Nurse Redheart's Donation Collection

It 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."