Helpful Ex(dis)tractions:

Chapters

Chapter 1: The Daily Grind
Chapter 2: New Developments
Chapter 3: (Un)Familiar Encounters
Chapter 4: Emotional Quantity
Chapter 5: Heated Memories
Chapter Six: Heated Encounters

Chapter 1: The Daily Grind

Author's Note

Here we go my first round of clop...This was originally one story, but then i got in contact with a favorite author of mine LegionofPony, who offered to co-edit and collaborate to improve upon this and make it a series.

You guys should check him out, he's very adept at this genre and in fact got me into writing this kind of fetish, so it is great to work with him.

If you do not like this kind of stuff, why are you even here, and i apologize for nothing...

Contains: very sexual dialogue and general content. Including exposition involving estrus (being ‘in heat’), masturbation, past sex, and some very dirty thoughts from a horny Earth-pony mare. No actual sexual acts this chapter.

Chapter 1: The Daily Grind

Nurse Redheart was not amused to say the least. She had just spent the better part of her entire morning sorting out a ‘small’ clerical error that somehow had led to the greatest misplacement of equipment ever seen in Ponyville Hospital history.

The first thing she heard when she came on shift in the morning was that she needed to sort out this ‘minor’ problem. Of course, then she was expected to be the one to spend the rest of her morning dealing with this issue caused by somepony else. Angrily, she had stormed into the doctor's’ offices, passing several work stations until she reached the station dealing with hospital inventory. Upon arriving, the first thing she did was chew out the new young unicorn rookie that had screwed up the equipment order.

“What in the HAY, were you thinking!? Do they give jackasses like you awards for the biggest screw-up now at the weekly staff meetings, because I seem to have misplaced my memo for it!” she hollered at the medium-sized blue unicorn who, judging by his youth, was fresh from being a colt. The colt who was at the moment recoiling in terror from the venom in her tone.

“S-so-sorr-sorry M-m-ma’am, I-I- was just writing out t-the f-form, when I accidentally…” the young stallion stammered out, clearly nearly crapping himself at the moment judging by his paleness and dead-stillness, but never got any farther in his stammering before one of Nurse Redheart’s hooves darted underneath his belly – and forcibly grabbed his testes.

The unicorn halted mid-speech with a high pitched-squeak of a cut-off, not daring to say anything else; not even daring to move as the white-coated, pink-maned pony put her muzzle-top of his, his green eyes wide and extremely focused as he was now staring into her blazing purple eyes burning hot with fury.

Redheart had always enjoyed looking into other ponies’ eyes, always enjoying how such a simple action could be either greatly intimidating or sensually intimate depending on the situation and pony in question. Right now it was definitely intimidating for the young unicorn stallion who had seriously bucked up and ruffled her tail-feathers.

“Accident?” Redheart growled as she glowered at him, her eyes bulging and burning in a very unattractive manner; “No no no, an accident is having to clean up after a patient when they miss in the lavatory. An accident is when you have to replace an I.V. needle after missing a vein, or having a dinner that isn’t hot enough. This...this is a BUCKING DISASTER!” she screamed.

The unicorn male still refused to speak or move, whimpering as he felt her suddenly squeeze his baby-makers in her hoof even harder, his eyes going unnaturally wider and more terrified than they were before as his maleness was threatened. In his mind he was screaming and begging her to not harm his special place and make him a gelding, but in reality he remained stark still and silent, afraid that a single peep or shift would prompt her to tear them clean off.

After a few moments of the blind rage, order and sense returned to Redheart, who then calmly released the stallion’s family jewels, earning an internal sigh of extreme relief from him. She shook her head angrily as she did, glaring at him, before she managed to fully calm down. Flicking her pink mane back, she then leaned her head in and softly nuzzled the terrified male soothingly, with him squirming away from the touch fearfully. Part of her was still annoyed at him for wasting all of her precious, very-limited time, but the rest of her also realized she didn’t want to give this new intern a heart attack...nor make him a gelding, despite being really tempted to at first.

She brought her head level to his and glared into his still-wide eyes, then nodded towards the filing cabinet behind him.“If you would please be so kind as to get me the proper form with the correct I.D. numbers and their destinations,” she calmly stated, “then I can sort this bucking manure out and DO YOUR BUCKING JOB AS WELL AS MY OWN!”

The stallion nodded and stiffly, too-slowly backed up towards the file cabinet while facing her all the while, much to her annoyance at him wasting even more of her time. He was being plain infuriating now in his every action to her, but it was clear he was not willing to turn his back on this terrifying mare she'd made herself unto him; not even slightly trusting her after what she’d just done to his balls. After back-stepping to the cabinet, all the while staring like a prey animal in the gaze of a predator at Redheart, he fumbled around in it for a while, checking each paper as he brought it out, before finally he managed to snare the right one and quickly hopped over to her, handing her the parchment form.

“H-Here you are miss,” he squeaked out in a tiny voice, before once again backing up and away from her like his flank was on fire, dodging around his desk backwards with amazing dexterity, and over to the water fountain by the door, giving her a very wide berth.

She rolled her eyes and was miffed to see this little exercise of correction had taken up far too much of her time, time she did not have nor want to waste. As she turned to leave the office, she saw the unicorn male sipping water from the fountain – and presenting his very vulnerable flank to her line of sight, and blissfully unaware he’d turned such a vulnerable area towards a pissed-off mare.

Redheart eyed his flank carefully, a painfully dark thought entering her mind, watching the silly young unicorn screw-up peacefully drank water like a faun at a pond would be watched by a wolf. Even his cutie-mark looked screwed-up she noticed ass she looked upon it; it being a parchment with a quill with a large red ‘X’ scratched across the face of the paper. she noted to herself with a smirk.

Before she passed him, she had decided she would give him him one final hurrah for the mess he had caused for her today, deciding to give him a shooting send off. She smacked his flank harshly with a hoof, causing him to spit water all over the wall behind the water fountain and yelp at the virtual feeling of fire branding his flank, before quickly leaving the room.

Afterwards, as she trotted down the hall towards the nearest ward with the I.D. parchment in her mouth, she remembered with fondness the painful shout and terrified eyes he had made as she’d grabbed his ball-sack, smirking to herself in satisfaction. she justified, smirking to herself. That particular stallion would not be sitting peacefully for at least a week, and he was definitely going to need to wear something to cover up the obvious hoof-mark on his backside.

Red then spent the next six hours going up, down, and around virtually the entire hospital, matching I.D. numbers to their respective equipment, and then escorting that very same generally-very-heavy equipment back to it’s place of origin, or in many cases its new destination. Of course she had to do it all on her own once again, given the hospital was short-staffed once again.This was something that was becoming more and more common, given how few mares—or stallions—were getting cutie-marks in the medical field at all lately.

she mentally groaned as she shoved a heavy MRI machine down the hallways, the sticking wheels on it making life all that much more miserable for her, knowing that magic would make her life in this profession a lot easier. But alas, she was born an Earth-Pony, a fact she was proud of despite knowing the benefits unicorn magic brought.

Red was feeling a bit flustered after running nearly non-stop for hours, and so stopped suddenly in the corridor, leaning against the cool wall for some extra support, resting and taking a much-deserved breather. It felt like she had been going all day and yet it was only noon, the hospital staff just going on their lunch break and her joining them for some much needed rest and food. A pair of orderlies trotting past her dipped their heads in greeting and she made sure to return the gesture politely, before scowling and snorting quietly as they were out of earshot.

Red thought, but knew it wasn’t fair to them. She knew that everypony here was being worked to the bone, and that they likely were doing something very important, just as she had been.

She was very tired and ready to go home now after hours of fixing somepony else’s mistake, but alas, her shift didn’t end for another six hours, all nurses required to take a mandatory twelve-hour shift due to the shortage of hooves on deck.

For the first time since Redheart had started there some years ago, the hospital was practically empty of casualties, newborns, or the sick and dying, only ten or so low-intensity resident patients there that were easy for only one or two nurses to care for. This was a relatively new experience for most of the hospital staff, and yet even with the lull in patients, available nurses or doctors were few and far in between for what did need to be done. Calm times like this in the hospital were rare for a town that saw some sort of accident, invasion, monster attack, or major disaster in some shape or form on a near-weekly basis.

That lack of anything major going down meant great news for Ponyville’s citizens, but was very boring news for Redheart, as now the hospital was taking an opportunity with the drop in patients todo some long overdue inspection and inventory.

This of course was all was very tedious, boring, and not too easy on a poor middle-aged Redheart’s back, lugging regularly forty-to-fifty-kilogram pieces of machinery around by herself for sure not her idea of a fun day at work. The pay wasn’t that good either to add insult to injury, but she didn’t do this for the pay or free cafeteria meals; she did it because it brought her joy to help out others in need, even with that fact that when she got ticked off she could get a bit…pushy. Caring for other ponies was her special talent after all; what she was born to do, and what she would likely do for the rest of her life, given her own choice in the matter.

Usually Red didn’t have to worry about that negative trait of hers, as most ponies who came into the hospital were courteous and knew the proper hospital decorum of being quiet and courteous to the staff and patients who were staying there. The only times there was ever usually trouble was when that pink pony with the huge, cotton-candy-looking mane and tail and ‘Pinkie Sense’ came around, or when that blue Pegasus with the rainbow mane and tail was admitted for some flying-related injury or another. Neither of those two seemed to understand or respect hospital etiquette, despite being told it countless times, and that really made her snort.

All of sudden, just as she felt as though her legs were going to buckle under her, Red felt herself lifted away from the wall, supported by another as somepony else leaned their body underneath hers, helping her in holding herself up as well as giving her a nuzzle.

“Easy ‘er’ Red, you look like you're about ta take a tumble on the ground ‘er’!” Red heard, the voice being the cheerful Exmare-street-accent of her fellow colleague, Nurse Tenderheart. Her grayish-blue pelt mixed with Redheart’s coat of snow-colored white as she supported her friend in her time of need, flicking her green mane out of her way as she supported her long-time friend.

Redheart blushed. “Gosh thanks T, I’m just a bit overworked today I guess; I’ll be fine in a moment. Seems lugging heavy hospital machinery all by your lonesome for six hours will really do a number on you.”

Tenderheart smiled up at her and met her eyes. One thing among many connecting both the mares – aside from their near-identical build, curves, occupation, and the matter of them both being of the Earth-Pony race and proud of it – was that both of them had the same deep-purple eye color…and right now the two pairs of purple eyes were staring at each other, as though attempting to see which set of amethyst oculione was deeper. It was one of those intimate moments where Redheart loved to just stare into her best friend's eyes, as if she could see Tender’s soul on full display just for her if she’d just look deep enough; moments that she found that she and Tenderhoof were having more and more often as their time time working together went on.

Tenderheart and Redheart had been friends for a long time, ever since they trained to be nurses together, with both having acted as the other’s rock for all the crap they had to go through to get this far. Despite having perfect cutie-marks for nursing and health, as well as an attitude to care for others and the physical Earth-Pony strength and tenacity required for it, they had faced their fair share of criticism and obstacles. Redheart's biggest issue had been her short and hot-burning temper as well as her no-nonsense attitude, as such traits were considered by some to be a very possible liability for when dealing with the public; especially in harsh or flustered circumstances that were common for hospitals, be they births, or deaths, or incompetent interns...

Tenderheart had helped her with anger management and had many times prevented her from testing her resolve around others, and over the years Redheart had gotten way better because about it thanks to her, though she still had no time and little patience for her fellow co-workers goofing -off on duty or improper etiquette.

Redheart had more than once noticed Tenderheart was beautiful, smart, funny, and good with patients and the public alike. She was not from around Ponyville, and Tenderheart’s hometown was a small town in the far-west called Exmare, with her coming here as an intern and deciding she wanted to stay and work at Ponyville General, following her friend Redheart’s decision to work there. Her accent reflected the difference in geography quite well; she was from the working class in Exmare and talked like it, and while many ponies found her accent hard to understand or grating on their ears, to Redheart it was a form of poetry.

Redheart had spent many long nights after their shifts had ended helping Tenderheart to improve on her accent, but all the while had not wanted her to not lose it entirely. She remembered that she’d distinctly asked her to keep at least a touch of her accent, just for her, and Tender had wholeheartedly agreed.

Together they had supported each other through it all, proving to themselves and others that they could do their jobs without such meaningless fluff as a short temper and a hard-to-understand accent getting in the way of their Faust-given destiny. Since graduating nursing school and being accepted full-time at the hospital, both of them had been very good friends and still made sure to keep in touch, and to support each other mentally, emotionally, and, as it would seem right now, physically.

“Hard morning of work then for ya, ‘ey love?” asked Tenderheart, flicking her long grass-green mane back out of her eyes.

“Oh yes,” replied Redheart, huffing at the memory, “some new young cleric screwed up an inventory form and sent half the equipment set for inspection scattered about the entire hospital!”

“Oi how dreadful for ya Reddy, ya did'n’ gath’r t’all jus’ by yerself, didjya luv?” asked Tenderheart, her eyes lighting up with concern as Redheart’s pained expression showed it was so.

“Of course I did it by myself! Everyone else is busy! Let’s see...Snow was doing inventory and shelf stacking in the left wing, June, Tranquil and Serenity are caring for patients, Sweet is out sick, and dear Rhyme is delousing the beds thanks to somepony bringing them in…and you sweet T...where were you?”

Tenderheart smiled at her, “I was wash’n o’t th’ bed-pans an’ loos, luv. Somepony missed somethin’ right terrible in ‘ere an’ I ‘ad t’ clean it all up. Put me knickers right up in a twist that smell did!”

The two giggled at that before continuing back along the corridor, heading to the lunchroom and loading their trays up with the nourishment and hydration they’d need to pull another six hours of hard, generally-exhausting work.

“I’m thinking I might call off early.” Redheart said, with them sitting down and eating together in their usual spot, with herRedheart having just taken a bite of apple; “I mean, there’s nothing really for me to do now, with the bathrooms cleaned, patients taken care of, and then that small factor of the literal ton of machinery moved across all four wings...”

Tenderheart’s smile quickly turned to a frown as her friend said that, her eyes looking down as she tried to get out what she needed to say despite it nearly physically hurting her to, seeing how exhausted Red already was.“Sawy love, but I was wait’in for ya to rest an’ eat a bit ‘fore I told ya th’ news…”

Redheart groaned as they finished up eating andnally exited the corridor and arrived in headed to the front reception room to sign back in.“What did you need to tell me T?” she asked, though dreading it meant more work.

“Miss Priss was lookin’ for ya, an’ it sounded right urgent”

Redheart let out a frustrated huff of displeasure. ‘Miss Priss’ was the name Tenderheart had given to the bane of every nurse’s existence at the hospital, not long after coming here and when her accent was still full strength. The name she’d given to Fine Print, the acting head nurse of both public relations and pony resources for the hospital was the main head of…basically anything that had to do with administrative duties for the entire hospital; from making appointments, to taking complaints, to assigning the seemingly-impossible duties she expected the skeleton crew under her command to complete on a daily basis.

Fine Print was a very shrewd, proper, no-nonsense mare and a major stickler for procedure, as well as a major buzzkill. Redheart hated having to deal with her, despite being forced to on a daily basis. One would have thought the two would get along grandly, with their shared love of proper etiquette and procedure, but Fine Print just had ‘cold, calculating whorse’ written all over her. She loved to criticize and chew out the nurses and staff for anything; a single button out of place on their coats, failure to trot correctly—apparently there was a way to do even that wrong— all the way down to having a crooked hat in her presence.

She often snapped at Redheart for looking too provocative around patients—she didn’t really get how that was even possible, her acting nothing but professional around patients even if she didn’t wear panties under her coat. The nurse handbook didn’t say she couldn’t! She also chastised Tenderheart for sloppy work ethic and slacking off on the massive workload she put on her, as if that mare was anything but hard working!

Fine Print was from an old family from Trottingham, a family that dated back centuries, their roots indeed going all the way back to Olden Pony Times, and she had seemingly inherited the ‘blue blood syndrome’ from them; acting haughty and all-important to those she viewed as beneath her, or those who worked under her. Her family connections and admittedly successful work-ethic had gotten her hired and appointed as the key administrator for the entire hospital, and she took that title very seriously.

Despite the negative feelings she had against her, Redheart fully understood that Fine Print was still her boss, and when the boss wanted you, you had better come along fast. “Fine, I’ll go and see what the Priss wants now...” she huffed as she then took off at a trot, just avoiding tripping over a food cart somepony had carelessly left in the cafeteria unattended, cursing whoever that careless somepony may have been; “Take care Tenderheart! I’ll see you at the end of shift!” She shouted out, pulling the half-muffin from her mouth to do so.

“Bye luv! See ya la’er.” Tenderhoof heartedly replied, then again under her breath after she’d walked away, sniffing in a bit as she repeated herself with tears in her eyes; “Bye my luv…”

The PR/Admin offices were at the end of the hall in the B-wing of the hospital, just two wings away from where Redheart had left the cafeteria. She soon arrived at Fine Print’s door, her name emblazoned on a gaudy gold-and-ivory plaque on the door, and softly knocked her hoof against the oak wood several times.

“Come in!” came a sharp, strict-sounding voice moments later, to which Nurse Redheart grimaced as she pushed the door with her head, slipping into the office as it swung inward. The voice of Miss Priss herself.

The office was cramped but it served it’s purpose, the majority of the space in the room filled with file cabinets, shelves packed with boxes of paperwork, and stacks of the same all over the floor. In the center of the office was a cluttered table piled high with folders, quills and inkpots, as well as a beat-up typewriter whose mechanical, constant ka-ching-ka-ching rung off as the mare in front of it typed away on one form or another.

Fine Print was actually not a half-bad looking mare; older than most of the nursing staff, but if only by a few seasons. She was a lanky build but not too thin, with a beautiful and dapper light-green coat upon her body, a unicorn’s horn upon her head of the same color. Her light-blue mane was always carefully braided and dangled around her shoulders and neck, one oddly curved bang of the sky-blue hair always hanging over her right eye; it was almost cute in its own way, the way teen-aged fillies would wear their manes in past decades.

Fine’s face was young and soft-looking even for her being middle-aged, but her eyes were hard and stern, her yellow irises now like bland sunflowers swaying back and forth in a breeze as she never broke eye contact with whatever she was hammering out on the typewriter, never even looking up or saying hello even as Red came in.

“Hello ma’am, you called?”

As Redheart came up to the table, she couldn’t suppress the sense of arousal that came from being close to this admittedly very attractive mare, even if she did hate her guts. Red had always played both sides of the hoofball court when she was younger in college, but lately as her work got more and more tedious and demanding, she had had to forsake exploring regular relationships, and instead became accustomed to getting her rocks off solo while at home; when she wasn’t totally drained from being overworked by Priss while she sat in her comfy chair typing forms while everypony else worked their flanks off that is.

Red had managed to obtain the fuel for her infamous Earth-Pony libedo at work, with her working off of the mere looks and glances of the pretty mares under the tail or handsome stallions’ underbarrels, combined that with her imagination bending them over for her, or having them bending her over for her instead; or some Playcolt or Playfilly magazines she'd secreted away in her dresser at home for whatever mood she happened to be in on her days off, the only time of the week she ever could let her pent-up lust out.

Once or twice, Red had even fantasized about her bending Priss over with a strapon dildo, pounding away at her until begged for it harder, then came as Red got it deep in her pussy, then again, her sweet mare-honey drooling down her luscious green thighs as she was made Red’s broodmare. Another time she’d imagined Tenderheart putting her namesake tender hooves all over her body, rubbing sensually, lower, and lower...

Needless to say Red hadn’t been having much luck in being intimate with other ponies lately, working half her time and sleeping, doing essentials or eating during the other. Now, seeing this beautiful mare up close, smelling her own unique, gentle scent combined with the soft floral perfume she always wore, was really starting to make her feel hot under the collar.

“Good, you’re here Redheart. Now, If you haven’t noticed we’re a bit understaffed today...” Fine Print said sternly, her voice low, but as sharp as it was cold.

“I kind of gathered that Ma’am,” confirmed Redheart innocently, hoping she didn't detect the hint of sarcasm she'd played into it.

“Well, then you mind explaining to me why you felt it necessary to accost and practically hospitalize one of your own teammates, and one of the very few stallions we have on duty?!” Fine Print growled, finally looking up from the typewriter only to glare at Red.

Redheart gulped nervously, the faint sense of arousal she felt towards Fine Print dying immediately as her always-high Earth-Pony libido dried up and her senses and thoughts went from sexual to high-alert.

Realizing she had to tread carefully on this matter, Redheart decided her next words very carefully. “W-well, he made a massive error that caused a disaster with the inventory, and it took me the better part of the day to fix it…” Redheart managed to meekly reply, and then let it drift off, fully aware of the focused glare the other mare was giving her.

“...than you write him up, or you give him a verbal warning. Definitely not a hoof to the rear, and definitely nothing involving gripping his...crotch!”

Redheart looked down at her hooves, bashfully fiddling with her two front legs, “I apologize ma’am. I was just very ticked off…”

“Well that’s why you need to control yourself, Redheart! We’ve gotten more than a few complaints about your…aggressive outbursts in the past, and while some violations could be excused, this is not one of them! The others did not involve physical assault, a very serious charge that said young stallion could charge you legally for. Luckily for you, he’s decided not to. I, however, have something planned for you...”

Redheart began to worry that she was about to be sanctioned herself, or even fired because of her anger. Just the thought of losing her job, her life’s work, was alarming and upsetting. Tears began to fill her eyes in preparation for the bad news she was sure was coming, expecting at least a few weeks unpaid suspension.

“Yes Miss Print.”

“...I am assigning you a new duty for the rest of the week,” stated Fine Print, her yellow eyes still burning like fire into Redheart; "a new set of duties that should give you time and experience with working on becoming a gentler, calmer mare.”

Eyes wide with surprise, Red lifted her head up. “...and what new duties would those be ma’am?”

At that Fine Print stopped typing, and a happy grin unusual for her character sprawled across her muzzle. A grin that filled Red with unease. “Oh, my dear, it’s quite an…interesting duty, indeed very hooves-on work. As we’re short-staffed, I’ve been meaning to assign another nurse to handle this duty for a while until we can get a few more ponies on the payroll. Therefore, until then, you’re taking it over.”

Redheart frowned at the other mare’s secrecy, hating the way Fine Print was lauding the unknown to her, but finding herself allured to it as well. She always loved a good mystery.

“...in fact, I’ll show you to your new position. Personally,” Fine Print said with a huge, shark-like grin, pushing herself away from the desk and stretching her hooves, the incessant
tick-tick-tick of the typewriter keys finally stopping.

She stood up, and together the two mares totted down the hospital wings – cutting through the rest of B, going past A-wing, and maneuvering around C-wing – before reaching a set of stairs leading down. “I didn’t even know we had a basement level?” inquired Redheart as she saw the discrete stairwell, never having been to this section of the hospital before, with all of her tasks focused in the patient wards.

“Yes, This is a…very special area that we keep discrete and reserve for a more…personal set of tests and appointments.” replied Fine Print, leading Redheart down the staircase.

When they had reached the bottom of the stairwell, there was only one long corridor and one door at the end. The two hospital mares came up to the door, pausing for a second as Fine Print eyed Redheart once more.

“Before we go in Redheart, I need you to swear that no matter what happens, you will do your duty to the best of your ability and to the greatest efficient capacity, and that you will keep the identity of your patients here in absolute secrecy, no matter who they may be, or how good of a gossip it could be. That you will remain professional no matter what your personal desires may be.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“BY FAUST, SWEAR IT TO ME!”

“Alright, alright…I Nurse Redheart, first Nursing Division of Ponyville, do solemnly swear to fulfill the duties of my newly assigned position to the best of my ability, and as efficiently as I am able, so help me Faust. I will also keep the nature of the business conducted here, and the identity of the patient's, confidential as per standard for my profession, and will remain professional no matter what my personal desires may be.”

Fine Print gave a satisfied grunt and smirk; “Good, then let’s get you started.”

With that haughty statement, she pushed the door inwards and they stepped inside.

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Chapter 2: New Developments

Redheart was not quite prepared for what she saw next, at the end of the basement corridor and past the large steel door. The single room beyond it was fairly large, all bright whites and gleaming steel, its colors very bright and sterile, a stark contrast to the brighter and more cheerfully-colored patient wings topside.

A large cushioned piece of furniture, one the likes of which Red had never before seen, stood in the middle of the room; furry-looking almost like the upper torso of a pony, with two knee-high bars not far behind it. There was a significant amount of empty space between the two, with a series of cushioned leather straps and buckles attached to the back bars.

A sink and entire cabinet of shelves filled with tools, medicine, potions, and an extensive amount of collection-based medical devices took up the left side of the room. A series of weird and strange-looking machines decorated the wall of the right side, her training not covering their use and leaving her instead passively wondering just what they did.

The back-left of the room had a screen and projector set up, as well as a white-screen for it. She also, quite quickly, noticed that the other walls around the room were plastered with, much to Redheart’s shock and growing arousal, pictures of numerous mares bending over or on their back with, their tails flagged high in the air or, over their back, or simply spread across the floor, leaving nothing to the imagination what was underneath them.

In the center-back of the room was a hospital-standard bed which could be surrounded by privacy curtains, and beside it a table with what looked like lewd magazines upon it, some of which may indeed be the same Red had in her personal collections. “W-w-what is this place?” Redheart asked, quite alarmed, still not quite understanding why they had some sort of... sex dungeon...in the hospital basement.

“This is a special, discrete clinic where we help to ‘encourage’ stallions to contribute to a very special medical cause,” replied Fine Print casually.

“So this whole room is just for...giving blood?” Redheart asked confusedly.

“No, not blood, but it is a very thick fluid…”

“But…what else can they-oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!” squeaked Redheart, finally understanding what Fine Print was getting at: all the very arousing materials on the wall and the bedside table, the large amount of collection-related medical equipment around, the large, roughly mare-shaped mount with restraints in the middle of the room; it all finally clicked. This must be where they took stallions and collected the sperm samples to be sent to fertility clinics, to later be used for artificial insemination. “Semen collection?”

“Correct, and as you know this kind of…activity is very personal and can be very embarrassing for the stallions if it were to get out, so we use this discrete, sound-proofed room down here for them to...donate...in peace and privacy.” Fine Print said seriously as she then led her over to the massive cabinet, extracting and showing her an entire huge box of thick, long tubes, each one easily holding 100cc of fluid each.“Your new assignments is easy. You’re going to be helping with the new fertility campaign that Princess Celestia started upon learning of Ponyville’s slowly-shrinking population; collecting samples from stallions to be frozen and later be used for mares who want to have foals without a stallion.”

“But…b-b-but…”

“This task is extremely important Red, more so than you seem to realize. We’re in desperate need for fresh sperm samples to send to the fertility clinic, as, due to the shortage of stallions around Ponyville, not too many mares have been able to conceive naturally lately, and mares need to become pregnant by...other means...in order for that drop to be stopped. Even with all of the new herds forming and sharing one stallion to multiple mares, Ponyville’s birth rate last year was much below expected and we need to make next year’s much higher to make up for it.”

“O...Ok…”

“So, for your duty; when the stallions come in, you will 'help’ him to extract his sample if needed and fill at least one of these collection tubes, with a second one at least half full. We need as much semen as possible to get a good specimen for later injection into a, or provided there's enough, several, mare or mares at a fertility clinic. One-and-a-half vials are the minimum required per donor...though for most stallions one-fifty cc isn’t too much to ask for.”

“You are then to clamp the vials with an anti-tampering seal, label them with the donor’s full name, today’s date, and their race initial. Remember to have them sign a standard release form for their donated specimens, and also a disclaimer form which states that any foals conceived from their sperm via artificial insemination is not legally theirs, indeed the mare’s, and therefore is not their legal responsibility. Those forms may be signed before or after you ‘collect’ them, but ideally before so they’re not forgotten. Finally, log the collection and store the specimens in the freezer under the sink for later transport to the sperm bank for analysis and use. Got it?”

Redheart’s head swam, trying to take in all the information she’d just had dumped on her. She couldn’t really believe what she was being asked to do. She was supposed to...help ‘extract semen’ from stallions for mares to get knocked up with?!

“So basically, you want me to 'stimulate' the stallions until they fill one and then some of these huge tubes with their cum, then store it away to get some mare to get pregnant with later, is that about right?”

“Frankly, yes. That’s correct.”

Redheart calmed down long enough to at least accept what she would be doing, and just how important it was; but a few things still evaded her.

“Umm, but how do I…’stimulate them’ to hospital standards? I don’t want to get arrested for molestation or rape or anything.” Red asked timidly, though not breaking eye contact with Fine Print.

The green mare smiled – and all of a sudden she had one of her hooves fumbling at Redheart’s exposed crotch while the other gripped her flank tight, making the white-coated mare give a sharp gasp at the sudden, intimate contact .A nurse’s attire did not list a requirement for panties, a fact which Redheart took liberal advantage of, and now was absolutely not regretting doing so.

“Well, let me show you little filly...” she whispered seductively into the white mare’s ear, with Redheart’s face burning bright crimson beneath her coat now; she however was showing no resistance to, nor intending to stop, the other mare's very obvious, sexual advances. “...also, don’t worry. You’re immune to any such charges, provided you use any of the rather numerous ‘collection techniques’ listed in the book of approved collection methods over there, under the release form’s...fine print.” she finished, with a chuckle.

The green mare pushed her body up alongside Red’s and started to grind softly against her, her muzzle gently biting the tip of the other mare’s ear. "I always thought you were cute,” Fine Print whispered into the other's ear; “a bit crass at times, but cute.”

“You don’t know how tiresome it is to see such beautiful mares like you every day, mares who are clearly interested in you, but not being able to talk to them as you would want to. Having to keep to the strict code of conduct your position demands you keep with your staff. Never able to just...let loose.”

Redheart just nodded her head, understanding that feeling in many ways; having to act professional in front of the patients, like a robot with only one duty in life; no emotions, no personal needs, only what needed to be done to keep things running smoothly. It was one reason why she and Tenderheart were still only just friends and nothing more, with the other being her fear of commitment. It would be too difficult to work side-by-side with your special somepony day and night in this kind of profession after all, to be apart from them like that for so long, to be in the same building, but not be able to see them for so many hours…

"I saw you looking at me earlier, Redheart. I could see it in your eyes...that Earth-Pony need..." Fine Print said with an intimate, commanding tone, giving a sensual smile and wink to her before then giving a shuddering sigh and returning to the business at hoof: making sure to give Red a good demonstration what she expected her to do for their donors....in a rather unconventional way.

“Continual stimulation via hoof is the traditional method for the extraction of semen, and sadly the only available one at the moment, until our shipment of replacement parts and new equipment comes in.You just grasp the stallion’s penis, then stroke gently, like polishing the floor with both hooves; same motion, but far more gently.” she whispered as her hooves slowly began to rub and stroke along the Redheart's pink folds as gently as she’d said, flicking ever-so-softly over the heart-shaped nub that was her clit, eliciting a squirm from its owner and involuntary wink from it at the long-needed stimulation of another’s hoof on it. “Just like that, see? After all, a stallion's penis is very...sensitive, just like a mare's vulva, its glans just like your cute little clitty....”

<’Clitty’? This mare’s priceless!>

Another flick of said nub and Redheart went rigid, her hind legs nearly seizing up as the pleasant stimulation continued, her heart pounding as this very pretty mare with such a domineering personality and clearly sexual interest in her touched her in a way she had not been touched in ages, making her let out a squeaky, submissive moan. Redheart buried her muzzle into Fine Print’s soft neck to muffle the moans threatening to leap from her throat, all the while feeling her boss rubbing along her now-slick lower lips with a seemingly-well-practiced touch.

“Of course, hoof stimulation can take some time so, if there is a need for it, there is the much faster and efficient, if somewhat less pleasant for the stallion if done improperly, method of prostate milking.” murmured the green mare, the hoof gripping Redheart’s flank leaving her rear and picking up a stainless-steel rod with a wire attaching it to a main unit from a nearby tray.

Bringing the small rod near the Redheart’s face, Fine Print pressed the small button on the underside and the rod extended a few more centimeters, and as she released it, it retracted to its original length, surely a very carefully selected design. She then pushed a second button on the side of the hilt and the tip of the rod emitted a quick. low-intensity electrical zap, making Red jerk back in surprise from the sudden crack of electricity in the small room.

“First the stallion will have to mount the pseudo-mare in the center of the room and be strapped in before you getting to work acquiring the samples, so he can’t buck you or otherwise harm you or himself in his orgasm. We lost our last mare of this position after she quit a short while ago; a stallion had broken her muzzle before we’d enacted this procedure and had shattered it as she’d ‘collected’ him, and she mentally could not take doing it any more after the psychological trauma it caused her. Poor dear can’t even stand behind stallions anymore without getting very uncomfortable.”

Aw, poor dear...what a plothole of a stallion...

“Anyways back on topic. If he stallion’s not giving after a few minutes of hoof stimulation, put this little beauty I’m holding up stallion’s rear gently and slowly – I can’t stress that enough – then push this button on top to get it into alignment with the prostate gland. Make sure to consistently ask if he's OK as you do that part and after the curved tip is inside of him fully, as it’s that’s extremely important he’s OK. If all's well, press the button repeatedly to stimulate the gland every to every couplefew seconds, then press the one near the base to deliver a mild electric shock to the prostate to set him off when you think the stallion’s ejaculation will be to what is needed.”

“If all’s done properly, the stallion’ll give you a mighty fine sample and immensely enjoy the procedure. I’m sure your studies taught you plenty about prostates and just how sensitive they are, and just how much proper stimulation can increase...yield. Remember when you took ‘Sex 105’, with that in-class demonstration of a mare mounting the stallion with a strap-on and ‘stimulating him to increase yield’?” Fine Print trailed off at her own memories of it, then rubbing Red’s clit somewhat-roughly with that statement and earning another submissive whine of want, before instantly stopping cold again.

Redheart blushed, indeed having taken a keen interest in erogenous zones in both stallions and mares very closely during her anatomy studies, almost to the point of an obsession; enough so that she could likely make a very lucrative livelihood off of pleasure as an erotic masseuse or mare of the night instead of a nurse just as easily . Or, as she planned to use it, to simply make one loving partner a very lucky pony in the bedroom.

Red felt as her boss’s hoof once more found her marehood. “Mmm, does that feel good to you Reddy? You like that…?” Red found she could only nod and moan again in response, feeling her once-nemesis skillfully playing with her nether with a touch that only a mare could give, with the previous mares she’d been with in college always knowing all the right places on themselves and passing that knowledge on to her benefit.

<’Reddy’ huh? Oh my Faust that hoof’s good…>

Red was perfectly content to now bite softly into the fauxwarm fur of the mount beside her and flesh of her superior’s neck to keep the screams and quiet whimpers of pleasure repressed, feeling herself winking softly into the hoof still at her clit and stimulating it quite constantly; almost to the point of hurting, but never quite getting to that point before Fine let off at just the right moment, going back to her now-soaked nether-lips.

Fine Print pulled her hoof away slowly, almost with a sense of remorse, before nuzzling Redheart’s chin softly, as though in apology for having to cut her pleasure off. “ As I said earlier, in a day or so we were supposed to get some new, specialty equipment to help quicken and/or fully automate this process, but due to a shipping error, that equipment won’t arrive until a few days from now. Related to that...unfortunately we have no one with the appropriate…experience...for this job right now besides me and you, and we’re already severely behind our collection quota. Since you have an intimate knowledge of reproductive anatomy, according to your college transcript at least, I was hoping you could help me out and do this task until then?”

“Why can’t you do it if you know how to?!”

“My dear Redheart, I’m responsible for ALL administrations work at this hospital until we get more staff. I’m severely overworked as it is and this task, despite the fact it would actually be rather fun to me in all honesty, is completely out of the question for me. I simply don’t have enough time, and nopony can take my place as lead admin and PR pony. Please, Nurse Redheart, I really need you for this. I know it’s not a morally pleasant task, but very little in a hospital ever is. Please, I need you for this...”

This mare, this hard-flanked mare that Redheart once viewed as a whorse of a mare and hated beyond any other pony before this moment, was now asking her in confidence, in fact virtually begging her, to do an extremely important task. A very embarrassing but critical task involving jacking off stallions, but a task that simply could be done by noneno other than her right now. As said mare gave her flank an affectionate nuzzle, she still felt her boss rubbing her clit with her magic now.

< Am I bucking loony now or something? Have I gone completely insane, or maybe I tripped and bashed my head while walking down the steps in the trip down here. This is probably all just some fever dream I’m in right now, probably in the mental ward mumbling about purple banana ponies trying to take over all of Equestria.> She barely restrained a laugh.

Redheart returned the nuzzle after Fine stopped rubbing and came up to face her, gazing into the now-soft yellow eyes she’d once so hated and smiling bashfully as the other mare did the same, for the first time in forever meeting each other's eyes without hatred or indifference in them. Could she sense...affection?

“Think you can handle it, Nurse Redheart?” asked Fine Print expectantly with a smile, leaving Redheart in surprise she’d actually used her title once again and acted friendly towards her, seemingly for the first time ever since she’d hired her; “Can I depend on you to do this vital, if unpleasant task?”

“S-s-sure thing, boss,” replied Redheart enthusiastically if confusedly, though in her mind she was dreading the strange, dirty task laid before her. But, she was needed, and it was her oath to help medicine in any way possible. Even including....this.

“Good, then get ready, your first appointment starts in five minutes. He’ll knock on this door exactly five times. Let him in, then get to work...and again, thank you so much for doing this for me.”

Redheart watched the green mare leave the room then, though not missing the little seductive wave of her hips as she flicked her tail, intentionally flashing the shape of her green toned flanks as she left the room as well as her own aroused, moist mare-slit. Red was also just able to catch a brief shot of her cutie-mark, a scroll under a magnifying glass.

< Wait…’first appointment in five minutes’? By Celestia, what have I gotten myself talked into into now?! Also bucking Tartarus, that whorse didn’t let me cum!>

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Chapter 3: (Un)Familiar Encounters

Redheart fixed her nurse hat and arranged her coat, trying to compose herself for the donor who would soon arrive, and for her fulfillment of her newly assigned duties...even while she still was coming down from Fine Print’s the mare’s so-recently-departed hoof that had nearly drawn a climax from her. Instead of blissful release, Fine Print’s rubbing had only left her needing to cum even more than ever, but without enough time to get herself off, only three minutes until her first donor came in.

Restraining herself and retaining the decorum of professionalism, Redheart instead quickly wiped the evidence of her clear arousal off of her rump with some sanitary cloths, though the scent of two aroused mares that had spread throughout the room wasn’t so easy to disguise. she thought,

Now it was just a waiting game as she stood beside the mount, waiting for the telling series of knocks on the door. As she stood there waiting, she began to try and psyche herself up for what she was about to do. After all, if she HAD to do it, she may at least try to enjoy it.

As she heard the five knocks on the door, Red straightened her hat as she went to answer the door. Her first donor of many had arrived

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The first few donors that came in were pretty straight- forward: they signed in and signed their forms, went to the private, curtained bed in the back and didn’t make much fuss, here to simply donate their sperm as they’d promised to and move on. No discussion, no hiccups, and nothing to make the whole awkward situation any more strange for either. They simply gave their still-warm, well-filled donation tubes to Red and she simply sealed them, tagged it with the stallion’s name and, race, and date of collection, then and stored it in the freezer where she’d been told to.

The stallions were pretty simple to handle, and she found this whole once-intimidating strange thing becoming more and more routine as she went through stallion after stallion, struggling not to rub herself to the constant grunts, groans, and the scent of fresh stallion musk throughout; the distinct scent of virile seed as each climaxed to their own hooves or magic, her hooves, or to the prostate milking she applied to the more enduring of them:

After all, Fine Print had worked Red up and left her hanging right on the cliff of her orgasm right as she was scheduled to rub off a bunch of stallions and collect their virile cum, leaving her knowing that said cum was going to knock up a, if not several, mares in the very near future. Redheart would have to ‘thank’ her for all of that later, including stroking her deepest, strongest ‘impregnation’ fetish of impregnation. Something about a stallion getting a mare knocked up was just something she couldn’t get over how sexy it was, even if she’d never had the privilege to experience it first-hoof. Perhaps one day, when she met the right stallion, she’d let him fulfill her deepest fetish in her heat, forming new life in her womb as he came deep inside of her.

Thankfully she was between stallions as she thought about getting knocked up, and she gasped when a small stream of her fluids escaped her as she moaned, feeling a strong twinge of pleasure within her belly and a single wave of orgasmic contractions, but that was all. she thought disappointingly, wiping herself clean just in time to hear five more knocks on the door.

~

She’d just finished off a handsome young Pegusus stud with a light-gray coat and a beautiful shoulder-length cyan mane, him filling one-and-a-half tubes, with her milking another few ccs out of him with another shock as she milked his prostate for more. She noticed that his was the kind of long, silky mane she’d just love to yank in her teeth as that massive, pulsing cock throbbing in the air right now was instead spurting that delicious, thick cum deep-right into her parched pussy—

>

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For the first couple hours, all went well., Procedure at its finest. The next round of ponies who came to the door however, were different from what she had been expecting. The first series of clients had been ponies she had never seen before or didn’t know well, to her just faceless stallions with unfamiliar names from other parts of Ponyville or other towns that she’d never visited; but these newest ones, however, were ponies she knew and even some she talked to around Ponyville, some near-daily.

Mr. Cake was the first of those she knew who came in, waltzing right into the room without even looking to see who'd answered the door, bucking off his apron and tossing his hat over to the corner on a routine. He’d nearly reached the mount in the center before he finally caught a glimpse of Redheart now standing beside him.

“Oh! Oh...Nurse Redheart…I didn’t know you did this sort of…um...job here?” he asked bashfully, a keen red glow about his orange cheeks in his embarrassment. He knew Redheart well enough, with her being a regular client at Sugarcube Corner, his and his wife Mrs. Cake’s very popular bakery in Ponyville. Over the years they’d developed a good friendship, something that Redheart reluctantly realized that this may very well put to the test.

Nurse Redheart froze in place as she recognized her favorite baker, co-owner of Sugarcube Corner. The pony she bought muffins from every Saturday, and whose wife she’d actually helped with delivery when his twins had been born at this very hospital. He was staring at her, expectant of an answer, but she had no words to say, the whole situation having become very uncomfortable for her.

Red finally got over herself when she could see the silence between them was turning from bashfulness to shameful for the the kind middle-aged stallion, his eyes looking down as though he felt she was judging him for coming in here to donate sperm. If only he knew that was the last thing she intended or thought, indeed proud the father had come to give his proven-fertile seed to those who needed it.

“It’s...it’s okay Mr. Cake,” Red offered enthusiastically, “I’m just taking over this position for a few days while we get some fresh staff. Staff who are properly trained to do this task. I’m just a bit nervous since I’m new to this position, but I promise, I’m experienced in this type of...stimulation, and this should be over shortly.”

Mr Cake’s nervous smile returned as she finally responded and broke the uncomfortable silence, his eyes moving back to her face, “Oh okay then. Sorry to say this dear, but I’m getting kind of old. It’s not as easy to...get aroused anymore by myself, so I’m...going to need some help.”

“Oh.”

!

After signing the necessary forms, they proceeded to the mount. “OK then. , please cClimb on the collection mount then please.” Red askedanswered, forcing a genuine-looking smile while, waving a hoof towards the large piece of furniture in the center, then drawing the curtains surrounding it around them once both had entered. She knew nopony else would come in the room, the stallions scheduled at thirty-minute intervals for their anonymity and privacy and her the only nurse on collection duty here, but she knew it always eased patients when the curtains were closed, forming that little cocoon of solidarity and solace for them. Given what she was about to do, Nurse Redheart was grateful for the feeling of anonymity herself.

“I don’t usually do this, donating for mares to get pregnant by themselves but….... I have my twins and love them to death, so I think it’s only fair other ponies, whether mare couples or single mares, get a shot at having foals of their own foals to love as well.” he stated as he walked past her, getting on the mounting frame and spraddling his back legs, laying his chest across the pseudo-mare as Red moved to strap him in and prepare him for collection. She noticed just how experienced he seemed as she was cleaning his sheath's opening with a cleansing solution.

Not your first time here, is it you naughty married stallion?

Red found the yellow fur on his belly was strangely distracting for her, keeping her attention away from his maleness, but time was not on her side and she needed to get to it. The next stallion arrived in seventeen minutes, and Mr. Cake needed to be done and out of there with at least five minutes to spare so he could clean himself up from the greasy lube in a quick shower.

Redheart quickly put the straps around Mr.Cake’s back hooves as she had every other stallion before him, leaving his fore-hooves to grasp the padded body of the mount. His breast was resting on it and his lower body from the base of his ribcage his chest down was free from anything under it, giving her room to...work. Gulping, with her preparations complete and her hooves gloved, the mare looked at the now-somewhat-intimidating pouch of yellow-furred flesh; knowing what it contained, and what she needed to coax out. She needed to get this married stallion hard for her.

Putting one of her hooves over his sheath, Red began to rub and stroke softly, watching as his hips started to buck in the familiar rhythm of sex and listening to the deep, masculine groans she was starting to love more and more with each donor that came in; the sound of a stallion being pleasured, generally by her hoof. She strictly focused on her work, facing away from Mr. Cake’s upper body as she used both hooves to gently rub him to arousal.

“Sorry to make you feel uncomfortable there Miss Redheart. I’ve kept this donating a secret even from my wife…it would be too shameful for me to show my face again if it…ohhhhh ugghgh…got o-out that I, a happily married stallion, was donating my seed!” he cried as she started rolling her hoof in a clockwise motion over his now-bulging sheath, while rubbing his swelling ballslower stomach with the other.

The baker thrust his hips rougher into her hooves as she started to rub a bit harder, groaning out as he could start to feel his flare begin to slide out of his sheath, it’s pink-and-black-mottled, flat head peaking out as though to see the pretty mare coaxing it out.

Moments later Mr. Cake’s stallion-pride stood fully hard, his fully-unsheathed length somewhat surprising the white mare; it was quite an impressive length, a full fourteen inches of hard stallionhood that would please any mare who had the pleasure of having it inside of her. It would seem what mares said about Earth-Ponies was true…

“Well Mr. Cake, you can rest assured you have nothing to be ashamed about, especially not with something like that between your legs.” Redheart cooed sensually as she applied more pressure, her other hoof now pressing into and stroking his perineum flank while he, lost in sensual ecstasy at having that highly-sensitive spot rubbed, licked at the mount’s faux-fur lining and moaned deeply just like every time a stallion had jerked himself off, thankfully curtained off from her. Now, she didn’t have the grace of a privacy curtain between the lustful moans of the pleasured stallion, and was indeed the source of those moans herself once more. She could feel her own nether growing moist at her actions, her own aroused scent that strongly permeated the room no doubt working the stallion up even more

Red quickly lubed her hooves, and soon after could feel Cake throbbing as he was nearing release some minutes of constant rubbing at varied speeds later. As she used her two well-lubed hooves to rub up and down his sizable spire, she kept targeting his very sensitive medial ring, knowing that rubbing along that band would usually set a stallion off quickly, and indeed seeing his glans swelling up into a mating flare as she did. She knew its purpose was to plug a mare’s passage up and make it so his soon-coming seed would only be able to go up into her womb, to where it was needed, and she found that idea very instinctively arousing. In response to seeing him flaring, his pulses of pre-cum becoming larger and his throbs more insistent, she sped up faster with her lubricated stroking, hearing his grunts and moans and throbs rising to a crescendo.

“N-Nurse, I’m….I’M CUMMING!” Mr Cake shouted out just as she felt his whole rod stiffen in her grasp, his flare absolutely massive now, making his cock look nearly like a mushroom in general shape.

Quickly, despite her lustful mind’s fogging at the realization of what was about to happen inside of a tube instead of inside her aching marehood where it was so needed, Redheart grabbed and readied the collection tube, positioning his urethral process, all that would fit of his massive flare, into the tube and strapped it on - and just in time. She then spoke aloud the words of encouragement she’d wanted to speak to every stallion who walked in here, but never had the nerve to say such things to total strangers.

“Come on Mr. Cake, give your seed to all of those mares without a stallion who want a foal of their very own to love and raise. Fill up this tube with a whole new generation of little Cakes. Come on big stud, show me that same virility that knocked up your wife with twins and release that foal batter so it can swell a mare or few nice and big with foals. Your foals. Think of all the ponies that are gonna be mothers now, because of you, maybe even with more twins! Cum!”

With that overwhelming, deeply-imbedded urge of impregnating a mare flowing through his mind, Mr. Cake let out a very deep breeding whinny as he harshly rammed his hips forward hard as though hilting a mare, nearly knocking the mare still rubbing him at his base onto her rump with the force, the tube thankfully attached to him and not possible to remove so easily.

Red had snuck a few rubs on her winking clit as his eyes were sealed in orgasmic ecstasy, savoring the little snakes of pleasure it sent down her spine. The floor around the mount was positively soaked with her honey, with her long ago losing the ability to care about that involuntary, inevitable reaction to jacking off stallion after stallion, the scent of their pheromones and musk and fertile seed filling the air sending her breeding instincts crazy and making her nearly feel like she was going into an early heat with the intensity of her need, her pussy squirting her lube all over the place.

Mr. Cake fired into the collection tube as he gave another sharp whinny, large powerful spurts of the proven-fertile, married Earth-Pony’s seed filling the first one quickly. Red missed a shot of the valuable cream as she sealed the first tube, unwrapped the second, and pressed his process into it again before he got to work filling the second tube. His whinnies died out as the last strands of his thick load tapered off, filling the quickly-swapped second tube just over three-quarters of the way, even with Redheart having missed one huge glob.

Collapsing onto the mount, the now-spent stallion gasped for air as his intense climax tapered off and his afterglow bloomed in its place, Mr. Cake smiling a dazed smile as the nurse gave his base a firm squeeze and him a quick nuzzle on the cheek when she stood.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad was it sir?” Buck that was hot...

“Not…not bad at all…” he stammered out, his once-huge flare shrinking and his spent stallionhood now going limp as its task was completed, going back to its home in his sheath. “It really helps to have such a dedicated helper though. I think you’re the best ‘collection assistant’ I’ve ever had...”

“See you this Saturday?” Red then inquired, him knowing she always came by on Saturday to get the special daily muffins he made, knowing how much she loved those cherry-cheesecake pastries…

“I’ll see you then. I’ll make sure to save the best ones for you, as always!”

“Definitely... but I don’t think we should tell your wife that that’s the second time this week you spilled some ‘batter’ for me...” Red quipped, Mr. Cake laughing at her joke as his back legs were freed and he moved on his way, picking up his apron and hat from the floor, heading to the shower after he signed out.

Oh bucking buck, I’m going to Tartarus for that analogy aren’t I?

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Nurse Redheart had several more encounters with ponies she knew over the course of the shift, most notable of them Soarin’ of the Wonderbolts. It seemed he wasn't just quick only in the sky, as he seemed to have a hair trigger to a mare rubbing him too, with him no sooner being strapped in and unsheathed, with her only lubing him up and rubbing him a couple of times, before he flared and he was cumming like a garden hose... and damn if he didn’t have a lot to fire off! He filled two whole containers and, by the end of it, his balls looked a lot more shrunken as he then dismounted the false mare with a satisfied smirk on his face as Red unstrapped his back hooves. He must have been it saving up for this.

When the arrogant colt gave Red a smack on the flank, that earned him a shocked whinny – and a just-as-hard smack across his smug-grinning muzzle!

“Sir, hooves to yourself! This was strictly for a professional, medical reason...” she scolded, watching with glee as a shocked look came to his face that she’d actually struck a stallion of his status.
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“Ok, we’re done here Mr. Bolt.” Red said flatly after she’d labeled and stored his samples away, him watching the whole time – impatient to get Soarin' out of there as his advances started going from almost playful to outright annoying and boastful. His grin was cute, his face and body handsome, but the stifling pride and arrogance he held within him his words passed on to her pissed her off more than she thought it should.

“Yeah, whatever whorse.”

“Leave. Now.” Red said with some venom, and the arrogant Wonderbolt finally left to shower the lube off. As he’d left completely, she saw a signed poster of himself with ‘To my big fan’ written on it left on the counter, with her cutie mark drawn crudely beneath it. He must have left that while she was freezing his sample.

Red promptly dumped the poster into the wastebasket, stamping it with her hoof a few times for good measure.

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Redheart was extremely tired by now, with a glance at the clock showing she’d been collecting directly or indirectly for the past 5 hours, but yet she had a few more stallions scheduled to donate.

The last few jobs however, weren't too bad, with all but one thankfully preferring to do it themselves, and the only one who’d 'needed help' was finished within two minutes, thanks to the rod he agreed to have put up his flank and the gentle shock setting his prostate ablaze with orgasm.

As she felt him throbbing in her hoof and whinning out his climax, the scent of freshly-spilled seed was fresh in her muzzle as she capped off the life-giving-seed-filled tubes and labeled them Crescent Moon | P, Red had found she’d had become more than just accustom to this. She didn’t know if it was her at this point nearly-crippling arousal messing with her mind, or if she truly loved hearing the moans of the stallions as they gave in to their lust; the feel of their muscles tensing up and members going rigid as they shook from the power and strength of their releases in her hooves, their cock pumping that life-giving fluid for some lucky mare to get knocked up with.

It was addicting, it was intimate, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

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Chapter 4: Emotional Quantity

As things were dying down and she was cleaning up for what she thought was the final time, once more confirming the samples were all properly labeled and the floor, mount, and bed were spotless, Nurse Redheart was surprised by a final knock on the door.

As she opened the door, her last, unannounced donor of the day surprised her. She came face-to-face with the young unicorn stallion she had…left quite an imprint on earlier in the day. Both mentally and physically.

Realizing this must be Fine Print’s idea of her giving restitution to the poor stallion she’d earlier abused, she prepared herself for the amazing apology she was about to give this young lad. The apology he more than deserved for how she’d lashed out at him because she was having a bad day. For how she’d...grabbed his balls and squeezed, then left him with a welt on his flank...

The blue-coated cleric stallion was terrified, standing outside the door already naked and shaking in his hooves upon seeing it was her doing this position, one hoof reaching back to rub the mark she had left on him subconsciously and practically feeling it throb as she stared at him.

“S-s-s-sorry a-a-again ma’am, f-for earlier. M-Miss Fine Print said I could make up for my m-mistake today if I made a contribution to the fertility effort, b-but I didn't know it was y-you who would...” he said, his voice shaky and crisp, cutting off before he could bring himself to say what she, the mare who had earlier nearly castrated him, was to supposed to do to him.

Red trotted up to him and very calmly touched noses with the petrified unicorn, feeling him flinch back from the sudden physical contact from her, and being very mindful to avoid his horn. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d nearly had an eye taken out while embracing a unicorn improperly, but she tended to avoid it as often as possible, for obvious reasons. As she stood there, staring into his shallow green eyes with her own of deep purple, her forehead meeting his as well as possible given said horn, she smiled at him and softly shushed him in an effort to calm him down.

“Shhhh…shhhh…it’s okay, no more yelling or hitting from me, I promise.” Red said softly, rubbing his nose with hers as he gently nodded his head, his impressive chest-long blue-black mane sliding over his shoulders. “I’m really sorry for what I did earlier; I was way out of line treating you the way I did. You’re new here and I should have understood that and been happy to help, instead of...hurting you the way I did.”

Lifting his head up, Red then gently licked the unicorn's horn slowly from base to tip, loving the way the male's body tensed up and his eyes bulged wide open at the sudden, very erotic gesture. Unicorns always had a sensitive horn, a key fact she had learned in her studies to become a nurse, and also one she had experienced in other, more sensual, applications of that fact.

Leaning up against his chest more, Redheart allowed his relatively strong frame to support her as she gave a playful nip to the stallion’s chin. “Never mind that little mistake this morning. A big, strong, sexy stud of a stallion like yourself can be allowed to make a few mistakes every now and then, right…?” she cooed, finding her words were quite genuine.

Looking over him again without a filter of rage, the bookish record-keeper actually was quite a strapping young stallion. She wasn’t lying either, or just talking him up to get him hard as she’d had to do for some of the other donors; she sincerely meant it. He was a young, lean, but still muscular stallion; rather buff for a unicorn, but still somewhat on the small side compared to the other, more physical races of pony.

The young unicorn melted under Red’s sensual tone and from the feel of her body against his, as well as the scent of a long-aroused, yet unsated, mare right up against him. Leaning down and pressing into her, he too began to give her gentle bites of affection and even a lick of appreciation across her neck and crest, getting a shuddering exhale as he nipped that very sensitive tuft of hair and skin, seemingly forgetting who this mare was,; too enraptured by the situation and her pheromones to seemingly care who the mare treating him this way was anymore.

Redheart had to give it to the kid, he was strong, sweet, and quite a specimen to behold, with her having quite a preference for unicorns to share her bed. He also knew how to return the pleasure and affection given to him, unlike some of the other stallions she’d been with. She felt remorse now for smacking his flank as she had earlier, even though all he’d put her through. She decided then and there to make the next experience for quite memorable him. After all, he was another donor, and that meant he got the same treatment all of the others had...and perhaps a little more.

Nudging him towards the mount with her muzzle, Red gave the young unicorn a firm pat on the backside, loving the quiet yelp he gave as she was a bit rough with her touch on that tender area. She knew everypony’s cutie-marks was an erogenous zone, and she’d indeed put that fact to use many times today.

“Put your fore-hooves up on that part there, then just relax. I’ll take care of the rest...” Redheart instructed softly as she then pointed to the upper portion, with the stallion doing as she’d asked, mounting the pseudo-mare and gripping it tightly in his nervousness.

Red then spread and arranged his back hooves, feeling him flicking his tail as he waited for further instructions, only for him to then to feel the gentle clinch of the straps around his back canons moments later, ensuring he’d stay still for her.

The young stallion struggled a bit, starting to panic until he felt the weight of the mare on his back, her now-bare fur clinging to his as she laid her head onto his. She’d taken her coat and hat off, leaving herself naked, also having removed her hairpins and letting her shoulder-length red mane flow, free from its hospital-mandatory confines.

Red’s small muzzle started moving to his ears and beginning to nip them gently, cooing to him sweetly; “Shhh…shhhh…take it easy. The straps are just a precaution to keep you still so you don’t hurt me or yourself if you start humping too hard in your climax. Just relax and take it easy, I promise I’m not going to hurt you again.”

Once again her words claimed the stallion and he followed through with her requests, laying his head and chest on top of the mount, letting his muscles loosen as well as he could. ”P-Please be gentle. T-this is my first time...doing anything sexual...” he stammered out, his cheeks flushed deep red as he admitted that fact.

Redheart’s eyes widened at that. This handsome stallion was still a virgin?! Once she got over the shock of that news, she only softly nodded as she climbed off of him; that physical contact with her was gone now, but she’d not completely left him it would seem. Her sexual fluids were still dribbling down his sides, making him shudder at the light chill the streams left as they dried.

“Sorry, you made me wet…” she cooed, rubbing his flanks softly, simultaneously; “... 'cuz you’re so sexy…”

As she said that, Red started to trace his body with her hooves, moving up his side and softly rubbing his back, then withers, feeling the stallion go from tense to totally relaxed under her learned touch.

After he was good and relaxed, Red then moved down his sides, rubbing his barrel and stroking his sides affectionately, getting a heavy shudder or a gentle giggle as she found a sensitive or ticklish spot.

The unicorn stallion gave a short moan, then a few deep groans as her hooves massaged and explored his body, her tongue coming next and licking the back of his neck and ears, with her getting a VERY deep moan from that!

Red made sure to start whispering to him the sweet things that made him blush before, then things that made his eyes grow wide; the sweet promises she made, with the sensual tone and dirty talk she used making his sheath swell quite a bit. Just as was planned.

Redheart’s demeanor shifted as her trailing hoof found the mark she had left on his back end, a wave of regret rolling through her as she knew she’d caused it out of her anger. She’d hurt this kind, sexy stallion. She’d hurt this stallion who was now going through this embarrassing procedure to give a mare a foal to love and raise as her own…

As she looked down to inspect the bruise, Red started by first rubbing it gently, mindful of any signs of discomfort he made, willing to stop at the first one. Her touch was gentle however, having treated far worse wounds than this before, and as such he didn’t so much as flinch as she carefully examined it.

Next she brought in her tongue, lapping and kissing the mark tenderly, hearing an instinctive warning whinny from him and as she did pulling back instantly at the warning.

“Sorry!”

Red did nothing more sensual for a moment, before looking up to him to gauge what he wanted her to do. As she saw him simply nod to her, she then nodded back and continued arousing him, but now carefully avoided the mark she'd left, instead letting her wet, warm tongue slide along the rest of his stifle and croup, then lower underbarrel.

Red started finding that she loved the way this stallion groaned and arched his back, leaning his head back in his pleasure, his horn sparking energy on occasion. She also loved his own unique scent; the unique musky scent of this stallion alongside that of parchment and ink from his station, and the antiseptic that everyone smelled like in the hospital.

Finally after all of her teasing, which was far more and beyond anything she’d done for any other donor, Red found this stallion was ready for the next part as she reached down and found his pole rock-hard and lightly throbbing in anticipation. A small puddle of pre-cum had formed under him, his shaft and balls wet with his pre-emission; the mix of a mare gently laying on him and rubbing him, licking him, leaving her liquid arousal on him and then whispering some very dirty things to him clearly making him ready to 'donate' now.

One hoof started blindly moving along that hardened length of stallionhood and earned her a shudder from the stallion, with Red thinking his shaft would never end before she finally reached his medial ring, then his swollen tip. She made a small gasp of surprise at his size, finding he easily sized up in length and girth to the much larger Earth-Pony stallions that had been in here earlier, even if he himself was only two-thirds their size. “You know kid, just this morning I first thought you were a simple colt, but what I feel down here proves just how wrong I was…” she complimented, genuinely impressed by this unicorn’s twelve-inch second horn. "It just proves to me what a stallion you really are."

As she felt him throb in response to the compliment, Redheart made her hoof stroke up and down his length, hearing a surprised gasp as he received his first stroke from a mare upon it. Red loved the way his body arched and his hips shifted with each stroke she gave it, carefully focusing on his medial ring, the stallion's most sensitive part besides his flare. She made sure he could feel each slow, deliberate rub she made, knowing this was his first time experiencing something sexual and sensual with a partner and wanting to make it the absolute best for him.

Redheart knew she was loving it. She knew she hadn't put gloves on, but she also knew her hooves and the floor were quite sterile, and as such it wasn’t something that would harm the procedure. She then reached over and lubed her hooves up before getting back to work with a much more slippery rod to rub, slathering the lube evenly all over his length and head.

Red was giving this stallion a direct hoofjob, nothing in between him and her, and knew he'd love it more because of that.

“Mmm, so how is this young stud liking his first hoofjob?” Redheart asked, keeping her strokes slow for now, feeling the sensation of his cock’s loose skin moving over its solid core.The constant pulses from his member and small spurts of pre consistently coming from him more than answered her question from a physical standpoint, both sure signs he was being very properly stimulated, but she wanted to know how HE was doing. If the stallion himself was OK with this.

“Oh....Oh WOW…” the stallion managed to moan out.

“Heh, if you think just a hoof is good, just wait ‘til you feel the REAL thing. Just wait until you really top a mare and give her a good rutting.” Redheart said, giving his length a nice hard rub, “With this beautiful specimen, you could likely give her the ride of her life…”

Red had said that last part for his sake, but easily found herself growing even more aroused by the thought of him mounting her, of him thrusting into her and filling her up with this monster, her mind giving her a very vivid depiction of what it would be like. Her tail was raised high and curved over her back in her arousal, her clit winking in a rapid pattern now as her mare-honey flowed freely down her back legs, which spread widely in anticipation of the stallion that wasn’t there; feeling her own pleasure starting to rise as she pleasured this handsome stallion.

Red wanted this to go on forever – hearing his soft moans and coos of pleasure, his humps growing harder and his throbs more frequent – but realized she was running nearly on empty herself; the long day of running around the hospital, followed by rubbing off at least five other stallions by herself, leaving her physically drained. She had to finish this soon, before she passed out from exhaustion and left him strapped to this mount and dissatisfied ‘down there’; what would be a truly a horrible situation, for both of them.

Grabbing one of the prostate massagers off of the nearby tray, Red gently released his member, softly rubbing his cutie-mark and gently shushing him as he softly whickered at the lack of contact, that rubbing seemingly soothing him as his thrusts slowed down.

Red then he used her still-lubed hoof to rub his ponut, the tight hole under his tail relaxing under her touch as she used her hoof-tip to gently coax it open, getting an uncomfortable squirm and whimper from him in the process. She knew from personal experience that anal penetration had to be a slow and gentle process, especially during a pony’s first time. After a few gentle rubbing and stretching exercises to relax and open him up a bit, she then told him the procedure.

“OK, now it’s time for me to stimulate your prostate directly so we can get a nice, big batch of seed for some lucky mare, or mares, to have a foal with. You know what this involves, yes?” Redheart asked, receiving a hesitant nod and another gentle whimper from the stallion.

“Is that OK?” she asked again, receiving another short nod.

“Ok, you’re going to feel some pressure under your tail…” she warned softly, then gently prodded the tip of the rod into the stallion's anus.

At the feel of cold metal at his tail-hole, he initially freaked and tried to pull away only for the cuffs to keep him pinned. With Redheart having placed his tail into a sling to keep it out of the way and to prevent any...unpleasant tangles from occurring, she’d unintentionally left him feeling very defenseless now, with her seeing fear in his eyes.

“Shhhh…it’s okay…is this your first time with this too?” Red asked softly.

“Y-y-yes!” The stallion sobbed out of fear more than pain or displeasure, burying his face into her tail, lightly chewing it for the comfort that the sensation of mastication could provide.

Redheart stood and squeezed the scared stallion in a tight hug to show her solidarity with his plight, “Okay then, we’ll go really slow at first then, okay?” she reassured him, “I’m going to be right here If anything gets too weird for you, and if we need to stop, let me know.”

The unicorn nodded again and now kept his muzzle buried in the mount’s faux-hair coating, feeling as she started gently prodding the massager further into his rectum, it easily sliding in with no resistance given how well-lubed he was. Soon, she started feeling resistance as the young stallion clenched hard at the feeling of it sliding deeper, then holding the rod steady until eventually he stopped clenching and she was able to slowly press it further in.

When enough of it was in, her feeling it ‘drop’ inside of him to confirm that, and his fearful whimpers had died down to groans and pleasured moans—which she noted only happened if she angled the rod in a certain way—she decided the time had come. She slowly started rubbing the rod manually into his prostate, sending a jolt of intense pleasure through him each time she did

“Hey, what’s your name sweetheart? I seem to have missed catching it.” Redheart asked, genuinely interested in learning this handsome young soon-to-be-stud-and-sire’s name. That, and she needed to know it to label the sample he’d soon be producing.

“F-Form Chaser,” he squeaked, his voice barely above a forced whisper as the rod once more hit that wondrous spot in his pelvis and sent an intense surge of tingling sensation through him, making his hips thrust forward on reflex and another thick dollop of pre-cum to drool onto the floor, joining into the rather large puddle he’d produced since she’d started rubbing on him.

“I’m Nurse Redheart, good to meet you again Form Chaser.” she said, feeling resistance once more as his rectum started to squeeze on the rod again, but this time on reflex to the feeling of his prostate being rubbed instead of out of discomfort.

As Red so-soon felt him starting to flare as she now leaned over him, her free hoof wrapped around his penis while her other hoof tended to the stimulation rod, made one more request to him. “I can tell you’re close, so if you wanna-have to yell during, be sure to scream loud okay? Let it all out and let me hear your passion. Remember, nopony but you and me can hear you in here.” she whispered to him sensually. She always loved her bed-mates to be loud when she was younger; to hear them cry out their passion as she made them cum, whether deep inside her as she clamped her muscled down on them, locking them inside, or all over her. She knew this sperm had a more important destiny than going down her shower drain however.

Red then left both the rod and his penis unattended, instead securing the collection tube around his process and the strap around his upper shaft, then pressed the extending button on the rod’s side.

As Red once more grasped the rod at Form’s anus, the tip of the massager was just barely moved with each press of the button, but each tiny movement managed to snag something inside of Form in there that was making him feel strange yet wonderful now; the intensity of his pulses of tingly pleasure increasing drastically, his penis flexing for seconds on end now as he started to shudder heavily and now constantly drooling his pre.

After moments more of this intense stimulation, Form felt a pressure building up in his pelvis, growing more and more intense now, his cock throbbing as his ass contracted around the rod each time it moved at all, with each tiny bit more from what the nurse was doing adding more and more to that pressure.

As he felt his flare growing, Form cried out very loudly, his hooves squeezing even tighter around the mount as he felt those all so-tiny movements inside of him becoming almost unbearable; each press of the button rubbing deep into his prostate and ultimately leading to making him bite into the furred mount to keep his sanity.

Redheart tried to suppress the arousal that his anal deflowering was doing to her but her body was too worked up now, her passage clenching on nothing and her clit winking rhythmically, her body reaching its final stage as he reached his own.

Red began to 'feel around' with the rod, noting Form’s groans and pitches rising in intensity and frequency with one particular spot. Focusing on the spot, everything a routine now as she continued to tap the rubbing button, she found herself loving the way his body shook, shuddered-whimpered; how it pleaded for release, a release she'd soon very happily give him.

Redheart knew the time had come as he started to flare completely and throb harder, finding the flare was actually almost as large as Mr. Cake’s has been; quite impressive for a unicorn., if a just bit smaller. His thrusts had reached the fevered pitch of a climaxing stallion and, with a quick kiss to his croup flank, she pressed the shock button and squeezed on his stallionhood’s base tightly, instantly feeling it go completely rigid and throbbing hard.

“Cum for me.”

At that so-sexy demand, Form Chaser’s body tensed so tightly that Red swore he imploded when she sent that small shock into his prostate, with him throwing his head back and giving a long-winded whinny of pure passion as his beyond-intense first prostate orgasm shot through him and overloaded his mind; the sensations rolling up and down his spine, the tingles charging every nerve ending in his body and making him nearly black out.

His dick practically exploded as another shock was administered and Redheart kept softly rubbing his cock’s base and prostate both gently, the young stallion firing several massive and consecutive spurts of creamy virgin unicorn seed into the tube so hard it made his urethra sting, the first two weighing it down and filling it up.

Redheart had been unprepared for him giving so much so quickly, and barely had time to drop her motions, seal the first tube and replace the filled tube with a second, then seal it too and place a third, before eventually the stallion’s reservoir finally began to run dry. As she watched the final tube hanging from him and filled to the brim, with him having given what must have been well over 300cc of thick cum, she saw the last trickles and drips splatter all over the ground as the tube overfilled, streaming down the tube and making quite the mess.

As he came off his orgasm after what had felt like an eternity of pulsing, near-unbearable pleasure, Form’s body buckled onto the mount, with him nearly passing out again; using the pseudo-mare to support himself as the supports he was strapped to held his back legs up to support them too.

Nurse Redheart collapsed in her own puddle of fluids, having felt her own spasms of an orgasm on the brink as he’d came for her, her on-edge mind finally sent over as she’d watched the last tube fill up; her vaginal muscles were trying to squeeze on a cock that simply wasn’t there and claim his seed into her, her clit winking near-constantly; her body just needed the tiniest bit more stimulation to set her over into the promised land of bliss.

“W-wow…” Form barely managed to stammer out in surprise as he watched as Red then floppedlaid on her back on the floor in her own juices, spread her legs wide, and started to roughly rub her winking clit with one hoof and pussy with the other, clearly unable to resist anymore as she finally gave in to the urge to finish herself off after a whole day of intense stimulation and no release.

“I’M CUMMING!”

Form heard Redheart scream out as she followed it with a high-pitched whinny of pure satisfaction, her hips bucking up and grinding rapidly into her still-rubbing hooves after only a few rubs to set herself over, a stream of femme-cum spraying a good few feet from her as she sharply arched her back off the ground. She came the hardest she’d ever had before, her long-denied and well-earned orgasm seeming to last forever as she only added to the puddle of her emissions beneath her.

~

After what felt like forever of swirling in that world of ecstasy, her passage squeezing on itself and her clit intensely, then slowly, winking against her hoof and causing a tingle to roll through her each time it did, Red found that it had been only about thirty seconds of the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt instead of an eternity as she wearily glanced up to the clock – and realized it was thirty minutes after she was supposed to sign out for the night, her shift long over. As she came down off her high, Redheart virtually deflated, panting hard as her afterglow settled in and she at last relaxed in pure relief.

“By Celestia, that...was bucking HOT!” Red heard Form say, figuring he’d watched the whole scene of her masturbating, his eyes wide and his chin nearly to the floor; having watched what had been the first mare ever cumming because of him.

Eventually, Redheart willed her limp, totally exhausted body up to her hooves, gently quivering as she then looked over the messy, cum-soaked room that once was a sterile lab.

“Well, you weren’t exactly ice-cold yourself, stud. I think you gave me my best orgasm ever, and you didn’t even need to touch me!” Red cooed, giving a drowsy smile as she removed the final, overfilled collection tube from him and cleaned up what had leaked out with a sanitary cloth, barely resisting the urge to lick it, then from whence it had came, clean instead. She could still feel her legs slightly numb because of her orgasm.

During some more banter about how hot one cumming had been to the other, Redheart carefully removed the steel rod from Form’s rear, him relaxing to let her, and then sterilized and replaced it on the tray for it to be used on the next stallion who ‘needed some help’ donating. She next released Form’s back hooves and he wearily climbed off of the mount, his fore-legs wobbling as he stood on them for the first time in nearly an hour. He knew he’d be sore tomorrow in more than one place, but it had been so worth it!

“Hey, um, Ms.Redheart? Can I help you clean up? I’m kinda responsible, at least for most of it.” Form asked, looking to the mare who’d ‘collected’ him so lovingly, indeed his first mare ever. He then brought his chest to press against hers as his muzzle rested on her crest in an embrace. “I insist.”

Redheart’s ear flicked at the voice that had once so annoyed her earlier, finding it now had an endearing quality to it; the tone of his offer that of a little colt asking for a cookie from his mother, but with the much deeper, sexier baritone of a full-grown stallion.

“Y-yeah, I could use the help.” Red had found herself agreeing, her face flushed as she pulled back a bit and stared right into Form’s eyes. As she did, she felt her heart hammering in her chest, her stomach making little circles and fluttering all the while.

Redheart simply smiled to Form from time to time as he then helped her clean the shiny floor of what of his leaked passion that couldn’t be contained, and those of her own extensive squirts. Wiping down the mount was next for her, and then she made sure to seal the three filled-to-the-brim tubes containing Form’s thick, young, and likely extremely virile ejaculation.

Red smiled as she wrote out and stuck the label onto the completely-filled containers – ‘Form Chaser’s very hearty sample | U’ – before putting them in the freezer.

The two ponies had then left the collections room after From signed his disclaimer forms for the ‘procedure’ and donation, Red too caught up in the heat of the moment to have him do it before they’d started, Red flicking off the lights as they did. They then cleaned themselves up in separate showers, an empty pair of patient room and a supply closet with fresh uniforms for them thankfully just a short walk away from the stairwell.

As she showered – getting a day’s worth of greasy lube, her own sex fluids, sweat, and stallion musk and stray streams of cum off of herself, as well as laying and relaxing her tired muscles under the soothingly warm water – Red found herself rubbing her marehood again as the warm water ran down her exhausted body, all the while thinking of what she’d just done with Form and memories of that moment of closeness they’d had after it as well. As she rubbed herself, she thought about her upcoming heat; about going to Form and flagging her tail over her back, telling him to rut her until her womb was swelling with his cum. Telling him to knock her up with a ‘donation’ directly from him to her.

As she thought of him cumming deep inside her, of how his thick seed would feel in her fertile womb and making a baby, she reached her climax moments later, muffling a whinny as her clit winked into her still-rubbing hoof and her hips ground against it, her passage tugging at her hoof as she added her own off-white fluids to the water running down the drain, intense pleasure once more rolling through her mind.

As she finished up cleaning herself, got out, and dried off, Red found herself thinking more and more about Form, indeed unable to take her mind off him.

After both were clean and they met in the empty hallway, Form saw Red’s troubled state, clear from her slumped posture and distant gaze. He walked up to her and suddenly wrapped Red in another gentle hug, which she gladly accepted, wrapping her own hooves around his crest and nuzzling her muzzle into the crook of his neck, him nuzzling in turn into her mane. Red felt her eyes starting to moisten as she was held by somepony after so long alone, melting into the embrace as she felt him rocking softly with her in his arms.

As their embrace ended and Form moved to leave, Red grabbed him by the tail with her mouth and gently tugged it to get his attention, before intimately moving towards his head and putting her mouth to his ear.

“Don't forget to drop in tomorrow after your shift folder-boy. Don't make another ‘mistake’ and make me come and find you for your donation appointment tomorrow...”

Form gulped and nodded, giving Red a sideways glance before leaving; not entirely sure she was serious with the perceived threat of tracking him down, but all the same not wanting to risk it. He’d be there tomorrow alright, but not only because she’d told him to be.

That ‘collection’ had felt absolutely amazing, and damn if he didn't want to spend more time with this sexy, sensitive mare AND get another orgasm like that alongside.

~

As she left the collections room after giving it a another look-over, Form having left her earlier with a ’See you tomorrow!’ and a friendly nuzzle which she returned, Redheart came up to find Tenderheart smiling at her, her own shift apparently ending when Red’s, and shortly after Form’s had, having waited for her to clean up first before approaching her. “So how was et down ‘ere luv? I ‘eard Miss Priss, th’ witch, made ya ‘collect’ stallions t’day. I’m sowy ya ‘ad t’ do somefin so degratin’...” she said, a look of genuine pity on her face.

Redheart flinched at that comment. Before the events of the last six hours, she might have agreed with her friend about collecting semen being a horrible affair, but after what she’d experienced, especially within the past hour, she felt that was no longer the case. “Well, it wasn’t actually as bad as I thought it would be really. I got to meet many fine, rather handsome stallions with good hearts who are donating to a noble cause, and even got to know some of them very…intimately,” responded Redheart with a wink, and, passing by Tenderheart to get to the nurses’ station and sign out for the day, she was suddenly surprised to come face to face with Fine Print.

“Great job today Redheart. You answered the call to arms, and I’m proud to say you did well. I hope your new duty distracted you from how tiring your day was?” Fine Print asked, before her voice turned very intimate; “...and maybe later this week when the new equipment and personnel comes in, I can show you and Form personally how you might improve your skills in there?”

The offer startled Redhoof and Tenderheart alike. After some quick thinking, Red found that she was actually willing to give a more intimate relationship with her once-hated boss a try after seeing how she'd spoken and acted with her in the basement, just not tonight.

After her massive orgasm not an hour ago, the second powerful one in the shower, and the utterly-draining day however, Red only wanted her bed now, and that’s just what she planned to get.

“Sure thing boss but maybe later, as you said. I'm a bit bushed right now after so many…distractions. But you think maybe this time we can actually finish the ‘demonstration’…?” Red replied with a bit of a huff, simply getting a knowing wink and smirk from her boss before she then walked away, tail swaying teasingly.

“Wot th’ ‘ell was ‘at? Did we go down th’ bloody rabbit ‘ole or somefin’?” Tenderheart asked her friend, watching as Nurse Redheart walked away after giving her a wink and a chuckle, then signing out and shutting off the lights as that wing closed for the night.

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Chapter 5: Heated Memories

Red woke up groaning with a massive headache, her eyes groggily opening and revealing that her corneas were bright red from a lack of sleep, her ears ringing from the continual and significant pounding in her head. Raising one of her white hooves to her temple she grimaced and tensed as she felt the insistent throbbing inside her skull, her body feeling like it had been put through the ringer of an Iron Pony competition.

Her joints burned, her bones ached, her withers shivered under the stress of simply standing up and walking to the bathroom to relieve herself. She felt sore, all of her limbs screamed at her as though she’d been working out hard all night instead of resting as she had been. She also began to feel a nauseous sting in her overly-acidic stomach, the sickening feeling building as she felt like she was about to void her stomach’s contents all over her sweat-matted bed and all over herself in the process. Just the kind of side effects that one would expect come from the night of heavy drinking she’d had.

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From what little she could remember of the night before, Red had arrived home from her work sometime late in the evening, arriving just before the sun’s setting. Sitting down at her small table for one, she had slowly eaten a favorite meal of hers meal consisting of roasted bell-peppers, mushrooms, and lightly-cooked hay cooked in red wine—which she’d taken the liberty of pouring herself a glass of as well—and doused in a raspberry vinaigrette.

Red had taken her time to finish her meal, remembering how many cases she had encountered on shift where young stallions had to come into the hospital from eating too fast and having terrible stomach aches, only for her to prescribe them some antacids to make it all better; knowing severe indigestion was not an experience she personally wanted to go through, but had an unsatisfied need in her stomach and mind both demanding she finish eating quickly so she could then reflect on the rather... unique events of her day. She’d finished her small meal within an hour. Red hadn’t wanted to revisit those thoughts or memories, her emotional predicament making the day’s events the last thing she wanted to think of the flashes that kept creeping back into her mind alone making her moan and cross her legs as her marehood started to moisten again.

Those feelings were very fleeting however, her heightened arousal vanishing only to be replaced by embarrassment and the reality that she was in her mundane, unsexy house and had a glass of red wine held in her hooves, not in that small basement medical room with a stallion’s most sensitive cock firmly held in her hooves, throbbing its life-giving load into a tube like she’d held many times the previous day. The still-warm plastic tube of cum in her hooves was now replaced instead by a cool wine glass, the scent of fresh cum and stallion musk replaced by the fleeting scents of the dinner she’d cooked.

Once she was done eating Red had sipped her glass of fine Cherry Blossom-approved wine, though quickly found that the small glass was doing nothing for her. By the time she had checked her clock to see it was getting late, she had chosen to sit in her living room – and had finished the almost-full bottle of wine. Rather than go to sleep despite her alcohol-induced drowsiness, she had decided to give in to her desires and reflect upon the actions and experiences of her day, her thoughts having shifted from re-living the tiring morning of inventory and lugging machinery to the alarming meeting with her boss Fine Print in the basement...and then all that had followed.

Red had been suddenly bombarded with mental images of her tantalizing boss-mare, Fine Print, in which she was in rather blush-inducing poses, her tail flagged to her as she looked invitingly to Red while wearing a nurse’s outfit, or another of her laid on her back with her tailed lowered, looking back to Red with everything she had on display. More and more Red thought of her boss and even her friend and co-worker Tenderheart, both posing lewdly for her and her alone. They were such alluring and pulse-racing poses too, just begging Red to please them, to make them hers if only for the day – if not forever.

Guilt and shame burned in Red’s cheeks as she’d envisioned her boss and co-worker in a way no employee or friend should if they were a professional, her mind simmering with such erotic and risque thoughts even before they had drifted on to what had came later in the day.

The hours of hoof-jobs, milking sessions, and the total overload of erotic and passionate thoughts had then shot through her mind, Red thinking back to every stallion she had touched, stroked, and smelled throughout the day, and before all of that getting an incomplete hoof-job of her own from Fine Print. She couldn't help but shiver at the total excitement of it all, having deeply enjoyed each moment as the stallions’ cocks had erupted their life-giving spunk into the collection tubes, remembering her eyes going wide at how hard and how much they had shot.The thrill of her sharing in something so intense and so intimate as her virtually conceiving a foal for another mare was deeply satisfying to her, the thought of making another another mare a mother making her heart pound and her spirit soar.

Red had blushed deeply as she remembered the embarrassment and yet erotic joy she had taken in those actions, especially when she had handled stallions she interacted with during her daily life; the ones she saw and talked with near-daily; her baker, Mr. Cake, being first and foremost coming to mind.

Red squirmed at the thought.

Red was worried if she would ever be able to look Mrs. Cake in the eye at all after her most recent encounter with her husband, or if the whole time she would be remembering how she held and stroked her husband to an earsplitting orgasm, watching the married stallion’s unbelievably huge flare blast a geyser of his thick, hot stallion-milk – knowing it was carrying what could potentially be two billion new foals – into the collection tube while the older stallion cried out in the erotic pleasure of sweet release. A release Red herself had brought him.

Soarin’s arrival had also been a surprising moment; more of a shock actually, and quite a pain in the flank too. Red was not one of those ponies who went gaga at the sight of celebrities, but even she had to admit that when she had seen the Wonderbolt enter the collection room her heart had skipped a few beats. Of course, that was before he opened his mouth and started spewing his egotistical manure, his ego worn so freely like that ridiculous blue-and-yellow outfit they all wore during their performances...and just as gaudy and loud too.

Soarin’ had quite a chip on his shoulder and he was in desperate need of some lessons in humility, but Red had to admit that he was sweet in his own way, for he had whispered sweet things back to her during his collection, driving her own lust higher unintentionally - or perhaps intentionally. Then, when she had hesitated with him as he’d grown erect before collecting him, her nerves shot from the pressure of the many other stallions she’d rubbed off before, Soarin’ had spoke calmly and sweetly to her, guiding her through the anxiety. It was one thing that made her previous day possible, loathe to admit it as she was.

Soarin’ was still too much of a colt for her though, too headstrong without anything meaningful inside his thoughts. His extreme liberties with her and her body she had not consented to, him treating her and indeed calling her a ‘whorse’ and—though she would admit to herself that any pony that came that hard and that long might be worth a ride—he was too brash and crude for her to take seriously, something she knew that would bite him in the tail in the future.

Red herself knew the repercussions of being so brash and unthinking personally, as it had nearly cost her her job once or twice.

Next, after the headstrong Wonderbolt, several of her own neighbors had come to donate their seed, her surprise matching theirs as they all were brought into a strange and heart-throbbing situation with their beautiful nurse-mare neighbor. Being with stallions she knew and interacted with on daily basis outside her job had been an interesting experience to say the least; she’d held them, comforted them and milked them to their release or heard them masturbating themselves, more than one ending up with the shock-rod up his bum by his own acceptance.

Nothing Red had done up to that point in her life had prepared her for the feeling of those big, strong bodies shuddering under her ministrations, their once-strong voices devolving into high pitched neighs and whinnies of absolute pleasure and release; the sensations she’d gotten from watching as their massive horse-cocks’ flared, pulsed and rewarded both her and their owners – and the future mothers of the foals it would sire – with a spray after spray of their hot jizz. It had been too much for Red to handle, her mind going nearly insane from the eroticism of what she had done.

<Who can I talk to about this...I need to talk to someone eventually or I’m going to go crazy!>

Red’s hooves were still sore from jerking all those long and thick, generally-mottled penises, overwhelmed by the memories of all of the multiple sizes she’d held, the different shapes and colors. She remembered the feeling of their balls in her hooves as she’d stimulated them, some softer, but all heavy and firm, plump with virile sperm as she’d held them in her hooves, the sensitive orbs safely nestled in their pouches, or tensed up as the the stallions who owned them was spewing forth their contents when they were milked of their seed.

Just recreating those mental pictures, of the stallions cumming into the tubes and knowing what was to become of that donation, had caused Red to feel the need to dunk herself into a tub of cold water just to cool herself off, but she instead substituted with another glass of cold wine. Her hope to keep the memories from making her squirt all over her expensive carpet had not come to pass, for she had still felt the wet pearls of her femininity dripping across her swollen slit and off onto it.

In that moment of lustful reminiscence, Redheart had begun to think about her last lover of the evening. The handsome unicorn stallion, Form Chaser.

Just the thought of Form’s very timid personality, and giant loads, made Red’s vulva wink repeatedly at the very thought of him, further messing her couch and carpet with more of her female lust. Thinking about how he was so sweet, so humble; one of those stallions whose naivete and inexperience with sex and life in general made them so much more sexy; especially to older, experienced mares like herself. The feel of his strong body pressed to hers still lingering in her mind as he’d quivered under her touch, the sounds and cries of pure orgasmic pleasure he had made as she milked him dry still fresh in her ears.

Red couldn't get over the way he had trembled as she held him, her hoof stroking him as she whispered words she couldn’t quite remember into his soft, cutely-flicking ears, making her body shiver with the memory. Of putting the rod up inside of him and making him have undoubtedly the best orgasm he’d ever had before, shocking and rubbing his prostate until Form could give no more.

Red had never been with a virgin before him, and taking Form’s virginity had been a unique and rewarding experience; to feel such a young and strong stallion submit to her, to feel his hooves and body shudder in submission from the power of expelling the entire contents of his balls for the first time ever, giving his seed for mares to bear his foals with, was simply indescribable. Form couldn't be more than eighteen years, twenty at the very most, which meant his gratuitous spunk was likely quite virile ...and her hooves had been covered in it when the final tube had overflown and she’d removed it. She couldn’t stop thinking about how thick and warm it had felt. How full of potential life.

How they’d met and their initial relationship was indeed very strange; first thing in the morning Red chews him out, indeed nearly castrating the poor stallion, and by her shift change in the evening she had already laid on top of Form, whispering erotic words to him – which she couldn’t help but think were at least partially true – as he ejaculated a third of a liter of cum, at least, mainly from the touch of her hoof and her aroused scent driving him to the edge.

Just thinking about Form’s cum, undoubtedly still sitting in the freezer waiting to make some lucky mare or mares swell with his foals soon, made Red blush and fidget, her back legs crossing as her tail instinctively lowered to hide her swollen, winking vulva and help alleviate her carpet of more of her honey dripping onto it, quite the sizable puddle already there.

That thought had been when the self-doubt had encroached upon her mind. She was not a filly anymore, nor even a mare in her prime; indeed a mare on her way out of her prime. Red’s age had never really bothered her though until she had started to work with more, younger nurses, only then learning that a forty-six-year-old mare was indeed slightly lacking in such a vibrant and active workplace as a hospital.

For a long time, ponies with medical Cutie Marks had been usually quite scarce in Ponyville, and so Redheart had enjoyed the rather limited status as one of the few nurses in Ponyville. After all, when a hospital only had two nurses and no other options, they didn’t seem to mind how old they were so long as they could do the job. However, over the years, younger and younger nurses had begun to arrive.

Both Tenderheart and Red, despite their age difference, managed to luck out with being hired together. Now that she was confronted by working alongside several other younger and possibly more beautiful mares, Redheart had begun to feel more self-conscious about her age. The younger mares, through no fault of their own, had made her feel old and less beautiful, even despite many assurances from Tenderheart herself about her beauty.

How many stallions would want to be with an old mare like herself, she wondered, especially when the younger mares could offer far more than she could. They could offer the allure, energy and benefits of a youth; and just as importantly a healthy, young body for having and caring for foals with. Red was not sure she was beyond the ability to have or care for a foal herself just yet but she knew she was definitely nearing that point, with the thought of having foals crossing her mind more and more often lately; every estrus, and especially during the events of the previous day. It didn’t help that her next estrus was coming soon, the hormones and desires it brought with it already starting to faintly form within her.

Red’s desire for a child, however, conflicted with her utmost conviction of having one only with a stallion of her choosing beside her, the same stallion who gave her said foal being there to help raise the child he’d sired. She respected the fertility initiative and the validity of foals being conceived from artificial insemination, but she herself wanted to feel a stallion with and within her, his thick cock spreading her marehood wide in her estrus and filling her belly up from the source at her foal’s conception instead of an uncaring doctor squirting cold sperm into her womb with what was basically a long thin metal tube and syringe. She wanted a stallion with whom she could wake up beside every day for the rest of their lives, somepony she could show their resulting child to and say ‘this is ours, we made this together and it’s ours to raise. Together.’

Of course, such emotional feelings were only a fraction of the problem Red felt. The rest of the issue was that such promiscuous behavior was fine for young, carefree mares like Rainbow Dash or Berry Punch. She, however, was an official, a nurse; a pony of responsibility and order. The holder of an important job and with a status that required solemnity and decorum. Acting like a giggling, horny school-filly looking to have sex with every lad she met was not a way for a respectable mare of her position to act. She was responsible for ponies’ lives after all.

Red’s sense of professionalism had been violated the previous day, and what made it even worse was it had been violated in the course of actually doing her job. It didn’t matter how important the semen collection was or even how Ponyville’s population was slowly dwindling and that this was an easy solution for that, as such animalistic activities of ‘collection’ tugged at her sense of duty and professionalism, skewing the lines of duty and primal lust so all it was was a muddled line to her; something that had never happened to her before in the line of duty.

Collecting the sperm should have only been her job to her but it went beyond that, arousing Red in her free time now and making it so all she could think about was jacking off those stallions. Taking any pleasure in the memories of what was a legitimate medical procedure and for a noble cause, of turning it into her own personal lust-fuel, seemed to flaunt in the face of everything she believed in before.

With all this weighing down on Red’s shoulders, she had done the only thing she could think of in order to cleanse herself of the self-doubt and the shameful guilt it placed upon her, if only temporarily: she drank. Digging into her alcohol cupboard, she had brought out two bottles of very hard Sweet Apple Acres Vintage apple cider and spiced it up with a heavy splash or two of strong brandy. She had then spent the night drinking and trying to block out the feelings and memories that plagued her, drinking so long and so much that she eventually passed out quite late in the morning, barely making it to her bed before the world went black.

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Red, now in the present, shook her head, blinking in surprise as she straddled her bed. Her white body was bare and her red mane dangled unrestrained and tangled about her shoulders and chest, undoubtedly looking just as bedraggled as she felt. She moaned warily as she finally took the courage to look at herself in her bedroom mirror – and was mildly surprised to find it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would have been. Her fur was damp with sweat and spilled wine, but thankfully those was the only things in her fur this time. Other times, when she had woken up under similar circumstances in a bar or dorm, she had not been so presentable…once even finding a very specific sticky white stuff in her coat and mane.

Red knew she had to return to work later this afternoon, and also knew it was going to take everything she had to just get herself looking and feeling presentable for that. She was not looking forward to what she’d need to go through to pull this feat off, as she had never gone to work suffering from a severe hangover before. Usually she made sure to keep her heavy drinking for the nights before her days off, but of course yesterday had been a unique situation.

Heading into her shower Red turned the hot water on, letting the sound of running water soothe her as she gathered her bathing necessities. Finally the water turned from cold to hot and Red climbed into her shower, shutting the glass door behind her with her back leg, and instantly loving the warm water pouring down her matted, sore body. The heat and purifying feeling of the hot water made her swoon on her four legs as it relaxed her tensed muscles, the water splashing across her outstretched face and neck, sliding its way across her chest and down to her barrel. Her withers shivered with the feelings of hot cascading water splashing across them as, in unison, Red spread her back legs, her tufted tail curling up to allow the water to flow down her flanks, crotch and stifles, then pool at her back hooves.

As Red stood there, letting the water cleanse her of her worries and troubles if only for a moment, she thought once more of the handsome unicorn she’d come to think of more and more the previous day. She wondered to herself if Form Chaser would be interested in being more to her than just a sperm donor she’d collected from; if he would want to be more than simply her colleague as well.

Red’s doubts were well-founded, she realized. While inter-tribal relations did happen amongst ponies, it wasn’t often that a Pegasus went with a non-Pegasus, or an Earth ponies with non-Earth-ponies. That was just the way of things, with minor exceptions here and there. An exception Red hoped she and From could be a part of.

Redheart had always believed this trend was because a Pegasus knows how to touch a fellow Pegasus, where best to stroke their wings and lick upon their neck from their experience and experimentation with their own bodies, while an Earth-pony knows the inner workings and kinks of their fellow Earth-ponies for the same reasons. With these kinds of relationships, that kind of deep mateship was just a natural conclusion. Of course, she was more than willing to go against this theory with Form Chaser. Perhaps if they worked hard together they could make it work, with her just being a dull Earth Pony.

Red turned up the hot-water tap. Suddenly the water felt a little colder for some reason.

Lifting one hoof up from the tiled ground, Red began to stroke it along her sides and down to her flanks; all the thoughts of Form Chaser, mateship, and love were making her heart swoon. As her heartbeats picked up in tempo, she could feel the heat in her vulva start to grow in correlation. She could feel the blood flowing to that most intimate part of her that had been made to take in a throbbing stallion’s cock; Form’s cock, if she had any choice in the matter. The passion building in her crotch soon expanded to her legs, her limbs stiffening on instinct to hold up herself and the weight of a mounted stallion, quivering slightly as she ground her rear against the smooth tile wall of the shower She knew she’d soon need something more than a flat surface if her body had its way, which it seemed it surely would at this rate.

Grabbing a bar of soap with her mouth, with it fortunately flavored pleasantly for Earth-pony customers, Red angled the specialized holder onto her hoof to allow her to scrub across her white fur. Hoping to rest herself against the wall on an angle, she turned over so she was no longer facing the wall but the shower door, her hoof reaching down with the soap bar to wash across her sides and other front leg. She then played specific attention to her sleek stomach and especially around her inner thighs, the small bar of soap then gently cleaning around her swollen, winking vulva, as the now-endless thoughts of Form Chaser made her wet in that most special kind of way.

Dropping the soap as her arousal had met its peak, Redheart began moving her hoof slowly down to the the slit between her legs, her gentle-floral-smelling marehood aching and demanding attention as she placed her hoof at it’s edge. Even with the steamy water pouring over her, Red was taken aback by the heat radiating off her inflamed slit, her current arousal almost reminding her of her last, intense estrus she’d had to attend to alone…with a dildo. The phallic silicon and plastic however, was no replacement in her mind for the feel of the hot, hard flesh of a real stallion's cock, nor could it replace that feeling of intense heat and pleasure of when that stallion’s cock exploded within her as he came, the scalding foal-batter splashing against her insides; with her always imagining it taking claim of her womb and creating a brand-new life. A foal. Her foal.

Starting slowly, Red began pressing gently as she circled her winking mound with the tip of her hoof, her liquid mare-lust leaking freely from her crotch to join the rest of the water circling the drain of the shower floor. Despite being over forty, Red’s pussy looked like it belonged to a mare half her age, her lips still perky and not sagging like how many older mares’ got, surely quite the beautiful sight to any stallions lucky enough to see it. Her hoof encountered only smooth lips, the area around her sex very sensitive and soft, causing her to shiver every time she applied a bit of pressure. The tip of her hoof pressed into her clitoral hood and slid up easily, letting her feeling the gentle rub she gave directly onto her clit, a sharp shuddering exhale escaping her as it responded in kind with a wink against her persuading hoof.

Deciding that was enough teasing, Red then pressed her hoof-tip just inside of her dripping sex, pausing to feel the velvet-like snugness of her entrance, firm and hot to the touch, dripping over her manicured hoof in a steady stream; her entrance the perfect texture for guiding a hard penis into her deeper, softer depths. A penis she’d gladly welcome right now.

Red moaned as a twitch of pleasure from inside of her lower belly went up her spine, a nagging twitch of need she knew all too well given her tribe’s tendencies. As many said, and many others proved true regularly, Earth-ponies tended to be the most likely to have multiple sexual partners throughout their lives of all of the pony tribes, outside of perhaps Zebras, and most enjoyed having sex strictly for pleasure. There were of course exceptions, just as not all Pegasi followed the fairly-silly-yet-strict traditional courting and mating rituals of their forefathers, but Red knew for a personal fact this was true about herself.

Dropping onto her front knee on her other hoof, Red groaned as she felt the beginnings of a powerful climax already bearing upon her, her orgasm starting to swell as her chest then pressed into the wall, her other hoof doing little to help support her as it trembled steadily. Her insides clenched hard around her occupied hoof, the snugness increasing to a tight pressure, the velvety embrace of her drooling, winking slit making her squeeze her abdominal muscles in an effort to hold her impending orgasm back.

As Red felt herself tip over involuntarily when she once more thought of Form throbbing in her hoof, of the huge load he’d let loose because of her, for her, she lost the battle of wills and unclenched her muscles just as a fiery stream of liquid pleasure squirted from her cunt and joined the rest of the water and liquids flowing down the drain. She literally squealed in ecstasy as she came intensely, her muscles squeezing down on her hoof as well as they could before loosening and squeezing down again, a more-thick fluid squirting out of her and down the drain; her opaque, off-white mare-cum flowing freely and merging with her clear honey to squirt from her or trail down her legs.

Squirting wasn’t something Red had encountered ever before in the past with any of her previous lovers and one-night-stands, with them having failed to raise her to that absolute peak of pleasure and release before. The only previous time she’d done it had been...yesterday. With Form.

Blinding pleasure went through her mind as she thought of that last sexy stallion she’d ‘collected’ yesterday, Red trying desperately to keep her sanity but her crotch felt too hot, her clit—which had been winking against her hoof during the whole orgasm— was alight with sensation, and the constant squirting managed to complete the pleasure cocktail exploding through her mind. Her third or fourth orgasm – she simply couldn’t tell anymore let alone care – in the chain was so strong that it left pieces of her once rational psyche strewn about the shower floor alongside her thick, opaque mare-cum coming en masse from within her and never seeming to end.

Redheart usually was a screamer when she came, but she simply did not have any energy left to do so, instead letting loose a series of moans and heated squeals, which eventually shifted into a high-pitched keen as sexual agony and pleasure combined, her orgasms never seeming to end as her legs buckled and she curled into a ball on the shower floor, her forehoof never stopping its rubbing as she came her guts out, her whole lower belly clenching constantly and almost painfully hard, only to loosen and squeeze again.

Her hoof eventually slipped out of her dripping slit as the feelings finally, slowly subsided, her velvet insides contracting and winking even still after such a powerful series of releases. Red couldn’t believe that she was still raring to go even after that mind-blowing experience, her body quickly adjusting itself back into gear for another round of self-play even after what must have been one or two intense climaxes followed by at least half-a-dozen smaller orgasms one after the other in a row.

Red’s hoof pushed forward and gently re-entered her quivering slit, earning a quiet gasp from herself as it felt just as sensitive as it had before when she’d just started, if not more-so after her recent stimulation. Her libido felt just as fresh as when she was a filly in her first heat, her body still raring to go after only a short breather. With much practice from her past, Red started rubbing herself just right again, her tongue poking out of her mouth as the pleasure started to grow in her once more. Her hoof was once again sliding against the velveteen entrance just past her labia, the head of her clit throbbing as her hoof also gently glided over the nub again and again.

Red’s eyes rolled into her head once again, her ears going flat as her tail flicked and twitched before finally flagging to the side on reflex, as if she was inviting a lover to mount her and making way for them, whether it be their muzzle and tongue or cock parting her. At the feeling of her hoof pressed into her needing slit once more, the building waves of pleasure and heat ruthlessly attacked her body and mind. If she hadn’t felt the mind-crushing orgasms of before, she could have sworn this was her first time pleasing herself this evening.

Deep down inside of her, that conscious voice kept yelling at Red that this was obscene... wrong. Crying at her because she shouldn’t be masturbating to a stallion she not only didn't know that well—other than in a professional sense—and had simply done a common medical procedure on. Red couldn’t care less at that at the moment though, not when her crotch was set to explode in an intense orgasm again, her mind threatening to shut down from the pleasurable excess of the memories she was having from claiming that stallion’s virginity, both penile and anal. She’d claimed both, and that could never change.

Angling her hoof, Red caught a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy as she dug a little deeper, one that made her eyes shoot open and made her scream as the back of her hoof rubbed against her heart-shaped clit once more.

All of this stimulation was more than enough to set Red off, her back legs shaking and trembling now as her back legs crossed feverishly together, forcing her well-lubed hoof just a little deeper into herself with the pressure. Once again she felt those familiar feelings that she had long ago become addicted to, but so much more intense than ever before whenever she thought about Form squirting his massive, sperm-rich load deep inside of her pussy; cumming for her and claiming her womb and body as his . Her slit started squirting once more, longer and harder than the first time, her fem-cum joining the clear lube that was spurting out constantly to make a geyser of unrestrained pleasure.

Red lost her voice in a series of quiet squeaks as her mind imploded and her body seized up once more, her squirting and overall orgasms so powerful that they made her limbs collapse and her whole body softly quiver, making her again curl up in the shower as the water poured over her. She writhed in her blissful agony as several more orgasms rolled through her again, passively making her wonder if something was wrong with her for being this aroused out of her estrus.

As Red removed her hoof from herself again and rested there in her afterglow after another two lesser orgasms followed the first intense one of that series, she found her lust had finally faded and her most recent chain-release had left her sexually exhausted and satisfied for the moment. Red lay there for a long while recovering from so many intense climaxes, that batch having made at least ten total, until the hot water began to turn cold, her rest ending in her having to drag herself from her now-cold shower.

As she finally stepped out, Red gripped a handful of towels in her mouth to dry herself off and did just that, feeling much better now that she was clean...and sufficiently relieved of her lust. As she looked at the clock after she left the bathroom she realized that she had to get ready for work. and as she started the walk there and found her thoughts shifting between Form Chaser to Fine Print to Tenderheart, she knew that she had some personal decisions she had to make soon too.

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Chapter Six: Heated Encounters

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