Nurse Redheart's Donation Collectionby BoxenMyBootChaptersPrologueThe First PatientThe FarmhandThe Analytical Vice PrinciplePrologue"How do you do it, Redheart?" Another nurse asked with a smile. The two were sitting in the staff lounge, eating their sandwiches. Redheart looked confused, still chewing a bite of her own sandwich before gulping, crumbs adorably freckling her lips, "Do what?" "Every nurse here who accepts sperm donations never receives them as fast as you do." She took a sip of her water before continuing, "We're all in charge of leaving the stallions to 'work their magic' to a naughty magazine, but when you accept those same stallions they finish so much faster." Redheart giggled a bit nervously, "I don't know. Maybe they like seeing me before they 'start?'" "Are you implying us other nurses don't look as appealing?" She threw her hands up, frantically dismissing the concern, "No! Not at all! I'm sure you have stallions at home who can't stand being away from you. Eh heh." The other nurse raised a brow in suspicion, "Hmm. Well, whatever it is, I guess it's no harm as long as we're collecting as many samples as possible. Celestia knows how many mares want to have foals, but can't find a single stallion on the market for them." Redheart did her best to eat her sandwich calmly, "Yeah. You're right." "Anyway, my lunch break is over." She stood up, threw her trash away, and stopped on her way out the door to look back, "Redheart?" "Hm? Yes?" "A lot of the patients love what to do and every nurse in training wants to be you someday. You tend to sell yourself short. Try to not be so hard on yourself." Redheart sighed in relief of the assurance, "I know. Thanks." "No problem." Sooner than later, Redheart's lunch is over as she stepped out into the hall, eventually making her way past the front desk where she overheard a royal messenger pony speaking to doctors and nurses, "Celestia has issued a demand on all of stallion kind to begin donating as many sperm samples as safely possible." "Has she gone mad?" A doctor exclaims, "We don't have enough hands on deck for this kind of task!" The messenger answers, "There is a potential war on the horizon and Celestia fears there could be several casualties. There are already countless mares volunteering to carry foals to follow after this demand." "This is madness!" Another doctor chimes, "We need more ponies here just to handle this!" "With all due respect, Doctor, but we can handle this." Redheart steps in, a determined stare in her eyes. "Our numbers may be few, but I think I can rally a lot more nurses in training for this task as well. After all, it's only accepting sperm donations. These nurses in training would be more than already valid to simply give a bottle and a magazine to a stallion just to receive the sample back afterwards." The doctors and nurses nod. "Good, then let's get this-," she pumps a fist in the air, "underway!" The First PatientIt was a new day in Equestria, Nurse Redheart was sipping her morning coffee as she stood beside one of her colleagues' desks. She gave a wide and long yawn before speaking, "Anyone on the list yet?" "You mean for sperm donations?" She took another sip, "Yes." "Not yet. Why so eager?" The other nurse giggled. "Eager?" Her voice caught as her cheeks flushed with red, "No. I'm just trying to do my job." "I'm just teasing, Redheart. I'll let you know if anypony comes in for that." "Thank you." Redheart sat at her desk for a bit. She was beginning to enjoy the quiet, but then a big, red stallion came inside. A particularly quiet stallion who worked as a farmhand. Redheart could see him from here. "Hello, sir," the nurse at the front desk greeted, "What brings you in, today?" "Uh," the burly farm stallion tried to work up the words, "I came to donate." The nurse looked at him wonderingly, "Donate? Donate what?" "It's for the demand from Celestia." "Ohhh... Alright, then. If you could fill out this paperwork, be sure to list what genes and illnesses are prominent in your family, then we'll be all set. I'll get a nurse ready for you." The quiet stallion simply took the notepad and pencil back to the waiting area. The nurse made her way back to Redheart, "We have a stallion wanting to donate. Quite a hunk, if you ask me." She chuckled to herself. Redheart rolled her eyes, "Keep it professional." "What? I'm just saying, I wouldn't mind getting sperm donated from him for me." "Is that all?" Redheart spoke impatiently. The nurse sighed, "Yes. Sorry, Nurse Redheart." "You're fine, but please be considerate of others. Show self discipline." The nurse Redheart was speaking to was still a trainee, so she had to set an example for her. "Yeah. I will." She responded as if she had just gotten lectured by her father. She stepped back to her desk and waited until the stallion gave her back the notes. "All done?" "Eeyup." "Alright," she reads the name listed, "Big Mac, Nurse Redheart will be helping you along with the process. Head to room 4 and wait for her." "Mhm," he nods and walks into the room. Eventually, Nurse Redheart comes in, seeing Big Mac sitting awkwardly on the bed. "Good morning, Mr. Mac. What's the matter?" He doesn't speak, but he looks nervous. "You have nothing to worry about. We're actually very grateful you wish to donate." Fortunately, Redheart knows just how to break the ice. "Could you take your pants off for me?" "W-What do you mean?" His face turns even redder than before. "I'm sorry. I'm only trying to help you donate." She goes over to the other side of the room and brings over a rolling stool to sit on. She then shift her hair off her shoulders, readying for something. "Are you having second thoughts, Mr. Mac?" "Er... No. I've just never done this before." "It's alright, Mr. Mac. I'm a professional at this. You have nothing to worry about. Please trust me in that." He hesitated before speaking again, "A-Alright." "Good. Now take your pants off so I may help. I see many of these a day. There is no need to he shy. I do not judge." "Okay..." He stood up and unlatched his belt infront of Nurse Redheart as she kept her eyes on his crotch. Once he unlatched the belt, he unbuttoned and unzipped before sliding them down his thighs, hitting Redheart with a masculine aroma and the sight of a very large bulge in his dark grey boxer briefs. She did her best to regain composure after being hit with a haze of pheromones, "If you could please remove your underwear." "Yup," he spoke a bit awkwardly as he tugged them down, revealing his nine inch, devilishly red, and meaty schlong to her. A pair of massive red balls hung low underneath, the sack seeming to sag under just the heft of those gift-giving orbs. Redheart was already starting to lose it, taking in a long breath to compose herself once more before continuing. "Okay, Mr. Mac. Allow me to proceed on extraction. If you feel any discomfort, let me know." The FarmhandRedheart looked back up at Big Mac, "To properly extract your donation, I will favor you with oral stimulation. Please keep in mind this is purely professional, but do not let that discourage you." "Okay," Big Mac was still nervous, but his penis was already twitching at the situation. With enough said, Redheart fixed her eyes back on the prize to be earned, the cum waiting to release through his massive balls and cock. She leaned forward into the flaccid shaft and pecked some kisses across it's fleshy red exterior, feeling it throb with each pulse from Big Mac's heart. It was starting to pick up as his cock began to already stiffen slowly. She pulled her lips away and spoke, "I almost forgot," standing up and heading to a desk in the room to fetch some surgical gloves and put them over her hands. She returned between his legs and wrapped her hands around his soft, hardening shaft and began stroking across its majesty. "Does this please you, Mr. Mac?" "Eeyup," he half spoke and half groaned under the pleasure she was giving him. "Good." Once his cock was throbbing hard at attention, she took the next step and placed her tongue over his loose foreskin, lapping the tip teasingly and being rewarded with a shuddering moan out of her patient. "You did your best to clean, Mr. Mac. I can tell, but you can't be blamed for having a unique musk, can you?" She took one of her hands off his shaft and groped his balls, rolling them between her fingers as she wrapped her lips around his tip, rolling her tongue in and out of the loose skin. Big Mac's groans and moans could've been heard throughout the hospital if Redheart hadn't soundproofed room 4, the room she was designated to practice these techniques in. She popped his cock back out of her mouth. "If you wish to, Mr. Mac, you may place your hands on my head and take over." He did as such as Redheart held back a naughty smile, enjoying it as she reopened her mouth and was pushed down his mass of stallionhood until she was balls deep down his shaft. She had a helluva gag control. As she gulped down his cock, he began using her mouth as his personal fuck toy, tugging and pushing his length up and down her throat's own length. Each time, pre began oozing down her throat and into her stomach. He began picking up the pace until she patted his thigh, signaling him to pull her off. With pre drooling off her lips, she spoke, "Mr. Mac, let me prepare the bottle for collection." She stood up and grabbed it quickly before sitting back on her knees, "Now allow me to finish you off." He was panting hard as she held the bottle in one hand and his shaft in the other, milking his meat with long, luxurious strokes across his massive member. She enjoyed hearing his breathes slowly evolve into moans until gasping as cum began spurting out and into the bottle. Once the bottle was full, Redheart placed her mouth on his tip, happily drinking her share of his cum. After he finished spurting cum in her mouth, she gave a hardy gulp and licked her lips before speaking through gooey, white teeth, "Thank you for you donation, Mr. Mac. I hope you come again." The Analytical Vice PrincipleAnother day, another bunch of donors. At least, that’s what Redheart told herself when she made her way back into work. She took a moment to sit down at her desk and neaten up some misaligned papers as she sipped a cup of expresso. Not too long after, one of her co-workers came over. “You alright?” they asked. She was a mint green pony, but with a brown mane. “You look a little tired.” She gave a smirk under lidded, baggy eyes before responding, “I’m alright. I got some coffee to help. Tea isn’t going to cut it today, let me tell you.” She chuckled, but truth be told the farmhand from last night had kept her up all night, rutting her senseless and she couldn’t get enough. He didn’t stay for breakfast, though, and she didn’t know why she was disappointed about that. Even so, she remained focused on reminding herself it’s just a perk of her job. “Whatever you say, Nurse Redheart.” The mint mare promptly took her seat beside her and they went quiet for sometime, the sound of ruffling papers and people on calls filling up the room before the mare spoke again, “We have another donor coming in soon, but he sounded a bit nervous on the phone. If you want, I can put someone else on the job.” “I’m alright. I can take it. Trust me, this coffee will do the trick for me just yet.” The mare gave in. “Alright, then.” “Who will it be?” She flipped through the papers before finding the patient’s document. “The name is ‘Suburst’.” “The guy that works at the School of Frienship?” Redheart’s own heart fluttered at the thought of the orange and spectacled unicorn. If anyone could ease his nerves during the process, it was Redheart. “Yep. That’s the one.” “No problem. I can handle this.”
Prologue"How do you do it, Redheart?" Another nurse asked with a smile. The two were sitting in the staff lounge, eating their sandwiches. Redheart looked confused, still chewing a bite of her own sandwich before gulping, crumbs adorably freckling her lips, "Do what?" "Every nurse here who accepts sperm donations never receives them as fast as you do." She took a sip of her water before continuing, "We're all in charge of leaving the stallions to 'work their magic' to a naughty magazine, but when you accept those same stallions they finish so much faster." Redheart giggled a bit nervously, "I don't know. Maybe they like seeing me before they 'start?'" "Are you implying us other nurses don't look as appealing?" She threw her hands up, frantically dismissing the concern, "No! Not at all! I'm sure you have stallions at home who can't stand being away from you. Eh heh." The other nurse raised a brow in suspicion, "Hmm. Well, whatever it is, I guess it's no harm as long as we're collecting as many samples as possible. Celestia knows how many mares want to have foals, but can't find a single stallion on the market for them." Redheart did her best to eat her sandwich calmly, "Yeah. You're right." "Anyway, my lunch break is over." She stood up, threw her trash away, and stopped on her way out the door to look back, "Redheart?" "Hm? Yes?" "A lot of the patients love what to do and every nurse in training wants to be you someday. You tend to sell yourself short. Try to not be so hard on yourself." Redheart sighed in relief of the assurance, "I know. Thanks." "No problem." Sooner than later, Redheart's lunch is over as she stepped out into the hall, eventually making her way past the front desk where she overheard a royal messenger pony speaking to doctors and nurses, "Celestia has issued a demand on all of stallion kind to begin donating as many sperm samples as safely possible." "Has she gone mad?" A doctor exclaims, "We don't have enough hands on deck for this kind of task!" The messenger answers, "There is a potential war on the horizon and Celestia fears there could be several casualties. There are already countless mares volunteering to carry foals to follow after this demand." "This is madness!" Another doctor chimes, "We need more ponies here just to handle this!" "With all due respect, Doctor, but we can handle this." Redheart steps in, a determined stare in her eyes. "Our numbers may be few, but I think I can rally a lot more nurses in training for this task as well. After all, it's only accepting sperm donations. These nurses in training would be more than already valid to simply give a bottle and a magazine to a stallion just to receive the sample back afterwards." The doctors and nurses nod. "Good, then let's get this-," she pumps a fist in the air, "underway!"
The First PatientIt was a new day in Equestria, Nurse Redheart was sipping her morning coffee as she stood beside one of her colleagues' desks. She gave a wide and long yawn before speaking, "Anyone on the list yet?" "You mean for sperm donations?" She took another sip, "Yes." "Not yet. Why so eager?" The other nurse giggled. "Eager?" Her voice caught as her cheeks flushed with red, "No. I'm just trying to do my job." "I'm just teasing, Redheart. I'll let you know if anypony comes in for that." "Thank you." Redheart sat at her desk for a bit. She was beginning to enjoy the quiet, but then a big, red stallion came inside. A particularly quiet stallion who worked as a farmhand. Redheart could see him from here. "Hello, sir," the nurse at the front desk greeted, "What brings you in, today?" "Uh," the burly farm stallion tried to work up the words, "I came to donate." The nurse looked at him wonderingly, "Donate? Donate what?" "It's for the demand from Celestia." "Ohhh... Alright, then. If you could fill out this paperwork, be sure to list what genes and illnesses are prominent in your family, then we'll be all set. I'll get a nurse ready for you." The quiet stallion simply took the notepad and pencil back to the waiting area. The nurse made her way back to Redheart, "We have a stallion wanting to donate. Quite a hunk, if you ask me." She chuckled to herself. Redheart rolled her eyes, "Keep it professional." "What? I'm just saying, I wouldn't mind getting sperm donated from him for me." "Is that all?" Redheart spoke impatiently. The nurse sighed, "Yes. Sorry, Nurse Redheart." "You're fine, but please be considerate of others. Show self discipline." The nurse Redheart was speaking to was still a trainee, so she had to set an example for her. "Yeah. I will." She responded as if she had just gotten lectured by her father. She stepped back to her desk and waited until the stallion gave her back the notes. "All done?" "Eeyup." "Alright," she reads the name listed, "Big Mac, Nurse Redheart will be helping you along with the process. Head to room 4 and wait for her." "Mhm," he nods and walks into the room. Eventually, Nurse Redheart comes in, seeing Big Mac sitting awkwardly on the bed. "Good morning, Mr. Mac. What's the matter?" He doesn't speak, but he looks nervous. "You have nothing to worry about. We're actually very grateful you wish to donate." Fortunately, Redheart knows just how to break the ice. "Could you take your pants off for me?" "W-What do you mean?" His face turns even redder than before. "I'm sorry. I'm only trying to help you donate." She goes over to the other side of the room and brings over a rolling stool to sit on. She then shift her hair off her shoulders, readying for something. "Are you having second thoughts, Mr. Mac?" "Er... No. I've just never done this before." "It's alright, Mr. Mac. I'm a professional at this. You have nothing to worry about. Please trust me in that." He hesitated before speaking again, "A-Alright." "Good. Now take your pants off so I may help. I see many of these a day. There is no need to he shy. I do not judge." "Okay..." He stood up and unlatched his belt infront of Nurse Redheart as she kept her eyes on his crotch. Once he unlatched the belt, he unbuttoned and unzipped before sliding them down his thighs, hitting Redheart with a masculine aroma and the sight of a very large bulge in his dark grey boxer briefs. She did her best to regain composure after being hit with a haze of pheromones, "If you could please remove your underwear." "Yup," he spoke a bit awkwardly as he tugged them down, revealing his nine inch, devilishly red, and meaty schlong to her. A pair of massive red balls hung low underneath, the sack seeming to sag under just the heft of those gift-giving orbs. Redheart was already starting to lose it, taking in a long breath to compose herself once more before continuing. "Okay, Mr. Mac. Allow me to proceed on extraction. If you feel any discomfort, let me know."
The FarmhandRedheart looked back up at Big Mac, "To properly extract your donation, I will favor you with oral stimulation. Please keep in mind this is purely professional, but do not let that discourage you." "Okay," Big Mac was still nervous, but his penis was already twitching at the situation. With enough said, Redheart fixed her eyes back on the prize to be earned, the cum waiting to release through his massive balls and cock. She leaned forward into the flaccid shaft and pecked some kisses across it's fleshy red exterior, feeling it throb with each pulse from Big Mac's heart. It was starting to pick up as his cock began to already stiffen slowly. She pulled her lips away and spoke, "I almost forgot," standing up and heading to a desk in the room to fetch some surgical gloves and put them over her hands. She returned between his legs and wrapped her hands around his soft, hardening shaft and began stroking across its majesty. "Does this please you, Mr. Mac?" "Eeyup," he half spoke and half groaned under the pleasure she was giving him. "Good." Once his cock was throbbing hard at attention, she took the next step and placed her tongue over his loose foreskin, lapping the tip teasingly and being rewarded with a shuddering moan out of her patient. "You did your best to clean, Mr. Mac. I can tell, but you can't be blamed for having a unique musk, can you?" She took one of her hands off his shaft and groped his balls, rolling them between her fingers as she wrapped her lips around his tip, rolling her tongue in and out of the loose skin. Big Mac's groans and moans could've been heard throughout the hospital if Redheart hadn't soundproofed room 4, the room she was designated to practice these techniques in. She popped his cock back out of her mouth. "If you wish to, Mr. Mac, you may place your hands on my head and take over." He did as such as Redheart held back a naughty smile, enjoying it as she reopened her mouth and was pushed down his mass of stallionhood until she was balls deep down his shaft. She had a helluva gag control. As she gulped down his cock, he began using her mouth as his personal fuck toy, tugging and pushing his length up and down her throat's own length. Each time, pre began oozing down her throat and into her stomach. He began picking up the pace until she patted his thigh, signaling him to pull her off. With pre drooling off her lips, she spoke, "Mr. Mac, let me prepare the bottle for collection." She stood up and grabbed it quickly before sitting back on her knees, "Now allow me to finish you off." He was panting hard as she held the bottle in one hand and his shaft in the other, milking his meat with long, luxurious strokes across his massive member. She enjoyed hearing his breathes slowly evolve into moans until gasping as cum began spurting out and into the bottle. Once the bottle was full, Redheart placed her mouth on his tip, happily drinking her share of his cum. After he finished spurting cum in her mouth, she gave a hardy gulp and licked her lips before speaking through gooey, white teeth, "Thank you for you donation, Mr. Mac. I hope you come again."
The Analytical Vice PrincipleAnother day, another bunch of donors. At least, that’s what Redheart told herself when she made her way back into work. She took a moment to sit down at her desk and neaten up some misaligned papers as she sipped a cup of expresso. Not too long after, one of her co-workers came over. “You alright?” they asked. She was a mint green pony, but with a brown mane. “You look a little tired.” She gave a smirk under lidded, baggy eyes before responding, “I’m alright. I got some coffee to help. Tea isn’t going to cut it today, let me tell you.” She chuckled, but truth be told the farmhand from last night had kept her up all night, rutting her senseless and she couldn’t get enough. He didn’t stay for breakfast, though, and she didn’t know why she was disappointed about that. Even so, she remained focused on reminding herself it’s just a perk of her job. “Whatever you say, Nurse Redheart.” The mint mare promptly took her seat beside her and they went quiet for sometime, the sound of ruffling papers and people on calls filling up the room before the mare spoke again, “We have another donor coming in soon, but he sounded a bit nervous on the phone. If you want, I can put someone else on the job.” “I’m alright. I can take it. Trust me, this coffee will do the trick for me just yet.” The mare gave in. “Alright, then.” “Who will it be?” She flipped through the papers before finding the patient’s document. “The name is ‘Suburst’.” “The guy that works at the School of Frienship?” Redheart’s own heart fluttered at the thought of the orange and spectacled unicorn. If anyone could ease his nerves during the process, it was Redheart. “Yep. That’s the one.” “No problem. I can handle this.”
