Lero's Hospital Duty by Goat Licker
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It was a simple request from the hospital—“We have a unicorn patient with a migraine”—and Lero was heading over there now, thinking, poor Rarity. She always has bad migraines.
He was a little confused as to why she'd be in the hospital, as she usually sent Sweetie Belle from Carousel Boutique to let Lero know she was in pain. Perhaps something else came up, he thought.
He entered the hospital proper and was immediately shown in by the receptionist. Nurse Redheart was waiting for him.
“Thank you for coming by,” she said. “We can always rely on your expert touch.”
Hiding his embarrassing flush of pride with modest words, he said, “I do what I can.”
She approached the closed door and stopped. “He’s in here. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Lero’s heart sank. He, he thought. This better not be who I think it is.
He opened the door, and it was; Pokey Pierce, in the hospital bed, one starchy white sheet covering his body, his eyes squinting at the door as Lero entered. Oh, perfect, Lero thought.
“Lero?” Pokey said, his voice constricted like a python’s prey. “That you, boss?”
“It is,” Lero said, seeing Pokey’s sweat-drenched face as he approached his bedside. “Another bad one, huh?”
“Worst yet,” Pokey said. “Please, help.”
Lero smirked as he took hold of the base of Pokey’s horn, the sensation causing Pokey to let out a tiny gasp. Lero twisted gently, using his fingertips, and Pokey’s horn lit blue.
Lero increased his speed, grabbing Pokey’s horn with his other fist and working it up and down, from base to tip, while his other hand continued to twist at the base. Lero varied his speed, at once teasing, and at other times gripping hard. A ball of light appeared at the tip of Pokey’s horn, and Lero flicked at it with his thumb, causing long moans to escape from Pokey’s lips. Lero really didn’t have to do all this, as simply grasping the horn and using a wanking motion would suffice to cure a magic migraine, but Lero’s pride interfered. He had to give the best hornjob he could. Outside of using his mouth, anyway.
Finally, Pokey choked out a yelp as his horn spurted magic, bursting into the air, lighting the room like a discotheque. It didn’t last long, and the velocity of his magical residue subsided, as it skeeted against the bedframe and faded into the aether.
“Ahhh,” Pokey said, a crooked smile on his lips. His eyes were fully open. “Thanks boss, you’re the best. Better than another pony’s mouth, even.”
“Thanks,” Lero said, tersely, unconsciously wiping his hands on the sheets.
“You could hold me like you do Rarity, though.”
“I don’t do that,” Lero said, which was an utter lie.
Pokey reached out a hoof and looped it around Lero’s wrist, pulling it toward his body. “It means a lot.”
“I’ll get the nurse now,” Lero said.
“I mean, you’re awesome,” Pokey said, as he pushed Lero’s hands under the sheets, where an obvious tent was forming.
Lero jerked his hand away from Pokey’s hoof. “You’re a disgusting creep, you know that?”
“Oh come on!” Pokey shouted. “You work one shaft, but you can’t work another? And what do you mean by ‘disgusting’, you bent—”
The door blasted open, and Pokey screamed like a scared filly as an angry Redheart marched into the room.
“Mr. Pierce!” Redheart shouted. “How many times do I have to warn you about harassing hospital staff?”
“It’s my staff I want harassed!” Pokey shouted.
Lero had left the room and didn’t hear the rest. He marched down the hall of the hospital, shaking his head in amazement. He passed the receptionist and said, “I’ll send you my bill.”