A/N: written for prompt #40 (medical) at hentai_contest
"Your Pants Are Red" by Dr. Abraxas (2011-09-12)
"Joy - to ER - STAT!"
She dropped what remained of that x-ray and fled the office.
"Brock..." Joy lamented at their intimacy interrupted.
Joy hid at that office adjacent radiology. Afront the viewer she examined the image ... white and black ... eerie, cloudy structure - flesh as revealed by Roentgen.
She adjusted bright until contrast appeared - and at its view of pelvis emerged a subtle yet tractable outline. The youth was exposed tiny and soft. She traced the image, giggling, blushing...
Unseen, the crack of her cunt dripped her broth.
Brock's arm had been fractured.
Joy thanked whatever controlled the universe. That such a patient would be brought to her and only her ER! Even with clothes (and flesh) the youth tickled her clit. The tall, dark - mature - Brock. Oh ... exactly how mature she was determined to know.
Only two x-rays of the arm were asked - then she told the youth to sit - then she aimed the camera between the legs.
"Um, Nurse? It's just my arm..."
"We need to know it's just your arm. You suffered quite an injury! Now - your pants need to go - do you feel well enough to get on all four's ... er ... all three's?"
Strangely, yanking the belt, unzipping the fly, grazing the heat off of that area, it did not excite Joy as the thought that she would be gazing at the x-ray to follow. What was it about that image? It inspired the nurse to be bold. It sent a tear fall her chasm of her muchacha.
Another x-ray of that fine, fine up-turned-ass. Such a coccyx! What thighs! And that void spread between them. The fragment of skull as it gazed front to back at the instrument.
Down went the pants! Up went the temperature!
Her vag was swollen. Her clit poked like eye through lid. She took the x-ray from the viewer to the cunt. It crumpled, crinkled as she slathered it everywhere...
"Oh, Brock, do you know where that tackle of yours is? Oh, to be making babies ... with your bones!"
With a mind shattering gasp she looked at the x-ray - torn and shredded - and red where it kissed lip...
When it started she could not say. It just seemed as if she were born with that fetish. Gods, what an urge to explain! So bizarre who would have guessed it was the spark of a thousand forbidden rupture...
At the ER:
"Um, Nurse?"
"Yes, Ash."
"My Pikachu's looking really really drained..."
"Hm, let's get the both of you into x-ray."
"Both?"
"Never too careful."
"Um, Nurse?"
"Yes, Ash."
"Your pants are red."
Joy blushed - "Must have been my last patient... Darn, I need to change at radiology too... You need a clean pair of underwear yourself!"
Ash blushed - she liked to take x-rays ... lots and lots of x-rays. What did his butt have to do with the health of his Pokemon? Well, what did it hurt...
"Pika ... Pika ... Pikachu!"