Yes

The doctor measures you and announces you came up short. You are unsurprised. You've always been small and you had accepted that this would be your fate years ago. Assuming the position, you wrap your tails around yourself and wait. The doctor is talking, but his words aren't important. The foster system had drilled the rules into your head for the last year. Get the injection, have a baby within two years, please do not add it to our system.

Back then, you had rolled your eyes at their warnings. You had no intention of putting a child what you went through. You feel one of the doctor's hands on your waist and chitter softly when you feel the injection. It makes your magic feel strange. It burns like the midday sun on a summer day or a burning fire you can't escape. Your chitters grow louder as your tails go tighter, trying to stop the pain. But almost as suddenly as it begins, it fades away, leaving you feeling odd.

Then the doctor does his exam and it takes all your willpower not to bite him. You feel like your body isn't your own. Your magic is coursing through your veins, eager to spread life wherever you go. Outside, the dead flowers come to life once more and a mighty oak's leaves finally bloom. You whimper as he reaches inside you, feeling around for something you can still feel inside you.

"You're all set then, young man." he says, removing his fingers, "Again, please do try to reproduce within the time limit. I'd hate to see a beauty like you in one of those breeding programs."

You wince at his words, but nod. He's been giving you creepy vibes the entire visit and you can't wait to get away from him. You rush to get back into your day clothes and get out the clinic. Once your outside, you allow yourself to take a deep breath and calm down. If you never have to go back there, it'll be too soon.

Once calm, you begin to walk away. You have things to do and time waits for no one.