> Helpful Ex(dis)tractions:
>  by Silver Malice
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> Chapter 1: The Daily Grind
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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 equipment ever seen in Ponyville Hospital history.

The first thing she heard when she came on shift in the morning was that she needed 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 issue caused by somepony else. Angrily, she had stormed into the doctor's’ 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 rookie that had screwed up the equipment order.

“What in the HAY, were you thinking!? Do they give jackasses like you awards for the biggest screw-up now at the weekly staff meetings, because I seem to have misplaced my memo for it!” she hollered at the medium-sized blue unicorn who, judging by his youth, was fresh from being a colt. The colt who was at the moment recoiling in terror from the venom in her tone.

“S-so-sorr-sorry M-m-ma’am, I-I- was just writing out t-the f-form, when I accidentally…” the young stallion stammered out, clearly nearly crapping himself at the moment judging by his paleness and dead-stillness, but never got any farther in his stammering before one of Nurse Redheart’s hooves darted underneath his belly – and forcibly grabbed his testes.

The unicorn halted mid-speech with a high pitched-squeak of a cut-off, not daring to say anything else; not even daring to move as the white-coated, pink-maned pony put her muzzle-top of his, his green eyes wide and extremely focused as he was now staring into her blazing purple eyes burning hot with fury.


Redheart had always enjoyed looking into other ponies’ eyes, always enjoying how such a simple action could be either greatly intimidating or sensually intimate depending on the situation and pony in question. Right now it was definitely intimidating for the young unicorn stallion who had seriously bucked up and ruffled her tail-feathers. 


“Accident?” Redheart growled as she glowered at him, her eyes bulging and burning in a very unattractive manner; “No no no, an accident is having to clean up after a patient when they miss in the lavatory. An accident is when you have to replace an I.V. needle after missing a vein, or having a dinner that isn’t hot enough. This...this is a  BUCKING DISASTER!” she screamed.


The unicorn male still refused to speak or move, whimpering as he felt her suddenly squeeze his baby-makers in her hoof even harder, his eyes going unnaturally wider and more terrified than they were before as his maleness was threatened. In his mind he was screaming and begging her to not harm his special place and make him a gelding, but in reality he remained stark still and silent, afraid that a single peep or shift would prompt her to tear them clean off.


After a few moments of the blind rage, order and sense returned to Redheart, who then calmly released the stallion’s family jewels, earning an internal sigh of extreme relief from him. She shook her head angrily as she did, glaring at him, before she managed to fully calm down. Flicking her pink mane back, she then leaned her head in and softly nuzzled the terrified male soothingly, with him squirming away from the touch fearfully. Part of her was still annoyed at him for wasting all of her precious, very-limited time, but the rest of her also realized she didn’t want to give this new intern a heart attack...nor make him a gelding, despite being really tempted to at first.


She brought her head level to his and glared into his still-wide eyes, then nodded towards the filing cabinet behind him.“If you would please be so kind as to get me the proper form with the correct I.D. numbers and their destinations,” she calmly stated, “then I can sort this bucking manure out and DO YOUR BUCKING JOB AS WELL AS MY OWN!”


The stallion nodded and stiffly, too-slowly backed up towards the file cabinet while facing her all the while, much to her annoyance at him wasting even more of her time. He was being plain infuriating now in his every action to her, but it was clear he was not willing to turn his back on this terrifying mare she'd made herself unto him; not even slightly trusting her after what she’d just done to his balls. After back-stepping to the cabinet, all the while staring like a prey animal in the gaze of a predator at Redheart, he fumbled around in it for a while, checking each paper as he brought it out, before 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 in a tiny voice, before once again backing up and away from her like his flank was on fire, dodging around his desk backwards with amazing dexterity, and over to the water fountain by the door, giving her a very wide berth.


She rolled her eyes and was miffed to see this little exercise of correction had taken up far too much of her 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 – and presenting his very vulnerable flank to her line of sight, and blissfully unaware he’d turned such a vulnerable area towards a pissed-off mare.

Redheart eyed his flank carefully, a painfully dark thought entering her mind, watching the silly young unicorn screw-up peacefully drank water like a faun at a pond would be watched by a wolf. Even his cutie-mark looked screwed-up she noticed ass she looked upon it; it being a parchment with a quill with a large red ‘X’ scratched across the face of the paper. <How very fitting for him. Even his cutie-mark is a big red 'X'.> she noted to herself with a smirk. 


Before she passed him, she had decided she would give him him one final hurrah for the mess he had caused for her today, deciding to give him a shooting send off. She smacked his flank harshly with a hoof, causing him to spit water all over the wall behind the water fountain and yelp at the virtual feeling of fire branding his flank, before quickly leaving the room.

Afterwards, as she trotted down the hall towards the nearest ward with the I.D. parchment in her mouth, she remembered with fondness the painful shout and terrified eyes he had made as she’d grabbed his ball-sack, smirking to herself in satisfaction. <Serves him right for all this mess he made.> she justified, smirking to herself. That particular stallion would not be sitting peacefully for at least a week, and he was definitely going to need to wear something to cover up the obvious hoof-mark on his backside.




~




Red then spent the next six hours going up, down, and around virtually the entire hospital, matching I.D. numbers to their respective equipment, and then escorting that very same generally-very-heavy equipment back to it’s place of origin, or in many cases its new destination. Of course she had to do it all on her own once again, given the hospital was 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 the medical field at all lately.

<For the love of Celestia, I wish I was a bucking unicorn sometimes…> she mentally groaned as she shoved a heavy MRI machine down the hallways, the sticking wheels on it making life all that much more miserable for her, knowing that magic would make her life in this profession a lot easier. But alas, she was born an Earth-Pony, a fact she was proud of despite knowing the benefits unicorn magic brought.

Red was feeling a bit flustered after running nearly non-stop for hours, and so stopped suddenly in the corridor, leaning against the cool wall for some extra support, resting and taking a much-deserved breather. It felt like she had been going all day and yet it was only noon, the hospital staff just going on their lunch break and her joining them for some much needed rest and food. A pair of orderlies trotting past her dipped their heads in greeting and she made sure to return the gesture politely, before scowling and snorting quietly as they were out of earshot.


<Where were you two five hours ago when I was doing everything by myself…> Red thought, but knew it wasn’t fair to them. She knew that everypony here was being worked to the bone, and that they likely were doing something very important, just as she had been.

She was very tired and ready to go home now after hours of fixing somepony else’s mistake, but alas, her shift didn’t end for another six hours, all nurses required to take a mandatory twelve-hour shift due to the shortage of hooves on deck. 


<At least I don’t have any other patients to check on today, and have to listen to them complain about how their soup isn't hot enough, or that they feel cold despite the TEN BUCKING BLANKETS I’VE BROUGHT THEM!>

For the first time since Redheart had started there some years ago, the hospital was practically empty of casualties, newborns, or the sick and dying, only  ten or so low-intensity resident patients there that were easy for only one or two nurses to care for. This was a relatively new experience for most of the hospital staff, and yet even with the lull in patients, available nurses or doctors were few and far in between for what did need to be done. Calm times like this in the hospital were rare for a town that saw some sort of accident, invasion, monster attack, or major disaster in some shape or form on a near-weekly basis.


That lack of anything major going down meant great news for Ponyville’s citizens, but was very boring news for Redheart, as now the hospital was taking an opportunity with the drop in patients todo some long overdue inspection and inventory.

This of course was all was very tedious, boring, and not too easy on a poor middle-aged Redheart’s back, lugging regularly forty-to-fifty-kilogram pieces of machinery around by herself for sure not her idea of a fun day at work. The pay wasn’t that good either to add insult to injury, but she didn’t do this for the pay or free cafeteria meals; she did it because it brought her joy to help out others in need, even with that fact that when she got ticked off she could get a bit…pushy. Caring for other ponies was her special talent after all; what she was born to do, and what she would likely do for the rest of her life, given her own choice in the matter.

Usually Red didn’t have to worry about that negative trait of hers, as most ponies who came into the hospital were courteous and knew the proper hospital decorum of being quiet and courteous to the staff and patients who were staying there. The only times there was ever usually trouble was when that pink pony with the huge, cotton-candy-looking mane and tail and ‘Pinkie Sense’ came around, or when that blue Pegasus with the rainbow mane and tail was admitted for some flying-related injury or another. Neither of those two seemed to understand or respect hospital etiquette, despite being told it countless times, and that really made her snort.


All of sudden, just as she felt as though her legs were going to buckle under her, Red felt herself lifted away from the wall, supported by another as somepony else leaned their body underneath hers, helping her in holding herself up as well as giving her a nuzzle.


“Easy ‘er’ Red, you look like you're about ta take a tumble on the ground ‘er’!” Red heard, the voice being the cheerful Exmare-street-accent of her fellow colleague, Nurse Tenderheart. Her grayish-blue pelt mixed with Redheart’s coat of snow-colored white as she supported her friend in her time of need, flicking her green mane out of her way as she supported her long-time friend.

Redheart blushed. “Gosh thanks T, I’m just a bit overworked today I guess; I’ll be fine in a moment. Seems lugging heavy hospital machinery all by your lonesome for six hours will really do a number on you.”

Tenderheart smiled up at her and met her eyes. One thing among many connecting both the mares – aside from their near-identical build, curves, occupation, and the matter of them both being of the Earth-Pony race and proud of it – was that both of them had the same deep-purple eye color…and right now the two pairs of purple eyes were staring at each other, as though attempting to see which set of amethyst oculione was deeper. It was one of those intimate moments where Redheart loved to just stare into her best friend's eyes, as if she could see Tender’s soul on full display just for her if she’d just look deep enough; moments that she found that she and Tenderhoof were having more and more often as their time time working together went on.




~




Tenderheart and Redheart had been friends for a long time, ever since they trained to be nurses together,  with both having acted as the other’s rock for all the crap they had to go through to get this far. Despite having perfect cutie-marks for nursing and health, as well as an attitude to care for others and the physical Earth-Pony strength and tenacity required for it, they had faced their fair share of criticism and obstacles. Redheart's biggest issue had been her short and hot-burning temper as well as her no-nonsense attitude, as such traits were considered by some to be a very possible liability for when dealing with the public; especially in harsh or flustered circumstances that were common for hospitals, be they births, or deaths, or incompetent interns...

Tenderheart had helped her with anger management and had many times prevented her from testing her resolve around others, and over the years Redheart had gotten way better because about it thanks to her, though she still had no time and little patience for her fellow co-workers goofing -off on duty or improper etiquette.

Redheart had more than once noticed Tenderheart was beautiful, smart, funny, and good with patients and the public alike.  She was not from around Ponyville, and Tenderheart’s hometown was a small town in the far-west called Exmare, with her coming here as an intern and deciding she wanted to stay and work at Ponyville General, following her friend Redheart’s decision to work there. Her accent reflected the difference in geography quite well; she was from the working class in Exmare and talked like it, and while many ponies found her accent hard to understand or grating on their ears, to Redheart it was a form of poetry. 


Redheart had spent many long nights after their shifts had ended helping Tenderheart to improve on her accent, but all the while had not wanted her to not lose it entirely. She remembered that she’d distinctly asked her to keep at least a touch of her accent, just for her, and Tender had wholeheartedly agreed.

Together they had supported each other through it all, proving to themselves and others that they could do their jobs without such meaningless fluff as a short temper and a hard-to-understand accent getting in the way of their Faust-given destiny. Since graduating nursing school and being accepted full-time at the hospital, both of them had been very good friends and still made sure to keep in touch, and to support each other mentally, emotionally, and, as it would seem right now, physically.



~




“Hard morning of work then for ya, ‘ey love?” asked Tenderheart, flicking her long grass-green mane back out of her eyes.

“Oh yes,” replied Redheart, huffing at the memory, “some new young cleric screwed up an inventory form and sent half the equipment set for inspection scattered about the entire hospital!”

“Oi how dreadful for ya Reddy, ya did'n’ gath’r t’all jus’ by yerself, didjya luv?” asked Tenderheart, her eyes lighting up with concern as Redheart’s pained expression showed it was so.

“Of course I did it by myself! Everyone else is busy! Let’s see...Snow was doing inventory and shelf stacking in the left wing, June, Tranquil and Serenity are caring for patients, Sweet is out sick, and dear Rhyme is delousing the beds thanks to somepony bringing them in…and you sweet T...where were you?”

Tenderheart smiled at her, “I was wash’n o’t th’ bed-pans an’ loos, luv. Somepony missed somethin’ right terrible in ‘ere an’ I ‘ad t’ clean it all up. Put me knickers right up in a twist that smell did!”

The two giggled at that before continuing back along the corridor, heading to the lunchroom and loading their trays up with the nourishment and hydration they’d need to pull another six hours of hard, generally-exhausting work.

“I’m thinking I might call off early.” Redheart said, with them sitting down and eating together in their usual spot, with herRedheart having just taken a bite of apple; “I mean, there’s nothing really for me to do now, with the bathrooms cleaned, patients taken care of, and then that small factor of the literal ton of machinery moved across all four wings...”

Tenderheart’s smile quickly turned to a frown as her friend said that, her eyes looking down as she tried to get out what she needed to say despite it nearly physically hurting her to, seeing how exhausted Red already was.“Sawy love, but I was wait’in for ya to rest an’ eat a bit ‘fore I told ya th’ news…”

Redheart groaned as they finished up eating andnally exited the corridor and arrived in headed to the front reception room to sign back in.“What did you need to tell me T?” she asked, though dreading it meant more work.

“Miss Priss was lookin’ for ya, an’ it sounded right urgent”

Redheart let out a frustrated huff of displeasure. ‘Miss Priss’ was the name Tenderheart had given to the bane of every nurse’s existence at the hospital, not long after coming here and when her accent was still full strength. The name she’d given to Fine Print, the acting head nurse of both public relations and pony resources for the hospital was the main head of…basically anything that had to do with administrative duties for the entire hospital; from making appointments, to taking complaints, to assigning the seemingly-impossible duties she expected the skeleton crew under her command to complete on a daily basis.

Fine Print was a very shrewd, proper, no-nonsense mare and a major stickler for procedure, as well as a major buzzkill. Redheart hated having to deal with her, despite being forced to on a daily basis. One would have thought the two would get along grandly, with their shared love of proper etiquette and procedure, but Fine Print just had ‘cold, calculating whorse’ written all over her. She loved to criticize and chew out the nurses and staff for anything; a single button out of place on their coats, failure to trot correctly—apparently there was a way to do even that wrong— all the way down to having a crooked hat in her presence.

She often snapped at Redheart for looking too provocative around patients—she didn’t really get how that was even possible, her acting nothing but professional around patients even if she didn’t wear panties under her coat. The nurse handbook didn’t say she couldn’t! She also chastised Tenderheart for sloppy work ethic and slacking off on the massive workload she put on her, as if that mare was anything but hard working!

Fine Print was from an old family from Trottingham, a family that dated back centuries, their roots indeed going all the way back to Olden Pony Times, and she had seemingly inherited the ‘blue blood syndrome’ from them; acting haughty and all-important to those she viewed as beneath her, or those who worked under her. Her family connections and admittedly successful work-ethic had gotten her hired and appointed as the key administrator for the entire hospital, and she took that title very seriously.

Despite the negative feelings she had against her, Redheart fully understood that Fine Print was still her boss, and when the boss wanted you, you had better come along fast. “Fine, I’ll go and see what the Priss wants now...” she huffed as she then took off at a trot, just avoiding tripping over a food cart somepony had carelessly left in the cafeteria unattended, cursing whoever that careless somepony may have been; “Take care Tenderheart! I’ll see you at the end of shift!” She shouted out, pulling the half-muffin from her mouth to do so.

“Bye luv! See ya la’er.” Tenderhoof heartedly replied, then again under her breath after she’d walked away, sniffing in a bit as she repeated herself with tears in her eyes; “Bye my luv…” 



~



The PR/Admin offices were at the end of the hall in the B-wing of the hospital, just two wings away from where Redheart had left the cafeteria. She soon arrived at Fine Print’s door, her name emblazoned on a gaudy gold-and-ivory plaque on the door, and softly knocked her hoof against the oak wood several times.


<I wish I got my name engraved in gold for all I do around here. Instead all I get is this cheap, laminated print-out to pin to my coat instead!>

“Come in!” came a sharp, strict-sounding voice moments later, to which Nurse Redheart grimaced as she pushed the door with her head, slipping into the office as it swung inward. The voice of Miss Priss herself.

The office was cramped but it served it’s purpose, the majority of the space in the room filled with file cabinets, shelves packed with boxes of paperwork, and stacks of the same all over the floor. In the center of the office was a cluttered table piled high with folders, quills and inkpots, as well as a beat-up typewriter whose mechanical, constant ka-ching-ka-ching rung off as the mare in front of it typed away on one form or another.

Fine Print was actually not a half-bad looking mare; older than most of the nursing staff, but if only by a few seasons. She was a lanky build but not too thin, with a beautiful and dapper light-green coat upon her body, a unicorn’s horn upon her head of the same color. Her light-blue mane was always carefully braided and dangled around her shoulders and neck, one oddly curved bang of the sky-blue hair always hanging over her right eye; it was almost cute in its own way, the way teen-aged fillies would wear their manes in past decades.


Fine’s face was young and soft-looking even for her being middle-aged, but her eyes were hard and stern, her yellow irises now like bland sunflowers swaying back and forth in a breeze as she never broke eye contact with whatever she was hammering out on the typewriter, never even looking up or saying hello even as Red came in.

<Rude old whorse!> “Hello ma’am, you called?”

As Redheart came up to the table, she couldn’t suppress the sense of arousal that came from being close to this admittedly very attractive mare, even if she did hate her guts. Red had always played both sides of the hoofball court when she was younger in college, but lately as her work got more and more tedious and demanding, she had had to forsake exploring regular relationships, and instead became accustomed to getting her rocks off solo while at home; when she wasn’t totally drained from being overworked by Priss while she sat in her comfy chair typing forms while everypony else worked their flanks off that is.


Red had managed to obtain the fuel for her infamous Earth-Pony libedo at work, with her working off of the mere looks and glances of the pretty mares under the tail or handsome stallions’ underbarrels, combined that with her imagination bending them over for her, or having them bending her over for her instead; or some Playcolt or Playfilly magazines she'd secreted away in her dresser at home for whatever mood she happened to be in on her days off, the only time of the week she ever could let her pent-up lust out.


Once or twice, Red had even fantasized about her bending Priss over with a strapon dildo, pounding away at her until begged for it harder, then came as Red got it deep in her pussy, then again, her sweet mare-honey drooling down her luscious green thighs as she was made Red’s broodmare. Another time she’d imagined Tenderheart putting her namesake tender hooves all over her body, rubbing sensually, lower, and lower...

Needless to say Red hadn’t been having much luck in being intimate with other ponies lately, working half her time and sleeping, doing essentials or eating during the other. Now, seeing this beautiful mare up close, smelling her own unique, gentle scent combined with the soft floral perfume she always wore, was really starting to make her feel hot under the collar.

“Good, you’re here Redheart. Now, If you haven’t noticed we’re a bit understaffed today...” Fine Print said sternly, her voice low, but as sharp as it was cold.

<That Trottingham accent is soooo sexy…> “I kind of gathered that Ma’am,” confirmed Redheart innocently, hoping she didn't detect the hint of sarcasm she'd played into it.

“Well, then you mind explaining to me why you felt it necessary to accost and practically hospitalize one of your own teammates, and one of the very few stallions we have on duty?!” Fine Print growled, finally looking up from the typewriter only to glare at Red.


<Oh buck…>


Redheart gulped nervously, the faint sense of arousal she felt towards Fine Print dying immediately as her always-high Earth-Pony libido dried up and her senses and thoughts went from sexual to high-alert.


Realizing she had to tread carefully on this matter, Redheart decided her next words very carefully. “W-well, he made a massive error that caused a disaster with the inventory, and it took me the better part of the day to fix it…” Redheart managed to meekly reply, and then let it drift off, fully aware of the focused glare the other mare was giving her.

“...than you write him up, or you give him a verbal warning. Definitely not a hoof to the rear, and definitely nothing involving gripping his...crotch!”


Redheart looked down at her hooves, bashfully fiddling with her two front legs, “I apologize ma’am. I was just very ticked off…”


“Well that’s why you need to control yourself, Redheart! We’ve gotten more than a few complaints about your…aggressive outbursts in the past, and while some violations could be excused, this is not one of them! The others did not involve physical assault, a very serious charge that said young stallion could charge you legally for. Luckily for you, he’s decided not to. I, however, have something planned for you...”


Redheart began to worry that she was about to be sanctioned herself, or even fired because of her anger. Just the thought of losing her job, her life’s work, was alarming and upsetting. Tears began to fill her eyes in preparation for the bad news she was sure was coming, expecting at least a few weeks unpaid suspension.


<Oh Faust I hope she pulls out a huge strapon from behind that desk and punishes this bad little filly like I need to be punished…!> “Yes Miss Print.”


“...I am assigning you a new duty for the rest of the week,” stated Fine Print, her yellow eyes still burning like fire into Redheart; "a new set of duties that should give you time and experience with working on becoming a gentler, calmer mare.”


Eyes wide with surprise, Red lifted her head up. “...and what new duties would those be ma’am?”


At that Fine Print stopped typing, and a happy grin unusual for her character sprawled across her muzzle. A grin that filled Red with unease. “Oh, my dear, it’s quite an…interesting duty, indeed very hooves-on work. As we’re short-staffed, I’ve been meaning to assign another nurse to handle this duty for a while until we can get a few more ponies on the payroll. Therefore, until then, you’re taking it over.”


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. She always loved a good mystery.

“...in fact, I’ll show you to your new position. Personally,” Fine Print said with a huge, shark-like grin, pushing herself away from the desk and stretching her hooves, the incessant 
tick-tick-tick of the typewriter keys finally stopping.


<Please Celestia tell me the ‘position’ involves a strapon, or even a dlido?>


She stood up, and together the two mares totted down the hospital wings – cutting through the rest of B, going past A-wing, 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 as she saw the discrete stairwell, never having been to this section of the hospital before, with all of her tasks focused in the patient wards.


“Yes, This is a…very special area that we keep discrete and reserve for a more…personal set of tests and appointments.” replied Fine Print, leading Redheart down the staircase.


When they had reached the bottom of the stairwell, there was only one long corridor and one door at the end. The two hospital mares came up to the door, pausing for a second as Fine Print eyed Redheart once more.


“Before we go in Redheart, I need you to swear that no matter what happens, you will do your duty to the best of your ability and to the greatest efficient capacity, and that you will keep the identity of your patients here in absolute secrecy, no matter who they may be, or how good of a gossip it could be. That you will remain professional no matter what your personal desires may be.”


“Yeah, sure.”


“BY FAUST, SWEAR IT TO ME!”


“Alright, alright…I Nurse Redheart, first Nursing Division of Ponyville, do solemnly swear to fulfill the duties of my newly assigned position to the best of my ability, and as efficiently as I am able, so help me Faust. I will also keep the nature of the business conducted here, and the identity of the patient's, confidential as per standard for my profession, and will remain professional no matter what my personal desires may be.”

Fine Print gave a satisfied grunt and smirk; “Good, then let’s get you started.”

With that haughty statement, she pushed the door inwards and they stepped inside.
> Chapter 2: New Developments
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Redheart was not quite prepared for what she saw next, at the end of the basement corridor and past the large steel door. The single room beyond it was fairly large, all bright whites and gleaming steel, its colors very bright and sterile, a stark contrast to the brighter and more cheerfully-colored patient wings topside.


<Is this where Priss does her evil magic experiments…or perhaps her secret sex dungeon?!>


A large cushioned piece of furniture, one the likes of which Red had never before seen, stood in the middle of the room; furry-looking almost like the upper torso of a pony, with two knee-high bars not far behind it. There was a significant amount of empty space between the two, with a series of cushioned leather straps and buckles attached to the back bars.


 <Oh please Celestia tell me I’m right about the second part.>


A sink and entire cabinet of shelves filled with tools, medicine, potions, and an extensive amount of collection-based medical devices took up the left side of the room. A series of weird and strange-looking machines decorated the wall of the right side, her training not covering their use and leaving her instead passively wondering just what they did.


The back-left of the room had a screen and projector set up, as well as a white-screen for it. She also, quite quickly, noticed that the other walls around the room were plastered with, much to Redheart’s shock and growing arousal, pictures of numerous mares bending over or on their back with, their tails flagged high in the air or, over their back, or simply spread across the floor, leaving nothing to the imagination what was underneath them.


 <Oh yeah, I think I like the ambience here…>


In the center-back of the room was a hospital-standard bed which could be surrounded by privacy curtains, and beside it a table with what looked like lewd magazines upon it, some of which may indeed be the same Red had in her personal collections. “W-w-what is this place?” Redheart asked, quite alarmed, still not quite understanding why they had some sort of... sex dungeon...in the hospital basement.


“This is a special, discrete clinic where we help to ‘encourage’ stallions to contribute to a very special medical cause,” replied Fine Print casually.


“So this whole room is just for...giving blood?” Redheart asked confusedly.


<Not sure what naked mares flagging for the camera have to do with drawing blood, but, I’ll sure as buck take it!>


“No, not blood, but it is a very thick fluid…”


“But…what else can they-oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!” squeaked Redheart, finally understanding what Fine Print was getting at: all the very arousing materials on the wall and the bedside table, the large amount of collection-related medical equipment around, the large, roughly mare-shaped mount with restraints in the middle of the room; it all finally clicked. This must be where they took stallions and collected the sperm samples to be sent to fertility clinics, to later be used for artificial insemination. “Semen collection?”

“Correct, and as you know this kind of…activity is very personal and can be very embarrassing for the stallions if it were to get out, so we use this discrete, sound-proofed room down here for them to...donate...in peace and privacy.” Fine Print said seriously as she then led her over to the massive cabinet, extracting and showing her an entire huge box of thick, long tubes, each one easily holding 100cc of fluid each.“Your new assignments is easy. You’re going to be helping with the new fertility campaign that Princess Celestia started upon learning of Ponyville’s slowly-shrinking population; collecting samples from stallions to be frozen and later be used for mares who want to have foals without a stallion.”


“But…b-b-but…”


“This task is extremely important Red, more so than you seem to realize. We’re in desperate need for fresh sperm samples to send to the fertility clinic, as, due to the shortage of stallions around Ponyville, not too many mares have been able to conceive naturally lately, and mares need to become pregnant by...other means...in order for that drop to be stopped. Even with all of the new herds forming and sharing one stallion to multiple mares, Ponyville’s birth rate last year was much below expected and we need to make next year’s much higher to make up for it.”


“O...Ok…”


“So, for your duty; when the stallions come in, you will 'help’ him to extract his sample if needed and fill at least one of these collection tubes, with a second one at least half full. We need as much semen as possible to get a good specimen for later injection into a, or provided there's enough, several, mare or mares at a fertility clinic. One-and-a-half vials are the minimum required per donor...though for most stallions one-fifty cc isn’t too much to ask for.”


“You are then to clamp the vials with an anti-tampering seal, label them with the donor’s full name, today’s date, and their race initial. Remember to have them sign a standard release form for their donated specimens, and also a disclaimer form which states that any foals conceived from their sperm via artificial insemination is not legally theirs, indeed the mare’s, and therefore is not their legal responsibility. Those forms may be signed before or after you ‘collect’ them, but ideally before so they’re not forgotten. Finally, log the collection and store the specimens in the freezer under the sink for later transport to the sperm bank for analysis and use. Got it?”


Redheart’s head swam, trying to take in all the information she’d just had dumped on her. She couldn’t really believe what she was being asked to do. She was supposed to...help ‘extract semen’ from stallions for mares to get knocked up with?!


“So basically, you want me to 'stimulate' the stallions until they fill one and then some of these huge tubes with their cum, then store it away to get some mare to get pregnant with later, is that about right?”


“Frankly, yes. That’s correct.”


Redheart calmed down long enough to at least accept what she would be doing, and just how important it was; but a few things still evaded her.


“Umm, but how do I…’stimulate them’ to hospital standards? I don’t want to get arrested for molestation or rape or anything.” Red asked timidly, though 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 exposed crotch while the other gripped her flank tight, making the white-coated mare give a sharp gasp at the sudden, intimate contact .A nurse’s attire did not list a requirement for panties, a fact which Redheart took liberal advantage of, and now was absolutely not regretting doing so.


“Well, let me show you little filly...” she whispered seductively into the white mare’s ear, with Redheart’s face burning bright crimson beneath her coat now; she however was showing no resistance to, nor intending to stop, the other mare's very obvious, sexual advances. “...also, don’t worry. You’re immune to any such charges, provided you use any of the rather numerous ‘collection techniques’ listed in the book of approved collection methods over there, under the release form’s...fine print.” she finished, with a chuckle.


<Did...did Priss just use her own name in a joke? Did she just make a joke to me?! Oh Celestia that hoof is on my...oh that feels niiiiiiice...>


The green mare pushed her body up alongside Red’s and started to grind softly against her, her muzzle gently biting the tip of the other mare’s ear. "I always thought you were cute,” Fine Print whispered into the other's ear; “a bit crass at times, but cute.”


<C-Cute? Priss...Fine Print finds me...cute?>


“You don’t know how tiresome it is to see such beautiful mares like you every day, mares who are clearly interested in you, but not being able to talk to them as you would want to. Having to keep to the strict code of conduct your position demands you keep with your staff. Never able to just...let loose.”


<Oh by Faust do I know that feeling…>


Redheart just nodded her head, understanding that feeling in many ways; having to act professional in front of the patients, like a robot with only one duty in life; no emotions, no personal needs, only what needed to be done to keep things running smoothly. It was one reason why she and Tenderheart were still only just friends and nothing more, with the other being her fear of commitment. It would be too difficult to work side-by-side with your special somepony day and night in this kind of profession after all, to be apart from them like that for so long, to be in the same building, but not be able to see them for so many hours…


<Don’t cry in front of the boss lady, don’t cry in front of the boss lady…>


"I saw you looking at me earlier, Redheart. I could see it in your eyes...that Earth-Pony need..." Fine Print said with an intimate, commanding tone, giving a sensual smile and wink to her before then giving a shuddering sigh and returning to the business at hoof: making sure to give Red a good demonstration what she expected her to do for their donors....in a rather unconventional way.


“Continual stimulation via hoof is the traditional method for the extraction of semen, and sadly the only available one at the moment, until our shipment of replacement parts and new equipment comes in.You just grasp the stallion’s penis, then stroke gently, like polishing the floor with both hooves; same motion, but far more gently.” she whispered as her hooves slowly began to rub and stroke along the Redheart's pink folds as gently as she’d said, flicking ever-so-softly over the heart-shaped nub that was her clit, eliciting a squirm from its owner and involuntary wink from it at the long-needed stimulation of another’s hoof on it. “Just like that, see? After all, a stallion's penis is very...sensitive, just like a mare's vulva, its glans just like your cute little clitty....”


<’Clitty’? This mare’s priceless!>


Another flick of said nub and Redheart went rigid, her hind legs nearly seizing up as the pleasant stimulation continued, her heart pounding as this very pretty mare with such a domineering personality and clearly sexual interest in her touched her in a way she had not been touched in ages, making her let out a squeaky, submissive moan. Redheart buried her muzzle into Fine Print’s soft neck to muffle the moans threatening to leap from her throat, all the while feeling her boss rubbing along her now-slick lower lips with a seemingly-well-practiced touch.


<M-more...please…I need this so bad...>


“Of course, hoof stimulation can take some time so, if there is a need for it, there is the much faster and efficient, if somewhat less pleasant for the stallion if done improperly, method of prostate milking.” murmured the green mare, the hoof gripping Redheart’s flank leaving her rear and picking up a stainless-steel rod with a wire attaching it to a main unit from a nearby tray.


Bringing the small rod near the Redheart’s face, Fine Print pressed the small button on the underside and the rod extended a few more centimeters, and as she released it, it retracted to its original length, surely a very carefully selected design. She then pushed a second button on the side of the hilt and the tip of the rod emitted a quick. low-intensity electrical zap, making Red jerk back in surprise from the sudden crack of electricity in the small room.


“First the stallion will have to mount the pseudo-mare in the center of the room and be strapped in before you getting to work acquiring the samples, so he can’t buck you or otherwise harm you or himself in his orgasm. We lost our last mare of this position after she quit a short while ago; a stallion had broken her muzzle before we’d enacted this procedure and had shattered it as she’d ‘collected’ him, and she mentally could not take doing it any more after the psychological trauma it caused her. Poor dear can’t even stand behind stallions anymore without getting very uncomfortable.”


 Aw, poor dear...what a plothole of a stallion...


“Anyways back on topic. If he stallion’s not giving after a few minutes of hoof stimulation, put this little beauty I’m holding up stallion’s rear gently and slowly – I can’t stress that enough – then push this button on top to get it into alignment with the prostate gland. Make sure to consistently ask if he's OK as you do that part and after the curved tip is  inside of him fully, as it’s that’s extremely important he’s OK. If all's well, press the button repeatedly to stimulate the gland every to every couplefew seconds, then press the one near the base to deliver a mild electric shock to the prostate to set him off when you think the stallion’s ejaculation will be to what is needed.”


“If all’s done properly, the stallion’ll give you a mighty fine sample and immensely enjoy the procedure. I’m sure your studies taught you plenty about prostates and just how sensitive they are, and just how much proper stimulation can increase...yield. Remember when you took ‘Sex 105’, with that in-class demonstration of a mare mounting the stallion with a strap-on and ‘stimulating him to increase yield’?” Fine Print trailed off at her own memories of it, then rubbing Red’s clit somewhat-roughly with that statement and earning another submissive whine of want, before instantly stopping cold again.


<You bucking tease you!> 


Redheart blushed, indeed having taken a keen interest in erogenous zones in both stallions and mares very closely during her anatomy studies, almost to the point of an obsession; enough so that she could likely make a very lucrative livelihood off of pleasure as an erotic masseuse or mare of the night instead of a nurse just as easily . Or, as she planned to use it, to simply make one loving partner a very lucky pony in the bedroom.


Red felt as her boss’s hoof once more found her marehood. “Mmm, does that feel good to you Reddy? You like that…?” Red found she could only nod and moan again in response, feeling her once-nemesis skillfully playing with her nether with a touch that only a mare could give, with the previous mares she’d been with in college always knowing all the right places on themselves and passing that knowledge on to her benefit.


<’Reddy’ huh? Oh my Faust that hoof’s good…>


Red was perfectly content to now bite softly into the fauxwarm fur of the mount beside her and flesh of her superior’s neck to keep the screams and quiet whimpers of pleasure repressed, feeling herself winking softly into the hoof still at her clit and stimulating it quite constantly; almost to the point of hurting, but never quite getting to that point before Fine let off at just the right moment, going back to her now-soaked nether-lips.


<OH MY FAUST SHE’S SOOOOO GOOOOOD!>


Fine Print pulled her hoof away slowly, almost with a sense of remorse, before nuzzling Redheart’s chin softly, as though in apology for having to cut her pleasure off. “ As I said earlier, in a day or so we were supposed to get some new, specialty equipment to help quicken and/or fully automate this process, but due to a shipping error, that equipment won’t arrive until a few days from now. Related to that...unfortunately we have no one with the appropriate…experience...for this job right now besides me and you, and we’re already severely behind our collection quota. Since you have an intimate knowledge of reproductive anatomy, according to your college transcript at least, I was hoping you could help me out and do this task until then?”


“Why can’t you do it if you know how to?!”


“My dear Redheart, I’m responsible for ALL administrations work at this hospital until we get more staff. I’m severely overworked as it is and this task, despite the fact it would actually be rather fun to me in all honesty, is completely out of the question for me. I simply don’t have enough time, and nopony can take my place as lead admin and PR pony. Please, Nurse Redheart, I really need you for this. I know it’s not a morally pleasant task, but very little in a hospital ever is. Please, I need you for this...”


This mare, this hard-flanked mare that Redheart once viewed as a whorse of a mare and hated beyond any other pony before this moment, was now asking her in confidence,  in fact virtually begging her, to do an extremely important task. A very embarrassing but critical task involving jacking off stallions, but a task that simply could be done by noneno other than her right now. As said mare gave her flank an affectionate nuzzle, she still felt her boss rubbing her clit with her magic now.


< Am I bucking loony now or something? Have I gone completely insane, or maybe I tripped and bashed my head while walking down the steps in the trip down here. This is probably all just some fever dream I’m in right now, probably in the mental ward mumbling about purple banana ponies trying to take over all of Equestria.> She barely restrained a laugh. <The way things have been going in Ponyville lately, I wouldn’t be surprised if the purple bananas don’t come invading tomorrow and smash Town Hall…>


Redheart returned the nuzzle after Fine stopped rubbing and came up to face her, gazing into the now-soft yellow eyes she’d once so hated and smiling bashfully as the other mare did the same, for the first time in forever meeting each other's eyes without hatred or indifference in them. Could she sense...affection? 


<By Faust, Head-Nurse Fine Print ACTUALLY has EMOTIONS?!>


“Think you can handle it, Nurse Redheart?” asked Fine Print expectantly with a smile, leaving Redheart in surprise she’d actually used her title once again and acted friendly towards her, seemingly for the first time ever since she’d hired her; “Can I depend on you to do this vital, if unpleasant task?”


“S-s-sure thing, boss,” replied Redheart enthusiastically if confusedly, though in her mind she was dreading the strange, dirty task laid before her. But, she was needed, and it was her oath to help medicine in any way possible. Even including....this.


“Good, then get ready, your first appointment starts in five minutes. He’ll knock on this door exactly five times. Let him in, then get to work...and again, thank you so much for doing this for me.”


Redheart watched the green mare leave the room then, though not missing the little seductive wave of her hips as she flicked her tail, intentionally flashing the shape of her green toned flanks as she left the room as well as her own aroused, moist mare-slit. Red was also just able to catch a brief shot of her cutie-mark, a scroll under a magnifying glass.


< Wait…’first appointment in five minutes’? By Celestia, what have I gotten myself talked into into now?! Also bucking Tartarus, that whorse didn’t let me cum!>
> Chapter 3: (Un)Familiar Encounters
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	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 cClimb on the collection mount then please.” Red askedanswered, 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 spraddling 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 ballslower 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 stallionhood 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 stallionhood 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.
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<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 Pegusi 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 whinning 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...?>


> Chapter 4: Emotional Quantity 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


As things were dying down and she was cleaning up for what she thought was the final time, once more confirming the samples were all properly labeled and the floor, mount, and bed were spotless, Nurse Redheart was surprised by a final knock on the door. 


<But nopony else is on the schedule to donate today…> 


As she opened the door, her last, unannounced donor of the day surprised her. She came face-to-face with the young unicorn stallion she had…left quite an imprint on earlier in the day. Both mentally and physically.


Realizing this must be Fine Print’s idea of her giving restitution to the poor stallion she’d earlier abused, she prepared herself for the amazing apology she was about to give this young lad. The apology he more than deserved for how she’d lashed out at him because she was having a bad day. For how she’d...grabbed his balls and squeezed, then left him with a welt on his flank...


The blue-coated cleric stallion was terrified, standing outside the door already naked and shaking in his hooves upon seeing it was her doing this position, one hoof reaching back to rub the mark she had left on him subconsciously and practically feeling it throb as she stared at him.


“S-s-s-sorry a-a-again ma’am, f-for earlier. M-Miss Fine Print said I could make up for my m-mistake today if I made a contribution to the fertility effort, b-but I didn't know it was y-you who would...” he said, his voice shaky and crisp, cutting off before he could bring himself to say what she, the mare who had earlier nearly castrated him, was to supposed to do to him.


Red trotted up to him and very calmly touched noses with the petrified unicorn, feeling him flinch back from the sudden physical contact from her, and being very mindful to avoid his horn. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d nearly had an eye taken out while embracing a unicorn improperly, but she tended to avoid it as often as possible, for obvious reasons. As she stood there, staring into his shallow green eyes with her own of deep purple, her forehead meeting his as well as possible given said horn, she smiled at him and softly shushed him in an effort to calm him down.


“Shhhh…shhhh…it’s okay, no more yelling or hitting from me, I promise.” Red said softly, rubbing his nose with hers as he gently nodded his head, his impressive chest-long blue-black mane sliding over his shoulders. “I’m really sorry for what I did earlier; I was way out of line treating you the way I did. You’re new here and I should have understood that and been happy to help, instead of...hurting you the way I did.”


Lifting his head up, Red then gently licked the unicorn's horn slowly from base to tip, loving the way the male's body tensed up and his eyes bulged wide open at the sudden, very erotic gesture. Unicorns always had a sensitive horn, a key fact she had learned in her studies to become a nurse, and also one she had experienced in other, more sensual, applications of that fact.


Leaning up against his chest more, Redheart allowed his relatively strong frame to support her as she gave a playful nip to the stallion’s chin. “Never mind that little mistake this morning. A big, strong, sexy stud of a stallion like yourself can be allowed to make a few mistakes every now and then, right…?” she cooed, finding her words were quite genuine.


Looking over him again without a filter of rage, the bookish record-keeper actually was quite a strapping young stallion. She wasn’t lying either, or just talking him up to get him hard as she’d had to do for some of the other donors; she sincerely meant it. He was a young, lean, but still muscular stallion; rather buff for a unicorn, but still somewhat on the small side compared to the other, more physical races of pony.


The young unicorn melted under Red’s sensual tone and from the feel of her body against his, as well as the scent of a long-aroused, yet unsated, mare right up against him. Leaning down and pressing into her, he too began to give her gentle bites of affection and even a lick of appreciation across her neck and crest, getting a shuddering exhale as he nipped that very sensitive tuft of hair and skin, seemingly forgetting who this mare was,; too enraptured by the situation and her pheromones to seemingly care who the mare treating him this way was anymore.


Redheart had to give it to the kid, he was strong, sweet, and quite a specimen to behold, with her having quite a preference for unicorns to share her bed. He also knew how to return the pleasure and affection given to him, unlike some of the other stallions she’d been with. She felt remorse now for smacking his flank as she had earlier, even though all he’d put her through. She decided then and there to make the next experience for quite memorable him. After all, he was another donor, and that meant he got the same treatment all of the others had...and perhaps a little more.


<I’m gonna make this cutie cum so hard he’s gonna look like a spent tube of toothpaste when I’m done with him!>


Nudging him towards the mount with her muzzle, Red gave the young unicorn a firm pat on the backside, loving the quiet yelp he gave as she was a bit rough with her touch on that tender area. She knew everypony’s cutie-marks was an erogenous zone, and she’d indeed put that fact to use many times today.


“Put your fore-hooves up on that part there, then just relax. I’ll take care of the rest...” Redheart instructed softly as she then pointed to the upper portion, with the stallion doing as she’d asked, mounting the pseudo-mare and gripping it tightly in his nervousness.


Red then spread and arranged his back hooves, feeling him flicking his tail as he waited for further instructions, only for him to then to feel the gentle clinch of the straps around his back canons moments later, ensuring he’d stay still for her.


The young stallion struggled a bit, starting to panic until he felt the weight of the mare on his back, her now-bare fur clinging to his as she laid her head onto his. She’d taken her coat and hat off, leaving herself naked, also having removed her hairpins and letting her shoulder-length red mane flow, free from its hospital-mandatory confines.


<It’s way too hot in here for clothes…>


Red’s small muzzle started moving to his ears and beginning to nip them gently, cooing to him sweetly; “Shhh…shhhh…take it easy. The straps are just a precaution to keep you still so you don’t hurt me or yourself if you start humping too hard in your climax. Just relax and take it easy, I promise I’m not going to hurt you again.”


Once again her words claimed the stallion and he followed through with her requests, laying his head and chest on top of the mount, letting his muscles loosen as well as he could. ”P-Please be gentle.  T-this is my first time...doing anything sexual...” he stammered out, his cheeks flushed deep red as he admitted that fact.


Redheart’s eyes widened at that. This handsome stallion was still a virgin?! Once she got over the shock of that news, she only softly nodded as she climbed off of him; that physical contact with her was gone now, but she’d not completely left him it would seem. Her sexual fluids were still dribbling down his sides, making him shudder at the light chill the streams left as they dried.


“Sorry, you made me wet…” she cooed, rubbing his flanks softly, simultaneously; “... 'cuz you’re so sexy…”


As she said that, Red started to trace his body with her hooves, moving up his side and softly rubbing his back, then withers, feeling the stallion go from tense to totally relaxed under her learned touch.


<Well, looks like those massage courses paid off after all…>


After he was good and relaxed, Red then moved down his sides, rubbing his barrel and stroking his sides affectionately, getting a heavy shudder or a gentle giggle as she found a sensitive or ticklish spot.


The unicorn stallion gave a short moan, then a few deep groans as her hooves massaged and explored his body, her tongue coming next and licking the back of his neck and ears, with her getting a VERY deep moan from that!


Red made sure to start whispering to him the sweet things that made him blush before, then things that made his eyes grow wide; the sweet promises she made, with the sensual tone and dirty talk she used making his sheath swell quite a bit. Just as was planned.


Redheart’s demeanor shifted as her trailing hoof found the mark she had left on his back end, a wave of regret rolling through her as she knew she’d caused it out of her anger. She’d hurt this kind, sexy stallion. She’d hurt this stallion who was now going through this embarrassing procedure to give a mare a foal to love and raise as her own…


As she looked down to inspect the bruise, Red started by first rubbing it gently, mindful of any signs of discomfort he made, willing to stop at the first one. Her touch was gentle however, having treated far worse wounds than this before, and as such he didn’t so much as flinch as she carefully examined it.


Next she brought in her tongue, lapping and kissing the mark tenderly, hearing an instinctive warning whinny from him and as she did pulling back instantly at the warning.


<Ooooook, I think I went a bit too far there...> “Sorry!”


Red did nothing more sensual for a moment, before looking up to him to gauge what he wanted her to do. As she saw him simply nod to her, she then nodded back and continued arousing him, but now carefully avoided the mark she'd left, instead letting her wet, warm tongue slide along the rest of his stifle and croup, then lower underbarrel.


Red started finding that she loved the way this stallion groaned and arched his back, leaning his head back in his pleasure, his horn sparking energy on occasion. She also loved his own unique scent; the unique musky scent of this stallion alongside that of parchment and ink from his station, and the antiseptic that everyone smelled like in the hospital.


Finally after all of her teasing, which was far more and beyond anything she’d done for any other donor, Red found this stallion was ready for the next part as she reached down and found his pole rock-hard and lightly throbbing in anticipation. A small puddle of pre-cum had formed under him, his shaft and balls wet with his pre-emission; the mix of a mare gently laying on him and rubbing him, licking him, leaving her liquid arousal on him and then whispering some very dirty things to him clearly making him ready to 'donate' now.


One hoof started blindly moving along that hardened length of stallionhood and earned her a shudder from the stallion, with Red thinking his shaft would never end before she finally reached his medial ring, then his swollen tip. She made a small gasp of surprise at his size, finding he easily sized up in length and girth to the much larger Earth-Pony stallions that had been in here earlier, even if he himself was only two-thirds their size. “You know kid, just this morning I first thought you were a simple colt, but what I feel down here proves just how wrong I was…” she complimented, genuinely impressed by this unicorn’s twelve-inch second horn. "It just proves to me what a stallion you really are."


<I thought all unicorn stallions were supposed to be small down here. I guess not ALL myths can believed after all!>


As she felt him throb in response to the compliment, Redheart made her hoof stroke up and down his length, hearing a surprised gasp as he received his first stroke from a mare upon it. Red loved the way his body arched and his hips shifted with each stroke she gave it, carefully focusing on his medial ring, the stallion's most sensitive part besides his flare. She made sure he could feel each slow, deliberate rub she made, knowing this was his first time experiencing something sexual and sensual with a partner and wanting to make it the absolute best for him.


Redheart knew she was loving it. She knew she hadn't put gloves on, but she also knew her hooves and the floor were quite sterile, and as such it wasn’t something that would harm the procedure. She then reached over and lubed her hooves up before getting back to work with a much more slippery rod to rub, slathering the lube evenly all over his length and head. 


Red was giving this stallion a direct hoofjob, nothing in between him and her, and knew he'd love it more because of that.


“Mmm, so how is this young stud liking his first hoofjob?” Redheart asked, keeping her strokes slow for now, feeling the sensation of his cock’s loose skin moving over its solid core.The constant pulses from his member and small spurts of pre consistently coming from him more than answered her question from a physical standpoint, both sure signs he was being very properly stimulated, but she wanted to know how HE was doing. If the stallion himself was OK with this.


“Oh....Oh WOW…” the stallion managed to moan out.


<Oh yeah, this hunk’s having the time of his life.> “Heh, if you think just a hoof is good, just wait ‘til you feel the REAL thing. Just wait until you really top a mare and give her a good rutting.” Redheart said, giving his length a nice hard rub, “With this beautiful specimen, you could likely give her the ride of her life…”


Red had said that last part for his sake, but easily found herself growing even more aroused by the thought of him mounting her, of him thrusting into her and filling her up with this monster, her mind giving her a very vivid depiction of what it would be like. Her tail was raised high and curved over her back in her arousal, her clit winking in a rapid pattern now as her mare-honey flowed freely down her back legs, which spread widely in anticipation of the stallion that wasn’t there; feeling her own pleasure starting to rise as she pleasured this handsome stallion.

<Oh Celestia I want this beast inside of me…>


Red wanted this to go on forever – hearing his soft moans and coos of pleasure, his humps growing harder and his throbs more frequent – but realized she was running nearly on empty herself; the long day of running around the hospital, followed by rubbing off at least five other stallions by herself, leaving her physically drained. She had to finish this soon, before she passed out from exhaustion and left him strapped to this mount and dissatisfied ‘down there’; what would be a truly a horrible situation, for both of them.


<I’m gonna make sure this stallion never forgets his first time.>


Grabbing one of the prostate massagers off of the nearby tray, Red gently released his member, softly rubbing his cutie-mark and gently shushing him as he softly whickered at the lack of contact, that rubbing seemingly soothing him as his thrusts slowed down.


Red then he used her still-lubed hoof to rub his ponut, the tight hole under his tail relaxing under her touch as she used her hoof-tip to gently coax it open, getting an uncomfortable squirm and whimper from him in the process. She knew from personal experience that anal penetration had to be a slow and gentle process, especially during a pony’s first time. After a few gentle rubbing and stretching exercises to relax and open him up a bit, she then told him the procedure.


“OK, now it’s time for me to stimulate your prostate directly so we can get a nice, big batch of seed for some lucky mare, or mares, to have a foal with. You know what this involves, yes?” Redheart asked, receiving a hesitant nod and another gentle whimper from the stallion.


“Is that OK?” she asked again, receiving another short nod.


“Ok, you’re going to feel some pressure under your tail…” she warned softly, then gently prodded the tip of the rod into the stallion's anus.


At the feel of cold metal at his tail-hole, he initially freaked and tried to pull away only for the cuffs to keep him pinned. With Redheart having placed his tail into a sling to keep it out of the way and to prevent any...unpleasant tangles from occurring, she’d unintentionally left him feeling very defenseless now, with her seeing fear in his eyes.

“Shhhh…it’s okay…is this your first time with this too?” Red asked softly.


“Y-y-yes!” The stallion sobbed out of fear more than pain or displeasure, burying his face into her tail, lightly chewing it for the comfort that the sensation of mastication could provide.


<Aw...the poor guy's terrified!>


Redheart stood and squeezed the scared stallion in a tight hug to show her solidarity with his plight, “Okay then, we’ll go really slow at first then, okay?” she reassured him, “I’m going to be right here If anything gets too weird for you, and if we need to stop, let me know.”


The unicorn nodded again and now kept his muzzle buried in the mount’s faux-hair coating, feeling as she started gently prodding the massager further into his rectum, it easily sliding in with no resistance given how well-lubed he was. Soon, she started feeling resistance as the young stallion clenched hard at the feeling of it sliding deeper, then holding the rod steady until eventually he stopped clenching and she was able to slowly press it further in.


When enough of it was in, her feeling it ‘drop’ inside of him to confirm that, and his fearful whimpers had died down to groans and pleasured moans—which she noted only happened if she angled the rod in a certain way—she decided the time had come. She slowly started rubbing the rod manually into his prostate, sending a jolt of intense pleasure through him each time she did


“Hey, what’s your name sweetheart? I seem to have missed catching it.” Redheart asked, genuinely interested in learning this handsome young soon-to-be-stud-and-sire’s name. That, and she needed to know it to label the sample he’d soon be producing.


“F-Form Chaser,” he squeaked, his voice barely above a forced whisper as the rod once more hit that wondrous spot in his pelvis and sent an intense surge of tingling sensation through him, making his hips thrust forward on reflex and another thick dollop of pre-cum to drool onto the floor, joining into the rather large puddle he’d produced since she’d started rubbing on him.


“I’m Nurse Redheart, good to meet you again Form Chaser.” she said, feeling resistance once more as his rectum started to squeeze on the rod again, but this time on reflex to the feeling of his prostate being rubbed instead of out of discomfort.


As Red so-soon felt him starting to flare as she now leaned over him, her free hoof wrapped around his penis while her other hoof tended to the stimulation rod, made one more request to him. “I can tell you’re close, so if you wanna-have to yell during, be sure to scream loud okay? Let it all out and let me hear your passion. Remember, nopony but you and me can hear you in here.” she whispered to him sensually. She always loved her bed-mates to be loud when she was younger; to hear them cry out their passion as she made them cum, whether deep inside her as she clamped her muscled down on them, locking them inside, or all over her. She knew this sperm had a more important destiny than going down her shower drain however. 


Red then left both the rod and his penis unattended, instead securing the collection tube around his process and the strap around his upper shaft, then pressed the extending button on the rod’s side.


As Red once more grasped the rod at Form’s anus, the tip of the massager was just barely moved with each press of the button, but each tiny movement managed to snag something inside of Form in there that was making him feel strange yet wonderful now; the intensity of his pulses of tingly pleasure increasing drastically, his penis flexing for seconds on end now as he started to shudder heavily and now constantly drooling his pre.


After moments more of this intense stimulation, Form felt a pressure building up in his pelvis, growing more and more intense now, his cock throbbing as his ass contracted around the rod each time it moved at all, with each tiny bit more from what the nurse was doing adding more and more to that pressure.


As he felt his flare growing, Form cried out very loudly, his hooves squeezing even tighter around the mount as he felt those all so-tiny movements inside of him becoming almost unbearable; each press of the button rubbing deep into his prostate and ultimately leading to making him bite into the furred mount to keep his sanity.


Redheart tried to suppress the arousal that his anal deflowering was doing to her but her body was too worked up now, her passage clenching on nothing and her clit winking rhythmically, her body reaching its final stage as he reached his own.


<Oh Faust, this stallion’s gonna make me cum without even touching me!>


Red began to 'feel around' with the rod, noting Form’s groans and pitches rising in intensity and frequency with one particular spot. Focusing on the spot, everything a routine now as she continued to tap the rubbing button, she found herself loving the way his body shook, shuddered-whimpered; how it pleaded for release, a release she'd soon very happily give him.


<Oh yeah, he’s definitely ready to cum RIGHT NOW. Shame, I was having fun.>


Redheart knew the time had come as he started to flare completely and throb harder, finding the flare was actually almost as large as Mr. Cake’s has been; quite impressive for a unicorn., if a just bit smaller. His thrusts  had reached the fevered pitch of a climaxing stallion and, with a quick kiss to his croup flank, she pressed the shock button and squeezed on his stallionhood’s base tightly, instantly feeling it go completely rigid and throbbing hard.


“Cum for me.”


At that so-sexy demand, Form Chaser’s body tensed so tightly that Red swore he imploded when she sent that small shock into his prostate, with him throwing his head back and giving a long-winded whinny of pure passion as his beyond-intense first prostate orgasm shot through him and overloaded his mind; the sensations rolling up and down his spine, the tingles charging every nerve ending in his body and making him nearly black out. 


His dick practically exploded as another shock was administered and Redheart kept softly rubbing his cock’s base and prostate both gently, the young stallion firing several massive and consecutive spurts of creamy virgin unicorn seed into the tube so hard it made his urethra sting, the first two weighing it down and filling it up.


Redheart had been unprepared for him giving so much so quickly, and barely had time to drop her motions, seal the first tube and replace the filled tube with a second, then seal it too and place a third, before eventually the stallion’s reservoir finally began to run dry. As she watched the final tube hanging from him and filled to the brim, with him having given what must have been well over 300cc of thick cum, she saw the last trickles and drips splatter all over the ground as the tube overfilled, streaming down the tube and making quite the mess.



<Bucking hay that’s a lot of cum...would feel so good inside of me right now...>


As he came off his orgasm after what had felt like an eternity of pulsing, near-unbearable pleasure, Form’s body buckled onto the mount, with him nearly passing out again; using the pseudo-mare to support himself as the supports he was strapped to held his back legs up to support them too.


Nurse Redheart collapsed in her own puddle of fluids, having felt her own spasms of an orgasm on the brink as he’d came for her, her on-edge mind finally sent over as she’d watched the last tube fill up; her vaginal muscles were trying to squeeze on a cock that simply wasn’t there and claim his seed into her, her clit winking near-constantly; her body just needed the tiniest bit more stimulation to set her over into the promised land of bliss. 


<Buck professionalism! I need to cum, NOW!>


“W-wow…” Form barely managed to stammer out in surprise as he watched as Red then floppedlaid on her back on the floor in her own juices, spread her legs wide, and started to roughly rub her winking clit with one hoof and pussy with the other, clearly unable to resist anymore as she finally gave in to the urge to finish herself off after a whole day of intense stimulation and no release.


<Finally! Oh buck yes this is amazing!> “I’M CUMMING!”

Form heard Redheart scream out as she followed it with a high-pitched whinny of pure satisfaction, her hips bucking up and grinding rapidly into her still-rubbing hooves after only a few rubs to set herself over, a stream of femme-cum spraying a good few feet from her as she sharply arched her back off the ground. She came the hardest she’d ever had before, her long-denied and well-earned orgasm seeming to last forever as she only added to the puddle of her emissions beneath her.




~




After what felt like forever of swirling in that world of ecstasy, her passage squeezing on itself and her clit intensely, then slowly, winking against her hoof and causing a tingle to roll through her each time it did, Red found that it had been only about thirty seconds of the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt instead of an eternity as she wearily glanced up to the clock – and realized it was thirty minutes after she was supposed to sign out for the night, her shift long over. As she came down off her high, Redheart virtually deflated, panting hard as her afterglow settled in and she at last relaxed in pure relief.


<Wow, I’ve NEVER cum that hard before, not even during my heats!>

“By Celestia, that...was bucking HOT!” Red heard Form say, figuring he’d watched the whole scene of her masturbating, his eyes wide and his chin nearly to the floor; having watched what had been the first mare ever cumming because of him.


Eventually, Redheart willed her limp, totally exhausted body up to her hooves, gently quivering as she then looked over the messy, cum-soaked room that once was a sterile lab.

<Great, now I have to clean all of this up too. But first…>


“Well, you weren’t exactly ice-cold yourself, stud. I think you gave me my best orgasm ever, and you didn’t even need to touch me!” Red cooed, giving a drowsy smile as she removed the final, overfilled collection tube from him and cleaned up what had leaked out with a 	sanitary cloth, barely resisting the urge to lick it, then from whence it had came, clean instead. She could still feel her legs slightly numb because of her orgasm.


<Bucking hay that was an intense cum. Never quite squirted like THAT before! Hay, I couldn’t imagine what it would have felt like if HE’D rubbed me off instead, or used some of those kinky unicorn sex spells I've read about. I’d have probably passed out on the spot!>


During some more banter about how hot one cumming had been to the other, Redheart carefully removed the steel rod from Form’s rear, him relaxing to let her, and then sterilized and replaced it on the tray for it to be used on the next stallion who ‘needed some help’ donating. She next released Form’s back hooves and he wearily climbed off of the mount, his fore-legs wobbling as he stood on them for the first time in nearly an hour. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow in more than one place, but it had been so worth it!


“Hey, um, Ms.Redheart? Can I help you clean up? I’m kinda responsible, at least for most of it.” Form asked, looking to the mare who’d ‘collected’ him so lovingly, indeed his first mare ever. He then brought his chest to press against hers as his muzzle rested on her crest in an embrace. “I insist.”


Redheart’s ear flicked at the voice that had once so annoyed her earlier, finding it now had an endearing quality to it; the tone of his offer that of a little colt asking for a cookie from his mother, but with the much deeper, sexier baritone of a full-grown stallion.


“Y-yeah, I could use the help.” Red had found herself agreeing, her face flushed as she pulled back a bit and stared right into Form’s eyes. As she did, she felt her heart hammering in her chest, her stomach making little circles and fluttering all the while.


<What the hay is going on with me...am I...>


Redheart simply smiled to Form from time to time as he then helped her clean the shiny floor of what of his leaked passion that couldn’t be contained, and those of her own extensive squirts. Wiping down the mount was next for her, and then she made sure to seal the three filled-to-the-brim tubes containing Form’s thick, young, and likely extremely virile ejaculation.


Red smiled as she wrote out and stuck the label onto the completely-filled containers –  ‘Form Chaser’s very hearty sample | U’ – before putting them in the freezer.



<Well, that will definitely make some lucky mare a very happy mother; or a hundred, with as much as he made! Damn that stallion can cum a lot!>


The two ponies had then left the collections room after From signed his disclaimer forms for the ‘procedure’ and donation, Red too caught up in the heat of the moment to have him do it before they’d started, Red flicking off the lights as they did. They then cleaned themselves up in separate showers, an empty pair of patient room and a supply closet with fresh uniforms for them thankfully just a short walk away from the stairwell.


As she showered – getting a day’s worth of greasy lube, her own sex fluids, sweat, and stallion musk and stray streams of cum off of herself, as well as laying and relaxing her tired muscles under the soothingly warm water – Red found herself rubbing her marehood again as the warm water ran down her exhausted body, all the while thinking of what she’d just done with Form and memories of that moment of closeness they’d had after it as well. As she rubbed herself, she thought about her upcoming heat; about going to Form and flagging her tail over her back, telling him to rut her until her womb was swelling with his cum. Telling him to knock her up with a ‘donation’ directly from him to her.


As she thought of him cumming deep inside her, of how his thick seed would feel in her fertile womb and making a baby, she reached her climax moments later, muffling a whinny as her clit winked into her still-rubbing hoof and her hips ground against it, her passage tugging at her hoof as she added her own off-white fluids to the water running down the drain, intense pleasure once more rolling through her mind. 

As she finished up cleaning herself, got out, and dried off, Red found herself thinking more and more about Form, indeed unable to take her mind off him.


<Form...what are you doing to me you stupid, air-headed...sexy, sweet, lovely stallion?>


After both were clean and they met in the empty hallway, Form saw Red’s troubled state, clear from her slumped posture and distant gaze. He walked up to her and suddenly wrapped Red in another gentle hug, which she gladly accepted, wrapping her own hooves around his crest and nuzzling her muzzle into the crook of his neck, him nuzzling in turn into her mane. Red felt her eyes starting to moisten as she was held by somepony after so long alone, melting into the embrace as she felt him rocking softly with her in his arms. 


<Of all the things I’ve done today, THAT’S what catches me up and makes me start bawling? A bucking hug and nuzzle?! REALLY RED, you big softie?!REALLY RED?! You softie...>


As their embrace ended and Form moved to leave, Red grabbed him by the tail with her mouth and gently tugged it to get his attention, before intimately moving towards his head and putting her mouth to his ear.


“Don't forget to drop in tomorrow after your shift folder-boy. Don't make another ‘mistake’ and make me come and find you for your donation appointment tomorrow...”


Form gulped and nodded, giving Red a sideways glance before leaving; not entirely sure she was serious with the perceived threat of tracking him down, but all the same not wanting to risk it. He’d be there tomorrow alright, but not only because she’d told him to be.


That ‘collection’ had felt absolutely amazing, and damn if he didn't want to spend more time with this sexy, sensitive mare AND get another orgasm like that alongside.




~




As she left the collections room after giving it a another look-over, Form having left her earlier with a ’See you tomorrow!’ and a friendly nuzzle which she returned, Redheart came up to find Tenderheart smiling at her, her own shift apparently ending when Red’s, and shortly after Form’s had, having waited for her to clean up first before approaching her. “So how was et down ‘ere luv? I ‘eard Miss Priss, th’ witch, made ya ‘collect’ stallions t’day. I’m sowy ya ‘ad t’ do somefin so degratin’...” she said, a look of genuine pity on her face.


Redheart flinched at that comment. Before the events of the last six hours, she might have agreed with her friend about collecting semen being a horrible affair, but after what she’d experienced, especially within the past hour, she felt that was no longer the case. “Well, it wasn’t actually  as bad as I thought it would be really. I got to meet many fine, rather handsome stallions with good hearts who are donating to a noble cause, and even got to know some of them very…intimately,” responded Redheart with a wink, and, passing by Tenderheart to get to the nurses’ station and sign out for the day, she was suddenly surprised to come face to face with Fine Print.


“Great job today Redheart. You answered the call to arms, and I’m proud to say you did well. I hope your new duty distracted you from how tiring your day was?” Fine Print asked, before her voice turned very intimate; “...and maybe later this week when the new equipment and personnel comes in, I can show you and Form personally how you might improve your skills in there?”


The offer startled Redhoof and Tenderheart alike. After some quick thinking, Red found that she was actually willing to give a more intimate relationship with her once-hated boss a try after seeing how she'd spoken and acted with her in the basement, just not tonight.


<That mare’s hoof isn’t something I’m going to say no to! She’s the best hoof-job I’ve ever gotten!, even if she didn’t let me finish....>


After her massive orgasm not an hour ago, the second powerful one in the shower, and the utterly-draining day however, Red only wanted her bed now, and that’s just what she planned to get.


“Sure thing boss but maybe later, as you said. I'm a bit bushed right now after so many…distractions. But you think maybe this time we can actually finish the ‘demonstration’…?” Red replied with a bit of a huff, simply getting a knowing wink and smirk from her boss before she then walked away, tail swaying teasingly.


“Wot th’ ‘ell was ‘at? Did we go down th’ bloody rabbit ‘ole or somefin’?” Tenderheart asked her friend, watching as Nurse Redheart walked away after giving her a wink and a chuckle, then signing out and shutting off the lights as that wing closed for the night.


<Well, today was…very interesting wasn’t it.>

> Chapter 5: Heated Memories
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Red woke up groaning with a massive headache, her eyes groggily opening and revealing that her corneas were bright red from a lack of sleep, her ears ringing from the continual and significant pounding in her head. Raising one of her white hooves to her temple she grimaced and tensed as she felt the insistent throbbing inside her skull, her body feeling like it had been put through the ringer of an Iron Pony competition.


Her joints burned, her bones ached, her withers shivered under the stress of simply standing up and walking to the bathroom to relieve herself. She felt sore, all of her limbs screamed at her as though she’d been working out hard all night instead of resting as she had been. She also began to feel a nauseous sting in her overly-acidic stomach, the sickening feeling building as she felt like she was about to void her stomach’s contents all over her sweat-matted bed and all over herself in the process. Just the kind of side effects that one would expect come from the night of heavy drinking she’d had.




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From what little she could remember of the night before, Red had arrived home from her work sometime late in the evening, arriving just before the sun’s setting. Sitting down at her small table for one, she had slowly eaten a favorite meal of hers meal consisting of roasted bell-peppers, mushrooms, and lightly-cooked hay cooked in red wine—which she’d taken the liberty of pouring herself a glass of as well—and doused in a raspberry vinaigrette.


Red had taken her time to finish her meal, remembering how many cases she had encountered on shift where young stallions had to come into the hospital from eating too fast and having terrible stomach aches, only for her to prescribe them some antacids to make it all better; knowing severe indigestion was not an experience she personally wanted to go through, but had an unsatisfied need in her stomach and mind both demanding she finish eating quickly so she could then reflect on the rather... unique events of her day. She’d finished her small meal within an hour. Red hadn’t wanted to revisit those thoughts or memories, her emotional predicament making the day’s events the last thing she wanted to think of the flashes that kept creeping back into her mind alone making her moan and cross her legs as her marehood started to moisten again.


Those feelings were very fleeting however, her heightened arousal vanishing only to be replaced by embarrassment and the reality that she was in her mundane, unsexy house and had a glass of red wine held in her hooves, not in that small basement medical room with a stallion’s most sensitive cock firmly held in her hooves, throbbing its life-giving load into a tube like she’d held many times the previous day. The still-warm plastic tube of cum in her hooves was now replaced instead by a cool wine glass, the scent of fresh cum and stallion musk replaced by the fleeting scents of the dinner she’d cooked.


Once she was done eating Red had sipped her glass of fine Cherry Blossom-approved wine, though quickly found that the small glass was doing nothing for her. By the time she had checked her clock to see it was getting late, she had chosen to sit in her living room – and had finished the almost-full bottle of wine. Rather than go to sleep despite her alcohol-induced drowsiness, she had decided to give in to her desires and reflect upon the actions and experiences of her day, her thoughts having shifted from re-living the tiring morning of inventory and lugging machinery to the alarming meeting with her boss Fine Print in the basement...and then all that had followed.


Red had been suddenly bombarded with mental images of her tantalizing boss-mare, Fine Print, in which she was in rather blush-inducing poses, her tail flagged to her as she looked invitingly to Red while wearing a nurse’s outfit, or another of her laid on her back with her tailed lowered, looking back to Red with everything she had on display. More and more Red thought of her boss and even her friend and co-worker Tenderheart, both posing lewdly for her and her alone. They were such alluring and pulse-racing poses too, just begging Red to please them, to make them hers if only for the day – if not forever.


Guilt and shame burned in Red’s cheeks as she’d envisioned her boss and co-worker in a way no employee or friend should if they were a professional, her mind simmering with such erotic and risque thoughts even before they had drifted on to what had came later in the day.


The hours of hoof-jobs, milking sessions, and the total overload of erotic and passionate thoughts had then shot through her mind, Red thinking back to every stallion she had touched, stroked, and smelled throughout the day, and before all of that getting an incomplete hoof-job of her own from Fine Print. She couldn't help but shiver at the total excitement of it all, having deeply enjoyed each moment as the stallions’ cocks had erupted their life-giving spunk into the collection tubes, remembering her eyes going wide at how hard and how much they had shot.The thrill of her sharing in something so intense and so intimate as her virtually conceiving a foal for another mare was deeply satisfying to her, the thought of making another another mare a mother making her heart pound and her spirit soar.


Red had blushed deeply as she remembered the embarrassment and yet erotic joy she had taken in those actions, especially when she had handled stallions she interacted with during her daily life; the ones she saw and talked with near-daily; her baker, Mr. Cake, being first and foremost coming to mind.


<It's going to be awkward when I go to pick up my weekly baking order from Sugar Cube Corner…> Red squirmed at the thought.


Red was worried if she would ever be able to look Mrs. Cake in the eye at all after her most recent encounter with her husband, or if the whole time she would be remembering how she held and stroked her husband to an earsplitting orgasm, watching the married stallion’s unbelievably huge flare blast a geyser of his thick, hot stallion-milk – knowing it was carrying what could potentially be two billion new foals – into the collection tube while the older stallion cried out in the erotic pleasure of sweet release. A release Red herself had brought him.


Soarin’s arrival had also been a surprising moment; more of a shock actually, and quite a pain in the flank too. Red was not one of those ponies who went gaga at the sight of celebrities, but even she had to admit that when she had seen the Wonderbolt enter the collection room her heart had skipped a few beats. Of course, that was before he opened his mouth and started spewing his egotistical manure, his ego worn so freely like that ridiculous blue-and-yellow outfit they all wore during their performances...and just as gaudy and loud too.


Soarin’ had quite a chip on his shoulder and he was in desperate need of some lessons in humility, but Red had to admit that he was sweet in his own way, for he had whispered sweet things back to her during his collection, driving her own lust higher unintentionally - or perhaps intentionally. Then, when she had hesitated with him as he’d grown erect before collecting him, her nerves shot from the pressure of the many other stallions she’d rubbed off before, Soarin’ had spoke calmly and sweetly to her, guiding her through the anxiety. It was one thing that made her previous day possible, loathe to admit it as she was.


Soarin’ was still too much of a colt for her though, too headstrong without anything meaningful inside his thoughts. His extreme liberties with her and her body she had not consented to, him treating her and indeed calling her a ‘whorse’ and—though she would admit to herself that any pony that came that hard and that long might be worth a ride—he was too brash and crude for her to take seriously, something she knew that would bite him in the tail in the future.


Red herself knew the repercussions of being so brash and unthinking personally, as it had nearly cost her her job once or twice.


Next, after the headstrong Wonderbolt, several of her own neighbors had come to donate their seed, her surprise matching theirs as they all were brought into a strange and heart-throbbing situation with their beautiful nurse-mare neighbor. Being with stallions she knew and interacted with on daily basis outside her job had been an interesting experience to say the least; she’d held them, comforted them and milked them to their release or heard them masturbating themselves, more than one ending up with the shock-rod up his bum by his own acceptance.


Nothing Red had done up to that point in her life had prepared her for the feeling of those big, strong bodies shuddering under her ministrations, their once-strong voices devolving into high pitched neighs and whinnies of absolute pleasure and release; the sensations she’d gotten from watching as their massive horse-cocks’ flared, pulsed and rewarded both her and their owners – and the future mothers of the foals it would sire – with a spray after spray of their hot jizz. It had been too much for Red to handle, her mind going nearly insane from the eroticism of what she had done.


<Who can I talk to about this...I need to talk to someone eventually or I’m going to go crazy!>


Red’s hooves were still sore from jerking all those long and thick, generally-mottled penises, overwhelmed by the memories of all of the multiple sizes she’d held, the different shapes and colors. She remembered the feeling of their balls in her hooves as she’d stimulated them, some softer, but all heavy and firm, plump with virile sperm as she’d held them in her hooves, the sensitive orbs safely nestled in their pouches, or tensed up as the the stallions who owned them was spewing forth their contents when they were milked of their seed.


Just recreating those mental pictures, of the stallions cumming into the tubes and knowing what was to become of that donation, had caused Red to feel the need to dunk herself into a tub of cold water just to cool herself off, but she instead substituted with another glass of cold wine. Her hope to keep the memories from making her squirt all over her expensive carpet had not come to pass, for she had still felt the wet pearls of her femininity dripping across her swollen slit and off onto it.


In that moment of lustful reminiscence, Redheart had begun to think about her last lover of the evening. The handsome unicorn stallion, Form Chaser.


<Sweet Celestia, what did his mom feed him? I mean, he’s not that big, but he’s still quite the hunk...and how he just kept going and going when I rubbed him, it taking a shock to the prostate just to get him to go off... before filling three whole bucking tubes and making about a third of a liter of cum...all for me...>


Just the thought of Form’s very timid personality, and giant loads, made Red’s vulva wink repeatedly at the very thought of him, further messing her couch and carpet with more of her female lust. Thinking about how he was so sweet, so humble; one of those stallions whose naivete and inexperience with sex and life in general made them so much more sexy; especially to older, experienced mares like herself. The feel of his strong body pressed to hers still lingering in her mind as he’d quivered under her touch, the sounds and cries of pure orgasmic pleasure he had made as she milked him dry still fresh in her ears.


Red couldn't get over the way he had trembled as she held him, her hoof stroking him as she whispered words she couldn’t quite remember into his soft, cutely-flicking ears, making her body shiver with the memory. Of putting the rod up inside of him and making him have undoubtedly the best orgasm he’d ever had before, shocking and rubbing his prostate until Form could give no more.


Red had never been with a virgin before him, and taking Form’s virginity had been a unique and rewarding experience; to feel such a young and strong stallion submit to her, to feel his hooves and body shudder in submission from the power of expelling the entire contents of his balls for the first time ever, giving his seed for mares to bear his foals with, was simply indescribable. Form couldn't be more than eighteen years, twenty at the very most, which meant his gratuitous spunk was likely quite virile ...and her hooves had been covered in it when the final tube had overflown and she’d removed it. She couldn’t stop thinking about how thick and warm it had felt. How full of potential life.


How they’d met and their initial relationship was indeed very strange; first thing in the morning Red chews him out, indeed nearly castrating the poor stallion, and by her shift change in the evening she had already laid on top of Form, whispering erotic words to him – which she couldn’t help but think were at least partially true – as he ejaculated a third of a liter of cum, at least, mainly from the touch of her hoof and her aroused scent driving him to the edge.


Just thinking about Form’s cum, undoubtedly still sitting in the freezer waiting to make some lucky mare or mares swell with his foals soon, made Red blush and fidget, her back legs crossing as her tail instinctively lowered to hide her swollen, winking vulva and help alleviate her carpet of more of her honey dripping onto it, quite the sizable puddle already there.


That thought had been when the self-doubt had encroached upon her mind. She was not a filly anymore, nor even a mare in her prime; indeed a mare on her way out of her prime. Red’s age had never really bothered her though until she had started to work with more, younger nurses, only then learning that a forty-six-year-old mare was indeed slightly lacking in such a vibrant and active workplace as a hospital.


For a long time, ponies with medical Cutie Marks had been usually quite scarce in Ponyville, and so Redheart had enjoyed the rather limited status as one of the few nurses in Ponyville. After all, when a hospital only had two nurses and no other options, they didn’t seem to mind how old they were so long as they could do the job. However, over the years, younger and younger nurses had begun to arrive.


Both Tenderheart and Red, despite their age difference, managed to luck out with being hired together. Now that she was confronted by working alongside several other younger and possibly more beautiful mares, Redheart had begun to feel more self-conscious about her age. The younger mares, through no fault of their own, had made her feel old and less beautiful, even despite many assurances from Tenderheart herself about her beauty.


How many stallions would want to be with an old mare like herself, she wondered, especially when the younger mares could offer far more than she could. They could offer the allure, energy and benefits of a youth; and just as importantly a healthy, young body for having and caring for foals with. Red was not sure she was beyond the ability to have or care for a foal herself just yet but she knew she was definitely nearing that point, with the thought of having foals crossing her mind more and more often lately; every estrus, and especially during the events of the previous day. It didn’t help that her next estrus was coming soon, the hormones and desires it brought with it already starting to faintly form within her.


Red’s desire for a child, however, conflicted with her utmost conviction of having one only with a stallion of her choosing beside her, the same stallion who gave her said foal being there to help raise the child he’d sired. She respected the fertility initiative and the validity of foals being conceived from artificial insemination, but she herself wanted to feel a stallion with and within her, his thick cock spreading her marehood wide in her estrus and filling her belly up from the source at her foal’s conception instead of an uncaring doctor squirting cold sperm into her womb with what was basically a long thin metal tube and syringe. She wanted a stallion with whom she could wake up beside every day for the rest of their lives, somepony she could show their resulting child to and say ‘this is ours, we made this together and it’s ours to raise. Together.’

Of course, such emotional feelings were only a fraction of the problem Red felt. The rest of the issue was that such promiscuous behavior was fine for young, carefree mares like Rainbow Dash or Berry Punch. She, however, was an official, a nurse; a pony of responsibility and order. The holder of an important job and with a status that required solemnity and decorum. Acting like a giggling, horny school-filly looking to have sex with every lad she met was not a way for a respectable mare of her position to act. She was responsible for ponies’ lives after all.


Red’s sense of professionalism had been violated the previous day, and what made it even worse was it had been violated in the course of actually doing her job. It didn’t matter how important the semen collection was or even how Ponyville’s population was slowly dwindling and that this was an easy solution for that, as such animalistic activities of ‘collection’ tugged at her sense of duty and professionalism, skewing the lines of duty and primal lust so all it was was a muddled line to her; something that had never happened to her before in the line of duty.


Collecting the sperm should have only been her job to her but it went beyond that, arousing Red in her free time now and making it so all she could think about was jacking off those stallions. Taking any pleasure in the memories of what was a legitimate medical procedure and for a noble cause, of turning it into her own personal lust-fuel, seemed to flaunt in the face of everything she believed in before.


With all this weighing down on Red’s shoulders, she had done the only thing she could think of in order to cleanse herself of the self-doubt and the shameful guilt it placed upon her, if only temporarily: she drank. Digging into her alcohol cupboard, she had brought out two bottles of very hard Sweet Apple Acres Vintage apple cider and spiced it up with a heavy splash or two of strong brandy. She had then spent the night drinking and trying to block out the feelings and memories that plagued her, drinking so long and so much that she eventually passed out quite late in the morning, barely making it to her bed before the world went black.




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Red, now in the present, shook her head, blinking in surprise as she straddled her bed. Her white body was bare and her red mane dangled unrestrained and tangled about her shoulders and chest, undoubtedly looking just as bedraggled as she felt. She moaned warily as she finally took the courage to look at herself in her bedroom mirror – and was mildly surprised to find it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would have been. Her fur was damp with sweat and spilled wine, but thankfully those was the only things in her fur this time. Other times, when she had woken up under similar circumstances in a bar or dorm, she had not been so presentable…once even finding a very specific sticky white stuff in her coat and mane.


Red knew she had to return to work later this afternoon, and also knew it was going to take everything she had to just get herself looking and feeling presentable for that. She was not looking forward to what she’d need to go through to pull this feat off, as she had never gone to work suffering from a severe hangover before. Usually she made sure to keep her heavy drinking for the nights before her days off, but of course yesterday had been a unique situation.


Heading into her shower Red turned the hot water on, letting the sound of running water soothe her as she gathered her bathing necessities. Finally the water turned from cold to hot and Red climbed into her shower, shutting the glass door behind her with her back leg, and instantly loving the warm water pouring down her matted, sore body. The heat and purifying feeling of the hot water made her swoon on her four legs as it relaxed her tensed muscles, the water splashing across her outstretched face and neck, sliding its way across her chest and down to her barrel. Her withers shivered with the feelings of hot cascading water splashing across them as, in unison, Red spread her back legs, her tufted tail curling up to allow the water to flow down her flanks, crotch and stifles, then pool at her back hooves.


As Red stood there, letting the water cleanse her of her worries and troubles if only for a moment, she thought once more of the handsome unicorn she’d come to think of more and more the previous day. She wondered to herself if Form Chaser would be interested in being more to her than just a sperm donor she’d collected from; if he would want to be more than simply her colleague as well.


<Would Form even be interested in me, given our age difference? Probably not, huh? I’m not even a unicorn like him. I can’t use all of those kinky unicorn spells I’ve read and heard they like, so he’d probably want to be with someone with magic and a long sexy horn instead. Stupid boring Earth-pony genes...>


Red’s doubts were well-founded, she realized. While inter-tribal relations did happen amongst ponies, it wasn’t often that a Pegasus went with a non-Pegasus, or an Earth ponies with non-Earth-ponies. That was just the way of things, with minor exceptions here and there. An exception Red hoped she and From could be a part of.


Redheart had always believed this trend was because a Pegasus knows how to touch a fellow Pegasus, where best to stroke their wings and lick upon their neck from their experience and experimentation with their own bodies, while an Earth-pony knows the inner workings and kinks of their fellow Earth-ponies for the same reasons. With these kinds of relationships, that kind of deep mateship was just a natural conclusion. Of course, she was more than willing to go against this theory with Form Chaser. Perhaps if they worked hard together they could make it work, with her just being a dull Earth Pony.


<Maybe it wouldn’t even be that hard. Maybe Form has low standards...even as low as an old, boring Earth-pony mare like me.> Red turned up the hot-water tap. Suddenly the water felt a little colder for some reason.


Lifting one hoof up from the tiled ground, Red began to stroke it along her sides and down to her flanks; all the thoughts of Form Chaser, mateship, and love were making her heart swoon. As her heartbeats picked up in tempo, she could feel the heat in her vulva start to grow in correlation. She could feel the blood flowing to that most intimate part of her that had been made to take in a throbbing stallion’s cock; Form’s cock, if she had any choice in the matter. The passion building in her crotch soon expanded to her legs, her limbs stiffening on instinct to hold up herself and the weight of a mounted stallion, quivering slightly as she ground her rear against the smooth tile wall of the shower She knew she’d soon need something more than a flat surface if her body had its way, which it seemed it surely would at this rate.


Grabbing a bar of soap with her mouth, with it fortunately flavored pleasantly for Earth-pony customers, Red angled the specialized holder onto her hoof to allow her to scrub across her white fur. Hoping to rest herself against the wall on an angle, she turned over so she was no longer facing the wall but the shower door, her hoof reaching down with the soap bar to wash across her sides and other front leg. She then played specific attention to her sleek stomach and especially around her inner thighs, the small bar of soap then gently cleaning around her swollen, winking vulva, as the now-endless thoughts of Form Chaser made her wet in that most special kind of way.


Dropping the soap as her arousal had met its peak, Redheart began moving her hoof slowly down to the the slit between her legs, her gentle-floral-smelling marehood aching and demanding attention as she placed her hoof at it’s edge. Even with the steamy water pouring over her, Red was taken aback by the heat radiating off her inflamed slit, her current arousal almost reminding her of her last, intense estrus she’d had to attend to alone…with a dildo. The phallic silicon and plastic however, was no replacement in her mind for the feel of the hot, hard flesh of a real stallion's cock, nor could it replace that feeling of intense heat and pleasure of when that stallion’s cock exploded within her as he came, the scalding foal-batter splashing against her insides; with her always imagining it taking claim of her womb and creating a brand-new life. A foal. Her foal.


Starting slowly, Red began pressing gently as she circled her winking mound with the tip of her hoof, her liquid mare-lust leaking freely from her crotch to join the rest of the water circling the drain of the shower floor. Despite being over forty, Red’s pussy looked like it belonged to a mare half her age, her lips still perky and not sagging like how many older mares’ got, surely quite the beautiful sight to any stallions lucky enough to see it. Her hoof encountered only smooth lips, the area around her sex very sensitive and soft, causing her to shiver every time she applied a bit of pressure. The tip of her hoof pressed into her clitoral hood and slid up easily, letting her feeling the gentle rub she gave directly onto her clit, a sharp shuddering exhale escaping her as it responded in kind with a wink against her persuading hoof.


Deciding that was enough teasing, Red then pressed her hoof-tip just inside of her dripping sex, pausing to feel the velvet-like snugness of her entrance, firm and hot to the touch, dripping over her manicured hoof in a steady stream; her entrance the perfect texture for guiding a hard penis into her deeper, softer depths. A penis she’d gladly welcome right now.


Red moaned as a twitch of pleasure from inside of her lower belly went up her spine, a nagging twitch of need she knew all too well given her tribe’s tendencies. As many said, and many others proved true regularly, Earth-ponies tended to be the most likely to have multiple sexual partners throughout their lives of all of the pony tribes, outside of perhaps Zebras, and most enjoyed having sex strictly for pleasure. There were of course exceptions, just as not all Pegasi followed the fairly-silly-yet-strict traditional courting and mating rituals of their forefathers, but Red knew for a personal fact this was true about herself.


Dropping onto her front knee on her other hoof, Red groaned as she felt the beginnings of a powerful climax already bearing upon her, her orgasm starting to swell as her chest then pressed into the wall, her other hoof doing little to help support her as it trembled steadily. Her insides clenched hard around her occupied hoof, the snugness increasing to a tight pressure, the velvety embrace of her drooling, winking slit making her squeeze her abdominal muscles in an effort to hold her impending orgasm back.


As Red felt herself tip over involuntarily when she once more thought of Form throbbing in her hoof, of the huge load he’d let loose because of her, for her, she lost the battle of wills and unclenched her muscles just as a fiery stream of liquid pleasure squirted from her cunt and joined the rest of the water and liquids flowing down the drain. She literally squealed in ecstasy as she came intensely, her muscles squeezing down on her hoof as well as they could before loosening and squeezing down again, a more-thick fluid squirting out of her and down the drain; her opaque, off-white mare-cum flowing freely and merging with her clear honey to squirt from her or trail down her legs.


Squirting wasn’t something Red had encountered ever before in the past with any of her previous lovers and one-night-stands, with them having failed to raise her to that absolute peak of pleasure and release before. The only previous time she’d done it had been...yesterday. With Form.


<Form…make me cum! Form...give me your foal...squirt your half-liter of cum in my womb and make a baby...>


Blinding pleasure went through her mind as she thought of that last sexy stallion she’d ‘collected’ yesterday, Red trying desperately to keep her sanity but her crotch felt too hot, her clit—which had been winking against her hoof during the whole orgasm— was alight with sensation, and the constant squirting managed to complete the pleasure cocktail exploding through her mind. Her third or fourth orgasm – she simply couldn’t tell anymore let alone care – in the chain was so strong that it left pieces of her once rational psyche strewn about the shower floor alongside her thick, opaque mare-cum coming en masse from within her and never seeming to end.


Redheart usually was a screamer when she came, but she simply did not have any energy left to do so, instead letting loose a series of moans and heated squeals, which eventually shifted into a high-pitched keen as sexual agony and pleasure combined, her orgasms never seeming to end as her legs buckled and she curled into a ball on the shower floor, her forehoof never stopping its rubbing as she came her guts out, her whole lower belly clenching constantly and almost painfully hard, only to loosen and squeeze again.


Her hoof eventually slipped out of her dripping slit as the feelings finally, slowly subsided, her velvet insides contracting and winking even still after such a powerful series of releases. Red couldn’t believe that she was still raring to go even after that mind-blowing experience, her body quickly adjusting itself back into gear for another round of self-play even after what must have been one or two intense climaxes followed by at least half-a-dozen smaller orgasms one after the other in a row.


Red’s hoof pushed forward and gently re-entered her quivering slit, earning a quiet gasp from herself as it felt just as sensitive as it had before when she’d just started, if not more-so after her recent stimulation. Her libido felt just as fresh as when she was a filly in her first heat, her body still raring to go after only a short breather. With much practice from her past, Red started rubbing herself just right again, her tongue poking out of her mouth as the pleasure started to grow in her once more. Her hoof was once again sliding against the velveteen entrance just past her labia, the head of her clit throbbing as her hoof also gently glided over the nub again and again.


Red’s eyes rolled into her head once again, her ears going flat as her tail flicked and twitched before finally flagging to the side on reflex, as if she was inviting a lover to mount her and making way for them, whether it be their muzzle and tongue or cock parting her. At the feeling of her hoof pressed into her needing slit once more, the building waves of pleasure and heat ruthlessly attacked her body and mind. If she hadn’t felt the mind-crushing orgasms of before, she could have sworn this was her first time pleasing herself this evening.


Deep down inside of her, that conscious voice kept yelling at Red that this was obscene... wrong. Crying at her because she shouldn’t be masturbating to a stallion she not only didn't know that well—other than in a professional sense—and had simply done a common medical procedure on. Red couldn’t care less at that at the moment though, not when her crotch was set to explode in an intense orgasm again, her mind threatening to shut down from the pleasurable excess of the memories she was having from claiming that stallion’s virginity, both penile and anal. She’d claimed both, and that could never change.


Angling her hoof, Red caught a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy as she dug a little deeper, one that made her eyes shoot open and made her scream as the back of her hoof rubbed against her heart-shaped clit once more.


All of this stimulation was more than enough to set Red off, her back legs shaking and trembling now as her back legs crossed feverishly together, forcing her well-lubed hoof just a little deeper into herself with the pressure. Once again she felt those familiar feelings that she had long ago become addicted to, but so much more intense than ever before whenever she thought about Form squirting his massive, sperm-rich load deep inside of her pussy; cumming for her and claiming her womb and body as his . Her slit started squirting once more, longer and harder than the first time, her fem-cum joining the clear lube that was spurting out constantly to make a geyser of unrestrained pleasure.


Red lost her voice in a series of quiet squeaks as her mind imploded and her body seized up once more, her squirting and overall orgasms so powerful that they made her limbs collapse and her whole body softly quiver, making her again curl up in the shower as the water poured over her. She writhed in her blissful agony as several more orgasms rolled through her again, passively making her wonder if something was wrong with her for being this aroused out of her estrus.


As Red removed her hoof from herself again and rested there in her afterglow after another two lesser orgasms followed the first intense one of that series, she found her lust had finally faded and her most recent chain-release had left her sexually exhausted and satisfied for the moment. Red lay there for a long while recovering from so many intense climaxes, that batch having made at least ten total, until the hot water began to turn cold, her rest ending in her having to drag herself from her now-cold shower.


As she finally stepped out, Red gripped a handful of towels in her mouth to dry herself off and did just that, feeling much better now that she was clean...and sufficiently relieved of her lust. As she looked at the clock after she left the bathroom she realized that she had to get ready for work. and as she started the walk there and found her thoughts shifting between Form Chaser to Fine Print to Tenderheart, she knew that she had some personal decisions she had to make soon too.

> Chapter Six: Heated Encounters
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Redheart arrived at the hospital a few minutes before her shift started, trotting into the front doors and heading straight for the staff lounge to check in. As she walked down the halls she prepared to turn at the waiting room, which would take her to a corridor that led down to the lounge. She made the same journey every morning and every workday, first to the lounge then to wherever she was told she’s was needed.


Today was a bit different however, for when Red went to turn down the corridor today, she walked straight into another pony, both of them crashing together. She was nearly bowled over by the other much larger pony who must be a stallion judging by his mass, slipping on the tiled floors and landing on her chest in a most undignified position, her rump high in the air and her whole front half on the floor.


Red’s first instinct was to erupt at this other pony, her fiery eyes flaring up from the ground to see which idiot had walked straight into her, only for them to widen in surprise as she saw a familiar blue unicorn stallion before her. From Chaser was truly a handsome and lovely stallion, but by Celestia he was such a massive klutz! When he had hit her, he had, of course, stopped his magic at the shock, which in turn ended up with his collection of forms raining down on them and scattering about the floor.


Form was currently, frantically, trying to pick his dropped papers back up and sort them back into order with his cyan magic. As he quickly and neatly stacked the forms again as he concentrated his magic, Red noticed that his magic was far more dextratious than his hooves it would seem. He didn't notice her at first but his eyes eventually flew to her and they too widened in surprise as he saw who he had hit….then that surprise she was initially happy to see turned quickly to fear.


<He must think I'm going to yell at him again!> Red thought to herself, grimly admitting to herself that that had indeed originally been her plan, only changed upon seeing it was indeed her current heart-throb she’d run into.


Before Red could react however, Form’s strong hooves were at her side, the unicorn pulling her up from the floor and against his body, letting her now stand against him with her chest softly pressed to his. She was amazed at how strong and solid his body was as she leaned against it again as she had the previous evening, also finding that he was slightly taller and more than slightly more broad and muscular than her, her not having noticed such details so much in her exhausted state the previous evening. As they stood there chest-to-chest like that, Form’s hooves wrapped around her protectively, Red couldn’t help but feel they were made for each other as she fit perfectly against him.



“I’m so, so, s-so sorry Miss Redheart, I was a bit distracted and wasn’t looking where I was going!” Form apologized timidly, wincing a bit as though in anticipation of the incoming insults and yelling, the soft voice and meek apology not fitting such a strong-built stallion. However, Red found it endearingly cute; she loved how soft and careful he was despite his size, how much he seemed to care about everypony. She looked at it as him showing off his true character, the pony he was inside.



“It’s okay Form, but we have got to stop meeting like this huh?” Red answered him softly, chuckling a bit as she slid her muzzle up his chest to rest her forehead in the crook of his neck. Biting her lip, Red continued with what she’d convinced herself to say on her walk here. “So...I was thinking about you last night,” she whispered nervously into his twitching ears, hoping she wouldn’t come off as a total pervert, with the stallion stiffening and striking such a cute blush, “I was thinking about what we did yesterday, and I was hoping...that maybe you were thinking of it too? Thinking of me too?”


Form gulped nervously before he lowered his eyes and slightly nodded, turning his head to catch her cheek and neck with soft, affectionate licks of his broad tongue, the feelings causing Red to shiver and her heart flutter as she wondered how that tongue would feel on other places of her body. “Yes I was...all night. I-I had to…” Form trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.


“...Masturbate?” Red finished for him, to which he blushed even harder as he nodded, his eyes closing in shame and lust.


“Yeah I did...three times in the shower last night before it finally, y’know, went down. I couldn’t stop thinking about when you...ahem...climaxed yesterday.” he admitted, “Um...d-did you masturbate to me too?”


Red now blushed herself at his words, imagining this handsome stallion stroking himself with his magic or hooves because of her cumming and erupting three times; imagining how big those powerful, hot, foal-making spurts were, wondering just how long he shot and how much he fired each time. If the previous day had been any reference, he must have flooded his whole house out!


“Well... I just about overflowed the shower last night and this morning thinking of you,” she admitted, “...and I don’t mean with water either. I’ve never cum that hard on my own before, or that many times in a row...until I started thinking of you.”


The two ponies just hugged each other tighter in the unoccupied lobby, both of them loving the way the other felt against them, fitting together so perfectly, both of them wondering just how deep this thing between them went. It felt pretty deep, to both of them.


“I just wanted to make sure I was in your thoughts Form, cause you’re in mine. Come and see me in the basement at the end of the day, okay? I have something to...that I need to ask you,” Red whispered back to him and Form nodded his head. He was very interested in seeing the older mare again in that ‘collections’ room, and slightly intrigued by what she was going to ask him there. Also fairly intrigued by what she’d do to him there too!


“Okay ma'am, I will.”


“Good lad,” Red replied, leaning up to kiss him gently on the nose before she playfully turned and whipped him with her tail, then nudged him with her flank to get him moving. Form sheepishly smiled at her before continuing on his way, but not before giving her a slight rap with his own tail on her flank in response. Red ‘meeped’ in response as she felt the swat of his tail on her rump, before smiling to herself at his forwardness.


<We're making progress. He’s more comfortable with himself, and he’s warming up to me!>


Red turned her head, feelings of joy following her gaze as she saw Form turn the corner, leaving her alone for now to log herself into the system and get to her job. As she walked to the lodge where their directions were usually written on a whiteboard by Miss Priss—their not-so-respectful name for Fine Print, the admin and head nurse of the whole hospital given the personnel shortages—she felt that sliver of doubt again. Could she and Form Chaser actually have a working relationship with all her past baggage? Could her professionalism handle the idea of dating...and more...with a fellow co-worker? Was it even possible under her job contract to do so? Too many questions for her too handle, on her own at least.




~




When Red entered the lounge room, she saw Tenderheart at the back of the room near the job postings board, the smaller mare fixing herself a cup of tea as was her usual tradition at the start of each of her shifts. Both mares greeted each other with smiles and as they approached one another, even giving a few friendly nuzzles across each other's necks as they always did.


“Oy Reddy your eyes look totally buggered t’day luv. ‘ave you been drinking all night ?” asked Tenderheart, a combination or worry and an accusatory tone in her voice.


Red just rolled her eyes before sheepishly nodding, watching with both amusement and some shame at Tenderheart’s wide-eyed response. “...but Reddy ol’ girl, you’re usually so more professional than ‘at! What’s got ya swillin ‘at poison, ey?”


“Well maybe if you were jerking stallions off all day yesterday, being exposed to so many erotic sights and smells ...on top of the stress of doing your job right and keeping a professional front as you did something so...personal...to a stallion; all on top of being so aroused by it that, that you could barely even think straight, you might hit the bottle as well to relax!” Red snapped back, huffing haughtily.


Tenderheart only gave Red a sour look, before she leaned forward and surprised Red with a firm kiss on her forehead.“Y’ listen ‘ere,I know you can ‘andle it down ’ere Red, as there’s naught a more commi’ed mare in this place th’n you.” reassured Tenderheart, then turned to the table beside them and began pouring with her mouth a cup of strong coffee.“ ‘er Red have a swig of this, you need to sober up quickly!”


“Okay okay Tender, just be careful with that cup, it’s going to be hot,” warned Red passively, before accepting the mug from her friend’s muzzle with her own, “Thanks love.”


Both mares stood alongside each other sipping delicately at their drinks, Tenderheart lapping at her just-warm tea while Red cautiously slurped her hot coffee. Neither talked as was their custom, mentally preparing themselves for the stress and excitement that came with their job on a daily basis; both bracing themselves with caffeine against the onslaught that was to come, even though both would face a different kind of enemy.


Tenderheart would have to deal with the daily grind, the ingrained procedures and protocols that comprised the routines and duties of their everyday job, while Redheart would be stuck in the hidden basement pumping stallions of their precious essence, trying not to squirt herself silly as she watched, felt, and smelled the musk of stallions in rut and the enduring the intense thrill of when they finally released by her hoof.


The smell of stallion cum was a unique and alluring scent, musky with a hint of salt and, depending on the stallion and their tribe, hints of certain fruits or plants or the very earth itself, the scent of ozone or an ongoing storm, or a very unique scent attributed to only unicorn magic, and all, of course, topped off with a healthy whiff of their pheromones drawing her in. Red had been nearly overwhelmed by the scent of so many different stallions the other day, their collected essence congealing in the medical office, each new donor adding his musk and his scent to the batch. Such memories and thoughts took a whole different level of mental fortitude to prepare for, with Redheart not quite sure whether she was anticipating or dreading the shift to come.


As if she needed any more stress, Red inwardly groaned as the familiar sight of the beautiful green-coated mare that was her boss graciously entering the lounge, writing something on the whiteboard. Fine Print was exceptionally well-groomed today and the sight of her cutie-mark, and indeed her mane and whole body, glowing radiantly indicating that she must have used a special shampoo to make her fur extra shiny. Fine’s strict eyes had even lost some of their usual harshness as she had decided to apply a little makeup under her eyes and blush upon her cheeks, the coloring distracting from her usual stern gaze in a most pleasant way.


Fine was wearing only a light blue vest and white collar on her body, the rest of her bare-furred aside from the golden bracelet she had decided to put across her front leg and the silver horseshoes she sported. A small blue jeweled pendant dangled around her neck on a glass-beaded string, sparkling lightly in the florescent light. Red gasped, staring blankly at the alluring vision in front of her as she once more found that her boss was a totally drop-dead beautiful pony!


Beside her, Red felt Tenderheart go tense, looking to find the young mare wearing the same allured and shocked expression as her own undoubtedly was. Smiling to herself, Redheart gently bumped the other mare with her flank, startling Tender to give a quiet cry of surprise at the touch.


“Oy, would ya look at ‘at? Ol’ Fine is dazzled up like a right trollop she is, and why does ‘at turn me crank so much?” Tender wondered aloud.


Red politely ignored her friend's outburst with a roll of her eyes, allowing her to search for the answers to those questions on her own. Instead, she focused back on her boss who was now making a beeline straight for her.


The green-coated mare saddled up to Red and Tender, walking around them both before coming to rest beside Redheart. “Ah Redheart good to see you this afternoon, you’re looking a little... frazzled today. Had a little too much to drink last night?” Fine Print snarked, smirking at her subordinate.


<...and there’s the old FIne Print we love to hate.> Red huffed quietly. She had been fooling herself to think her bloodhound of a boss would have missed the signs of her night of poor choices.


“Well, I had a…a rough night Fine,” answered Red shaking her head and snorting to clear her head, the coffee starting to do its part.


“That’s unfortunate. Ah Tenderheart my dear, you are absolutely glowing today!” beamed Fine, her eyes shining over the smaller earth pony, who could only gasp and nod her head in response, her blush still burning hot.


“I...I….I-uh...…” stammered Tenderheart, her eyes still stuck on the appearance of her boss, the shriveled old bud showing its inner blossom it seemed.


“It’s fine dear,” helped out Fine Print, giving the younger mare a break, “no need to comment I suppose.


“You’re looking rather fancy today yourself boss,” added Redheart, hoping to take some of the pressure off of Tenderheart and let the poor mare recover.


“I just thought today deserved something new, you know?” Fine answered quickly, glancing around a bit, before her eyes focused solely into Red’s. “Speaking of such, we have something new today down in your workplace Red, something that is gonna be a real game-changer.”


“Oh, yippie!” Redheart exclaimed, before clearing her throat and repeating it in a more sarcastic tone, though inside her mind she was going haywire over what this could meanwhile her heart increased in tempo. <Something new down there’s sure to be interesting!>


Fine only nodded, though Red could see from the slight frown on the older mare’s features that she was aware of the charade. “Very well Redheart, follow me. Tenderheart, you can go and start your shift now.” instructed Fine Print. Tenderheart slowly nodded, still staring awkwardly at her boss, only to snap out of it when she felt Red kissing her gently on the cheek.


“Go on Tender, go to your post.” insisted Red, nudging the young mare towards the main doors. Tender gave a quiet sigh before compiling, giving Redheart a lasting look and smile of courage before heading out to her shift, leaving Red to follow Fine Print to the collections lab.




~




Redheart and Fine Print walked together through the hallway towards the basement staircase, generally alone aside from the occasional attendant passing by or cleaning staff pony going to a nearby supply closet. Stride by stride both mares seemed to match each other's quick speed and rhythm; both seemingly eager to reach their destination.


“We don’t talk enough do we Redheart?” inquired Fine Print dejectedly, suddenly breaking the silent journey and making Red slightly jump at the sudden noise, with only the soft clops of their hooves on tile audible before.


“Umm no, we don’t...aside from here at work.” Redheart answered, growing more interested in what Fine was getting at.


“I suppose you and the rest of the staff think of me as some dragon lord huh? Lurking in the shadows like some soul-sucking vampire and just waiting with bated breath to complain about every little mistake, or every little spot on your frocks?” Print asked, glaring, her voice rising in pitch as she began to look quite flushed.


“Umm no, not all of us...” replied Red timidly, <Although, yes that is how many of us see you.> “It’s just...you can just be a bit too professional at times...heh.”


“I realize that,” Fine replied, looking a bit remorseful, “but it’s just how I was raised, and indeed how I was trained. You see…in Trottingham, a pony’s professionalism is a reflection of their duty and dedication to their work. It’s about having pride in your appearance and how you treat the nature of the work. If you look like a slob while in a high-end position, ponies will think the same of you, regardless of your actual work ethic. First impressions are everything there.”


Red nodded her head in agreement, for she understood that kind of mental position all too well. Red herself was all about dedication to the job, and doing one’s duty, so much so that she was having issues with doing her job because she felt said job violated those sensibilities.


That’s when their meeting turned to something more personal… and far more physical, as Fine Print stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and slid right up against Red, pushing her own flanks and side against those of her compatriot, their Cutie-Marks touching. Pushing her back against the wall of the corridor, Fine Print grinned into the face of her subordinate, who looked back at her with her pretty, surprise-wide eyes, Red in turn smelling the gentle scent of the rose perfume Fine was wearing.


Fine looked into Red’s eyes, before sensually whispering into her ear; “Don’t think I am such a stick in the mud that I don’t know how to cut loose sometimes. That I don’t know how to have…fun.”


Turning her muzzle to the side, Red shuddered as Fine’s tongue began to lick it’s way around her ear and cheek, ending up on her chin, the velvety texture of the hot, pink tongue upon her white fur making her body seize up in confused pleasure. Having a smoking-hot mare pressed up against her and licking her was the last thing she needed right now in terms of dealing with unrestrained arousal, yet she for sure couldn’t say it was unpleasant or that she wanted it to stop.


“I also know how to handle myself around those who are...special to me, as you experienced yesterday” Fine continued, her tongue shifting from Red’s cheek to trail down her neck. “I know how to make them feel good...how to touch them…please them.” she followed the last bit up by pushing her tongue into a cleft of Red’s throat, flicking it about the tendons and muscles, with them suddenly clenching hard as Red gulped.


“Uh...uh...F-Fine this is...this is really unprofessional. You realize that, right?” Red asked, pinned to the wall as Fine Print only grinned and nipped her throat and neck playfully in response.


“So what?” Fine answered back simply with her trademark strict voice, punctuating the sentiment by dropping to her hooves slowly, trailing her tongue down Red’s chest, “You’re not the only one who has been dealing with jumbling their desires with their work. I’ve seen how you and Tenderheart look at each other, even if you’ve never thought of your relationship before. I can see it there. You want that sexy young filly, and bad…almost as much as you want Form Chaser.”


Fine grinned as she felt Red tremble at the thought of having both, hearing a quiet, involuntary whicker of desire from Red. “ Oh yes, I saw you two this morning, looking ready to suck each others’ faces off making out. Yes, he is quite the stud muffin isn’t he? His donation will make some beautiful little foals, won’t it? And just who's responsible for making him cum so much? You of course...” Fine gave a steady smirk as she could see a dripping through Red’s legs, her hooves resting on the other mare’s knees while she licked her lips in anticipation. “The way you look at both of them I can tell you want them, but you’re always so caught up in the drama of relationships and work, aren’t you Redheart? Always questioning the morality of such attractions, of how you look at those you find sexy, or may love... but have you ever thought that perhaps others around you look at you the same way? That maybe you’re the subject of somepony else’s desires too? Maybe even their own?”


Redheart couldn’t move let alone form a coherent sentence in reply, settling for more shuddering breaths and quiet moans as Fine rose up again and she felt Fine’s hoof softly push her to the ground and she complied, then feeling as her muzzle slowly pushed itselves under her chest and all the way down until it was between her legs, no longer questioning where she was going and what her boss was up to. Fine’s sturdy but poignant tongue was before long tracing its way along Red’s stomach and barrel, heading towards her wet crotch, Red feeling as her nurse uniform was being unbuttoned and pulled aside by Fine Print’s magic.


“Please, Fine…Miss Print, n-not here! Anypony could...oh p-please not here, I’m begging yo…ohhhhhhhh,” Red trailed off as Fine’s tongue and muzzle finally met her soaked crotch, the tip of her tongue poking into her hot, desperately-needing folds.


Redheart bit her lip as she tried to push Fine away half-heartedly, stifling an impassioned scream of need as that swift tongue dragged itself across her labia and through her slit, right before she softly nibbled on Red’s clit.


Red moaned quietly as her eyes darted from one end of the hallway to the other, always worried she’d see somepony coming, them seeing her boss with her muzzle between her legs. Each lick made Red feel a significant burst of pleasure, and it wasn’t long until her clit started its instinctive winking, that not going unnoticed by Fine.


“Mmm, are you enjoying this Red? Are you enjoying your old prude of a boss’s tongue treating you like you deserve to be treated?” Fine asked, before plunging back down between Red’s legs and licking rapidly on her clitoral hood. Red squealed quietly as her clit responded with a short flurry of winks, her body answering for her as a small squirt of her fluids came from her and landed on her boss’s muzzle, her arousal now at its peak.


“Hmm...seems somepony’s coming into their heat soon, are we?” Fine asked as she took a deep whiff of Red’s vulva, detecting the telltale scent of a mare’s heat faintly within Red’s marehood, with that thought of her soon being fertile and needing only making Fine’s own marehood start to heat up. “Mmm, smells like it's only a few days away at most. I always love pleasing a mare coming into her heat; they’re always so grateful for each…” Fine paused, dragging her tongue from just before Red’s pucker and all the way to her clit again, hearing a squeaky moan of need coming from her, “... little…” Another lick and quiet squeal. “...lick, aren’t they?”


Red felt as Fine continued to tease her with gentle licks, each one drawing a quiet gasp from her or wink from her pussy, occasionally a small squirt of her fluids too. She knew she’d be going into her estrus soon, likely within days as Fine had said, and also knew what she hoped to accomplish when she did. “B-Boss, could we please go s-somewhere more...p-private and do this?” Red begged, only for Fine to stop licking her again and meet her eyes, a mischievous glare in them.


“Well, you asked me yesterday to ‘finish the demonstration next time’, and I intend to do just that. Right here, right now.” Fine said firmly, before letting her tongue return to work, earning another needing whimper and clit-wink from Red. She upped her game now, licking more deeply and parting Red’s labial lips with her muzzle, seeing her back legs trembling slightly at the sensation as she swiftly slid deeper. Using her magic, Fine firmly rubbed her subordinate’s clit, hearing a muffled, strangled cry from her as her tongue started moving within her.


It was a surprisingly short amount of time before Fine felt Red’s squeezes growing tighter and more rhythmic, knowing what was coming soon; or rather, who. As she felt the telling signs of a mare’s impending orgasm, with Red’s hips starting to grind against her and her entrance squeezing rhythmically while growing even wetter, Fine simply stopped. Just completely pulled back and stopped every movement, holding still and giving no contact at all.


Red growled in frustration of being denied her orgasm again by Fine, glaring back at her boss. “Celestia-damn it!” she huffed, glaring hotly at Fine, her nethers burning, on the very precipice of release. Her clit was furiously winking and trying to draw that velvet pink pussy-pleaser back in. “Again!? You promised yesterday...that...”


Fine put on a look of feigned hurt, but deep inside she simply loved how desperate she’d left Red once more. This time however, she decided to do something about it. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you cum...if you do something for me.” Fine said, seeing the glare from Red sharpen.


“Oh, let me guess, you’re gonna make me work unpaid overtime, or become your slave for a week?” she asked, intending the latter one as a joke. She saw Fine grin.


“Well, as tempted as I am to take you up on that second one, no. Beg, Redheart. I want you to beg me to make you cum.” Fine said, seeing Red’s eyes widen in response.


<Ha, is that it?!> “Please, make me cum mistress! I wanna feel your hot, wet tongue in my desperate little pussy as I squeeze down on it when I squirt. I wanna feel you licking me as I squirt my cum all over you. I NEED you! Please!” Red begged instantly upon request, with this not her first time needing to ask for her climax.


Fine was somewhat taken aback by the desperate pleas from Red, but quickly followed up with her promise. “Heh, not your first time begging to cum now is it Red? You’d make a fine little servant in my private chambers some time… anyhow, fine I’ll get you off...but I’ll do you one even better than just my tongue making you cum…” Fine said sensually, lighting her horn. She formed a long, thick rod of solidified magic and placed it as Red’s drooling slit, hearing a quiet whimper of need from her as she did.


“P-please…” Red whispered again, and that was all Fine could take. She plunged the rod into Red, hearing a cry of absolute pleasure from the mare beneath her as she did. “OH CELESTIA YES! PLEASE! I NEED IT!” Red cried out, no longer caring if they would get caught as she felt her so-needed release building swiftly, feeling herself so satisfyingly spread by the pseudo-cock, the latent tingling of magic it gave off in her setting her pleasure up another notch. She could feel herself squeezing on her boss's magic tightly and frequently as she quickly thrust it into and out of her, the pressure in her crotch building to almost unbearable.


Finally, as Fine jammed the entirety of the magic deep into her fully one last time and Red felt it tap her cervix, she let out an absolute whinny of pure pleasure as her whole body tensed and the pressure burst at that sensation of being so totally and deeply spread, launching her into a very powerful orgasm. Realizing that her common fantasy of bending over Fine and pounding her with a strapon was now reversed, pulse after pulse of pleasure spiked through Red as her eyes squeezed shut, her breath now ragged pants as her insides milked the gently-throbbing length of magic that was inside of them for everything it had, despite that being nothing at all.


Fine watched as Red gushed around her pulsing magic dildo, literally squirting her release around her light-blue magic as Red trembled beneath her hooves, her clit being tended to by Fine’s tongue as she came, with the boss-mare enjoying the lightly floral-earthy flavor of her partner. After many seconds of bliss, Red finally went slack, her winks and squeezes slowly fading away but even still feeling pleasantly spread, her whole passage still filled as she drifted into her afterglow.


“Oh my buck boss…” Red said breathily, feeling herself shuddering slightly as she felt a hot body pressed against her, her marehood being spread widely by another after a nice, deeply-satisfying orgasm unlike the shallow ones she’d experienced alone earlier. Two things she hadn’t felt in much too long.


Fine simply smiled as she lay there, now softly rubbing Red’s outer thigh with her hoof, right over her cutie-mark; quite an intimate gesture amongst Earth-ponies especially. Eventually Fine dimmed her horn and got a quiet sound of disappointment from Red as she remembered they had somepony waiting for them, and as such huffed quietly in disappointment herself. ”Stupid work...Alright Red, we gotta get up now. C’mon, somepony’s waiting for us. Let’s get cleaned up so we can go meet them not smelling like sex.”


Red nearly felt like falling asleep right then after such a wonderful release, but knew she was indeed still on duty. Hesitantly, she rose on shaky hooves as she felt Fine start to rub her crotch with some sort of cloth, likely a washcloth, to clean her mess up, shuddering slightly as her oversensitive marehood was stimulated more. After that, she glanced over to see Fine cleaning her mess off the floor, noticing her squirt had gone a good three feet away from her even as she was plugged with magic. A new record, it would seem.


As she and Fine faced each other, Red was suddenly surprised to suddenly feel a pair of lips on her own and a hoof on her crest, pulling her tighter into her boss’s muzzle. After a moment, she simply relaxed and enjoyed the gentle tingles that came with the kiss, before all too soon Fine pulled away again, a light blush on her cheeks.


“Alright, let’s go.” Fine said as though nothing had just happened, Red following and noticing that her boss’s tail was tightly pressed to her crotch, the scent of a mare’s arousal still very obviously coming from her. <Hm...I’ll have to pay her back for that. Also, what the hay was that kiss?! Could she possibly...> Red followed wordlessly behind, her mind alight with what those just-past events could mean.

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Behind Fine Print and Redheart as they walked away, hiding behind the corner of the hallway, two janitorial ponies looked at each other with both amused and surprised expressions, having earlier walked around the corner only to find – Fine Print, their boss, muzzle deep in Redheart! It had been quite the surprise...and turn-on.


“I think they’re finished and are leaving,” muttered the male Earth-pony, his awkward erection tenting his uniform in a very unsightly manner.


“Good, that means we just have to clean up the remaining evidence, then leave.” answered the other, an Earth-pony mare, not leaving said erection unnoticed.


“Oh Celestia, that was bucking hot! No pony is going to believe this!” exclaimed the stallion.


“No, they wouldn’t, and you're not going to tell them either you dipstick!” hissed the mare,“Do you know what Fine Print, let alone Redheart, would do to us if they knew we saw everything?” she cautioned her male partner, shuddering at the thought. “I don’t think “bucked in the muzzle up and fired” would suffice as an answer.”


“Oh-oh yeah, hadn’t thought about that, let’s just...clean up and get out of here...quickly.”


After they quickly mopped the floor of what Fine Print had missed of Redheart and Fine’s...excretions, the two janitors moved to the supply closet down the hall. Putting the mop and bucket back, the mare suddenly pushed her male counterpart into the large closet before joining him. Moving past him slowly, making sure to sensually rub her side against his as she did, the female hopped up so that her forehooves were resting on the shelves of the supply closet, her back legs spreading as her tail flagged; her intentions obviously and suddenly made crystal clear.
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“What...what are you doing?” the stallion asked, gulping at the implications and his body shivering as his eyes fixated on his partner’s shapely rump and her swollen, dripping mound, the tight quarters letting him easily smell her fertile scent now that her tail was out of the way; she was most definitely in heat, and bad too.



“You think you were the only one to get turned on by that experience? I’ve been turned on all day on account of my heat, but that...holy buck, that set me over. Come over here and let's settle both our problems,” she playfully beckoned, even as she gently wiggled her fine rump to him enticingly, her fertile marehood winking to him and inviting him to breed her and claim her womb for his foal.


His eyes widening, the stallion made sure to first close the closet door. “B-but…” he countered weakly, but even still took a step towards her proffered body.


“C’mon big boy, don’t think I don’t see that big, virile log between your stifles. Come give me that foal Ponyville needs me to have…I need you to cum in me, and a lot!” she said heatedly, “Come knock me up!” As the stallion disrobed and mounted the mare demanding his sperm, his eyes gleamed, a determined smile appearing on his muzzle as he plunged himself fully into the mare and heard her squeal in delight, some of her excessive fluid spilling out to the floor. This was going to get a lot messy, but it’s a good thing he was a janitor. He would just clean it all up when they were done, after all.





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Fine Print grinned at her subordinate as she guided her down the steps to the sub-level of the hospital wing, a clipboard carrying the files of the special clientele for today hanging about her neck. “Now, today’s collection schedule will be a lot more well um… Interesting, as I was saying earlier. You see, a private benefactor has graciously donated several of his...um...well...his, personal ‘milking’ devices, to help with the collection process. He didn’t even charge us Bits for them, but in exchange he wanted some of the outdated equipment that the hospital no longer needs given our new shipment came in. The same stuff you spent yesterday inventorying for us I think…” she piped off as they descended the last set of stairs side by side, pressed tightly together, whether subconsciously or not neither could know.


“So, we’ll be using these ‘milking machines’ then instead of our hooves?” asked Redheart, interested in trying to fully understand what was going on, yet at the same time feeling more than a tinge of disappointment.


“Well, you will be using the machines, yes. They speed up the process, and also are able to collect more efficiently. No offense, but I know you must have made ‘missed some’ yesterday, and that’s no real fault of yours; the hoof and tube alone is not the most reliable of semen collection methods after all. It should be no problem to reach our daily quotas now, given these machines are high-quality and guaranteed maximum efficiency.” insisted Fine Print, seeing Red looking down passively at one of her forehooves.


Fine looked over at Red, noticing her abstract look, and playfully bumped Red’s flanks with her own, both mares now slightly grinning at each other as they made their way down the corridor to the collection room. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind if you give one or two of the stallions a good rub-down instead…and I don’t think they would either.” Fine said, giving her co-worker a wink and a knowing smile. Red brightened up at that, and returned the wink.


“Red, before we get there I should warn you that the doctor who donated these is, um well… he’s a bit...different, in both appearance and in behavior, but he’s also very brilliant. He helped to design several of the machines we currently use for detecting, diagnosing and treating all sorts of medical conditions, as well as more...sensitive and specialized inventions such as these.” added Fine Print once they had reached the door.


Red nodded to her boss. <How bad could this doctor really be? I’ve met and even treated those weird, creepy bat-ponies from Princess Luna’s royal guard, and nothing’s topped that yet!> If he was anything like the doctors here, or even her next door neighbour Dr. Hooves, there shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary—or as ordinary as Doctor Hooves could be at least.


Red’s primary worries were mainly the result of her asking herself what kind of doctor would build machines like this, with such a decidedly perverse application as milking a stallion’s cum. When they opened the door, the two walked in to come face-to-face with the oddest looking unicorn Redheart had ever seen, giving her exactly her answer of ‘who’.


The stallion, or at least Red thought he was a stallion judging by his muzzle shape and height, was thin, more skeleton than skin really. His coat was a sickly grey, except for his tail, which was pure silver. He was incredibly lanky in conjunction with his thinness and each of his hooves sported a set of silver-colored metallic bracelets that curled up his legs like gloves. Across his chest was a black harness, a crest displaying a needle upon a parchment with a lightning bolt across it. The same symbol was upon his flanks, composing his cutie-mark, even though the image was anything but cute.


What was most distracting about this stallion though was, despite being colored gravel-grey and bald, his horn. It was pure white, the tip coated in metal. For any Unicorn their horn was always noticeable—usually it was their most defining feature—and this one’s horn was not only noticeable, it was horrific.


Redheart was very uncomfortable around this unicorn before her, him seeming to more of a ghoul than a pony. Her nurse training was telling her no pony should look like this naturally; it could only mean that he had to have done this to himself somehow.


The ghoulish pony turned at the sound of the door opening, revealing that he was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and had a small red crystal embedded in his fur just above his forehead. “Red, this is Doctor Erfinder von Ghoul, a very brilliant and talented inventor and ex-medical-practitioner. Doctor Ghoul, this is Redheart, the pony who will be operating your machines.” Fine Print introduced them, clearly looking as uneasy about their company as Redheart was.


“Ah Miss Fine Print, good to see you again,” came the ghoulish ponies lifeless, drawn-out voice. The unicorn stallion lifted a large crate with his magic, seemingly helping to put things in order. “I was just checking on the machinery. Everything seems...in order and unharmed from shipping.”


The crate shifted as the locks holding it closed were magically removed, allowing the crate to fall open and reveal a strange-looking device that resembled a metal harness with a bunch of wires and gizmos all over it, with an extension underneath it.


Redheart had seen the types of milking machines used on the farms for the cows, her close family indeed farmers, and the device before her looked like somepony had taken those designs and turned them inside out.


The harness was rather large, one long thick metal tube with several large pistons embedded on either side. One large circular piston extended from the top of the tube right beside a circular control panel, which was covered in several crystals and gems with a large round dial in the center. Red was not a technological wizard, but she could understand basically that this circular platform was a set of controls. Her gaze turned from the control panel and over to the three metallic braces extending from the back of the tube. The braces had  been designed to optionally be clamped together over the subject and locked. The first ring-shaped brace was thinner and located at the top of the device.


Red took the ring’s position to mean it was meant to go around the neck, while a second, thicker set of braces lay below obviously meant to go around the chest, while the last set of braces broke off into separate cuffs meant to hold a pony’s front legs together so they couldn’t move at all. Several smaller tubes ran from the main pistons to the control panel up top. The whole thing looked to her to be like some sort of modified work harness with a pseudo-marehood attached underneath.


“Why are there braces and cuffs?” Red meekly asked, her curiosity outgrowing her feelings that this was bizarre beyond all reason.


The ghoulish doctor slid himself forward and gently pressed his metallic hooves to the braces, trailing a manacled hoof across the metal, making both Redheart and Fine Print cringe at the sound of metal scraping metal.


“You should know better than most how… enthusiastic some stallions can get when in the throes of their release,” he calmly stated, staring at Red behind the black sunglasses, the parts of his eyes she could see showing a contrasting color of pink. ‘<Pink eyes, that’s even more weird!>’ Pink eyes were not something you’d think to see on another pony who resembled more of a corpse; “The braces not only secure the device to the subject, but they also ensure that he causes no harm to himself or the attendant, which would be you right Nurse Redheart?” he said, still staring at her as he said her name and making a cold shiver go down her spine, a tone of sarcasm hinted in his voice. “One would think you would want to avoid harming yourself and or the subject, as any responsible pony would.”


Red was neither a prude nor a judgmental pony, but she was really starting to get ticked off by Mr. Skeleton-with-hooves here. His appearance aside, the way he prescribed the term ‘subjects’ towards living, breathing stallions increasingly irked her. She had heard a lot of the same tone used in her academy days, where she would see professors and doctors so full of themselves and hot air that they rarely attributed empathy, feelings, or even autonomy to the patients they cared for.


Red had remembered the time when they were learning how to console families after losing a patient, only for the teacher to be so self-conceited that the whole affair was treated as an overly-sterilized affair, devoid of both compassion and emotion, completely mechanical and improper. The whole affair had set her teeth to grind and she had been five seconds away from hijacking the course herself to explain to that hack—politely of course—how any real, feeling pony would handle such a situation, before another student beat her to the task and quite rudely put that sod in his place. Of course, that student had been Tenderheart, and from that moment Red had known they would be great friends for years to come afterwards.The poor little filly had to spend the next three weeks on latrine-cleaning duty for putting that pompous oaf in his rightful place, but she’d always said it had been worth it to see the look on his face as she’d called him out.


Redheart mentally noted—having realized her mind and gone off track— that his was the same cold attitude from those med-school ponies, so much so that it practically dripped from this stallion’s very shadow, let alone his mouth. Still, she remained silent, keeping her feelings to herself for now.


The doctor caressed the top of the harness one more almost lovingly before calmly beckoning Redheart over, Fine Print had taken it upon herself to investigate the clinic’s right corner, making sure to let the other two go over the machines requirements.


“OK, how the machine works is simple; once the subject is secured, you can proceed with the procedure,” muttered the doctor. “Place this part of the device fully over the stallion’s penis, press these three crystals in this order, then adjust the dial accordingly.” The doctor pressed the crystal in the middle first, then the right one, and finally the left, making the machine hum to life and the portion designed to ring a stallion’s cock started moving up and down like a piston, its movements and squeezing motions increasing more as the doctor turned the dial to the right. “This dial controls the power, and these enchanted crystals provide power to the device. The more the dial is turned to the right, the more powerful the machine’s rubbing, kneading and its...other effects will be, so be warned.”


Redheart noted the order of the crystals and the dial’s location, keeping a watch on the levels he set the device for. “This is the ‘standard’ level of stimulation and should set the average stallion, comfortably, into orgasm within a minute. Going past this should be seriously weighed, as it will become very intense for the stallion very quickly. Immediately after the subject’s ejaculation is accomplished and completed, you are to turn the dial completely to the left and do the opposite order of pressing the crystals as in the beginning to power it down to preserve its magic charge.” The ghoul-pony then pressed the left, right, then middle crystal, and the device stopped dead. “You can then collect the subject’s seminal fluid and sperm from the collection chamber here, or restart the machine and attempt a second ejaculation after giving the stallion a short break in order to collect more.” He pointed to a large hard-plastic container beneath that portion of the device that all the tubing led to, looking to hold at least a gallon of fluid.


“Do these ‘milkers’ pose any danger to the stallion at all?” Red asked with some interest, not taking her eyes off the dial on the harness control panel. She looked over the device as it was hoofed over to her, noticing some sharp-looking metal nubs inside of the milking cup where the stallion’s penis was meant to go.


“The nubs within the machine, while dull enough to not puncture even the thinnest of skin, will slightly dig into the subject’s penis as he is kneaded within it, and the higher you put up the dial, the more, how to say, the machine shall blend pleasure and pain. Go too high and it may cause some…addiction, or possibly some slight physical pain or...harm.” The sickly-looking doctor said, revealing a crooked smile with the last three words.


“Why should this thing bringing pain at all?” demanded Redheart angrily, “This is meant to bring a stallion to orgasm so he can create a beautiful foal with his seed, not….not torture him!”


The doctor simply waved a hoof at her concerns. “My research has shown that slight...to moderate...levels of pain combined with pleasure are able to make stallion’s ejaculations far more powerful and productive than standard stimulation, including prostate stimulation. I developed that anal device you used yesterday too, and you saw how productive it was. These are even more so.” answered Von Ghoul. “Again, too much stimulation and there will be problems, so be very careful with how far you push the subjects, and always pay attention to what they’re saying. If they need you to stop, you’d best oblige them. As I mentioned, the higher settings can be a bit addicting and moderately painful to subjects, but it will likely cause them the best orgasm they’ve ever felt regardless of if you actually stop or not.”


“This is insane! You can’t just hurt stallions and...and practically or literally rape them just to make them...produce more semen! Fine Print, are you really going to allow these things to be used?!” squeaked Redheart, both arousal and righteous rage burning through her.


Fine Print looked up from her corner at the sound of her name, looking between the two passively before shrugging her shoulders.“Red, these machines will help us in the long run. The doctor has assured me that they are perfectly safe, as well as capable of providing proof of such, and that they will increase a stallion’s production. They won’t cause any serious problems as long as they are handled and operated properly, which is where you come in. As far as the other executives and myself are concerned, this is a legitimate, humane business offer and we have accepted it. We even adjusted the donation contracts to reflect the machine’s specifics and what the stallions are to expect. Some canceled or asked to do it themselves, but many more are still on for their ‘assisted donation’.”


Redheart left the room and stepped outside the door and into the narrow hallway, trying to take a deep breath and get her conflicted mind under control. A cold hoof touching her side made her start as von Ghoul stepped up beside her. She was a bit surprised that he would come so close after the animosity they both had just shared.


“Having trouble with all of this are you?” he asked her simply.


“It’s a bit much. I’m a nurse not a…cum-catcher. This isn’t what I was trained to do.” replied Red.


“Sometimes our jobs require us to do some rather uncomfortable, even unspeakable things, but we do them because that’s our job. If you look at it like that, then I think you’ll be okay,” stated von Ghoul, smiling as he flipped his ragged mane back over his shoulders, shaking his head and nickering affectionately as he stared at a wall.


“...and just what unspeakable things have you done just to come up with that invention and to tell us exactly what it does, Doctor?” Red snarked at him, rolling her eyes in disbelief.


The stallion left that unanswered, instead flipping his mane once again. “Just remember what I said earlier. Be careful, and do not overstimulate the subjects or over-power the machines. Be careful, nurse.”


“Yes, yes I get it! Be careful with the settings on the stallions.” Red answered sharply.


“No, not just them. Those machines pose a danger to you as well.” At her surprised look, Ghoul nodded towards the machine in the room, him having left the door open as he’d joined her, “No, nothing physical. Like I said, a stallion can be quite passionate in the throes of climax. In that state they’re also very emotionally vulnerable. It can be an addicting feeling to have yourself mixed like that with the blending of pain and pleasure, and at the hooves of a beautiful mare nonetheless, but it can also be addicting for that mare to have that kind of power over a stallion. Having such control over what he feels, having control over whether he reaches his peak or not…for their sakes, Redheart, keep this in mind so you aren’t the one who loses themselves instead.”


Red could only nod as he then rudely pushed passed her and down the hallway, calling behind him as he went; “Tell Fine Print to meet me up top so I can acquire the equipment I was promised for these devices!” he said, before stopping to nuzzle a gurney before proceeding on.


Re-entering the room, Redheart could only look upon Fine Print with shock and disgust. “Why does the hospital deal with that… that ghoul?!!” she demanded hotly, stamping a hoof in anger.


Fine Print only gave a sad look towards Redheart before she answered timidly, “von Ghoul was once a well-respected doctor here in the research wing. As I said, he was a genius, and actually quite handsome… then there was an accident. A spell backfired, and he was...retired after its results became apparent. We all felt he was short-changed after his dismissal and, seeing what's happened to him over the years, I think we were right. We recently give him projects to work on for us and he always delivers. He’s quite good at tinkering, and if he says these machines will work and work well, I believe him.”


“...but this is so strange! I mean, is this really something we are gonna do? Something…I’m going to do? Making stallions cum hard because of ‘pain mixing with pleasure’? I don’t know if...” asked Redheart, her mind slowly coming to accept the idea, but that sliver of her doubt and civility was still fighting back.


Coming up to her employee, Fine Print lifted a hoof to cup the white mare’s chin. “You can do this Red. I realize this is not the kind of work you can brag to your friends or neighbors about, but this is needed, not only for the fertility program, but for your job.” Bringing her face so that she was nose to nose with Red, Fine Print pressed their foreheads together. “I believe in you, Red. Tenderheart must believe in you as well, with you two being so close, and if we believe in you, you can do this.”


Redheart gulped as she felt the closeness with her boss again, feeling the strength of the older mare feeding into her as well as a faint feeling that reminded her of care and even a sisterly love.


“Okay,” Red said with a sigh, deciding that she would do her job, and perhaps the ghoulish stallion had been right. It’s just her job and that’s all that matters, even if she was collecting stallions’ seed. It was important, even if it was viewed as unpleasant...per say.


Fine Print broke the hug and headed out the doors, ready to alert the first donor that the lab was ready for him. Redheart remained in the room looking over the mount still in the center of the room, the machines and milker beside and beneath it, then back to the door. Taking a deep breath Red finally found herself anticipating the sessions to come. This was the feeling she had been waiting for. “Are you ready?” Fine called out from the hallway.


“Alright then, send them in.” Red called out to Fine, before whispering to herself, “Bring them on.”