You're Gonna Need a Bandage For the Love Bites
As Anon made his way toward Sugarcube corner, he whistled a happy tune to himself. Not only had he managed to get lucky in the past day, but he had managed to get lucky three times over with three completely different mares. If he didn't know any better, he might have thought he was just having a particularly good week so far. However, as he rounded the corner on first street, heading past the corner café that his friend group usually ate at, a thought quickly wormed its way into his head.
All three mares jumped my bones only when they got a whiff of my scent when I was really sweaty. Are... are they just getting really horny because of the smell? He wondered to himself.
Anon pursed his lips as he considered the implications. Sure, polygamy was quite common in Equestria, with most stallions having herds of at least three or more mares, but if the mares he'd slept with had only done so because of some pheremone-driven rut lust that they couldn't even control, then not only did that make their feelings for him likely nonexistent, but it made the lustful acts themselves something much more sinful.
Shivering slightly at the supposed implications he thought of in his head, Anon paused in the middle of the road, his mind quickly racing. Several ponies that were out and about passed him by, giving a friendly wave or courteous greeting as it was just such a lovely day out. Unfortunately, Anon's bright smile and wonderful mood were long gone, having been replaced with growing concern over the possibilities rolling about in his head.
"Anon? You alright?" A voice asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Huh? What?" Anon asked, glancing down to see Twilight looking up to him with a slightly worried look on her muzzle.
"I asked if you were alright. You just kind of stopped in the middle of the road, staring off into space. Everything alright?" Twilight asked, curiously.
It took a moment, but when the realization of exactly who he was talking to set in, Anon's stomach dropped. The very first pony to wantonly throw herself at him and take his interspecies virginity was none other than one of the closest friends of the most powerful unicorn-turned-alicorn in all of Equestria, save for Celestia and Luna themselves, and she was standing right in front of him.
Oh shit... there's no way Dashie hasn't told her by now... is there? I-I didn't do anything wrong... s-she jumped ME! Anon's mind raced.
Imagined scenarios of Twilight recoiling with disgust as she learned of his sexual deeds done to one of her best friends, her horn glowing with arcane might as her furious gaze fell on him. There was only one way it could possibly end: banishment, or worse! Granted, that was two ways, but the point still stood. Yet if Twilight already knew, then there was no reason for her to approach him and casually ask him how he was feeling, was there? Unless of course, she was only trying to lure him into a false sense of security.
Anon quickly shook his head clear of the frightening possibilies his mind was conjuring about his deeds, "Oh, uh... I'm alright."
Twilight only tilted her head to the side, "Um, are you sure? You seem like you're a bit distracted. Something on your mind?" She asked.
"No! Nothing! Why would something be on my mind?!" Anon frantically replied, making Twilight's ears splay back in surprise, "Sorry, sorry. Just, uh... didn't sleep so well last night. I guess I'm just a little tired right now." He quickly clarified.
Twilight relaxed slightly and adopted a look of understanding, "Rainbow really worked you hard yesterday, didn't she?"
The question, innocent as it was, made Anon's entire brain freeze. He quickly struggled to rationalize just what Twilight meant, but before he could so much as utter a word, she continued.
"She came barreling back to the café a couple hours after you two left, just dripping in sweat and frantically looking for you. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she lost a race to you and was in the mood for a rematch. At least, she kept going on and on about needing 'more' from you. You must've really surprised her with your stamina." Twilight complimented, giving a beaming smile.
Anon's jaw hung slightly open, his brain simply unable to cope with the information it was being fed at the moment. Could all of his worrying have been for nothing? Could Rainbow actually have deep held feelings for him that simply manifested when she saw him in that one particular moment? Does that mean that Roseluck and Derpy felt the same? So many questions flooded his mind so quickly, yet again, before he could voice any of them, Twilight continued.
"We told her you probably just went back to your house, and she bolted right over, but I guess you weren't there yet because we saw rainbow blurs racing across the sky for the next hour straight. Where'd you end up going?" Twilight questioned.
"I, uh... Roseluck-" Anon began.
"Oh! That makes sense! She was talking about you with her sisters this morning." Twilight replied.
"I... she was?" Anon asked, dumbly.
Twilight nodded, "Mmhmm. I didn't hear what she said, but I did hear your name a few times as I passed by her booth just down the street."
Anon nodded, turning his head to gaze down the street in the direction of the flower sister's stand, "Nothing bad, I hope..." He mumbled.
Twilight, having not heard his remark, simply smiled and turned to trot away, "Well, I should get going. Have to meet with Mayor Mare in a few. Have a great rest of your day and try not to let Rainbow intimidate you!" She giggled, as she left.
Anon absentmindedly waved, his mind reeling from the information he'd just received. He struggled to find a rationale as to why he shouldn't just rush down to Roseluck and ask her if her feelings were true, or simply something that happened in the moment. Similar thoughts of making himself an especially easy target for Rainbow to find when she wakes up and heads back into town raged against the idea of just running back home and waiting for Derpy to wake up. However, there was one problem with all of these plans: none of them could prove that these mares weren't just hypnotized by his scent.
While a roll in the hay with sexy mares was always an enticing offer, Anon could not deny that he wanted a real emotional connection, not just lust. He wanted a partner or partners to love and spend the rest of his life with. That meant there was only one way to be sure. He had to go to the hospital. Surely, the doctors and medical staff there could tell him exactly what was going on with him and the sudden amorous interest of the mares around him. It couldn't just be coincidence that three different mares who barely socialize with each other, just suddenly all developed immense sexual desire for him at the same time, it just couldn't.
So it was with a definitive nod, and an authoritative step forward, that Anon made up his mind and headed straight for Sugarcube corner. He quickly arrived and opened the door, revealing Mrs. Cake standing behind the counter while her husband worked in the kitchen.
"Oh, hi there, deary. We were starting to wonder if you weren't coming today." Mrs. Cake greeted in her usual cheerful tone.
"Um, actually, I just needed to come by to let you know that I won't be able to come in today. I have to go to the hospital and get some tests done." Anon replied.
Mrs. Cake tilted her head to the side, concern quickly washing over her, "Oh? Are you alright?"
Anon quickly nodded, "Yeah. Just need to get some stuff checked out. You know, since I'm an alien and all, hehe..." He awkwardly trailed off.
Much to his relief, Mrs. Cake just chuckled along with him, "Oh, no worries, deary. You go on ahead and get those tests done. I'll like Pinkie know." She responded, before jokingly shooing him away with her hoof.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cake. I'll see you tomorrow." Anon replied with a wave.
With that, he quickly made his way toward the hospital. It only took a few minutes as Ponyville wasn't a particularly large town and the hospital was one of the largest buildings around, making it incredible easy to find. Anon soon arrived at the front sliding doors and entered, finding a sparsely populated waiting room with a bored looking nurse, sitting at the front counter. She was absentmindedly reading from a magazine as Anon approached the front, only taking notice when he finally arrived just in front of her.
"Oh? Hi, welcome to Ponyville General. How can I help you?" She asked, politely.
"Um... I need to see a doctor. Just, uh... some weird things have been happening the past couple days and I wanted to get it checked out." Anon explained.
"Weird... things?" The mare asked, "Could you be more specific, sir?"
Anon sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh... well, you see... I'd really rather discuss it with the doctor, himself." He answered.
Sadly, the response only got the mare to raise an eyebrow at him, "Um... I need to give the doctor some indication of what exactly is going on with you so that he knows what to look for. I... suppose as long as it's not anything life threatening, then I can let you in and you can just inform the nurse when she takes your vitals?" She offered, sounding a little unsure.
Anon quickly latched onto the small gesture of salvation, "Yes! That would be perfect, thank you."
With that, the pony at the front desk quickly hopped out of her chair and unlocked the door beside her, allowing Anon access to the hospital hallways. He fell in line behind her as she guided him toward one of the many empty rooms in the establishment, though the way her tail swished back and forth made Anon forcefully avert his eyes, lest he somehow end up in the same situation yet again.
Sadly, the Ponyville hospital was much the same as any other hospital back home. The walls were a dull tan color, barely broken up by painted lines of green that hugged the floor and ceiling, while the tile floors reflected white overhead lights all the way down the hallway. There was something clinical and sanitary about the smell in the air, only furthering Anon's opinion that the hospital, clean as it was, still wasn't a place he wanted to be in for any longer than necessary.
Luckily, the trek to the room was short and Anon found himself being seated on a table within a minute. The front desk mare gave a small smile and assurance that a nurse was coming to take his vitals, before heading back to her post. The silence filling the air left Anon with nothing but his thoughts and eyes to wonder the clinically sterile room he found himself in. The walls were white, as opposed to the tan coloring outside, and there were several charts on the wall, displaying different bones or muscle structures in the equine body. There was even a pony training skeleton on a stand over by the wall, showing each bone in different colors to make them easier to identify.
No sooner had Anon started pondering the number of bones in the equine body, than a nurse politely knocked on the door, snapping his attention toward her. The mare entering the room was, in a word, stunning. With a coat as snow white as Celestia herself, and a soft pink mane done up in an adorable bun underneath her little nurse cap, the mare gave a beautiful smile as she entered the room, carrying a tray of various medical instruments on her back. Anon found that his breath quickly caught in his throat as the gorgeous nurse stepped over to the counter beside him, sliding the tray off of her back before closing the door behind her, and giving him her full attention.
"Hello. I'm Nurse Redheart. I'll be taking your vitals and seeing what's going on with you. You must be Anon, right? Princess Twilight told us all about you, so I have a fair idea of what to look for when it comes to your species's health. You'll be in good hooves, sir." She greeted, her silky voice making the hairs on the back of Anon's neck stand up.
Anon smiled. There was just something about the way she spoke that felt so calming and reassuring to him. He found himself instantly relaxing slightly, though a small realization did hit him quite handedly as Nurse Redheart turned slightly, just barely giving him a view of her supple white lips. It was warm in the room, not because Anon was smitten with his sexy nurse and her beautiful slit, no. It was warm in the room because there was no fan and no airflow in the room. Anon immediately found himself glancing up at the air vent for the air conditioning, finding that it was indeed open.
"Uh... is it just me, or is it kinda warm in here?" Anon asked, gaining Redheart's attention.
"Oh, sorry about that, dear. The air conditioning unit needs a new mana crystal and the only service ponies that can fix it are out of town at the moment. It'll definitely be a bit stuffy in here today, but hopefully we can getcha out of here before you get too sweaty." She teased, shooting him a playful wink.
Anon gulped as the realization that he was slowly beginning to perspire hit him like a truck. Luckily, it didn't appear as if Redheart could smell him just yet, or if she could, she wasn't being affected in the slightest by his scent. It was a good sign, if a bit unexpected, but then again, he recalled being infinitely sweatier when the last three mares he'd slept with had thrown themselves at him.
"So, what brings you in to Ponyville General, today? Feeling a bit under the weather? Or just a routine checkup?" Redheart asked, breaking him from his thoughts as she brought a blood pressure cuff over to his arm.
Anon shrugged as the cuff was slid up his arm, "Oh, no... nothing like that... well, I guess it might categorize as feeling under the weather, but it's more than that... uh, anyway, it's hard to explain." He sheepishly admitted.
Redheart nodded as squeezed the pump, causing it to in turn, squeeze Anon's arm and give her his reading, "Oh? What exactly is going on with you, hun?" She asked, kindly.
Anon felt his stomach drop as the mare practically pressed herself up against his arm to take his pressure. Her hot breath washed over his shoulder and neck, making his hairs stand on edge as he looked up into her soft blue eyes. He felt his nerves fray as he realized exactly what he had to explain to this mare, and he nervously gulped as she finished taking his measurement.
"Uh... it's kinda hard to explain... basically, the mares around me have... kinda been getting... excited around me, lately." He lamely explained, taking note of Redheart's surprised expression.
"One forty over seventy? That's abnormally high for your species... did you drink an energy drink before coming here or something?" Redheart asked, giving him a concerned look.
"Uh, no-" Anon tried to respond.
"And what do you mean that they've been getting 'excited'? Has there been a lot going on in your life?" Redheart asked, though just as she finished speaking, Anon saw her nostrils flaring.
Nervously gulping, Anon tried to continue, "Well, you see... uh, when I get really sweaty, uh... mares have been getting, uh... well..." He trailed off, failing to even meet her gaze.
"Excited?" Redheart asked, the faintest of blushes forming on her cheeks.
"Uh, yeah... but like, more than what's normal. Like... they basically threw themselves at me." Anon explained, subconsciously leaning back in his seat as Redheart leaned forward.
"Hmm... You do seem like you're starting to sweat a bit in here... and the scent is remarkably pleasing..." She muttered.
"What was that last part?" Anon replied.
"Nothing, nothing, dear. Could you do me a favor and take your shirt off?" Redheart asked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"W-what? D-didn't you hear what I just said?" Anon questioned, having run out of room to lean away on the chair.
"I need to verify that your scent is what's causing this, Anon. If you've got some kind of aphrodisiac in your sweat glans, it would be important to know to help prevent mares from doing things they wouldn't with you just because their minds are altered." Redheart explained, suddenly sounding surprisingly lucid and professional.
Anon's heart sank at the words, and though he was loathe to admit it, Redheart's point was the entire reason for his visit in the first place. The thought that the mares he'd slept with only did so because their minds weren't their own made him sick. So it was with a begrudging sigh that he reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head. A thin sheen of perspiration clung to his skin, shining brightly in the florescent lighting overhead. Unfortunately, before he could get even so much as a word out, Redheart darted forward and took a deep whiff of his scent, her nostrils flaring as her sinuses were utterly filled with Anon's musk.
Anon's eyes widened in shock as the calm, collected, and professional mare beside him suddenly turned into a two-bit whore, her professional demeanor quickly fading as her eyelids drooped and drool leaked out of her muzzle.
"Oh, buck... that's a good salt-lick, right there..." Redheart muttered, her cheeks now noticeably flushed.
"Uh, N-Nurse?" Anon stammered, his back against a wall.
"Just be a good colt and let me take care of you..." Redheart murmured, leaning forward until she was just a few perilous inches away from Anon's face.
The sight of an attractive mare, basically throwing herself at him yet again, was all it took to get blood flowing to little Anon Jr. As much as he wanted to maintain control of the situation, there was simply no denying the fact that the mare before him was scary hot, and the way she absolutely dominated him so quickly, essentially turning him into a mumbling, stuttering mess, was one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced.
Anon opened his mouth to offer one last word of protest, but that small, insignificant moment was all Redheart needed to dart forward, locking her lips with his, and thrusting her tongue against his. The tried and true battle of tongues began anew, and Redheart instantly dominated the scene, teasingly tracing Anon's incisors and licking the tips of his canines while she moaned into his mouth. Her lips mashed against his, drool dripping down both of their cheeks and onto Anon's clothes as her cap fell from her head, her pink mane draping slightly over their faces as if providing a curtain against the light entering through the window.
Redheart continued to absolutely dominate Anon's mouth, taking complete charge of the interaction as her hooves slowly migrated south, finding and effortlessly unbottoning his pants. With a swift tug, she made her intentions clear, and Anon, despite the haze of lust around him, quickly understood her orders and lifted his hips to allow her to decloth him.
Finally, the kiss broke, and a strand of drool trailed between them as man and mare panted for breath, but the hearts in Redheart's eyes made it clear that she was only just beginning. She darted in again, licking Anon's neck as her forehooves helped him doff his underwear, his cock springing up and pressing against her belly. Moaning softly at the contact, Redheart squatted down and rubbed her teats against Anon's shaft, completely enveloping his member in soft, doughy warmth.
Out of all the mare's Anon had slept with, Redheart was undoubtedly the most well endowed in the mamillary department. Her teats could easily fill each of his hands with excess to spill over the sides, and that fact only made the slow teat-job so much more enjoyable.
God, maybe I'm the one getting mind fucked by pony hormones... Anon wondered to himself, his mind a mess as he struggled to think through the pleasure rubbing against his cock.
Anon moaned and gasped as Redheart finally broke from his neck, her tongue lolling from her mouth. She fixed him with a lustful gaze, before sitting up and lining herself up with his cock. Even from Anon's position in front of her, he could see her vulva flexing and dripping with excitement. A particularly harsh wink sent a dollop of mare lube dripping down from her slit, all but coating the head of Anon's cock in her marish essence.
With all the subtlety of a freight train, Redheard dropped down onto Anon's lap, completely spearing his shaft into her folds and all the way until he was fully hilted inside of her.
"Oh buck!" She cried out, throwing her head back as her body trembled.
Anon grit his teeth and groaned as his hands gripped Redheart's flanks, his knuckles turning white from the strain. Together, they stayed in place for a moment, both trying to handle the overwhelming sensations accosting them from their internal contact, but as had been the entire time, Redheart was the first to move. She gave no warning, nor did she take it slow, as she abruptly stood up, nearly unsheathing Anon's cock, before dropping back down onto him, spearing him into her folds once more.
Lightning bolts of electric pleasure darted through both of them, and Redheart saw stars as Anon's tip plunged directly into her cervix. She howled in bliss as she leaned back on Anon's lap, the bulge from his cock printing on her belly. As she rolled her hips back and forth, that bulge moved with her, rubbing all the right spots in her velveteen insides and making Anon groan in pleasure. With each wink of her clit, her walls convulsed, essentially milking Anon over and over as she rolled her hips.
Anon tried to move, tried to do anything that would give him some semblance of control, but as soon as he tried to thrust his hips up, or roll her over to he could be on top, he was quickly met with earth pony strength that not even Roseluck had. Redheart easily and handedly halted any and all attempts at movement from Anon's side, using her superior strength to hold him down as she rode him like a living dildo. Even worse, with the way his legs dangled off the chair, he had absolutely no leverage to work with to get any kind of advantage.
Put simply, he was completely at her mercy, and though she was most definitely a kind mare, the way Anon's scent completely altered her personality, absolutely terrified and aroused him.
"Buck... you getting close, stud?" She asked, leaning down and pressing her forehead against his as she started fucking herself on his shaft.
"N-not even close." Anon defiantly replied, doing his best to sound confident, though the stutter was easily picked up by his lustful partner.
"Good. I'm gonna need a sample and I'd hate for this to be over so soon..." Redheart muttered, grinning wickedly as her tail wagged back and forth with each thrust.
While his previous trysts had been wonderful and fun, there was something absolutely enthralling about the way Redheart's personal persona faded away, only to be replaced by a mare who craved his cock, and would absolutely have it. The way her mane- neatly tied up in a bun- fell apart into a tangled mess of loose strands that hung limply from her face, bouncing in sync with her, absolutely lit a fire in Anon's chest.
He wrapped his arms around him, holding her close and he leaned in a bit down on her neck. The sudden jolt of pain mixed in beautifully with the pleasure coursing through Redheart's veins, making her throw her head back and howl into the sky in glee.
"Buck! Yes! Mark me you bucking animal!" Redheart shouted, her hips trembling as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure built up inside of her.
Anon, needing no second invitation whatsoever, gladly acquiesced and bit down on the other side of her neck, his arms immobilizing her in place as he finally managed to use his hips to thrust up into her. Now with the power dynamic so suddenly and completely reversed, Redheart became putty in his hands, her words devolving into a mess of incoherent moaning and drooling over his cheek as her climax quickly reached its peak.
Stars filled her vision as her walls convulsed around the shaft of absolutely immaculate man-meat pummeling her innermost treasure, absolutely ruining her sanity and sending her careening off the cliff of ecstasy. Redheart wailed in climactic rapture as her orgasm overcame her entirely. Her body trembled, and her clit feverously winked against Anon's shaft, repeatedly kissing his groin and sending extra bolts of pleasure running through her spine. The cataclysmic wave of pure and utter bliss rendered her utterly immobile, save for the errant twitches that ran through her entire body, making her look as if she were seeing God himself.
Anon, meanwhile, was only a fraction of a second behind, and with a mighty heave, he thrust up into Redheart's slit as hard and far as his manhood could go, completely piercing the veil that was her cervix and reaching straight into her womb. His cockhead flared as rope after rope of human seed spilled forth, forever claiming the sexy nurse as his, and paining her insides as white as her coat.
Anon's cum rushed into every crevice and fold of Redheart's snatch, absolutely filling her to the brim and squirting out around his cock as the pressure overwhelmed the seal her tight lips could provide against such an amorous assault. Through it all, Anon kept his predator-like teeth embedded into Redheart's neck, just atop of her jugular vein. Even through his teeth, he could feel the rapid fire pulsing of the vein as the nurse pony's heart pounded in her chest.
Together, they rode the lighting of rapture, each one utterly reeling from one of the most intense orgasms either had ever experienced. When Anon finally did part from Redheart's neck, the taste of iron filled his mouth, and he quickly noticed a distinct trail of blood leaking from where he bit down just a bit too hard on the soft pony's neck. Instant concern washed over him, quickly overtaking the ecstasy and bliss of the moment.
"O-Oh my God! A-are you okay? I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" Anon blurted, quickly applying pressure to the wound with his hand as he looked for some kind of bandage.
However, much to his surprise, a hoof gently pressed atop his hand, holding it in place. Anon glanced up in surprise, only for Redheart to cup his cheek with her other hoof and quickly pull him into a kiss. As was before, the sensation of her soft lips was akin to velvet, and even though he was certain she could taste her own blood on his tongue, she seemed utterly unbothered. If anything, she appeared to like the taste, as she continued to lick the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
Even as her lips finally parted his, she lapped at his lips, and then his cheek, almost as he she were trying to get every last ounce of his natural flavor onto her tastebuds.
"Don't apologize... stud." She whispered, before kissing his cheek and snuggling against his chest.
Anon's mind spun as he tried to find anything to say to the mare, but the revelation of what he'd just done and his reason for being here in the first place quickly hit him.
"W-wait, Nurse. I need answers. Why did we just do that? Was it because you like me? Or was it just because of the smell?" Anon pressed, quickly sitting her upright on his chest, though he winced in slight pleasure as she winked around his cock once more. He was still completely sheathed into her marehood, after all.
"Bit'a both..." Redheart murmured, suddenly looking very sleepy.
"W-wait, what was that?" Anon pressed, leaning forward and turning so his ear was just in front of Redheart's muzzle.
Rather than a verbal reply, however, Redheart simply licked Anon's ear and leaned against him again, making him take her dead weight as she snuggled up against his chest.
"N-nurse!? Hello?" Anon asked, incredulously.
However, before he could get a reply from the quickly dozing nurse, the door was suddenly opened, revealing a doctor, along with several more nurses.
"Redheart! What's going on in... here?" The doctor trailed off, having a perfect view of exactly what was going on.
Reheart's snatch was absolutely stuff with Anon's cock, and pearly white cum dribbled down from them both, forming a small puddle on the seat Anon sat on. The scent of sex completely flooded the room, but most of all, the scent of Anon's sweaty body permeated every square inch of the air before them.
"Oh fuck... not again." Anon muttered.