Just What The Nurse Ordered
Nurse Redheart: Professional Lion Teaser
Nurse Redheart is a nice pony.
Nurse Redheart is a pony who would never, ever hurt any of her patients.
But just because a pony is good on the outside, that doesn’t mean they aren’t harboring some….not so nice thoughts. That’s not to say Nurse Redheart is a bad pony, oh no, she would never do anything bad to one of her patients
But doing something naughty with them? Well there isn’t anything wrong with that now is there? Well, okay the law might say otherwise but who listens to that old thing? Now normally she wouldn’t dare try anything untoward with any of her patients, she loved and cared for them far too much to do something like that. But some patients aren’t exactly as nice as the others. Some patients aren’t exactly as easy to get along with as the others. Nurse Redheart would even go as far as to say that some patients are downright mean. Most nurses would try and ignore those trouble makers by simply giving them the most basic amount of care necessary before rushing out of their rooms to kinder locales. But Nurse Redheart was not like most nurses. She felt that you can turn any problem patient into a good patient, you just need to be willing to be a bit more…authoritative with them.
Sure, some ponies out there may find her methods rather questionable, but Redheart only used them on patients who truly needed to learn to be more compliant with her other nurses. And if Nurse Redheart just so happens to love her little corrective care, so much the better. And fortunately for Nurse Redheart, she just so happened to have one very naughty patient that needed a reminder on how to respect those trying to help her. A patient who just so happened to be giving her the strongest death glare she’s ever been given in her life: Gilda.
Gilda didn’t exactly know what was wrong with Nurse Redheart’s smile. It seemed a bit too cheery, a bit too friendly, a bit too pleasant. It looked like she was hiding something. Whatever it was Gilda didn’t like it one bit.
Gilda wasn’t on good terms with Ponyville’s head nurse. She’d been stuck in a hospital bed for the last month: the end result of a screw up in an aerial trick she was trying to pull off with Rainbow Dash. The accident had left her with both her arms and paws broken; the doctors said she was “lucky” that those were her only injuries.
‘Lucky, yeah right,’ Gilda thought. ‘Being stuck in a hospital for over a month ain’t my definition of luck’. The first couple of days she was there weren’t too bad, but as one week turned into two, and then into three her bitterness and anger got the better of her. Gilda knew she should’ve been kinder to the staff, but she couldn’t help it. She hated the stupid hospital gown, she hated not being able to fly, and she hated the fact that she going to be rotting in this stupid hospital for two more weeks. But the biggest thing she hated is the fact that she was completely reliant on the nurses to do everything for her: if she wanted to scratch her beak she needed to call them in, if she wanted to eat they’d have to feed her, and she hated the humiliation she feels every time they strip her down to bathe her. Her pride had been taking a beating these last few weeks, and she needed some way to unleash her frustrations. So what if a couple of the nurses’ feelings get hurt? Who cares?
But as much as Gilda wanted to yell at that stupid Earth pony, Nurse Redheart was only there because Gilda had called her there. Gilda had a problem and she knew that the only way she was going to get it solved was getting one of the nurses to fix it. Though that fact didn’t make it easy for Gilda to admit what her little problem was.
Nurse Redheart, still with a cheery smile plastered on her face, broke the silence. “So Gilda, how’s my favorite patient?”
Gilda magically found a way to frown even harder. “Cut the shit Redheart, we both know you hate me and I’m not exactly a big fan of you either,” Gilda said through clenched teeth.
Redheart was unfazed. “Oh I don’t hate you Gilda. I don’t hate any of my patients. They’re all important to me in their own special way.”
Gilda rolled her eyes at her saccharine comment. “Look,” Gilda started, “as much as I would love to lay here and get lied to all day long, I got a problem. One that a wingless mare like yourself has no experience in solving. Don’t you guys have a Pegasus working in this hospital?”
Nurse Redheart continued beaming at Gilda, “There are, but they all happen to be busy with the other patients. Plus you did kind of scare them all away.” Gilda smirked at the idea that all those lame ponies were afraid of her, it was the first time she felt powerful since she came to this hospital.
“So why haven’t you ran away?” Gilda asked.
“I’m the head nurse at this hospital. It would be quite unprofessional of me to be afraid of my own patients, Gilda. Plus I find your demeanor to be quite endearing.”
Gilda’s smirk grew. “Guess I’ll have to try a bit harder to scare you off.” She said, “I’ve always enjoyed a challenge.”
Nurse Redheart kept up her smile. ‘Oh my dear Gilda’ she thought, ‘I am going to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.’
“Regardless,” Redheart continued, “I’ve been well trained in helping all types of non-ponies, many of whom have wings like yourself. I am more than experienced to help you in whatever way I can. Now, what exactly is the problem?”
The smirk on Gilda’s face quickly faded. She knew that even if they brought in a Pegasus pony to help her it would still be utterly humiliating to admit that she needed to be preened. She hadn’t asked for help in that department for weeks, and the itchiness in her back was slowly driving her mad. She had hoped that a Pegasus would have been able to do a good job of fixing her up, but Gilda figured that beggars couldn’t be choosers and bit the bullet.
“My…my wings,” Gilda began, “they…um…need to be…taken care of.” Gilda felt like a complete dork saying that sentence.
“Oh, you needed to be preened!” Redheart exclaimed. ”Yes I do recall that you haven’t had your feathers thoroughly adjusted for a while. The staff reports that every time they tried to preen you during your bath time you would yell at them to leave you alone. The say that you happen to have very sensitive wings.”
“I don’t have sensitive wings!” Gilda screeched as a blush quickly grew on her face. “It’s just that…I don’t like being touched back there, that’s all.” Gilda hoped that Redheart would believe her lie.
‘We both know that’s bullshit, Gilda,’ Redheart’s mind chimed in. “Well Gilda, I would absolutely love to help preen you. Now let me just take off your gown.”
Gilda’s eyes widened. “Wait, why do I have to get naked? The gown has holes for my wings, so you can just grab at them, right? ”
Nurse Redheart knew that Gilda was right. She technically didn’t have to be naked to get her wings preened, but Redheart’s plan required Gilda to be taken down a few pegs, and she was well aware of the humiliation Gilda felt whenever her staff had to strip her down. Plus it didn’t hurt that Gilda happened to have a rocking body that Redheart loved to stare at.
“Yes the gown does allow access to your wings, but it will obscure my ability to fix many of the feathers,” Redheart lied, “now just stay still for a second.” Nurse Redheart quickly walked up to Gilda before reaching behind the griffon’s neck and untying the knot that was holding the gown in place. With one slow pull the gown began to slide of Gilda’s body, a feeling that made her feel viciously uncomfortable.
Gilda wasn’t one to feel ashamed about her body. Years of athleticism had toned it into a formidable yet sexy machine. But it was how the sensation of being stripped was oddly erotic that bugged the hell out of her. Gilda stood easily a foot over Nurse Redheart, and her biceps were twice the size of the slender arms of the earth pony; Gilda knew that she could easily tear her apart with her talons if she ever wanted to. But lying on that hospital bed with her arms trapped behind unmoving plaster she was completely powerless to stop whatever Redheart chose to do to her. Gilda couldn’t even kick her if she tried, the splint attached to her ankles forced her legs ramrod straight.
It was that feeling of being controlled by some pony so much smaller than her that messed with her head. It made her feel weird, it made her feel wrong. But just because her mind wasn’t fond of the situation didn’t mean her body wasn’t enjoying the experience; Gilda’s blush grew deeper as she felt her nipples slowly harden at the thought of the porcelain pony wielding absolute authority over her.
Nurse Redheart kept up her smile, making her work seem far more professional than her intentions were. Gilda’s reddened face and erect nipples weren’t lost on the mare; Redheart was thrilled that her plan was working. She slowly turned Gilda over onto her chest, careful not to put any pressure on her broken limbs. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out some preening oil, slathering a generous amount on to her hands.
Redheart began working the oil into Gilda’s wings, smirking as she heard the gasp that Gilda tried desperately to hide. She rubbed small circles on her feathers, slowly turning them from dull and dry to slicked and shiny. Gilda clenched her eyes shut, wishing that what was happening didn’t feel as good as it truly was. She bit her tongue as those expert finger found the broken feathers and slowly plucked them from her plumage, each one bringing her a wave of relief. Just the feeling of Redheart’s expert fingers reaching around and under her feathers, grabbing and adjusting each one into the correct direction was heavenly. Gilda didn’t want to admit she was enjoying this, that she wasn’t getting wet at the luxurious massage. Gilda felt that as long as she kept quiet Redheart would be completely unaware of how turned on she was.
Unfortunately for Gilda, Redheart was far more observant than the griffon thought she was. Even if Redheart didn’t hear the soft “oohs” and “ahs” that Gilda moaned into her pillow, even if Redheart couldn’t feel the quickening heartbeat in the veins of Gilda’s wings, Redheart could sure as hell smell how aroused Gilda was from the experience. Redheart decided to take advantage of this, “My word Gilda, I can see you’re really liking this!”
‘Oh fuck she knows,’ screamed Gilda’s mind. Panic rushed through her body, trying to quickly come up with any excuse for her libidinous reaction to something so routine. She was about to stutter a response before shutting her mouth in silence, figuring it was better to feign ignorance than be found out. Gilda knew that Nurse Redheart was fully aware that her wings were one of her secret erogenous zones, but she could feel that her preening was nearly over and hoped Redheart will simply forget about this entire incident. A part of Gilda was saddened that the preening was coming to an end, but she was glad that Redheart would finally leave her in peace.
That was until she heard Nurse Redheart slather even more preening oil onto her hands.
“Uh, Redheart what are you doing?” Gilda asked, “My wings feel pretty well preened.”
“Oh, I just missed a few spots, I’ll be done in just a second,” Redheart explained. Gilda could almost hear something sinister in how Redheart said that, and wasn’t sure if she should be afraid or not.
Nurse Redheart knew that the preening would put Gilda at ease, at least a little more at ease than before. She knew that if Gilda was completely wound up her plan to make Gilda finally be nice to her staff would be for naught, but in Gilda’s current state the griffon will be more than easily manipulated. Redheart pushed her fingers hard into the very base of Gilda’s wings, right where they attached to her back. Gilda didn’t even try to cover up her moan, the weeks of stress pent up in her wings bled out of her in that one moment. Redheart gently tugged and pulled at the knots in her tough muscle, admiring the soft flutter her wings gave in response.
As Redheart massaged Gilda’s back she began take in Gilda’s athletic form: the intricate web of muscles that made up Gilda’s back were nothing short of impressive. Redheart knew that Gilda could easily overpower her if she wasn’t bed ridden, and it pleased Redheart to know that such a soft, tiny little earth pony had complete and utter control over the hardened hunter that was Gilda. Redheart pulled her hands away to slather them in more preening oil, earning a frustrated huff from Gilda, and took the time to admire that firm, tight ass that Gilda was flaunting. Her lion tail swished and wagged like a playful puppy, wafting the aroma of her lust into the air. Redheart smiled as she saw a glistening torrent pour out of Gilda’s now slick cunt.
The nurse took her oil coated hands and softly massaged the wing bones themselves. Redheart was careful, Gilda may be strong but wings are definitely not, so she had to take her time with them. Plus the more time she took the more often Redheart got to hear Gilda’s throaty moans. Nurse Redheart slow worked her fingers up the very edge of the wing, taking extra time around each knuckle, stretching the muscle taught and then loose. Gilda felt trapped between heaven and hell: on the one claw she had never felt better. On the other, she wanted desperately to reach down and play with her pussy. Gilda was a very sexual griffon, spending as much time masturbating as she did flying, so being unable to pleasure herself for the last three weeks has been taking a toll on her psyche. Gilda didn’t know what the hell Redheart was doing, but she silently hoped that it would make her cum, hard.
But cumming was not going to be something Gilda was going to be doing for a while. Nurse Redheart knew that the easiest way to break someone was to place what they truly wanted just out of their reach. And Redheart knew her expert fingers could keep Gilda on that edge of orgasm for as long as she wanted, and Redheart wanted her to suffer for a very long time.
Nurse Redheart pulled her hands away from Gilda’s wings, and carefully turned her right onto her back. Redheart smiled as she saw the flushed look on Gilda’s face, the poorly hidden embarrassment and frustration evident in her eyes. Redheart took the time to admire her feathered friend: her chiseled abs, her muscular arms, her hefty pair of breasts. It was those breasts that intrigued Redheart the most: a part of her was envious of their size, a part of her relished that she was finally getting a chance to play with them. Redheart decided it was time to explain her plan to her patient.
“Now Gilda,” Redheart began, “You’ve been a very difficult patient. You’ve yelled at the orderlies, bossed the doctor around, and scared the entire nursing staff. Now you are going to be my patient for two more weeks, and I am more than willing to make your stay quite comfortable if you decide to be more cooperative with us.”
Gilda was shocked at what she was hearing. A part of her wanted to scream at her and tell her to go fuck herself, but Gilda knew that she really wasn’t in any position to be making threats. However she really didn’t like being coerced into obeying Redheart; she knew that being nice to the ponies would be beneficial in the long run, but her pride wasn’t going to allow her to just obey Redheart just because she demanded her to do so.
Gilda decided to see what Redheart had up her sleeves. “And what if I don’t?”
Redheart was hoping that Gilda would say that.
Nurse Redheart placed a finger down onto Gilda’s breast, and slowly dragged its way towards her nipple. The sensation was nice Gilda thought, but she didn’t exactly get what Redheart was playing at. The nurse edged her finger closer and closer to the very center, doing small circles that came teasingly close to her very erect nipple. But right before her finger was about to come into contact with it she started to circle away. The feeling of having Redheart come painfully close to touching her aching nipple before pulling back was mildly frustrating, but Gilda felt it was quite easily tolerable.
That was until Nurse Redheart did it again. And again. And again. Her finger would trace random paths across Gilda’s breast, each time getting close to her now heavily engorged nipple before moving away. Redheart then added a second finger, and then a third, and then started teasing Gilda’s other breast while massaging the first.
The frustration that was tolerable before quickly grew into a deep need. Gilda clenched her teeth at Redheart’s expert ministrations. She wanted to speak up, she wanted to beg Redheart to end the tease, but there was no way she was going to ask for mercy.
Redheart knew that she was slowly breaking Gilda: the sharp breaths, the guttural moans, the cute little shimmy she’d do to try and get her nipples to press against her fingers. But Redheart was far too quick for Gilda’s attempts at making contact; the smile on the earth pony’s face grew wider as the griffon’s frown deepened.
Redheart spent the next few minutes just toying with Gilda’s breasts: squeezing them, massaging them, she would even place light kisses on the pair. But every single one of her moves avoided those sensitive little tips of Gilda’s, despite her attempts to make contact. After getting Gilda suitably riled up Nurse Redheart went to on to the next phase of her plan. While one hand continued playing with Gilda’s breast, she slid a finger slowly down her torso. Gilda squeaked at a new sensation: the warm finger tickling her skin as it glided over her tummy. It took Gilda a second before she slowly realized where that finger was heading towards, and if what Redheart was doing to her breasts was any indication of her plan Gilda was definitely not going to enjoy what was about to happen. She could only hope that Nurse Redheart wasn’t as cruel as she thinks she is.
If only she was. Redheart’s finger slowed its approach as it neared Gilda’s pussy; the sight of the steady stream trickling out pleasing the naughty nurse. She took her finger and swung around her clit, weaving her digit close to those southern lips without ever touching them. Gilda groaned at this new torture she was facing; she wanted to cum so badly and she knew she could if only Redheart would touch her there. Redheart hummed to herself as she lazily circled around and around Gilda’s pussy; the smell of griffon lust lined her nostrils, and the cute whimpers of the tough griffon filled her ears. Redheart watched as Gilda’s clit grew and grew, taking on a darker shade of red with each passing second.
Gilda was at her breaking point, she had to end it now. Her pride begged with her not to give in, but Gilda didn’t care, she wanted her orgasm and if she had to grovel to get it then so be it. “Redheart!” She yelled, “Stop this! Stop this right now! I’ll stop yelling at all those fucking nurses, I’ll fucking be nice, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want! Just fucking stop teasing me and fucking touch me!”
Redheart stopped her playful circling and gave Gilda a most predatory smile. “Touch you? But I’m already touching you Gilda.” She said in her sweetest, girliest, and most innocent tone.
Gilda’s blush brightened as she realized that Redheart was going to make her debase herself further before she’d get her orgasm. Gilda’s pride had already been shattered, she might as well play along. “I..I want to touch me there…” Gilda mumbled.
“Where Gilda?”
It took Gilda a few seconds to muster up the strength, but eventually she quietly whispered, “My…my clit.”
Redheart smiled at how far Gilda was willing to humiliate herself, but Redheart was nowhere near done having her fun. “But why Gilda? Why do you want me to touch your clit?”
Gilda wanted to punch Redheart in her stupid pony face, but Gilda knew that if she wanted to cum the only person in Equestria who could make it happen would be Redheart. Gilda sighed, swallowed her pride and dejectedly admitted what she wanted. “I want you to make me cum.”
If Redheart could smile any wider she’d split her face open. She lowered her face towards Gilda, stared her deep in her soft, amber eyes and whispered one word. “No.”
Gilda’s beak hung open. “W…What?”
Redheart began slowly circling Gilda’s vagina again, her soft spirals sending shivers up Gilda’s spine. “I mean no. The opposite of yes. You see Gilda, I am the one who gets to decide if you get to cum or not. And I truly have no reason to give you that orgasm you want. Sure, you say that you’re going to be nice to my staff, but how do I truly know? Until I see some proof that you’re going to behave you’re just going to have to deal with your lust. Maybe if my staff tells me you were on your best behavior, I’ll let you have a quick little climax tomorrow.”
Gilda glared at Nurse Redheart. “You fucking bitch! Let me cum now!”
Redheart kept her smile. “You know, being a nurse teaches you a lot about anatomy.” Redheart placed her thumb and her forefinger on either side of her clit, and with a strong tug pulled back the hood. “For example the clitoris is not just a little nub, it has a shaft that goes around both sides of your vagina.” Redheart began squeezing her fingers underneath Gilda’s now aching love button. Gilda squealed at the weird sensation of being squeezed in such a way. Redheart squeezed even further, “And that shaft happens to be very,” and even further, “very…” and even further still, “sensitive.” Redheart had pinched the underbelly of Gilda’s clit, overstimulating the poor patient. A scream died in Gilda’s throat as her body wiggled and squirmed in both pain and pleasure. Her nerves were overloaded by the touch and her brain didn’t know what to do, all she knew that whatever the hell this sensation was an orgasm was sure as hell approaching quickly. But Redheart knew the effect of her sexual pinch and quickly let go, eliciting a sob from Gilda; she had been so close.
Redheart smiled as she saw Gilda’s pussy cry out in frustration; the simple stream from before grew into a raging river. Redheart dipped a finger into the stream that coated Gilda’s bed sheet and brought it above her head. A small drop of the griffon’s need grew on the edge of Redheart’s finger; the nurse closed her eyes and opened her mouth letting the dew fall onto her tongue. Redheart licked her lips and said, “You taste pretty good.”
The erotic sight of Redheart tasting her fluids toyed with Gilda’s mind. One part of her despised Redheart with all her fury while the other wanted nothing more than to have her keep going. Gilda was trapped: her mind wanted to know what it would be like to slash at Redheart with her talons, but her mind also wanted to know what it would feel like if Redheart took even further control of her. Gilda didn’t know where this new found submissiveness came from, whether it was always there or born from being unable to do anything about her current situation.
Redheart laid her head down onto Gilda’s shoulder, snuggling up to the now very sweaty patient. She was careful to not to lay herself on Gilda’s cast, and with one hand reached down to Gilda’s cunt and returned to her maddening tease. Redheart admired the strong body that she now had complete and utter control over; just knowing that something so powerful had to obey her just warmed up the nurse’s heart. She pulled her face closer to Gilda’s, her lips barely an inch from the griffon’s ear.
“I’ve always wanted a pet bird,” Redheart began. “But I never liked the idea of caging one of them up. Birds are meant to fly are they not?” Gilda could barely focus on Redheart’s words, her mind lost on the unbearable edge of climax, hoping that the nurse would push her off the edge. “But then I realized, some birds are better off caged. Some birds need to be caged. Simply trapped in a little prison, a mere ornament for their owner.” Redheart’s fingers softly played with Gilda’s lips, never placing enough force to penetrate her but putting enough pressure to make Gilda think she was going to. “And that’s what you are Gilda. You’re my pet bird. Isn’t it nice being owned? Your body thinks so. You’re not like all those other birds getting themselves all dirty by cumming whenever they want. No, not you. You’re far above such things: you’re pure, you’re clean. You don’t need to cum, you’re just happy to be your owner’s pretty little plaything aren’t you?” Gilda wanted to cry out, she wanted so desperately to cum. But she wasn’t sure what was turning her on even more: Redheart’s fingers or her words. The idea of being owned scared her mind while warming her cunt.
But that question was silenced when Redheart ended her tease. Gilda whimpered and looked down at the pony cradled against her chest, silently hoping she would continue. But Gilda was confused when she saw Redheart clamber up off the bed and began undressing. “All this playing has gotten me quiet riled up,” Redheart said. “But unlike you, I happen to be able to take care of my needs.” Gilda got a good look at the earth pony and was surprised at how different she looked compared to her. Redheart’s breasts were perky unlike her massive pair; Redheart’s body was slim, far more like that of a ballerina than that of an athlete. But the one area where both of them shared a massive similarity was how completely wet their pussies were.
Redheart straddled Gilda’s upper thigh, far away from Gilda’s broken paw, and enjoyed the warmth pulsing against her vagina. At first Gilda was disgusted at the wetness now coating her leg, but soon realized that Redheart’s leg was awfully close to her own pussy. Nurse Redheart begun grinding herself against Gilda, allowing her leg to softly tap against the griffon’s nether regions. Faster and faster she humped, each hump rhythmically tapping against Gilda’s needy cunt. “I don’t know how you do it Gilda, not being able to cum for so long,” Redheart teased as she began tweaking her nipples. Gilda felt used but wanted the nurse to keep humping faster; each time Redheart’s leg brushed against her Gilda could feel her body teeter closer to the edge of climax.
But that good feeling soon died as Redheart arched her back hard, squeezing her legs around Gilda’s thigh as she rode off her orgasm. Gilda’s mind finally accepted the inevitable, Redheart wasn’t going to allow her to get off. Redheart had kept her word, Gilda would only be able to cum if she changed her ways. Her pussy cried tears of lust as Gilda braced herself for a long night of frustration.
Redheart hopped off of Gilda and got dressed, humming a tune to herself. She saw the look on Gilda’s face, that oh so lovely look of defeat. Redheart knew the griffon got her message; her troublesome patient would finally learn to play nice with her staff. She knew she had already accomplished her task, and was ready to head out but decided to see if Gilda actually learned her lesson.
“Now Gilda, are you going to ask me to cum?” Nurse Redheart asked.
“No,” Gilda replied.
“Now why is that?”
“Because…because you’ll only let me cum if I stop being a bitch to all the other ponies. I…I’ll try to be nice okay, but it’s really tough. Just keep your promise that you’ll finish me off tomorrow.”
Redheart smiled at the newly reformed griffon. She slowly walked up to Gilda and placed two fingers against her fully engorged clit before spinning hard circles. “I see you finally saw the errors of your ways! You deserve a little treat!”
Gilda gasped as the pleasure flooded her body, her march toward her climax gaining speed with every passing second. But as much as Redheart would love to see her pet bird cum she wanted to make Gilda work for it. Redheart removed one finger and began slowing down.
Gilda openly moaned as the rubbing sent waves of lust across her body, she could feel her climax approach though far slower than before. Redheart wanted to make it even tougher for her to come and allowed only the very tip of her finger to touch Gilda’s clit, placing slow circles right against the painfully hard nub. Gilda could feel her body edge closer and closer over, she could feel the floodgates bulge and her long awaited orgasm be mere inches from her grasp.
Nurse Redheart bent over and whispered into Gilda’s ear, “cum for me,” before placing a soft kiss on her lips.
Gilda moaned into Redheart’s mouth as she came, weeks of frustration forcing itself out of her in one massive deluge. Her mind was lost in the crests and troughs of her orgasm, waves of pleasure clouding her brain. Redheart broke the kiss as Gilda floated down off her high, smiling at the look of complete ravishment on her face. Gilda looked at Redheart, and softly said “thank you.”
Redheart placed a quick peck on Gilda’s cheek. “Get some sleep. The best medicine has always been rest and you definitely need it. Remember your promise Gilda, or I’ll tease you even worse tomorrow.”
Gilda slowly closed her eyes as Redheart carefully reattached Gilda’s gown before quietly sneaking out of her room.
‘Ah, how fun it is to be a nurse,’ thought Redheart.
