Caramel cursed when he noticed the sun setting from the window beside him. As close as it was to the night and as eager as he was to get to sleep, Caramel couldn’t help but to shuffle around anxiously at the thought of being let out the next day.
He hated having to stay in the hospital, even if it was just for a day. A broken wrist and leg and you were stuck in the damn hospital for at least one day before they let you out. Needed to let it ‘heal a little bit’ before he was good to go. He hated the way it worked in Ponyville, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it other than complain to the doctors. To make things worse, Caramel couldn’t be stuck in one position for more than five minutes. He was just itching to get up and do something, and the fact that he couldn’t do anything now made the feeling of boredom worse.
Being stuck in the hospital made him regret showing up for his part-time job down at the Apple Family’s Farm. Helping the mare paint her barn again only to have fallen because her damned dog ran into the ladder. It was something like that that made him more of a cat person.
Caramel groaned in a mix of pain and frustration when he tried to scratch an itch on his back. The muscles in his leg ached when he tried to lift himself only a smidge to try and reach the itch, growling in anger when it was out of his reach. He just sat there, arms crossed and pouting like a child having finished a tantrum afterwards, staring at the dull blue walls. He tried hard not to imagine himself outside the next day, walking around with crutches, free of the hell he considered himself to be in now.
Celestia, why don’t you just kill me now? Caramel thought looking back outside, watching as colts and fillies played and stallions and mares either coming home from a hard day of work or leaving home for an evening stroll. Whatever the reason was, Caramel felt anger welling up just by watching all of them being free. He quickly dropped the blinds down before going back to staring at the wall. If there was one thing he was actually happy about, it was having the whole room to himself. It was better to just let his anger out by muttering some insults and curses directed at no one in particular than needing to suppress all of it and bottle his anger up.
The only downside was the lack of a radio or anything else of that nature. Something to help him relax other than some ball to bounce on the wall, but Caramel didn’t want to risk dropping it and having to call the nurse.
But in a way, that was an upside to being in the hospital. The nurses that roamed the building, making sure the patients were alright or helping the doctors perform surgery, all of which were just too good looking to have actual degrees in the medical field. Hell, they weren’t just good looking; they were fucking hot.
When Caramel first walked through the doors and met Nurse Redheart, he could have sworn she shot him a wink while she walked away after the doctors had walked away. Thinking about it now, Caramel was starting to think that her ‘accidental’ pen drop and giving him a clear view of her striped panties wasn’t so accidental. Caramel slammed a hand against his face thinking about it now, realizing what she had done. Maybe she’d stop by later and give him a ‘special treatment’. Caramel couldn’t help but to smile at the thought of being alone with Nurse Redheart. Watching her round ass as she walked in, lust in her eyes and a clipboard pressed up against her bust.
Then there was the other nurses. A blue nutty one, who wasn’t as good looking as Redheart, but still had a rocking body. The way she gently ran her fingers through Caramel’s fur while she put the cast around his wrist made him sigh comfortably, but had to do his best to hide his ‘friend’ while she did so. Take the craziness away and she’d probably be a mare Caramel would like to spend a night with. Maybe even if she still had the nuttiness, Caramel thought that she’d still have a firm grip of what to do and they would enjoy themselves. And maybe she’d even have that: a firm grip.
The only one of the Nurses that came surprisingly close to touching Caramel’s meat, was Nurse Sweetheart. While she wrapped the cast around his leg, her elbow hovered closely over Caramel, giving him a thrilling view of under her breasts, each one the size of a bowling ball. Despite his leg being broken, her somewhat rough pulls were still arousing in a way. She smirked at Caramel when she was done, doing the same thing Nurse Redheart had done, only without the pen lifting her skirt only a little. Caramel clearly remembered the white stockings and part of her red panties though and that was one hell of a sight.
Caramel didn’t like only looking though. He wanted something from them, a special treatment from each one of them. Contrary to popular belief, Caramel was a pretty lonely stallion. At least when it came to mares. He was stuck outside late with his small group of friends at the local bar, yet all he did was sit there and check out the mares that walked in. Not once did he make a move on them, not after his attempt with Bon-Bon, who just laughed in his face, called Lyra over, told her and had the two mares sit and laugh. Even if they were drunk, Caramel just stopped talking to the mares in the bar for fear that it’d happen again.
The stallion looked towards the door and listened closely. He couldn’t hear anything or anyone, assuming it was safe to do what he’s always wanted to do since laying eyes on the fine mares in the hospital. He reached down slowly, his good hand reaching underneath the blanket, under the patient gown he wore and under his boxers. He felt himself harden at the thought of being with Nurse Redheart, imagining the things they’d do if they were alone.
Okay Caramel, he thought. Let’s make this quick.
Caramel firmly grasped his stallionhood, and stroked himself slowly, his eyes shut and deep in his imagination. The imagined Redheart’s tongue starting from the base of his cock and slowly licking up to the tip, only to start back down at the base. The lustful look in her eyes as she bent down beside him, hands on the railing of the wide bed, tasting his length. She looked him in the eyes, as if saying, ‘you’re going to love this’ before looking back at the door.
Before she could do anything else, Caramel cracked one eye open and glanced at the door and listened carefully again. He heard nothing and completely shut his eyes again, going back to his self-pleasure.
Nurse Redheart appeared beside him again before her lower lip made contact with Caramel’s dick, eventually taking his whole girth in her mouth, resting her head there at the tip, her tongue practically performing magic on the tip of his cock. Caramel stroked himself faster in reality, disappointed with the fact that he couldn’t simulate the feeling of her mouth around him in real life.
Regardless of what he could and couldn’t do, Caramel continued to sit in the hospital bed, leg suspended in the air and broken wrist sitting beside him, clutching the blanket, masturbating to the thought of Nurse Redheart’s warm mouth wrapped around the tip of his dick.
She was back again, lowering her head slowly, eyes closed as she tried to take the whole length down her throat, stopping midway to pull it out of her mouth. Taking a deep breath, she left a trail of saliva as she pulled away, smiling as she took her hand, grasped his throbbing cock and started stroking the bottom portion of it. She stroked faster before wrapping her mouth around him again, taking it even deeper than before, bobbing her head up and down.
Caramel moaned loudly, knowing she wasn’t really there, but kept a firm grip on his friend, moving his hand from the base to the tip faster and faster, the pressure building up. Redheart’s eyes opened, looking up at the pleasured Caramel, his cock still stuffed in her mouth. The pressure was building, almost becoming too much for Caramel to take. She sped up, saying something as she did so, her mouth still full of meat. Caramel paid it no mind, but his eyes whipped open when he heard it again and realized that it wasn’t from the daydream.
Just as the door to the room opened, Caramel sprayed his hot cum, the fabric of his boxers catching just about all of it, save for a spurt of cum on his thumb. He tried to suppress a moan, and lifted his hand back from underneath the blankets, placing it over his chest, the thumping of his heart making its way to his throat. He swallowed it back down, but the lump came again when he realized who came through the door.
“I-is there something you need, Nurse Redheart?” Caramel asked trying to keep himself calm. Nurse Redheart was accompanied by Sweetheart, who had a small cherry lollipop in her mouth.
“We heard you making some noise,” Redheart explained, still holding the clipboard close to her chest, squeezing against her boobs like she was trying to tease Caramel. She had a devilish look in her eyes as if she knew what he was doing. “And I could have sworn I heard you say my name.”
“Oh, that must’ve been further down the hall!” Caramel laughed nervously, looking at the two mares. “I was just sitting in here. By myself. No one else. Just me.”
“Right,” Redheart smirked. “Well, it’s time for your checkup anyway.”
Checkup? Caramel wondered.
“Oh, you go on and get back to the front desk Redheart,” The pink mare told her. “I’ll handle the checkup.”
Sweetheart said the word like it was some kind of dirty term. When Redheart left the room, she winked at Caramel again, smirking as she closed the door. Caramel felt the color drain from his face when Sweetheart pressed a hand against the door and slowly locked it, smiling deviously at the stallion, the lollipop still in her mouth. Caramel felt himself get excited again when she approached, her heels clicking loudly along the floor.
“So,” She said, a sensual tone in her voice and placing a hand on her hip. “You weren’t doing anything hmm?”
She grabbed his hand, the one placed on his chest, and placed his thumb in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it her lollipop dancing around Caramel’s thumb. She closed her eyes and let out an audible sound of enjoyment.
“So,” She mused, Caramel’s hand in hers. “Jerkin’ it were we?”
Caramel’s mouth hung open, trying to give her a clear answer, but all she did was shush him. She kept the same devilish smile Redheart had seconds ago as she lifted the blanket up as well as his patient gown, revealing his boxers with a dark stain on it from his recent orgasm.
“Ooh, well someone had a good time,” Her half lidded eyes stared at the rising bulge underneath. “And he’s about to have another one.”
She lifted his undergarments, his dick still covered in his semen. Her eyes went wide and her smile grew wider. She touched it like it was some kind of alien species before grasping it with her glove covered hand. She stroked it lightly, avoiding contact with the sticky substance.
“It’s time for a cleanup!” She said eagerly, pulling a chair up beside the bed and holding her lollipop in her unoccupied hand. Caramel opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words, he let out a moan, her mouth wrapping around his shaft much like Redheart had done in his daydream. But this was so much better. Her tongue worked around his length, taking in his hot sperm. She bobbed her head slightly, sending waves of pleasure through Caramel’s body.
Sweetheart lifted herself from Caramel, having sucked away most of the cum. She rubbed his dick gently, soon after grasping it firmly and began to move swiftly up and down his shaft. Caramel had his eyes on the ceiling, practically drooling from the pleasure she was sending through him. It was different having someone else touch him that way. She knew exactly what she was doing and the material of her glove against his cock was even better.
When Caramel looked back down, he felt Sweetheart’s moist lips on his. Her lips tasted like cherries and were smooth on his. Her tongue longed for an entrance, and once Carmel allowed for one, she was met with his. She moaned when the stallion’s hand placed itself on her back and rubbed along her shoulder. Before he could go any lower, she pulled away and stuffed her mouth full of his length, taking in every inch of it.
She worked her tongue around the shaft, looking up at Caramel with a sultry look. He smiled as she began to bob her head up and down, starting off slow, but gaining speed as she sucked. She took in the whole length of Caramel’s dick before she lifted up and took a deep breath.
“Let’s have some real fun,” Sweetheart spoke, her voice quiet. She stood up and lifted her skirt, her red panties almost dripping wet. She took them off, her pussy wetter than anything Caramel had seen. She tossed her panties aside and took off her gloves, keeping Caramel eagerly waiting. The painfully slow speed in which she did it made the stallion even harder, anticipating exploring her moist pussy with his phallus.
Sweetheart lifted a leg and began to climb on top of Caramel, ignoring his hurt leg. When she rested herself on his stomach, a few muscles began to pull, making his leg ache tremendously and causing him to wince in pain. She looked back at his leg with a questioning look, but when Caramel placed a hand on her soft, pink hip, she continued, though now more cautiously.
She raised herself above Caramel’s throbbing member, rubbing her moist lips against his cock, letting out soft moans of pleasure. They stared into each others eyes, Caramel taking in every moment of this, Sweetheart propping her lollipop back in her mouth and using her hand to unbutton her uniform. She left it open, her two large breasts held back only by her bra, and grabbed Caramel’s thick cock, directing it towards her entrance.
With a few more rubs with the tip, Sweetheart began to lower herself, moaning louder as Caramel’s hard erection entered her body. Her tight moist walls hugged Caramel as she let him go in deeper and deeper. He bit his lower lip, trying to ignore the aching muscles in his leg and focus more on the pleasure of having Sweetheart’s tight vagina wrap around his girth. When they felt each other, Sweetheart instantly jumped back up and slowly let Caramel’s cock back inside.
“Oh!” She moaned when Caramel’s hand touched her breast, gently caressing it with his free hand. A grin grew on her face, when she let herself back down on Caramel’s hips. She reached back and fiddled around with her bra before it came off, showing her two fun-sized breasts. She turned again, taking Caramel’s leg and resting down on the bed instead of having it dangle in the air. The aching was still there, but not as bad as before.
“That should help you,” Sweetheart said, placing her hands on Caramel’s chest. She rocked back and forth, massaging his cock with her pussy before she started to move up and bring herself down. With his good hand on a breast and the other on her hip, Caramel massaged with one hand and brought the nurse down on his cock with the other, pleasure building up in both of them.
Sweetheart covered her mouth with one hand, her moans becoming louder than she anticipated. Caramel’s warm member pumping in and out of the mare made her lean down on him, both of his hands on her soft ass, bringing her down every time she brought herself up. Her tight walls began to loosen up and both ponies increased their speed, Caramel ignoring the pain in his leg and focusing more on the overwhelming pleasure in his cock.
Sweetheart let out a long high pitched moan, her vagina tensing up as Caramel continued to pound her pussy. Lewd slapping sounds echoed in the empty room, becoming darker and darker as the sun finally set. Caramel slowed himself when Sweetheart’s hand placed itself in his hip and she tried to mutter “Slower, slower,” over and over through her sighs.
She brought the stallion back in for another kiss, sloppier than the one before. She raised herself and plopped back down, speeding up her pace, Caramel thrusting upwards, the pressure and pleasure building up again.
“Oh Fuck!” Sweetheart groaned, sitting up and grabbing her tits. “Caramel!
Caramel only tightened up, releasing his seed into Sweetheart’s womb. Both ponies moaned loudly, not caring who heard them. Sweetheart bounced on top of Caramel’s member, riding out their orgasms.
“Holy Celestia,” Caramel whispered, rubbing Sweetheart’s smooth flanks.
The sound of the door closing startled both of them, Nurse Redheart standing by the door. Her keys jingled as she locked the door and began to undo her outfit.
“Think you’re ready for round two?”
