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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.

~ ~ ~

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.