Chapter 2- Sanitation Shower

Two in the afternoon, Monday morning, A white nurse mare stands by the front desk of the Ponyville hospital, talking to a staff worker behind the desk. “Hi Sunshine, I'd like to schedule a sanitization shower for the patient in room twenty-three B. Two thirty, please and thank you.” After signing the authorization forms, the white medical pony trotted down the hallway towards her patients room. Knocking on the door, she waited, not wanting to interrupt her patient during anything private.

“Hm, ah please come in.” The cerulean stallion, aptly dubbed Graymane, looked up from the tattered journal in his hooves and greeted his visitor with a smile. “Good afternoon Ms. Redheart.”

“The same to you Mr.Graymane. I see you’re reading your journal, did you find anything out about who you are?” Redheart asked as she shut the door behind her with a “click”.

“Not much, I think I was some kind of builder or scientist. A lot of the drawings in here look like machines and hexagons. Here, can you tell me what this means?” He said, showing a penciled drawing of a hexagon with alpha-numeric notes coming from it.

“That’s a resonance diagram. It’s sometimes used to represent chemicals. From the look of it, it’s fairly complex.” Taking the moment to look over the blue pony’s face, she noticed that it was clear from any dried semen or other residue.

He must have washed his face this morning when he saw the mess. Good, one less question from the shower crew. Focusing on her patients eyes again, she remembered the main reason she was there. “I scheduled a sanitation shower for you, I want to make sure your stitches don’t get infected.” Leaning over, Redheart examined the bandages to make sure they were still relatively secure over Graymane’s wound.

“Right, thank you. I still don’t remember much, but this book is helping. The readable bits at least. Is it me, or was my writing messy?” Holding still for his guardian, Graymane continued his reading.

“Move closer please, so I can get a better look.” The nurse-mare said, turning his head to face her chest. Leaning his head forward he found his face mere centimeters away from Redheart’s coat, her gentle fragrance softly wafting into his mind like a stream of peace.

She smells nice, like the flowers they put on the bedside table. Breathing in lightly, he took in her scent. Flowers, like the flowers in the field those Timberwolves caught me in.

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“Shit! *huff* Alright, come on, think! *huff huff* Timberwolves; bad breath, sharp teeth, and more fragile than a minotaur in an antique store. *huff-ff* That tree branch should work exquisitely.” Running through a dark forest in fear, Graymane shouted aloud as he struggled to remain calm and in control of the menacing situation. Looking behind him, he saw two Timberwolves chasing after him, sap-like drool flying from their moss covered fangs.

Turning back to his escape, Graymane jumped through the air, his front hooves crashing into a long and slender branch. Yielding to his force, the branch swung back as he turned on point. “Bad move, mulch brains.” Smiling victoriously, Graymane lifted his front hooves; the branch whipping forward with an audible swipe.

With a loud crack, the Timberwolves fell to the ground in pieces. “Don’t feel bad, I was out of your league when I was a foal.” He taunted, slapping a hoof to his cutie mark; the greek letter mu, symbolizing the muon particle and his talent. Dancing around the broken pieces of wood, Graymane ran a hoof through his mane to slick the loose hairs back, the dull gray contrasting the vibrant orange that composed his mane.

As the arrogant pony began to trot away, the fragments of wood began to shake and glow, swirling together in a gust of chilling wind. Turning around again, Graymane watched as the not so defeated enemies reformed, three Timberwolves taking the place of two.

“Well shit, colt.”

*** *** ***

“Okay, I’m all done. Graymane? Are you ok?” Stepping back from her patient, she became worried at his lack of response.

Snapping back to reality, Graymane looked to nurse Redheart and smiled back. “Yes, I just remembered something. Nothing important, just a morning breakfast.” Lying to avoid her worry over the flashback, he continued his attempts to remember, getting nothing else but fog and misery hidden behind his smile. “You said two thirty, right?” He said, trying to avoid the subject of his past.

“Yes, fifteen minutes from now. Lets get you ready.” Opening the drawer in the bedside table, nurse Redheart pulled a disposable muzzle with a watertight cap attached to it from the storage. “Put this on, it will keep water from getting into your cut.” She said, setting the head wear on the bed. “After that, I’ll escort you to the showers.”

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Two in the afternoon, an aquamarine mare trots down the street of the Ponyville marketplace. “Next on the list; bed sheets.” She said, looking up from a slip of paper and walking towards a stand listing bedsheets for nine bits.

Lyra Heartstring continued her shopping, preparing for her imminent roommate. Already carrying with her a small lamp, a bundle of pencils tied together, and now a set of bedsheets the same color as her future bunkmates coat, she began trotting towards the day spa, her mind wandering to the moment she saw the comatose colt. He had a book with him, it was soaked in blood and probably ruined.

Thinking about the book more, she figured it was more of a journal or a notebook than a story book, because she knew the style. She had seen that same style of book every time she was in the shopping district, whenever she passed the shop “Quills and Sofas”. Having started branching out their stock, the journal was on display to attract more customers.

Resolving to pass by the shop and purchase another book for her hospitalized homemate, Lyra began to think about what she was doing. She was planning her day around someone she had never even had a conversation with.

Am I making a mistake here? Maybe Bon Bon is right, maybe I shouldn’t take him in... No! No no no no, I can’t think like that. I found him out there, all alone and in danger, so close to my house. If I didn’t take him in, then no one would have. Worrying all the while, she noticed she had arrived at the day spa; the last location on her list. Entering the botanical bathing boutique, Lyra began her collection of shampoo, soap, and other toiletries her roommate would require.

*** *** ***

Two thirty in the evening, Ponyville hospital, second floor. Sitting on a plastic bench, Graymane waited for the shower staff to call him into the room and clean him. He had been told what the word sanitation meant on the way there, but he was still rather fuzzy on the concept of germs and microorganisms, the idea being understood, but not quite “clicking” inside his head.

“Patient six fifty seven? Come this way please.” A burly yellow earth stallion called from the doorway, dressed in a clear plastic poncho. Following the stocky pony through the door, he scanned his flank for a cutie mark; a toned red asterisk that blends nicely with his brown mane and tail.

Entering the room, Graymane saw the dwelling was tiled in a neutral blue, assumedly for easy cleaning, and was lit by one massive, round light mounted to the ceiling. The room was centered around what looked similar to a chair, if a chair was meant to recline for the user to lie across. The smell of clean dominates the air, more so than the rest of the hospital.

“Please lie down on the chair and we will begin.” A white unicorn stallion with pale blue mane, dressed in the same attire as his xanthous compatriot, said from next to the chair. Trotting to the seat, Graymane saw three spray nozzles connected to hoses fed through a metal tray. Lying down on the chair he noticed the tray held sponges, illegibly labeled soap, and a red spray can labeled as anesthetic spray.

“What’s that can for? I wasn’t told that I would have to be sedated.” Asking in caution as he laid on the chair, Graymane was worried for reasons he could not quite think of.

“It’s for later when we clean your teeth.” The lemon colored pony said as he walked around to Graymane’s head, reaching over to one of the knobs and turning the water on, spraying onto the floor from the closest nozzle. Picking the faucet up, the yellow scrub pony bathed Graymane in warm water while the white coated assistant lathered soap on to his hooves.

“How’s the water temperature?” The white stallion asked as he moved his soaped hooves to the blue back of his patient. Working them into Graymanes back, he began to move to his hooves up and down, suds beginning to build on the azure coat.

“Great, it feels amazing.” Sighing in contentment, Graymane relaxed into the plastic covered chair, the rings on his muzzle clinking against each other as he let his legs and hooves drift down off the sides.

Seeing the positive reaction he was getting, the white soap unicorn continued to move his working hooves lower, slowly beginning to knead Graymanes dock and outer flanks. Producing a small nicker, Graymane opened his mouth to moan, his tongue lolling out as his eyes closed.

“Hey Turpentine, hold this.” The stout yellow stallion said, hooving the water nozzle to his for-named associate, Turpentine grasping it between his teeth. Reaching to the bottom of his poncho, the xanthous pony raised the plastic to reveal his flaccid member, marbled yellow like his coat and brown like his mane. “Ya gotta do some prep work for your teeth cleaning. We can’t do all the work ya know.” he said in a brusque voice, moving his slack cock towards Graymane’s face and lolling tongue.

Not knowing what his defiling deviant wanted, Graymane just stared forward and took in the scents as they began assailing his mind, the smell of lathered soap and stallion pheromones causing sparks of pleasure in his nose and blood to flow to his loins.

“Start licking, or things are gonna get rough.” With the threat, the yellow stallion pushed his soft member into Graymane’s tongue, the flavour flowing over his taste buds. The palate of sweat and cum pervaded the submitting pony’s mind as he ran his drooling tongue along the top of the hardening cock in front of him.

Hooving back the spraying hose, Turpentine turned his molestation to the subservient stallions staunch stones. Lathering Graymanes succulent black sack, the white unicorn moved the spraying nozzle over the blue stallions taint as he moved his hooves forward and found the base of Graymanes cock, throbbing underneath him. Spreading the detergent soap along the base of the black and blue marbled member, Turpentine moved his right hoof to his docile toy’s tractable rear hole, rubbing the suds around to loosen and lubricate his fuck toy.

Surges of pleasure coming from his tongue and loins left Graymane in a haze of enjoyment, licking down his molester’s twitching member; the salty taste a decadent flavor for the inebriated stallion. The yellow domineer lifted his thick cock from Graymanes tongue, revealing the underside of his member and his pair of hoof filling bollocks, glistening with sweat and smelling of testosterone. Stepping forward, the stocky stallion rested his gonads on the subservient slut’s lapping tongue, running his hoof along his saliva coated member.

Licking at the salty taste in ecstasy, Graymane looked up at his despot with focused eyes, seeing the stallion he was servicing groaning with pleasure as his left hoof moved up and down the top of his flaring, marbled member; telling Graymane exactly why he was thinking clearer.

Turpentine had stopped stroking him, or even touching him altogether. Feeling the beading water cross along his back, Graymane felt his soaked cheeks spread for an oddly elongated pole. Unable to turn his head back, he could only feel abrupt pressure on his lubricated passage, causing him rear back against his molesters. Pulling away from the white unicorn, Graymane felt two hooves press down against his flanks and pinning him to the chair.

“Easy there, just cleaning you out thoroughly.” The white unicorn said as he pushed down on Graymanes haunches, pressing further against his toy’s tight passage.

“If you’re goin’ for that now, then I guess I should get to the main course, too.” The yellow stallion said, pulling back from his oral treatment to reach for something on the metal tray. The same can from earlier, standing out with its red label and unique name. “Open up and swallow.” The xanthous earth pony moved the can to Graymane’s open maw and sprayed profuse amount of it around every corner of his open muzzle, ensuring his mouth was sufficiently numbed.

Choking at the flavor of what can only be described as the taste of pure disgusting, Graymane followed what he was told and swallowed as the spray met his throat. “That stuff tated nathty.” He said, trying to look down at his own mouth in shock at the words that left it.

“Don’t try to talk, you’ll bite your tongue off.” The yellow stallion said in advisement as he replaced the can back on the tray. The lemon colored pony positioned the flared end of his girth at Graymanes numb, drooling mouth and eased against his lips.

“Take a deep breath and relax, this is all part of the procedure.” Turpentine said as he eased his pulsing shaft through Graymanes slick entrance. “Sorry if this is a little uncomfortable at first, it should start to feel better soon.”

“Turp, quit talking to the guy and just fuck ‘im.” Saying as he moved his shaft further into the blue stallions face, the xanthous domineer took the spray nozzle in his mouth; pointing it down on Graymanes numbed skull, and grasped both sides of the plastic muzzle. The feeling of wet flesh enveloped the uncommonly thick cock, spreading Graymanes blue cheeks as the flared head passed by his unfeeling tongue.

The taste of sweat, pre-cum, and wet skin flowed over Graymanes taste buds; hooves pulling his head forward as water ran down his head. Feeling the heat radiate off his molesters loins, all he could hear was rushing water and cock sliding passed his tonsils.

His oral intruder began its descent down his maw, stopping his breathing and stretching his larynx with its flared head. Stopping abruptly, Graymane found his nose pressed into the warm, fuzzy abdomen of the yellow stallion enjoying his maw, the feeling of blood rushing to his head amplifying the jolts of pleasure surging from the taste on his tongue.

Turpentine slowly urged between Graymanes twitching haunches, tight walls enveloping his shaft in heat. Stopping half way, he steadily pulled back, the sensation of burning sending visible shivers down Graymanes spine as his hole tried to adjust for his intruder.

Getting an idea, Turpentine moved his hooves away from the quivering posterior, and to the blue back he was currently fucking, leaning forward and pressing down again. Pinning down the blue stallion stud, he resumed his fucking of the virgin hole, rubbing against Graymanes slick walls as he moaned into the ponderously prolific penis piston-ing along his cerulean palate.

*** *** ***

Fifty minutes past two, an aquamarine mare trotted to the blue door she had become accustomed to seeing each day. As Lyra Hearstrings opened the wooden door to her cabin, she was met with the symphony of groaning ponies and squeaking of furniture.

“Bon Bon? Are you here? Hello?” The off green mare wondered closer to the source of the sounds, the final floorboard of the stairs letting out the softest of squeaks as she stepped on it.

“Push it harder Mac. Harder than that, really ram it forward.” Bon Bon the cream colored confectionist called as she commanded the carmine colt.

“Bon Bon, are you really doing that in the guest room?!” Lyra shouted as she pushed open the dark blue door to her soon to be roommates bedroom. Expecting to see her best friend moaning in pleasure, she was met with surprise as she saw her plush cream flanks instead, sweat covered and straining to move forward.

“Lyra? What, yeah of course we're doing it here, there's no way this bed would fit through the door. Take a few Mac, we'll try again with Lyra here.” Bon Bon said as she sat on the bed they were having so much trouble moving. “Why'd you bust in here, you knew we were gonna be moving stuff in here”

“I uh, just thought you two were... hurting yourselves.” Lyra tip toed around the subject as the red stallion left the room. Hearing the squeak of the stairs, she continued her words. “I thought you finally told him and were ruttin' on the bed. Maybe the desk if he's into that kinda thing.”

“Shh, shh shh shh, Lyra quiet he might hear you.” Bon Bon blushed as she put a hoof to her friends mint mouth. “Now be quiet and help us move this thing...Besides, if I did we'd be in your bed.” The cream mare teased as she pulled her hoof away.

“What? Not cool Bon Bon, I'm here risking my innocence over a stallion I've never met. What if he sneaks into my room in the middle of the night and ruts me until I'm his slave. He'd collar me and make me walk around with stuff inside of me. His juices leaking out of me while I just lay in bed crying and moaning.” The aquamarine mare began fantasizing, her heat season having just passed the prior month, she was still on the edge of arousal.

“No, bad Lyra, you will not fantasize until I'm gone. Also, you're hardly innocent, that thought track kinda proving it. Actually after that thought, I think it's that stallion that should watch out for you.” Bon Bon joked as she got off the bed.

“Are you girls ready? I'm sorry but I have to get back to the farm soon.” The red pony said as he entered the room again, sweat still dripping from his face and neck.

“Sure thing Big Mac, let's get this bed moved and over with.” Lyra said with a chuckle, knowing her fantasies always creeped out her friend.

“One, two, three push.”

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Three thirty in the afternoon, Ponyville hospital. Redheart sat in a hallway, waiting for her favorite patient to leave his shower.

He should have been out twenty minutes ago. I don't like that shower crew, they always take too long and come up with some bullshit excuse to make up for it.

As she sat and thought, the door to the room opened with a creek as Graymane walked out, accompanied by the yellow stallion. Redheart hopped off the plastic bench and rushed to her patient. “Gray are you okay?”

“He's fine. We took a bit longer 'cause he had something stuck in 'is coat.” The stalky stallion said as he walked away.

“Gray, they didn't hurt you or anything did they?” Redheart asked, inspecting his blue neck.

“No, it felt great, I wouldn't mind doing it agai-ow!” Graymane said, shooting his hooves to his mouth and wincing in pain. “I bit my thongue.”

“Well, I'm glad you're fine. I never liked those shower workers. Here, let's get that muzzle off of you.” Nurse Redheart said as she led her blue patient back to his room, walking just a few inches closer than a nurse should.

Author's Note

Using the cost chart available on the mlp wiki, I approximated that one bit is about equal to a dollar and seventy five cents in american money. I don’t know if this is right or not, but using this conversion, a pint of cider is about three fifty, and those bed sheets are fifteen dollars and seventy five cents, the average cost for polyester bed sheets with an average thread count. Feel free to give me a more accurate bit to dollar conversion if you have it.

My original plan for this chapter was to make two alternate sex scenes, one with the stallions, and another scene that replaced the two stallions with two mares. Sadly, I could not write both and still maintain the quality that satisfied me.

Just so people don't get the wrong idea, this Lyra has somewhat of a bondage fetish, enjoying the idea of being collard and treated like a dog if she loves the guy enough.