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Redheart fixed her nurse hat and arranged her coat, trying to compose herself for the donor who would soon arrive, and for her fulfillment of her newly assigned duties...even while she still was coming down from Fine Print's the mare's so-recently-departed hoof that had nearly drawn a climax from her. Instead of blissful release, Fine Print's rubbing had only left her needing to cum even more than ever, but without enough time to get herself off, only three minutes until her first donor came in.

<Bucking, BUCKING TEASING WHORSE!>

Restraining herself and retaining the decorum of professionalism, Redheart instead quickly wiped the evidence of her clear arousal off of her rump with some sanitary cloths, though the scent of two aroused mares that had spread throughout the room wasn't so easy to disguise. <Oh well,> she thought, <Maybe me being all hot and bothered, smelling like the horny mare I am, and another horny mare's scent alongside, will help a stallion get himself off faster at least...>

Now it was just a waiting game as she stood beside the mount, waiting for the telling series of knocks on the door. As she stood there waiting, she began to try and psyche herself up for what she was about to do. After all, if she HAD to do it, she may at least try to enjoy it.

<Well, I'll get to be pleasing a lot of likely-sexy stallions for a good cause, which could be fun. I'll be fulfilling my destiny too, if in a very...unorthodox way. I may even learn some new things about pleasing a stallion I never knew before!>

As she heard the five knocks on the door, Red straightened her hat as she went to answer the door. Her first donor of many had arrived

~

The first few donors that came in were pretty straight- forward: they signed in and signed their forms, went to the private, curtained bed in the back and didn't make much fuss, here to simply donate their sperm as they'd promised to and move on. No discussion, no hiccups, and nothing to make the whole awkward situation any more strange for either. They simply gave their still-warm, well-filled donation tubes to Red and she simply sealed them, tagged it with the stallion's name and, race, and date of collection, then and stored it in the freezer where she'd been told to.

The stallions were pretty simple to handle, and she found this whole once-intimidating strange thing becoming more and more routine as she went through stallion after stallion, struggling not to rub herself to the constant grunts, groans, and the scent of fresh stallion musk throughout; the distinct scent of virile seed as each climaxed to their own hooves or magic, her hooves, or to the prostate milking she applied to the more enduring of them:

<This isn't for your bucking pleasure Crescent Moon, gimme your bucking cum already, my hooves are starting to cramp!>

<Seriously Cherry Fizzle, I ain't a service mare...you're not paying' me by the hour, cum already or you get the rod up your ponut!>

After all, Fine Print had worked Red up and left her hanging right on the cliff of her orgasm right as she was scheduled to rub off a bunch of stallions and collect their virile cum, leaving her knowing that said cum was going to knock up a, if not several, mares in the very near future. Redheart would have to 'thank' her for all of that later, including stroking her deepest, strongest 'impregnation' fetish of impregnation. Something about a stallion getting a mare knocked up was just something she couldn't get over how sexy it was, even if she'd never had the privilege to experience it first-hoof. Perhaps one day, when she met the right stallion, she'd let him fulfill her deepest fetish in her heat, forming new life in her womb as he came deep inside of her.

Thankfully she was between stallions as she thought about getting knocked up, and she gasped when a small stream of her fluids escaped her as she moaned, feeling a strong twinge of pleasure within her belly and a single wave of orgasmic contractions, but that was all. <A bucking mini-orgasm? That's IT?!> she thought disappointingly, wiping herself clean just in time to hear five more knocks on the door.

~

She'd just finished off a handsome young Pegusus stud with a light-gray coat and a beautiful shoulder-length cyan mane, him filling one-and-a-half tubes, with her milking another few ccs out of him with another shock as she milked his prostate for more. She noticed that his was the kind of long, silky mane she'd just love to yank in her teeth as that massive, pulsing cock throbbing in the air right now was instead spurting that delicious, thick cum deep-right into her parched pussy--

<Bucking whorse just COULDN'T let me cum could she...>>

~

For the first couple hours, all went well., Procedure at its finest. The next round of ponies who came to the door however, were different from what she had been expecting. The first series of clients had been ponies she had never seen before or didn't know well, to her just faceless stallions with unfamiliar names from other parts of Ponyville or other towns that she'd never visited; but these newest ones, however, were ponies she knew and even some she talked to around Ponyville, some near-daily.

Mr. Cake was the first of those she knew who came in, waltzing right into the room without even looking to see who'd answered the door, bucking off his apron and tossing his hat over to the corner on a routine. He'd nearly reached the mount in the center before he finally caught a glimpse of Redheart now standing beside him.

<Mr. Carrot Cake? Oh buck...oh bucking buck, he's a married stallion and I'm supposed to collect HIM?! OH BUCK!>

"Oh! Oh...Nurse Redheart...I didn't know you did this sort of...um...job here?" he asked bashfully, a keen red glow about his orange cheeks in his embarrassment. He knew Redheart well enough, with her being a regular client at Sugarcube Corner, his and his wife Mrs. Cake's very popular bakery in Ponyville. Over the years they'd developed a good friendship, something that Redheart reluctantly realized that this may very well put to the test.

Nurse Redheart froze in place as she recognized her favorite baker, co-owner of Sugarcube Corner. The pony she bought muffins from every Saturday, and whose wife she'd actually helped with delivery when his twins had been born at this very hospital. He was staring at her, expectant of an answer, but she had no words to say, the whole situation having become very uncomfortable for her.

<Idiot! Of course you'd run into ponies you know! And so what if he's married; to you, he's just another donor here to give his load to some lucky mare to get pregnant with. Suck it up and go do your job!>

Red finally got over herself when she could see the silence between them was turning from bashfulness to shameful for the the kind middle-aged stallion, his eyes looking down as though he felt she was judging him for coming in here to donate sperm. If only he knew that was the last thing she intended or thought, indeed proud the father had come to give his proven-fertile seed to those who needed it.

<You made him feel bad! Go comfort him you foal!>

"It's...it's okay Mr. Cake," Red offered enthusiastically, "I'm just taking over this position for a few days while we get some fresh staff. Staff who are properly trained to do this task. I'm just a bit nervous since I'm new to this position, but I promise, I'm experienced in this type of...stimulation, and this should be over shortly."

<I've only been doing it for the past three bucking hours straight, so I better be good at it!>

Mr Cake's nervous smile returned as she finally responded and broke the uncomfortable silence, his eyes moving back to her face, "Oh okay then. Sorry to say this dear, but I'm getting kind of old. It's not as easy to...get aroused anymore by myself, so I'm...going to need some help."

"Oh."

<BUCK>!

After signing the necessary forms, they proceeded to the mount. "OK then. , please climb on the collection mount then please." Red asked, forcing a genuine-looking smile while, waving a hoof towards the large piece of furniture in the center, then drawing the curtains surrounding it around them once both had entered. She knew nopony else would come in the room, the stallions scheduled at thirty-minute intervals for their anonymity and privacy and her the only nurse on collection duty here, but she knew it always eased patients when the curtains were closed, forming that little cocoon of solidarity and solace for them. Given what she was about to do, Nurse Redheart was grateful for the feeling of anonymity herself.

<Faust forgive me for what I'm about to do......>

"I don't usually do this, donating for mares to get pregnant by themselves but....... I have my twins and love them to death, so I think it's only fair other ponies, whether mare couples or single mares, get a shot at having foals of their own foals to love as well." he stated as he walked past her, getting on the mounting frame and straddling his back legs, laying his chest across the pseudo-mare as Red moved to strap him in and prepare him for collection. She noticed just how experienced he seemed as she was cleaning his sheath's opening with a cleansing solution.

Not your first time here, is it you naughty married stallion?

Red found the yellow fur on his belly was strangely distracting for her, keeping her attention away from his maleness, but time was not on her side and she needed to get to it. The next stallion arrived in seventeen minutes, and Mr. Cake needed to be done and out of there with at least five minutes to spare so he could clean himself up from the greasy lube in a quick shower.

Redheart quickly put the straps around Mr.Cake's back hooves as she had every other stallion before him, leaving his fore-hooves to grasp the padded body of the mount. His breast was resting on it and his lower body from the base of his ribcage his chest down was free from anything under it, giving her room to...work. Gulping, with her preparations complete and her hooves gloved, the mare looked at the now-somewhat-intimidating pouch of yellow-furred flesh; knowing what it contained, and what she needed to coax out. She needed to get this married stallion hard for her.

<What I do for you Fine Print...>

Putting one of her hooves over his sheath, Red began to rub and stroke softly, watching as his hips started to buck in the familiar rhythm of sex and listening to the deep, masculine groans she was starting to love more and more with each donor that came in; the sound of a stallion being pleasured, generally by her hoof. She strictly focused on her work, facing away from Mr. Cake's upper body as she used both hooves to gently rub him to arousal.

"Sorry to make you feel uncomfortable there Miss Redheart. I've kept this donating a secret even from my wife...it would be too shameful for me to show my face again if it...ohhhhh ugghgh...got o-out that I, a happily married stallion, was donating my seed!" he cried as she started rolling her hoof in a clockwise motion over his now-bulging sheath, while rubbing his swelling balls lower down past his stomach with the other.

<Yeah, it'd be kind of hard to tell Mrs. Cake that you've got some strange nurse rubbing your cock and balls 'til you cum, then using it to knock other mares up!>

The baker thrust his hips rougher into her hooves as she started to rub a bit harder, groaning out as he could start to feel his flare begin to slide out of his sheath, it's pink-and-black-mottled, flat head peaking out as though to see the pretty mare coaxing it out.

Moments later Mr. Cake's stallion-pride stood fully hard, his fully-unsheathed length somewhat surprising the white mare; it was quite an impressive length, a full fourteen inches of hard stallion-hood that would please any mare who had the pleasure of having it inside of her. It would seem what mares said about Earth-Ponies was true...

<Oh Faust forgive me my wicked thoughts...>

"Well Mr. Cake, you can rest assured you have nothing to be ashamed about, especially not with something like _that_between your legs." Redheart cooed sensually as she applied more pressure, her other hoof now pressing into and stroking his perineum flank while he, lost in sensual ecstasy at having that highly-sensitive spot rubbed, licked at the mount's faux-fur lining and moaned deeply just like every time a stallion had jerked himself off, thankfully curtained off from her. Now, she didn't have the grace of a privacy curtain between the lustful moans of the pleasured stallion, and was indeed the source of those moans herself once more. She could feel her own nether growing moist at her actions, her own aroused scent that strongly permeated the room no doubt working the stallion up even more

Red quickly lubed her hooves, and soon after could feel Cake throbbing as he was nearing release some minutes of constant rubbing at varied speeds later. As she used her two well-lubed hooves to rub up and down his sizable spire, she kept targeting his very sensitive medial ring, knowing that rubbing along that band would usually set a stallion off quickly, and indeed seeing his glans swelling up into a mating flare as she did. She knew its purpose was to plug a mare's passage up and make it so his soon-coming seed would only be able to go up into her womb, to where it was needed, and she found that idea very instinctively arousing. In response to seeing him flaring, his pulses of pre-cum becoming larger and his throbs more insistent, she sped up faster with her lubricated stroking, hearing his grunts and moans and throbs rising to a crescendo.

"N-Nurse, I'm....I'M CUMMING!" Mr Cake shouted out just as she felt his whole rod stiffen in her grasp, his flare absolutely massive now, making his cock look nearly like a mushroom in general shape.

<Oh my Faust, what they say about Earth-Pony flares IS true! That flare is BUCKING HUGE! Oh Celestia, this is going to make Saturday muffin collection very awkward isn't it...>

Quickly, despite her lustful mind's fogging at the realization of what was about to happen inside of a tube instead of inside her aching marehood where it was so needed, Redheart grabbed and readied the collection tube, positioning his urethral process, all that would fit of his massive flare, into the tube and strapped it on - and just in time. She then spoke aloud the words of encouragement she'd wanted to speak to every stallion who walked in here, but never had the nerve to say such things to total strangers.

"Come on Mr. Cake, give your seed to all of those mares without a stallion who want a foal of their very own to love and raise. Fill up this tube with a whole new generation of little Cakes. Come on big stud, show me that same virility that knocked up your wife with twins and release that foal batter so it can swell a mare or few nice and big with foals. Your foals. Think of all the ponies that are gonna be mothers now, because of you, maybe even with more twins! Cum!"

<Yeah, talk dirty to him! Make him cum loads to knock up LOTS of mares!>

With that overwhelming, deeply-imbedded urge of impregnating a mare flowing through his mind, Mr. Cake let out a very deep breeding whinny as he harshly rammed his hips forward hard as though hilting a mare, nearly knocking the mare still rubbing him at his base onto her rump with the force, the tube thankfully attached to him and not possible to remove so easily.

Red had snuck a few rubs on her winking clit as his eyes were sealed in orgasmic ecstasy, savoring the little snakes of pleasure it sent down her spine. The floor around the mount was positively soaked with her honey, with her long ago losing the ability to care about that involuntary, inevitable reaction to jacking off stallion after stallion, the scent of their pheromones and musk and fertile seed filling the air sending her breeding instincts crazy and making her nearly feel like she was going into an early heat with the intensity of her need, her pussy squirting her lube all over the place.

Mr. Cake fired into the collection tube as he gave another sharp whinny, large powerful spurts of the proven-fertile, married Earth-Pony's seed filling the first one quickly. Red missed a shot of the valuable cream as she sealed the first tube, unwrapped the second, and pressed his process into it again before he got to work filling the second tube. His whinnies died out as the last strands of his thick load tapered off, filling the quickly-swapped second tube just over three-quarters of the way, even with Redheart having missed one huge glob.

<Buck...I'm going to have to clean that up later...>

Collapsing onto the mount, the now-spent stallion gasped for air as his intense climax tapered off and his afterglow bloomed in its place, Mr. Cake smiling a dazed smile as the nurse gave his base a firm squeeze and him a quick nuzzle on the cheek when she stood.

"Well, that wasn't so bad was it sir?" Buck that was hot...

"Not...not bad at all..." he stammered out, his once-huge flare shrinking and his spent stallion-hood now going limp as its task was completed, going back to its home in his sheath. "It really helps to have such a dedicated helper though. I think you're the best 'collection assistant' I've ever had..."

<Nope, definitely not his first time here if he's comparing...naughty stallion...>

"See you this Saturday?" Red then inquired, him knowing she always came by on Saturday to get the special daily muffins he made, knowing how much she loved those cherry-cheesecake pastries...

"I'll see you then. I'll make sure to save the best ones for you, as always!"

"Definitely... but I don't think we should tell your wife that that's the _second_time this week you spilled some 'batter' for me..." Red quipped, Mr. Cake laughing at her joke as his back legs were freed and he moved on his way, picking up his apron and hat from the floor, heading to the shower after he signed out.

Oh bucking buck, I'm going to Tartarus for that analogy aren't I?

~

Nurse Redheart had several more encounters with ponies she knew over the course of the shift, most notable of them Soarin' of the Wonderbolts. It seemed he wasn't just quick only in the sky, as he seemed to have a hair trigger to a mare rubbing him too, with him no sooner being strapped in and unsheathed, with her only lubing him up and rubbing him a couple of times, before he flared and he was cumming like a garden hose... and damn if he didn't have a lot to fire off! He filled two whole containers and, by the end of it, his balls looked a lot more shrunken as he then dismounted the false mare with a satisfied smirk on his face as Red unstrapped his back hooves. He must have been it saving up for this.

When the arrogant colt gave Red a smack on the flank, that earned him a shocked whinny - and a just-as-hard smack across his smug-grinning muzzle!

"Sir, hooves to yourself! This was strictly for a professional, medical reason..." she scolded, watching with glee as a shocked look came to his face that she'd actually struck a stallion of his status.

.

<Bucking animal! I swear he only came in to get a free hoof-job by a pretty nurse, and not to donate sperm. Oh well, donated sperm he did, and it will likely be in high demand to have foals by such a famous, handsome, genetically-powerful Pegasus stallion like him; a Wonderbolt, one of the fastest Pegusai alive. His powerful flight genetics will be worth a lot to pass on to the next generation of athletes, even if he is an arrogant little foal himself.>

"Ok, we're done here Mr. Bolt." Red said flatly after she'd labeled and stored his samples away, him watching the whole time - impatient to get Soarin' out of there as his advances started going from almost playful to outright annoying and boastful. His grin was cute, his face and body handsome, but the stifling pride and arrogance he held within him his words passed on to her pissed her off more than she thought it should.

"Yeah, whatever whorse."

<Bucking. Animal.>

"Leave. Now." Red said with some venom, and the arrogant Wonderbolt finally left to shower the lube off. As he'd left completely, she saw a signed poster of himself with 'To my big fan' written on it left on the counter, with her cutie mark drawn crudely beneath it. He must have left that while she was freezing his sample.

<HA! 'To my big fan.' Well here's to a huge bucking plothole!> Red promptly dumped the poster into the wastebasket, stamping it with her hoof a few times for good measure.

~

Redheart was extremely tired by now, with a glance at the clock showing she'd been collecting directly or indirectly for the past 5 hours, but yet she had a few more stallions scheduled to donate.

<Holy hay, Fine Print wasn't kidding when she'd said they were way behind quota!>

The last few jobs however, weren't too bad, with all but one thankfully preferring to do it themselves, and the only one who'd 'needed help' was finished within two minutes, thanks to the rod he agreed to have put up his flank and the gentle shock setting his prostate ablaze with orgasm.

As she felt him throbbing in her hoof and whinnying out his climax, the scent of freshly-spilled seed was fresh in her muzzle as she capped off the life-giving-seed-filled tubes and labeled them Crescent Moon | P, Red had found she'd had become more than just accustom to this. She didn't know if it was her at this point nearly-crippling arousal messing with her mind, or if she truly loved hearing the moans of the stallions as they gave in to their lust; the feel of their muscles tensing up and members going rigid as they shook from the power and strength of their releases in her hooves, their cock pumping that life-giving fluid for some lucky mare to get knocked up with.

It was addicting, it was intimate, and she couldn't get enough of it.

<Oh dear Faust, what the hay is happening to me...?>