The Machinations of a Somnophile

by Jackelope

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Nurse Redheart, Other, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Non-consensual, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 3905

Nurse Redheart takes advantage of a sleeping Rainbow Dash.

Somnophillia, also known as sleeping princess syndrome, is a syndrome characterized by an individual getting sexually aroused by someone who is unconscious or sleeping. It is a deranged mentality. Arousal from the sleeping, and the unwilling. Snores become coos and seductive noises, sleeping fidgeting becomes writhings of a blissful sort, and the moans elicited from the sleeping mouths of the pleasured become auditory gold. And if such a moan was gold, then Ponyville hospital was a bank... and Nurse Redheart, was it's only customer.

THIS WAS A REQUEST
Tags: Futanari, somnophilia, non-consensual.
This is very different from what I usually write. Uh... enjoy! If you leave a dislike, please inform me of my mistakes, and I will rectify to the best of my abilities. Otherwise, I don't know my flaws. Thank you. :twilightsmile:
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Featured 4/08/18

Published 2018-08-04 21:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-08-04 21:40:01 UTC

The Somnophiliac

“Long day,” Doctor Hoarse remarked, tired, before closing a patient’s folder and leaving it on the reception desk. The stallion was visibly tired. Dark lines were coloured under his eyes, and his body was sagging with the shift’s weight.

“You got that right,” Nurse Red Heart concurred, joining him by the unoccupied desk. “But then again, when is it not?”

Hoarse smirked. “True, true,” he nodded, before sighing; looking up at the clock on the wall. “Are you sure you want the night shift then? You could do with a break, Red Heart. How many nights in a row is this now? You've volunteered every time.”

Red Heart scoffed. “I’ll take a break when I’m dead,” she said bluntly, before casting a coy look his way, “and besides. How else am I going to earn that raise? Nudge, nudge.”

Hoarse chuckled. “Right, right. You’ve earned it. But starting tomorrow you have to let somepony else take over. I don’t want to get any unexpected visits from the Equestrian work ethics committee,” he spoke with a wry firmness, “even if you are practically skipping by the morning. How do you muster the energy to be so giddy anyway?”

Red Heart shrugged, grinning. “I guess I just love my job.”

“Heh. I guess so,” Hoarse shook his head lightly, before turning towards the doors. “I’ll see you in the morning, Red Heart. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Red Heart said her farewell, her expression remaining neutral until she heard the doors open and shut… before a smile of a queer sort became etched onto her features.

After his departure she released a breath of relief, which rippled the eerie quiet of the hospital. Her hoof steps joined in fracturing the silence, her steps echoed off of every wall. She traversed down the main hall, casting an eye to the rooms as she passed them. Their lights were off, patients no doubt sleeping. It gave them solace from their pain, or ailment, helping to pass the time before the arrival of their discharging. Red Heart looked at the passing rooms like a menu.

Obviously she put her job as a medical professional first. She was wary of who was the most severe in their health, avoiding those who would be greatly disturbed by her night time machinations. She ensured all the numbers were correct, administered the necessary dosages to those who needed them, and even checked up on those who she had prior worries about. However, whilst she did all of this, the shouting reminder at the back of her mind was a constant. The gentle rise and fall of sleeping chests, the obliviousness, the vulnerability. It stirred the depraved side of her, the sort that made her hind legs quiver every time she passed a patient’s room. Stallion or mare, it didn't matter. She could have any pony of her choosing. However, she had been at the whim of this side of her for so long, she had learned to not succumb to every temptation and fancy. For she quickly became acquainted with the simple fact that patience makes the pleasure all the more sweeter.

Speaking of…

“Nurse!” Red Heart’s ear pricked at the sound of a distant female voice. One that was fresh to her ears. A patient that had only been confined to her bed for a few days, yet complained about said fact endlessly. “Nurse!” the mare shouted again, uncaring of who she might disturb. “Nurse!”

Red Heart hastened her trotting, coming to stop by the only room with a soft light glowing through the window. With a sigh, mentally preparing herself from the barrage she was likely to be at the receiving end of, she entered. “Yes, Rainbow Dash?”

“I can’t sleep,” the rainbow maned mare griped, almost appearing despondent.

Red Heart sighed, going through the motions. “Have you tried sleeping on any side but your back?”

“But I always sleep on my back!” Rainbow exclaimed, crossing her fore hooves stubbornly.

The mare had suffered an injury to her wings, the two appendages wrapped in bandages and a stint. Every night since, the athlete complained of pain, often loud enough to wake up patients in the adjoining rooms; much to Red Heart’s chagrin. “Rainbow…” the nurse began in a scolding tone. “Every night this ends up the same way. You complain, pout, and finally sleep in a more comfortable position. Do we have to repeat this song and dance?”

Rainbow, predictably, pouted. “But it takes forever. Can’t you just, I dunno, give me something to help me sleep?” the mare scratched the back of her rainbow locks, oblivious.

There was a subtle, almost unnoticeable tug at the corner of Red Heart’s lip. She felt her heart quicken in her chest, a twitch in one of her rear hooves. She swallowed. “A-are you sure, Rainbow Dash? A sedative is really powerful stuff. You wouldn’t even wake up if somepony yelled into your ear.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Rainbow Dash answered, “anything for a good night’s sleep.”

“If you say so,” Red Heart said with regained composure, making her way to Rainbow’s bedside. On the bottom most draw of the bedside cabinet was a collection of medications for patients undergoing pain. A sedative was supposed to be only for the most dire of circumstances, and what the nurse was about to do wasn’t technically legal. However, she knew she would have to be insane to pass up such a once in a lifetime opportunity. “Now, just to reiterate,” Nurse Red Heart began as she pulled out the syringe out of its packing, “you consent?”

“Ugh, yes. Just stick it in me already,” Rainbow answered, inpatient; oblivious to the leer Red Heart had on her face as she prepped the needle. “It won’t hurt will it?”

“Oh, no. You’ll feel a small prick at first, but then it’ll feel exquisite,” she spoke knowingly, pressing the needle through Rainbow’s fur to her flesh. “Are you ready?”

“Umm, yeah?” Rainbow confirmed with a raised brow. “You’re kinda weirding me about.”

“Y-yeah, sorry about that,” Red Heart said with a smile, before suddenly piercing the needle.

“Ouch!”

“It’s already over,” Red Heart informed, pulling the empty syringe out.

“Woah,” Rainbow spoke with a slurred tongue, her body sagging as drug induced relaxations washed over her. “This feels great.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Red Heart said, as she idly put the needle packaging in the trash. She would have to properly dispose of it later.

“Yeah, I really appreciate it. I owe ya one,” Rainbow teetered off in a slur, practically melting into the bed.

Red Heart smirked, brow raised. “I’ll hold you to that,” she spoke casually, taking steps towards the door. “I’ll give you some privacy… Sweet dreams, Rainbow.”

Red Heart heard nothing in reply. She left the room, closing the door gently behind her, before taking vigil next the door. There stood still, alike a statue, and just as blank faced. She waited, feeling every individual second pass and drag on. It usually took a few minutes for the patient to be truly out after she administered a dosage. If she wasn't giving them a sedative, she was upping the medication or putting them into an even deeper sleep by increasing their drip. She never risked lives to fulfill her demented desires. She did, after all, take an oath to not bring harm to anypony in her care. However, when it came to her lovers, the oath either dissipated entirely, or she simply didn't interpret her actions to being harmful in the slightest. She didn't violate a thing as far as she was concerned, hence why she hardly needed to justify it to herself. The occasional tug of guilt pulled on her flank every now and again, but was easily dissuaded away like a fly and swishing tail. After a few minutes had passed, the mare’s stone like form now shaking slightly as excitement coursed through her, she finally entered the room; smiling seductively.

Rainbow Dash had clearly entered the somnambulist realm. Her body was limp, almost exactly in the same position as Red Heart had seen it last. Rainbow’s maw was wide open, drool unabashedly leaking from the corner of her lip down onto her chest; which rose and fell gently with her breaths. Red Heart closed the door, before looking over her shoulder. “You dirty filly. Waiting for me, were you?” she purred, the nurse strutting towards the mare’s bed like a conqueror.

At Rainbow’s bed, she gently tugged the sheet down the mare, until it was curled at the bottom of the bed. Red Heart looked over Rainbow’s bared body ravenously, grinning up at the mare’s sleeping face. “You’re beautiful,” she complimented, her hoof coming to land softly on the mare’s cutie mark, rubbing the toned flank beneath her hoof. “And fit. You work out a lot, don’t you? It’s nice that you keep yourself so healthy for me,” she cooed to deaf ears, “so I’m going to take my time. You don’t rush a dish as fine as yourself.”

Red Heart, with her sights locked upon the mare’s face, removed her hat, and allowed her pink locks to fall down the sides of her neck with the removal of the bobby pin in her mane. She then climbed upon the bed, sitting at Rainbow’s hind hooves, looking over her body once again as she spread apart her own hind legs; smiling coyly at the mare. “I always knew that you preferred the feel of a mare over that of a stallion, Rainbow. That’s why I knew I never had a chance with you. I mean, you know my secret now, but back then… well, it doesn't matter. Now you know…” Red Heart spoke taciturn, baring herself to Rainbow’s closed eyes. There, between her legs, was a plump almost overly large set of testes, adjoined to a large white sheath. Red Heart sat there, expression reserved for a few moments, until a large smile graced her face. “R-really? You don’t care? You don’t want mares anymore, just my cock in your tight pussy?” Red Heart resumed her one sided conversation gleefully, “you've made me the happiest mare in the world! I love you, too, Rainbow Dash…”

After the lopsided admitting of love, Red Heart began to prowl forwards, her sights set on Rainbow’s lips. She was delicate, placing her hooves on either sides of the athlete’s body, their bodies pressed together as Red Heart nuzzled into the cerulean mare’s neck. A few minutes of inhaling deeply, was followed by a long sloppy and gratuitous lick upside the mare’s neck, Red Heart’s moist muscle dragging all the way up to the cheek. The mare smelled and tasted faintly of cheap hospital soap, the chemical concoction to her senses tasted like ambrosia. She released a quivering exhale, looking up at Rainbow’s face with half-lidded eyes. Red Heart reached out a hoof and tentatively closed Rainbow’s open mouth, offering the mare a cinch of dignity. She shifted upwards slightly, and pressed her lips against Rainbow’s, in a mockery of a kiss. Releasing an undue moan, Red Heart pierced her tongue throughRainbow’s lips, and wrestled with the mare’s unresponsive tongue; sucking and groaning on the limp muscle; swallowing the other mare’s warm saliva.

After a while of this, Red Heart pulled away, releasing a small giggle. “Quite enthusiastic aren't you? You’re a really good kisser,” she spoke quietly, caressing the unresponsive mare’s cheek. She glanced down, rolling slightly onto her side. “Look at who else is excited,” she spoke humorously, her large throbbing erection making its entrance, the overly excited mare already leaking a bead of pre from her flat crown. “Oh, don’t be scared,” she comforted, seeing apprehension in the sleeping expression of the mare. “I know it’s going to be your first, but I’m not too big,” she assured, smiling weakly. In truth, Red Heart had a colossal twat splitter, a size that teetered over the edge of being an envious prospect to some stallions, and outright terrifying to most mares except the most ludicrous and haphazard of size queens. The sheer weight of the appendage meant that it could barely support itself to remain aloft, the veiny mass throbbing and pulsating with blood in a grossly erotic display. “What’s that?” Red Heart asked, the tip of her hoof drawing a line up her throbbing girth. “You like it, you say? You want nothing more than to be filled by my massive cock?” Red Heart spoke aloud with reddening cheeks. “You really know what to say to get a mare all flustered.”

When Red Heart finished, she resumed her molesting. The hoof formerly on her penis now caressed the athlete’s chest, feeling it raise and decline beneath her touch, before trailing her hoof downwards, eyes never leaving the mare’s sleeping face; readying to snapshot the mare’s expression into her memory. Her cheek tugged back into a lopsided smile when she felt Rainbow’s plumpness under her hoof, the juicy lips of her labia soft. She felt around for a moment, until she felt beneath her hoof a familiar bud. She rolled her hoof over the hood of the clitoris, keeping a watchful eye on Rainbow’s face, looking for subtleties in the mare’s expression. A twitch of the eye, a sudden inhale through parted lips, a sudden hitch in an outward breath. Any signs that the pleasure being forced upon her was piercing some deep part within. She kept circling, her movements aided by the unconscious mare’s growing wetness. There was the first the first subtle sign in the form of a larger than normal inhale, the mare smacking her lips as she shifted in place. Red Heart felt the clit wink against the underside of her hoof, her grin growing in size as she rubbed from top at her little pleasure buzzer, and to bottom of Rainbow’s slit; slathering the limb in the athlete’s juices. Red Heart took a perverse glee in bringing the hoof to her muzzle, inhaling deeply the sweet smell of Rainbow’s nectar, sighing in content before outstretching her tongue to have a taste. Her cock twitched when she tasted it upon her buds, the mixture of tarty sweetness was delectable upon her tongue, her body quivering in delight. She slurped on her own hoof, moaning as her tongue dragged all over the frog, trying to suck in as much of the residue as possible with a moan.

“I want to take you so badly,” Red Heart whimpered, pressing the length of her cock in Rainbow’s side, staining the athlete’s fur with sticky clear pre. “You want me, don’t you? I can tell. You’re soaking,” she spoke into Rainbow’s ear, softly dry humping the mare’s side, overexcited with her growing lust. “But we can’t do it on your back,” she informed with a frown, “we have to think of your wings… I know, I know. You don’t like it on your front, but still,” she teetered with a coy grin, putting her lips close to Rainbow’s ear, “I know nothing would get you wetter than the idea of being fucked like a dog, huh?” Red Heart perceived a blush, a timid pout in the mare. “I can tell. Little miss cocksure is a little submissive for a big cock, isn’t she? You learn something new about yourself everyday…”

The nurse, still taking her time, felt the mare’s body with a hungry touch, as she began gradually to turn the athlete onto her stomach. Her cock throbbed as it dangled beneath her, her eyes tracing every contour of the mare she fondled. Delicately, she had finally turned Rainbow onto her stomach. The wings were outstretched in their stints. Red Heart crawled upwards, adjusting Rainbow’s head so that the cheek was pressed against the pillow. She made minor adjustments here and there to assure comfort. She dragged a single hoof down Rainbow’s spine as she went backwards, feeling every little bump until she stopped at her tail. She eyed her toned flank hungrily, licking her lips as she sat backwards on her plot. Her twitching trembling hardness jutted erect and outwards, the weight of the appendage causing the flat tip to flop upon the athlete’s flank. Red Heart stroked her fat rod, every thick pumping vein under her hoof. She could feel her apple-sized balls churning with potent seed, and she had to restrain herself from trying hump the air. Her exhales shook with anticipation, and she lowered herself forwards with deliberate restraint.

“I've been wanting this for so long, you couldn't possibly know,” she commented as she prepped herself, aligning her cock with the junction of Rainbow’s thighs; her mouth coming to plant kissed on the back of Rainbow’s neck. “But then a mare like you walks into my life, just giving herself to me,” she muttered, feeling her cock slide between Rainbow’s thighs, the warmth of her cunt felt on her blunt tip; her member ready to breach her tight entrance. “And each and every time… I’m eager to take.”

Red Heart gently pushed her hips forward, gasping as she felt Rainbow’s moist pussy envelop her head; stretching around her colossal cock like a condom. This was the tightest twat she had ever pierced with her dick, even if her gargantuan girth made every moist crevice feel like a vice on her large appendage. Rainbow felt like a virgin. Red Heart couldn't believe her luck. The athlete’s appetite for mares meant that a stallion wasn't able to thoroughly wear out this hole. Red Heart almost felt something akin to pity that Rainbow won’t be able to fully… appreciate, her first time with a real stallionhood in her pussy. She slowly inched her member forward, her wet pussy accommodating her excavation, and she kept a moan behind gritted teeth. She smirked when she felt Rainbow shift slightly, no doubt she was feeling either pain or discomfort, with hopefully a modicum of pleasure. Her entrance was almost painfully tight, but her inner passage accommodated well enough, pleasurably conforming around her cockflesh. Every second that passed was agonisingly good, and Red Heart involuntarily released a whimper when she felt her hips press against her flanks, her cock buried to the hilt within Rainbow’s canal; feeling the wetness of Rainbow’s pussy against her groin. Red Heart trembled, her hooves threatening to give out. The warmth seemed to caress every inch of her stallion member, surrounding her in perfect ecstasy.

“You feel so good,” she purred sensually, gyrating her sizable meatstick within her, savoring the feeling of being encased in Rainbow’s pussy. She didn't dare pull out. Not yet. She planted kisses on Rainbow’s still neck, trying to offer affection to a mare unable to take it. “I’m going to go easy… at first. Soon you’ll be begging me to go harder, you little slut. You’re going to enjoy being my little cock sleeve.”

Red Heart pulled out, her bloated pecker slicker with juice, leaving in only the broad head. She thrust inside her, smacking her hips against her flanks, before yanking out just slowly. She adopted this as her first tempo. Fast in, slow out. She didn't want to leave to keep Rainbow unfilled for long. She continued lancing into Rainbow’s folds, pleasurably scraping against her walls; loving Rainbow’s velvet embrace. She rocked back and forth in the same tempo, humming and kissing the back of Rainbow’s neck, until the pleasure mounted and she couldn't keep her restraint. She changed her rhythm, switching to long and hard pumps, the sound of smacking and squelching preceded Red Heart’s tight grip around Rainbow’s abdomen, which only enabled her to go faster and faster; a smattering of fuck tunnel's juice staining her crotch as her uncontrollable gasps joined their sexy symphony. Red Heart fucked her at a furious pace, and her bliss increased when she felt Rainbow’s cunny involuntarily contract and flex with pleasure around her stick. Red Heart marveled at how well it seemed to squeeze her, to suck her in with every thrust.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take much longer until Red Heart felt a familiar tightening in her gut. She felt her cock swell as her member crashed against Rainbow’s cervix. She crammed her entire stick within Rainbow, her cum-bloated fuck-stick ready to blow. Oddly, Red Heart found herself unable to pull out from Rainbow’s over tight snatch. She felt the sleeping athlete orgasm around her rod, convulsing and tightening around her. Red Heart tightened her grip around the mare, as her balls gushed their contents down her urethra, emptying and filling up Rainbow’s womb like a gushing white river. Her seed overflowed out of Rainbow’s pussy, flowing out in a steady trickle on the sheets, sticking to Rainbow’s thighs. Red Heart fell limp, her cheek pressed into Rainbow’s back. She laid there, panting, riding the euphoria train for as long as it would take her.

She laid there for a few minutes, before she lifted herself off the mare, looking at Rainbow’s sleeping – oblivious – face, with a blank stare. She brushed back one of the mare’s locks behind her ear before she pulled her softening cock free from Rainbow’s tunnel, and like a plug, seed flowed freely from the loosened hole. She did not have to worry about pregnancy, a fact which whilst convenient, made for a painful reminder every time she finished her… sessions. With a sigh, she hopped off the bed, and went about cleaning up her mess. The adjoining bathroom gave her the minimums. Towels, water, soap. She could easily clean up the stains well enough, both on the bed and the mare herself. But her covering up didn't end there. She had to ensure she was the one putting on fresh sheets in the mornings, as well as being the one to oversee her lover’s baths. Just to explain away what the white mess was that she may have missed, or explain why they were so sore…

After she had cleaned the mare up, repositioned her back on her back and tucked her in, she looked upon Rainbow’s face somberly. This was how she ended things. “Thank you for your time,” she spoke quietly, hoof on the bedside railing. “You were wonderful, really. I don’t really know what to say… I never do…” she looked through the sleeping Rainbow, distantly, forlornly. “I apologize. It’s really the only thing you would actually want to hear, after everything. It’s a vile thing, what I do. I know that, but…” her mouth cracked, her lips forming into a smile. “I adore it. I don’t know why, I just do. Does that make it worse? When you can’t justify your fucked up side of you? Well, it doesn't matter. Nopony knows, except me…” she spoke with undue cheeriness.

Finally, she reached outwards, to brush against the mare’s cheek. To touch her in this manner a final time. “You’re a beautiful mare. I wonder how many ponies have told you... I’m sure you’ll make somepony happy someday…” she pulled her hoof away, hopping down from the bedside chair, she turned off the bedside light and made her way to the door. Opening it, the light of the hallway flooding in, she gave a final glance back to the mare sleeping in her bed. “Goodnight. And, again, have sweet dreams...” she spoke with a grin, before leaving the room, to carry on the rest of her nighttime shift.