Chapter 1- Amnesia, what’s that?

Pain.

I think that's what that feeling is called. I can't see, could I see? Wait, sound. That is definitely called sound. I think. The expressionless pony thinks as he lies in a grassy field, unaware of his surroundings for the most part. His cerulean coat mellowly stood out from the knoll, drawing the attention of a passerby.

An aquamarine unicorn, walking to her home by the Everfree Forest, notices an earth pony in the field, accompanied by a battered book. She walks to him, intrigued as to why somepony would take a nap in a field, so close to the Everfree Forest. As she approaches, the wary unicorn notices something red streaming from his head.

“Oh Celestia, I think that's blood! Is he dead? Agh, what do I do?” The panicked unicorn looked around and saw no pony else. “Do I leave him here? If he's dead, I can't be held responsible for murder, what would that do to my reputation?”

Before her worried monologue could continue, the blue stallion coughed trying to stand, only for his hooves to collapse under their own weight. “Oh, he's still alive. That's good.” The relieved unicorn beamed, only to realize he still had blood flowing from his head. “Oh right, fuck, ok. I can do this. I just have to call somepony at the hospital to come and get him.” She concludes, and rushes off to the Ponyville hospital to report the problem, leaving the bleeding stallion in a haze.

Was I hearing somepony? The blue stallion, slowly regaining some semblance of muscle control, forced one of his eyes open. For a moment he saw nothing but the blue sky, white clouds giving it the look of tattered cloth. The stallion grew more tired as his blood flowed into his eyes, burning, but hardly noticed as a moving white and green blob caught his attention. As it approached, the blob became more defined; splitting into two forms, the stallion growing sleepier by the moment. The hazed stallion slipped into sleep, noticing a cute white mare before his eyes met darkness.

White, very bright white. I don't hurt anymore, either, so that's an improvement. My thoughts are a little clearer. Lazily, he opens his eyes to the sterile room of a hospital. Beeps from the equipment saturate the room with sound; the soft, natural sound of hooves shuffling contrasting the mechanical beeps.

“So you're finally awake, Mr.Graymane? You were out for almost five hours, it's eight o-clock now.” A soft, caring voice called from the doorway. The snow white nurse-mare trotted towards the unknowing pony, setting a leather-bound book on the bedside. “I know you might be a little disoriented, you took quite the injury to your head. The gray matter of your brain sustained blunt trauma, so you might have trouble remembering some things more than others.” The mare continued on, unaware that her patient was not even paying attention.

“Who am I? I know you called me Mr.Graymane, but I don't know who that is.” The injured stallion said with a melancholic look.

“Oh, I'm sorry. You were found with this journal, it didn't have your name on it, and a lot of the writing is obscured by your ah, blood.” She replied sheepishly, nudging the tattered book towards him. “I would suggest you read this, it might answer some questions you have. I'll be outside the door if you need me.” Getting up to leave, Graymane wondered about the name she gave him, and spoke almost reflexively.

“Wait, uh, nurse?” He called out realizing he did not even know his caretaker's name.

“Redheart, please, call me Redheart.” She said, turning around with a tender smile on her face.

“Uh, Redheart, you said you couldn't find my name; so why did you call me Graymane?”

“I think this mirror might help.” Reaching for the reflective glass on the bedside table. Holding it up for the stallion to see, he noticed his hair immediately; A light orange with gray streaks of stress coming from the roots, contrasting his cerulean coat greatly. Staring for a moment he realized something else; he was handsome. Granted all he had to base this on was himself, but that didn't stop him from thinking so.

“It might come as a shock, but you’re not that old. Judging by how well your body is toned, I would guess you're only in your mid twenties.” She said while looking away from the bed, a blush spreading on her face.

Looking down to see what she was turning away from, he saw that he was erect and exposed, crowning at the same length as his forehoof. “It's okay, the blood pressure medication has been known to , ah, promote performance in males.” She said, trying in vain to keep from blushing harder. “I'll let you get some sleep and comeback later in the morning.” Turning around to leave, unknowingly giving her patient a quick glance at her taut buttocks and shapely dock as her tail swayed to the side.

With the click of the bolt, Graymane was left alone with his “youth” still standing strong. Reaching a hoof down, the stallion prodded the head in wonder, earning a small jolt of surprising pleasure. “Ah! What was that? It felt amazing.” Talking to no one in particular, the curious stallion continued his adventure in biology. Moving his right hoof lower down, he pressed it against the base of his shaft and moved up, earning more pleasure and eliciting a moan. Moving his hoof back down the throbbing shaft, an idea came to mind. If one hoof feels that good, then I bet two feel even better. The aroused stallion thought in a fever of newly discovered pleasure. Moving his left hoof down to the opposite side of his right, he began to stroke his pulsing shaft with gaining speed.

“Neighahah! Ouch!” Graymane cried in pain, his hooves had slipped and pinched his pulsing member, startling the enthralled pony from his enjoyment and causing him to knock the bed into the adjourning table. A sound caught Graymane's attention, turning his head to see what it was, he saw a glass jar filled with translucent blue jelly labeled “Magic Encephalogram Gelatin.” Reaching over, he opened the jar, noticing the paste was incredibly viscous and wet looking. “I don't know what the label means, but it looks slick-y so it's worth a try.”

Resolving to not care, the horny stallion scooped a plentiful glob of goo from the jar and slathered the gel along his length, the cold sending an odd feeling up his spine. Rubbing the colloid around, he soon felt pleasure again and began to pick up his pace. Clopping his hooves together, the enthusiastic pony rubbed them together to spread the lubricant, spurring a new idea in his head. Joining his hooves on either side of his shaft, Graymane began to stroke up and down, pumping his hips into his own hooves, increased pleasure consuming his thoughts. Looking down at his work, Graymane was met with the sight of a black marbled, blue cock, gleaming with translucent slick; sliding between his own two hooves and pulsing at each thrust.

Keeping his pace, Graymane soon began to feel a new kind of pleasure than before, something quickly approaching from his loins. “AaaAaH!” Mouth jutting open, the blue pony cried in passion, cumming hard from his working hooves. Pumping his hooves with each jet of cum, Graymane coated his chest with warm seed, hitting his quivering chin and swallowing throat. Attempting to prolong the feeling of release, he stretched his head forward in ecstasy, pumped his hooves up hard, trying to draw more pleasure, and shot another spurt towards his face. “Gaack. Ack.” Graymane coughed, his spurted spunk covering his tongue and swallowing throat, surprising the stallion and causing him to choke from the sudden intrusion. Still involuntarily firing, his member shot again, splattering against his forehead.

Sitting up to avoid a second mouthful of warm spunk, the endorphin inebriated pony gave a final cough and opened his eyes. His member calming down from events, it flopped to the side, slowly oozing his remaining cum from the head. Looking around for something to clean himself up with, Graymane caught a look of his face in the hand mirror. Slowly slipping down his blue face was his own warm, testosterone rich seed. The white contrasted his coat, and piqued a small interest in the viscous liquid. It was a bit unexpected, but whatever this stuff is didn't taste all that bad. Not good, but just...New. The stallion gave into his inner sense of temptation and opened his mouth for the mirror, revealing the white remnants of his spunk still resting on his tongue and causing him to blush a little. I can still kinda taste it, but more would be better.
Returning to his search, he found a box of tissues to wipe the M.E.G gel from his heaving body. Cleaning off his right hoof, Graymane conceived a seemingly innocent idea and scooped the remaining spunk from his forehead, turning back to the mirror to get a better view of what he was doing. Watching himself the whole while, the intrigued stallion began to lick the salty substance from his hoof with a quiet groan, noticing his member twitch and his blush intensifying. Moving his hoof from his face, he opened his mouth wider and saw the seed simply resting on his tongue, still feeling the heat off the new fluid and tasting the salty, bitter taste.

Closing his mouth, he rubbed the substance against the roof of his palate, and opened his mouth again. Strings of white ran between his twitching tongue and his bone-y hard palate. Blushing near completely red, Graymane closed his maw again and began to swish his own seed between his teeth. As he continued his experiment, blood began to rush back into his member, miniscule surges of pleasure coming from his tongue and twitching cock. Confirming his opinion of the taste for the moment, Graymane leaned his head back and felt it slide down his throat, sending shivers down his spine for reasons not yet known. Finally drinking the warm, slimy seed down his throat, the stallion looked down and saw his member once again hard and flared. “Well, okay. I guess I'm going to be at this for awhile.” Turning his neck to the side, he saw the jar was still half full. “At least I have more of the stuff. Lubricant I think it's called.” With a decisive few words and a small smile, Graymane scooped another glob of gel from the jar and began his stroking again, ensuring to aim for his mouth and face during the finale'.

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“Sign your name on the line and initial in the boxes and you're all set.” A pink nurse said in confirmation, guiding the turquoise mare through custody forms.

“Now, Lyra, are you sure you want to take care of this colt. I mean, he could be dangerous or weird.” A cream colored mare tried to talk her friend out of making a possibly horrible decision. “What if he's a rapist, or a murderer. What if he's a murder-rapist?” She asked in an attempt to discourage her friend.

“You're just making a fuss over nothing Bon Bon. I know what I'm doing. Besides, he was cute looking and didn't seem dangerous.” Lyra said with a grin, disregarding her friends concern with a joke. As she said this, Nurse Redheart trotted towards her to discuss Graymane's treatment.

“Miss Heartstrings? Hello, I'm Nurse Redheart. I will be overseeing the care of this gray maned fellow.” She said with authority, having just come from Graymane's room and was trying to forget what she saw.

“Yes, it's nice to meet you. Have you found out what his name is or who he is?” The mare replied with newfound interest. “Wait, what treatment? I was told he would be fine.” Alarm and concern becoming more present in her voice.

“I'm sorry, no I-er, we have not discovered his name yet. The treatment is just a formality. We merely would like to observe him for a few days to see if he has any intracranial bleeding that we didn't detect.” The medical mare said in a comforting tone.

“That's good. Is he awake? Can I see him?” Lyra, the musical mare, questioned in newfound ease, eager to see her future tenant and responsibility.

“I'm sorry, the patient was only awake for a short time before, ah... Fainting. Due to blood loss.” The nurse quickly excused, trying to give the mystery stallion some privacy to relieve his engorgement. “He should be awake the day after tomorrow, tuesday, and be ready to be discharged. Until then, he-the patient will be on stiff-strict! Strict bed rest.” The stuttering nurse-mare said, trying to avoid certain words that would make her recall her prior few minutes.

“...Riii-ight. Okay Bon Bon, that gives us time to prepare a room for him to stay in.” She replied questionably, and proceeded to plan her next day of shopping and house cleaning, turning to leave the hospital with her dear friend.

“Us? Why would I help you make this mistake?” The cream colored mare recoiled in shock and disapproval.

“Simple, if I don't have help, then I'll be too busy to play at your store tomorrow, and you know I can claim vacation time after all the times you convinced me to help you clean up the place after closing.” With a defeated sigh, Bon Bon followed her friend and employee out of the hospital and to the paint store, dreading her upcoming days.

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11:30 at night. It was quiet in the hospital, the staff was performing clean up before the night guards arrived to patrol. Nurse Redheart was taking inventory of the supplies used she had used that day. “Hmm, a jar of M.E.G gel is missing. I bet I left it in Graymane's room. He's definitely asleep by now. Besides I still need to check his blood pressure.” Trotting back to her patients room, she knocked on the door to make sure he was asleep.

No answer, he's either asleep or really into himself. She thought while opening the wooden door. Looking to her patient, she saw him laying face down on the bed, snoring softly, sheets pulled over him.

Damn it! Um, right, good I mean, he's asleep. It's bad policy to sexualize patients. Even cute ones. He's not that cute even. Her thoughts in conflict, Redheart looked around the room and found the jar she was looking for. Great, there it is. I'll just grab it and leave without even making a sound. Picking up the jar, the nurse-mare found it completely empty. Looking over to the pony, she saw his left hoof covered in the gel.

Damn. I knew he was going to need something for lube, but that was a new jar this morning. Thinking as she looked over, she noticed his face was covered in mostly dry cum. Creating an all too kinky image in her head, the blushing white mare looked back at the door and saw it was closed. Turning back to the sleeping patient, she leaned over his face and licked some of the still wet seed from his face, almost running away before she reached his face. Near-jumping back from the snoozing Graymane, Nurse Redheart rushed out of the room with a face almost completely red and an empty M.E.G gel jar in hoof, thinking about the amount of gal and stupidity it took to do what she just did, forgetting to check his blood pressure in her hurry.

Author's Note

It's been about two years since I've written for fun, so my apologies if it was a bit dry at first, but by no means should you hold back your criticisms. Bring it on! Thank you. 3/11/13: Fixed some formatting and various small things like typos and such.