Chapter 4- Of Awkward Proses and Prolific Palabras

Eight thirty, Wednesday morning, the sun shone brightly against Ponyville Hospital's walls.

“Redheart, the patient in room twenty three B needs her medication.” The blue desk mare called, studying the schedules for the day.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure thing sunshine.” The Redheart, the white coated nurse-mare called, lost in thought as she wandered the peaceful halls of her hospital.

I miss Graymane already. At least he gave good conversation when I visited him. This mare just sits there calling me a lesbian. “Hey Sunshine, is it wrong to hope my patient has Syphilis?” Redheart asked, pondering the implications of her intentions.

“Yeah, just a bit. Why?” Sunshine Smiles wondered, unsure if she heard right.

“No reason. Twenty three B, right?” Nurse Redheart said, smiling as she walked toward the hellish patients room, eager to finish her work and visit her friend.

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“If you want a taste that bad, I'll let you have lick if you beg!” The unruly patient called to Nurse Redheart as she left the room, shutting the door behind her to muffle any other comments the injured pony might have about her sexuality.

Finally, another minute in there and I would've smothered that bitch with a pillow. Redheart brooded, walking in a rush to reach her locker and get away from her patient. Down the stairs, up the hall, fifth locker on the right. Down the stairs, up the hall, fifth locker on the right. Nurse Redheart pondered as she hurried closer to the staff locker room, eager to leave the sterilized structure.

“Redheart, how're you doing? Or should I call you Nurse Fine Flank?” Doctor Turn Heart called from the room, blatantly looking toward her dock in the hopes of seeing under her tail. Noticing this, Redheart pressed her tail against her hidden sex, not wanting to give him anything.

“Oh, fuck off Turn Heart! I will report you if you make one more comment about my-” She began.

“Flank?” The dull-green coated stallion interrupted with a grin, enjoying her anger at him.

“Last. Warning. Turn Heart.” Nurse Redheart threatened through clenched teeth. Walking past the maddening matte-colored mustang, she picked her saddle bag up in her mouth and stomped away, tucking her red tail firmly between her legs as she walked.

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Hmm, half expected the house to be on fire, or maybe covered in guards for a murder investigation. Approaching the white-wash house, Redheart began to worry what trouble might be waiting inside. I don't know anything about this mare, and Graymane's in such delicate situation. I should have kept him at the hospital when he asked. Wearing a worried look as she approached, she gently knocked on the wooden door.

“Coming!” Was heard being shouted as hoof steps hastily sounded through the house. With a click and a creak, the cobalt cottage door opened. “Hi Nurse Redheart, please come in. I'm cooking some breakfast and brewing coffee if you're hungry.” Lyra, mint colored mare said, welcoming the white medical pony through the door way.

“Thank you Miss Heartstrings, but I'm really here to see Mister Graymane.” Redheart said as she trotted into the quiet house, welcomed by the of hay frying.

“He's upstairs in his room at the moment, he should be done and down here at any time.” Lyra replied, levitating the tray of drink-ware and food onto the small wooden coffee table, positioned in front of the comfortable couch. “He asked for some privacy, said he was remembering something I think.” She lied, in hopes of deterring any awkward conversations.

“Really? That's fantastic. In that case, I would love some coffee while I wait, thank you.” Nurse Redheart said with a smile, happy that her friend was becoming the stallion she knew him as. Levitating the coffee pot with her gold hued magic, Lyra began filling the three cups on the tray. “No sugar please.”

“Of course, I'm afraid I only have milk right now. I hope that's alright.” Lyra said, mixing spoonfuls of sugar into her own cup.

“I prefer it, thank you.” Redheart said as she took the glowing cup and saucer in her hooves. Sitting back onto the couch behind her, the nurse-mare inhaled the earthy, awakening aroma drifting from the caffeinated concoction. “Mmm, it smells wonderful. So what did you two talk about last night?” She inquired, sipping from her distilled drink.

Tapping the spoon against the fragile cup, Lyra levitated the set towards her side as she eased into the uncomfortable wooden chair across from the nurse-mare. “Mmm, we talked about stories mostly, some other subject here and there.” She said, moving the cup to her lips and taking a deglutition.

“Like what, if I may ask?” Redheart asked, relishing the warm flavor as it spread through her chest.

“Well... I'm not completely sure how to say this, but Graymane isn't really... Sexually conscious.” Lyra said, hoping her guest wouldn't assume the worst of her situation.

A pregnant pause pervaded the ponies petty prattle, previously projected pronouncements processing past the practitioner's preliminary pondering. “I'm afraid I have to leave soon, I will be taking Mister Graymane with me.” Redheart said coldly, setting her coffee cup against the table as she quickly stood up from the couch.

“Wait, I didn't do anything! He asked me what sex was after he was staring at my legs!” Lyra pleaded in a panic, pulling herself away from the uncomfortable chair. “I was telling him a story that happened earlier, and he asked me what “doing it” or something meant when I said it. He told me he didn't know what sex was alright? I would never do anything to a defenseless pony, you have to believe me.”

“So if I go up there right now and ask him if anything happened, anything at all, he'll say no?” Redheart snapped, angry that anypony would consider trying to hurt her Graymane. “I'm going up there now.” Not waiting for the suspected pony's answer, Nurse Redheart plodded up the squeaky staircase and down the hallway. Knocking on the dark blue door, she called out to her friend. “Graymane? Graymane honey I need to ask you some questions, is it okay if I come in?”

“O-okay, I need ask you stuff too.”

“Alright, I'm coming in okay.” Slowly opening the door, Redheart didn't know what to expect. Entering the sky-lit room, she saw her friend lying upon his identically colored crib, calmly covering his chromatic crotch. “Graymane, are you okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah, why?” Moving his hooves away, they revealed his cerulean sternum stained with a sticky slime, snowy strings stretching strangely between his fur and front legs, breaking and bending as he revealed his body. Place cock.

“Oh honey, did she do this?” Redheart asked worriedly, walking to the side of his bed.

“Lyra? No, she walked in earlier, but I guess she was in a hurry or something, cause she left really fast. I wish you told me ponies made milk though, cause I like how mine tastes a lot more than the stuff the hospital had.” Graymane said, turning onto his side to face the medical mare, his marbled mustang mast wobbling between his legs.

“Milk? Is that what you think...” Redheart began to giggle, reveling in the absurdity of the moment. “Gray, Graymane, I think we need to have a talk. First, though can you help me find something long and round shaped, like a tube?”

“There's a bottle of cream stuff over by the door, will that work?” The cerulean stallion directed, wondering why she was laughing and wanting to help.

“Perfectly.”

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“So that stuff you've been drinking isn't really milk, it's called sperm, or some ponies call it cum when they're talking about sex.” Nurse Redheart said as she touched a hoof to his blue furred front, her face blushed light pink for the past half hour. Pulling her hoof away from his chest, strings of white that matched her fur stretching between.

Leaning her face closer to his, she looked past the mane hanging over his face into the blue eyes beyond. I know you're in there, you just need somepony to help you back. Closing her eyes, Redheart leaned further and kissed Graymane's forehead, the smell of flowers filling his mind.
She smells nice again, like flowers and water. Like peace and relaxation. Closing his eyes, Graymane inhaled again as she pulled away, her fragrance filling his mind and emptying it at the same time. Like a breeze of serenity, she's as graceful as a rose petal, dancing across the surface of a river like it was a ballroom.

Opening their eyes, the pair stared into each others, blue eyes swimming together and crashing inside their minds. A blush broke out across Graymane's cheeks as he realized she kissed him, the feeling of serenity replaced with a feeling of unease and excitement as he gazed into her snow blue eyes. Redheart stared back, lost in his deep pools of cobalt emotion, hoping for any sign that Graymane was as infatuated with her with the same ferocity and passion that she kindled for him.

Realizing what she had done, Redheart began to panic. A nurse shouldn't be kissing a patient, even on the forehead. I would lose my credibility over this. Over some stallion, just because he looks good... Has deep eyes... I need to leave. Turning away from him, Redheart's tail brushed against his marbled shaft, the feeling snapping Graymane back to reality.

“I think we're done here, I've written down a change of medicine on the bottle, you'll be taking only half as much to try and prevent your, ah, “problem” from becoming dangerous.” Redheart said as she turned away from him, hoping for him to stop her from leaving. To throw her to the bed and ravish her until the sun set and rose again.

“What? Yeah, okay, what? Uh, bye, yeah.” Graymane said, his face still burning a blush while he sat confused and embarrassed. The white-wash pony turned and left the room, shutting the door and leaving him alone, his marvelous member measuring marginally more as it moved minutely in response.

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Standing in front of the blue wooden door, Nurse Redheart leaned against it, inhaling deeply to calm herself and think through her next move. I'll just tell Miss Heartstrings to teach him about dating some how. Then, when he get's the idea, I'll just ask him out like a regular pony. No more silly pecks on the cheek, just full on making out in the stair well and sex on the desk and... Just breath and get rid of the blush. Exhaling loudly, she continued down the stairs and met a worried mint mare pacing at the base of the stairs.

“Well, do you see? I would never hurt anypony.” The mint mare said, hoping dearly that her newly acquired room mate was staying.

“He told me what happened, and I guess he can stay for now. But for the future, if has a question like that, get him a book or teach him yourself until I stop by to check on him. He should at least be taught about basics of dating and the such, but I'll leave the how up to you.” Redheart said as she continued to the door.

“Oh yes, thank you, thank you so much. I promise I'll go out and get him a book this afternoon.” Lyra cheered, happy that her house would still have another pony in it.

“No, stay here today. It's five PM, if his erection doesn't go away in a few hours, take him to the hospital and tell them he is my patient. Let him come down and eat, and try your best to not embarrass him. He doesn't know that this is normally embarrassing, and at this stage he can't handle something like that, so just act like nothing is wrong.” Redheart finished, opening the door and giving the mare one last cold look. “I don't want to hear anything about you trying to help him get rid of it, okay?”

Taken aback with surprise, Lyra was again worried that she still might lose her room mate. “I would never, okay? I'll get him some breakfast and then read with him, is that alright?” Ignoring the mare, Redheart trotted down the road back toward Ponyville, unhappy about leaving her Graymane with a mare so obviously dangerous.

Shutting the blue door, Lyra sighed in relief. Her roommate was still with her, and she just needs to eat a normal breakfast with handsome stallion while he sits three feet away from her with a massive erection in plain view between his legs. This is a simple goal to accomplish for anypony just coming out of heat without anything but her hooves. Facing back to her living room, she levitated the fragile cups of coffee back onto the dish laden tray.

Turning to her squeaky staircase, the mint matted mare marched up then, her glowing tray following her gyrating flank as it scaled the stairs. Knocking on the blue birch door, Lyra called to her confused house mate to rouse his attention. “Graymane, you okay in there? Breakfast is ready when you come out.”

“I'll be out soon, thanks Lyra!” Graymane yelled back, his stomach growling as he did so.

The tray tailing her, the mint mare trotted back to her quiet kitchen, the sound of an opening door echoing soon after. Lyra began to slide caramelized hay onto a duo of plates, levitating them to the table with her golden magic. “You said you liked the I made last night, so I fried some for breakfast.” Hearing hoofsteps behind her, she turned to see her friend appearing less than publicly presentable.

Standing in the kitchen entryway, Graymane smiled back at her. His duo-chromatic mane hung over his face, dried cum splattered around his mouth. As he walked into the room, his black and blue marbled shaft swung between his hind legs, twitching in turn with his heartbeat. Pulling the wooden dining chair out with his mouth, Graymane leaned back to reveal globs and streaks of white staining his smooth blue chest.

As he sat down his flare-headed shaft thumped against the underside of the table, Graymane's face wincing in response. Sitting back into the chair, the cerulean pony rested his front hooves against the cool stone of the table top. “Thanks, it smells wonderful.” He said with a smile.

Setting the glowing plate in front of him, Lyra sat down on the opposing side, a light blush spreading across her aquamarine cheeks. Focusing on her food, her horn lit up as a bottle of honey did, the golden glow surrounding the golden goo and carrying it over her plate.

“Would you like to try some honey on your hay?” Lyra asked, still staring at her plate as lines of sugary syrup drizzled over the caramelized crop of grass.

“I don't know, what does it taste like?” Graymane asked, unsure of his guardians suggestion.

“It tastes sweet, and kinda savory at the same time. Here, try a bite of mine and tell me what you think.” She said, her glowing fork spearing a clump of the gooey, golden confection and flying to her friend. “Say ah.”

Cautiously opening his mouth, Graymane bit the hay off the end and licked the honey from his lips. The flavor hit like a landslide as the salty sugary taste of hay danced with the deep, sweet flavor of the honey inside of his maw.

“This taste amazing! I would love some honey on my hay.” The stallion said as he grasped the bottle from the table, excitedly squeezing the newly revealed condiment over his food till the bottle gasped for air.

“Easy there stallion, it's not going anywhere.” Lyra said with a smile, happy at her friends newest discovery. Watching him eat, she mindlessly licked her fork clean from the taste of his mouth and speared another cluster of straws, chuckling as her friend scooped the dripping substance into his mouth.

“You remind me a lot of a stallion I met once, had the same coat as you, and a bright white mane. Mmm I loved that mane, wavy in all the right places.” She reminisced as she ate, staring off into space on her cerulean friend. “He looked amazing, and acted like he new everything. Too bad he was really a massive dick, er, jerk.” The mint colored pony scoffed, taking another bite.

“What's a jerk?” Graymane asked, only vaguely paying attention to what she was saying.

“A jerk is a pony who isn't very nice, and says and does mean things to other ponies.” Lyra explained, chewing the bite in her mouth.

Looking back to her friend as he carried another bite to his mouth, a small blob of honey dripped off it, falling onto a white splotch covering his front. Following it as it fell, Graymane scooped a hoof across his chest, collecting the golden ambrosia surrounded by a pool of wispy white cum. The mare watched in awe as he licked the unusual concoction off his blue hoof, savoring the flavor before he swallowed. Gross, but kinda hot. I wonder just where he would lick cum from... Blinking her mind back to reality, Lyra realized she should stop him from trying something similar in the future.

“Graymane, stop. Proper, polite ponies don't lick their hooves. When a pony makes a mess, you use a napkin to wipe it up.” She scolded, levitating a white napkin to his mouth, rubbing the cloth across and wiping the honey from it. “There, see? Now, finish eating and so I can clean up.” Lyra said, setting the napkin in front of him on the table.

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“Thank you for the meal.” Graymane said, getting up from the finished wooden chair, his black and blue marbled member swung below him as he pushed the chair back underneath the table top.

“No problem. Hey Graymane, I'm gonna head out for a little bit to help Bon Bon at her shop. I'll be back in a few hours.” Lyra said, levitating the glass dishes into the metal sink basin.

“Alright, I'll be upstairs reading some more of my journal.” The cerulean stallion said, walking back to the stairs by the front door. Sparking her memory, Lyra recalled that she never got a replacement for his book, the tattered journal the only link he had to his own past. I'll get one when I'm out, after Bon Bon closes shop. I'll stop by, buy the book, and get a dating book for him while I'm at it. She pondered, watching her blue buttocked bunk mate ascend the squeaky staircase.

Lifting her tail away from her taught flanks, a line of slick ran from her tail to between her legs, sitting mere inches away from a hard stallion that just swallowed his own cum taking its toll on her loins. I need to get out now, pretty sure he can smell how hot I am. Lyra pushed her tail down again, hiding her winking folds from eye sight. Her horn lit a golden blaze again, her instrument of namesake floating into her cloth saddle bag as she walked through the sparsely decorated living room.

Walking to and out the front door, Lyra levitated her lyre containing saddle bag onto her back, her tuning key falling unnoticed as it hit the wooden floor with a clink. Turning back to the blue door, the mare fastened the lock, wary of anything that might happen to her friend while she clears her head of perverted thoughts.

Hearing the sound of the door shut, Graymane relaxed into his soft sheeted bed, the sun beating down on him from the skylight above. The sky looks beautiful, those little clouds remind me of the stars at last night. Last night was beautiful, the moon looked so nice I wanted to rest my head on it. I wonder if the mare from the moon looks just as... Enthralling. Remembering the reason he returned to his room, Graymane snatched the blood stained journal from the bedside table next to him and opened it to the last page he remembered.

Returning to the subject of creatures of magic, he found only a small section, written about a strange species called “Cheshire Cats”. The passage was scribbled cleaner than the others, a picture of evil looking eyes and a toothy smile drawn crudely next to it. What a weird... The book calls it an animal. They make foals by using ponies instead of sex, weird. Graymane lied on his back, the sun beaming down on his body.

I wonder what sex feels like. It sounded like what those ponies did with me in the shower, and that felt weird. I liked when that white one put his... Cum I think it was, in me. It felt warm inside me. Thinking of his previous sexual encounter, he felt his still hard shaft twitch in response. I kinda liked the taste of my cum with, ah... Honey. I wonder if I could lick it off my... Penis. My cum tasted great last night, I could put some on my penis and lick it off with my cum after I orgasm. His standing stallion staff throbbing again, Graymane closed his book and left the sunlit room, destined for the kitchen.

Leaning against the blue door, the manic mint mare thought for moment, planning ways to stay away from her sexually available bunk mate. Finally, any longer and I don't know what I'll do. Gotta get to Bon Bon, she'll know what to do. Turning away from the cottage she called home, Lyra dashed away, her hooves pattering in the distance. Dammit, another week or two and it'll all be over. No more heat, and I can finally stop stuttering like a school filly. Rushing down the street, the mint mare neared the town.

Bathed in sunlight and over looked by Canterlot, Ponyville stood before her as she stood before it. Galloping through the roads, she cut through the market place and into the more mainstream stores. Her favorite cafe, run by Horte Cuisine, was placed neatly between the book store and “Quill and Sofa”. I wonder if that was intentional, a nice book and some tea.

“Hello Miss Heartstrings! I have that book on hold like you asked!” A slick-maned, tan coated stallion called from his tactlessly named store.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, thanks Davenport! I'll be back to pick it up later!” She said galloping passed him, snapped from her depth of thought as she continued on her journey. Bon Bon was soon to receive an ear full from her friend, the cream mare hopefully excited about knowing Graymane's physical assets, so to speak.

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Laying on the blue sheets, Graymane pumped into Redheart, her back hooves flexing as she moaned. “Graymane, keep going. Mmm it feels great.” Nurse Readheart said, a blush across her face as she wrapped her front hooves around him, pulling him closer. Graymane pushed harder, pleasure running through him as he continued to push into her.

Leaning his face closer to her's, their lips collided. Tastes clashing as their tongue explored each others, they pulled away. A line a saliva drew across their mouths, panting echoing from Redheart's white lips. “Graymane, keep going, you're the best.”

Leaning back down, Graymane instead aimed for her neck, nipping his way lower. Moans sounded from Redheart, joining the pattering of sex already in the air. “I want you to fill me. Cum inside me Graymane.” Redheart plead, staring into nothingness as she lied on the bed in ecstasy.

“Almost there.” Graymane said, his hooves pinned on either side of his marbled shaft as they pumped up and down, honey splattered his hooves and member. Leaning against the kitchen door way, Graymane continued his fantasy of Redheart, imagining what it would be like to cum inside her, to hear her soft voice moan his name. To hear her call his name, like a call to pleasure, he would answer with delight.

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“So you see why I had to get out of there. I'm already on thin ice with Nurse Redheart, if he caught me ogling his cock he probably would have left.” Lyra said, moving a stool into place at the end of Bon Bon's glass counter.

“Maybe he's gay. He didn't do anything, so obviously he doesn't like mares.” Bon Bon, the off white pony said, organizing candies and confections underneath the display case. “You should kick him out then.”

“He isn't gay. Why would you say that, he hasn't even done anything... What's wrong with being gay?” Lyra asked, sitting down on the wooden seat.

“I don't get why you want him to stay so much. He's a stranger and he obviously has no shame.” Bon Bon said, pulling her friends golden lyre from her bag and passing it to the aquamarine coated pony. “Being gay is nasty, it's completely unnatural.”

“Whatever, it's not that simple. I want another pony in the house. Ever since Braeburn stopped crashing there, it's been lonely.” Lyra explained, running her magic along the melodic strings of her instrument, a clutter of off key twangs cutting the air. “Out of tune. Bon, could you hand me my tuning key?”

Searching through the bag, the cream colored mare looked back with a blank expression. “It's not in here Lyra.” She said, handing the green satchel to her friend.

“It has to be in there. I put it in this morning.” Rifling through her leather bag, Lyra began tossing papers to and fro, the manic musician making a mess of the milky mares confectionary market. “No no no. It must have fallen out. Bon, you have to get it for me, any longer in the house and I'm liable to jump him.” Lyra pleaded, her cream colored friend simply staring at her with a condescending face.

“...Fine. But if he's there I'm giving him a piece of my mind.” Bon Bon said, walking out from the candy store.

“Thanks Bon, you're a life saver.” The mint maned mare said. I hope she doesn't kill him... I hope she doesn't see him.

Leaving her shop, Bon Bon trotted through the town, a brown colored stallion walking to her side. “Sister Bon Bon, have you found any heretics lately? After you cracked down on that deviant Braeburn, I think the gays have been more careful.” He said, walking along with her.

“Maybe, Caboose. I have my eyes on a stallion that might be one of them. He's staying with Lyra, so I can keep watching him.” The cream mare said, trotting down the road as a fork neared.

“She sounds like a gay supporter. Why are you friends with her?” Caboose the train pony asked, looking behind them to check for ponies. “After we got raided by the royal guard, the five of us need all the help we can get.”

“Get this straight Caboose, Lyra Heartstrings is my closest friend. If you or any other member think about touching her, I will castrate you like a heretic.” She said as they split away at the fork, avoiding suspicion from other ponies. Bastard. One of these days I'm gonna frame him as one of them.

Continuing down her path, Bon Bon began to wonder why they continued their actions. I know gays need to be eliminated, after Discord killed almost all of them, stallions need to be straight. But why can't we just quit, and let the princesses see that we're right. Approaching her friends white cottage, Bon Bon simply acknowledged it was there, still lost in thought. I just hope Lyra is right about this stallion. After Braeburn, I would hate to hurt her again. Peering in through the front window, Bon Bon's mind screeched to a halt, speechless as she watched the scene before her.

In the kitchen entry, across from the door, Graymane was lying on his back. His back against the wall, he stretched his head closer toward the flared head of his cock, drops of pre and and honey smeared around his marbled member. Sticking his tongue forward, the tip just barely licking the perverted mixture into his mouth. Running his hooves up and down his shaft, Graymane opened his mouth wider, not noticing the click of the front door lock.

He's a filthy gay! I knew it. I'll get the key and then report him to the creed. Bon Bon ranted as she slowly opened the blue door and looking in. Seeing her friends tuning key feet away from the door, she reached her off-white hoof forward and stretched toward the key. Come on, just a little further. Scooting herself forward, she opened the door more and looked up as Graymane muttered something.

“Hah, Redheart.” He moaned out, his flared head twitching as it shot a strand of cum into his mouth. Looking back to the key, Bon Bon grasped it and pulled back, shutting the door with a click. Hearing the noise, Graymane looked around, snapped from his fetishized fervor of Nurse Redheart. “Lyra? Is that you?” He questioned, another spurt shooting onto the floor beside him.

Rushing away from the cottage, Bon Bon looked around for any of her fellow creed members. I though the moto was “eyes in all places”, why is it nopony is ever near by when I need them to be. She continued, rushing passed the sun set covered town, the clock tower already striking seven thirty. Nearing her candy store, she slowed to a hurry, to avoid suspicion.

Opening the shop door in a rush, Bon Bon hurried in to tell her friend what she saw. Inside the shop she saw Timeturner, a peculiar stallion, talking to her friend behind the counter.

“I just absolutely love a stallion with a sweet tooth. I have these candy panties that I've been absolutely thrilled to try out.” Lyra said as she licked up a candy stick, sucking the end deep into her mouth. “I wonder, how much of a sweet tooth do you have?” She questioned, batting her eyes at the smiling sienna stallion as he picked out more candy from the counter, his tab skyrocketing with every word spoken to him.

“Lyra.” The cream pony said sternly, the brown coated stallion frowning at the sudden intrusion.

“I'll see you later Timeturner.” The mint mare flirted as he left the store, Bon Bon almost slamming the door behind him. Turning back to her friend, Bon Bon stared back to her friend in question.

“Are you really so hard up you would fuck a guy for candy?” She questioned, having mixed feelings about the idea.

”No way, just some harmless flirting to sell some merch. Probably wasn't even that well hung anyways.” Lyra joked, trotting out from behind the counter. “You find my key?”

“Yeah about that... I think Graymane's gay.” Bon Bon said, passing tuning the key to her friend.

“Again with this, Bon, he isn't gay.” The mint mare said, levitating her lyre and tightening the strings. “I wont believe he's gay until there's some proof, until then, I'll just keep ogling him.”

“I'm serious Lyra, I saw him jacking off in your kitchen!” The cream coated mare snapped, angry that her friend wouldn't trust her on such a serious subject.

“Really? Damn. I guess I can still use him as eye candy.” Lyra joked as she tightened another string. “That's why you think he's gay? We all masturbate Bon, I've even caught you.”

“I thought we agreed to never talk about that ever again. Anyways, just play your silly music and I'll get out the stuff for the night show, it's almost eight.” Bon Bon gave up, flabbergasted at her friends disbelief. Reaching for the sign that said “Adult candy night.”, Bon Bon hung it up in the window, Lyra starting to play her golden instrument in the background.

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Ponyville Hospital, Seven Forty PM.

Nurse Redheart sat at a round table in the cafeteria, using her fork to push around a piece of apple. What the hell was I doing? He's a patient, and I'm supposed to be helping him get his memory back, not making out with him. She panicked, her face showing no signs of it.

“Fine flank, how's it going? If it's going half as nice as your ass, you must be doing perfect.” Doctor Turn Heart called, Redheart's ears twitching as he sat down at the table, across from her.

“Look Turn Heart, I'm not in the mood, so can we skip this tonight.” The white mare sighed, spearing the apple piece on her fork.

“...Okay, Redheart. Are you seeing anypony? I mean it, if you're dating another pony, I'll leave you alone.” He said, a small smile smirking across his green coated face. “Are you seeing anypony?”

A curios question to Nurse Redheart, did she want to commit to something so frowned upon in her community. Is the possibility of being shunned worth a handsome, intelligent stallion? What if he rejected her, or turned out to be married? That could never happen, perfect stallions are never taken.

“...I think I am, yeah. Thanks Turn Heart.” Redheart smiled back, happy at her resolve.

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Nine O'Clock at night.

Opening the blue door, Lyra Heartstrings trotted through the door, tired eyed and weighed down by her bag. “Graymane, you awake?” She called, looking around the dimly lit room. “Gra-aymane, you still here?”

Walking into the kitchen, a chill shot up her spine as she stepped in something cold, wet, and slimy. “Ew, what did you do in here?” She questioned to no pony at all. Turning around, she was greeted by her blue furred friend, startling her. “Gah, Fuck Graymane! Don't sneak up on ponies like that.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, you called for me.” He said, shrinking back from her, fearing he did something wrong. Realizing who she was yelling at, Lyra stopped herself from continuing.

“It's alright, just don't sneak up on ponies. It scares them, okay?” She said, feeling guilty for yelling at him. “I brought you something. Here, take a look.” Lyra said as she dug through her bag, pulling a stack of books from it. “I got you a book about dating, and a new journal, like your old one, since I think it's kinda ruined at this point.”

Handing them to her friend, she watched as his face lit up, ecstatic at the gifts. “Really? Cool. I'm gonna go read now.” Graymane said, pulling the mint mare in for a hug. Feeling his warmth, she noticed that was all she felt.

“Graymane, you aren't hard anymore, are you?” Lyra asked, looking down towards her room mates blue furred groin. Not seeing his erect cock, she smiled, glad everything worked out.

“Lyra, can I go to bed now? I don't know how long hugs are supposed to last.” He said, still clung to her aquamarine body.

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“Are you positive Working Gear hasn't returned yet? He doesn't really stand out, and the princess will be really unhappy if he isn't back already.” A female night guard asked her fellow stallion, a worried look on her face.

“If he was back yet, I woulda told her already. I don't wanna wind up like I did last time. My balls still haven't recovered.” He said, his back legs unusually close together. Surprising his mare friend, he let out a scream of pain, his swollen sack enveloped in a purple-blue glow. “No, no please, wait! Wait wait wa-aaaah!” He screamed, the magical glow squeezing his precious sack tighter, the stallion falling to the stone floor.

“Thou stallions have failed me for the last time. Thine shall be gelded, and treated as I was.”

Author's Note

That's right mares and stallions, Gray stays hard all night long. Just strap him down to the bed and ride him like one of those motorcycle simulators at the arcade.

Joking aside, I am still in need of a pre-reader, so if you enjoy the story and want more chapters quicker, pm me.

I know it may seem like at the moment Gray has all the mares fawning over him, but as the story progresses Lyra will come away from the aftermath of heat and Redhearts kink will be revealed. Trust me, it's a good one, lots of hot sex in hot places and plenty of... Well, you'll just need to wait and see.