Old Hospital, New Patient
Blazing Torch went up to the cafeteria line and ordered his food, getting some mac and cheese and a ham sandwich with orange juice for a drink.
He went over to a table where there was no else sitting and sat down, by his lonely self as usual.
He didn't want to be alone, but he was shy and awkward and didn't know how to approach people or make friends.
He heard giggling coming from somewhere close by. He turned around and saw Sunset Shimmer and her gang of friend sitting together, laughing about something one of them said.
He sighed. He wanted to go up to them. Approach them. Ask them a few friendly questions. Maybe even flirt a little bit.
Summoning his nerve, he got up from his seat and prepared to walk over to them.
Then he noticed the tent being pitched in his pants. He blushed, and ashamed of himself, sat back down.
It had started a few weeks ago. His older brother told him he was starting puberty a few months ago, but it was only now that it really took hold of Torch's body. It was too easy for him to get an erection. He could just lightly bump a girl on the hips and get hard.
Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to be a woman. At least they didn't have to deal with these overly sensitive genitali that got aroused just by so much as thinking about maybe possibly doing something sexual later.
And of course, Torch's mind wandered towards playing with his hypothetical breasts, as despite his complaints about his own genitalia, he was something of a burgeoning pervert. Though there was a rational side to him that reasoned that playing with one's boobs couldn't possibly be that fun, or he'd see more girls doing it.
They're just lumps of flesh, he thought to himself, trying to rationalize his boner away.
It didn't help that Sunset and her friends were just two tables, all of them so pretty and cute, with their distinct, bold personalities and quirky features, and all of them possessed of attractive bodies with smooth and curvy features. They'd be heartbreakers when they got a little older and filled out some.
Torch looked down at his half-eaten meal and sighed. Unable to bring himself to finish it, he turned it to the tray collectors and left the cafeteria.
He glanced at the girls out of the corner of his eye, cursing himself for being so hard and horny.
Yet ... he still kind of wanted it. He wanted to be hard for Sunset. For Rarity, with her generosity, for Fluttershy with her kindness, and all the rest of their friends with all of their winning personalities.
That was part of his problem, he supposed. He wasn't sure he had a personality. What did he have? ... a dick that was too sensitive, hormones that were imbalanced, and a like of wrestling broadcast from Eastern countries on the other side of the world.
He ran a hand through his hair. It was red and yellow, like a fireball and like Sunset Shimmer's. At time when he was feeling really desperate, he told himself it meant he and Sunset were soulmates, but that was just a cold lie to comfort a horny and awkward teenage boy.
He might had Sunset's hair colors, but he lacked any of her other features. Her smooth, easygoing nature. Her sense of style and fashion, not as glamorous as Rarity's, but she kept a variety of sexy leather jackets around. And of course, her body, with her long hair, softly blossoming bosom, and sharp face.
And to be honest, he still though she was hot even when she was the school's largest bully. Something about the way she domineered others into doing what she wanted ...
It made Blazing Torch shiver thinking about it. Before he knew it, his hand was reaching towards his pants as he had a brief fantasy of a mixture of the old and new Sunset Shimmer, telling him what to do and how to do, but saying in the gentle, cool-aunt style of voice she now had.
He caught himself and moved his hand away before he did something unfortunate in the middle of the hall.
More ashamed and embarrassed of himself than before, he walked out of the stool and went down the block, figuring he could be back before lunch ended.
As he passed the blocks, his eyes were caught by a sign.
Spells R Us.
That was funny. He didn't remember that store being there before.
"You'd think I have noticed if they were construction going on for a building that big," Torch thought to himself.
He decided to entertain his curiosity and went inside the building.
He walked around, examining the various objects they had for sale. These included shrunken heads, wands, fortune telling tea leaves, ("110% accurate 110% of the time!" the box proclaimed), and mirrors everywhere.
He walked past one mirror and stopped. He thought he saw something.
He stepped backwards to look at the mirror again. He was shocked to see his reflection morphed into that of a yellow-furred, red-maned pony in the mirror.
Torch blinked and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh, I get it," Torch said. "This must be one of those funhouse mirrors."
He chuckled, amused at himself for taking it so seriously. This wasn't a magic shop. It was a novelty shop, for amusing knick-knacks and traps. He didn't know why he would have ever thought in a million years it sold real magic items. Sure, weird things happened at Canterlot High all the time, but that was a far cry from magic being industrialized, boxed up, and sent to sit on store shelves where anyone could buy it.
He moved on, just as fascinated with the next mirror as the one before even though he understood the trick behind them now. This one showed him in a form like the pony, but one that stood upright on two legs, with the snout smushed in to resemble a human face, and fingers on the end of its hands.
Torch tilted his head, confused at what this was supposed to represent.
He went on to the next mirror, and what he saw in this one really made his eyes bug out.
This one showed him as a woman. At least he assumed it was him, but it was hard to believe it. She was so tall. So curvy. So sexy. All the things Torch was not.
He looked at her wavy red and yellow hair and wondered if might not be him, but some alternate future version of Sunset Shimmer, one who had already filled out.
To Torch's surprise, the reflectioned beamed a big smile at him and waved.
Torch walked backwards, startled. He felt the heel of shoe begin to press against another mirror and turned around before he broke it. Looking into this mirror showed the same reflection as before, but dimmer somehow.
Torch blinked, and it took him a minute to process everything. What he was looking was the exact same womanly reflection from the first mirror, being reflected into the second mirror.
He turned to her and looked at her.
She smiled at him. She leaned forward, sweeping one leg out, and blew a kiss at him.
Torch jumped. It felt like the kiss had actually hit him. There was distinct wet feeling on his cheek in roughly the shape of a mouth.
He looked over to another mirror and saw he had a kiss mark on the cheek, messily smeared on his face in red lipstick.
He looked back at the woman, who was leaning forward, letting her breasts, and beckoning for Torch to come hither.
He was considering it when a voice beside him and startled him.
"Hello, hello!" the man said. He wore a monocle and a brown sweater vest over a yellow sweater. "What can I do for you, young man?"
"Oh," Torch said. "Nothing. I was just ... browsing."
"Browsing?" the man said. "Without any intent to buy? Oh, no, no, that's not good, that won't do it at all. You can't a run a business for very long if people don't buy things, you know," he said wisely, looking at Torch.
"Please," Torch said, backing away and holding his hands out. This man gave him a funny feeling, and Torch thought he was going to pressure him into buying something if he didn't get out of here. "I'm just a high schooler. I don't have that much money."
"Then shouldn't you be in school right now, my boy?" the man said.
"I'm away on lunch break."
The storekeeper pulled out a pocket watch and squinted at it. "You don't have a lot of time to get back to class, do you?"
Torch sighed. "Don't remind me."
"Tell you what," the storekeeper put the pocketwatch away, "what if I told you didn't have to go back to class?"
Torch looked at him oddly. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, I don't want to see you walk out of here without some of my fine merchandise in hand, my boy! So here's what we're going to do. We're going to slow down a time a bit so you can browse to your heart's content and find something you like!"
"You're crazy," Torch said, realizing it at last.
"I prefer eccentric, my boy," the storekeep said. "Now, what can I get for you? I saw you staring at this mirror here. Tell me, what about it speaks to you?"
Before Torch could object, the storekeeper had wrapped an arm around him and positioned him to look at the mirror.
The woman he'd seen in the reflection had changed out of her previous clothes into something more skimpy, a see-through lace black top with pink short pants, and had applied lipstick and eyeliner to her face. She leaned over, placing a hand demurely on one knee, and blew another kiss at Torch. This time, a pink smoke came out of her mouth.
Torch sweated and became more embarrassed than he had ever before when seeing this shapely, thinly-dressed woman blow a kiss made him reach peak hardness in seconds.
"Well, I ..." Torch stammered, struggling to think of a good excuse. He hoped the storekeeper wouldn't notice his erection, but it bulged in his pants and was hard to miss.
The storekeeper said nothing. "Come on, boy! Out with it. You like this one, don't you? Because it shows you your desires."
"My ... desires?"
"Yes, yes, that's what it does," the storekeep said. "It takes your innermost desires and reflects them back out at you. Now tell me, what do you see?"
Torch didn't want to see. His cheeks flushed.
The woman had gone even further now. Thick cum, too thick to be feminine, was leaking out from her now bare pussy, with a matching stream coming down her cheek to match, as if she just swallowed a wad from some lucky guy.
"I don't ..." Torch said, trying to think of a good lie.
"Oh, I think you do," the storekeeper said. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
Torch felt like he was having an out of body experience. His vision got darker, except for the woman in the mirror, who only seemed more vibrant.
She was juggling and rubbing her tits for Torch, doing a little hip sway to make them shimmy from side to side. They were so round, so soft and bouncy ... Torch wanted nothing more than to plant his face in them.
He felt something like he was being pushed into the mirror, and he passed through it, his face landing directly into the woman's breasts, right where he wanted to be.
Then he blacked out.
“Ugh ...” Torched groaned, coming to his senses.
“Where am I?” Torch asked. The last thing he remembered was a creepy shopkeeper and the sensation of boobs on his face.
He looked down at himself, surprised and confused. He seemed taller now, like an adult, and he was wearing a hospital gown, the scrubs blue type that were open in the back when not tied right.
He got to his feet and examined the room he was in. It was sparse, with just a bed, a door, and a nightstand with a pill bottle and a glass next to it.
On the wall there was a note. He took the note off the wall to read it.
Dear Torch,
Please take the medicine on the nightstand with the drink provided,
We hope you enjoy your stay, and remember; always listen to the nurses and the doctors. Always do what they tell you.
“Listen to the nurses and doctors,” Torch repeated, feeling drowsy, his eyes half-lidded. “Always … do what they tell me.”
He uncapped the bottle, took out the pill, drank the vial – it was some thick white substance, creamer, if he had to guess, though it tasted a little salty – and used to take the pill.
He gulped hard when he swallowed.
He put the glass down and looked around, trying to figure out what to do next.
The only door to the room creaked slowly open as if meaning to provide Torch with a hint.
With nothing else to do, Torch followed the clue and left the room.
Torch scratched his head, trying to remember how he got here while wondering where he was.
"Where am I?" Torch asked. He looked back and forth down the hallway and saw no signs to indicate where to go, just tons and tons of doors, none of which had any indication of where they went either.
"Oh! Oh my, I wasn't expecting this."
Torch turned around at the sound of the voice. It was Rarity, similarly stretched up and filled out the same way he was. Only not quite the same, as she was also filled out with a curvy, busty hourglass figure. Torch could balance a surfboard in the curvy slope between her bust and her hips.
"Who are you?" Rarity asked, holding a clipboard and pen, pink, glamorous lipstick accentuating her shiny kisser.
"I'm Blazing Torch," Torch answered. "We go to school together? I think? Maybe? It's all very confusing."
"Uh-huh. I see, well ..." Rarity flipped up pages on her clipboard. "I don't have you here on my schedule anywhere, so I guess I'll have to assume you're a new arrival."
"New arrival?" Torch asked.
"Yes." Rarity looked down over at Torch's crotch. "Oh my. And it looks like you're going to need treatment right away. I'll pencil you in. My bosses might get mad at me for going off schedule, but I'm sure I can make it up to them."
"Treatment?" Torch asked. He didn't need any treatment. He felt fine. He was the picture of health, as far as he was concerned, though he didn't have the maturity to consider emotional or mental health into that concern.
Then he looked down and saw he had an erection again. It was peeking through his hospital gown.
Ashamed of himself, he crossed his hands over his crotch to cover it up, wanting desperately to disappear from sight.
Rarity scribbled a note on her clipboard, then tossed it and her pen to the floor.
"Now, there's no need for that," Rarity said. "Let me see it."
"No," Torch insisted, stepping away from her. He looked away, hoping if he didn't keep looking at such an attractive beauty his erection might fade.
"Darling, you need some care, now let me see it!" Rarity demanded.
Torch felt a vibration along the back of his neck and top of his spine like someone giving him a massage.
Always listen to the nurse.
Unable to keep from obeying, he crossed his arms and let Rarity see his erection.
Rarity got on her knees and squinted at it. "Mm, yes, I see." She flicked his cock with her fingers, watching it bounce. "Diangous; erection hard and firm. Suggested treatment; a nice long sucking sesssion."
"What!?" Torch tried to get away, but Rarity grabbed him by the thighs and held him steady. Her lips seemed to puff up and expand in size as she took his cock into her mouth and began riding his shaft.
"Rarity, I don't ... I'm not sure I ... ugh." Torch mumbled, losing steam as he felt his mind cloud with a fog.
All he could think about was his erection, his huge, throbbing dick that was so ready to cum once someone touched him down there in just the right away. He wanted this. He needed this, just like the nurse said. This foggy feeling in his head wouldn't go away until he had it.
Rarity's lips were so thick and wet. They glided up and down his shaft with the smoothness of polished stone.
Torch sighed and moaned. He brought his hands over his crotch and began playing with himself to help it along, touching the inside of his thigh with his fingers on one side and forming a loop around the base of his shaft with his other hand.
"Ooh ..." Torch felt his cock swell up for just a moment before going back down. He was so ready for this to be over. For it happen. For him to - to cum all over Rarity's mouth.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head off to one side, the pleasure taking him over. The pressure built up in his tip, and it was going to happen soon.
Torch moaned and panted when it did, as his cock squirted sharply and powerfully into Rarity's mouth. It was such a shock to him, the way he, with his dainty little frame, could shoot off such a strong, thick load.
"Mm ..." Rarity pulled away, licking her face clean. "Treatment administered and successful."
Wet spots appeared on her nursing outfit around her nipples, as if they just let loose a gush of milk. The stain spread and made the wet fabric cling tightly to her breasts. The sight of it made Torch instantly hard again.
Rarity tilted her head in confusion.
Torch blushed. "Sorry. It, um happens. It's ... a little..."
"Update; treatment successful, but patient still in condition," Rarity said, speaking a log to seemingly no one but herself. "Will attempt alternative methods."
Rarity looked down at her wet chest, then up at Torch's cock and made the connection.
"Look," Torch said, "I'm really embarrassed about this, and you, being here, doing this, with my ... problem," he gestured to his cock, "it's really awkward, so can we just pretend like this whole thing-"
"Patient will remain quiet until the procedure is complete," Rarity ordered, and Torch felt his mouth snap shut.
Rarity pulled her nursing costume outfit, letting her tits flop out. Milk dripped from her thick nipples, putting white spots on the black squares of the floor. Seeing them drip made Torch's cock twitch eagerly.
Rarity rose up and pressed his shaft against the inside of her cleavage. She rubbed her breasts around, rolling them until they subsumed Torch's cock entirely.
Torch shuddered, feeling her press and squeeze her tits on him. They were so round and soft and thick. He wanted to cum on them.
"Yes ..." Torch thought, that foggy feeling in his head only slightly cleared up by his earlier orgasm. "Cum ..."
"Whenever you're ready, darling," Rarity as she rubbed her tits up and down the length of his shaft. "I don't mind."
Torch moaned as Rarity rode his shaft with her tits. He couldn't believe this was happening. Of all the things ...
Torch lurched, reaching his second climax, shooting his cum all over Rarity's face and breasts. It came out of him in short but strong squirts that gradually made a bigger and bigger mess.
Rarity licked around her lips, satisfied with herself. She lifted up one boob and licked the seed off it, happy with the taste and content to swallow as much as of it as she could.
At least she saw he was, somehow, against all reason and despite all logic, still hard.
"Two loads like that and you're still hard?" Rarity asked, cocking her head in disbelief and staring at him sideways. "That doesn't make any sense. I mean, unless you've already been in the hospital for some time now, but you've only just arrived today, didn't you?"
"I think so?" Torch answered, confused. He wasn't really sure how he got here, and as a result, he couldn't vouch as to how long he'd been here either. He could have been sleeping in that small closet for weeks for all he knew.
"I'm going to have to call in the big guns for this and get help," Rarity stood up, cum still sliding down the slope of her tits, the sight of which did nothing to help Torch's seeming perma-boner.
"Wait right here, darling," Rarity said. She pulled out a radio and walked away from her a few paces.
Torch blushed intensely. She just called me darling! Rarity just called me darling!
She calls everyone darling, it's just the way she talks, a pessimistic doubt said in his mind.
"Oh ... right." Torch looked down at the floor, becoming depressed again. He saw his dick hanging out with dredges of cum sliding down his length and balls.
"Why can't you just be normal?" he complained at his crotch, as if yelling at it would do anything.
It did seem to do something, as his hard cock twitched as if answering him with defiance.
Torch sighed. He wondered if he could buy some kind of reverse viagra from the pharmacy store.
Footsteps came from down the hall, and Torch snapped back to attention.
He saw Rarity and Sunset Shimmer approaching him. Sunset tall and round and curvy the same way Rarity was, wearing a pair of half-moon glasses with her hair tied back into a bun with loose strands hanging out on either side of her head, more like Twilight's hair cut than Sunset's.
"Mister Torch, this is Sunset Shimmer, our head nurse," Rarity said, gesturing to Sunset. "If anyone can figure out what to do to help you, she can, so don't you worry, okay? We'll have you fixed up in no time."
"This is the patient?" Sunset said, adjusting her glasses to see him better.
"Yes, he's the one," Rarity said. "Look at this! I've already made him cum twice now and somehow he's still just as hard as before!"
Sunset nodded. She leaned over and poked the tip of Torch's cock with her finger.
"Oh yes," Sunset said. "I think I've seen this before. Luckily, I know just what do with him."
"I'm starting to feel like a third wheel here," Torch said.
"Rarity, come over here," Sunset ordered, gesturing Rarity. "We're going to have to have sex with him."
"What? But I just told you, I already tried that."
"Don't argue with me," Sunset snapped, and Rarity slouched into a submissive posture, though her face still betrayed defiance. "I know what I'm doing. Just do what I tell you."
"Fine," Rarity crossed her arms, lodging them under her breasts and pushing them up. "And what do you want to tell me to do?"
"Have sex with him again, duh. Did I stutter?"
"No." Rarity shook her head. "I already made him cum twice. If that wasn't enough to do it, too bad. I've had enough. I'm done."
Sunset stared at her. "You've had enough? Our chief bimbo sex-lover has had enough?" Sunset repeated with disbelief.
Torch was struck again by how different these versions of the girls he knew were. The Rarity he knew wasn't a bimbo, and even if she might secretly be one, she'd never stand to have someone call her that to her face.
"What can I say? I'm frustrated." Rarity sagged her arms in defeat. "Usually guys are spent when I get through with them the first time!"
"Ah. So you're offended that he didn't cave in to you on the first go, is it?"
"Perhaps," Rarity said demurely.
"Okay, fine, you know what? I'll do it." Sunset took off her glasses, clipping them onto the collar of her shirt, and undid her hair bun, letting her long red and yellow hair flow to her back. "You just stand there and look sexy."
"Darling, that's one of my best talents!"
"Wait, what?" Torch asked.
Sunset Shimmer kicked off the high heels she was wearing and dropped to her knees, cupping Torch's cock gently and taking it into her mouth.
"H-hold on now," Torch stammered. "I didn't agree to this. You heard Rarity. We just had sex twice. I'm not really sure I'm ready to go for round ..."
He became distracted by the sight of Rarity's tits leaking milk through her wet costume, watching the drops slide down her shirt. He quickly changed his mind.
Rarity idly played with her nipples, sighing, squeezing and tweaking herself as if trying to empty her tits out, though Torch had a sneaking suspicion that wouldn't happen and that her supply of milk was virtually limitless.
Sunset Shimmer gave him a long, slow suck, and Torch shivered. For a second there, he was he was already going to cum a third time, but the pressure died down just as quick as it built up.
"What?" Torch wondered, looking down at Sunset Shimmer. Were her lips magic or something?
Sunset Shimmer looked up at him, as if wondering he had an objection. She broke off. “Is there a problem?”
“No, no,” Torch said. “Please. Kept going.”
“Good. That’s what I thought.”
Sunset Shimmer resumed sucking, drawing slowly on Torch’s length.
Torch pulled at his collar, embarrassed to be more preoccupied with Rarity’s leaking nipples than the fact that a knockout like Sunset Shimmer of all people was willingly sucking him off.
Sunset noticed his attention was elsewhere and glanced over her shoulder. Seeing Rarity out of the corner of her eye, she put together what was going on.
“Nurse Rarity,” she popped her mouth off to say. “come over here and let the patient play with your breasts.”
“But-”
“No buts except yours bent over,” Sunset snapped. “That’s an order.”
Rarity groaned and rolled her eyes. “Like, fine.” She begrudgingly came over to them, taking off her wet shirt to give him unfettered access to her rack.
“I can … play with them?” Torch asked in disbelief. It was like someone had reached into his head and made all of his deepest, most perverted fantasies come true; oral sex from both Rarity and Sunset, and now he could also play with Rarity’s huge jugs? Christmas was early, and he must have been a good boy this year.
“Yes, of course,” Rarity brushed her knuckles up against her chin, “though I must admit, as … tired as I am of dealing with your ridiculous glands, something about the idea of a big, strong man playing with and squeezing my jiggly tits … well, something about that always turns me on.” She swayed gently back and forth, giving her tits a tiny bit of motion to further entice Torch.
Torch’s rod stiffened up from her words. He wiggled his fingers in anticipation. He scrunched his eyes shut and reached out tentatively, afraid he might have a limit to how much pleasure the dream could give him and that by groping Rarity, he would wake himself up.
His fingers hit soft, marshmallow-y skin, and despite his fears, he didn’t immediately wake up in his old bed having made a mess under the covers. Emboldened by this, he dug his fingers in.
“Ow!” Rarity yelped. “Like, not so hard, darling!”
“Sorry,” Torch blushed. “I guess I’m just still not used to this.” He bit his lip as a spasm shook his thighs. He had forgotten all about Sunset Shimmer working him over at his rod.
Sunset moved her head slowly across the length of him, and Torch could feel the start of another climax forming, slowly and subtly, but it was there. It probably wouldn’t be long before he came into Sunset’s mouth.
I’m going to cum into Sunset’s mouth, he thought, the shock of it hitting him against like being slapped with a wet fish to the face. Just the mere anticipation of the idea nearly sent him over the edge again, and he shuddered and moaned.
“Oh!” Rarity exclaimed, getting an idea. “I know what to do. Trust me, darling, this will help your next orgasm feel really powerful, though I’m sure a stud like you doesn’t need like, a poor bimbo like me to help you without that.” She looked at him flirtatiously and giggled.
Torch’s blush returned, though he couldn’t decide whether it was from Rarity flirting with him or embarrassment that his real self didn’t live up to her expectations.
Both, probably.
Rarity giggled and pulled herself closer to him, placing her hands around his shoulders.
“Come on, big guy,” Rarity encouraged him, shaking and making her breasts jiggle back and forth. “I know you’ve been staring at them practically since you came in. Go ahead. Give them a nice long suck.”
Torch gulped. “R-really? You mean it?”
“Would I be standing here in front of you with my milky tits out if I didn’t?”
Torch looked down at her cleavage and felt overwhelmed. She was so big, so thick. His anxiousness made them appear even bigger than they actually were, and a fear grew in him that if he put his head between them, he might never be able to pull it back out.
Of course, it took a voice in the back of his mind to remind him of something; wasn’t that kind of what he wanted?
With a deep breath, he latched onto Rarity’s nipple and sucked, drinking up her sweet, creamy milk. It was thinner than he imagined it would be, but that just helped it flow faster into his mouth.
He felt the effects of the milk immediately. It seemed to rush through his body straight into his cock, and he could sense that his next orgasm would be a big one.
Sunset, amazingly in sync with Rarity despite the lack of words between them, began sucking harder and faster, moving her head along Torch’s cock at a much quicker pace.
Torch felt it coming … and coming annnd splat. His cock exploded, shooting the thickest wad of cum he ever experienced straight down Sunset’s throat like a fireball.
Sunset moaned rapturously and pulled away from him, and Torch was amazed to see his cock completely dry. Sunset must have sucked all of the cum off as she was disengaging from him.
(He ignored the rational part of his brain telling him that logically there should have still been saliva from Sunset’s mouth and his cock shouldn’t be this bone-dry.)
Finally, finally, after two blow jobs, one titfuck, and some enchanted milk, his boner went down a little, shrinking to the size of a normal flaccid dick.
Sunset Shimmer stared up at him with hearts in her eyes, giggling and babbling, muttering about how good it felt and how tasty his seed was.
Torch looked at her with concern. He didn’t think he could do something like that to a woman, much less a strong, confident one like Sunset Shimmer. Could he, meager, awkward, horny Torch, have turned a boss lady like Sunset into a heart-eyed bimbo with just one load?
No, no, he told himself. Even if that were the case, he had to remind himself he’d been drinking Rarity’s milk during the proceedings. If there was anything messing with Sunset Shimmer’s head, it was that, not him.
Sunset inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. She knocked on her head a few times, and when she opened them, her eyes were back to normal. As far ‘normal’ gets in this weird fetish sex dream hospital.
“Patient … appears to have stabilized,” Sunset Shimmer said, getting up and placing her glasses back on, though she left her hair down. “Recommend keeping for observation for two or three days.”
“Three days!?” Torch exclaimed. “I can’t be here that long! Lunch breaks in half an hour! Classes will start back up again, and if I’m late to class, Cranky Doodle will tan my hide!”
Rarity grabbed his cock, and despite the suddenness of the gesture, it made him relaxed and suggestible, as if there was a hidden button around his groin that reset his mood that she knew how to access but he didn’t.
“Shh,” Rarity told him. “Relax, darling. Everything will be all right. Sunset Shimmer and I and the other nurses will take good care of you.”
“Yeah,” Torch said, nodding along. “Yeah, that sounds okay.”
“Good,” Sunset cooed. “Now, if you don’t mind, let’s get you a bed somewhere in the hospital. After all those climaxes, you’re going to need some water and food. Especially because … well, you’ll see.”
Rarity and Sunset Shimmer guided Torch to a bedroom, where they set him up on the bed and laid him across it. Rarity sat by him on a chair, now in a new, dry dress while Sunset left the room to go get him some lunch.
Rarity patted his hand and watched him rest.
He looked back at her nervously. “Could you, um, not do that? It’s kind of turning me on a little.”
“Goodness,” Rarity said as she drew her hand away. “It’s starting to seem like everything turns you on. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I’m just so sexy that any touch is enough to make a man hard for me.” She fluttered her eyelids at him.
“Oh, no, trust me, it’s definitely the first one,” Torch muttered. “Wish it wasn’t,” he added grumpily.
Rarity chuckled and rested her chin on the back of her palm. “You know, it’s funny. I’ve seen all sorts of amazing, kinky, sexy things in this hospital … but I’ve never quite seen someone like you, Torch. The way you can just keep going and going and going ...” she sighed lovingly, as if entertaining the thought of sucking him off again. “It’s a real talent you have there.”
“Yeah,” Torch said with an exaggerated voice, “that’s the word for it. Talent. And not, you know, hormone problem.” He looked down self-consciously at his groin. “I just wish I understood what it made tick. I mean, I’m pretty young, so maybe it’s the hormones? But I’ve been doing some research online, and I can’t find anything about this. I mean, erections lasting longer than four hours? Sure, but this?” Torch sighed. “I just wish I knew what was causing it.”
Rarity leaned over and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, darling. The other nurses and I will figure it out while you’re here, I’m sure of it, and then we can send you on your way to live a happy, healthy, normal life. With a normal amount of sexual activity, not the ridiculous kind we have here.”
“Yeah,” Torch said. He looked around the room. From all appearances, it was just a normal hospital room, but his experiences with Rarity and Sunset Shimmer told him differently. This was not a normal hospital. Something was going on with it. “Where is ‘here’, anyway?”
Rarity was spared from having to answer by Sunset returning with a lunch tray. She set the tray down on Torch’s lap and pulled up a chair of her own.
“Do you want me to feed it to you?” Sunset asked with a flirtatious look.
Torch was tempted, but he didn’t want to think about more sex while he was trying to eat, so he turned the offer down.
It was as he taking a spoon of pudding and about to put it into his mouth that the words Rarity said earlier sunk into his brain.
“OTHER NURSES!?” He exclaimed, knocking his lunch tray over and knowing without a doubt they would be the rest of the girls; Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle.
All of whom would be voluptuous nurses.
All of whom would ‘prescribe’ for him various forms of sexual intercourse.
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