Taming of the Screw

The head nurse at Ponyville General was an earth pony with a pale pink mane and a white coat known as Nurse Redheart. Her cutie mark was a simple red cross with a pink heart in each of the corners. While known for her compassion, Redheart was also a no-nonsense mare that never cut corners or shirked procedures. Well, almost never.

Her one offense to the rules started several months ago.

It happened when Redheart went to check on one of the hospital's most colorful patients, Screw Loose. The sky-blue mare sat in her cell, staring at the wall. Her straight jacket and muzzle were secure for the safety of the hospital staff.

“And how are we doing today, Screw Loose?” Redheart asked, feigning interest. At the mention of her own name, the blue mare's ears twitched. Other than that, she didn't stir as she continued to stare at the wall.

Redheart looked around the cell. It was in good condition, considering the general careless nature of its lone resident.
“You must keep the orderlies busy,” Redheart said, chuckling.

The nurse approached Screw Loose and began examining her. Holding a miniature flashlight in her teeth, Redheart examined the patient's eyes.
"Pupils dilating normally," Redheart thought, "Good. Good."

As she tested Screw Loose's reflexes, the nurse let out a sigh.

"Sometimes I think you're the only pony around here I can relate to," Redheart said, "We're both confined in our own ways. Society restricts how we live our lives because we don't confine to their definition of normal."

As she pressed a stethoscope to Screw Loose's chest, the sounds of another mare's heartbeat filled the nurse with deep feelings of loneliness.

"Is this the only way I'll ever hear the heartbeat of another?" Redheart asked herself, "Through a cold and clinical instrument?"

Redheart stared into Screw Loose's eyes. The blue mare stared back, blushing.

"If I had my way, you wouldn't be kept locked up here," Redheart said, her voice quivering with emotion, "I'd want you to be free."

Redheart closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

"I'd want us all to be free," she said, sadly.

After packing up her tools, the nurse prepared to leave. Before she did though, something caught her attention.

“Well that's bizarre,” Redheart thought aloud, “If I didn't know better, I'd say that parts of your mane appear to have been singed.”

Upon closer examination, Screw Loose's mane, right above her ears, had charred tufts of hair, which appeared to be the result of small electrical burns.

“My Celestia,” Redheart said, horrified, “Who did this to you?”

It looked as though Screw Loose had suffered abuse.

"Not here," Redheart said, her heart beating fast, "Not in my hospital."

Growing more concerned, Redheart began examining the mare more thoroughly. The nurse checked for further signs of abuse or bodily trauma. Redheart laid Screw Loose on her stomach and raised her hind legs up in order to better examine her marehood.

As the nurse placed a hoof on the blue mare's vagina, she expected the patient to flinch, but she didn't. To Screw Loose, this examination was foreplay.

As Redheart spread the mare's folds, she let out a gasp. Her hymen showed signs of laceration. Blood was found in her vulva and anus. The perineum leading into the anus had also been torn.

A knot formed in the head nurse's stomach. Based on her brief physical examination, Redheart determined that Screw Loose had recently been raped.

“How could this have happened in my hospital?” Redheart said, unable to wrap her mind around this dispicable act. The nurse felt like she was going to be sick.

"Who is capable of violating something so innocent," Redheart thought. The nurse felt as though she was the victim as well.

"A mentally unstable mare has been abused and raped in Ponyville General." Redheart thought, "Who could the perpetrator be? One of the orderlies? The guards? A doctor?"

While a dozen disaster scenarios ran through the nurse's mind, Screw Loose lay there oblivious, panting happily. The blue mare didn't understand what the fuss was about. She just knew it was one of those things doctors worried about. Screw Loose felt happy that her worries, on the rare occasion she had them, were either resolved quickly, or she would forget them and move on with her life.

"I need to call the police,” Redheart said, turning to leave, "A more thorough examination needs to be conducted in order to identify the rapists."

As a result of Screw Loose's experiences with the night guards, coupled with the side effects of her shock treatment, the blue mare's libido was like a clock wound tight until the spring snapped. All it took was a little stimulation to make her horny as tartarus.

When her new marefriend turned to leave, she had failed to make Screw Loose cum. To rectify this oversight, the blue mare reasoned that they needed to spend more time together.

Being incumbered by the straight jacket, Screw Loose nevertheless managed to trip up Nurse Redheart as she turned to leave by sticking her hind leg out.

Once the nurse had tripped, Screw Loose scooted towards her, propelled by her hind legs.

Before Redheart had time to stand, the patient had already pushed the nurse up against the wall and was pressing her blue nose into the mare's white mound. Redheart was grateful Screw Loose was wearing a muzzle. The nurse didn't rule out the possibility of the patient biting her if given the chance. Redheart wouldn't have worried so much if she understood the blue mare's full intentions, .

Sticking her tongue through the grate in her muzzle, Screw Loose began lapping at Redheart's joy buzzer.

“Stop,” Redheart said, blushing, “I need to go get help for you. This is wrong. Don't do that.” Redheart wasn't sure if Screw Loose didn't comprehend the things she was saying, or if the patient was just ignoring her.

Screw Loose continued to lick the nurse's clit with enthusiasm.

"No," Redheart said, "I can't take advantage of you the way others have."

The blue mare's mouth bathed Reheart's bush in wet kisses. As the nurse stared down at Screw Loose, she no longer looked like an abused mental patient; she looked like an affectionate lover.

Redheart hated herself for enjoying this. She hated that her relationship with a patient she connected with on a personal level had been tainted by sex. Feelings of guilt and shame swept through her body and compounded every second she sat there with Screw Loose.

The blue mare stopped her slurping and tried to gauge the nurse's expression. Redheart was at halfway to an orgasm. Her lack of enthusiasm is what prompted the mare to stop in the first place.

Redheart wrestled with her libido.

"She stopped," Redheart thought, her eyes clenched tight, "Now's your chance to leave here and get her the help she needs. Forget about what she did to you. She doesn't really love you. She's just an abused mare who's recent interactions with ponies have all been rape. Screw Loose is confused. She's reaching out to you for help the only way she knows how, and you're taking advantage of her!"

Redheart stopped her inner monolog and opened one eye to look down at Screw Loose. The mare looked back up at the nurse with a confused look. The blue mare didn't know what she did wrong. She didn't understand why the nurse was resisting her attempts to give pleasure.

"I can't do this," Redheart said, trying to explain to Screw Loose, "I can't another pony to abuse you."

Screw Loose didn't feel abused. She knew what pleasure and pain were. Screw Loose's understanding of the world was that if it feels good, do it.

Sensing the nurse's apprehension, the mare rubbed her blue nose against Redheart's groin. Screw Loose looked up. Above her muzzle, her eyes were filled with love and tenderness. The blue mare's face wore an expression that conveyed the message: Nopony's meant to be alone.

"P-please," Redheart whispered. She decided she would no longer deny her body the emotional release it had been craving for so long.

"Please don't stop," Redheart said louder, as she smiled at Screw Loose, "You're wonderful."

Having been given the green light, Screw Loose lapped at Redheart's tender rosebuds with the care of an experienced lover.

"Ooooh," Redheart moaned. As her body succumbed to the pleasure engulfing her senses, she began to forget about the urgency of her objective to get help for her patient. All that mattered to the nurse now was what Screw Loose was doing to her at that very moment.

In Redheart's life, her career had always come first. Now, she was reaching middle age, having spent most of her Hearts and Hooves days alone. Her time used to be spent studying for the next medical exam; now she was managing the care of her patients.

Redheart hadn't let a mare's tongue caress her this way since her college days, and even then, it had to be kept a secret. Same gender attraction was still considered the height of taboo when she was training to become a nurse. In order for Redheart to be accepted by the prominent, conservative hospitals, she couldn't be an out in the open 'filly fooler'; not that her rigorous tests left her with much time to pursue a romance.

Now here she was, in a padded cell, receiving cunnilingus from a mare in a straight jacket, who thinks she's a dog. Trying not to dwell on the absurdity of the situation, Redheart slouched down, giving her lover better access to her honey pot.

"I meant what I said before," Redheart cooed as she stroked the mare's mane, "You're the only pony in this whole hospital I can be myself around. No deceptions. No tough exterior. Those facades don't matter to you."

Screw Loose had no idea what a 'facade' was, but see did like it while ponies talked to her while stroking her mane.
"You're a very special pony, Screw Loose," Redheart said, feeling a heat rise within her, "I love you."

The nurse began to blush as Screw Loose continued to work her magic. The muzzle began to hurt as it pressed against Redheart's marehood.

"You won't hurt me, will you?" the white mare asked as she leaned forward to remove the muzzle, "You aren't going to bite me. You just want to eat me."

Once the muzzle was off, Screw Loose lapped at the nurse's wet mound with renewed vigor. The patient sucked and nibbled on the white mare's sensitive clit. The skilled tongue alternated between slow, smooth strokes across her shimmering slit, and naughty rapid nub rubbing. Wanting to deliver a more intense sensation, Screw Loose switched up her tactics, employing everything she could remember Shocker having done to her..

The folds of Redheart's vagina parted as the blue mare inserted her tongue. The head nurse placed her hooves on the back of the patient's head, pressing her blue mouth closer against her glistening snatch. Redheart let out a long moan of pleasure.

"Don't stop!" she cried, as sweat dripped down her face, "Don't stop! It's been so long..."

Screw Loose suddenly withdrew her mouth.

"What?" Redheart asked panting, "Why'd you stop?"

Wanting to also be on the receiving end, Screw Loose turned so her dripping blue pussy was available to the nurse.

"I'm so sorry," Redheart said as she saw the starving blue snatch staring back at her, "I've been a selfish lover. Let me take care of that for you."

Redheart slid forward underneath Screw Loose. The patient was still in her straight jacket, so her torso rested on the white mare's stomach. Once they were both in a comfortable position, the two mare's began licking each others clits.

Like her career prior to today, Nurse Redheart came first.

"Oh, Screw Loose, Yes!" the white mare screamed as her ejaculate sprayed her lover in the face. Screw Loose stuck her tongue in deep as she slurped up the nurse's mare jizz.

As the waves of pleasure began to wash over her, Nurse Redheart did not abandon her lover. The mare redoubled her efforts, eating out Screw Loose to the point of her white lips going numb.

The white mare's efforts soon paid off, as Screw Loose rewarded her nurse with a face full of pussy punch. As both mares lay there, reveling in their own orgasms, femme jizz dribbled down their faces.

Nothing could kill Redheart's buzz now. That was the best sex she's ever had. Screw Loose had fallen asleep, exhausted from her efforts. Nurse Redheart cleaned up the wet spots on the rubber floor and reattached the patient's muzzle, before leaving the cell.

As she sat back in her office, the white mare thought about her experience today. Redheart played lazily with her puffy white pussy, under her desk.

She had completely forgotten about the signs or rape she discovered on her patient or the urgent need to call the police. All she could think of was that mare's expert tongue, and her own needs. As Nurse Redheart sat in thought, she wondered when she'd be able to see Screw Loose again.

That's how it started. From then on, Redheart ensured all future meetings with Screw Loose would take place at night, so as to reduce the likelihood of being caught.

A couple times a month, Redheart would sneak into Screw Loose's cell so they could enjoy some good, old fashioned filly fooling.

Occasionally, the conscientious white mare was plagued by feelings of guilt. Redheart tried to reason that it was alright because the patient was the one who instigated their relationship.

"But does she even realize what she's doing?" the nurse asked herself. "I can't keep putting myself through this. The sneaking. The deception. After this last one, I'm done."

Just like any addict, she said these words before every meeting with Screw Loose.

Tonight, when Redheart entered the blue mare's darkened cell, Screw Loose was sitting in the corner. When the blue pony saw her marefriend, the patient's tail began to wag.

"Come here, Screw Loose," Redheart said, as she lay down on the rubber floor, "Let's start the examination."

Screw Loose scooted over to her. Redheart removed her lover's muzzle and straight jacket. The only reason they were still used was to keep up appearances during the day. If Screw Loose stopped needing to wear them, then other hospital staff might start to take a closer look at her, and the last thing Redheart needed was other ponies taking an interest in the blue mare. The nurse preferred for her plaything to sit in relative obscurity when not in use.

Their bodies were illuminated by the pale moonlight as the two mares began eating each other out. Redheart thought about her situation. Through Screw Loose, the white mare was receiving the pleasure that she had been denied her whole life, due to the narrow confines of society. To her, it felt like justice.

The two mares moaned as they gyrated their hips against each others faces. Both ponies could feel their orgasms building.

Suddenly the lights to the cell came on. Redheart froze. Screw Loose, on the other hand was unfazed, and continued her cunnilingus.

The nurse stared up, horror-struck, as the cell door opened and two stallions walked in. It was the night guards.