The Trojan Brigade Or Light Gust Gets Some Mane

Light Gust stretched his light-grey wings as the kind Nurse Redheart of Ponyville examined him. She pattered around him while humming a happy tune and prodding him here and there with various medical devices, half of which the grey Pegasus was certain weren’t needed. The whiteness of the room matched Nurse Redheart’s coat, although the mare’s pink mane gave life to the air around her. Her movements, sure and lively, contrasted with the cold metal trays and counters surrounding them, but her red cross Cutie Mark made her absolutely belong to the place. His own mane sure matched the decor. A light blue, it was at home among the posters of the same colour lining the walls, although he liked to associate it more with the blue of the sky than sterile hospitals and clinics.

He didn't study the room so closely because it caught his eye, but rather to distract himself from the harsh beating of his heart. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten a job, and it wasn't the first time he had to pass a medical examination for one, but it was the first time he'd gotten such a job, and his mind still couldn't believe it was happening.

Nurse Redheart stepped away from him and considered him. His heart skipped a beat.

“Great, you look like a very healthy young stallion.” She hummed her approval of his physical form. She replaced a metal stick inside her coat, tracing Light Gust’s grey body with her eyes, unaware of the relief washing over him. She turned to a table near her, pen held in her magic aura, and filled lines of paperwork. “You’re a great candidate for the program. Who did you say recommended you again?”

“Oh, uh, Miss Rarity.” He fiddled with the fly of his flight jacket, a thick blue thing made to resist high-altitude chill. As she seemed to be finalizing his release, he dressed himself back up.

“That mare always had a good taste, hadn’t she?” Nurse Redheart chuckled. “How did you meet her? I never saw you here before. Oh, before you leave I just need to do some more basic examinations on you, you can keep your jacket for now.”

“We met in Canterlot.” Light Gust raised a wing to let her prod at his flight muscles. For a non-Pegasus, she seemed to know what she was doing with them. “I moved there a few years ago. We met there during one of her visits to Fashion Alley. I used to work there and I helped her find her way through our hundreds of departments.”

The nurse giggled. “You must’ve been one Tartarus of a guide. I can’t remember Rarity ever getting lost.”

He shrugged. “Honestly, at first she just wanted me to point her to the right direction, but we started to talk and we hit it off pretty well. Ended up going to a friendly dinner with her the day after.”

“Friendly dinner, huh?” Nurse Redheart looked at him with the biggest smug face he’d ever seen. “And that’s what pushed her to recommend you for the Brigade?”

Light Gust gave a nervous smile. Members of the Trojan Brigade were specially picked to be the most virile stallions a pony could find. To be recommended for that job, especially by a close friend of the princess of Friendship herself, had very obvious implications. “It really isn’t what—”

“Hmm-hmm.” Nurse Redheart winked at him. “Don’t worry I won’t tell.”

The squeaking of a swivel chair sounded as Redheart’s magic pulled it closer to them. She plopped down on it and rested her face in her hooves, an excited grin on her face. “Go on, I'm listening.”

“There’s really not much to tell. You see…”

“Oh, Light Gust! You are such a charmer!”

Heads light with good, fine wine, Light Gust and Rarity made their way to the Unicorn’s lavish hotel room, laughing and cheering. It had been the third time they enjoyed a night together since they first met, and it had been definitely the best of the three. As her business in Canterlot was done for the time being, they had decided to take a little break and explore the city's wonders, which eventually led them to some of the best wine in Equestria. When they finally crossed the threshold of the hotel room, Rarity hurried to close the door behind them and threw herself on the regal bed in the center of the room, stretching herself and turning to her side to face Light Gust.

“I had so much fun tonight.” She smiled a coy smile. “But what’s coming next will be even better.”

Her head was adorned with a small elongated tiara finishing with an opal gemstone. Light Gust, for his part, wore a badly-sewn pillowcase on his head, letting only his face show through a hole cut in it. A crimson flush appeared on his face as she spoke.

“You bet it will be.”

He jumped on the bed and landed hard next to Rarity. The mattress jiggled under them. She came close to him, enough for the Pegasus’ sensitive neck feathers to rustle under her breath.

“You know what time it is?”

Light Gust drew in a deep breath. Rarity did the same. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

“It’s Adventure Time!” Both ponies yelled at the same time before falling to a fit of laughter. Wiping tears from her eyes, Rarity levitated the remote and quickly set the channel to the six-hours-long marathon they had set to record before going to the local costume store and a game shop. For such a business-centric pony, Light Gust never imagined she would be a fan of one of his favourite shows. But apparently, the craziness and creativity of it had spoken to her.

Soon, ice cream, popcorn, and soda joined them on the bed as they watched the adventures of the goofy protagonists of the show. They huddled closer to each other, relishing each other’s presence to their side.

They stopped paying attention to their surroundings when the Ice King, a terrifying icy-blue unicorn threatened the heroes yet again. Even as absorbed in the show as he was, a small touch to his thigh made Light Gust start. Rarity, her eyes set on the TV, felt around him where the popcorn bag had been a few seconds ago.

“Uh, Ra—”

Her hoof hit the soda bottle, making it spill all over Light Gust’s legs. She jumped as he did, face red as she stared at the mess.

“Oh, goodness, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s no problem.” He tried wiping himself with his hooves while his brain processed what was happening.

“Oh, dear, just go take a shower.” She got off the bed and pulled him off in turn, directing him to the bathroom. “I insist, I’ll change the sheets in the meantime.”

He stumbled inside the bathroom. His wine-hazed mind finally understood he was covered in sticky soda and he groaned. They were having such a wonderful time, why did that stupid soda bottle have to ruin everything?

“Damn you, soda!” he said to no one in particular, shaking his hoof at the air. Maybe the soda god would hear him and feel guilty. He hiccuped and chuckled before the stickiness of his fur reminded him he needed to wash himself.

The bathroom was bigger than his apartment. Granted, he had expected Rarity’s luxury suite to be bigger than his tiny lodgement, but the bathroom? He spun around on himself, admiring the gilded tiles and the chandelier hanging overhead. The shower was wide and roomy too, and — he realized with a blush — clearly made to host two ponies at once. Or more. With hoofholds set much at just the right height to line up with somepony leaning on the wall and a non-skid coating to prevent untimely slipping, the design was clear.

The alcohol was making his head spin as much as the sudden rush of hormones from the mere thought of two ponies going at it in the shower he was stepping in. The rush of water as he turned the knob did little to distract him from his thoughts, and neither did the smell of Rarity’s shampoo that permeated the shower and rose in the heating air. Flowery, proper. He closed his eyes. He could feel her, smell her, like she had her mane pressed against his face as he—

In his drunken mind, the image of Rarity took shape. A Rarity who looked at him with a gleam in her eyes, who came closer, closer, swaying her beautiful round hips as she did. Who reached and touched his face, kissed him deeply.

He was slipping out of his sheath rapidly. He bit his lower lip, his length emerging and hardening from his sinful thoughts. Images swirled in his mind. Rarity’s smile. Her delight when she learned his fondness for what she loved. Her precious laugh. Her warm body pressed against his as they walked side by side on the boardwalk. The scent of her shampoo.

His hoof wandered to his underbelly and touched his throbbing length. He sighed, his fantasy dissipating from the situation. No way he would go down for at least a few dozen minutes. He could take care of it quickly, be presentable to go back to the show. Yeah, that wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“Oh, Lighty?” The door slammed open. “The towels are—”

Light Gust froze. Rarity was standing open-mouthed on the threshold. Her eyes lowered down, down, to his barrel, to his hoof firmly around his shaft. He cringed as her eyes widened. His tipsy brain spun on itself and tried to come up with the best explanation he could come up with.

“Hey, Rarity. This is a bit awkward.”

The shock on her face slowly morphed to amusement. She brought a hoof in front of her mouth and chuckled. “My, my, Lighty. If you needed this so badly you only had to ask.”

He blinked, not believing his ears. “What?”

She sauntered closer to him. “I’m almost hurt you didn’t think of asking me to help you.” Her horn lit up, and the tiara in her mane floated to the counter. “After everything we did today, don’t you think this would have been the perfect activity to close the day? Especially with how you were looking at me all the time, I thought you’d jump on me the moment we were back in the room.”

Under any other circumstances, he would have fainted from the pressure. However, his mind muddled as it was, he simply smirked as his heartbeat picked up. “You make it sound as if it’s easy to ask somepony like you.”

She hummed and brushed against him. “I’m hurt.” her hoof came to his side, gently rubbing him. “I thought we were on a date today.”

The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. Still, he took what she had said and rolled with it. “And I thought Canterlotians liked to let their dates simmer for months before moving to more interesting activities anyway.” He followed his instincts and passed a hoof through Rarity’s curly mane which now hung lower, wet from the shower. It felt strange to touch a mare like that, but something inside him knew exactly what to do. “Not that I mind, of course.”

She giggled. “I’m from Ponyville, actually.”

“That must explain why. You’re so different from mares I know. So much more energetic. So much more passionate.” He brought his hoof down to her cheek, and she half-lidded her eyes with a wicked grin. “As much in your daily life as your nightly life it seems.”

She touched the hoof on her cheek with her own. “I have to admit I haven’t had much time to be passionate about my nightly life recently.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “And I fully intend to change that.”

His cheeks flushed crimson. The beats of his heart had officially gone over jackhammering and were reaching critical territory, screaming at him to break off and take a breather. However, one look at the mare's eyes, and any and all desire of leaving melted away. “I would love nothing more.”

She leaned back and looked at him with a sultry smile. “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

All of his life seemed to vanish in a sort of tunnel vision focused only on the incredible beauty standing wet in front of him. He brought his face closer to her. Closer. Closer still, until their lips touched. She pulled him lightly toward her, tilted her head, took his kiss deeply. His hoof stroked her head, her neck. The warmth of her mouth was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. She tasted like soda, popcorn, and candies. Most of all, she smelled and tasted of herself, of the mare he'd been having so much fun with those last few days. Her lips parted slightly as she deepened the kiss, and he answered in kind. Their breaths mingled, their tongues touched for the barest of moments before the sensation sent a shiver up his spine and he lightly pulled back.

She broke the kiss with a sigh and grinned. “This wasn’t your first time kissing a mare I hope.”

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. Between moving to Canterlot, my studies, and my work, I haven’t found much time to be passionate about my nightly life either.”

She brought a hoof to her chest. “My word, you certainly don’t act the part. I almost can’t believe you. You’re a great kisser.” She reached for his lips again, placing a gentle hoof on his chest, going lower, lower. He wanted to stop her, his brain unable to understand that it wasn't all a big, fantastic dream. But the softness of her touch held his worry at bay. She reached under him and squeezed his length lightly, her hoof hardly reaching all the way around. Her eyes widened, and she smacked her lips. “Very gifted too. It’s a wonder mares aren’t fighting over you.”

“I haven’t been looking. I only stumbled upon a diamond by accident.”

She chuckled, her cheeks flushed. Despite the heat, despite the steam rising around them from their pounding hearts, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheer cheesiness of his words himself.

“Well, my apprentice gem digger, I’ll make sure your first time is one to remember.” She gave a light peck on his lips before pushing against him, pinning him to the shower wall. His back hit the warm ceramic with a wet slap. Her light blue eyes locked with his own. “Now, do you want to do it here or on the bed?”

“Both?”

She giggled and kissed him.

“And then what?” Nurse Redheart was on the edge of her seat, almost sweating.

“Then we made love.” He sighed. He was sitting upright on the edge of the table. “My friends told me my first time wouldn’t be anything special. They sure didn’t have theirs with Rarity.”

“Made love? Fancy term, loverboy.” She smirked. “Usually, stallions brag about how they fuck or take the mare they slept with. I think in my career I’ve heard only one say it like that.”

“Who?”

“You.”

He laughed, and she followed suit. “I guess I can be a bit romantic sometimes.”

“Romantic? Try sappy.” She looked at him with a gleam in her eyes. “Details?”

He mimed the action of zipping his lips. “Professional secret.”

She groaned but nodded all the same. “Fine.”

Silence hung in the room for a few seconds before Nurse Redheart jumped from her stool and resumed her prodding. “Well, let’s get this all over with, and maybe you can tell me more about you later.”

“Get this all over it? I’m very much enjoying myself in your company. I’ve been to clinics before, but yours is the only one I found myself really, really enjoying. You're a great conversationalist.”

She chuckled. “Not enjoying yourself too much I hope?”

“Hard not to, with a lovely mare such as you.”

He blinked. How those words had escaped his mouth, he couldn’t even begin to guess. The retelling of his previous experience had really gone to his head.

She faked a gasp. “Lovely mare? Me? I really need to take you out now. If you’re talking like that here, I can’t imagine how you’d be like in front of a nice candle diner.”

He smiled and returned the banter. “This almost sounds like a date, nurse.”

“Don’t be silly.” She flicked him on the head. “Consider it a follow-up to this exam.”

“Then I don’t see why not.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Thanks, hon.” Her country accent was absolutely charming. Not as thick as others he’d seen, it had a warmth to it, unlike the Canterlot folks’ who sounded permanently offended. “And yes, if you’d like…” she coughed and cleared her throat, chuckled. “Well, if you’re free, I’d love to see what my friend Rarity saw in you. You’re not dating anyone I hope?”

He tsked her. “Nurse, that is not very professional of you. Not only are you asking your patients out but you’re also prodding at their private life?”

“I’m not asking you out,” she retorted with a fakely offended scoff and got off her seat. “I’m simply taking you to a friendly dinner. Nothing more.”

She brushed against him and dragged her hoof along his thick jacket. The gentle-yet-pressing touch sent shivers running through Light Gust, as did the blush on her cheeks that rivaled the colour of her mane. No way. This couldn’t be happening again.

She cleared her throat. “Dear, I’ll need you to remove this silly thing now. I can’t take your pulse with that on you.” She lightly touched the zipper and offered him a sly smile. “Or maybe you’d like for me to remove it for you?”

He grinned, heating up under the nurse’s gaze. “You Ponyvillians really are passionate about your jobs, aren’t you?”

She giggled and dragged the fly down, revealing Light Gust’s puffy fur underneath. She reached all the way down to his underbelly and brushed against his sheath as the zipper fell either side of her hoof. Light Gust’s wings snapped wide open. Blood rushed to his cheeks to the cadence of his racing heart. His head spun. Oh yeah, it was happening again.

“Getting a little daring here.” Light Gust smirked, hiding the stress seizing him. “Not that I mind one bit.”

“Don’t be silly. If you’re going to join the Trojan Brigade, I need to see what you have to offer.” She continued down his sheath, gently rubbing at the growing flesh. “Nothing unprofessional at all with this, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely.” He sucked in a breath. Nurse Redheart went down to his heavy balls and worked him like a pro, and soon he was sliding out of his sheath and into her waiting hoof. Her eyes and her grin slowly widened as he reached full mast, his hard length pointed directly at the ceiling and throbbing gently. His wings fluttered either side of him from delight.

“Celestia’s holy name!” She breathed in and gave his mast a long stroke. She let out a shaky breath as she reached the bottom of his shaft, and grinned. “I think you are more than qualified.”

Light Gust’s chest swelled with pride. Two lovely mares complimenting him that way did wonders for the ego. “I don’t think you’ll get a very accurate reading of my pulse now. I hope this makes up for it.”

“Almost.” She started to move her hoof up and down his cock, long strokes that fully took advantage of his impressive length, sending an incredible feeling coursing through him without bringing him too close to the edge. “I just need the confirmation that you’re still productive. Standard procedure.”

“Standard procedure, huh?” He hummed in contentment, his anxiety melting away under the Nurse’s ministrations. “Do you do this with all your patients?”

“No.” She gave him a wink. “Don’t worry, though, as long as I just use my hoof, it’s only a necessary part of the process. Only more fun, wouldn’t you agree?”

He nodded. “I would say I’d close my eyes on whatever you would want to do to me, but I wouldn’t dare take them off your lovely face.”

Nurse Redheart broke her rhythm on his length as she buckled in laughter.

“What can I say?” He shrugged, his cock bobbing in the air. “Trust me, having me keep my eyes on you will make your job that much easier.”

Nurse Redheart’s spastic laughter quickly subsided, and she looked up at him with a hungry gleam in her eyes. She circled the examination table, brushing her hoof against Light Gust, and pushed him gently down to the cushioned surface. His cock towered between his legs like a belfry.

“Let’s do this right then.” She flicked her tail to the side, spreading the scent of her arousal around the room, and pressed her muzzle against the underside of his cock, front hooves firmly holding the edge of the table. Her flat tongue went up, up, and flicked against his head, collecting a bit of pre that had started to leak. She licked her lips and, without a word, lifted herself higher and took the head in her mouth. A hot, wet sensation envelopped his cock, and he bucked his hips. She angled herself to take the involuntary trust in her throat, drinking his pre like a sweet nectar. He could barely think through the impossible pleasure he was lost in. The only things that seemed to exist were his cock, and the nurse’s throat around it, massaging it, taking him deeper and deeper with every passing second. She sure had some experience and was pushing him closer and closer to release, judging from the heat rising through his body. She slowly went back up, dragging her tongue against his shaft as she did, and suckled on his head, locking her eyes with his. After several long seconds, he groaned as a particularly good move of her tongue made his thick cock throb and release a squirt of pre that splashed in her mouth. Nurse Redheart looked surprised for a second, and the engorged tip popped out of her mouth, smearing her lips with the clear white liquid. Light breathed at the sudden release, and his cock gave a hard throb of disappointment at being removed from the nurse’s care.

“You are…” she swallowed. Her breathing was ragged, uneven. “...delicious. A bit of a quickshot, but delicious”

“Quickshot?” He grinned and wiggled his hips a little, making his rock-hard cock sway in the air. He had been close, but not that close. “Nurse, we have barely started here.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson. “Oh. My.” She gave a transfixed smile as she came close to him again, breathless. “I’m sorry, I really thought—”

“I could have, with how great of a job you were doing.” He reached a hoof to her head and pulled her closer. “You are absolutely incredible.”

She breathed in deeply, and he followed suit. The air was thick with their scents. Like spurred on by the alluring aroma, Nurse Redheart took his cock between her hooves and lapped at its underside, pumping it up and down as she did. She purred. “I love my job.”

“Couldn’t agree more. I—” His words were cut as she dragged her tongue all the way up and took the tip in her mouth again, eliciting a moan from him. He wasn’t sure if he was glad or not to not have gotten himself off recently. On one hoof, the increased sensitivity felt absolutely heavenly. On the other, if she continued being as good as she was, she was going to make that incredible pleasure end sooner than he’d wished.

“You’re cute when you moan like that.” Her voice was half-muffled by the mouthful of cock.

“Don’t you mean incredibly virile and stalliony?”

“That too.” She slid down his length, taking more of him in her throat. “‘Ood’ess.”

“Don’t try to talk, silly filly.” He put a hoof on her head and guided her gently as her throat took him as best it could, her warmth enveloping more and more of his length. “Careful.”

She hummed around him and started going back up. She had barely taken half of him, but even that was impressive. Most mares who had tried him had barely made it past the head. Nurse went back down, and his hips bucked slightly. “Oh, Clouds, you’re so amazing!”

For a long moment, nothing existed in the world except for Nurse Redheart’s throat around his cock, and his ragged breath. She alternated between going slow and fast, looking at him and closing her eyes. But she always drove herself around his cock with a heated passion. He felt pressure rise from deep inside, inexorable, and drawing nearer by the moment. “I’m getting close!”

She grinned and went faster, deeper, until she hilted him fully inside. With a groan, he bucked his hips to her mouth as his cock throbbed and pulsed, and shot ropes after ropes of cum deep inside Nurse Redheart’s throat. She didn’t move at first, enjoying the feeling of him filling her stomach, but after several seconds of him showing no sign of stopping, panic filled her face and she surged back up and stumbled backward, gasping for air. She fell to her haunches, and his cock throbbed in the open air, shooting several ropes over her before stopping. They laid on their elbows, Light Gust panting from the effort, and Nurse Redheart panting from oxygen deprivation. Finally, she let herself fall flat to the ground.

“I think you pass just fine.”

“A— are you alright?” Light Gust lifted himself a bit higher despite his strength being completely drained from his release. His cock was rapidly softening and retreating back to his sheath, leaving a mess on his coat.

She rose a hoof and let it fall down with a laugh. “Never better. By the Princesses, I feel so full. With a bit of training, you’ll be one of our best members.”

They stayed in silence, and Light Gust was left to wonder how they were going to clean that mess before the doctor came back.

“So.” Nurse Redheart rolled to her side and got up on shaky legs. She wiped her face with a hoof and idly licked it clean. “Are you free tonight?”

He offered her an apologetic smile. “I would have loved to, but I have a meeting with Princess Twilight Sparkle tonight. She’s going to walk me through what my job implies. I’m so sorry.”

“Too bad.” She levitated a sheet of paper to him. “This is your medical form. And…”

A pen zipped along the corner of the page. She ripped the corner off, and slipped the series of numbers in his jacket’s pocket. Light Gust started as she gave him a little peck on the cheek.

“I need to clean up before the next patient,” she said, gesturing to the sticky mess around the table. You should go home and clean up too.” She winked. “And keep this piece of paper handy.”

“I will.”

"Good." She poked him in the chest. "I'll give you lessons on how to talk dirty to a mare. I think you'll need them. Now, go, don't make the Princess wait." She gently turned him around and pushed him out the door with a smile.

Once the door closed behind him, he let out a deep breath, his entire body suddenly relaxing all at once. He took out the piece of paper and scanned the numbers on it. He grinned like a foal. For the first time, a mare had given him her phone number. After years of being too shy to even speak to a mare, he had not only one, but two beautiful and fascinating mares take interest in him.

As much as he felt like a jerk for thinking it, he really had to thank that demonic centaur if he ever broke free from Tartarus again for unknowingly giving him that chance.