Medicinal Calling

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."