Medicinal Calling

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...