The Hypnotic Adventures of Blank Sheet

The trip to Ponyville General was undoubtedly the longest amount of time I’d been flaccid since I first saw Zecora’s ass. Frankly, I was grateful. The pain was somewhat diminished, but I sure didn’t need to go getting stiff again before the problem was actually solved. It didn’t help any that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist, if a particularly enticing opportunity arose.

The sun was almost completely set by the time I reached the hospital’s door. I placed a hoof on it push it open, then realized that hospitals keep records. The last thing I wanted was to go on record as having a chapped dick while Ponyville was trying to figure out what was causing rampant sexual chaos. I decided I’d have to handle it myself, and froze time.

To my pleasant surprise, the mare behind the front desk did absolutely nothing for me, and I was able to move on past untempted. Searching for drug storage was more trouble than I’d expected, and when I finally found it, it was locked. Face met hoof as I cursed and wondered just how I’d imagined it would be otherwise. While I was trying to determine just how to proceed from this fine mess, I heard hoofsteps approaching, and quickly moved to hide.

Around the corner came a rather frayed looking Nurse Redheart. I silently exhaled in relief: problem solved. Stopping time once more, I moved up and tapped her head. “I’m one of the doctors here; you trust me implicitly. Wake up.” I moved back around the corner where I’d been hiding, and waited for time to restart. As soon as it did, Redheart woke and blinked a moment, before beginning to fumble with keys to open the medicine storeroom. Perfect.

“Hello, Nurse Redheart!” I gave my very best professional smile as I rounded the corner. Redheart’s tiny shriek in reply wasn’t quite what I’d expected. Had something gone wrong? I certainly didn’t need that right now; I needed something for my dick!

“Doctor! Don’t scare me like that!” Redheart smiled back sheepishly. “What are you doing here?”

“I was about to check the medicine stock, actually. I don’t know why, but I just can’t shake the feeling that things have been going missing. Unfortunately, I seem to have left my key.”

Sheepish turned to friendly as Redheart offered her help. “Allow me, doctor.” Finally finding the key she had been after, Nurse Redheart pushed open the door. “I know what you mean. I’m not due to inventory this stuff until Thursday, but as crazy as things have been today, finding a little time to do something peaceful is just what I need, I think.”

I nodded as I stepped past her into the storeroom. “This has absolutely been the strangest day I can remember.” Hey, why lie when I don’t have to, right? “You look pretty frazzled.”

As she followed me in, she sighed. “You have no idea, doctor.” She shut the door behind us, and took a checklist on a clipboard from a nearby shelf. “I swear, I could really use a vacation.”

Wheels began turning in my head. Redheart was attractive enough, sure, but a trained medical professional could also be quite the tool for chaos. And if nothing else, she’d do a better job of picking the right thing for my pore, sore penis. Looks like I’d be doing something here after all.

“Couldn’t we all? I can’t approve you for a vacation myself, obviously, but I am also licensed for hypnotherapy.” Hey, why not lie when it’s useful, right? “If you’d like, we could see if that helps you in the interim.”

The gratitude in Nurse Redheart’s smile almost gave me pause. I kept vacillating between evil bastard and bleeding heart (though obviously more one way than the other), and it was starting to worry me. Would I choke when the chips were down? I didn’t know. I resolved not to let myself get into such a situation.

“Doctor, if it helps, I’ll be incredibly relieved. The insanity outside Sugarcube Corner was just the last straw. This whole week… If you don’t mind, doctor, could we try soon? Now?” Redheart’s voice had just the slightest tinge of desperation to it. It must’ve been worse than she meant to let on. I blinked in surprise.

“I suppose this is private enough.” There was nothing in the storage room but shelves and drugs, and the quantities in here didn’t suggest doctors pulled from it often, but rather used it to restock their own supply cabinets. It could work. “Will you be comfortable enough on the floor?”

Nodding, Redheart took a position on her stomach, head up. “This is fine. Thank you, doctor, really.”

I smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, of course. Now, breathe deeply, and try to relax your muscles just a bit, consciously.” I was stepping forward as I spoke, and tapped her on the head. Immediately, she slipped under my control, but this was getting a little too easy, and if I couldn’t fuck the pretty nurse, I at least wanted to have a little fun.

“When you wake up, the swinging pocket watch hypnotic induction will work perfectly on you. It won’t seem cliche or silly at all. Each swing will relax your mind and body more and more, until your eyes shut, and you find yourself in a state of total relaxation. Once you’re there, though, you’ll be just as deeply in my power as you are now. Understand?”

I got the usual nod, and smiled—then frowned as I realized this was getting me hard again. Bloody hell, so there WAS a downside to Zecora’s potion after all!

“Wake up.”

Redheart blinked, but otherwise seemed simply to be waiting for me. Removing Discord’s pocket watch from its home around my neck, I started swinging it in front of Nurse Redheart’s face. “Now, I know the pocket watch method seems a little old-fashioned, but it works, so just keep your eyes on it and relax, alright?”

Redheart nodded from her position on the floor. “It’s not silly. Why, I could swear I feel some of the tension fading already.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but no more talking for now. Try not to think, even about what we’re doing; it’d just remind you of why you need it. And you really do need this, Redheart. You need it badly. You need to follow the watch, and relax. Just let it all go.”

Redheart’s pale blue eyes followed the watch obediently, sweeping back and forth. Using Discord’s power to make this work was cheating, sure, but I was no hypnotist; this was just a game. Game or not, though, the nurse’s shoulders had begun to sag ever so slightly.

“Back and forth, back and forth,” I intoned calmly. “The watch and your eyes, both, back and forth, back and forth.” I didn’t feel calm, certainly; playing this a new way was getting me much too hard. Damn it. I watched with excitement I was careful not to show as Nurse Redheart’s eyelids fluttered for the first time. Her breathing had already slowed, and muscles that had looked bunched up in her flanks now seemed comfortably loose. This was fun in and of itself, really. Discord’s tap was great, but watching a mare “sink” had a charm all its own.

“Finally, you’re starting to relax. Finally, you’re starting to feel good again. Very good. The more relaxed you are, the better you feel, and the easier it is to relax further. Down, you go, more and more, and the tension stays above. The tension’s not coming with you, is it?”

Half whispering, Nurse Redheart replied, “No…” By this point, Redheart’s eyes had closed entirely, and her head had sunk to the floor. She was mine. Well, again.

“Good girl. When you wake up, you’ll stay just as relaxed as you are now, no matter what happens. Nothing makes you tense anymore. Nothing bothers you, even if it should. You’re not waking up yet, though. You’re going to stay like this, letting out more and more tension every minute. Helping me makes you feel even more relaxed.” I bit back a sigh. I was relaxing her, sure, but I was hard as a rock again, and it still hurt! It was time to fix that. Long past time, really.

“My penis is sore from overuse. What in here is the best thing for that?” Redheart’s reply was little more than a mumble, but I managed to figure out in the end that she was talking about a potent analgesic cream. I fetched it and sat down in front of her, my erect equine junk inches from her face. The cream would solve the pain, I hoped, but the boner was an issue in its own right.

“Redheart, you’re going to stay asleep and relaxed, but your eyes are going to open now.” They did, as expected, looking far, far away. “You’re grateful to me for relaxing you. Grateful enough that you’re going to take care of applying the cream to my shaft.”

She nodded and took the cream from me. Her motions were slow and distracted, but she was in fact doing as she was told. I leaned back and let the pretty, pink haired nurse do her job, but continued to coach, for my own amusement and because seeing Redheart in this state had me way back in evil bastard mode. I wanted to mess with her. I wanted to leave her different from when I found her.

“You enjoy this. For reasons you don’t understand, somehow this is very soothing and also simply fascinating to you. Male genitalia are fascinating to behold, and a joy to treat. You tell yourself your interest is purely professional, but on some level, you know you’re lying. Erect, flaccid, young, old, you don’t care. They’re all just so interesting, inside and out. You could spend the rest of your career studying and treating nothing but dicks, and you would be happier than you are today. Wouldn’t you?”

Redheart nodded. Her expression was still vacant, but as she reached for my shaft with cream on her hoof, her motions were a little more sure, a bit more invested in what she was doing.

She began actually applying the ointment, gently, perhaps because of her trance, and perhaps because she knew on some level that it would hurt me if she weren’t. In any case, the pain subsided surprisingly quickly wherever she rubbed the cream into my cockflesh. The arousal,however, did not subside. It was only getting worse under Nurse Redheart’s gentle hoof.

I kept myself from moaning, restricting myself to ragged pants, lest anypony walking past the storeroom overhear. Whether it was because of Redheart’s medical background, her newly instilled fondness for penises, or simply the fact that I wasn’t in complete agony, it didn’t take her nearly as long to get me off. I didn’t need a mess in here, though.

“Redheart, cover the tip with your mouth, and make sure to swallow it all.” Redheart complied, and no sooner had she done it than the new warmth at the top finished me. She managed to take it all in without spilling, to my astonishment. Really, what other talents does Redheart have?

As I gasped for breath, recovering, I forced my thoughts back in order long enough to consider how Redheart might further benefit me, and how I could put her to use to keep Discord amused.

“Very good, Nurse Redheart. Do you know of any new patients? Specifically, any mares who might have just moved into town?”

Redheart nodded silently. Right. Silly me. I tried again, asking the question to which I actually wanted an answer: “Where’s her file, and what’s her name?”

Still mumbling in her trance, Redheart answered. “In the cabinet by the main desk. Her name is Spiral Dream.”

I blinked. That was an interesting name, to be sure—she might be more useful than I’d hoped. “Would you guess she’s well known in town yet?”

Redheart shook her head slowly. “I was at the desk when she came. She just moved in today. Couldn’t give an emergency contact any closer than Manehatten.”

I nodded. I’d just found a pet. I checked the shelves quickly for anything else of use, and loaded a nearby lab coat’s pockets with more of that blessed cream, as well as a muscle relaxant, and a hypnotic drug. I was ready to go, but not without causing more trouble.

“Do you have any drugs that can cause sexual arousal?”

Once more, Nurse Redheart nodded.

“Wonderful. When you wake up, dose as many patients as you can with it. Don’t do anything about your own arousal until you’re done.” All the semen she’d swallowed would take care of it for her, no doubt. “Count to ten, then wake up. You’ll be marvelously relaxed, and nothing can get you down.”

As I stopped time, grabbed Spiral Dream’s file, and ran out into the dark night, I told myself that maybe I was causing Redheart all kinds of trouble—but at least she wouldn’t be tense.