Nurse Herd

BeepBeepBeep!
>Your eyes snapped open as your alarm went off
>There was a groan next to you
>You ignored it, gently pushing off a pair of hooves and sitting up
>It was 5:30
>Time to start the day
>With a quick shower, a shave, and after brushing your teeth you were in the kitchen by 5:45
>The girls would be up by 6
>The other girls would be in by 7
>That meant you needed to have breakfast ready; all made from scratch
>Dough--made from the night before-- was kneaded and tossed into the oven
>You made pancakes, waffles, and hay bacon
>Not as much as the girls would have liked, but enough that they'd choke down the pinecones and grass you got ready as well
>Before you came, their diet had been a mess
>Nothing but hay burgers, greasy fries, and carrots
>To be fair, everything was a mess
>The house
>Their sleep schedules
>Their appearances
>You understood why
>They were nurses, and even back home anyone in the medical profession treated themselves like shit
>It took a bit of elbow grease at first
>The girls did resist, they complained, and even bitched, but you had this house running like a well oiled machine
>At 5:55 you heard another alarm go off
>This was followed by loud groans
>A few minutes later, Coldheart and Bonesaw made their way into the kitchen
>Bonesaw--who had just spent 20 hours helping with a surgery--already had her nurses cap on and her lunchbox
>Her eyes weren't even open
"The lunch box is empty and you don't have work today, Bone," you said, taking the box and her cap. "Go back to bed."
>She didn't say anything, walking over to the table and grabbing a mouthful of haybacon before making her way back upstairs as Tender sat down
>Her mane and coat were a mess, and she had bags under her eyes, like she always did when waking up
>"Mornin'" she mumbled
>You heaped food onto her plate before giving her cheek a kiss
>Tender liked her applesauce
>You gave her a small glass of that and a bigger glass of water
>She mumbled a thank you and started eating

>The second she was done eating you had her on a high stool, brushing her coat, mane, and tail
>Every once in a while she'd start snoring, but a quick flick of the ear had her back awake
>You put her mane in a ponytail, packed her lunch, placed her cap on her head and gave her a pat on the rump as she left for the morning shift
>The second she was gone, you started making scrambled eyes
>Most ponies hated anything with meat in it, but protein was good for their coats and teeth
>You girls understood this, but it was a major pain getting them to eat anything
>Tender hated them so much you just started hiding eggs in her sandwiches and pudding
>How she hadn't noticed by now was beyond you, but it worked and you weren't going to question a good thing
>At 7:00, your bread was done
>You took that out and put it on a rack, helping yourself to food that you could actually eat
>Pony biology was tricky when it came to their food
>They actually needed sugar
>Like a lot of sugar
>A stupid amount if you were being honest
>Everything they ate needed some form of sugar in it
>The zap apple jam the Apples made had so much of the stuff it would put a full grown human in shock
>When you had first come here, ponies were freaked out with just how little sugar you ate
>A lot of their food was inedible actually, but you and the few other humans that found yourselves here made due
>They also couldn't eat potatoes, and you needed a license to buy a tomato because just a seed could put a pony in the horsepital
>Except Princess Cadence
>That mare could somehow eat it, and loved pizza so much that some lucky guy was her "personal peetzer chef"
>At 7:15 the girls from the nightshift stepped onto your front porch
>You opened the door
>Redheart and Coldheart gave you good mornings as they walked inside and made their way toward the bathroom

>A horsepital had the same level of cleanliness as a cesspit, so you made the girls shower and brush your teeth before they did anything after coming home
>You didn't want them bringing anything home with them
>You had special soap and toothpaste and everything too
>At 7:30 they were out and eating
>You sat with them, listening to Redheart complaining about some of the doctors
>Apparently they almost killed some poor colt when they tried giving him the wrong dosage of some such drug
>You nodded and made the appropriate sounds as the mares finished their meals
>You put both to bed
>By 8 you were cleaning the kitchen
>It took awhile, you had a big kitchen, but by 9 you were out and about
>You needed to go to the market and get some things
>After that, you wanted to go to the gym for a few hours
>When you got back from that, you needed to make lunch
>Then there was cleaning the whole house, then dinner
>Then you had to sent some of the girls to night shift and get the others ready for bed
>Somewhere between all of that you needed to go get some clothing made from Rarity
>You could understand why so pony stallions said that a herd was a full time job
>You had to balance so much shit
>Once, you had left for a few days to see your folks back home
>When you came back the house was a mess and the girls were taking turns headbutting each other
>Actually slamming their heads together
>They insisted it was to show who was the most dominant
>Now you knew why some colts got so huffy

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>Be Nurse Redheart
>Your stallion Anon was sick
>He had been so for a few days
>Nothing serious, just a spring cold
>You and the girls put him to bed with some medicine, saying that you'd have the housework well in hoof
>That was a mistake
>A coughing, pale human had argued with the four of you for an hour straight
>You weren't to touch a broom or mop
>You weren't to dust
>And Celestia above you weren't to step a hoof into the kitchen
>At first, you thought he didn't want you doing any of this out of the kindness of his heart
>They were his duties, and you all already did so much with work
>But not
>From what you and the girls gathered, he didn't think you could do something as simple as cooking and cleaning
>You were nurses for Luna's sake!
>Educated mares
>You had a bucking masters degree
>You were pretty sure you could mop a floor
>Unfortunately, Anon wasn't hearing any of it, and none of you could lick your own clits, so chores were off the table
>He told you to order out to eat before passing out
>You all promised you would, but you were all a bit huffy at how little he thought of you
>You'd show him
>When he woke up he'd have a grand dinner waiting for him!
>Then he'd give you all a little more credit!
>That was here you, Bonesaw, Coldheart, and Tenderheart found yourselves
>In the kitchen, standing around the kitchen counter
>There was half loaf of bread, some lettuce, and carrots
>You'd start small
>First some sandwiches for lunch then a grand feast
>...Hopefully
>You had your snouts resting on the table--Anon couldn't yell at you for doing that since he was asleep-- staring at the food
>None of you moved
>You were pretty positive Tenderheart hadn't breathed since placing a knife on the counter
>You took a deep breath
>As alpha it was time to mare up!
>Lead the girls!
"Bonesaw, you do it."
>"What?!" the mare shouted, only to get shushed by the rest of you.
>She flinched, looking up towards the ceiling
"Why the hay do I have to do it?"

>"You're the surgeon," Coldheart said, waving a hoof at the knife.
>"Surgery and sandwich making are two totally different things!" the unicorn said with a huff. "Why don't you do it, Red?"
>She used her magic to float the bread and knife towards you
>Your ears perked up as she sat everything down
>You could do this
>If you could stitch up an open wound while doing the heimlich you could do this
>Carefully, gingerly, you picked up the knife
"Fine. I will."

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>Be Anon
>After a long, restful sleep, you found yourself up
>You felt a lot better than when you went to sleep
>Not a hundred percent better, you still felt a bit weak, but at least you weren't coughing
>You slowly got out of bed, clearing your throat
>You there thirsty
>It was time to get a glass of water and see how the girls were doing
>Then, maybe, you could get some more shuteye...
>As soon as you went downstairs you knew something was wrong
>You could hear yelling in the kitchen, as well as see smoke wafting everywhere
>Every few seconds the shouting would be followed by a dull thud
>Like two coconuts slamming together
>...
>Okay
>You didn't panic, just letting out a sigh
>Walking toward the closet in the hallway, you pulled out a fire extinguisher
>You pulled the safety pin and walked into the kitchen
>One of your pots had fire shooting upward out of it
>Coldheart was unconscious on her back with a carrot in her mouth
>Bonesaw had been duct taped to the wall
>Right next to her head, buried in your wall, was one of your kitchen knives
>Redheart and Tenderheart were in the center of the room, slamming their heads together like fucking billygoats
>"I told you this was a dumb idea!"
>"Shut up!"
>"We should have just listened to Anon!"
>"And you should just lick my clit!"
>"Buck you!"
>"No you!"
>"YOU!"
>"YOOOOOU!"
>...
>You walked over to your stove
>Grabbing a lid, you placed it over your flaming pot, extinguishing the flame
>You then walked over Coldheart, nudging her with your foot

>The mare grumbled, and you reached down to pluck the carrot out of her mouth
>You then pointed the hose of the extinguisher at her belly and let it rip
>The mare immediately let out a yelp, leaping to her hooves and running out
>Redheart and Tenderheart didn't notice this, still slamming their heads together
>You walked over to them, giving them a good, long spray
>"Bucking--!"
>"WHAT THE HAY!?"
>Both girls fled the kitchen, leaving you and Bonesaw
>The unicorn dryly swallowed as you approached
>"Honey...?"
"Yes?"
>"You know I love you, right?"
"I do."
>"Then can you please--"
>You didn't let her finish her sentence, spraying the shit out of her
>You ordered takeout
>The girls didn't get any supper
>They also had to sleep on the couch
>Now you understood why Thunderlane drank like a, well, horse whenever you had brunch...

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>Be Redheart
>It was a Saturday night
>Tonight was also a night where you and the girls weren't working
>Which meant a bucking girls night at the bar!
>And... other things
>Things you wouldn't even dare think of until you were out of the house
>Didn't want your stallion to get suspicious
>Anon was the best stallion in the world
>Kind, loving, thoughtful
>And he could smell horseapples from a mile away
>So you all were going to kiss him goodnight and walk out the door
>Nice and easy...
>No fuss, no muss
>You and the girls exhanged glances
>Bonesaw nodded, while Tenderheart took a deep breath
>Being the mighty alpha you were, you gave them a winning smile before giving them the signal to move out
>You can do this...
>It was twenty steps from the kitchen to the front door
>You took the lead
>The girls followed in single file, keeping their heads down
>Anon was in the living room on the couch, reading a book
>You cleared your throat
"Alright hon, the girls and I are heading out."
>Anon looked up from his book
>"Oh, you all going to the bar with Bonbon then?"
>You all nodded
>"Yep."
"Uh-huh."
>"Absolutely."
>"Yes."
>He nodded, looking you over
>The lack of suspicion in his eyes was suspicious
>You ignored the sensation of your fur standing on end, still smiling
>His gaze settled on Coldheart
>Your sis tensed
>She held his gaze, feathers ruffling
>"Coldheart, you're not going out like that," he said with a shake of his head."
>"Not go out, what do you mean?" she asked. "What's wrong with me?"
>"Your mane, and look at that tail. When's the last time I preened you?"
>Clicking his tongue, Anon set his book aside and sat up
>"Come here. Let me fix you up."
"Actually, hon, we really--"
>"You really nothing, no wife of mine is walking out the door like that," your stallion interrupted with a frown. "Now get that butt over here. I'll only be a minute."
>You and the girls let out a groan
>Nevertheless, Coldheart trotted over

>You weren't about to get your colt grumpy, especially since he was so easy-going about letting you all go to a bar by yourself
>Not a lot of mares had a stallion like that
>Besides, Anon was quick with his hands
>He'd finish with her in five minutes
>So you all sat down on the floor as your sis jumped into his lap
>Anon was a stickler with how you all looked
>Most mornings he'd have the comb out and none of you could leave for work without getting a turn
>He also made sure you washed yourselves properly
>Made you use a bunch of soaps and shampoos and had days when you could use what
>Your coworkers called your dykes for having such nice coats, but you noticed you stopped having flaky skin
>Tender's coat seemed thicker too, and Cold's wings looked pretty great
>No homo
>Anon pulled a comb out of... somewhere and began to give the sky blue pegasus a combing
>It was quick but thorough; much better than any of you could do yourselves
>He then began working on her feathers
>Cold was super ticklish where preening was concerned
>She didn't stop giggling as his hands flew along her left wing, then her right
>Eventually, the mare couldn't help herself and began nuzzling Anon's face
>The big colt returned her affection and then some
>He'd pull her into a hug, rub his cheek against hers, pepper her face with kisses
>You and the other girls would squirm under that sort of affection, at least in front of the other gals, but Coldheart always ate it up
>Her giggling grew louder, and every time she turned her head you could see hearts in her eyes
>The other girls teased her from the floor
>You just sat there quietly, trying not to grin
>You were pretty sure he didn't suspect a thing...
>That was good...
>Very good...
>"Alright, I think you're all done," Anon said with a smile. "You girls have a good night."
>"You too," you all said back
>Cold kissed him on the lips
>"Thanks hon," she said, rubbing her nose against his
>Anon's smile grew, and he cupped her face

>Then the smile disappeared, and you realized too late the trap was spring
>"Where else are you girls going tonight, Cold?" he asked
>Cold's ears perked up, then flattened against her skull
>You all stiffened
>Horse pies...
>"W-What?" Cold said
>"After the bar. Where are you going after the bar?" your stallion asked calmly
>He didn't yell
>If he would have yelled you'd have had a better chance
>But he just spoke in that beautiful voice of his!
>You and the girls exchanged glances
>Cold tried to tilt her head away, but Anon held it firm
>"Come on, just tell me. I know you're going somewhere else," he said. "Don't look at them, sweetheart. Look at me and tell me the truth. Where are you going after."
>Coldheart dryly swallowed
>She flapped her wings like she always did when she was nervous
>Come on sis...
>You can do it...
>You can--
>"After the bar we're going to go watch a Breezie fight on the other end of town! Those donkies have them fighting a dog!"
>All of you groaned
>Celestia dammit, Coldheart...
>Anon's smile returned, and he kissed her on the snout
>"No you're not. None of you are going to that illegal donkey crap. Every time they come into town somepony calls the guard."
>He let her go, looking at you, still smiling, though now you could see iron in his gaze
>"I want you all home by one am sharp. I don't care what the other husbands let their wives' do. I'm not paying your bail. You got that."
>You all sucked in a lungful of air
>Then, defeated, you sighed
>"Yes dear," you all replied.
>Bucking Coldheart...

XOXOXOXOXOXO

>Be Anon
>You were in your bed
>A few moments ago, you had been out like a light, peacefully sleeping
>You had been awoken by the sound of the sink in your bedroom bathroom being turned on
>If you listened very carefully, you could hear noises coming from downstairs
>Picking your head up, you looked at the clock sitting on your nightstand
>The glowing red letters read 1
>Looks like your girls were home...
>You let your head fall back into the pillow as one of them shuffled out of the bathroom
>There was a sway in her step
>She had obviously been drinking a bit too much
>One glance told you it was Coldheart
>Her wings were dragging against the floor, and you could hear her hiccuping
>"Non?" she said, voice slurred. "Yous 'sleep?"
"I'm awake, dear," you replied. "Did you all have fun?"
>She nodded her head, nearly falling over from the effort
>She attempted to jump into the bed, and ended up slamming her face against the frame
>You sat up, reaching over and grabbing her
>She mumbled a thank you as you sat her down next to you
>"The girlz gaves me horseapples about tellin' you bout thats fightin' thing," she said, climbing on top of you as soon as you laid back down
"I'm sure they did. I hope they weren't too mean though."
>"They wasn't," she said, letting her wings rest on either side of you
>She tried to look at you but couldn't quite manage it, letting out a horsey snort before resting her head on your chest
>"They wanted to see the fight though, but we doesn't go, just like you said."
"Didn't go."
>"Yesh..."
>You patted her head, wrapping an arm around her
"Good. Are the other girls okay? Did anypony have way too much to drink?"
>Coldheart giggled
>"Yeah, Bonesaw, but she threw up in Rose's bushes so she could be 'kay."
"Are you sure? I don't want to clean up puke from the ceiling and walls."
>"We's okay. I promise."
"What about you, are you okay?"
>She tried to nod
>"Yesh. I didn't drink that much, so I helped everypony walked home."
"Get home."
>"Ye."

>She let out a sigh, snuggling on top of you
>"'Non?"
"Yes dear?"
>"'Hanks for lettin' us have fun like this. I knows you don't like drinkin' and stuff like that."
"You girls deserve to unwind every once in awhile," you replied, hugging her close
>"Yous the best husband ever."
"You're a pretty great wife yourself."
>She giggled as more of your girls became to shamble into the bedroom
>It looked like Tenderheart was carrying Redheart
>She also had Bonesaw's tail in her mouth, dragging the mare across the floor like a sack of potatoes
>...
>Alright...
>You sat up, sliding Coldheart off you and only the bed
>She was already quietly snoring as you stood up
"Alright, lets see what the damage is. Bonesaw, sweety, are you even conscious?"
>"...Uh..."
"Good enough. Come on, let's get you girls cleaned up..."

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>Be Anon
>It was a market day
>Also known as a day that none of the girls could stand
>They all did their best to be working
>A few times you caught them trying to swap shifts with other nurses
>It wasn't like you even spent that long doing stuff
>You just needed some groceries
>Then you needed to get some clothes from Rarity
>You needed underwear, and the girls needed their scrubs
>Sure, you might spend a bit of time talking with the fellas if they were around, but it was ALL DAY
>A couple hours at most
>Honestly, they were being babies...
>Redheart and Coldheart hadn't been able to weasel their way out of helping you
>Both mares walked behind you, looking bored and defeated, like most of the mares in the market
>Redheart had most of your groceries on her back, carried easily with that earth pony strength
"Will you two quit looking like that? We're almost done," you chided, reaching back to flick Red's ear
>"That's what you said an hour ago," Coldheart grumbled
"It was true then and it's even truer now," you replied, waving at Caramel. "Hey, how about I make some carrot soup for you girls tonight? Thunderlane told me the perfect way to make it really thi--"
>Something hit your back
>Not hard enough to knock you off your feet, but enough to make you shuffle forward a bit
>You heard grunting, and the frantic flapping of wings
>A pair of hooves hooked under your arms, which was followed by a happy yell
>"Ya! Bucking got ya! You're coming with me, stud!"
>You, of course, did not go anywhere
>No matter how hard the pegasus flapped her wings, you wouldn't leave the ground
>She could have been a strong mare, but you were very big and very heavy
>Also, having iron in your blood did weird things with flying around here
>Even going on a zepplin was tricky
>Everypony in the market nearly broke their necks as their heads snapped toward you
>Your would be kidnapper groaned, pulling up with all her might
>You were pulled onto your tippy toes
>For a second; just a little

>You frowned, looking over your shoulder
>It was fucking Rainbow Dash trying to steal you, a fact which didn't seem to please your girls at all
>"Dash, what the flying feather are you trying to do?" Coldheart asked
>You could tell she was angry, Rainbow's lack of success had tempered it somewhat
>The pegasus wasn't a quitter though
>Even now she was trying to carry you away like her life depended on it
>From the look in Redheart's eyes, that very well could have been the case
>"I'm stealin' me a big, fat-flanked colt," Rainbow grunted, sweat pouring from her brow. "I'm gonna show him what a real mare looks like. Break him with this tight pussy."
>Rainbow had some infamy around town amongst the stallions
>She was very inappropriate, and needlessly aggressive
>She also supposedly didn't wash herself very well underneath her tail
>Which was gross
"Rainbow. Please leave before my girls bash your skull in," you said as she bit the back of your shirt and yanked up
>"We'd both leave if you weren't... so bucking... fat," she grunted
>Everything went quiet
>Both of your girls took a step back, ears pinned against their skulls
>Somewhere in the crowd, a stallion gasped in outrage
"Fat?"
>You reached behind you, grabbing the pegasus by the scruff of the neck
>She could only let out an "eep!", hooves and wings flailing as you carried her over to the town's wishing well
>You can come up with it a year ago
>Sometimes foals would toss bits in
>At the end of the month, you and some of the guys would collect the coins and give the money to families that needed help with Hearthswarming
>It was a proper well, and deep
>At the bottom, there was about five feet of water
>The water made it a pain to get the coins, but Mr. Cake wanted it "to make it a real well"
>The water didn't hurt the gold coins either, and it kept critters from living in it, so none of you had argued that much against it
>You lifted Rainbow over the top of the well

>She didn't seem to appreciate the manhandling, glaring at you
>"What the hay is wrong with you? I just--"
>With a sigh, you lifted your freehand and booped the mare on the nose
>Her eyes crossed and her body stiffened
>"Wa--buck!"
>You let her go
>She tried to flail, but was sluggish due to the booping
>There was some screaming, and swearing, then a splash
>"Anon! You bucking sloot!" Dash yelled
>You dusted yourself off, turning toward your girls
>Neither looked angry anymore
>In fact, then, along with most of the ponies that had been watching, looked around ready to laugh
>Rainbow wouldn't be able to fly out of the well, so she's have to climb out of it
>An easy thing for an athlete like her, but the berating she'd get from everypony in town would last for months
>You smiled
"So, as I was saying, I'm really thinking about making that soup..."