Bandages
The shelves held many small dishes labeled with small black writing. Illegible scribbles were labeled on each individual jar. The dimly lit room gave a cold and dead atmosphere, only worsened by the smell of antiseptic. The lightbulb above swung, gently from side to side, making it more ominous with each passing second.
No sounds emitted from the silent and dark room. All of the sudden, eerie noises scattered across the tall walls where more dishes were organized. The air was uncomfortably warm, the ventilation system constantly turning on and off to regulate the temperature. The light was very faint, leaving the rest of the room shrouded in darkness.
Neatly made beds were laid in an orderly fashion on a side of the room.
It was supposedly desolate. Empty. Nothing seemed to be in the room to the naked eye.
A small noise then broke silence. In the dim room, the sound continued in a vigorous and vicious cycle. It began to go faster and faster with unexpected momentum.
A hunched pony figure stood at the edge of the bed, seeming to give elbow-grease of the work he was under going. A dark brown mane sat on top of his head, seemingly covered in sweat. A deep grunt exited from the stallion's mouth, a sound of strain and disappointment. His hazelnut eyes sharp with pure focus, a drop of sweat from his forehead slid down his face. His breath grew shallow, his eyes unblinking. His heart was pumping at a mad pace in unison with the odd panting noise he was making.
His right hoof was in a ridiculous pattern, rubbing back and forth in a temper. The stallion narrowed his eyes widened and grinded his teeth.
"Alright! Come on!" he yelled through his teeth. His shoulders were hard at work, trying to complete the task. Beginning to hyperventilate, a drop of sweat fell off from his chin.
Right onto his limp, flaccid penis. A pathetic sight, really.
"Damn it!!" the brown maned stallion by the name of Time Turner said, his voice laced with a venomous rage. Even with his right hoof under the shaft and with his left one assisting it, an empty clear dish laid before him with nothing in it.
Time Turner used his foreleg to wipe off the sweat from his face and groaned. "I lost my concentration! Damn it!"
Time Turner sighed and gave up, allowing his stallionhood to flop over the edge of the hospital bed in its flaccid glory. He stared up at the flourescent lights, watching the blinking bulb swing back and forth. There was no way he was in sick health or suffering any ailment, but a part of him wasn’t sure. His father had trouble later in life, and Time Turner had finally reached that age: unmarried and alone. Not to mention a prolonged dry spell wasn’t doing him favors. I… I can’t be sterile, I just can’t!
The door creaked, tearing through his thoughts and causing him to jolt in surprise. Time Turner squinted, trying to discern the pony walking inside. The nurse with her white coat and light colors made it hard to distinguish her in the bland hospital room. It wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty as a nurse he couldn’t recognize approached him with a clipboard in her mouth.
Time Turner grimaced as the disgruntled nurse dropped the clipboard next to him, leaving it on the bed as she trotted in front him to examine her patient. She gave a half-scowl, as if she was irritated but lacked the heart to properly show it. He could only shrug in response, his mini-me lacking the usual vigor a male should have. The risk of sterility does that to a stallion.
The nurse grunted. “Are you having trouble, Mr. Turner?” Her voice had the quality of silk, but with a rough edge of emotion like a cat clawing said silk. Time Turner mused that if she relaxed and let her mane down, she’d be quite a beauty.
“Er, yes, I suppose so.” Time Turner chuckled. “My minute hand is having, how you say, stage fright. Hospitals do that, you know, Miss…” He trailed off, nervously scanning for a name tag. Unlike scrubs, this nurse lacked clothing. A fact that disallowed the use of said nametag, but also caused his eyes to stray.
“Redheart, Nurse Redheart,” the pink-maned mare finished for him, eyeing his flaccid performance with scrutiny. She rolled her eyes; despite his reasonable size, a stallion like him was having trouble clopping. Oh, how ironic! she thought. Many stallions had trouble with their first sperm sample, but none at this age. If he couldn’t get it up, he’d need-
Assistance, she mentally groaned. It was the worst part of the job, wacking off creepy stallions and hormonal teenagers that pretended to have performance issues in hope a cute nurse would get them off. It was a creepy fantasy that, unfortunately, was part of the job description. She looked up at Time Turner, raising a curious eyebrow. Hey, at least this one’s honest about it.
He did, in fact, appear nervous as he fidgeted. Covered in sweat, specific muscles twitching in a particular fashion, her trained eyes noticed he had attempted physical activity in an act to stimulate himself. Despite his failure, it made Redheart relax her tight shoulders. She looked up at Time Turner, now staring at her in slight anxiety. It was then she realized that minutes had passed, deep in thought. Even stranger was the fact that Time Turner hadn’t said a word, just allowing her to do her work in peace.
Redheart stepped to the side, examining Time Turner’s body. His body appeared to be in prime condition, none of his muscles were atrophied and not a single bruise or scratch. Toned muscle structure, well groomed coat, and handsomely dressed as well. Heh, he’s kinda cute. The thought caused her lips to twitch, turning from a scowl to a small smile. He fit the profile of a bachelor, an eligible bachelor at that.
She picked up her clipboard with a hoof and scribbled a few notes with her mouth, taking pauses to ask him a few questions. Age, medical and familial history, and a few about his recent activity levels. Due to the nature of the nature of his visit, a few more personal questions were asked than the norm.
“Any sexual activity in the last six months? Any sexual contact with males?”
Time Turner gagged slightly. He had nothing against homosexuals, but didn’t find himself interested in that crowd. He silently chided himself for his gag reflex before shaking his head. “No, and no.”
“Any sexual activity in the last year?”
“Er, no. Afraid not.”
Nurse Redheart looked up from her clipboard, glancing at the stallion’s mane. For a well-groomed bachelor, he wasn’t getting any. She began to frown, biting her lip. “Any sexual activity… ever?”
Time Turner chuckled, his heart hammering in his chest for some particular reason. “Not… exactly. I guess I haven’t really had the time.”
Nurse Redheart nodded, understanding where he was coming from. As a nurse engrossed in her career, she hadn’t found the time to spread her legs for some random pony. She assumed she swung both ways, lacking the experience and introspection needed. Finding mares cute was as far as she had experimented in college.
At last, she turned around and placed the clipboard on a nearby counter. Sighing, she turned to face stallion and slowly trotted back. “I suppose you’re going to need a little assistance then?”
Nodding, Time Turner abruptly spread his hind legs, revealing his complete package. Nurse Redheart resisted the urge to look away from his faux pas, instead approaching his open invitation with professionalism. She moved the dish back to it’s proper place, having pushed it aside during the examination, and centered herself accordingly.
“Alright, let’s do this,” she muttered to herself as she licked her chapped lips in preparation. She briefly rubbed her front hooves together, heating them and rubbing any dust off, before lightly placing them in Time Turner’s shaft. She felt the stallion shudder at the contact, her cold hooves chilling the warm exterior of the stallion’s penis. She couldn’t help it as her spine shivered as well, unused to a decent stallion requesting assistance.
Gently at first, she began to stroke the shaft. Up, down, up, down. It was tedious at first, the dick resisting her efforts. Adopting a steady rhythm, the nurse put her hooves to work. Left up, right down, switch. Faster, slower, take a break. One more stroke and the bloke will make.
Faster and faster the nurse worked, until beads of sweat dripped down her brow. The nurse grunted and kept at it, her hooves beginning to warm with the friction. Minutes passed in silence as the nurse furiously rubbed off the flat stallion as he stared off into space, wondering what in Equestria had placed him in such a pathetic situation.
“Wow, you really are a stubborn bastard,” Nurse Redheart quipped as she poked and prodded at the appendage, coaxing a chuckle from the nervous stallion. She stepped away and wiped her brow, pushing her nurse’s hat up her hairline to air out. Her mane was absolutely drenched, despite its tight bun. “So what has you worried, Mister Turner?” she asked as she took her hat off and began undoing her bun, ducking her head down to do so. “Not many stallions get a check-up like this out of the blue.”
Time Turner, taken aback by the nurse’s sudden attempt at conversation, shrugged. “Family history, you already know that. Mum’s all worried and set up the appointment; I wouldn’t want to disappoint her by not showing up.”
“Fair enough,” Nurse Redheart said as she stepped forward and brought her head up. “That’s quite-”
She blinked her eyes, her sparkling blue eyes, as she gazed into his. Her mind slowed to a crawl, her breath caught, her heart pounding against her ribs. Her legs wobbled, threatening to give out as she became lightheaded.
He had the most beautiful hazelnut eyes she had ever seen, a pair of eyes with a deep, pooling glimmer to them. Years of wisdom were locked inside, the window to his soul she could only peek through but never fully comprehend. She had seen many eyes of all shapes and colors, but none had the deep, wise stare to them that he had. Redheart loved eyes, valuing the romance and soul they held within, but never had she met a stallion like this.
Cheeks burning with a sudden rush of blood, she could only gasp, “Wow.”
Time Turner blushed in return as Redheart became red, his eyes beginning to stray from hers. Words left him as he watched the nervous mare step to the side and raise a shaking hoof, unconsciously showing herself off. Her shoulders were slim and narrow, giving her a sleek and feminine build that accentuated her wider hips, perfect for childbearing. Time Turner gulped as he stared at her flanks, the red cross stamped across luscious mounds of ass that jiggled whenever she walked. Something inside his chest stirred.
“Uh, t-thanks. You’re, er, pretty.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Time Turner mentally facehoofed. Wow, smooth. You go bro, you go dawg.
“Uh, I think you’re pretty too…”
Time Turner scrunched his muzzle as he looked back at the nurse, her hoof running through her mane as she smiled. It was a pleasant smile, a warm smile, like a mid-summer’s cool breeze. She tapped her chin in thought as she stared at the stallion’s package, pondering.
“Perhaps we should” -Redheart wiped a lock of mane out of her eyes- “try a different technique?” She waited for a response, but Time Turner could only gulp as she locked her eyes on his crotch, a predatory gleam in her sapphire iris as she licked her lips. “Not many nurses do this, but it is a legitimate, safe technique… if you give your consent, that is.”
Time Turner couldn’t help but notice her voice gradually rise in pitch. He began sweating once more, feeling put on the spot. It’s why he was flaccid in the first place, and nothing would be more embarrassing than failing a performance with a mare.
Wait, what? No no no, she’s a nurse! This is purely professional, nothing more! He thought to himself, biting his gums until they bled. Calm down Time, you can do this. No more sexy thou-
“Yes,” he said, his body having a will of its own. Fuck it, let’s do this.
Nurse Redheart nodded and stepped forward once more, leaning down and tilting her head to the size. She stuck her tongue out, slowly at first, and gave the shaft a tentative lick. As if by magic, the dick quivered at her touch. Redheart’s eyes looked up, a sly glint meeting Time Turner’s nervous, yet eager smile. She returned her gaze to his impressive girth and returned to her duties.
She gave it another lick, from the head to the base. She rolled her head and shoulders as she continually restarted the process, lapping at the dick like a cat drinking milk. Eagerly, hungrily, she lapped, licked, and stroke the dick with her hot tongue. Each time her tongue struck the head, she could taste the salty quality of precum, marking her impressive progress.
Though her efforts were genuine and eager, she began to become light-headed and started to alternate with her hooves. Stroke stroke, lick lick. Stroke stroke, lick lick. Her hooves ran across the pulsing, burning veins as she brushed her hooves against the growing appendage, her tongue cooling and heating as it traveled across the salty, musky surface. Time Turner had worked up a sweat, and it was delicious.
Once he had a solid, erect mass to enjoy, Redheart opened her mouth and took him inside, sliding her plump lips down his length. The pulsing snake quivered inside her moist lips, tickling her uvula once she had taken it to the base. She gulped, relishing the pulsing meat in her mouth before she slid her lips back. She moved her head back, sliding her lips across the bare flesh and tickling the underside with her tongue. Time Turner’s dick quivered in pleasure, releasing a small amount of precum.
Time Turner, drooling gleefully as the beautiful nurse worked on his little stallion, casually brought a hoof on top of Redheart’s head and stroked her mane. She briefly paused, surprised at the touch, but closed her eyes once more and began bobbing her head once more. With her silent approval given, Time Turner began to hum as he stroked the mare’s pink locks, brushing against her smooth ears down to her neck.
Time Turner’s nose quivered as an odd scent reached his nostrils. A strange, familiar smell contrasted with the hospital’s anti-septic. Glancing behind Nurse Redheart’s swishing tail (after staring at her flanks for an indeterminable time), he noticed a gathering pool of liquid behind her.
Nurse Redheart felt the erect member quiver deep inside her mouth yet again, growing, forcing herself not to gag. It’s… It’s so big... she thought, feeling her small mouth enlarge around him. Even to the edge of her throat, she was barely taking it in. Sh-Should I go for it? she asked herself, looking up at the stallion. Bobbing her head up and down, Redheart then used her tongue to twirl the tip.
Time Turner groaned, liking what she was doing. He let out a small gasp and took a series of breaths, staring down at the light pink head he was stroking. A few sucks and a few chokes were heard time to time, to his glorious pleasure.
Abruptly and with much vigor, the nurse drove her mouth down his shaft, all the way down her throat. Hardly expecting any rough play, Time Turner immediately ejaculated. Nurse Redheart felt an enormous rush of hot, thick, and sticky liquid pour down her throat. It was delicious, salty, good. Her mouth began to fill, forcing her to retract as soon as she could. The nurse fell back, her mouth full of his seed. She began to cough and sputter, never experiencing that before. Gasping from that burst of semen, she felt an intoxicating smell all over her muzzle.
Time Turner stared, his wondrous eyes ravishing her body with wonder and awe. Nurse Redheart licked her muzzle, her face dripping wet with cum. She wiped her mouth with a hoof, and in a sudden bout of curiosity, sniffed it. Musky, just the way she liked it. She set her hooves down, her face just in front of his waiting crotch, and said, “Well, how’s that for a warm-up? You ready to fill her up?” She gestured to the waiting bucket underneath, grinning like a schoolfilly and her eyes sparkling like diamonds.
Time Turner raised an eyebrow, stifling his urge to ogle the nurse covered in his semen. He opened his mouth, figuring they had passed the clinical relationship a patient and his nurse would share. “I’d rather fill you up.”
Nurse Redheart’s cheeks blushed, her face turning a rosy pink shade and her red heart threatening to give into cardiac arrest. “Well, I never! I-I mean, I’m certainly glad to help a healthy, handso-er, polite stallion!”
Time Turner crossed his forelegs, amused as the nurse sputtered a multitude of excuses. And here I thought I was the awkward one.
Nurse Redheart ceased her blabbering and sighed, looking at the floor. “Thing is, Mister Turner, is that I’m still your nurse. It would be inappropriate.”
“Then cancel the appointment.”
Redheart’s eyes shot open as she jerked her head up, staring at the bold stallion. “Excuse me?”
Time Turner nodded. “You heard me. Cancel our appointment; a nurse taking advantage of her patient is highly inappropriate. Afterwards…” He motioned with his hooves toward his crotch, causing the nurse to blush a deeper shade of red. She nodded and stepped back, and the stallion hopped off the table.
“So, shall we begin?” Time Turner asked, awkwardly shuffling his hooves, getting eye level with the nurse.
“Y-Yes…” Nurse Redheart softly replied, wiping away the sticky liquid from her face with a shaking hoof.
The two stared into each other’s eyes with no idea what to do. Time Turner bit his lip and leaned forwards, puckering, allowing the nurse to take his lead and do the same. Their lips softly met each other, sending a shudder down their spines.
I-Is this how a kiss is supposed to work?!” Time Turner wondered, his mind ablaze with a strange sensation. The nurse’s lips were soft as silk against his lips, her breath hot against his muzzle. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be lost in the moment.
This is my first time… Nurse Redheart thought, pecking his lips even further as her knees began to buckle, I hope he knows what he’s doing… It certainly does feel nice.
The two lightly smooched, pressing their lips more and more against each other, increasing the pressure and tension between them. Redheart opened her mouth to take a breath, in which Time Turner’s lips got sucked in. The two broke apart and blushed profusely, both of them having no clue what to do. It was like they were teenagers, fumbling about with passion without experience.
Redheart looked dearly into Time Turner’s deep, beautiful hazelnut eyes and stifled a girlish giggle. “Sorry about that, I’m not quite experienced yet. I feel like a filly again!”
Time Turner smacked his lips, noticing an unusual salty taste with a familiar musky scent. So this is what I taste like, huh. Like shrimp. Fascinating, he mused. It wasn’t everyday a stallion got a taste of his own medicine, after all. Hm… medicine. Heh. “Well, there’s only one way to learn, isn’t there?”
She nodded in agreement before stepping forward, bring her lips against his. Their jaws opened, allowing their tongues to slip inside each other. To Time Turner, her tongue was burning hot and wet, and madly exploring his cavern. He tried to return the zeal in equal force, but found himself being pushed back, his rear bouncing against the table.
Nurse Redheart found his tongue not unlike a dick, but lacking the finest qualities she endeared. She wanted more, more. Her passionate, predatory onslaught crumbled her partner’s defenses as she pushed and pushed, her chest pressing against his. Their fur brushed together as she rubbed herself on him, his forelegs slowly rising from the floor. With a gentle shove, she pushed him back onto the table and wrapped her forelegs around his neck as she joined him, never once breaking their tongues’ embrace.
Time Turner panted as his little stallion began to reawaken with the beautiful mare on top of him. Leaning him back against the table, her hind legs on the floor supporting her weight, she began to rub against his crotch. Using the knee of her hindleg, she teased his little monster until it would beg for more.
Slowly, as to not bump his sizeable package, she wrapped her lifted hind leg around his. Like with her chest, she began rubbing her cunt against him, their arousal leaking and mixing together.
The tip of his semi-erect penis was inching its way to her wet pussy, twitching time to time. It begged for entrance as he felt the moist opening of her marehood. Time Turner grunted, feeling that he was in an uncomfortable position. Nurse Redheart grimaced as well, moving her vagina away from his disappointed dick.
“Uh, how are we going to do this?” she asked, looking at Time Turner’s stiff member. She was a nurse, not a sex-ed teacher. Missionary, perhaps?
“Why don’t you lie down on the bed?” he suggested, sliding off the hospital mat. The nurse got on the bed with her back on it and spread her legs. She blushed and looked away, feeling embarrassed in the position she was in. The tables had turned, now she was the vulnerable patient to be gawked at.
Time Turner gulped and saw the bedsheets getting soaked drop by drop from her wet pussy. With her forelegs resting at her sides and her hind legs completely separated, it created a wonderful visage for the horny stallion. He stepped closer and placed a tentative hoof between her legs, ready to crawl on top. However, he faltered as he eyed her pleasant thighs, brushing his hoof against the smooth interior.
She gasped and began to drool as Time Turner set to work, massaging the innermost of her thighs. He drew circles next to her hole, occasionally brushing past her opening and eliciting a shiver from the exposed mare. Sliding his hooves down her slender legs, he fondled the bottoms of hers, slightly tickling the gigglish mare. He wrapped his fetlocks around her and brought them up, tracing his hooves over her cutie mark.
Giving her ass a tight, quick squeeze, he leaned forward to her musky marehood and gave it a quick lick. A quiet groan signaled Redheart’s approval, prompting him to kiss her vagina and slip his tongue inside. The folds were much tighter than he expected, requiring extra effort to maintain a comfortable level of dexterity for the mare. He explored her cavern cradling every nook and cranny.
“Hi-hi-higher!” Redheart panted, guiding Time Turner upward her vagina. The tip of his tongue brushed against a protrusion in her cavern, causing her to gasp and her leaking arousal to increase. It was then Time Turner realized the location of the clitoris, an important note he filed away for future purposes. He flicked his tongue around it, wrapping his salivating serpent around her love button. Again and again he attacked her clit, bringing the mare to tears as she scrunched her muzzle and resisted the urge to cum on his face in return.
Time Turner became engrossed in his efforts, eating the pussy like a ravenous beast. Faster and faster he licked, erratically and with fervor. Despite his determination, his escalated breathing and heartbeat forced him to leave the comfort of her walls and bring his head outside for a breath of fresh air.
Nurse Redheart panted, her pink locks dripping with sweat and completely strewn on the table. She motioned weakly with her forelegs, beckoning. “Come here, already. I’m waiting, sweetheart.”
Time Turner gingerly placed his forelegs to the nurse’s sides, crawling up without pressing against the nurse and hurting her. Once on top, he pressed his lips against her’s for another kiss, this time with him in charge. Pressing their chests together, he began to grind against her, his member leaking precum just outside her entrance.
He lifted his pelvis as she bit his bottom lip, tugging at it in their deep kiss. He thrust down, trying to gain entrance, but his dick missed the mark. The two continued their embrace, but the passion began to die down as his useless humping became apparent, bringing confusion to the couple. Regardless, the two kept at it, even if they couldn’t get the position right. Like gears grinding together: sexual gears of procreation. Coitus soon to be interrupted.
The two, completely lost in lust as the Time Turner pleasure the nurse, didn’t even perk their ears when the door opened and Doctor Stable walked inside.
The doctor muttered to himself as he scribbled on his notepad with magic, his suggestively-sized horn glowing with refined, arcane power. Finishing up his last notes on the patient and current information, he looked up from his notepad. Directly at the embracing couples.
“What in Celestia’s mane…” he gasped, losing concentration and dropping the notepad and quill. He furrowed his brow, squinting in rage. “Goddamnit, Redheart! You know better than this!”
The couple jolted, Time Turner leaned up from Redheart as her forelegs lingered across his back, mid-stroke. Redheart was blushing like a flower, embarassed and fearing for her job. “Uh, D-Doctor Stable! It’s so n-nice to see you!” She began to hyperventilate as beads of anxious sweat dripped from the nervous stallion above.
“Damn straight this isn’t what it looks like!” Doctor Stable barked as he trotted to a random cupboard and pulled out a roll of gauze. “Stupid nurses, always so naive. Not even doing it right.” He turned around and tossed the roll to the table, his aim true enough to land it right next to Redheart. “There, that oughta help. Have fun, you two.” He turned around to the door and began to make his exit.
Redheart’s cum-plastered jaw dropped. “T-that’s it? You’re just leaving?”
Doctor Stable turned his head to smirk at her, wiggling his flanks playfully. “You think you’re the first nurse to play around with her patient? Just don’t touch any instruments and you should be fine; sterilization is a bitch.” He turned away and walked out the door, muttering something about a tight patient.
Time Turner blinked, wondering what the hell had just happened as he climbed off the mare and table, his mood sufficiently killed. He stood up and smartly adjusted his tie. Redheart leaned up into a sitting position and looked down at the roll of gauze before picking it up with a hoof. A smile formed, a naughty whim penetrated her thoughts.
“Oh Timey~” she sang, drawing his attention back to her. She waved her hoof with the roll of gauze, a half-lidded stare into her eyes and a cute little scrunch. His member, still at attention, pulsed its approval yet his mind slipped on the cue.
“What?” he deadpanned, staring that gauze in bewilderment. He had no idea what she was doing, nor trying to imply.
Redheart bit her lip in sexual frustration and rolled her eyes. Throwing some subtlety out the window, she took the edge of the gauze with her teeth and stretched it out in one fluid motion, a twist of her neck.
Oh. It finally clicked in him. He moved forward and took the tape from her as she leaped down from the table. Nervously, as it was their first time doing anything remotely kinky, they moved to the center of the hospital room (now locked, courtesy of Doctor Stable) in order to finish their business.
Time Turner fumbled with the gauze for a moment, lacking Redheart’s trained dexterity. His attempts proved fruitless, however, as the gauze began to glow. It slipped away from his grasp, levitating before them, spinning. It spun faster and faster, a spherical blur of gauze, and illuminated the room in an arcane, sparkling glow.
A bright flash blinded Time Turner, forcing him to shield his teary eyes.
A heartbeat later, the blinding light died down. Time Turner lowered his hoof, greeting his eyes with a splendid sight.
Bandages constricted the nurse’s movements, tightening more so as she wiggled in her compromising position. Her forelegs were plastered against her barrel, completely wrapped up in magical bandage. Nurse Redheart’s legs were spread wide open, her exposed marehood in clear sight of the stallion and leaking. Time Turner felt his little boy get excited and rise up, twitching towards her pussy.
Before questioning the sudden turn of the events, the two ponies mentally reminded themselves to shut up and enjoy the moment. They had gotten the hint from the doctor: ponies mount. It was Time Turner’s duty to mount his mare, to make her his just like nature intended ponies to do.
“P-Please be gentle!” Nurse Redheart said nervously, feeling intense heat in between her thighs. She briefly mused about her word choice, finding it was like something from a teenager’s porn magazine. Seriously, who says that? She wiggled in her bonds, struggling ever so slightly, and finding herself moist as the exhilaration of helplessness settled in. Whether she was going to thank or slap Doctor Stable for his kinky enchantments was up in the air, right now was sex time.
The stallion gulped and felt himself get harder by each passing second. Nurse Redheart’s wet pussy was twitching, aching for something inside it. Her juicy flank was going side to side, teasing him to make him lick his lips.
“I-I’ll be gentle,” Time Turner said very nervously, shuffling his hooves. He made to move over her, but something inside him hesitated. He began to shake, stage fright beginning to take ahold of him. W-what’s going on?
Redheart narrowed her eyes and tried to peer from her peripheral vision, feeling a nervous air between them. Opting for a little tease, she gave a quick shake of her flanks and swished her tail around. “Doctor, Doctor! I think I have an injury!”
Time Turner broke out of his mental prison with a chuckle. Humor in a sexual atmosphere did wonders for a stallion’s nerves. His member twitched with each laugh, only getting harder. “What is it, Miss Redheart?”
“My pussy hurts!”
‘Doctor’ Time Turner laughed, standing up on his hind hooves and grasping her vulnerable haunches with his front hooves. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to diagnose it… WITH MY DICK!”
With his rock hard dick out, Time Turner grabbed Nurse Redheart’s body and slowly inserted himself inside her. The tip slowly penetrated inside her tight and small pussy, sending an amazing sensation all over his body.
Nurse Redheart exclaimed a yell out, feeling the gigantic tool expand her womb. “Eh, ah, ahhh!!” the nurse cried out. She bit her lip and grimaced, feeling herself sliding down on top of him. Time Turner thrusted himself inside further, feeling his entire girth burrow through. Nurse Redheart let out a gasp, and yelled out in pleasure. Gasping for breath, she looked back and whimpered a bit. Time Turner began to slowly slide out and return inside in rough rhythm, forcing Nurse Redheart’s gaze to return forward. He went at a steady rate, penetrating deep inside.
He grunted, using his hips and weight to keep going on. With the momentum, each thrust made Redheart cry out even louder.
“Eh, ah!!” she said, feeling Time Turner’s pelvis against the entrance of her pussy. Vaginal juices dripped out from her marehood, staining the bandages and floor. Increasing his speed,
Oh god, I forgot to use protection! Dammit! I have to pull out so I don't get her pregnant! I can't be a dad with a little filly around and raise her with... Redheart. Wait, if I get her pregnant, we'll rut each other for the rest of our lives! This is perfect! OVARIES! PREPARE THYSELVES!
Hot liquid pumped inside Redheart, filling her ravenous womb and eliciting a pleasure sigh. Time Turner, after his member quivered and quivered to empty itself, pulled out and laid on top of her. The bandages, losing their magical charge, fell limp and allowed the two ponies to fall onto the floor. Embracing, still, and lightly panting, the two shared a quick peck before falling asleep in a puddle of their fluids.
There were a few clouds in the sky, but that didn’t stop from the sunlight breaking through. High above, a grayish and yellow blur made a cloud spin. The wind blew through the pegasus’ ears, a goofy and clumsy smile upon her face. By the name of Derpy, she soared the sky with grace at first.
“Whee!” she giggled, doing a full circle followed by a smooth dive. Her flying techniques weren’t perfect, but she was having fun. That mattered to her most. Derpy suddenly lost control and veered left to right, trying to have her wings synchronize with each other. However, a tree laid in her wait, gladly holding out its branches and embraced her.
“Mmph!!” she grunted, enveloped by the leaves of the trees. Derpy popped out headfirst from the brush with a bird nest upon on her head. The little chicks tweeted in a medley melody, catching Derpy’s attention. With a confused look, she used her hooves to take it off her head.
“How did my head get under the nest?” she asked herself, gently placing the nest onto a nearby branch. Derpy smiled and waved at the little chicks and glided to the ground. Still a smile on her face, a saddlebag from the branches above fell down. It landed on top of Derpy’s back with superb accuracy. Derpy continued to walk on, humming a small tune to herself.
“Is it still in there?” she asked herself, digging her muzzle in the saddlebag. “Yep!!”
She skipped along the rows of houses and stopped at a small little home. Derpy took a deep breath before knocking on the door with her hooves. After a couple of knocks, she patiently waited for an answer. The door opened, feeling her heart jump at the sight of the beautiful brown eyes.
“Derpy!!” Time Turner greeted warmly, “Hey!!”
“Hi, Time Turner,” she replied with a smile, “I was wondering if you some time on your hooves.”
“Oh, I do!” he said, “Please, come in.” he said, moving out of the way for Derpy, “I have a few things to say myself.”
Derpy walked inside, leaving Time Turner to poke his head out of the door and look both ways. He looked both left and right before closing the door. Derpy sat comfortably on a cushion, digging through her saddlebag. Her face then lit up and turned red a little. She took a deep breath when Time Turner suddenly exclaimed.
“Oh, Derpy, I’m so glad you came!!” he said with a bright smile, “You were the first pony I wanted to tell!”
Derpy blushed. “Uh, tell me what?” she asked, fiddling her hoof inside the saddlebag.
“I’m getting married!!” he said, jumping towards Derpy with joy, “I’m going to get married!!”
Derpy’s smile turned into a sad expression, leaving her to look down at her saddlebag.
“Y-You’re getting married?” she asked weakly.
“Yes!!” Time Turner exclaimed cheerfully, “I know it’s all so sudden, but I know it’s the right choice!!”
What the brown stallion didn’t know was that the gray mare in front of him was tearing up. Tears were starting to form at Derpy’s eyes and started to flow down.
“That’s why I want you to-” Time Turner said, looking towards her before stopping, “Derpy?” he said, looking at the cushion and then towards the door. It was gaping wide open right at the confused brown stallion. He rubbed his head and wondered.
“Huh? Did I say something?” he said.
Derpy galloped through town, fighting the tears from her eyes. They dripped from her face down to her chin. Between gasps of air from her running and broken heart, she dropped her saddlebag on the ground. It clicked open, releasing a small card to flutter out. It hit the ground softly, drifting with the wind. It was a plain white card with nothing on either side. The wind suddenly picked up and opened the card.
Inside it was a hoof-drawn picture of Derpy and Time Turner hugging. A giant red heart was bordering the picture, along with five words.
I Love You, Time Turner. it said.
The wind then swooped up the card high up into the air. The breeze carried the card into sky, soaring high above the clouds. It floated out of Ponyville and rose even higher. But eventually, it flew out of sight. To be never seen again.
Author's Note
Flinty and I had been working on this for quite some time. And I gotta' say, I love how it turned out.
