Chapter 3- Home is in Your Chest, You Know, With Your Heart.

Tuesday morning, seventeen past nine, Ponyville hospital.

“You’re going home today Mister Graymane, let’s get you packed up.” Nurse Redheart sat a saddle bag down on the floor of room twenty three B, her patient's eyes lighting up when she entered the room. “You leave at one, so we only have a few hours to get ready.”

“Well, there isn’t really much to pack up.” Looking away from his messages of the past, Graymane smiled as his favorite, and only pony in the world met his gaze. “What do you mean by “home”?”

“The mare who found you was nice enough to put you up in her house.” Unzipping the satchel, Redheart pulled a small circular object and put it on the table. “Now, we need to go over your medication doses and details.”

“I thought my leaving meant I was better. Why am I being discharged if I’m still taking medicine?” Setting his blood stained journal to the side, he turned his attention to the medicinal wheel, his pastel colored mane falling forward into his face.

“Being discharged doesn’t exactly mean that you’re better, it means that you’re healthy enough not to need constant care and supervision from the hospital. Don’t be worried, I’ll check on you every week.” Opening the seven plastic flaps, she looked back into the saddle bag, pulling an orange bottle from the satchel, the contents clattering inside. “This is called Tadalafil, it’s a blood pressure medication. You need to take one pill every night before bed, for at least the next month.”

“Okay, whatever you say. But I still have some questions about the pony who found me.” Watching his nurse as she dropped small blue pills in the tiny cavities, the cerulean stallion slicked his mane back out of his face.

“I don’t know much about her personally, but she passed all the guardian criteria when she first offered to care for you. If you are worried, I’m sure we could find someone else in a week or two.” Off handedly suggesting he stay at the hospital, with her, longer.

“I’m not worried, I’m just...” Not knowing how to continue his sentence, Graymane turned to look at the bed sheets covering him.

“Graymane, look, it’s okay to be nervous. I’ll come by and check on you tomorrow, okay?” Trying to cheer her depressed friend from his slump. “Give it a chance, please? For me?”

Looking up to his white warden, Graymane smiled slightly and pulled the polyester sheet from his body “...Okay, for you I’ll try it.”

“Great, let’s go over your medication a second time and then we’ll get you fitted for a more lasting bridle-cap you can wear when you bathe.”

*** *** ***

Walking down the trail, Redheart stayed close to Graymane's side, to ensure she would catch him if he fell. Breathing in the cool air, the blue stallion ogled his surroundings as he passed them, taking in the area with glittering eyes.

“We’re almost there. I saw your room when she first volunteered, I think you’re going to like it.” Moving closer to him, Redheart felt the warmth radiating from his deep blue coat. As she leaned into him, Graymane noticed the sudden contact and turned to question his white guardian. “Just making sure you don’t fall. Wouldn’t want to have to take you back now that we’re so close.” Answering the unspoken question with a smile, Redheart leaned closer, enjoying the contact she had and the heat from his body.
Looking up at Graymane's blue eyes, Nurse Redheart began to think about what he had written in the blood stained journal. He's in-shape, his journal showed how smart he is, and I've never seen a stallion so gentle. He's almost like a colt, discovering the world for the first time. She thought as they walked together, a small breeze blowing against her face as she fantasized about the dream colt she had read so much about.
As they continued to trot, a cottage became more visible in the distance. A hay made roof and white wash walls assembled the two floored home, set near the edge of town and adorned with a peaceful grassland at the side. Windows sat in each wall, providing plenty of sunlight for a magnificent morning.

“That’s a beautiful field, it looks familiar, almost like someplace I should know.” Saying as they walked, Graymane turned away from the white mare accompanying him, and began trotting through the field. “It smells so nice, and it’s so close to her house, and it’s... Red. Why is this grass red?” He said, turning to face the guilty looking nurse.

“Ah, well you see, when she found you she said she was on her way home. Apparently she was closer than I thought and uh... She lives next to the field you were found in I guess.” Redheart said calmly, hoping he would take this information well.

“I nearly died here! No. No! I'm not going to live where I almost bled to death. I'm going back to the hospital.” Graymane huffed, stomping back toward the way he came.

“Wait! Wait, you can go back to the hospital, but we have to tell Miss Heartstrings first.” Redheart said as she chased after her infuriated patient. Running past, she stopped in front of him. “Just say thanks and we can go. She went through a lot of work for this, and the least you could do is tell her thank you.”

After a pause, Graymane replied. “Fine, I'll say thank you, then I'm never coming back.” The blue stallion turned and trotted towards the house again, Redheart following behind. “I'm not going in, I'm just saying thank you and leaving.” The white coat nurse-mare ran up besides him as they approached the house.

“No, I'm not going to let you be so rude to such a nice mare. We'll go in, sit down, and go from there.” She said as they reached the tall house. “You'll do this, and you will be polite.” Redheart told him as she knocked on the blue door.

“Yeah whatever, I still don't like this.” The cerulean stallion said as he turned to his caretaker. “I don't now why I thought this was a good idea.” Inside the house, hoof-steps echoed off the wooden floor. With a rattle and creak, the front door opened to reveal a pony.

“Hi, am I interrupting something?”

Turning to the body in a less than happy manner, the miffed mustang froze, his heartbeat skipping as the passage of time seemingly ceased with the sight of her. In the doorway stood the aquamarine mare, smiling softly as she greeted her new roommate.

“Hey there, my name’s Heartstrings, Lyra Heartstrings. I’m sorry if this whole thing is a bit confusing, but I hope I can make you comfortable until you get back on your hooves.” With a voice as melodic as her name, Lyra Heartstrings the musical mare, welcomed the speechless stallion into her life.

Looking into her eyes, Graymane saw a shimmer; her eye color unlike anything he had ever seen, thoughts unnoticed as they rushed through his mind in a torrent.

Golden eyes, deeper than the night sky and brighter than the sun. As fierce as lightning, and softer than cloud. Her mane is brilliant, and her coat is as gentle as a daylily. This mare is absolutely magnificent. A smiled pervades Graymane's demeanor as he calms, forgetting about the bloodied field and his own thoughts.

“H-Hello Miss Heartstrings, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you. My sincerest apologies for my earlier shouting, and my thanks for your hospitality. I look forward to my stay, that is, if you will excuse my ill tempered outburst.” Acting on instinct, not even knowing he knew some of the spoken words, the cerulean pony felt a twinge of cold pain in his chest. A twinge addicting enough to make you jump off mountains and brave the hottest pits of tartarus, just for a single moment more of that pain.

“Of course, everypony gets annoyed now and again. Now, what say we go look at your room.” Turning and walking further into the cottage, the mint mare allowed the two in. “Your room is just up the stairs, the first door on the left. I hope you like it.” Walking with just the slightest sway in her flank as she ascended the stairs, Graymane followed her without a second thought, Nurse Redheart behind him with glee.

As they trotted up the stairs, the white mare admired the cream colored walls, the final step creaking beneath each of the ponies. They walked down the hall, approaching a dark blue door with a window on the wall opposing. Redheart looked from the sunlight covered door to Graymane, to see his reaction in the hopes it would be positive.

The sunshine gleamed though the window onto him, shining across his hair like strands of silver. She continued to stair, admiring him as each step caused his eyes to gleam a different way. Hearing a creak, Nurse Redheart turned her attention back to the door, seeing it open into an off white room.

Opening the wooden door with a squeak, Lyra rushed into the room, ready for the unveiling of her hard work. Following the ecstatic pony, the two guests entered with ready minds.

Two hours painting, another two shopping. Three moving furniture and one more putting everything away, just for this moment. To see the look on his face. She thought as her guests entered the room she was so proud of. The aquamarine mare watched her roommates eyes as he saw what she had assembled for him.

Graymane looked on with delight as he entered, his smile lighting up brighter than the sky. The bed sheets matched the color of his coat, and looked softer than sunlight on a snowy winters day. The stallion looked at the desk across the room with joy, a few books, battered yet bearable, adorned the beaten wood surface. The nightstand resting beside the small, comfortable looking bed showed the age behind its life, scrapes running down the sides and a small blanket thrown over the top. A large skylight shone the clear sky into the room, making it seem as though the ceiling was non existant.

“I'll get you two something to drink while you get acquainted with the room.” Lyra said as she walked out of the room, a smile adorning her face at Graymane's reaction. As she left, Nurse Redheart turned to her patient to ensure he was still okay with leaving.

“She seems nice, do you really want to leave without giving it a shot?”

“I want to stay. This room is amazing and I like her, Heartstrings.” Graymane said as he read through the book titles on the desk. Facing Redheart with a toothy grin, he continued. “I want to try this. Something about her is just so... enthralling.”

“Ooh, enthralling? Graymane, are you getting more of your memory back?” Redheart asked with some hope, surprised at the suddenly advance word.

“Not really, I read it in my book, so I wanted to try to use it. Did I say it wrong?” He said, a slight look of worry pervading his cheerful demeanor.

“Not at all, you said it and used it perfectly. Alright, let's go talk to Miss Heartstrings and finalize some paperwork.” Redheart led the stallion back down the stairs, removing a thick stack of papers from her saddle bag as she went.

*** *** ***

Eight past eight, the quiet outskirts of Ponyville.

“I'll be coming back tomorrow morning to check and make sure he's alright, until then, have a nice night Mister Graymane.” Redheart said as she trotted toward the door. “If either of you need anything, I'm at the hospital, and only a few minutes away.”

“Thank you Nurse Redheart, I'll try my best make sure he's comfortable. Have a nice night.” Lyra said as she closed the blue door, eager to get to know her new roommate. Turning to face him, she smiled brightly and returned to her seat on the couch. “So, are you hungry? I can make something to eat, if you want.”

“Thank you Miss Heartstrings, I'm not hungry right now.” Graymane said, shying away from her and staring at the dark wood floor.

“Okay, how 'bout you tell me a little about yourself?” She said, hoping to draw him out from his shyness, even just a little. “Here, come sit on the couch with me, I know that chair isn't comfortable, I got it for that reason.”

“Thank you Miss Heartstrings.” He said, getting up from the wooden chair, and sitting on the left side of the couch, as far away from the aquamarine mare as possible.

“Please, call me Lyra, Miss Heartstrings is for ponies I don't like.” She said, scooting closer to him, trying her best to get him to open up. Her left hind leg brushed against his right, Graymane flinching in response as he continued to stare at the floor.

“What if I tell you about me first?” Nodding his head, Lyra continued. “Well, you already know my name. I play the lyre, if you couldn't already tell from my cutie mark.”

“Actually I haven't looked.” Graymane interrupted, still staring at the dark floor, nervously fidgeting his hooves together.

“Well, that's no good, I've been staring at yours all day.” She said with a smile, which quickly turned into look of realization. “Ah-no, not like that, I didn't mean it like that. I would never stare at your flank... I didn't mean it like that either, not that you aren't attractive, I just-uh... want to see my cutie mark?” The panicking mint mare said, lying across the soft sofa and displaying her taught body.

She stretched away from Graymane, her lengthy left leg crossed over her right while her twin tinted tail curled between them. She pressed herself up with her front hooves, arching her spine as she looked back toward her stallion companion. Graymane looked over, his eyes drawn down her curved back to the mark in question.

A beautiful golden lyre adorned her unfalteringly firm flank, the color contrasting radiantly against her aquamarine coat. Running his eyes lower, they were drawn from her tail to her legs, endlessly running them up and down, admiring every curve and contour of her long legs to her shapely hooves.

“My cutie mark's up here stallion.” Lyra purred, giggling as she returned to her original pose, sitting comfortably next to her guest. “These are for ponies I really like.” She said, stretching her hind legs in front of herself.

“Ah right, sorry, I didn't mean to stare. Your cutie mark looks very nice.” Graymane blushed, looking to her face to avoid doing something he shouldn't. She stared back, the smallest strand of white mane falling across her face and over her golden eyes. Like a peasant amongst a melodic goddess, her giggle rang through his ears like a harp string plucked by angels. Her smile held only the slightest hint of deceit, and shone with a greater glow of affection.

“I'm sure it does. Feel free to stare from now on, you're a young stallion and I take it as a compliment anyways.” Lyra said smiling as she rose from the couch. “You sure you don't want something to eat? I'm hungry, so I'm gonna cook something, come join me in the kitchen if you want some.”

“...Thank you Mis-ah, Lyra.”

*** *** ***

“So I busted in, expecting to find the two of them going at it, when they were really just moving your bed.” Lyra said, laughing as she levitated her glass plate up from the table and walked over to Graymane. “Here, I'll take your dish.”

“Oh, uh thank you. The hay was good.” He said, getting up from the table. “But, I uh, have a question.”

“Hmm, sure, ask away. I'm here to help.” She said, taking the clear dishes to her metal sink basin, glowing white as she floated them with her magic.

“Wh-What does “going at it” mean?” He asked, looking to the floor with a blush, embarrassed like a colt who just saw his crush in the changing room.

“Oh... Well, you know, it means sex. I think you should ask Nurse Redheart about it tomorrow. I'm not exactly prepared for the talk, hell, I didn't even have it myself.” Lyra said as she turned back, pushing the chairs back under the stone top table. “Any other questions? Something I can get you?”

“No, I'll just ask Nurse Redheart tomorrow. I'm actually kinda tired, so I'd like to go to bed please.” Graymane said, walking back to the stairs by the front door.

“Sure, of course, the bathroom's the next door down from your room. Goodnight, I guess.” Lyra said, watching him trot up the stair case, the final stair creaking beneath him. “Oh, there's some coconut moisturizer on the counter, if you want to use it!” She shouted, wondering why a stallion would ever use moisturizer, immediately knowing the answer.

I wonder how hung he is... Poor guy doesn't remember anything really, I wonder if he will. I guess it wouldn't be too bad if he didn't, I could have my own personal colt-toy, after some hot lovin' he'd make one sexy piece of eye candy to flaunt. Some sex ed from Nurse Redheart should probably come first though... Ha, come first. I wonder if she teaches by talking or by show... I wonder if I could be the example... Dammit. Lyra huffed, her tail moving between her legs to hide anything embarrassing.

She trotted up the squeaking stairs, passing Graymane inside the bathroom as he brushed his teeth, and walked to her room at the end of the hallway. She rushed through the entry way, the door shutting loudly behind her. Her off-white magic glowing under the green door, the “stairs” in her room squeaking loudly.

“Lyra, are you okay?” Graymane asked, the white toothbrush still hanging from his mouth. “Guess she was really tired. Have a goodnight Lyra!” He called, spitting back into the sink and eyeing the diminutive blue pill resting on the stone sink-top. Licking the pill from the counter, he gulped it and began thinking about his day passed.

She's nice. Kinda weird, but she's been nice. I really liked looking at her legs, they were so long and...What was the word...Enthralling, her legs were so enthralling. Like two beautiful green... Things, that I could lick all day. Up and down, sucking on her hooves. A tingling of pleasure between his legs awoke him from his fantasies. Looking down he saw his own flaccid member, gently pulsing as it grew.

Looking back down the hall, Lyra's door still closed and glowing. I should probably ask her about this. I don't want to wake her, and what if it's something really stupid and she laughs at it... Or asks me show her that thing I did with it. The thought of rubbing himself sending sparks down his spine, his length twitching with pleasure at the idea of doing it in front of another pony. I need something slippery, it felt so good last time. She said something about moisturizer, that sounds wet.

Spotting the coconut labelled tube on the counter beside him, he grasped it between his teeth and turned to leave. His marbled length swung between his hind legs as he moved, pulsing for attention the more he thought about it. Graymane stopped in front of the blue door, his black cutie mark shining in the moonlight. Turning to look out the window, he smiled as he saw the moon, looking more beautiful than the sun. Sure looks magnificent. I remember reading a lot about a beautiful princess that lived on it. I guess I liked the moon before.

Facing back to the door, he opened it quietly, not wanting to wake his caretaker. Slowly shutting the door behind him, his flared member bobbed against his thighs while he walked. Turning away from the door, he sat against it and took the plastic tube between his hooves.

Biting open the pop-top bottle, he turned it upside down and squeezed it between his hooves, squirting the white lotion over his black and blue length, the smell of coconut filling the room. With a squelch and gasp, the cool goo slowly flowed over his marbled member, sending chills down Graymane's cock and up his back.

He dropped the bottle to his side and moved his hooves to the base of his trembling shaft. Moving them up, Graymane spread the cool coconut cream around his chromatic cock, waves of pleasure working their way through his body. Pumping his hooves back down and up, Graymane slowly slid down against the door, aiming his flared head more at his face.

I wonder how close I can get my mouth. Maybe I can suck that stuff up as it comes out. Graymane slid his body further down, lying on his back and leaning his head away from the wooden door. Seemingly folding himself in half, the head of his slick shaft pointed forward, mere inches away from his face.

Opening his mouth, he felt greater surges of pleasure as his own warm breath fell against his slippery cerulean flare. He began to think about the last time he enjoyed himself like this, only a few nights ago, the memory about his face covered in whatever the white stuff is, the thought of the taste bringing a burning blush to his face. Watching his hooves slick up and down his shaft, he began to buck forward against his own hooves, waves of pleasure clouding his mind in ecstasy. Graymane push his hooves harder together, pleasure and pain mixing into a cocktail of coconut scented dreams.

Seeing his own shaft push forward, closer and closer to his own face as it began to twitch, Graymane felt the familiar wash of pleasure flow through his furred flanks. Opening his mouth wider, he saw as his flared shaft launched the familiar salty seed over his body, landing on the bridge of his blue nose. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he shot another blast into his mouth, the hot, salty taste sending surges of pleasure through his tongue.

Sliding his hooves down again, his marbled member fired another load, splattering against his forehead and dribbling down. Feeling the warm seed cover his face sent more tingles of passion through his palette as the scent of salty semen and coconut filled his head.

Remembering the taste he craved so, he leaned his head further forward and stuck out his tongue, nearly touching the firing flare of his own shaft. Another shot launched, hitting the back of his throat, followed by another coating the roof of his mouth. Graymane closed his lips to swallow the decadent treat, one last shot dribbling out from his throbbing shaft and pooling along the edge of his flare.

Opening his eyes again, he looked down and saw more of his delicious... Milk. Redheart told me milk comes from cows this way when she gave me some. So I guess ponies make milk too.Feeling the slimy salt slide down his salivating throat, Graymane continued trying pump more from his shaft. I kinda envy those cows that get milked like this everyday. I wonder if I can lick the last of it up.

Opening his cum dripping maw, he extended his tongue again, stretching his neck as far as he could. His neck feeling like it was ripping, the tip of his tongue finally connected with the syrupy seed settled on his sensitive cerulean shaft. He couldn't taste anything, but he felt another surge of pleasure as he tickled the tip of his tongue around the flared head of his member. His neck finally giving out, his head fell back, softly knocking into the door behind it.

“Ow, ow, ow, ah, aaahaha, that hurt. I don't think I'm gonna try that again.” Graymane said quickly leaning forward again, his still erect shaft slapping against his stomach, splattering the warm remaining cum across the front of his blue body. “It felt good, but I couldn't taste anything. I should try again in the bathroom, then I can see what I'm doing.” He said to himself, slowly getting up while his member swung between his flanks. That went away last time I milked it. I guess I should ask Nurse Redheart about it tomorrow. Let's get some sleep. Trotting to his bed, he pulled the covers down with his mouth, the fresh seed strewn across his face soaking into the cerulean sheets.

Climbing onto the soft mattress, he licked his lips and tasted more of his own flavor, small sparks of pleasure running through his mouth as the cum slowly dribbled down his face. Time for bed. Time for some nice, sweet, sleep.

*** *** ***

“Clean them, lick my hooves clean like a gelding.” Lyra commanded as she sat above him on the the soft sofa, her hind hooves pressed into Graymane's face. “Suck on my hooves Graymane, suck them clean like a naughty little colt.” Forcing her left hoof between his lips, she sat her right hoof against his face. “You're going to be my hoof cleaner from now on.”

*** *** ***

Redheart sat in front of Graymane, her hoof rubbing against his marbled member as it pressed against his body. “It's time to milk you today Graymane. You've been such a bad colt, drinking all your milk, so I'll need to milk you until you cover me all over with it.” She said, aiming his flare at her face. Opening her mouth, she pinned his marbled shaft between her front hooves as she began rubbing faster. “All over me Graymane, shoot your milk all over my body.”

*** *** ***

Waking with a gasp, Graymane sat up from his bed and looked around the room. It was dark, the only light coming from the skylight above. The wall-lacking window covered most of the ceiling, making it seem as though the night sky had painted itself above just for the sleeping stallion. “Cool, that looks so cool.” Graymane admired to himself as he watched the stars twinkle around the full moon.

Turning to his side, he ignored the erect member between his legs, drifting back to sleep as he thought about the stars above.

*** *** ***

“Working, stop for a moment and enjoy yourself.” A yellow mare sat next to him, nuzzling her face into his blue furred neck while he swirled test tubes of reflective water. “Relax for a second and I'll give you a treat.”

“I have to get this research done for the princess, she specifically asked me to examine the water from the mirror ponds.” The cerulean stallion said as he turned away from his work. ”What kind of treat exactly?”

“You know what kind of treat, Working. Oral, spit service, suck-off, or your favorite.” Leaning into his ear, her warm breath cascaded against him as the yellow mare whispered “Blow job.” A simple phrase that had always aroused the blue pony in the past. The cerulean stallion sighed heavily while the yellow mare began to nip down his firm neck, tensing as each bite came lower and lower down his body.

*** *** ***

“Graymane, it's almost nine o'clock. Nurse Redheart will be here soon and breakfast is almost done!” Lyra yelled from the kitchen below, waking the sleeping cerulean stallion from his fetishized fantasies of fervor.

“Oh, ow ow ow. I thought sleep was supposed to make you feel better.” Graymane said, rolling onto his back. Rubbing his neck, he felt the soft, blue sheets fall to his side. Looking down, he was met with the sight of a black and blue marbled, flared and pulsing shaft pointing up at his face. I think that should have gone away last night... I wonder what a “Blow Job” is, I guess I used to like getting them. Oh well, where'd that coconut stuff go, I want some more of my milk.

Turning to the wooden doorway, he saw the pink plastic tube in front of it. With a click and a creak, the blue door opened and pushed the tube aside. “Graymane, come on, you gotta get up. Nurse Redheart will be here soon and you need to be awake so she can examine y-” Entering the room, she stared at her roommate, her golden eyes full of shock as he stared back. “I see you're up and about. I'll let you get back to yourself.” Lyra quickly turned away to leave.

“Wait, Miss Heart- uh Lyra, hang on.” Graymane called, unaware of the blush speedily spreading across her face. “What's a blow job?”

“Graymane, I'm really sorry, but I'm really not comfortable with this. B-breakfast is ready, co-come down when you're done.” Shutting the door, the mint mares hoof steps echoed down the hall as she hurried away, squeaking while she descended the stairs.

“Okay. I guess I can ask Nurse Redheart when she gets here.” He said to no one, staring back down at his hard shaft, a drop of pre-cum forming on its tip as it pointed back.

*** *** ***

Okay, so I just barged in on my roommate while he masturbated. That's fine, it was bound to happen sooner or later... Kinda wish it was later. Did I see cum all over his face? Okay, that's kinda hot. Lyra rushed back to the kitchen, hoping to forget what just happened between herself and her roommate.

Just get some coffee ready and we can forget the whole thing happened... The mint mare thought as she filled her sugar pot for her imminent guest. Levitating a glass creamer from the cabinet behind her, she opened her off-white refrigerator to fill it with cream. Fuck... Out of creamer, gonna have to get some from the marketplace later... Or I could borrow some from Graymane. I'm sure it would taste even better in my coffee. I wonder how it tastes straight from the source... I guess milk in the coffee is fine.

Author's Note

It’s my head-canon that Nurse Redheart stutters a lot when under personal pressure or is embarrassed, as does Lyra, incase you couldn’t tell. This does not mean she cannot handle pressure, she is a trained nurse after all, it just means she is really shy in person. And that they squeal and squeak in bed, but that is neither here nor there.

I'm cracking my knuckles here, I can finally say that the past few chapters have been the equivalent of prologue. From this point on, the real fun begins, because I get to write the most despicable evils and wonderful gifts that I can think of.
7/27/13: Renamed primary chapter name for the sake of a not as stupid name.