The sound of the clock ticking on the wall was all Clementine Orange heard as she sat in the clinic’s waiting room, dressed in her best green sundress and staring at the ground. Beside her sat Mosely, her dear husband wearing a dress shirt and jeans, hand entwined with her’s, promising no matter what the results were everything would be alright. She knew it had to be her fault, something she was doing wrong. The pair had been trying for a foal for years now to no success, and they’d finally agreed to go have tests run. She didn’t know what to do if she were barren, if she could never have a foal of her own. She loved housing the Apple runaways who wanted to try a shot at Manehattan life, but she wanted more. She needed one of her own.
The door to the examination rooms finally opened, revealing a pale yellow stallion with black hair wearing a nurse’s outfit and glasses. “Mr. and Mrs. Orange?” They looked up and headed his way, the nurse gesturing for them to step through the doorway, “First door on the left.” They gave a silent, worrisome nod and followed the man’s directions. Rather than in a cold examination room, the couple found themselves in small office, with plush blue carpet and white clinical walls. The nurse sat at the desk as the pair sat in front of him, the young man couldn’t have been in the medical field all given his age upon further inspection, maybe a few years at most. “Thank you for coming, I’m Nurse Bandaid. I have good news and bad news for you two.”
Mosely sighed at that, “We thought so. What’re the results?”
“Well…” The young stallion continued while Clementine closed her eyes tight, fearing the worst. “Mrs. Orange here is an amazingly fertile mare, even when out of estrus.” Her eyes flew open and she stared at him when they heard that, “It should be an easy matter for her to be impregnated.”
“Then what could be the problem, just bad luck?” They were the first words Clementine had said since entering the building, the shock and relief of the news flowing through her.
“I’m afraid Mr. Orange’s sperm count here is abysmally low.” The older stallion seemed to shrink in his seat at those words, as while his wife’s fears had been alleviated, his were confirmed. The nurse stood up and walked over to a nearby file cabinet, “I do have good news, there’s a new treatment we’re testing here that can effectively make up for your ‘inadequacies’.”
The fear having left her, Clementine had something new to focus on. Despite the information he was giving them, her gaze drifted downwards toward the male nurse’s loose fitting pants. Despite the wrinkles and folds, she couldn’t help but notice the massive bulge snaking it’s way down the leg of his trousers, it’s size seemingly impossible to the Manehattan socialite. Her husband was her first and only lover, and she never considered him small, but after seeing the size of the young stallion before her, it was clear his cock was the problem. He barely fit in her hand, and not in a good way. The small stallion she married’s cock reached just outside of her palm when she gave him handjobs while it looked like the nurse’s sizable shaft would take both of her hands just to grab it.
“She’ll need to take the new therapy over the next few months, but the results in other cases so far have been amazing.” the nurse continued, “The maternity ward’s been full for the past few weeks after the last trial nine months ago.”
Mosely’s eyes went wide at that, “Really? It’s that effective?” He looked to his wife, not noticing where her gaze was settled, “Well, we should definitely try it then, right honey?”
“Huh? Oh! Yes, of course dear.” She was only somewhat aware of what she was agreeing to now, curiosity at the contents of their caretaker’s trousers far exceeding her fears about any side effects of some experimental treatment. “Whatever it takes to get a foal of our own.” she added with a nod.
Nurse Bandaid gave an innocent, friendly smile at that and returned to the desk with a stack of papers for each of them, “Alright then, we can start immediately. Miss Orange can start the treatment once these are signed.” He sat a small stack of papers and a pen in front of her, “Mr. Orange, these are yours.” A larger contract was dropped in front of her husband, one as thick as a book. “Why don’t you take this out to the waiting room? You can hand it in to the receptionist once everything’s in order. We find it’s best if the significant other isn’t in the room for the procedure anyway.” He once again smiled at Mosley, who looked to his wife for her thoughts.
Clementine simply smiled and nodded, letting him know she’d be alright. He returned the gesture, thinking only of his future family as he stood up and exiting the room, skimming over the documents as he went. The nurse walked with him until he stepped out into the hallway, then he shut the door, the mature mare noting the click of a lock moments after he did. The black haired nurse’s smile then turned to a smirk as he turned to face her, “So, saw you looking.”
She blushed at that, “I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so big, I couldn’t help it.” she looked away from the young man, unsure of what to say.
“Well, there was bad news that I couldn’t tell your husband. That sad prick of his won’t be knocking up anyone. He’s shooting blanks, not a fertile sperm to be found.” the news shocked her, and she stared at the young man, “The good news is, you have a hung, horny stud right here. One who’s ready to breed you like a bitch in heat. All you need to do is sign on the dotted line.” He pointed at the contract in front of her as she stared at it for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was only seconds later she picked up the pen and shakily signed on the dotted line.
“H-how do we start?” she managed to stutter out, she was nervous and knew this was wrong. It wasn’t her loving Mosely’s fault he was under performing, yet the primal desire to have a foal of her own was too strong. She loved her cousins’ foals when they inevitably left their farms to give city living a try, but they always left. Years of that had taken their toll, and her motherly instincts practically begged for her to be bred, no matter the cost.
Bandaid simply smiled and motioned for her to stand up before making his way over, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. She blushed staring at his muscular, toned physique, the young man’s amazing looks coming as an unexpected but not unwelcome surprise for her. When she stood he moved behind her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling them back towards his, letting her feel the weight of his hardening shaft on her leg and ass as he massaged her thighs. This was a new experience for Clementine, and it sent shivers throughout her body. The young stallion knew what he was doing, and it made the mare melt into his touch.
She felt his cock hardening as he ran his hands up her stomach, tickling her sides softly before they reached her ample double D cup breasts. He slowly wrapped his hands around them, squeezing the mare’s assets and letting the cloth of her sundress and bra slip between his fingers. Clementine shuddered, the nurse already giving her more pleasure than her husband ever had, and the main event hadn’t even started. A small moan escaped her lips as the nurse’s hands moves away from her luscious mounds, his fingertips lightly sliding over them as he made his way to the straps of her sundress, sliding them off of her shoulders and revealing her rather plain bra. Clementine repeated in her mind that she could do this, anything to get a child. After all, if there was no hope Mosely could ever impregnate her, she had to do what was necessary.
All of a sudden, she had Bandaid’s lips on her neck, kissing the fur and soft flesh as his hands found their way back to her chest, sliding beneath her bra to directly grope her soft breasts. The moan that escaped her lips surprised her, it was louder and more lewd than she had even managed before, the young nurse working her over far better than her husband ever had. The stallion chuckled at that, “Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.” He gave her nipples a playful pinch and tug, making her bite her lower lip to avoid letting out another, louder moan. Instead, she blushed harder and simply nodded her head.
Moments later, the sundress the mare had come in with was pooled on the floor at her feet by the pumps she had worn in an attempt to look elegant. An attempt that had now failed, she surmised, given her current state. He let go of her, to her disappointment, to slide the plain looking bra up, freeing the mare’s bountiful chest to the world before one hand returned to her breasts. The other snaked it’s way down her belly once more, sliding into the mare’s panties and teasing the folds of her flower. He could feel she was soaked, more so than ever before, given she and Mosely usually skipped to mindless sex. The pair weren’t the most adventurous, and their intimacy had quickly grown routine. A lot of kissing followed by a few minutes of frantic hip thrusting that left her unsatisfied. However, with how this man was playing her, it was only beginning to dawn on her just how bad and talentless her husband was.
She had little choice but to stand there and take it all as she quickly became putty in the man’s hands, her moans now freely filling the room as his finger groped her bare flesh. He finally let go of her once more, receiving a needy whimper in response as he moved a hand to the mare’s bra clasp. Unlike her husband’s fumbling hands, he managed it in one go. He stepped in front of her and took the plain looking cloth off of her bust, before putting pressure down on her shoulder to hint at her to kneel in front of the stallion. She complied and found herself staring at the massive bulge in his pants, as he moved his hands down and undid the top button of his slacks. She bit her lower lip anxiously, as she knew there was no turning back if she did this. Still, she did nothing to oppose him as he slid the tight pants off, her eyes going wide as his massive shaft bounced out in front of her. Before she even knew what she was doing, Clementine found her lips wrapped around the massive tool. Her head was barely able to bob on it, as just the first few inches were far more girthy than her husband’s ever was. The tip hit against the entrance to her throat with every movement, threatening to make her gag as she eagerly tried to do her best for the stallion she was servicing, fleeting thoughts of how wrong this was flying through her head alongside those of happy acknowledgement this man tasted far better than Mosely.
Nurse Bandaid for his part was far from a passive participant, he planted his hand firmly on the back of her head and with one measured push downward, the mare servicing him was gagging and sputtering as he entered her throat, though just barely. She put her hands on his hips, but rather than push away, she used that as leverage to go further own her own, worshiping the hard cock ravaging her throat in ways she never thought possible - all while knowing this was just the beginning. She’d come too far to stop now, an animalistic lust had long since overcome Clementine, logic and reason abandoning her in favor of desire. She wanted to feel all of his monster sized shaft inside of her, even knowing that it would mean he’d be impregnating her over her dear Mosely, but the poor stallion just couldn’t compete.
She pulled back finally to catch her breath, a wet pop filling the room as she freed herself. She panted hard as the slick cock bounced slightly in front of her, mesmerizing her at the sheer size of it. A string of saliva connected her lips to the arm sized dick before her, one that would no doubt ruin her for most other stallions. Her gaze was glued to it as he reached down and lifted the heavy rod, noting a smirk from Ban as her eyes darted to its base. A pair of massive balls, surely filled with creamy seed dangled below it. She was at them immediately, her mouth barely fitting one inside of it as she sucked and fondled them, much to the stallion's delight. The soft sack was delicious to the cougar mare, and only encouraged her to cover the nurse’s balls with her slobber. He let out an appreciative groan, letting her know how great the tongue pleasuring him felt.
The stallion leaned back against his desk, letting Clementine enjoy the taste and texture while running a hand through her mane, before grabbing a fist full of it and pulling her away. She was shocked, first at his rough treatment, then at how loud she moaned, the pain sending shivers through her body. He positioned her mouth back at his tip, and she eagerly opened wide. He pulled her head down by her mane, making her take every last inch of the meaty shaft and making her choke around it as he did so. Using her hair for a makeshift handle, he pulled her head back and forth, on and off his cock like she was a mindless toy for his own amusement. Clementine couldn’t help but gag and sputter all over again, the stallion’s length and girth far more than she was prepared for, or that she could ever hope to take. He vision blurred as he made sure she wouldn’t pull back, not that the lusty mare had any intention to do so. She looked up at him, her eyes watering from the intrusion in her throat, and she saw him grinning down, enjoying the site of her as he eagerly rammed against her face constantly.
Finally, she felt his cock twitch in her mouth before Ban grabbed each side of her head. He began to skullfuck the horny mare, and all she could do was reach one hand to his fertile balls and the other to her ever moistening cunt, reaching past her now see-through white panties to play with her needy nethers. He soon pulled out and told her to open wide, which she happily obliged to just in time for a huge, sticky load to cover her face, much of it landing in her mouth or mixing with the running mascara dripping down her cheeks. The sticky fluid caked on her skin, with some even dripping onto her breast and it just seemed to keep coming. By the time he was done, her face was plastered white with fertile seed that she eagerly licked clean. “Well, that concludes our session for the day, Mrs. Orange.”
She jumped when she heard him say that, “B-but you didn’t even--” She stopped when he put a finger to her lips.
“We won’t be knocking you up right away. I want you to savor this as much as I’m savoring you. When the time comes, I want you to be a moaning mess, quivering and begging for it.” The nurse rubbed his stained cock on her cheek as he spoke, “I want you to realize you can’t live without this.”
Her eyes were glued to the stallion’s glorious package as he taunted her, they themselves unaware that the poor, neglected mare was already well past the point of turning back.