The Infection Of Ponyville
Curiosity killed the cat...
"Now, take two of these in the morning, and one of these at night. Can you do that Mr. Candlewick?"
The old pony smiled brightly, nodding his head.
"Good, I will see you two weeks from now then, alright?"
“Yes, Ms. Redheart. I’ll see you then,” the elderly pony replied with a smile as he left the nurse to herself.
Nurse Redheart sighed, leaning back in her chair as she watched her patient walk out of the Ponyville General Hospital. Her position as Head Nurse came with its benefits, and it was always worth the smiles she saw on her patients’ faces, even if the job was a bit tiring.
Redheart was known by mostly all of Ponyville for being one who took her job seriously. If a pony got sick Redheart would find the proper cure in no time at all. Of course, certain diseases that were rarer and more obscure required the help of Zecora, the local Zebrican Medicine Mare. More times than any, Redheart would turn to her zebra friend for help and, over time, a friendship started to bloom between them. Redheart often took Zecora out on the weekends for a drink, learning from the wise sage while chatting about local gossip and other interesting tidbits about their lives.
Redheart was different from the other nurses, different from most of Ponyville’s mares for that matter. what many didn't know was that Redheart was a virgin, despite her maturity and physical appeal. Redheart was Ponyville’s unobtainable mare, and while many stallions competed for her hoof, she turned them all away.
She liked it.
Redheart enjoyed the attention she received, and even teased the locals a bit. Often, she would wear lace stockings around the hospital ward, with her labcoat just showing the bottom of her silky panties. Stallions would stare at her as she walked down hallways or streets. Anywhere in fact. More often than not, she would hear a resounding smack from a stallion’s mare along with a few choice words to boot.
Redheart knew it was effective. She just didn't quite know how effective she really was....
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Deep in the everfree; in a cave not unlike that of which housed the legendary mirror pool, a creature had awoken. Bound in a stone prison long ago by a unicorn wizard, the spell which sealed it within had finally broken. Once known as The Tentacle, its appearance was that of a snake, except with no scales, and rather skinlike in texture, shaped much like that of a stallion’s cock. It was a brown color, and could easily be mistaken for a tree branch or root. It had no eyes, ears, or mouth, but it didn't need them. Somehow, possibly with magic, it could see and hear without the use of eyes or ears. It could sense life with its body, and though it was slow and sluggish from its many years of imprisonment, it had one goal. Reproduction.
But it could only reproduce with a host, and it sensed many hosts not far away.
It crawled slowly towards the entrance of its cave, slithering around the boulder that hid the cavern from view. Moss and vines helped greatly to conceal the entrance, and the environment inside was perfect for a creature such as it. It left a faint trail of slime behind it as it went, and even though it was small for now, it knew that it only needed one host to start its process. But then it paused, feeling the presence of a host stronger than the rest, a host that was getting closer to its location. It moved quickly towards the creature it sensed, and paused outside of a tree. It could hear the voices inside, the voices of two mares, one matching the foreign tone of a zebra while the other sounded like a seasoned pony in her prime. The snakelike creature went to the window, peering inside to see.
"It’s the weirdest thing Zecora, I can't tell what symptoms she seems to be having!"
Redheart was pacing slightly, seeming unsure.
.
"To find the answer that you seek, I can give a potion a little tweak,” Zecora replied with a tone that showed she knew on how to fix Redheart’s dilemma. “The problem she has will be cured, even if the problem is absurd."
Redheart sighed, relief on her face.
"Thank you Zecora, you have no idea how much I appreciate this. Can I pick it up in two days?"
Zecora nodded gently, smiling as she did.
"Indeed. Now you must go, for I have the ingredients to grow."
Redheart closed the door of Zecora’s hut behind herself as she stepped outside, flipping up the hood of her black cloak.
Snap!
Redheart twirled in the direction of the noise, ears up, her legs positioning her in a defensive pose, worried she was about to deal with a cockatrice or even a manticore. Much to her surprise, it was a small bird that was fleeing from her and, with a deep sigh, she eased herself from the tension. Turning again, she trotted towards Ponyville with a smile on her face, oblivious to the creature that just slithered into her bag.
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The Tentacle creature rode silently in Redheart’s saddlebag. It was nestled close to her flank, feeling the vibrations of her strong heartbeat as she traveled. It had found the perfect host, and far too easily. Since its time, things had obviously changed. Never before would it be this easy. The ponies of this day and age were more defenseless and even careless. Perhaps it had been the defeat of the Nightmare, or the defeat of Chaos that had assured these ponies of their safety. The creature did not know of Discord’s reform, or the defeat of Nightmare Moon. Centuries of being sealed in stone had dulled its senses, and even though its intelligence was great, it would be slow in mind until it completed its reproduction process.
Redheart was obvlious for the most part. She stopped at the edge of the Everfree and adjusted her saddlebags. The left one was heavier... strangely enough, and she was tempted to check why. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just her over-analyzing it. She wasn’t far from home and decided to not worry about it until she got back. The sun was high, and Redheart was sweating slightly, each bead of sweat glistening in the sun only made her want to get home that much quicker.
As she walked by a certain piece of farmland, her father waved from his field as she trotted by. Redheart laughed and waved back. Her father had his sense of humor that only the two of them could fully understand, and he was proud of his daughter. True, he was a farmer, and his daughter was a Qualified Medical Doctor with a degree from Manehattan Medical College, but he didn't care. He knew he had raised Redheart well.
Redheart too was glad she had a father like him. She wasn’t as strong like Applejack, but had a body toned to perfection much like she did. And if she hadn't been raised as a farmer’s daughter, well, she might not be as good as she was. She trotted forwards once more and her father returned to plowing his field.
Entering Ponyville, Redheart donned her nurse cap, just in case somepony got injured and needed her help. Stallions gazed at her, the sweat in her fur making her shine in the white hot sunlight. Those males just couldn't get enough of her and, like usual, their better halves would remind them to look away.
She headed for Sugarcube Corner, seeking refreshment from the heat, and upon entering the store, she definitely found it, for inside were fans cooling the air. She sighed as the cool air washed over her, and noticing there was only one single waiting customer, she approached the counter. As Mr. Cake finished up with his customer, his eyes looked toward Redheart and tensed up, knowing very well she would lay on her charm. Redheart swayed her hips seductively and fluttered her eyelashes at him, knowing very well he couldn’t resist her charm.
Mr. Cake gulped nervously, trying to avoid staring. "W-what can I-I do for you miss?" he stuttered out, trying to look professional thanks to his wife working in the kitchen and in ear’s reach of listening in.
Redheart leaned on the counter, still teasing slightly.
"In this heat, I know what I could really use."
She continued staring into his eyes, leaning closer to him; her advance causing him to shiver.
"All I need is a nice, cold, iced tea."
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Redheart finished her drink, which had been so graciously given at a discount by Mr. Cake. Once she was done, she graciously brought her empty glass to the counter and blew a kiss in the direction of Mr. Cake. He blushed and smiled, whilst at the same time knocking over a mop bucket full of water. Redheart chuckled as she turned for the door. Hoisting on her saddlebags and exiting the store, she continued in the direction of her home.
On the way, she decided to stop by the hospital to check if she had messages, which she very seldom did. The bell rang above the door as it swung open, and one of the other nurses, Nurse TenderHeart, looked up.
"Ah, Red, how are you?"
Redheart smiled.
"I'm good, Tender. Any messages for me?"
"Not any major ones. Mrs. Trundles’ condition is improving though! She was sitting up in bed a while ago."
"Thats wonderful!" Redheart exclaimed, clapping her forehooves slightly. "She will be so happy to be up and about again."
"You're right," Tenderheart laughed and nodded in agreement. "She will indeed."
Redheart put her nurse’s cap on its hook and headed for the door again.
"If there isn’t anything in need of me, I think I’ll make my way home."
Tender smiled.
"I’ll call you if you are needed."
Later, Redheart would discover that she would need somepony herself....
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Redheart shut her door, hung her saddlebags on the hook, and headed for the kitchen. The walk home had been short, as she had only stopped to smell, and then eat, a couple roses.
The creature, however, needed somewhere to hide for the time being, and cautiously slithered out of her saddlebags. It moved behind an aquarium before it climbed into it and dropped itself into the water. Quickly hiding itself underneath the generous amount of pebbles in the bottom, it waited.
Redheart, hearing the splash, leaned around the corner, an eyebrow raised quizzically. Seeing nothing, she went back to whatever it was that was occupying her.
"Silly fish."
The day passed uneventfully as the creature within the fishtank watched Redheart go about her day, learning about her, learning when would be a good time to strike. Eventually though, as night fell, Redheart slowed in her business. After her supper, she cleaned a bit, then she went upstairs.
The creature quickly left the tank and went up the stairs after her. It found her in the bathroom as she was preparing a bath and lighting some candles, hiding beneath the sink as Redheart closed the bathroom door just a bit. As she turned off the water, the candles cast shadows everywhere with their flickering light, making the scene feel peaceful and relaxed.
The Tentacle watched as Redheart stepped into the tub, giving it a perfect view of her pussy lips. They were refined and full, definitely made for bearing foals. She sank slowly into the water, letting out a sigh, as the creature quietly moved to the side of the bathtub.
Redheart knew nothing of its presence and began to envision what it would be like to be with a stallion for the first time. The size of their huge, meaty cocks penetrating her hot, wet holt with anything but dignity and grace. Her hoof moved down towards her pussy as she imagined herself being rutted while sucking off another stallion, spit roast style. A daily ritual for the mare; as much as she wanted a stallion, she knew her own body better than anypony else and settled for a hoof. The creature watched her as she masturbated, but it decided to let her get to a heightened level of arousal, not wanting to scare her when it made its appearance, and slid slowly into the water without a sound.
It waited and watched as her hoof continuously worked in a fluid motion. It could hear her moaning softly and felt her arousal seeping into the bath water, making it wiggle with anticipation and need. Finally, as it found her body suitable, it poked its head out of the water and slithered onto the railing of the tub. Wanting to get her attention, it leaned over the water and started to smack its tip against it.
The slapping brought the mare out of her blissful state and, opening her eyes, she nearly had a heart attack as she saw something very similar to a snake with no eyes sitting at the end of her tub.
“AHHHH!!!” she screamed as she brought her hooves to her chest and looked on with a fearful stare.
Although the scream made it shiver, the tentacle sat still, staring into her eyes. It wiggled about to make itself appear unmenacing, and for the most part, it worked. Though she was still scared out of her mind, Redheart watched the interesting creature wiggle and squirm about. Had she not been so far into her nightly ritual, she would have got out and got something to scare the creature away. Instead, she watched and wondered, her mind taking in its interesting shape and how it looked like it could fit perfectly into her... no... she wasn't just going to think like that about this thing.
Wanting to move in, the creature slithered along the bath edge, slowly making its way to her body. As it moved, Redheart’s heart started to race. More parts of her brain wondered what it wanted. Answering her, the creature gingerly reached out and tried to touch her hoof.
“What exactly are you?” Redheart muttered as she pulled away but found her curiosity growing.
Seeing her still fearful of it, the tentacle drooped itself down in a depressed manner, hoping that its façade would draw her in. It worked and Redheart debated for a few seconds before she slowly reached out.
“Maybe the princess knows what you are,” Redheart spoke as her hoof met the slimy appendage.
Feeling her touch, the creature wiggled and grew excited. The contact was enough for it to dive into the water and take her for itself, but it knew better. It would play her, act innocent in hopes it would gain her favor and reproduce. Wrapping itself around her hoof, Redheart winced as it hugged her gently and patted its tip against her.
“You doesn't... seem threatening,” she thought as she pulled it closer to her body. “You actually look… cute, in a way,” Redheart giggled.
Feeling her warm body touch itself, The Tentacle placed its tip against her heart and shuddered at the feeling. Indeed she was in her prime and at the peak of her health. She was perfect breeding material and The Tentacle knew she was the one. However, it needed to act fast, the scent of her arousal started to die away and it knew it was now or never. Letting go of her hoof, Redheart gasped as it fell into the water. Ready to pull it out, she stopped as it brushed against her trembling pussy, causing her to moan softly.
“Oh, Moon goddess.” She shuddered as it wiggled and teased her lips. “T-that feels wrong… but it feels… good.”
The Tentacle stopped and put its head above the water. Staring at her face, Redheart breathed heavily as she started to debate what it really wanted from her.
“You want to take me?” she questioned as her marehood begged to be touched again.
The Tentacle nodded its head, doing its best to convey its desires to her. For a few longer seconds Redheart debated. While she loved giving males attention and keeping her backside as refined and sharp as it could be,The Tentacle proved to be more than interesting enough to indulge in. She wanted to feel it wiggle inside of her, even though it was only because she was so horny it hurt, so she smiled at it.
“I am… interested in what you want to do to me,” she said to it as she spread her legs.
The creature obliged happily and dove back under the water.
It moved between her thighs now, poking her entrance and rubbing against it with relish. Redheart bit her lip, shivering to its attentions as she let it work against her. The Tentacle rubbed its tip between her lips, teasing her clitoris and prodding her opening. Redheart was close, and as the creature began to push inside her, she knew what was coming. Though the creature wasn’t overly thick, she still felt pain as it thrust into her. The pain didn't last long though, and the creature began to move slowly in and out, going farther with each push. Redheart was leaking juices from her pussy now, and the creature was absorbing them, gaining length from the nutrients.
It had coiled itself against the end of the tub, and as it began to thrust more, Redheart reached her orgasm. She came hard, crying out with pleasure, her juices washing over the creature as she squirted into the water. Even though there was the brief pause in her session beforehand, the feeling of being physically fucked by a different being, greatly aroused the mare and she came the hardest she ever did in her life.
The Tentacle absorbed that as well, and gained in girth. Redheart felt it grow in size and, thinking that was odd, opened her eyes. She almost screamed as she saw the creature growing, but she was in such a state of pleasure that she couldn't do anything about it. She moaned as she watched, the creature pumping in and out so much that she was close to hitting another pleasure peak. She let her head lie back again and closed her eyes, moaning and shivering. She told herself it was a dream, because it was impossible for such a creature to exist or even provide such pleasure.
But it felt amazing.
The creature refused to cease its movements, sensing much more pent up love juice inside the mare. It kept pumping and never stopped thrusting, doing its best to gain energy and provide the mare with satisfactory pleasure. She couldn't help but moan like a mare in heat as time went by. She moaned lustfully to the actions of the creature, and as she came over and over again, it grew yet more in length and girth. The bigger it got, the quicker her endless orgasms seemed to greet her.
The creature was full sized now, and had wrapped around her flanks and hind legs, thrusting hard and fast. She had never had this many orgasms, and she was close to losing count. Each thrust only caused her to squirt harder, and she knew that when the creature finished, it would be her biggest orgasm yet.
Redheart was in heaven, crying out with carnal screams of lust as she felt the tentacle send her to a place of pleasure many mares might never know. The Tentacle’s head began to swell, and she knew what was coming as it began to thrust harder and faster, pulsating with each motion. Redheart came again, her passage tightening around the creature as her orgasm only gained in intensity. It was all the tentacle needed. It came hard, spewing its sticky, white, warm cum into her nethers. It thrusted still, the flow of cum rushing like river rapids.
Redheart shook with pleasure, the orgasm that the creature had induced causing her to lie back, her eyes rolling up slightly. She gasped as she felt herself being filled, and even when the creature had filled her, it didn't stop thrusting or cumming. Redheart could feel her womb begin to swell as the amount of cum still gushing in torrents began to inflate and distend her. She looked like she was four months pregnant now. She was still riding high on her own orgasm, and what she was feeling now was bliss. She moaned and shook, barely able to do anything else. Finally, with one large thrust, the creature gushed all its seed into her. She looked like a six month pregnant mare, and as the creature stopped thrusting, she passed out, the pleasure finally overwhelming her. Falling into a slumber, Redheart found her body’s extensive swelling start to go down and lots, but not all, the creature’s seed seeping out of her hole.
The Tentacle had finished as well, and as it sensed that Redheart was unconscious, it began to slide deep into her, coiling itself into her passage and going in as far as it could go without damaging any internal organs. Before it was fully inside of her it reached for the plug holding the water in place.
With the pull of the plug and the gentle sighs of its host, the creature knew it had been victorious. Pulling itself back into her warm and wet hole, the creature rested and began to fully absorb the nutrients in her body and looked forward to finding other hosts for the next while.
