, trying to keep herself as quiet as possible so ponies walking by won't hear her.

DeVille relishes the attention his tool gets from the virgin. She may be inexperienced, but her pussy is so tight that he doesn't even care. He feels her walls squeezing on his member, trying to hold it still inside of her. As she keeps bouncing on him, she feels herself soming to her second orgams of the night.

With a upward thrust from DeVille, she clamps her vag down tightly on his dick, screaming in the absolute beauty of the feeling. She reahces down and rubs her clit as fast as she can, maximizing the happiness she feels.

"Sweet Celestia yes!" she bellows as she does her best to keep the orgasm going.

DeVille realizes that the gas is starting to wear of and tries to think of what to do. He could pretend he' still under, or he could get extra-curricular and show the mare the best time she could imagine. At the conclusion of Colgate's hard coming, he leans up and touches lips with her. She's caught by surprise and blinks before leaning into it.

"I hope you enjoy being rutted as much as you enjoyed riding me." the Pegasus snorts confidently.

The dentist just looks at him with hunger, hunger that she has never felt before. Masturbating was one of her hobbies, something she thought she would do for all eternity, but now that she has this stallion in her grasp, she doesn't want him to go. She feels a tear grow in her eye and wipes it away. She wiggles Mr Happy out of her rear and gets off the chair. She walks away from him and starts to head outside.

DeVille jumps up, his dick flailing, and gallops over to her. Before she can open the door, he puts a hoof on her back just as she's about to open the first door.

"What are you doing!?" he shouts in a whisper.

"After you finish fucking me...you're going to leave aren't you?" Colgate responds.

The sub-species Pegasus takes a step back and stares weirdly at her. He opens his mouth to speak, but words don't form. He tries to tell her he won't, but he can't bring himself to lie to her. He knocks hmself on the noggin and tries again to lie to her, but once again can't do it.

With a sigh, he opens his mouth and, for the first time, tells the truth. "Yeah, I will leave. Why did you think I would stay?"

She looks back at him over her shoulder with sad eyes. "I didn't," she says. "But I want you to. You're the first stallion I've ever slept with and I want to keep sleeping with a stallion. But you're going to leave and I don't get any time to go out and try to find a coltfriend. I don't have the time to find somepony to fuck me when I want fucked. I don't have any time to care for myself."

For the first time in his life, he feels a shred of pity. The feeling is like acid in his black heart of self-centeredness. Always thinking of himself has darkenes his soul, and this light from the pity he's feeling is hurting him. He walks back next to the mare and gives her a tight hug. Another tear falls down her face and lands on him. Soon, there is a stream going from her eyes to his body.

Wrapping her in his wings, DeVille gives her a soft peck on the cheek. She looks up at him with a small smile. She crouches under his body and licks his now-soft member. He puts a hoof on her back and stops her, She comes back up and gives him a look of question.

"No, you've done enough. You...just look for me and you can get a second round." he says quietly. "I've never cared about a mare's feelings before, but hearing you talk about your life...it made me feel..sypmathetic. I'm sure you're happy I've done what I've done to you. I wish I could stay, but I can't."

"No! You can't go! You didn't even come in me yet! Isn't that why you came, to relieve yourself?" Colgate whines.

He nods but still insists that he has to go. He grabs her into a tight hug and gives her one last deep kiss.

"I'm always out at night here in Ponyville. If you can find me walking these streets, I promise you, we will fuck and I will come in you. Just don't think I'll be around if you get pregnant." he says to her.

"I...I won't. You've already done tons for me. Just having you take my virginity has made me happier than you could ever imagine. " She gives herself a facehoof as he walks out the door. She dashes out after him and stops him just before he takes off. "Wait! I don't even know your name!"

"Oh?" he remarks, turning around to look at her. "My name is DeVille. Now, when you tell everypony how you got fucked tonight, don't use my name. I try my hardest to stay anonymous to the other party until I'm actually fucking them."

He smiles and jumps into the sky, opening his wings and flaping away to look for more prey, prey that won't tug at his dark heartstings. Colgate, now all alone, walks back into her office. She undoes the illusion spell and starts to clean up the juices she leaked onto the floow...with her tongues.

"So that's what I taste like," she says to herself. "I'm not surprised, I am a dentist afterall."

With the mess gone and no trace of her late-night activities, she heads back up to her apartment to sleep in peace.