There were three ponies in the sterile room, white-washed and yet vaguely gloomy. Two mares and a colt. Shining Armor, the colt, tried to sit still on the hospital bed but found it uncomfortable to keep his hind legs shut closed together. He wasn't having a good time. He had turned fourteen just three months prior, and squirmed slightly as he felt a peculiar pain all throughout his torso. He was a teenager.

"So I understand this isn't a routine checkup?" said the nurse, one of the mares, who was half-busy with a dull pencil she had found captivating at the moment. Her light-brown mane shined under the lights of the hospital room.

The nurse was about ten years younger than Twilight Velvet, the second mare, and indeed Velvet eyed the nurse with a glint of envy. I bet she doesn't even have a boyfriend. I remember when I didn't. Feels like ages ago. Velvet hadn't grown crow's feet yet, but she was well on her way to that point in her life. She was thirty-nine. Her fortieth birthday loomed on the horizon. Her friends liked to tease her about it, but she found none of it funny. "Well, no, I wanted to see a professional about my son here—"

"I think I can speak for myself, mom." Shining didn't meet either of their gazes. His voice was unbearably soft, feeble, reserved for a boy of his age and stature. Velvet almost couldn't make out the words at first.

"Yes, I know that, sweetie, but I brought you here, and I think it's important that the nice nurse and I get on equal terms," she replied, then turned to the bored nurse. "It isn't an emergency or anything, in case you were wondering."

"Oh, I wasn't assuming that." The nurse dropped the pencil with her magic absentmindedly. "Doctor Bloodmoney gets called in for more serious appointments. Although..." She cocked an eyebrow. "How serious is this, exactly?"

Velvet sucked on her upper lip before answering with: "Well, my son has been having difficulties with his, um..."

"You can say it, mom," Shining said bitterly. "I think I've been embarrassed enough already."

Not taking her eyes off the nurse, Velvet nevertheless acknowledged Shining's approval. "My son has been hurting a great deal in his—" choking for a moment before continuing— "lower region. He has had to take off a few days from school—not too many, but a considerable amount—and his father and I have been getting worried. So he told us about what hurts him, or at least gave us a general idea."

The nurse's mouth gaped, but she didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then she said in a quick instant, "Oh! I think I know what you're referring to, Twilight Velvet. I can assure you, if it's what is most likely the case, you have not much to worry about. But I do need you out of the room while I inspect Shining's area of pain." Her attention had been completely diverted to the appointment now.

Shining's eyes widened. "Uh, inspect me?"

"Oh yes," the nurse replied. "It won't take long. but I'm afraid Velvet will have to leave the room."

Velvet's head turned a tad and her mouth made nearly an 'O' shape. Is she going to put her hooves on my boy? But then again, this might well be necessary. Ugh... She dared not say a word for a time. She felt trapped in time. Frozen.

Shining gave his mother an odd look. "Uhh, mom?"

Whatever it was, Velvet snapped out of it with a blink of her eyes. "Oh, yes, right. I will do that." She turned and opened the door with her magic, turning back at the two momentarily. "Don't take too long now."

"I'll let you know when you can come back in," the nurse said gently.

After that final word, Velvet stepped out into the grey hallway and closed the door unceremoniously behind her. She let some hot air out of her lungs and made her way to the lobby. I could finish that one issue of "Trotter's Digest," I suppose.

Shining was stuck in an uncomfortable scenario, but he couldn't deny himself the fact that the nurse was quite pretty. Her mane seemed to be long and flowing, but it was kept in a bun in the way most nurses wore their manes during work. She also had a delicate face that appeared as though it had been sculpted by a divine creator over the course of centuries, with subtle curves and bumps; it was the kind of face teddy bears wished they possessed. Her eyes were a hypnotic blue, as calming as the sky on a fine day.

Still, Shining felt disturbed on the inside, like something wasn't sitting right. I wish she wouldn't look at me like that. He felt so small compared to her, despite being about the same height in actuality.

And, of course, the nurse did look at him in 'that' way. She must've known it, too, but she would never say. She simply inched her way over to Shining's side with a serene grin. "Now, I'm going to need you to lie on your back, if you wouldn't mind too much. I need you in that position to get a good reading on your condition." She seemed so innocent.

Shining gulped. "My condition? What exactly is that?"

The nurse appeared unfazed. "Well, as we have to check your heart and lungs by feeling up your chest and back, I'll need to check your lower region to come to a conclusion about it." She then sniffed in a way that Shining found adorable. "It's standard procedure."

A couple seconds passed until it hit Shining. "Oh, my..." His ears drooped. "Right..."

"Don't worry," the nurse said. "We won't get accurate results if you're too stressed out. I'll try to be gentle about it." She fluttered her eyelashes in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, and Shining felt his cheeks get warmer than he'd like.

"Okay, nurse." Shining then swung his hind legs up onto the bed and turned his torso so that his head would rest on the somewhat stiff pillow. "I think I trust you enough. I mean, even though you're a girl..."

The nurse giggled as though Shining had made a joke. "If I wasn't a girl you would feel more comfortable?"

"Well, I mean—" shutting his eyes in frustration— "I don't know! I've never had this done to me before. I'm not even quite sure what 'it' is!" Without thinking, Shining curled up his forelegs close to his barreled chest and spread his hind legs in the same way he would have if he was reading a good comic book in his bedroom. The context here was quite different. "I didn't even wanna tell my parents about it for a long time. And good grief if my sister found out. Twily would be scarred for life or something, and I can't deal with that sort of thing."

Listening to Shining, the nurse pulled out a metal step on the slimmer side of the bed, where the colt's hind legs were. "Hmm," she uttered in mild interest. "I assure you, Shining, what you're experiencing right now is nothing special for a colt your age." A thought came to her and she paused. "How old are you? Thirteen, fourteen?"

"F-fourteen, yeah." Shining gazed at the nurse between his legs, donning a nervous smile. His eyes were locked on hers. What the heck is she gonna do...? He tried desperately to not think about anything dirty. Anything that might expose him.

It didn't take long, though.

The nurse lifted a rather innocuous-looking feather from the nearby shelf with her magic and moved towards Shining's groin. His member was still in its sheath, although the poor colt was already having a hard time keeping it in. The nurse said, almost quickly, "Now, I'm wondering, are your reproductive organs working up to snuff?" She took the tip of the black-and-white feather and wiggled it across Shining's testicles, which were more-or-less huddled together due to the coolness of the room.

What the...! Shining's eyes bugged out at the feather's delicate touch. It may have been only a second, or more likely a fraction of a second, before Shining's member started to poke out of its sheath. It was a odd-looking thing, surely; Shining's penis had a pinkness to it that contrasted with his white coat, and it also possessed a certain thickness to it. This all became apparent soon enough.

"U-uhh!" Shining stuttered out. He wanted to hide his shame, but at the same time he didn't. He didn't know whether to look at the nurse, who in turn was looking at his growing erection, or to do what she was doing. Could there have been a hint of pride in his addled mind? He was certainly well-endowed for a colt his age, although there were boys at school who were even bigger.

The nurse kept tickling Shining's balls, eyeing him with something that bordered on astonishment. "Alright, so at least I can't write you off as having an erectile problem." She whistled a little tune. "I would say that's a record-setter, actually."

In spite of what may well have been a compliment, Shining groaned in agony. "It h-hurts..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the nurse said sincerely. "I should stop doing this, then." She moved away the feather and leaned in to get a better look at Shining's testicles. "Does it hurt there? One of them, or both?"

"My r-right one." Shining would have felt utterly ashamed in any other situation, but instead he felt a small wave of warmth flow over his heart. I can't believe she wants to help me! And she's pretty! He opened his hind legs a little wider.

Humming to herself, the nurse took out a washcloth from the shelf and turned on the room's sink. She set it to 'hot' and waited a bit before dipping the cloth in the running water. With her magic she squeezed the cloth of excess fluid and then lifted it towards Shining's balls. "Now, let me know if this hurts. I'm going to massage it, and it might feel weird at first." The nurse gently pressed the warm cloth against Shining's scrotum, and the colt let out a low moan. "Feel anything?"

"Y-yeah... i think it's starting to go away. The pain." Shining cooed, staring at the ceiling as the nurse caressed his balls with the warm cloth. It was such a strange feeling, but it felt so good at the same time. The colt had started to ignore the fact that his erect member was in full view, and it wasn't going to falter any time soon. He almost felt like passing out.

The nurse rubbed Shining's balls in a way not too dissimilar from how a painter made brush strokes in tight areas on a canvas. It was done with great care. Then, in a flash, the nurse got an idea. She began to rub higher on Shining's scrotum, millimeter by millimeter, until she reached the shaft of the colt's sizable penis. With her magic she wrapped the cloth about halfway around Shining's shaft and gripped it—but not too tightly.

The effect was practically immediate. A gasp escaped Shining's lips and he stared down at what the nurse was doing. A reserved part of him wanted her to stop, but the vast majority of him couldn't help but shudder in immense pleasure as the nurse slid the cloth up and down his shaft. His mind wandered to a fantastic place where the nurse's soft lips were wrapped around his throbbing member, where she was bobbing her head up and down on his rock-hard penis and her ordered mane bobbed slightly with her motions. The pressure would build and build for eons until Shining came in her mouth and shot his hot semen down her throat. And she would smile, some of the white essence of Shining's being on her pretty pink lips. The image's lucidity gradually escaped him as the pressure in his penis mounted, but the feeling didn't lessen. It only grew.

"Ahhhh..." The colt found himself unable to form words as the nurse stroked his member with the warm cloth, nearly reaching the tip of his quivering penis—wet with pre-cum—before rubbing back down towards his scrotum. This motion was repeated for who-knows-how-long. Shining was so unable to form words, in fact, that he couldn't warn the nurse that he was about to come.

Then the moment came, and so did he. Shining's member throbbed as it spurted out sticky gobs of semen onto the colt's belly and chest, blending in with the whiteness of his coat. Shining laid his head back in relief at the drawn-out climax. At least it didn't hit me in the face. His cheeks were burning with redness, but he had long since stopped caring. He felt a delightful weightlessness in his body.

The nurse kept her smile and nonchalantly wiped off the semen with the cloth. She gave the colt a sympathetic look. "Didn't want you returning home with blue balls, right?" She then tossed the soiled cloth in the sink and stepped down from the bed.

Slowly, Shining sat up to meet the nurse's gaze, a bewildered smile manifesting on his face. "Right."

Twilight Velvet had stopped focusing on the words a while back. Her eyelids felt heavy, and the magazine in her hooves felt weirdly heavy too. I could have sworn she said they wouldn't take long... She put the issue of "Trotter's Digest" aside and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She was the only one waiting in the lobby. It was a slow day.

She felt old. Terribly old. Time swerved around her aging form. On the other hoof, Shining was on his way to becoming a lively stallion in due time. High school was tough for him, as it was for most colts, and the fact that he had a bookish side he didn't bother to hide also didn't help his case. He didn't have the body of a bookworm, though, unlike his sister. Little Twilight Sparkle appeared meek, even for a filly her age, but Velvet knew that Shining would turn out differently. It was only a matter of time.

The door in the hallway creaked open, and the nurse poked her head out. "You can come back in, Mrs. Velvet."

"Oh," Velvet said quietly to herself, "thank goodness." She got out of her seat and trotted over to the room where Shining was. It was much brighter in there than in the lobby, but Velvet didn't mind so long as she didn't have to stay there much longer.

When Velvet entered, she saw that Shining was sitting upright like before, but something about him seemed different. He had this blank look on his face, although Velvet couldn't figure out the reason. Shining then turned his head, his lips curling upward. "Hi, mom. We've figured out what's wrong with me. Isn't that good news?"

"Have you now?" Velvet cocked her head quizzically. "You sound like there wasn't much to it."

"Oh, there wasn't," the nurse spoke up. "It's really quite simple, the thing your son has. You see—" clearing her throat— "at Shining's age, colts tend to experience a lot of—well... sexual awakening. During puberty there is this rush of hormones, and for colts especially it really takes a toll on the reproductive organs. Some handle it better than others. Shining here is just going through a great amount of sexual tension."

"'Sexual tension'?" Velvet cocked her eyebrow.

"Within himself," the nurse said coolly. "His loins have gone from zero to a hundred over the past couple of years, and he's still adjusting to this newfound sexual energy. Perfectly natural for a boy of his age, of course."

Velvet stood still, and her brow furrowed. "'Perfectly natural'..."

Shining appeared to get out of his funk before saying, "See, mom? Nothing too serious." His smile didn't go away.

Defeated, Velvet didn't say anything for a while. I figured this would happen eventually. Now I have to deal with it.

Author's Note

The meat of the story has yet to come, I'm afraid. I plan for this thing to total about 12,000 words by the time I'm done with it. Expect a few more chapters, and for the Dark tag to get put to decent use.