Medicinal Calling

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…”