Nurse Redheart sighed as she paced around in her office. It was nearing closing time at the hospital and she repeatedly thought about a trial that she had attended recently. Now, in 12 days, she had to return to pass the verdict on a resident of her very town; Spike the Dragon on trial for things ranging from menacing to jaywalking.

How does one jaywalk in a town without roads? the nurse pondered. Perhaps Canterlot...?

Shrugging, Nurse Redheart scanned the files detailing several surgeries and appointments tomorrow. Sighing, she sat down in her chair and fell limp against the desk, not moving the folders.

A heart surgery tomorrow... lovely. It's hard to work under this stress. Sighing once more, Nurse Redheart glanced at the clock; 9:45 PM.

Is Spike innocent? Some charges are ridiculous, but menacing? That's more likely. He's done that before, after his birthday if I can recall his caretaker properly. The very thought of the large dragon stampeding around town brought shudders down the mare's spine and she thought of the ponies that could have been seriously injured during the incident. He IS a menace... but the evidence was lacking. Execution seems a bit... thorough, though.

Biting her lip, thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her office door. Nurse Redheart sat up in her chair and quickly fixed her hair and cap, clearing her throat.

“C-come in,” she stuttered.

A beige pony with a cutie mark of two plus symbols and a similar cap to Nurse Redheart popped up. She wore glasses and seemed to be stuttering more than Nurse Redheart... then again, it was her personality.

“N-nurse Redheart, there's a c-client in emerge f-for y-you,” she said, trying to sound professional as her teeth chattered.

“First one in a week,” Redheart stated, feeling a bit glad she had something to fill the time until closing time. Glancing over at her assistant, she stood by attentively, awaiting an order. “Send him in, and take an early leave.” Nurse Redheart wanted this to take as long as possible; to fill the gap in time and to get extra pay. Celestia knows she needed it for mortgage.

The assistant muttered a 'yes' before shuffling out the door. Collecting herself and discarding her thoughts, Nurse Redheart let out a deep breath and rose to her hooves. She cantered out the office. After a few seconds, she rounded a corner to spot the waiting room for patients in emerge. Dead quiet save for a few breaths of her patient. A blobby shadow was silhouetted against the curtain and Nurse Redheart stopped, putting on her best smile. Out of the corner of her eye, her assistant departed the Hospital, not even bothering to remove her outfit.

What's the hurry? Nurse Redheart wondered. Is there some kinda monster here?

Nurse Redheart pushed aside the curtain only to gasp. Sitting on the bed right there was the very Dragon she had just been thinking about. The Dragon whose innocence she had just mentally been arguing with herself about. Spike the Dragon, in the flesh.

He sat atop the bed, twiddling his thumbs and didn't notice the nurse come in. Nurse Redheart's heart skipped a beat as she felt a brief flash of panic and fear, but quickly collected herself; she's seen worse occur under the knife. She had to be professional for him, regardless of who he was.

Nurse Redheart closed the curtain behind her and cleared her throat, catching the boy's attention. His gaze shifted nervously over to her, eyes darting back and forth between her and nowhere. Nurse Redheart's fear turned to confusion.

Is... is he scared? What happened to him? she wondered, stepping over to a chair next to the bed.

“Hello, Mr. Spike. How are you?” she asked, swallowing the fear threatening to jump from her throat.

Spike stammered a bit. “Uh, g-good, y'know... as good as I c-can be w-what with the trial coming up,” he muttered, his arms drooping.

Did my assistant have a long-lost twin in the form of a Dragon? Nurse Redheart thought.

“Ah yes, the... trial. I'm not gonna pretend to know what is running through your mind. Instead... I'd like to know what brought you here,” Nurse Redheart asked, pulling out a clipboard with his health record.

A horribly outdated photo of Spike was at the top, showing the Dragon as he was several years back. The nurse's gaze shifted between the beaten photo of a cute, baby Dragon smiling widely at the camera... and a beaten image of a menacing aged up Dragon.

Or depressed.

“W-well, I was trying to read a book earlier, b-but I started f-feeling a pounding i-in my chest. It h-hurt a bit and it started w-when I h-happened to think about the upcoming trial.” The Dragon's voice got lower and lower the more he spoke.

Slowly, the Nurse's image of a fearsome, menacing Dragon was replaced by a shattered figure of a boy, trembling with fear since his fate (and maybe life) was in the hooves of several ponies he rarely knew... some, of which like her, could possibly have the same idea of a menacing Dragon as her. She held onto that thought as a just-in-case and cleared her throat.

“Symptoms? What was going on?” Nurse Redheart asked.

“H-hard to breathe, mind r-racing, heart p-pounding, spasming, hurts in my chest,” he spat out, finally glancing up to face Nurse Redheart.

“Sounds like a panic attack.” Nurse Redheart averted her gaze, contemplating the reasoning. He's probably scared out of his wits. Spike... he hasn't really been a menace, has he? He's mostly been just a child for the times I've seen him. No different than those Cutie Mark Crusaders... except a Dragon. Anypony, or Dragon, has the potential to be a menace. Deep down, he's still a boy, or just... inexperienced.

She glanced up to see the nervous boy still shifting atop the mass-produced, rock-hard beds. Pursing her lips, she looked around as she thought about the possibilities.

“About the trial; what is your... biggest fear? Concern, what is it you wish out of this, or to do before... judgement?” Nurse Redheart asked.

Her concern was half-present; she simply wondered if she could help cheer up the whelp before it was too late. Her professional mask was fading a bit, her caring figure threatening to take over entirely.

“Well... I kinda wanna have fun with my friends and relax. And... I'm scared that I'll be sentenced by that Blueblood before I... uh,” Spike said. He muttered the rest and Nurse Redheart leaned in.

“What was that, Mr. Spike?” she asked.

“I... don't wanna go down knowing I... failed to... pleasure a mare,” he said.

Nurse Redheart wondered where this came from. Her face reddened a bit and she found herself stammering just like the last two faces she saw.

“W-well, I'm s-sure that massages can do the trick,” Nurse Redheart said, thinking of more... safe for work topics to keep her mind from reeling with vivid images of the Dragon.

He shook his head and Nurse Redheart knew where he was going.

“I mean... sexually. I've always wanted to make a girl happy but I don't have the time for that anymore. I could be good and gone in twelve days. I want to know that I made a girl's night awesome at least once. I've never... done anything like that for a girl. I want someone to remember me and... well, a Dragon isn't exactly an easy thing to find, is it?” Spike's voice lost the stutter, but it still had an edge to it. He leaned forward, seemingly eager.

His gaze was now fixated on her as her mind couldn't help but think of images of the larger Dragon making a mare's night. Thoughts of his long tongue on her body, his large physique atop her began to run through her mind.

“I can see what you mean... to know someone will remember you is nice, but from such a... intimate act?” Nurse Redheart asked, holding the clipboard up to hide her face.

“I'm desperate. I haven't... done anything like that with someone at all, actually. I want just one to thank me for a good night. I mean, I'll only feel like a man worth his name if I can say I made a girl happy, y'know? Oh, and for other fears, I guess I'm scared of zombies, wet bread and Marelyn Marenson,” he said, his fear and nervousness all but vanishing.

Nurse Redheart was far too gone, her mind cutting out half-way through. She started imagining the Dragon doing his utmost, desperate attempt to tend to her intimate needs... and she wanted him to feel better. His depressed (or was it?) figure, his want to simply have a good rutting before his life potentially ended; he was just an eager, saddened Dragon. Menace? She still didn't know.

“I can help with that,” Nurse Redheart said quietly.

Spike perked up, a massive grin on his face showing up that he quickly attempted to suppress. Nurse Redheart didn't look him in the face so he had plenty of time to hide it.

“Y-you will?” he asked, rather excitedly.

Nurse Redheart nodded once more. She set the clipboard on the counter, taking extra time to make sure it was straight. The seconds dragged on as she resigned herself to what she offered. I am going to let a Dragon please me to make him happy. To make him happy. Make him feel better.

Nurse Redheart ignored the legal issues that would arise, having not contemplated them once as she stood up. Spike leaned backwards, his face now showing curiosity. Nurse Redheart turned her gaze to him as she removed the cap, setting it atop a table next to the bed and removed the elastic in her hair keeping her mane tied up. The pink hair fell down around her shoulders, giving her a bit of a dishevelled look one would have after a day of intense work.

“What do you want to do first?” Nurse Redheart asked, her voice shaky as her heart pounded in her chest.

She reared up on her hind legs and set her hooves on the bed around Spike's body. Her face was inches from Spike's and the two locked eyes. Both had reddened faces yet a steely gaze that betrayed no intention.

“Maybe we can just start... simple,” Spike said.

With a second's wait, he leaned in and as soft as he could, pressed his lips to Nurse Redhearts. Her heart fluttered at the tender show of affection that she was by no means used to, revelling in the kiss. It was simple; two lips smacking with no tongue. Registering what was happening, she took a brief moment to focus on the feeling.

His lips have a soft feeling to them... I figured him to be a bit more rough, she thought.

After a brief moment, she pushed her own tongue forward and briefly met resistance at his lips. His lips parted and she pushed her tongue inside, eager to sample the Dragon. Curiosity, an urge to help and her own dirty thoughts were all the motivation needed.

Her tongue briefly rolled over his sharp teeth before meeting his long, slithery tongue reminiscent of a snake. It felt odd and alien yet it felt good and familiar. Her forehooves slid over, pressing against his sides before she slid it up Spike's body, hugging him tightly. His hands moved, wrapping around her back and pulled the whole mare up. Off the floor, her hindlegs dangled briefly before he lifted her higher up. Their lips parted and she half-opened her eyes to stare down at the Dragon. He set her rear down atop his lap and she was physically as close as she could get to him. All professionalism was gone at this point.

“Don't be afraid to let your hands wander, Mr. Spike,” Nurse Redheart cooed.

“Just Spike is fine,” he responded with a growl.

Their lips locked once more, tongues meeting again. They swirled around each other, each party sampling the taste and feeling of the mouth belonging to the other. A distinct taste she couldn't recognize came to her tongue and she revelled in it. It was weird and alien, yet it felt good and familiar. Warmth spread throughout her chest as she rubbed his shoulders throughout the kiss.

Another curiosity was going to be sated as her heart skipped a beat; his hands slid down her back slowly, torturously. Each finger pressing into spots on her back that felt jaded and tense, giving her pleasure that only a masseur could deliver. Nurse Redheart's breaths became unorganized, herself unable to breathe at her normal pace. Redheart let out several gasps each time he found a sweet spot and found herself aching, wishing for his hands to move a little lower. She no longer focused on her tongue, allowing Spike to completely dominate her mouth. Her pelvis grew warmer and she felt her blood rush. Each time Spike's fingers pressed into her, she felt her rear grow warmer as the anticipation grew.

Spike's tongue continued to play with her own and she let out a loud gasp as he pressed his fingers into her Cutie Marks. Nurse Redheart felt tension and stress melt away as his hands reduced her hind legs and rump to feeling like jelly and her loving lower lips started to ache for a sensual touch. Spike didn't stop, though; his hands large and grasping practically her whole rear, giving her a feeling that she was fully in Spike's hands now. She wasn't Nurse Redheart, or an employee of the hospital; she was a Dragon's toy for the night and she was going to relish in what was about to come.

A sharp smack came as Spike's hands briefly left her rump causing the mare to jump, breaking the kiss. She panted heavily onto Spike's neck, pressing the bridge of her snout into him. Nurse Redheart clenched her eyes shut as Spike's hands reached further down, wrapping around her cheeks. With a simple motion, he spread her cheeks and she felt herself be entirely exposed. She didn't bother looking at the clock and relished in the feeling.

Spike continued to knead her rear and release the tension from her before he decided that was enough. Nurse Redheart felt Spike lean back, turning himself so he laid out against the whole bed. She was straddling him, her rear legs spread out further due to the position. Something warm slowly slid between her legs, grinding against her wet lips. Nurse Redheart couldn't hold back a moan as she felt the warm appendage tease her opening. Eyes still clenched, she forced them open to look down as she saw the Dragon's phallus becoming erect. The heat was intense and she watched, mesmerized by the size and shape of the non-stallion erection... or erections. She noticed Spike had two and was once more thrown into alien (yet exciting) territory.

“T... two. You have two. Spike the Dragon has a double dragon. I... just, what? How? Why hasn't any mare bedded you yet?” Nurse Redheart stammered out, shifting atop his lap.

Spike shrugged, and that was all she needed to hear. She gulped as she contemplated what she would do with the second. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of her heart beating rapidly. Nurse Redheart set her forehooves against Spike's chest and shifted so all of her weight was where she was sitting.

Spike groaned as he felt her opening spread as she began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding her moist white lips attempting to take in the base erection. She denied them both the pleasure, opting to grind against the bottom phallus before proceeding. Slowly, she felt herself reeling with pleasure from these simple touches. Anticipation practically painted the room a new colour as Spike's hands set themselves on her hips and pushed back and forth. Nurse Redheart increased her pace and slowly got them both primed for what was to come—literally.

“Let's see what these fingers can do,” Spike said as he hissed his tongue.

Nurse Redheart's eyes widened as his hands gripped her hips tightly and he lifted her up suddenly. She fell forward yet Spike successfully held her in the air as she helplessly swung her forelegs at him in an attempt to put her down. Spike leaned forward, sliding himself back further on the bed and repositioned his hands so he could set the nurse down on her back. Her head was on the edge of the bed. Nurse Redheart didn't bother trying to cover herself up and stared at the Dragon, seeing his eyes exploring her whole body. She had never been exposed like this before; other times it was dark and both parties were nervous. Here, it was pure lust and she enjoyed the fact that a boy was about to spend his utmost desires pleasing her. It would be desperate, so he wouldn't stop... ever, until she climaxed. Her body shuddered and she brought her forehooves close to her chest, shifting them as she gently closed her eyes. She whinnied for a moment, thrusting her pelvis in an attempt to get Spike to do something.

“P... please, proceed, Spike. You said you wanted to pleasure a girl, right? That it would make you happy?” Nurse Redheart asked, meek and shy as she felt Spike's hand pressing down on her pelvis, just above her entrance.

“Sure,” he responded right away.

Two fingers were drawn down agonizingly slow around the outside of her two lips. Nurse Redheart shuddered from the contact as he pressed the moist white labia together. A wet sound occurred as Spike gently rubbed the two outer lips. The Nurse was most definitely not 'in' right now as she muttered words that, when deciphered, was her attempt at begging. Spike wasn't one to deny a mare her pleasure, especially after it was her openness to the situation.

Setting his fingers on her labia once more, he spread her lips apart and took a long gaze inside of her. Once more, Nurse Redheart shuttered as Spike practically memorized each detail of her. His fingers left her labia and instantly pressed their way inside her, putting the same force against her inner walls that he did on her rump. She shrieked with shrill glee as he spread her apart with only his fingers, reaching deep inside of her... far further than her hoof could go.

S-sweet Celestia, w-why hasn't anypony claimed this magical maestro for themselves yet? This is far better than anything I've had before, she thought, pressing her hoof against her mouth to stifle any moans.

Spike twisted his wrist, keeping his fingertips in the same general area while the rest of his fingers moved around, rubbing up against all parts of her inner walls. Then, without warning, his fingers pressed against a rough patch against the roof of her moist hole. She let out a loud cry, arching her back as she felt her whole body tense up.

“The mythical G-spot; confirmed fact,” Spike said with a noticeable glee to his voice.

Nurse Redheart wasn't focusing on that. She had almost died from pleasure from a simple touch. She didn't anticipate even more; Spike's thumb came down against her clitoris and he began to furiously rub his fingers against her, assaulting her clitoris as well as her G-spot with a vigour not seen in any males since post-war sexual encounters. Her whole body spasmed and she couldn't hold back the moans and gasps that came with the rubbing. One hand held her leg, keeping her in place. It got to a point where she was unable to handle it; it was driving her insane and she pressed her forehooves against the bed, trying to get away to prolong the orgasm. It was no use as the strong Dragon held her in place, furiously rubbing at her most sensitive spots. She felt herself gushing liquids onto the bed, feeling it run down her rear. This was the most vulgar act she could think of, and in such a public location; anypony could see them, and she found herself wishing more could be done.

She got her wish.

Her teats, unattended to ‘til now, had Spike's second hand set atop them. No waiting, he immediately began to run his fingers over the small mounds as well as the erect nipples. Nurse Redheart couldn't even gasp or moan; breath extremely short and her entire body feeling warmth while her pelvis felt as if it was aflame. Nurse Redheart grit her teeth and forced her eyes open to see Spike furiously fingering her without losing his speed once. Vigour like no other, she resigned herself and awaited as the climax came fast. She has never truly experienced an orgasm, and if this was what it felt like, she was probably going to get addicted to it.

It never came. Spike's hands retreated from her body just as it threatened to take her by storm and she found the pleasure quickly fading away, breath catching up to her. She panted heavily and stared up at the ceiling blankly.

“W-wha...? C-cum? Why?” Nurse Redheart blabbed out.

“I kinda want to prolong it,” Spike said, grinning sheepishly.

Nurse Redheart glared at him, yet maintained a warm, sly smile. She bared her teeth and Spike was taken aback slightly. She quickly leaned forward, wrapping her hooves around Spike's torso. Putting all her weight into it, Nurse Redheart caused Spike to tumble back against the bed. Nurse Redheart pulled her forelegs back and slid off his body, allowing his erections to drag against her body leaving a wet trail of precum. She stopped just short of her mouth and she panted heavily, taking in the strong, musky scent. Spike gulped as she saw the needing gaze of a mare with something that could get rid of those pent up feelings. The hot breaths made his phallus' twitch and her eyes shifted to the two of them.

“Wanna see a neat trick, Spike?” she said, grinning. “Let's get the doctors in.”

Nurse Redheart wrapped a hoof around both erections and wrapped her lips around the tips, allowing her tongue to hug the base erection. Spike let out a shrill cry of his own as she immediately took both phallus' to the base.

His scent, oh Celestia, oh my... it's incredible. It's so dirty, it's dirty, like me. I'm dirty, and he's going to make sure I remember it. He's going to make me feel like such a bad girl, which will make him feel good... ooh, I can't stand it~

Her tongue swirled around the two erections as her mouth was almost spread too far to take him in. The muscle went in between and over and under his phallus' as the nurse did her best to emulate those dirty magazines she sparsely reads. She bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could, sucking and slurping with her tongue. Luckily she learned to keep her gag reflex down; a handy skill for a doctor or nurse. Nurse Redheart had no trouble taking in the double dragons.

Unfortunately for both, Spike was almost a hair trigger; his orgasm started to bud up already. He groaned as he felt the same sort of warmth Nurse Redheart had felt moments ago. Glancing down, he could see the flowing pink hair all over the place while a massive heat coated his phallus'. He grit his teeth and growled as he set a hand atop the nurse's head, petting her softly.

She let out a giggle onto his erections which only teased him with the vibrations. After several seconds, a fire shot throughout Spike's pelvis and his entire body tensed up. His hand held the nurse's head down as the fire shot up through his phallus' and he could feel a certain white liquid squirting out from his tips. It sputtered out and the mare could be heard and felt gulping down the odd liquid.

Thank Celestia for no gag reflex.

After a few seconds, it was clear she couldn't catch it all and some of it spurted from her lips and down Spike's erections. After he finished, she pulled back and gulped back whatever amount was still inside and she took a moment to compose herself. Nurse Redheart's mane was severely dishevelled now and she didn't care. Her eyes fluttered open and she shot Spike a stare.

“Someone was sure pent up... and going off without warning,” she giggled. “Luckily I've learned the taste due to a past relationship, otherwise I'd have done something awful to you.”

Spike didn't let her be playful and in charge long. Already he was sitting up, finding stamina from places that shouldn't exist and Nurse Redheart once more felt hands on her hips. She fell back as Spike yanked her hips forward and this time, Spike propped her rear up so that she was resting on the back of her neck while her glistening lips were inches from Spike's face. Nurse Redheart thought back to his hands and wondered what that tongue could do. She started panting heavily once more as Spike's insanely hot breath caressed her entire sensitive spot.

“You smell incredible. So dirty,” Spike said, grinning.

Nurse Redheart's breaths stopped as she felt like forever passed before Spike would move. He leaned forward, pressing his snout against her opening and she gasped, feeling something touching her again... although this time was far worse as she came from the edge before. Nurse Redheart clenched her eyes shut as Spike took a deep whiff of her scent and pulled back, licking his snout clean of any fluids. He chuckled as Nurse Redheart's eyes slowly opened, just to see Spike's tongue slither from his mouth.

She watched one, two, three inches come out with more to come and she saw how flexible it was... and how much control. She realized that this was it. This was her peak. There was no way it'd ever beat this. Her mouth was agape as Spike's tongue seemed to break several feet long, wondering why. She realized what was going to happen.

“Y-you're going to wreck my pussy,” she whispered as she felt herself shudder yet again, excitement coursing through her whole body.

“Doctor's gonna take a sample, Miss Redheart,” Spike said.

His tongue retracted until several inches were out and Spike pressed the pointed tip against her clitoris. The wet muscle wrapped around it and squeezed it tight. Nurse Redheart kept her lips shut but still screamed loudly regardless. Her eyes were shut as Spike's tongue pressed on into her, curving and bending as he fed more of the dextrous muscle inside. She could feel it squirming inside her; wet and strong, pressing up against her inner walls before it touched her G-spot once more. His tongue swirled around, achieving a pleasure his fingers could never hope to obtain. It pressed harder and he moved it vigorously, just as much as his hands. Spike's tongue was constantly shifting, moving and grinding against her inner walls as well as her clit. It was far, far too much for Nurse Redheart to handle.

Her body spasmed rapidly and Spike wasn't stopping this time. He was going the full mile as he lapped up her fluids. It wasn't enough as it constantly drizzled down her rear or down her belly. The nurse pounded her forehooves against the bed and her hindhooves twitched and moved as she felt his hands against her rump; her legs were kept bent, tongue deep inside her as he savoured as much of her taste as he could manage.

“Oh, dammit. Damn, damn, oh my dear sweet Celestia, oh my, oh jeez, oh damn, dammit,” Nurse Redheart stammered as she continued to pound on the bed, hitting it harder and harder as her voice became higher pitched with each word.

Fuck, he's... he's really going to... I'm gonna…

A fire spread throughout her body and ended with fluids squirting and gushing outside her mouth. It sprayed at Spike, coating his snout. His tongue successfully prevented it from spraying in the air, simply causing a lot of it to run down her rear and over her puckered rear entrance as well as her belly. She continued riding the high as Spike's tongue never once stopped it's movements. After half a minute, Nurse Redheart's breathing returned to normal and her body loosened up.

Spike's tongue retreated into his mouth as he closed his eyes, savouring the taste. He let Nurse Redheart slide back down so she was laying on her back. She closed her eyes too, feeling her breathing return to normal. Spike massaged her pelvis, calming her down a bit. She opened up her eyes to smile at him, stopped by what she saw. His phallus' were at full attention and Spike grinned, staring back down at her pelvis.

Oh no, he's going to... not finished? He's intent on this. Oh my, yes, I have found that one-in-a-million sexual experience, right?

She couldn't answer her thought as Spike gripped her hips once more and rolled her onto her belly. Spike yanked Nurse Redheart back as she slid over the bed, feeling the warm, wet mattress below. Her legs slid between Spike's own as he was crouched on the bed. Her forelegs were stretched out forward, hooves dangling off the edge of the bed.

This is a bit hard to do anything, isn't it?

Two feet shuffled up a bit and she felt hands on her rump once more, this time spreading her cheeks. His weight was pressed against her as Spike set his head on Nurse Redheart's shoulder. They could stare into each others' eye out the side; Spike had a knowing gaze while Nurse Redheart's eyes widened as she realized it.

“You may require some medication; I'll give it to you. It's rectal,” he said, chuckling.

Two, flaring hot tips pressed against her rear entrance. Nurse Redheart gripped the edge of the bed tightly and she shot a glare at the Dragon, her mouth curved into an odd smile.

“Come on, Dragon. You couldn't handle this ass,” she practically shouted.

Who gives a damn about being professional right now? she thought, grinning.

They exchanged grins and she waited. A second later, she felt her rear entrance being spread, opening up as two hot, meaty phallus' stretched her wide. She was by no means a stranger to anal, but it wasn't like she had two... of this size. Nurse Redheart grit her teeth as Spike slid in, already lubed up from the cum and juices from her moist lips. Spike sunk both phallus' down to the base and the two groaned. Spike's hands shifted from her white cheeks, sliding up the front of her body so he wasn't putting so much weight on her.

“Lets see you walk straight after this, Miss Redheart,” Spike bellowed.

She grit her teeth once more as Spike pulled back and immediately thrust back in with full, draconic force. The whole bed shifted and she felt herself jolted forward by the powerful thrust. Another alien feel; another discovered pleasure.

Spike didn't ease it in as usual and immediately began pulling back and thrusting in as hard and as fast as his body would allow it. Slaps sounded as Nurse Redheart relished the feeling of his pelvis slamming into her rear, his weight atop her body. Pressed down, she was truly dominated; he was no menace to the public, but he was a beast in the sack. She bit her lip and held that for a second before she had to pant. Spike's hot breath was on her neck and she wished that he'd somehow speedup.

Instead, Spike rotated his hips while sacrificing some speed. It was fine by her as the new motion added a world of pleasure to the experience already. Mind reeling, she loved the feeling of being held down as a boy pounded away at her, using her like a toy.

I'm a Dragon's little fucktoy for the night... ooh Celestia, why is that so hot? Nurse Redheart wondered as her mind failed to continue her thoughts.

Spike's grunting increased and his panting was getting heavier. The own power from it all brought her own orgasm forth and she couldn't help but arch her back and attempt to thrust her rear onto him. Nurse Redheart put all her strength into her hooves to push her back. Both of them shifted back slightly and she managed to get her pelvis off the bed only for Spike's mighty power to thrust hard enough to cause her to collapse. She continued to shift underneath her client as he constantly readjusted to keep her pinned down. It was a simple act but it made the whole experience far better.

A fire flared up in her belly and once more, she dumped fluids onto the bed, an orgasm rocking her body once more. Another loud shriek that Spike silenced by pressing her face into the mattress. Nurse Redheart didn't bother resisting as the continuous slaps sped up. Spike leaned back off her, allowing his hands to settle on her hips. Giving a quick tug, she raised her rump into the air allowing Spike a decent view of her backside; her rump was rosy red and he watched his phallus' constantly pull back and enter her body. Using his thumbs, he spread her cheeks and watched the mare's body go limp as she laid her face on its side. He could see her drooling, face beet red and a drunken gaze in her eyes meaning his work was done.

With a few more thrusts, his own orgasm returned and he pulled back, putting his last bit of energy into these last two thrusts. First one, he felt the fire flare out in his pelvis. Second, he felt the wall break. White fluid squirted from his tips into the mare's rear. Nurse Redheart's tongue lolled out as a huge grin appeared on her face. Spike let out several groans as he slowly slid it back and forth inside her, riding off the edge of his own climax. After a few seconds, he could feel the pumping stop and he pulled back. The tip exited her rear and he saw a strand of cum connecting his tip to her puckered entrance. He grinned as he leaned back against the wall, feeling his own body go limp.

Best... sex... ever, Nurse Redheart thought.

Minutes later, Nurse Redheart had cleared out the mess they made before she realized the time; it was 11:02 PM, long after quitting time. She made sure to take a shower, inviting the Dragon inside so they could wash each other. No lust, just cleaning up the other. Upon stepping out, Nurse Redheart proceeded to fix her hair.

“Spike, that was very enjoyable and you've probably made sexual intercourse with the average pony impossible... not that I'm complaining,” she said, doing her hair up in a bun.

“Sorry,” Spike muttered.

“I just said... never mind.” Nurse Redheart checked her bun before smiling at it. She fixed the cap and glanced over at Spike whom patiently waited, fixing his spines. He seemed a little saddened but there was a certain glee to the atmosphere around him. The nurse smiled. “You're not a menace,” she muttered.

“Hmm?” Spike glanced over at Nurse Redheart who quickly waved her hooves.

“Nothing, just... Thank you. I've settled on something,” the nurse said, shutting down the lights.

“Oh, okay,” Spike said, stepping out the door.

The hospital was locked up for the night, several nurses by the front entrance as per hospital standard. Outside, the air was chilly and the stars were beautiful. Nurse Redheart glanced over at the skies above while Spike seemed lost in thought. The nurse spotted this and patted him on the shoulder. Turning to face her, Spike seemed genuinely lost or nervous and Nurse Redheart smiled.

“You're a good guy, Spike. Don't let anypony tell you otherwise.” She glanced around, her face flushing. Quickly, she reared up on her hind legs and planted a kiss on the dragon's face higher up. He blushed and hers intensified. “I hope you have a good night, Spike. I'll see you at the trial... I know I won't forget this night.”

She cantered off, a spring to her step as Spike watched her rump sway in the distance. A genuine smile coated his face and he turned the other way, walking towards the Golden Oaks Library.

“That's two.”

Author's Note

And another one bites the dust. Thanks to Arby Works for his quick work on getting this chapter done, up next is an Octavia chapter by DARKPHANTOM13

Chapter Author: Arby Works

Very little editing done by:Blood Brandy