Medicinal Calling

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.