Chapter 1: Fireable Offense (Flash Sentry and Nurse Redheart, EqG)
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Chapter 1: Fireable Offense (Flash Sentry and Nurse Redheart, EqG)
Flash Sentry walked up behind Derpy while she traded books between her locker and backpack. "Hey, babe," Flash said, putting his left hand on her butt. She startled, then recognized Flash's voice and turned around. They shared a quick kiss.
"What's up? We're gonna be late," Derpy said.
"Tell Mr. Doodle I'm going to the nurse's office," Flash said. "I'm really sore."
Derpy giggled and sashayed her butt, rubbing the spandex of her bike shorts against his palm. "You got it."
Flash walked down the hall towards the front of the school and hung a left into the nurse's office.
Nurse Redheart sat leaned back in a chair, sneakers up on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the ankles, reading the New England Journal of Medicine. A ballpoint pen was behind her left ear.
"Ah, Mr. Flash. Hopefully you're not here for any more run-ins with Miss Dash's geode?"
"No, not this time, no concussion."
"Miss Wallflower's pharmacopeia?"
Flash shook his head. "I learned my lesson: drugs are bad."
"Miss Fluttershy's kennel?"
"Ha ha ha, no, no ma'am," he said with a fake laugh. "I think I hurt myself during weight training earlier. Pecs and lats are really sore."
Redheart's desk phone rang. "Nurse's Office, Redheart speaking," she answered. "...Yes, Mr. Sentry is here... Of course, I'll send him back to class with a note when we're done. Bye-bye."
"Mr. Doodle?" Flash asked.
"Yes. He said you'll have to make up a pop quiz." She moved the ballpoint from behind her ear to the journal to mark her page, dropped it on her desk, and stood, gesturing him to the exam table. Flash hopped up and sat on it.
"Raise your arms over your head," Redheart said.
Flash got his arms about shoulder high before gasping, grimacing, and lowering them again.
"Hmmm," Redheart said, reaching over and feeling along his ribcage, massaging the sore muscles. "Latissimus dorsi muscles and pectorals. Sadly there's not much I can do other than to recommend rest and fluids. I would give you an ice pack except I just gave Miss Dash my last two."
As she leaned forward to palpate his muscles, his eyes shot down to the deep v-neck of her scrub shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he got a good look at her small breasts and large, dark nipples.
He looked away, towards the ceiling. "The bottle of Advil I keep in my bag is empty," Flash said, a sudden crack in his voice. "Can you just give me some Advil?"
Redheart stood back up straight and laughed. "Nope! Thanks to Diamond Tiara's mom, giving a student over-the-counter medicine is a fireable offense."
"What... what did you give Diamond?"
Redheart rolled her eyes. "Activated charcoal."
"What? Why?"
"I think it was a massive dose of phenobarbital."
"Phenobarbital?" Flash's eyes widened. "Who poisoned her...?"
"The police never figured it out. For what it's worth, it was a bag lunch from home, not a hot lunch from the cafeteria, and the only person who seemed upset that I saved her life was Spoiled Rich." Redheart shrugged.
Flash blinked, suddenly feeling bad about the time he'd helped the Crusaders pick the lock to Diamond Tiara's locker and fill it with a beehive, rotten eggs, and a fish that had seen better months.
He then rotated his arms, trying to clear the soreness. "Is there anything you can do?"
"There's one treatment option at my disposal," Redheart said. She stared at him, face blank, for several seconds.
"Ma'am?"
"Endorphins."
Flash cocked his head. "What?"
She lifted up the bottom of her scrub shirt, revealing an inch of midriff and her belly button.
Then his train of thought jumped the tracks and smashed into a metaphorical kindergarten as she slipped her thumbs into her elastic waistband and dropped her scrub trousers, revealing an absolute lack of panties and an even more absolute lack of pubic hair on a perfectly smooth vulva. The skin on her mons was the same blinding white as the rest of her, and dark labia peeked out from her slit.
Flash said, "Grrrlrp?"
She kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of the loose scrub pants pooled around her ankles, then peeled the scrub top off over her head and dropped it.
Flash said, "Grrrlrp!"
Redheart stood there, fists on her hips, wearing nothing but purple athletic socks and her nurse's cap. "Endorphins," she said. "You want an endorphin dump, or back to class right now?"
Flash's eyes widened at the hard six-pack of abs she boasted. "Hello, nurse," he whispered. Flash glanced to Redheart's desk, where there was a framed photograph of her with three elementary-age children, all four of them dressed in Hogwarts robes and the children carrying trick-or-treat bags. How did a forty-something mom have such flat abs? Her arms and legs were leanly muscled and her boobs tiny but firm.
Balls to Brain, Flash heard in the back of his head, She's like a MILFy version of Rainbow Dash.
Brain to Balls: roger. Brain to cock: stand ready. Before his brain could stop his mouth, he asked, "How are you so fit?"
She pointed at a gym bag under her desk. It was camouflage colored and stamped ARMY NATIONAL GUARD in black letters.
His mouth again out-ran his brain. "Are you going to hurt me?"
"Only if you decline my unethical sexual advances."
"Endorphins sound great," Flash said.
"Excellent." Redheart grinned broadly.
He thought about the sexual health class Redheart had taught when Flash was a freshman. "I… don't have a condom."
"I recommend—speaking as a medical professional, you understand—I recommend promiscuous, unprotected sex with me. Professionally speaking."
"Oh... oh!"
Flash stared at her chest. Although her breasts were tiny, the nipples were huge and dark pink, almost merlot, against her white skin.
He leaned forward and licked her left nipple, then pulled it into his mouth, sucking it and letting his teeth brush around the edge of her areola. He grabbed her buttcheeks.
"Mmmmm!" she said, goosebumps erupting across her ass.
His hands slid down the back of her thighs to her hamstrings, the gooseflesh even more pronounced. "Your skin's smooth," Flash mumbled around his mouthful of nipple.
"I got my legs waxed and a fresh brazilian on Sunday. You have good timing."
With a slurp, he moved to her right nipple, leaving her left nipple erect and glistening with his saliva in the hard fluorescent lighting. Redheart's hands moved to his lap, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning the top of his jeans.
Flash's head spun, getting dizzy. He did notice that the pain in his lats and pecs was waning noticeably. More endorphins, stat!
Her right nipple throbbed against his lips, instantly erect. The muscles in her thighs flexed against his hands. Redheart unzipped his jeans and dug into his fly, pulling his half-erect cock out of the front of his boxer shorts.
Flash sighed against her nipple as her hands dug deeper into his boxers, finding his balls and massaging them. She rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers, gently pressing them up against his body alternately with tugging gently on them. His cock throbbed, frustrated, getting fully hard as she ignored it to focus on his balls.
He slid his hands around her legs and between her thighs to brush her labia. She was already wet, the juices soaking her flesh almost scalding against his hands. He rubbed his left forefinger gently against her clit, which was firm and large. It pulsed back against the pressure of his touch and Redheart gasped, squeezing suddenly on his balls.
In surprise at the pressure on his jewels, he leaned backwards, breaking contact with her nipple. Her chest was wet with his slobber and he grinned up at her, embarrassed.
She leaned down and kissed him, a quick brush of her lips across his, and she tasted good, perhaps a hint of strawberry lip balm.
Leaning forward, Flash tried to French kiss her, but she squirmed away and bent down to pull his cock into her mouth. Her hands moved from his balls to his chest, pushing him backwards to lie flat on the exam table, his legs hanging off the end of the table, bent at the knees.
His eyes closed and his spine arched as warm lips and probing tongue explored his cock.
She lifted up and squinted at his cock. "You taste like muffins."
"I-I-I-I-" he said.
"You didn't hurt yourself lifting weights, did you?"
"Derpy and I just don't know what went wrong!"
She shrugged. "I tested her last week. Other than a high blood serum muffin level, she's healthy."
Redheart's head bobbed down again, taking Flash's cock in with a single smooth motion. Her bright sapphire eyes met his as she swallowed his tip, deep-throating him, massaging him with the back of her throat.
"You-you don't mind that I've got—got fresh Derpy on my cock?" (At least, Flash reflected, at his age getting a second erection was no problem.)
She pulled back until her lips caught around the ridge of his glans, her tongue playing with the slit at his tip. He shook and shuddered as his cock hardened even more.
With a loud slurp, she pulled up and back, leaving his cock wet and forlorn, pointed up at the ceiling. She then yanked his jeans and boxers down to his knees and leaped up onto the exam table. She kneeled above him, her pussy just above his cock. She looked hungrily down at him, her left index and middle fingers sneaking into her vagina as her right hand brushed her own nipples.
Once her left fingers were well-slathered in pussy juice, she withdrew them from herself and wiped them against Flash's lips. His eyes widened at her taste and he used his tongue to pull her fingers into his mouth, sucking her flavors off. Sweet and sharp, almost floral. He moaned softly and clenched his buttcheeks, lifting his hips toward her pussy.
With both hands, she grabbed his cock and held it vertical as she lowered herself. Her pussy brushed his tip and she took in his first half-inch or so, her warmth almost scalding compared to the cool air of the nurse’s office. She reached back and grabbed his ballsack and gave a gentle squeeze as she lowered herself the rest of the way, the warmth of her pussy sliding down his shaft to take him fully in.
"Nice," Flash said as her wetness enfolded him. Pussy always felt great, especially without a condom, and there was nothing inherently different about hers, even though his brain said that being a mother of three, it should have felt different. Her belly was smooth, no c-section scar, so clearly the three children in the photograph had come out the hard way.
She was warm, wet, and soft, her weight across his hips, her firm buttcheeks pressed against his balls, which throbbed in response.
"Feeling any better?" Redheart purred, massaging his pecs through his shirt.
Flash nodded and grinned. "This does relieve pain!"
Redheart lifted her hips and her wetness slid up his shaft, sending shivers up and down his body. He looked down and his cock was already soaking, slathered in Redheart's pussy juices. She planted one hand on his sternum, leaning forward, and used her other hand to rub her own clit. Biting her lip and scrunching her eyes, Redheart gasped as her fingers pleasured herself, and she slammed her hips down, making a wet slap as she bottomed out across him again.
Unsure what to do, but wanting to participate, Flash reached up and grabbed her tits as she started to piston her butt up-and-down on his cock, rubbing herself and fucking fast. Flash squirmed against the exam table as her wet, hot pussy slid up and down his cock. She glazed his cock and dripped fluids down over his balls.
She wasn't as tight as Depry or Rainbow Dash or Sunset, he admitted, but she seemed to be clenching her pussy on him as she stroked upwards, dragging herself along the ridge of his glans, and that was driving him crazy, quickly building up pressure in his own balls. He squeezed her tits harder and Redheart said "Fuck!" and her pussy splurted thick, hot, sticky juices across his belly. Her body shook under his hands and her pussy clenched tight around his cock and she lowered herself.
"Whoo!" she said. "That was a good one!"
Her fingers traced a figure-eight in the smear of her squirt on his lower abdomen. She then put her fingers in her mouth, sucking loudly.
"You make me taste good," Redheart said before lifting herself off him. Flash made a whiny sound in the back of his throat as her pussy broke contact with his cock, but then Redheart leaped backwards off the exam table to stand between his legs. She pulled his balls into her mouth and his whine turned into a moan of pleasure. She nibbled his balls and then licked up-and-down his cock, getting her own juices off and smacking her lips loudly. "You make me taste very good."
"Uh-uh-uh... I'm still a little sore. I need more endorphins."
She grinned and grabbed tight around his ballsack and pulled. He gasped in sudden pain and shimmied off the exam table as she led him around by his balls like a leash.
"I'm not going to leave you hanging. Come over to the counter."
"What?"
She used her other hand to jerk him off a few times, smearing her slickness around his glans and nursing his erection. "This is an over the counter remedy."
She dragged him across the nurse’s office and leaned herself across her work counter, elbows close to her ribs, feet spread wide, and looked over her shoulder.
Flash stared at her, his own hand going unconsciously to massage his own erection and keep himself hard. Her pussy juices were slippery and he lifted his now-wet hand to his face and sniffed, enjoying her scent.
"You… cumming?" she asked.
With a nod, Flash waddled the last two steps, his jeans and boxers falling to his ankles. He grabbed Redheart’s slim hips and positioned himself, his cock brushing just against her labia, and prepared to slide himself in.
"No," she said, her grin widening.
"Unf?"
She reached to open a drawer under the counter and pulled out a huge, half-empty tube of lube.
Flash stared at the tube, blinking, his brain in a continual reboot cycle.
Redheart leaned more forward until her chest was flat on the counter and reached back, grabbing her own ass and spreading her buttcheeks wide.
Her anus—bright pink, about the same color as her hair and alluringly puckered—throbbed at him.
"Oh," Flash said. He picked up the tube of lube and… stopped.
"First time?" Redheart asked.
"In the butt? Yeah."
She chuckled. "Awesome. Squeeze a big glob onto your hands and cup it for a fifteen seconds to warm it up."
He did so.
"Now," Redheart continued, "smear it up and down your cock, just slather it everywhere."
Flash thought once again about the sexual health class Redheart had taught, and about how she warned anal sex was particularly dangerous without a condom.
Then he smeared the lube up and down his cock, just slathering it everywhere. It was still a little cold, but nothing his throbbing boner couldn’t warm up easily enough.
He held his hands, now glistening with jelly-like lube, away from his body.
"Now wipe the rest of the lube between my buttcheeks and around my hole."
He smeared the lube off his hands, along the cleft of her buttocks. He noticed that her Brazilian wax had gotten back there, too: not a single hair to be seen. Her muscles clenched when the cold gel touched her skin and Flash squeezed her buttcheeks, enjoying the muscularity. Redheart giggled.
"Okay," she said. "Don’t be shy."
Flash took a deep breath and looked at her ass. The wrinkly pink pucker clenched in time with her buttcheeks and he rubbed it, getting the last of the lube onto the muscular ring, and he felt the pressure as it pressed back against his fingers.
"Slow and easy," Redheart said.
Flash nodded and inched a step forward, until his feet were in between hers. His hips leaned back slightly and he grabbed her by the ribs, just under the armpits, smearing more of the lube across her sides.
His tip brushed her anus, and with a deep breath, he pulled himself forward, squeezing hard around her ribs. His cock bent slightly as the pressure built against her anus and Redheart mumbled "Fuck!" and then her anus relaxed slightly, letting his tip slide gently in.
Holding still for a moment, Flash panted, just the first half of his glans inside Redheart. She then clenched her butt, squeezing on his tip, and then her ass relaxed, opening wider, and pulled the rest of his tip in. He gasped as his well-lubed member slid through the tightness. The muscular sphincter squeezed him hard and shocks of pleasure ran through his body.
He watched himself disappear into her ass, feeling the clench of her anus which was far tighter any of the girls he’d ever fucked, tighter than Dash, tighter than Sunset or Wallflower, even tighter than when he’d taken Derpy’s virginity, yet the slick lube made the motion smooth and wonderful. The inside of her ass was even warmer than her pussy had been, quickly driving away the chill leftover from the tube.
"Nice," she said. "Hold still for a second, while I adjust…"
He moved his hands from her ribs to her buttcheeks, spreading them wider, so he could get a better view. Her previously-puckered and wrinkled anus was now a smooth, pink ring around his own diameter, and glistened with the lube, and just seeing that, something he’d only previously known through porn, around his own cock, made his balls ache and he feared he would pop his load just that fast.
"Okay," Redheart said. "Okay. Slowly, very slowly, balls-deep."
He swallowed, his entire body shaky with excitement, his stomach queasy, and pressed his hips forward while spreading her cheeks even wider. He slid in, the lube making the penetration easy, but the tightness of her ass against his erection was an unreal feeling.
"This—" Flash swallowed. "This is too good. I’m gonna cum right away."
She reached down to rub her clit with both hands and began to clamp her ass around his cock in time with her rubbing. She gasped, short, sharp inhalations, the muscles of her back tight and defined under her smooth skin, as she bore down on her clit and the pressure and squeezing around his shaft and tip as her expert ass massaged him made Flash close his eyes and hold his breath, clenching his belly muscles and curling his toes as he tried not to—
"Yes!" Redheart said, squirting again, a hot wad of her pussy juice splattering him mid-thigh, and her final clench as her insides massaged his tip set him off. He leaned forward, driving himself a little deeper and desperately pressing forward as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed and he unloaded himself deep inside her ass. No condom! his brain shouted. We're cumming bareback in her ASS!
"Whoa!" he said, and slapped her so hard across the right buttock she shouted and he left a red handprint. "Oh, sorry."
She relaxed against the counter, panting. "Nah, I like it when guys get into it. Whoo! I knew nobody your age would last long, so I rubbed myself off just in time. That was good. Pull out while you’re still hard."
He was rapidly getting soft, but pulled out. His cock flopped, glazed in cum and lube and… oh. Yeah. That.
Cum dribbled from her anus, dripping down her buttcheeks and onto the floor. She didn't dribble much, most of his load apparently deep, deep inside her. Flash grinned and congratulated himself silently.
She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pack of baby wipes. She started by wiping the lube off her ribs and buttcheeks, where Flash had grabbed her. Then she wiped from her clit, between her labia, and back across her anus and along her buttcrack, cleaning off pussy juices, lube, cum, and everything else.
She dropped the baby wipes in the biohazard bin and offered the wipe container to Flash. He gasped at how cold they were, but quickly wiped himself clean, too. As he wiped, Redheart opened a drawer labeled Feminine Hygeine and grabbed a shrink-wrapped pair of spare panties and a panty liner, which she slipped on before re-dressing in her scrubs and sneakers.
Flash just watched her, enjoying the lithe, efficient motion of the lean older woman.
After finishing wiping himself, he pulled his pants back up. "My soreness is gone," he said. "Good prescription, Ma'am."
She sat back down at her desk and scribbled a note. After a glance at the clock, she wrote the time and signed the note. "I post-dated it for three minutes from now. Go to the bathroom and pee to get my bacteria out of your urethra."
He stared at her.
"Medical advice," she said, returning to reading her journal. "Shoo, shoo."
Flash gave the nurse's note to Mr. Doodle and then slid into his usual seat. Mr. Doodle turned around and returned to explaining the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus.
After a minute, Rainbow Dash gave a tiny cough and offered a note to him, clenched in her fist. Flash checked that Mr. Doodle was looking away and grabbed the note.
You smell like Redheart's endorphin treatment.
Flash looked at Rainbow and gave a tiny smile.
She scribbled another note and passed it to him: Did Redheart use the big stap-on, or the BIG strap-on?
Flash looked at her, confused, and then noticed Rainbow Dash was sitting on the two icepacks Redheart had mentioned.
The End
Author's Note
If I write the next chapter, it'll probably be pony!Redheart and Gallus at the Friendship School nurse's office. Sandbar will probably be there to watch and give helpful advice, IDK?
