Time to Unwind (Redheart)

>It isn't easy to work at Ponyville General
>Especially when one considers that ponies, as a rule, tend to bruise easily
>And they simply won't shut up about it
>So between swollen hooves, countless ear aches, and the increasingly frequent fly bites of late spring, the hospital is in full swing
>Leaving Nurse Redheart stressed to no end
>So much so that she buries her face into her desk and moans
"I loathe this time of year."
>From somewhere around the corner, Nurse Sweetheart perks up
>"Aw, c'mon Red, it's not that bad; we're nurses after all and this is what we do."
>But the rotund pony's words do little to rouse her companion
>If anything, Redheart nuzzles her muzzle deeper into her paperwork
"It's obnoxious is what it is; I wanted to be a nurse to see the world, not-"
>Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words
"-well, certainly not live like this. For years."
>Oh years.
>Years, and years, and years.
>Redheart can hardly remember when times were bright and hopeful
>It's been abysmal for so long...
"And worst of all,"
>Glancing over her paperwork, the white mare sighs.
"It's getting to be 'that' time of the year again."
>The clatter of heavy hooves is sudden, almost as quick as the appearance of the chubby cheeks of Nurse Sweetheart
>"Oh, are you serious?"
>The squeal in her voice causes Redheart to wince as her coworker looks over the sheet in front of her
>"You are! It's almost delivery season!"
>As the meaty mare bounces in place, Nurse Redheart bites back a sigh
"Yes, delivery season; when every mare in Ponyville marches through these doors, pops out a foal, and we all end up pulling multiple shifts in the nursery."
>"I CAN'T WAIT!"
>Red forces a smile, but bites back her response.
>Watching Sweetheart shuffle around in excitement brings to mind when the nurse had her own delivery.
>Had it really been six years?
>That means that the colt would be in school already.

>Redheart leans back, watching her heavyset companion closely
>Six years gone by, nearly seven if you count the time she was pregnant
"Where does the time go?"
>She muses to herself.
>"Passing, I suppose."
>Snapping out of her daze, Red looks over at the smiling Sweetheart
>"Speaking of time passing, when are you going to take delivery season off?"
>With a smile, and as much assurance as she can muster, Redheart scoffs
"Never."
>The pudgy pink nurse mare raises an eyebrow and leans in closer
>"Never ever?"
"Never, ever."
>"Never, ever, ever?"
>Redheart responds in much the same way, sounding more confident each and every time she does so
>After a few more 'ever's, she holds up her hoof and shakes her head
"It's not happening, Sweetie. I'm not the kind of mare who indulges in baser things like that. I'm going to do things with my life."
>"Okay."
>The vowel is long and over emphasized, especially by the pink nurse's grimace and obvious glance around the hospital.
>"Because you've been saying that since before we were assigned together."
>Nurse Redheart rolls her eyes and tosses a file at her coworker.
"Go check on the patient in room 108. She's got a scuff on her snout."
>Sweetheart's eyes widen.
>"A snubbed snoozle? HOW HORRIBLE!"
>As the pink nurse charges off, Red leans over her desk and shouts
"And don't overmedicate her either!"
>Reviving no response, the white mare sighs and settles back down into her chair
>After a moment's pause, she glares at the list of prospective mothers
>Some of the names have been crossed out
>Already visited, and some already gone home with their foals
>The rest are all entering their last months of pregnancy
>All fit to burst
>All happy and carefree
>All reminding her of her own biological clock as it-
"ARGH!"
>Redheart's yelp breaks the silence of the room, but no one is around to respond
>Pulling her hooves away from her head she sighs
"I have got to take this edge off, tonight."
>With that resolution in mind, she begins to make arrangements

>There are not many places in Equestria for ponies to go and take care of some of their baser needs
>To be blunt, sex
>The rather social nature of the country encourages intercourse with friends-turned-partners rather than abrupt one-night stands
>Which can be quite the struggle for a mare devoted to their work like Nurse Redheart
>Sure, the doctors are nice enough, but there's so much baggage
>And most of the time they're overly concerned about injuring their partners
>Understandable, surrounded by it as they are
>But it's really obnoxious
>So, like other career-oriented mares, Redheart has had to turn to other means of getting laid.
>And that's why, with a practiced confidence, she marches into The Blue Spire and leans onto the desk, declaring
"I want something exotic."
>The old mare behind the counter smirks, looking the white pony over
>After a moment, she speaks
>"How exotic?"
"The less they know about Equestria, the better."
>A pause
>And then a smile
>"I have someone in mind."
>The exchange is brief, as is the handing over of the key
>She's been her enough times to know how things work, and quickly moves to her assigned room
>Dropping onto the bed, the mare sighs and squirms a few times, mentally preparing herself for the coming awkwardness
>It takes a moment, but working up her nerves, Redheart shifts her body and positions her snout down towards the sheets, her flanks high in the air
>The cooler air tickles at the heat pouring off her nethers
>There's really no point in denying it anymore
>She's in season, just like every other mare will soon be
>So positioned, she waits, doing her best to swallow her pride and the disgust welling up in her stomach
>After a few moments of waiting, the door creaks open behind her
>There's a muffled conversation that Redheart can't quite make out before the door closes
>The room is still again
>And, at last, the mare finally snaps
"Do you mind hurrying up? I'd like some relief here."

>There's a rather foreign sounding response, one she can't quite place
>Whatever, she did ask for the exotic
>Hopefully it's not a zebra though
>She might run the risk of getting delivery season off and-
>The sound of her partner's approach stills her thoughts
>He stops behind her and waits again
>Red nearly fires off another irritated response when she feels two claws grip her flank
>Griffon?
>No, too many digits to be a claw, must be hands
>A minotaur then?
>Hardly exotic, but it would do in a pinch
>As her flanks are kneaded with a firm, almost affectionate touch, Redheart's cheeks color
"Listen, I appreciate all the foreplay, but I'm here to get railed so, if you don't mind, can we get down to business? Beca-"
>The complaint dies in her throat as her breathing stutters in response to his touch
>She swallows loudly as the probing finger presses a second time against her plump asshole
>The elastic flesh sinks in deeply, almost allowing the dancing digit inside before it pulls back and the skin bounces into place
>Nurse Redfaced gulps, her stuttering response hardly sounding like that of a woman in charge
"Do, do you mind? That's the wrong- wrong hole."
>But still he doesn't listen
>Stallions can be so infuriating like that
>Thinking they know better
>Still, it is nice to be doted on a little
>And his hands are large enough to cup most of her not-quite-so-slight-anymore rump
>So, for the time being, the tired nurse simply melts into the touch and enjoys it for what it is
>While her partner continues to love on her flank, Redheart finds her mind wandering along with his hands
>They really are quite large, enough that it stands out among her multi-annual visits
>That probably means he has a large build as well
>And a large build means a large dick
>The now drooling mare grins around the sheets, not wanting to turn and break the immersion
>Besides, it's better if neither knows who the other is.
>Reduces the possibility of embarrassment later

>After a lengthy round of flank worship, the dexterous digits move down lower, prodding gently at her nethers
>Redheart squirms, biting back a sigh of relief as her body instinctively tries to clamp down on the flexible finger
"You certainly did a good job of getting me ready. So now we can get started, right?"
>Her laugh falls on deaf ears
>But she very quickly gets her response
>In the form of a long, lingering lick traveling up the entire length of her lower lips
>Redheart can't even manage a gasp, only shake as the process repeats itself several times over
>As she trembles against the sheets, she finally manages to piece together words again
"All, all right then. Well, I'm about to go off like a firecracker, so you've done a great job. But please, please, can you-"
>Then it comes
>And she gasps
>And she cums
>True to her word, the now muddled mare lets loose a whining whinny as she jerks her hips back against the creature's thighs
>Her heated hole hungrily hugs his hardened handle, flexing and milking the shaft with as much vigor as her excited body can
>After all, he blows his load, and then he's done
>She gets the dry, needy soil in her body watered without having to worry about the repercussions, and everyone wins
>Only, he doesn't cum.
>In fact, as the orgasm-induced tightness leaves her body, he begins thrusting
>And thrusting and thrusting and thrusting
>Redheart, already short of breath, buries her snout in the sheets, whimpering as she realizes how right she was earlier
>He's huge.
>Alright, perhaps that's an overstatement
>He's certainly not the longest
>Or have the widest flare
>In fact he doesn't even seem to have one at all
>Instead, he's simply large all the way around
>It's enough to make her hind legs wobble as he pounds into her
>She cums again on a particularly good stroke and clenches down as tight as she can
>This time, he follows suit, and Redheart sighs in relief

>The heat inside her body begins to subside to a more manageable level
>Certainly something she can handle
>So, pulling her muzzle from the mattress, she takes a deep breath of air and smiles
"All right, thank you very much for a wonderful night. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll head downstairs."
>Only, her partner doesn't move
>Correction, he does move
>Back and forth
>A snort of surprise escapes the nurse's lips as she ground back into the bed, her words of inquiry quickly muffled
>Questions of why, how and what are quickly drowned out by the ceaseless pounding of his body against her flank
>And it's quite quickly joined by her own delighted moans
>Red can feel her flanks beginning to tense, her body tightening as it responds to the repeated hammering affections of her partner
>It's going to bruise something terrible, but the mare honestly can't bring herself to care
>Wait, scratch that
>It's not that she can't bring herself to care
>It's that, at some point, she found herself wanting it
>The roughness that other ponies are so afraid of and the doctors so hesitant to work around outside of the office
>She can't get enough of it
>A weak laugh escapes her throat as her body shudders
"Ah, you're an animal. You don't care about how I feel, do you?"
>No response, not that the mare had come to expect anything different from her partner
>So, she just rolls with it
"You're just a creature in pursuit of your own pleasure, all you're interested in is getting what you want."
>The grunts from behind spur her further onward, her pony pussy pulsing with delight as the situation falls further out of control
"You just can't get enough of battering me, can you? You're just aAAHHH!"
>The cry is a mix of pain and pleasure as one hand leaves her flank and instead makes itself at home in her mane
>At least, before tugging back on it roughly, forcing the mare's head up towards the ceiling

>The stale, heated air of the mattress is replaced with the cool, almost bitingly fresh taste above
>Mixed with the continued tugging on her man, it's enough to make Redheart's eyes begin to roll back into her head
"Oh, that's it, that's it, you beast. Ravage me until there's nothing left."
>Another mini-orgasm causes her to lapse into silence, struggling for air as the creature continues to give sharp tugs on her mane
>When she can finally speak again, her voice is tried, strained, barely there
"B-Break me down."
>She whispers, biting her lower lip as tears sting at her eyes
"Until I'm no longer a nurse, just a mare. A mare in heat, waiting to get bred."
>There's that odd response again which causes Redheart to smile.
"You understand that much at least, right? Breeding? You want to knock me up with a foal?"
>Either because of the words or his own approaching orgasm, the creature begins pounding her harder
>And that just makes the white mare's heart thud away in excitement
"That's it then. You want to ruin all my plans and make me just like every other mare in town; heavy, swollen, impossibly pregnant."
>She pauses to catch her breath before grinning at the headboard
"Well do it, I don't care. Flood every inch of my womb until my egg is swimming in it. Fuck me pregnant!"
>And that's when the liquid heat fills her body again
>The tension releases limbs from her at once as she cries out, going limp save for his steadying hand in her mane and on her flank
>There's also the matter of the shaft holding her up like a ventriloquist's puppet
>But really, that doesn't seem to matter anymore
>After all, it may as well be part of her at this point
>The rest of her time passes in a haze
>Lots of firework orgasms as she's driven to the edge and back over and over
>Eventually, the nurse simply collapses on the bed and lets her partner have his way with her

>It's a welcome eternity before he finally pulls out and Redheart drops like a sack of potatoes
>She doesn't even make it to the mattress before she finally gives in to the exhaustion
>When she awakens again, it's already morning
>She shamefully shuffles out of the room and down to the ground floor
>The old mare gives her a smile and wink
>"You liked the special?"
>Redheart gulps, averting her eyes
"He was, adequate."
>The mare frowns but nods
>"Then, next time I will find you another, okay?"
"No!"
>Coughing, the nurse forces a smile
"I just meant that he was a good fit."
>The old mare chuckles and nods her head.
>"See you soon then."
"We'll see. You know I don't come around that often."
>"See you soon."
>The old mare repeats herself, sending a tremor down Red's spine
>Like it or not, she's probably right.
>The pink maned pony hurries out into the street
>Halfway to the hospital, he flank starts stinging
>She can't help but smile as she blushes at the memories of last night
>And, awkwardly enough, struggles to contain the sudden surge of heat behind her tail.