Medicinal Calling

Chapters

A Pang.
A Poke
A Spark
A Thrill
A Shock

A Pang.

Inside the Equestrian healthcare system, as any system worth of its salt, has many regulations to make sure that the staff is prepared to face any hurdle or emergency that their job might entail, ranging from the ones regarding the patients proper to the everyday professional life. In the former category, there is a set of strict rules on the proper way to interact with a patient, forbidding, for instance, the formation of romantic bonds or attempts at exploit a patient's vulnerability for any kind of personal gain.

Nurse Redheart, after little more than a decade working in Ponyville's Hospital, had learnt them by heart, but she made sure everyday to mentally repeat that particular part of the rules.

To the outsider, she was not anything more than her job, just taking care of patients until their recovery or death. To the colleagues, she was an useful asset with the quirk of a penchant for taking the posts in pouliatrics. But no outside glance or workplace bonding can reveal somepony's deepest desires, and Nurse Redheart was taking extra care in not letting her biggest one out.

Her little mantra was just part of her way to keep that desire away, to make it accept to only watch but not touch, especially when it came to the more invasive and degrading procedures.

With the repetition done with for that day and after she had consulted the timetable at the nurse station, she had gone to the gastroenterology ward, set up the small clinic, and then sat down on the desk's chair, waiting for the first visit's time to arrive.

When it came, she walked forth, towards the door, and opened it slightly, revealing only Rumble, looking dejectedly to the floor.

Heaven knew where his parents were, but the truth was, they weren’t there and he was clearly not looking forward to be examined, especially not the way it was awaiting him.

"C'mon Rumble, it's time for your exam." She said, smiling at him, while also trying to grin at herself. The colt sighed and climbed off his seat, walking slowly and with his head pointed to Redheart.

"Did you remember to not eat yesterday and today?" She asked, as he lead him towards the examination table covered in waxed paper above a plastic sheet on top of more paper protecting the precious black rubber surface. He nodded, as he climbed upon the table, standing on all fours and lifting his tail, revealing his smooth, little balls and his black-and-pink precious sheath, as well as his juicy and tight plothole.

Nurse Redheart licked her lips fugitively, only to shake her head right away to then tell him to lay down onto his belly and spread his legs open in order to give her a better way to access his innards. Rumble shifted his legs open very slowly and carefully, his buttcheeks visibly contracting themselves as soon as his hooves were in position and his butthole and his nutsack had become fully visible to Redheart.

Nurse Redheart took a couple of seconds to savor the sight, before going to the cabinet next to the door, to extract a can of lube, a pair of rubber gloves, a metal breechblock and a long elongated box, labeled as "endoscope kit." and then to carry them next to the examination table. Rumble's face took a slight shade of red at the mere sight of those items, which prompted Redheart to pat his head and stroke his black mane, which felt like velvet to her touch.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie," she said, before snapping the gloves on her hooves, using her mouth to help herself in such an operation and then unscrewing the can to dip her hoof into it. "It's a standard procedure, nothing to be worried about."

Rumble weakly nodded, his buttcheeks clearly clenching and relaxing slowly, which only made his anal entrance even more obvious. She fugitively licked her upper lip as she spread the lube around and a bit inside his ass, rubbing her coated hoof onto the meatier part slowly, before pushing her hoof's tip inside, circling around as she felt the dank walls of Rumble's anal cavity instinctively clench on her hoof while he let out a squeak and blushed bright red for a few seconds. She kept going for a two full minutes, a little longer than necessary, lost in thought about what else his lubed butt could be used for. She had a job to complete, however.

"Alright, now that your tushy is all ready for inspection, let's get to it," she said, moving her hoof out of him and assembling up the endoscope instead, placing the visor on one end of the tube and screwing it firmly in position, before grabbing the penetrating end and inserting the first few millimeters inside Rumble, producing a gasp and an instinctive reaction to clench down onto it -- in the vain attempt to push it out of the way -- from him. Nurse Redheart grinned coyly as she placed the visor on one eye and at the same time pushed the instrument inside him, unrolling its black rubber snake of a tube in the process.

Rumble squeaked, squirmed in place and blushed as the endoscope went up his innards, stopping a few times for Redheart to take a deeper look, before resuming, until it was well inside his small intestine, at which point she stopped, giving an attentive stare to where she was inside him. However, when she had determined he didn't have anything wrong inside him, Nurse Redheart decided to not just pull it out of his intestines jus yet: she wanted to look at his current position a little first.

Peeking away from the instrument's visor she looked downwards at Rumble, where she saw his lubed-up butthole still being penetrated by the tube, which kind of looked somewhat like a squid monster's tentacle to her. And, given how he was reacting to it, it might as well have been so.. not that she minded.

Now her thought started to actually picture such a scene, imagining the endoscope's upper part to slowly turn into a octopus' head and to grow a few short tentacles around its head while the long tube was just a very stretched-out appendage of itself that had managed to slither its way into the colt, poking around his ass' bowels' walls, stimulating his prostate just enough to give him a boner but not long enough to make him cum, leaving him whimpering as the thing just kept crawling further and further into his body, and just as the other sinuous appendages extended themselves to instead stimulate his small balls and to give slow, tickling caresses to his sheath's outermost tip, prompting him to quiver and moan as he started to feel feelings he was unlikely to understand, sensations that with some more methodical stimulation and some nice rubbing, were going to allow him to expel sperm for the first time in his short life.

She felt her lower lips moving and, nearly instinctively, brought her left hoof closer to her nether parts, ready to satisfy the itching urge. Her trembling hoof got closer and closer to its destination and a small strand of drool dripped from her mouth...

"Uhm... are you done yet?"

Rumble's voice kicked her out of her lustful trance, prompting her to shake her head and move her hoof away from herself, only to glance and then stop on his small tender nuts. A huge blush grew on her face as she quickly realized what had just happened, feeling a pang of satisfied arousal at the mere memory and the thought she could get away with that action.

"Oh, very soon Rumble," she said, forcing herself to suppress a smirk, as she carefully gave a squeeze to his left nut, feeling the gonad beyond the scrotum and thinking just how much of the good stuff it could produce once he was going to be older -- or could be producing right then even -- and at how soft at touch that patch of coatless skin was. "Juuust another little peek, then we're good."

Rumble seemingly felt that touch, since it had squeezed his eyes closed for a few brief seconds but, pretending she hadn't noticed it, she started to slowly and carefully pull the endoscope out of his anal cavity and intestines. Each millimeter came out dripping in lube, which only prompted Redheart's mind to go in deeper places, and every centimeter that was pulled out made him moan a little, until it was fully out, at which point he sighed deeply with his tongue stuck out.

"It wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked with a warm smile as she took her gloves off to drop them in the nearby trash bin.

"N-no... it wasn't. It was pretty odd, though." He said, moaning as he closed his closed his legs back up and then climbed down the examination table, stretching his legs a little. "So, what's my problem exactly?"

"You don't have anything wrong inside your innards, in fact, you've got a pretty healthy intestine." Redheart said, patting his head and caressing his soft mane. "Probably you're going to need to go through further exams, maybe a blood draw, maybe an urine sampling."

"Actually... I had them, they just didn't arrive yet." He said. "Anyways, am I done now?"

"Yes you are," she said. Rumble immediately went for the exit without even saying goodbye. Redheart sighed as she went back to sit behind the desk.

"Let's write this down, then...." she muttered to herself as she sat down. "This visit was pretty... interesting, I have to admit. Oh Celestia, how lovely it felt to touch his nutsack like that! Oh, such a sensation! And I probably won't feel the same feeling again: after all, I have to restrain myself..."

A Poke

Four hours and half of routine checks later, Nurse Redheart had gone to the dedicated mess hall of the hospital, a relatively barren room with six shiny metal tables coated by two formica and steel benches placed on two parallel lines, with the kitchen's counter placed at the opposite end. Normally it would have been swarmed by doctors and nurses alike in their attempts to get their portion of food first, but, thanks to the surprising amount of absent staff, it was mostly empty, with only a handful of ponies busy with placing their dishes on trays to then bring them to the table they were sitting at.

"Welp, it's my lucky day apparently," she said to herself, as she took a tray from the red pile of them placed just next to the door "then again, I haven't seen what's for lunch today yet."

As she came closer and closer, a familiar, pleasant odour filled her nostrils, causing her to smile and recline her head a little.

"Mmm... rice and Savoy cabbage. There's some Russian salad too!" She muttered, placing the tray onto the counter to then grab her portion of rice, along with a set of cutlery. She then went to sit down at the first table she saw.

"Oh, hello there Red," Nurse Tenderheart said, placing her tray close to hers "how did your morning turn go?"

"It went... pretty well." Nurse Redheart smirked as a small blush formed on her cheeks while she thought about the encounter she had with Rumble, not to mention his reactions to tubular penetration. "No particularly assholeish patients, nor any ALFs trying to get themselves brought to Intensive Care in fact I actually loved one of today's little patients, no orderlies being idiots, so, yeah, it was fine. What about yours?"

"It was alright, same old routine." She said, eating a quarter of her salad's portion in one bite, chewing on it for five seconds before ingesting. "I guess I could say I could've done without yet another day with the patient in room fourteen and his schizo tendencies, but that's about the worst thing that has happened to me so far."

"Oh, he's just a very stubborn scared old stallion," Redheart started to eat her rice very slowly, picking a few grains of rice coat in yellow-green a time "of course he doesn't quite get that his oxygen mask isn't a cosmetic feature of his stay."

"Still, pretty annoying." She said, having left only vague traces of mayo in the dish "Welp, time for me to get back to work. See you!"

"See you." she said, weakly waving back as she went back to lonely and silently eat up her rice.

Once her lunch was finished, and after a quick trip to the nurses' station to check upon her afternoon post, Redheart had gone to General Medicine, whence she was going to cover an absentee. She gave a quick browsing to the doctor's agenda and repeated the patients' names and hour of visit to herself a couple of times in order to remember them, before starting to pace around the room aimlessly, giving a look to the clock every now and then, until it finally told the hour the first patient was supposed to come.

She went to the door, gave a little massage to her cheeks and finally opened it, revealing the waiting room, which was currently occupied by three stallions all with the coat of a slightly different shade of green, and a gray tubby colt looking around himself without any apparent focus, an ever-shifting frown on his face.

"Truffle Shuffle?" Redheart said with her eyebrows arched and an hesitant tone. With a whine, the colt jumped off his seat and, with a deep sigh, walked towards her with a slight waddle.

"That would be me," he said as he walked past Redheart towards the examination table, climbing it with loud grunts and huffs. Chuckling, she helped him to get onto the table and to lay on it.

"Let's get this over with quickly, shall we?" He sprawled himself over the table, making his soda gut, his sheath shrunken by the fat and his smooth ballsack visible "I don't wanna waste too much time on dwelling over it."

"Well," She said, delicately poking his belly, causing him to groan a little "saying what's your problem would help."

"I've got trouble peeing." He said groaning with a slight blush "Whenever I try, I feel stinging at the tip, and, sometimes, there are drops of blood in the stream."

"Uhuh," Redheart said, blushing as she immediately understood what it entailed and what she had to do in order to cure him. "Could you pelase lie on your back?"

The cold did it immediately with a heavy huff and a slight moan, thusly giving a very good view on his smooth small testes and on the sheath, clearly hiding a weeny little cock, while his outwards-reaching belly was forced by gravity to spread all over, thus revealing a tiny little bulge in his lower abdomen, just above his dick.

"Alright, now, tell me, when did it start exactly? What do you feel, when you try and fail to pee?" She asked, blushing a little and forcing herself to hold off manipulating his dick with her masterful hooves and the appropriate instruments of both examination and cure.

"It started a week or so ago, dunno how or why, I just know that one day I woke up with my pee not coming out because somethin' was stopping the flow." The colt groaned, as he attempted to use his left hoof to massage just above his crotch. "That's all I can say."

Nurse Redheart nodded and frowned a little to hide her true sentiment. She went to the wardrobe, picking up the gloves and putting them on, before picking up a blue box labeled with a white cross, opening it to reveal a vast selection of sounding rods, from a thin one with a bulbous ending, to a thicker one with a flat screwdriver-like end on, to another one having said end replaced by a round version of it, passing throught hook-shaped sounds and sounding instruments that resembled dulled-out scrapers repurposed to that end.

She picked the one with a rounded end and placed it in her mouth, setting it aside to Truffle, before taking a deep sigh.

"Now, Truffle, I'll have to touch your private parts a bit, in order to complete this procedure," she said, a small blush on her face, counterpoint to the huge one and the agape mouth he had. "Don't worry, it's standard procedure and perfectly normal. It won't even sting all that much, honest!"

"I-If you say so..." he said, curling his upper hooves up and setting his trembling rear legs apart, ready to let Redheart do whatever she wished to do to him. The sight of his helplessness and eagerness to obey made a single drop of mare juice drip from her fold, as the familiar itching inside her and the warmth in her chest returned at the mere sight. As soon as her gloves hooves were in contact with the colt's nutsack, the lust inside her only grew, exacerbated by the feeling of his nuts shifting around her hooves through the sack, as well as the slow but steady rise of that pathetically, yet endearing, small cock of his from its proportionally-tiny sheath. But she didn't stop, even when it was fully out, continuing to play with his balls nice and slowly, squeezing them delicately at times: even when her hooves moved away, she could not help but give a stroke or two.

"J-just to be sure it's up... yeah... totally!" she muttered to herself, as her hooves slid up and down the weakly-throbbing penis and its sleekness behind the gloves, in turn causing the colt to groan and keep up his previous blush.

"I-I have to get to work... now." She told to herself strictly, as she took her hooves off his dick and grabbed the sounding rod instead, trying her best to spread the urethral canal's entrance with just one free hoof, before finally inserting the instrument's tip inside, which caused Truffle to gasp and kick his legs, unused to the feeling of cold metal going where he didn't think it was possible to go. She pushed down slowly and carefully, following the rod's direction with the help of her eyes watching over the bulge in the skin the rod was creating with its mere passage inside the tight and sensitive inner walls of Truffle's dong, a sensation that prompted the owner to trash his rear legs around and whine loudly. After what had felt like eons to him but, in all likehood, has been just a few minutes, Redheart felt the rod finding something hard in its way, placked just before the bladder's entrance, which was enough to make him howl out in pain.

"Alright, I think I've got the cause of your problem. Mind making an effort to me?" She asked, as she prepared herself to both pull out and to be showered in his urine.

"W-what? Why?" He asked with eyes slightly widened. "Is that supposed to be the way I'm gonna get this outta me?"

"More or less." Redheart made the equivalent gesture with her left hoof. Immidiately he squinted his eyes and clenched his front hooves. Understanding the moment had arrived, she pulled out as fast as she could, with Truffle's moans of pain getting louder and more frequent by the second, finally arriving at the tip and leaving it stuck there for five seconds, before fully pulling out, which caused a big stream of urine and a small-ish kidney stone to be shot upwards and fall onto the pristine floor with a splash and a light thunk, as he cried out in release and enjoyment, not even caring that some droplets were hitting his coat.

Nurse Redheart put the sounding rod aside and watched. But, before she could start to think to replace urine with another, much more sexy liquid, Truffle Shuffle had jumped off the bed and scurried away.

"I'll be back with money soon, thank you very much and have a nice day." He said in one breath before slamming the door behind him. Nurse Redheart looked at the mess and sighed.

"He could've given me the time to write down the procedure at least," she said, walking towards the door as well, her destination being the broom closet.

A Spark

Hours passed, patients came and went, denouncing pains and aches, and Nurse Redheart kept serving them, doing so more gladly than usual thanks to what happened to her earlier and the pleasant, lovely feelings she felt before.

Nurse Redheart sighed, as she placed the last patient's money and a note inside an envelope labeled as "Dr. Leecher's Money".

"Hopefully he'll follow the note's instructions and give me that percentage of today's earnings for this," she whispered to herself, as she closed the envelope with the tear-away adhesive strip. "Alternatively, at least pay for my coffee for a week."

Done so, she placed the envelope underneath the granite paperweight– shaped like an open surgeon's bag– took the keys, and left the room, taking care to close the door and lock it before going back at the nurses' station. It was mostly empty, what with all the nurses being already at work or gone due to the end of their shift: even the desk was unmanned, which made her sigh.

"I guess I'll it here." she said, leaving the key on the desk, before going to her locker and deposit her cap and elastic band. Adjusting her loose mane as to not make it fall in her eyes, she locked the safe up and walked away towards her home.

"Well, today was a pretty good day." she muttered under her breath, walking with a steadier and quicker step than usual down the dirt road to town. "Aside from having no issues with anypony, I got my favorite food for lunch and..."

She briefly paused beneath a turned-off streetlight, biting her lower lip a little as she felt a spark of desire run through her like an electrical discharge. Her eyes flashed with images of the colts she had taken care of earlier today, their soft and pristine balls, their cute little dicks, as well as their enormous endearing blushes, and her ears rang with the squeaks and moans they produced while they were being penetrated.

Her mind was going to go much further with that, but she was interrupted by a familiar cry.

"Nurse Redheart, Nurse Redheart!" Truffle Shuffle called and she answered by turning her head around on the left, where his voice was coming from. He was running as fast as his legs could carry him, a sandpaper envelope stuck in his bushy black mane.

"What is it?" she asked while she made a few temptative steps towards him, just as he slowed down with a heavy breath.

"I'm sorry that I took so long to bring 'em to you, I just thought I had them ready on the cupboard." he said while panting with his tongue stuck out and big droplets of sweat running down his forehead, staining his coat and forming an intricate design, similar to a carnival mask's.

"Oh, I see. It's fine, just... they're not really mine, they're another of doctor," she said, taking the envelope in her mouth. "But I guess I'll just run back at the hospital real quick and..."

"Oh? Don't worry please, just tell where does he live, I'll give it directly to him!" he said, his sweating increasing a little bit somehow, causing her to chuckle and pat his head.

"Oh, don't you worry about that, just go back home and have a good evening." she said, turning around again, walking towards the hospital again. Truffle, however, didn't leave, instead opting for staring at her with a slightly tilted head and a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, fine, if you really insist..." she said through the letter while making a one-hundred eighty-degree turn. "His name is Doctor Leecher, he lives at number sixteen in Main Street."

Truffle took the envelope out of her teeth and ran away, shouting "Thank you!" as he did it. This time, his fat scampering ass was very much visible to Redheart, and his flabby butt cheeks made part of her brain tingle.

"Well, he's coarse, but he surely has a pretty cute butt." she blushed a little, placing her left hoof on her mouth. "Then again, all colt butts are cute."

She resumed her walk, a subtle grin on her face, as her mind conjured up scenarios to use the colts she had met today, enough to keep her busy as she crossed an empty street and as she walked past more than a few old condos, until she managed to get at her building's doorstep. She paused her flux of thoughts to knock on the minimalist bronze door and, after five seconds of wait, the door opened, revealing the usher's ochre hoof clad in a black glove with two golden buttons.

"Welcome back Madam Redheart." she said, and Redheart nodded in appreciation as she went closer to the usher mare's booth.

"Do you have a spare key with you?" she asked as she went browsing the key rack.

"no, not really, could you please..." before she could finish, the usher had given her the key, a long, a round one with a steel circled cross, Redheart's initials carved on each arm, as keychain.

Muttering "thank you," she went and walked up the concrete and steel stairs rapidly, past three floor, to her own armored door: she inserted the key inside the keyhole, tured it clockwise four times and finally pushed forward into her house's living room-kitchen-atrium.

She closed the door and placed the key onto a shelf next to it, before going to the bathroom to get wash herself up after a long day. She pulled the solid green curtains, turned the heat knob slightly leftwards in order to get warm-but-not-scalding water, opened the spigot just enough to let a trickle of water drop down, grabbed the olive-scented bar of soap and the shampoo and placed them at hoof. Once the water stopped feeling cold on her rump's coat and began to be of her preferred temperature, Redheart turned around again and opened the spigot fully: water was sprinkled all over her, washing down on her coat and mane, pulling it downwards and washing away some grime off her coat.

She stood there for some time, turning her neck around delicately to let each and every drop of water clean her. She let out a little moan, as the warmth relaxed her muscles a little; and a stronger one came out of her lips, as some water started to wash down her private parts and her ass, sending a shivering sensation down her spine and making her legs shiver.

She closed her eyes and, as she started to apply soap onto her, her mind went elsewhere, in a place it had wanted to go since her run-in with Rumble that morning. She pictured him laying on her bed, his rear legs completely open to reveal his black-and-pink speckled perked-up colthood pressing against his lower abdomen shy of the belly button, his anus already prepped with lube to make it comfy for both and a speculum to spread it wide open, his face showing a blush and a coy, inviting grin, while his eyes shone brightly.

"C'mon, what're you waiting for?" he said panting slightly. "My butt's all ready for this!"

Redheart mindlessly moved her left hoof towards her rear area, touching her plump labia and sending a splash of fresh water against it and causing her to let out a protracted huff.

"Oh, very, very soon, my dear Rumble," she muttered, as she mentally moved forward, circling his asshole with one hoof and fondling his little balls with the other one, feeling both the smooth skin of his nutsack and the pulsing meat of his butthole at the same time. She slowly pushed her hoof inside him, making him squirm around onto himself and make high-pitched squeaks and whines as he also gritted his teeth, his little penis throbbing a little at the stimuli. She instinctively gave him a quick kiss on the lips, as she started to delicately rub his dong and as she pushed further inside his rear, until she felt the tip of her hoof poking against his spinchter's wall: she, after a couple of prods immediately followed by high-pitched moans, made her start to gently squeeze it.

"Ah-ah-aaah!" he gurgled out, spurts of cum squirting out and hitting her on the mane, warming up her scalp just enough to make Redheart crave for more of it.

"Aaaww, you're responding well to treatment!" she said, now lowering her head to instead lick his penis' tip and clean up the weaker drops, something that caused him to shiver and squirm, in response, she wrung it even further still, playing absently-minded with his little nuts, squeezing them delicately, caressing them, massaging them. She watched as his flesh rippled and throbbed in anticipation, almost as if it knew what was awaiting it... his flare was pulsing, and his length and girth were in the perfect middle zone between the grotesquely big and the pathologically small.

She wanted it inside her. Now.

"Here it comes the stimulant shot!" she quickly climbed onto him inserting his little cock inside her cavity, letting it go inside her as much as possible. He gasped, clearly at the feeling of his cock being enveloped in Redheart's warm velvety snatch. Smiling in her half-filling-induced daze, she squeezed her pelvic muscles, making her feel as if she was being penetrated by a penis of a much larger girth, sending her eyes on the back of her head for a few seconds. Her tongue was hung out, feeling watery at what was feeling right now, helped by the thrusts they were giving to each other, and her juices were flowing out of her pussy like rivers of honey onto his belly.

By now she was biting on her lip, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as well as pumped up with building-up energy. By now her heart was racing and drool escaped her mouth, tingling going up all her limbs...

A surge of liquid electricity went through her, shrieking as she nearly collapsed on her hooves. She breathed heavily, slowly opening her eyes, seeing that she was still in the shower and that it was still running.

"That was... fun!" she muttered, as she started to quickly rub shampoo in her mane, rinsing it right away, before closing the spigot and causing the stream of water to turn into a handful of water droplets washing away tufts of bubbly soap. She took a deep breath and rapidly cleared her hooves from the drops of vaginal juices that were on her hooves.

She slowly turned around, only to see a clear-ish sticky liquid drip from the curtain onto the drain below. Its smell left no doubts, making her blush deeply.

"Wow... I squirted so much..." she whispered, pulling the curtain away slowly and carefully and pushing it under the nozzle, opening the spigot again and rub it away vigorously. "I should be more careful with my... secretions."

A Thrill

After her pleasant shower, Nurse Redheart went in the kitchen to fix herself a quick and easy dinner for herself: a bunch of roman lettuce, plus breadcrumbs of barley. and just a spoonful of olive oil. She, after mixing the ingredients together on her kitchen’s table with the use of a wooden spoon hanging by the rack next to the stove-oven, sat down on the old bauhaus chair and then started to slowly chew on the leaves.

As she savored the somewhat bitter taste of the lettuce and the crunching sound of the bread, she let the workday she just had slip off her slowly.

All melted away from her mind, except for one, particular problem, one she had no one else to blame for but herself, namely the pushback and guilty of what she did.

“Did they notice? They were uncomfortable, sure, but… did they really get of what was going on exactly?” she muttered to herself halfway through her meal “I mean, my moves weren’t exactly all that subtle.”

She looked down to her bowl, seeing only a few leaves of salad and a pool of oil left.

“Perhaps…” she used her tongue to try to grab one of the few remaining in the dish “or maybe they did, and they were too embarrassed or naive to tell me? I mean, at least Rumble could’ve, I doubt poor Truffle was enjoying it. I had even lubed it up and all but then, an endoscopy is an endoscopy…”

As she finished chewing on the very last leaf and lapped up the last remains of oil, she let out a very deep sigh.

“I guess that I shouldn’t have, but, then again, I kinda had no option there.” she swallowed, before jumping off the chair, using her right forehoof to place the bowl onto her back “Or, better yet, I could’ve enjoyed it less and not have touched myself over it.”

She brought the bowl into the sink and then opened the tap water, letting the leftover crumbs and oil drops to be washed away.

“But what has been done has been done. Guess I’ll never do it again.” she muttered to herself, as she absently-mindedly washed up the dish with her hooves. Done so, she closed the tap and walked away to her bedroom.

“Right now I’m just going to catch some Zs.”

The next day, Redheart got up, went through her morning routine, walked the road to the hospital and, after consulting the timetable at the nurses’ station once again, she went into the gastroenterology clinic and set the clinic up and and then sat down on the desk's chair, waiting for the first visit's time to arrive.

However, as soon as she sat down behind the chair, she heard a weak knock on the door. When she looked up at the wall clock, however, she realized that its hands were pointing at half past eight.

“Miss Fluttershy’s appointment… already? That can’t be right, she scheduled herself at quarter past eleven. But I could be wrong.” she muttered as she opened and browsed the notebook the doctor had left behind “Yes, she actually did schedule an appointment at eleven. Weird, she must’ve made a mistake and came to early.”

There was another knock on the door, just as weak as before. Nurse Redheart shrugged and got up to open up the door. Instead of Fluttershy, as would have she expected, Redheart saw a scrawny cream pegasus colt with a bowl-cut chocolate mane and buck teeth, whimpering as he looked down to the floor.

“Uhuh? What brings you here?” she asked, raising her eyebrow and tilting her head slightly.

The colt shivered as he very slowly rose his head, showing his tearful big eyes, accompanied by a lobster red blush that enveloped his entire face.

“I-I…” he rubbed his thin right leg with his left hoof “I’ve got a magazine… up my… my…”

She, after a few seconds of confused and flustered blubbering from him, looked at his body a little more closely, noticing that his short tail was swishing about, covering up a blue-white thing sticking out of his anus.

“Oh, you poor dear! Come in, I’ll try to help you,” she said, as she turned around, gesturing towards the examination table, forcing a kind smile on her face “if I can’t, I’ll just escort you to the ER, is that alright?”

The colt didn’t answer to her question, he just walked with waddle, brought by his rear legs being forced to be spread out by what Redheart, thanks to a look to his rear, could tell was a rather thick magazine. Each and every step was accompanied by a pained moan and, when it came to climb up the examination table, he whimpered loudly, as all his attempts were in vain.

Seeing him struggling in such a sorry state, Redheart lifted him up and put him on the table, laying him on his belly.

“Could you please keep your tail raised for a little bit?” she asked as she walked to the cabinet, taking up the newly-sterilized (marked as such by a small yellow paper band around them, plus a slight smell of medicine) rubber gloves from the box and putting them on her front hooves “And tell me, how did that happen exactly? Also, I haven’t asked your name yet.”

“My name is Featherweight. I-I was selling magazines… before going to school. I was there, selling them, nobody as buying, so I raised my voice and this mare…” he cringed and whimpered “this mare tried to buy a mag for half a bit, I said no and she… she…”

“She rolled one up and shoved it up where the sun doesn’t shine.” she said, making him gasp and nod at the same time “The nerve of some ponies… don’t worry, we’ll get that out and I’ll help you get that mare stopped.”

She then took a pair of large prongs and a can of lube.

“Okay Feather weight, this is going to be odd, but, trust me, it’s going to get that thing out of your butt.” she said “First, spread your legs just a little more.”

He whined as he did just that. By doing so, he inadvertently revealed his dried-up testicles. A spark of interest went right through Redheart, as she only now could properly pay attention to his colthood’s look. She stopped briefly, as she looked his balls for a few seconds, before shaking her head and dipping her hoof into the lube, coating his stretched anus in it. He moaned and panted and whimpered every time her hoof slipped even a little bit into his anus, squirming in place when she pulled out.

Nurse Redheart, in spite of the pity his situation inspired her, couldn’t help but sometimes think about the possibility of being a dickmare going down on his formerly-tight ass and seeing her meat show through his thin body, with him panting and moaning for every millimeter of her meat that moved inside him, also enjoying being filled by such a loving and strong mare such as her. Or maybe use her saliva as lube to get the magazine out and, before the gape was closed, insert her hoof inside, to tenderly massage his little colt prostate and get him to feel much better after so much pain…

She shook her head, as she realized she had been lubing up Featherweight’s butt for several minutes by now. Blushing and feeling guilt sinking inside her chest, she took the prongs and opened them.

“Alright, brace yourself, this is going to hurt just a little bit.” she said, as she put the prongs in her mouth and with them she clamped on the mag’s spine, taking care in not also clenching onto his dry anus, and then she started to pull out: at first, she did it slowly, which made Featherweight huff; then, all of the sudden, she pulled out, making him shriek, as the faeces-caked object was extracted out of sphincter with a very audible “plop” sound.

Scrunching her face, she quickly threw the ruined magazine into the nearby waste paper basket and then placed the prong on the examination table. His asshole was left cavernous and slightly bleeding, probably from the various paper cuts he inevitably self-inflicted. Without missing a beat, she went to take up the tube of hemorrhoid cream, which she unscrewed open on the examination table before squirting some of her left hoof, with which she started to massage and spread inside the his hurting insides. He let out several high-pitched groans, as the cream was put inside him.

Nurse Redheart used her mouth to pry one glove off and used the freed one to get the other one off her hoof, then she walked towards Featherweight’s face, giving him a small hug. AS she did so, a twinge inside her and a strong desire went through her, bringing her to make quite the decision.

“You’ve been a pretty brave colt,” she said, as he reciprocated the hug “I want to give you a little reward for it! Just lay on your back…”

Featherweight undid the hug, his blush toning down but remaining still, as he whimpered while turning around to lay on his back. He had no deposits of either fat or muscle on his belly… but he did have a rather big sheath. Licking her lips, Redheart started to rub his dry balls and, soon enough, his cock wa quickly out in all its glory, which caused her to stare in awe: the size was large, more than some stallions she had seen, in fact. In any other occasion, she would’ve though that such sizes for colts were pure fantasy and, yet, here she was witnessing a long, thick dick, all for her to suck on and tease. She extended her tongue to lick the tip..

Her heart sunk into her chest as something from deep inside her rebuked her. she recoiled, blushed and looked away.

“S-sorry… never you mind, you can go now, Featherweight.” she said.

“Uh- what was that about?”

“Just go… I messed up…” she said sadly. Featherweight shrugged, jumped off and waddled his way out of the studio. As he did so, Nurse Redheart bit her lower lip, her mind torn between what looked like a missed opportunity and an averted crime.

As soon as she heard the door closing behind the colt, Redheart slapped herself hard and then sighed deeply, before going to the door as well.

“Let’s get a coffee, before I go insane…”

A Shock

Nurse Redheart trotted slowly towards the coffee machine placed in the nurses’ station, waiting for sipping on a big steaming cup of the drink to get her nerves calmed down and her mind off the cause of her own distress and anguish in that particular moment. The machine, unfortunately, had a rather long line of nurses and ordelies going for it right in that moment, making the getting a coffee in decently short times a daunting task. Realizing this, Nurse Redheart abruptly stopped and started to uneasily shift around in place, biting her lip.

“Oh, great, there’s a line for the coffee machine right now, when I needed it the most!” she muttered angrily, before taking three deep breaths “Alright, keep calm Redheart. It’s only a queue, it’s only a stupid freakin’ freak out over a very dumb decision you were about to do, there’s nothing to be angry at or to be afraid of, just calm down and have your coffee, and then you’ll go back there, treat patients, foals and not foals, in the utmost professional manner, get off the clock, eat and go to sleep. There’s nothing else you have to do, there’s nothing else you can do, just relax.”

Nurse Redheart blinked rapidly. Her hooves were still twitching around, her vision was somewhat clouded by something and her heartbeat was rapidly thumping in her chest, as a fire burnt beneath her cheek all the way to the tip of her ears and her tail whipped the hair without her really meaning to.The guilt and the desire battled each other inside her, and she had no idea what to do, besides wait for her colleagues to be done having coffee.

Her brain was filled with images of both a strict judge looking over her, ready to seal her fate with a gavel strike; and of colts screaming and screeching that she did no wrong to them, crying for leniency for her. She felt deeply ashamed, but also terribly willing to do what she did once more.

With a loud groan, she turned around brusquely and went back to the studio, hooves still twitching.

“Whatever the buck happens, it’ll be out of my hooves, let’s get back to the studio before I go insane.” she muttered to herself as she rapidly trotted back to her post. She sat down behind the desk and started taking deep breaths. She tried to focus her eyes on the door handle: it just reminded her of a condom-covered sheath. She tried to look at the beanbags before her: they had a similar look to full balls ready to explode with cum. She tried to look up at the ceiling, but the spider up there made her wonder how it felt like to anally probe an early teen with one leg while she hugged with the others.

She banged her head on the desk a couple of times, as violently as she could, but, when she went back to look around her, the associations were still rampant in her mind. Sighing, she got up, faced the cabinet, lowered her head and pawed the ground.

But before REdheart could make her best impression of a charging bull, she heard a knock on the door.

“Okay, who’s there?” she barked after jumping up high in the air, startled by the sound’s suddenness.

“Lofty Move, mother of Tender Taps.” a very shrill female voice said from behind the door “I’m going to drop him right here, I’ll be back in one hour, will you be done by then?”

“Sure. Why not.” she said in a deadpan way as she approached the door with a heavy step and a lowered head.

“Okay, bye!” Lofty shouted as a cacophony of clanking and clopping hooves started. When Nurse Redheart opened the door, besides the orange colt with purple mane beneath her, she saw a light orange shape with black mane running to the left, the sounds of clanking and clopping fading as she disappeared from sight.

“H-hi? Please be gentle…” Tander Taps said, as he looked away, his tail stiff against his underside and his face as red as a ripe tomato.

“Damn, you’re so cute.” Nurse Redheart said, maybe a bit a bit louder than intended, as he immediately recoiled when she said that, looking up at her with eyes as big as dinner plates.

She blushed a little and groaned as she turned around.

“Nevermind, let’s get you checked for…”

“Actually… I’m not getting checked for anything, I just need my prostate checked.”

Nurse Redheart stopped dead in her tracks.

“Prostate… exam?” she said, turning her neck towards him, her voice grazing sultriness as she felt her private parts spasm in want.

He weakly nodded and gulped.
“D-does it hurt?” he said in a whisper. Nurse Redheart, her head heating up and her heart racing, rushed towards him and rushed him on the examination table.

“No, not at all!” she set him so that his juicy little plothole-- contained between two sculpted buttocks that had nothing on the ones of sculpted statues’-- faced the door “In fact, you’ll love it!”

He whimpered and nodded as he got up on his four hooves on the table, as Nurse Redheart busted the cabinet open, haphazardly set her front hooves inside the gloves, dipped her left hoof inside the can to the point it went well past the glove’s border, and then ran back towards him.

“Open your legs!” she said, her head throbbing to the point of aching, drool building up in her mouth and spilling beyond her lips every few seconds. Her lower parts felt every little gust of cold wind hitting her, increasing her desire for him, Tender Taps, and the tapping instrument contained inside a sheath set in-between his legs.

He, slowly and meekly, spread his legs apart, making his meaty asshole look much more penetrable. In fact, it looked oddly loose for a virgin ass, which could mean only one thing...

“B-been experimenting, uh-hu?” she said, as she slowly made her lubed hoof crawl up his sphincter. He just squeaked and blushed profusely, his ears lowering as his dick slowly rose out of its cocoon. Thanks to the lube, her hoof traveled very easily inside his squishing and squelching innards, going in and out slowly with a dazed smile, not even paying attention to the fact she was poking his prostate or that she was mindlessly nibbling on his solid buttocks as she kept on goin on and on.

“What’s going on?” he whimpered between moans and hoof-shiftings on the table. She paid no heed to it, as she then shook her head briefly.

“At least pretend to examine him, damnit!” she said to herself in a low voice, as she stopped going in and out and instead stopped around his sensitive prostate.

“Turn your head and whinny!” she said and he did just that. She squeezed as hrd as she could, biting her lip as she saw him yelp and a few drip of a not-so-mysterious white liquid falling off his dick’s tip. She felt it around her hooves, but all she could feel was its smoothness and utter regularity, a regularity that was shown when his rear legs started to wobble like the ground during an earthquake.

“You’re a very, very healthy young stallion, you know that?” she hissed joyously “And you know what? You’re pretty cute too… so much, I want you inside of me!”
“W-what?”

But, as soon as it was said, it was also done: now Tender was laying on his back, hir limbs splayed open and his colthood at full mast and fully visible to REdheart, whose eyes began to shine like young stars in the sky, her clitoris winking like crazy and her vagina producing a veritable rain of liquid.

Without even giving him time to breath, she jumped on the table and rapidly dropped herself on him, enveloping his precious penis inside her tight, warm, moist walls. He shouted at first, but, soon enough, he started to moan and pant, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his tongue came out and started hanging.

Each and every movement inside her felt like haven to Redheart. Her moans echoed through the room and she didn’t even care that all the noise she was making could attract attention. All she wanted now was colt cock, and by Celestia she was going to enjoy it no matter what!

She went faster, following her own heartbeat, every part of her body up to the tip of the ears burning with need and desire and passion. Redheart sloppily kissed him on the cheek as an electric sensation innside her lower body. She was close, so close… and so was him, judging by the loud piercing howling Tender was producing.

For a brief second, Redheart felt her senses go away, as she moaned softly, each and every nerve in her body transmitting pleasure to the most extremities of her body, warmth filling up cavities that had been left empty for far too long, and her head emptying all at once, sending her in a pleased haze that made her slump on Tender and lick his right ear, panting heavily but also smiling. He, in return, blushed and smirked as he tried to lick as well.

Nurse Redheart felt the happiest she had been in some time.

Then, there was a knock on the door...