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Nurse Redheart was not amused to say the least. She had just spent the better part of her entire morning sorting out a, "small," clerical error that somehow had led to the greatest misplacement of hospital equipment ever seen in Ponyville history. First thing she heard when she came on shift in the morning, was the need to sort out this "minor" problem. Of course then she was expected to be the one to spend the rest of her morning dealing with this. Angrily she had stormed into the offices, passing several work stations until she reached the station dealing with hospital inventory. Upon arriving the first thing she did was chew out the new young unicorn staff member that had screwed up the equipment order. "What in the HAY, were you thinking? Do they give jack ass awards for the biggest screw-up now at the weekly staff meetings, cause i seem to have misplaced my invitation," she hollered at the medium sized blue unicorn, probably judging by his youth just fresh from being a colt, who was at the moment recoiling in terror. "S-s-s-s-sorr-sorry M-m-mam, I-I- was just writing out t-t-the f-form, when i accidentally..." he never got any farther before one of Nurse Redheart's hooves darted underneath his belly and forcibly gripped his second horn. The unicorn halted mid speech, not daring to say anything else, not even daring to move as the white pink maned pony put her muzzle next to his. His green eyes wide and focused, now starring into her Purple hues. Redheart had always enjoyed looking into others eyes, it was able to be either intimidating or intimate depending on the situation and pony in question. Right now it was definitely intimidating the unicorn stallion. "Accident?" She glowered at him, her eyes bulging and burning in a very unattractive manner. "No, an accident is having to clean up after a patient when they miss the lavatory, accident is when you have to replace an i.v tube or a dinner that isn't hot enough, this is a DISASTER!" She screamed. The Unicorn male still refused to speak, whimpering as he felt her squeeze hard, his eyes going wide and terrified, in his mind he was screaming and begging her to not harm his special piece. After a few moments of rage, order and sense returned to the Nurse mare, who released the stallion's pride. She shook her hoof glaring at him before she managed to fully clam down. Flicking her pink mane back she then leaned her head in and clay nuzzled the terrified male, softly. Part of her still annoyed, while also realizing she didn't want to give this unicorn a heart attack. She brought her head up and clay looking into his still wide eyes, she nodded towards the filing cabinet behind him. "If you would please get me the proper form with the correct I.D. numbers and destinations," she calmly stated. "Then I can sort this out."He nodded and slowly back up towards the file cabinet, much to her annoyance. The male was not willing to turn his back on the terrifying mare, back-stepping to the cabinet, he fumbled around in it for a while checking each paper as he brought it out. Finally he managed to snare the right one and quickly hopped over to her, handing her the parchment form. "H-Here you are miss," he squeaked out, before once again backing up and away from er moving around his desk and over to the water fountain by the door. She rolled her eyes and was miffed to see this little exercise had taken up far too much time, time she did not have nor want to waste. As she turned to leave the office, she saw the unicorn male sipping water from the fountain, presenting his very vulnerable flank to her line of sight. She eyed it a painfully dark thought entering her mind, watching the silly unicorn screw up. Even his cutie-mark looked screwed up she noticed, being a parchment with quill, and with a large x across the parchment paper. How very fitting for him. Before she passed him she had decided she would give him him one final hurrah for the mess he had caused for her today, deducing to hive him a shoeing send off. Afterwards as she trotted down the hall towards the nearest ward, parchment in her mouth, she remembered with fondness the painful shout he had made, smirking to herself. Serves him right for all this mess. That particular stallion would not be sitting peacefully for at least a week, and he was going to definitely need to wear something to cover up the dented hoof mark in his backside. Then for the next six hours she had been going up, down, and around the entire hospital, matching i.d. numbers to their respective equipment, and then escorting that very same equipment back to it's place of origin, or in many cases their new destination. Of course she had to do it all on her own once again, given the hospital
was of course short staffed, once again. This was something that was becoming more and more common, given how few mares (or stallions) were getting cutie-marks in nursing or health lately. "For the love of Celestia Mayor Mare, had better pass the Nurse Expansion Pack quick, otherwise we're going to be running a ghost crew over her," thought Redheart to herself. She was feeling a bit flustered, and so stopped suddenly in the corridor, leaning against the cool wall for some extra support, while taking a much deserved breather. It felt like she had been going all day, yet it was only noon, the hospital staff just going on their lunch break. A pair of orderlies trotting past her dipped their heads in greeting, which she returned politely, before scowling, snorting in her head,"Where were you two five hours ago?" She was very tired and ready to go home, but alas, her shift didn't end for another several hours, and she didn't have any other patients to check on today. For the first time in a long time the hospital was practically empty of casualties, newborns, or the sick and dying. This was a relatively new experience for most of the hospital staff, and yet even with the lull in patients, available nurses were few and in between. What was more shocking however, was the lull in activity itself. Times like like this was rare for a town that saw some sort of accident, invasion, monster attack, or disaster in some form, on a continual weekly basis. It meant great news for Ponyville, but boring news for the pony Nurse, as now the hospital was taking an opportunity with the drop in patients, to do some long overdue inspection and inventory. This of course was all very tedious, boring and not too easy on a poor mare's back. The pay wasn't that good either, but it did bring her joy to help out others in need, even if when ticked off she could get...pushy. Usually she didn't have to worry about that, most ponies were courteous and knew the proper hospital decorum and behaviour. The only times there was ever usually trouble was when that pink pony or the blue winged pegasus with the rainbow mane and tail were here. Neither of those two seemed to understand or respect hospital etiquette, and that really made her snort. All of sudden she felt herself lifted away from the wall, supported by another's weight as someone else leaned their body underneath hers, helping in holding her up. "Easy er' Red, you look like your
about ta take a tumble on the ground er'," came the cheerful street accent of her fellow colleague, nurse Tenderheart. Her greyish blue pelt mixed with Redheart's snow coloured white, the smaller mare flicking her green mane and tail as she supported the pink maned white pony. Redheart blushed, before replying, "thanks T, just a bit overworked today, i'll be fine in a moment." Tenderheart smiled up at her, one thing connecting both mares aside from their similar build and curves, was that both of them had the same eye colour, deep purple...and right now two pairs of purple eyes were starring at each other, attempting to see which one was deeper. It was one of those intimate eye contact moments where Redheart loved to just stare into her friends eyes, as if she could see Tender's soul on full display just for her. Tenderheart and Redheart had been friends for a long time, ever since they trained to be nurses together. Both had acted as the other's rock for all the crap they had, had to go through to get this far. Despite having perfect cutie-marks for nursing and health, they had faced their fare shares of criticism and obstacles. Redhearts' had been her temper and no-nonsense attitude, that was considered by some, to be a very possible liability for when dealing with the public, especially in harsh or flustered circumstances. Tenderheart had helped her with anger management and testing her resolve around others, she had gotten way better, but she still had no time for goofing off or improper etiquette. Tenderheart was beautiful, smart and funny, good with patients and public alike, however, she was not from around Ponyville. Her home was a place in the far west called, Exmoor. Her accent reflected that quite well, she was from the working class and talked like it. Many ponies found her accent hard to understand or grating on their ears, but to Redheart it was a from of poetry. She had spent many nights helping the other mare to improve on her accent, but had wanted her to not lose it entirely, since she loved the way it sounded. Together they had supported each other through it all, proving to themselves and others that they could do their jobs without such meaningless fluff getting in the way. Since graduating and being accepted at the hospital both of them had been very good friends and still made sure to support each other, mentally, emotionally and as it would seem right now,
physically. "Hard morning of work then eh love?" Asked Tenderheart, flicking her green mane back out of her eyes. "Oh yes," replied RedHeart. "Some new young folder holder screwed up an inventory form and had half the equipment set for inspection, scattered about the entire hospital." "Oi how dreadful for you, ya did'n do it all by yourself?" Asked Tenderheart her eyes lit up with concern. "Of course i did it by myself, everyone else is busy...Snow is doing inventory and shelf stacking in the left wing, Sweet is out sick, and dear Rhyme is de-lousing the beds...and you sweet T, were where?" Tenderheart smiled at her, "I was wash'n ot' the bed pans." The two giggled at each other before continuing back along the corridor. Redheart pushed herself off her friend and walked on her own four hooves, having recuperated enough to stand alone. sigh "I'm thinking i might take a half day, i mean there is nothing really for me to do now," she told the Grey-blue mare beside her. Tenderheart's smile turned to a frown, her eyes looking down as she tried to get out what she needed to say. "Sawy love, but i was wait'in for ya to rest a bit before i told ya the news..." Redheart groaned as they finally exited the corridor and arrived in the front reception room. "What did you need to tell me T?" She asked. "Miss Pris was lookin' for ya, sounded sure urge't" Redheart let out a whinny of displeasure. Miss Pris was the name Tenderheart gave to the bane of every nurse's existence at the hospital, Fine Print. Fine Print was the acting head of both public relations and pony resources for the hospital, and the main head of...basically anything that had to do with administrative duties for the entire hospital. She was a very shrewd and proper mare, a stickler for procedure, as well as a bit of a buzzkill. Redheart hated having to deal with her. One would of thought they would get a long fine with their love of proper etiquette and procedure, but Fine print just had cold calculating whose written all over her. She loved to criticize and chew out the nurses and staff for anything from a a button out of place to failure of walking correctly (apparently there was a way to do that wrong). She often snapped at Redheart fro looking to provocative (She didn't really get how that was possible) and chastised Tenderheart for sloppy work ethic (as if). Fine Print was from an old family, one who dated back decades, and she had seemingly inherited the blue blood syndrome from them. Her family connections and admittedly successful worth ethic had gotten her hired and appointed as the key administrator for the entire hospital. Despite the feelings she had against her, Redheart fully understood that she was the boss and when she wanted you, you had better come along fast. "Fine, then i'll go and see what she wants now, take care Tenderheart, i'll see you at the end of shift," she called behind her as she passed her friend and headed for Fine Prints office. The PR mare's office was at the end of the hall in the B-wing of the hospital, just two wings away from where Redheart had left the reception office. She arrived at Fine Prints door and politely knocked her hoof against the oak wood several times. "Come on in!" Came a sharp, strict sounding voice, to which Nurse Redheart grimaced as she pushed the door with her head, slipping into the office as it swung inward. The office was cramped but it served it's purpose. The majority of the space in the room was filled with file cabinets and shelves packed with boxes, in the centre of the office was a cramped table, piled high with folders, pens and ink, as well as a beat up type writer whose mechanical ka ching ka ching ringed off as the mare in front of it typed away. Fine Print was actually not half bad looking, older than most of the nursing staff, but only by a few seasons. She was lanky but not too thin, with beautiful and dapper green fur. Her blue mane was carefully braided and dangled around her shoulders and neck, one odd bang hanging over her right eye...it was almost cute in its own way. Her face was young and soft looking, but her eyes were hard and stern, her yellow irises like bland sunflowers swaying back
and forth as she never broke contact with what she was hammering out on the type writer. As Redheart came up to her she couldn't suppress the sense of arousal that came from being close to this pretty mare...Red had always known she played both sides of the wonder-bolt court, but lately as her work got more and more tedious, she had forsaken exploring this further with regular relationships and become accustomed to getting her rocks off, solo. She had managed to contend herself with working off of mere looks and glances. Needless to say she hadn't been having much luck, and seeing the beautiful mare up close was really starting to do it for her. "Good you're here Redheart...if you haven't noticed we're a bit understaffed today," said Fine Print, sternly, her voice soft but as sharp as it was cold. "I kind of gathered that Mam," confirmed RedHeart innocently. "Well then you mind explaining to me why you felt it necessary to accost and practically hospitalize one of your own team mates and one of a very few male administrators we have on duty?" Growled the green coloured mare. Redheart gulped nervously, the sense of arousal she felt towards Fine Print died immediately, as she dried up and her senses went from sensual to high alert. Realizing she had to tread carefully on this one, she managed to meekly reply, "well he made a massive error that caused a disaster with the inventory, it took me the better part of the day to fix it..."she drifted off fully aware of the focused glare the other mare was giving her. "Then you write him up, or you give him a citation, not a hoof up the rear, and definitely not anything involving gripping his stud stick," she spat. Redheart looked down at her hooves, bashfully fiddling with her two from legs, "I apologize mam, i was just a bit ticked off..." "Well that's why you need to control yourself, we've gotten a few complaints about your...aggressive attitude in the past. While some violations could be excused this is not one of them." Redheart began to worry that she was about to be sanctioned herself, that or fired...just the thought was alarming and upsetting. Water began to fill her eyes in preparation for the bad news. "For that reason i am assigning you a new duty set for the next week," stated Fine Print. This new set of duties should give you time and experience with working on being a more gentler, calmer mare." Eyes wide with surprise, Red lifted her head up and asked, "What new duties would those be mam?" At that Fine Print stopped typing, and an happy grin unusual for her character sprawled across her muzzle. "Oh my dear it's quite an...interesting duty, in fact it's very hooves on work. As we're short staffed i've been meaning to get another nurse to handle this duty until we can get a few more ponies." Redheart frowned at the other mare's secrecy...hating the way Fine Print was lauding the unknown to her, but finding herself allured to it as well. "I'll show you to your new position personally," laughed Fine Print, pushing herself away from the desk and stretching her hooves. Together the two mares totted down the hospital wings, going past A-wing, cutting through B, and maneuvering around c-wing, before reaching a set of stairs leading down. "I didn't even know we had a basement level," inquired Redheart, having never been to this section of the hospital before. "Yes it's a special wing we reserve for a more...discrete set of tests and appointments," replied Fine Print, leading Redheart down the staircase. When they had reached the bottom there was only one long corridor and one room at the end. The two hospital mares came up to the door, pausing for a second, Fine Print eyed redheart once more. "Before we go in, i need you to swear no matter what happens, you will do your duty to the best of your ability and to the greatest efficient capacity..." "Yeah sure," "SWEAR TO ME!" "Alright, alright...I nurse Redheart, first Nursing division of Ponyville, do solely swear to fulfill the duties of my newly assigned position to the best of my ability and as efficiently as i am able." Fine Print gave a satisfied
grunt and smirk, "good then let's get you started," and with that she pushed the door inwards and they stepped inside. Redheart was not quite prepared for what she saw next, the room was fairly large, very cool and sterile. it was padded with chrome tiles and the walls were painted vanilla white. A medical bed which appeared to be on a swivel, was anchored to the middle of the room, a sink and entire cabinet of shelfs, filed with tools, medicine, potions took up the left side of the room. A series of weird and strange looking machines decorated the wall of the right side. The back of the room had a screen and projector set up, while the other walls were plastered with (to Redheart's shock and growing arousal) pictures of numerous female ponies bending over and or on their back, showing off their, "assets." "w-w-what is this place?" She asked quite alarmed, still not quite understand why they had some sort of sex lab in their basement. "This is a special discrete clinic where we help to...encourage stallions to contribute to the medical cause," replied Fine Print. "So this whole room is just for giving blood?" "No, not blood..." "But...what else can theyyyyyyoooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Squeaked Redheart finally understanding what Fine Print was getting at. "Yeah, as you know this kind of...activity is very personal and can be a bit embarrassing for males, so we use this office down here for them to extract in peace and privacy." Fine Print led her over to the massive cabinet and showed her an entire shelf of thick long tubes. "Your task is easy, when the stallions comes in, you help, extract their sample and fill at least two of these for each client...then you are to seal them, label them and finally store them in the freezer under the sink...got it?" Red heart's head swam and she couldn't really believe what she was being asked to do. "So you want me to milk stallions until they fill two of these huge tubes?" "That's correct." "But...b-b-but..." stammered Redheart. "It's quite important Red, we're in desperate need for fresh samples to send to the fertility clinic...not too many mares have been able to conceive naturally lately." Red heart calmed down at that, long enough to at least accept what she would be doing, but a few things still evaded her. "Umm with what do i milk them?" She asked timidly, not breaking eye contact with Fine Print. The green mare smiled and all of a sudden she had one of her hooves fumbling at Redheart's crotch, while the other gripped her hind flank tight. "Well let me show you, little filly," she whispered seductively into the white mare's ear, Redheart burning bright crimson beneath her fur. The green mare pushed her body up alongside Red's her muzzle gently biting the tip of Reds ear. "I always thought you were cute...a bit crass at times, but cute...you don't know how tiresome it is to see such beautiful mares like you every day, but not be able to talk to them, as you would want to." Redheart just nodded her head, understanding in many ways, one reason why she and Tenderheart were still only friends. It would be too difficult to work side by side with your special some pony day and night, in this kind of profession. Fine Print gave a sigh before she returned to the business at hand, making sure to give the white mare a good demonstration. "Manual stimulation is traditional, just grip and stroke, like polishing a stone," she whispered as her hooves slowly began to rub and stroke along the white mare's pink folds, flicking ever gently over the little nub that was her clit. Redheart went frigid, her hind legs nearly collapsing from seeing up at the pleasant stimulation, her heart pounding as the pretty mare touched her in a way she had not been touched in ages. Letting out a squeak like moan her body going stiff, Redheart buried her muzzle into Fine Print's soft neck and muffled the moans threatening to leap from her throat. "Of course manual stimulation can take some time, there is of course the more faster and efficient method of prostate milking," murmured the green mare, as the hoof
gripping Redheart's flank left her rear and picked up a stainless steal looking rod. Bringing the small rod near the white mares face, Fine Print pressed the small button on the underside and the rod extended a few more inches, she then pushed a second button on the side of the hilt and the tip of the rod emitted a quick electrical zap. "Lance a fire cracker up a stallions exhaust pipe and bam they'll leak a gasket right off." Redheart only nodded and moaned again, her bosses free hoof still playing with her nethers. She was perfectly content to bite softly into the warm fur and flesh of her superior to keep the screams repressed. Fine print pulled her hoof away slowly almost with a sense of remorse, before nuzzling Redheart's chin softly. "In a day or so we're supposed to get some new equipment to help quicken this, but due to our short staff, they won't be able to arrive until tomorrow, and we have no one else able to do this right now." Redheart returned the nuzzle gazing into the yellow eyes and smiling bashfully as the other mare did the same. "Think you can handle it nurse?" Asked Fine Print expectantly? "S-s-sure thing, boss," replied Redheart enthusiastically. "Good then get ready, your first appointment starts in five." Redheart watched the green mare leave not missing the little wave of her hips as she flashed the seductive shape of her green toned flanks as she left. Red was bale to catch a brief shot of her scroll under a magnifying glass cutie-mark. The white mare fixed her nurse hat and tried to compose herself, quickly wiping off the evidence of her arousal with some rags, she then threw into the trash bin. Now it was just the waiting game, and as she stood there waiting she began to try and psyche herself up for what she was about to do.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The first few stallions were pretty forward, they came in saddled up on the bed and didn't make much fuss. They were here to simply do their thing and move on, no discussion, no hiccups, northing to make the whole awkward
situation any more strange. They were pretty simple to handle and she found herself becoming more and more accustomed as she went through male after male, to the constant grunts groans, and smell of fresh stallion musk and seed. The next round of ponies however, were different from what she had been expecting. The first series of clients had been ponies she had never seen before, but the newest ones were ponies she knew and even talked to around Ponyville. Mr. Cake was the most astounding as he waltzed right into the office, bucking off his apron and tossing his hat over to the corner before he caught a glimpse of her. "Oh oh, nurse Redheart...i didn't know you did this sort of...job, here?" He asked bashfully, a keen red glow about his cheeks in his embarrassment. Nurse Redheart froze in place as she recognized her favorite baker, the pony she bought muffins from every Saturday, and whose wife she had been with when his two children had been born. He was starting at her, 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, suck it up girl. She got over herself as she could see the silence between them was turning from bashfulness to shame, his eyes looking down as if he felt she was judging him. If only he knew that was the last thing she intended. "It's okay Mr. Cake," she said enthusiastically. "I'm just taking over for a few days while we get some fresh staff." Mr Cake's smile returned his eyes moving back to her face, "oh, okay then, so how do you want to...?" He trailed off. "Over on the bed please," she answered. "I don't usually do this, but i have had my kids, so i think it's only fair other ponies get a shot to have their own as well," he added as he walked past her. He trotted over and hosted himself up onto the frame, lying on his back his head now facing her her red crossed flank as she moved to stand beside the medical bed. His yellow and orange fur was easily and strangely distracting for her, keeping her attention away from his maleness, but time was money and she needed to get to it. Putting one of her hooves over his sheath, she began to rub and stroke softly, watching as
his hips bucked in the familiar rhythm and listening for the sweet groans she was starting to love. "Ugghh sorry to make you feel uncomfortable there miss Redheart, it's just that i've kept this 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!" He cried as she started rolling her hoof in a clockwise motion, while rubbing his stomach with the other. The baker thrust his hips into her hooves, groaning out as he could start to feel his cock begin to slide out of his sheath, his fully unsheathed length surprising the white mare. "Well Mr. Cake, you can rest assured you have nothing to be ashamed about, not with something like that between your legs." She applied more pressure, her other hoof now stroking his flank while he, lost in sensual ecstasy licked her cutie-mark, making her gasp and grow wet a little. She could feel his throbbing pony staff shake and churn as he was nearing release and in response she sped up faster with her stroking. This was going to make Saturday muffin collection very awkward, was all she cold think as she readied the collection tube. Pushing the stallion onto his side, she angled the tip of his horse meat into the collection tubes lid. She bent down and whispered into his strained ears. "Come on Mr. Cake, spill what you got hiding inside that massive cock of yours....gonna fill up the tube with a whole new generation of little cakes huh? Cum on big stud, show that same virility that knocked up your wife...do it again, think of all the ponies that are gonna be dads and moms because of you, cum!" With that he groaned, his blush as bright as his pleasure as he fired into the collection tube, large powerful spurts and blasts of middle-aged horse cum, his whinny dying out as the last strains of his load tapered off. Collapsing back to the bed, he gasped for air, and smiled as the nurse gave his backside a firm pat and a quick kiss on the cheek. "Wasn't so bad was it sir?" "Not too bad, good thing to have such a dedicated helper," he replied, giving her cheek a response kiss. "See yo this Saturday?" He Inquired. "Definitely but i don't think we should tell your wife this is the second time this week you spilled some batter for me." He laughed at her joke and moved on his way, picking up his apron and hat from the floor. She had several more encounters with ponies she knew over the course of the shift, Soarin of the Wonderbolts included. It seemed he wasn't just quick only in the sky. He seemed to have a hair trigger, but damn if he didn't have a lot to fire off, by the end of it he looked a bit thinner, a satisfied smile on his face. He too gave her a kiss on the flank, earning him a shocked whinny and straight a cuff to the face. "Please sir, hooves to yourself...you naughty thing," she scolded. After him another couple of stallions she recognized as the ones two who lived down the road from her, strolled in. They came in together, one grey furred the other brown, they seemed a bit uneasy. Turned out they were a couple and wanted to go together...she couldn't refuse and as she worked at the grey one, her hoof bouncing up and down, his partner picked up one of the rods and prepared his lovers back passage. The grey pony grabbed onto her holding her tight, her hoof still stroking up and down, again and again, unrelenting, as his mate stuck the rod straight and true. The grey ponies hooves gripped her even tighter, his moans buried in her neck and she soothing held him and whispered sweet words and encouragement to him, always stroking. Eventually the rod hit the Greys prostate making him scream as she pulled the tube over his tip just in time as churning white seed splashed into the collection piece. Next came the brown pony, his partner helping her the same as the brown had helped him. She began stroking fast and regular, alternating her hoof motions to keep him on edge but also to keep her hoof from tiring out. The grey managed his brown lovers shoulders and stoked his back, watching as intently as she did at the arching and stiffening movements of the male as he entered rut. She lowered her body so she could stroke the pony's male meat with one hoof and cradle his balls in the other. Feeling the weight of a pair of full stallion makers, was amazing to feel, the leathery feel of the scrotum sack, and the way the two large balls clacked together
like billiards. Red kept storing even as she felt the grey stallion begin to play with his friends back entrance. Just play, he didn't put one of the rods in or anything, just toying with the brown's tail and speaking his flank. The brown stallion giving out a pleasured whinny as he thrust with all his might into the mare's white hoof. She watched as the stallions body motions began to pick up, thrusting faster and with more power. The large horse dick in her hand starting to feel like a hot piston, back and forth, back and forth. She could feel the brown's testicles shake and throb as the stallion began to near his completion. His balls getting ready to release their precious foal batter, the brown male loving the way his grey partner licked his neck and stroked his tail. She watched fascinated as the scrotum sack deflated, the balls going taught in her grip, shrinking like fresh squeezed grapes. The brown stallion came hard, a loud whinny and grunt of bliss, thrusting one last time into her hoof, as he blew a sizeable load into the container, his eyes rolling into his head as his grey lover hugged him, his head nuzzling into his brown partners neck. Redheart smiled at their mutual affection and helped the two wash themselves before sending them on their way. Accepting a friendly nuzzle from the grey male in thanks as the brown simply nodded but gave her a sheepish smile instead. She wished them a good day and told them she would like to come over for tea someday down the line, to which they agreed. She was tired by now, but she had a few more stallions to go, it want too bad, and she had become more than just accustom to it, she loved hearing the moans of the males as they gave into lust, the feel of their muscles and bodies, as they shook from the power and strength of their release. It was addicting and it was intimate, and she couldn't get enough of it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Her last patient of the day almost surprised her as she came face to face with the young stallion she had...left quite an imprint on. Both mental and physical. Realizing this must be Fine Prints idea of
restitution, she prepared herself for the amazing "sorry" she was about to give this young lad. He was terrified, and shaking in his hooves, one hoof reaching back to rub the mark she had left on him, practically feeling it throb as she stared at him. "S-s-s-sory a-a-again ma'm, miss Fine Print said i could make up for my mistake today if i made a contribution to the effort," his voice shaky and crisp. She trotted up to him and very calmly touched noses with the blue Unicorn, mindful to avoid his horn. Starring into his shallow green eyes with her own purple she smiled at him and softly cooed, in an effort to clam him down. "Shhhh...shhhh...it's okay, no more yelling from me understand?" She asked softly, rubbing his nose with hers as he gently nodded his head, his impressive mane sliding over his shoulders. Lifting her hoof up she gently cradled the unicorns horn, loving the way his body tensed up and his eyes bulged wide open. The unicorns always had the sensitive horn, a key fact she had learned in her studies to become a nurse and one she had experienced in other...activities. Leaning up against his chest she allowed his relatively strong frame to support her as she gave a playful nip to the Stallions chin. "Never mind that little mistake this morning, a big strong stallion like yourself can be allowed to make a few mistakes every now and then." The unicorn melted under her praise and from the feel of her body against his, leaning down he too began to give her gentle bites of affection and even a lick of appreciation across her neck and cheek. Redheart had to give it to the kid, he was strong and sweet, she could almost feel bad for smacking him hard...almost, although she did decide then and there to make the next experience for him, quite memorable. Pushing him towards the examination bed she gave him a firm pat on the backside, loving the wince and yelp he gave as she was a bit hard on his tender area. "Get those for-hooves up on that bed there and just relax unicorn." He did as she asked getting his front hooves and upper chest on the bed, flicking his tail he waited for further instructions only to find the clink of cuffs snapping together and his bottom hooves
strapped to the bed frame. He struggled a bit, starting to panic until he felt the weight of the mare on his back, her bare fur clinging to his as she laid her head onto of is, her small muzzle moving to his ears and began nipping them gently, cooing to him sweetly. "Shhh...shhhh...take it easy, just a precaution to keep you still there buddy, just relax and take it easy." Once again her words claimed him and he followed through, laying his head and chest on top of his hooves on the bed, whispering in pleading tones for her to be gentle with him. Redheart smirked at that and started to trace his body with her hooves. Fluffing up his chest and shoulder muscles, she moved down, rubbing his belly fur and stroking his sides affectionately. He gave a short moan and then a few other deep groans as her paws massaged and explored his body, her tongue coming next, licking the back of his neck and ears. She mad sure to start whispering back to him sweet things and sweet words that made him blush, made his eyes grow wide, and extended his sheath quite a bit. The white mare's demeanor shifted as she found the mark she had left on his back end...she lowered her body to inspect it, first rubbing it gently mindful of the whines and or any tightening of the males muscles. Next she brought in her tongue, lapping and kissing the mark tenderly, loving the way the unicorn male groaned and arched his back, throwing his head back to the sheets, his horn sparking energy. Finally she felt he was ready and draped her form over his on the bed, one hoof moving down his chest past his stomach and onto the flagpole that he was now sporting. She have a murr of surprise and smirked at his size, "You know kid this morning i first thought you were a simple colt, how wrong i was..." Her hoof began to stroke up and down his horse meat, loving the way his body groaned and arched, holding her own body to mimic his. Making sure he could feel their fur mixing and the intimate contact that comes with moving and experiencing something sexual and sensual with a partner. She wanted this to go on, but realized she was running nearly on empty, she had to finish this soon, before she passed out from exhaustion. Grabbing one of the stun-rods she gently released his member cooing to him when he
neighed at the lack of contact, licking his ears soothingly. Grabbing some grease she lathered the stun rod, and the gently prodded the hilt to the unicorns anus. At the feel of cold metal at his tail-pipe he freaked and tried to pull away only for the cuffs and weight of the mare on top of him to keep him pinned. "Shhhh...it's okay...is this your first time with this?" She asked softly. "Y-y-yes!" he sobbed burying his face into her locks of pink mane that had come undone sometime during their gyrations. She squeezed him tight to show her solidarity with his plight, "Okay then we'll go slow okay?" She reassured him, "i'm going to be right here and if anything gets too weird, let me know." He nodded and kept himself buried in her hair, she gently probed the stun rod into his rectum, feeling the pressure as the young stallion clenched hard, forcing her to hold the rod steady, until eventually the blue unicorn unclenched and she was able to burrow further in. When enough of it was in, and his whimpers had died down to groans and pleasurable moans (which she noted only happened if she angled the rod right) she decided the time and come. "Hey what's your name sweetheart? I seem to have missed catching it," she asked genuinely interested. "F-Form Chaser," he squeaked. "And I'm Nurse Redheart, good to meet you Form Chaser, now then don't clench and if you have to yell, be sure to scream loud okay?" She moaned to him even as she secured the tube around his dick, and pressed the extending button on the rods side. The moment the rod shot up into his backdoor, the Stallion nearly shot off like a rocket, he practically screamed as several cold thick inches of metal extended into his back passage. However, the tip of the stun rod managed to snag something that was making him feel strange. the tip poking him, but it wasn't pain he felt but pleasure, a throbbing nub of pleasure. His hooves shot out on the bed pawing at it, stiffening as one of the white mares landed onto of it. Clasping their hooves together hard even as her teeth bit into his shoulder as she tried to suppress the arousal that his deflowering was doing to her. She began to feel around with the rod, noting his groans and pitches rising in intensity and frequency with one spot. Focusing on the spot she prodded and poked, her frame holding his down, loving the way his body shook, whimpered, pleaded. Eventually she got the tip of the stun rod to be straight adjacent his prostate and with a quick kiss to his horn she pressed the shock button and held on. Form Chaser's body seemed to explode, as he gave a long winded squeak as his orgasm shot up his spine and overloaded the censors in his head. His dick practically exploded, firing several large and conceive spurts of creamy unicorn seed into the tube weighing it down and filling it up. He fired so much and so hard that she barley had replaced it with a second and even a third tube before the stallion's reservoir began to run dry. The last trickles and drops of his essence splattering all over the ground. His body buckled and he nearly passed out, using the bed to support himself. Nurse Redheart collapsed on top of him, and rubbed his back affectionately. Her muzzle licked his ear and she groaned as she realized she had squirted when he had gone off like a fire-hose. After the two had cleaned up and parted, the blue unicorn gave her a kiss on the lips while she gave his horn an alluring lick. As he left she grabbed him by the tail and intimately moving towards his head she whispered in his ear. "Don't forget to drop in tomorrow strong boy, don't make me come and find you." He gulped and nodded giving her a sideways glance before leaving. She smiled as he left and cleaned the shinny floor of his leaked passion. Wiping down bed was next and then she made sure to seal the tubes containing the unicorns colt gravy, before putting them in the freezer. She smiled as she stuck the label onto the considerable containers, the label itself reading, [i]Form Chasers healthy sample. [/i] As she left the basement she came up to find Tenderheart smiling at her, "So love how was et down er'?" "Not as bad as i thought it would be, i got too meet many fine stallions, and get to know them very...intimately," Responded Redheart with a wink. Passing by Tenderheart, Redheart was suddenly surprised to come face to face with Fine Print. "Good job today Redheart, you answered the call to arms,
hope your new duty distracted you from how tiring your day was going?...Maybe later this week i can show you personally how you might improve your skills?" The offer startled the white mare, but she was willing to try, just not tonight."Sure thing boss, but maybe later, as you said, I'm a bit bushed after so many...distractions." The end.