Dwarf in Equestria Chapter 6

[Redheart Perspective]
>You wake up in your bed, with a sore hoof and a familiar smell in the room.
>You groan, and roll over onto your chest, tiredly staring at the headboard of your bed.
>The touch of your hoof is nothing like a stallion.
>No matter what you do, no matter how hard you play with yourself, not even if you use some 'tools'  to help you, it will never feel as good as a stallion's member.
>Memories of the last time you had one flash through your mind.
>You bite your lip, and try to shake the thoughts out of your head.
>You still have work, after all.
>Sighing heavily, you slide out of bed.
>You trot over to the shower, irritated at the fact that you have nopony to help you with your heat.
>Not even a mare for moral support.
>Or less than moral support.
>You giggle slightly at your own little joke.
>Standing in your shower, you set the temperature to the -exact- one you like.
>Melting under the stream of water, you sigh happily as it washes the various fluids and dirt away.
>It feels incredibly good, and your mind begins to wander.
>Although your hoof is a good way to stave off the worst inclinations of lust, your thoughts can't help but turn to the oddly small minotaur under your care.
>You recall all the facts you stated yesterday, and involuntarily shiver at the thought of his touch.
>Being that heat made every mare that experienced it super sensitive, the brief moment when his paw touched your hoof felt heavenly.
>There is one thing you forgot.
>The species barrier.
>He can...relieve your urges for the rest of your heat...
>And you won't get pregnant!
>Oh, how it would feel to have it happen inside!
>And because of the sensitivity....
>You start to drool at the imagined feeling of the release inside you.
>Some part of your mind snaps awake, and decides to stop your lust-addled descent of your thoughts.
>By turning off the hot water.
>Yelping, you fumble for the hot water knob, turning it back up to a comfortable level again.
>Taking a couple of shaky breaths, you shudder at the realisation of how fast your thoughts turned to lewdity.
>This heat is going to be the worst yet...
>And your heat is gonna last the rest of this month!
>A whole two weeks!
>You can't see yourself lasting throughout the period of time.
>Wait a moment...
>The 'dwarf'...if you convinced him...
>You wouldn't HAVE to last...
>But you can't do it in the hospital, otherwise you risk getting fired.
>You snort, frustrated, but then realise.
>He's being released in one week...
>And your heat lasts two weeks, yet.
>Smiling at your own less-than-appropriate intentions, you begin to formulate a plan.
>Now, he doesn't seem to be used to your kind.
>And there isn't any mention of HIS kind in any history that you know of.
>You'll have to 'convince' him.
>You're briefly grateful that your friends gave you...lessons...in the art of seduction.
>They will help out alot.
>Shutting off your shower, you step out of it and take a towel of the rack nearby.
>You dry yourself off, and go to your dresser and mirror combo.
>Running over the supplies you require, you snicker to yourself as you begin the preparations.
>If you know stallions, and you think you do, he won't be able to last against your efforts.
>You hum to yourself as you get the first tool out.
>...
[Anon Perspective]
[30 minutes later]
>You slowly open your eyes, arriving once again in the material realm.
>You don't really have dreams anymore, and if you do, they are usually visions.
>Most of the sleep you have is an imagination of The Pool of Mirrors.
>But you don't mind it, because random dreams are just distractions.
>Paying attention to the world in your waking state of mind, you shift slightly.
>Your ribs are still bruised, and you have the capacity to use your Ki to heal them, but...
>You feel that your spirit is still drained from the healing yesterday.
>And fighting that...what was it...Timberwolf Alpha.
>Both of them drained you heavily, so you need some time to recover.
>You think that meditating would help, and would do that, but Redheart trots into the room.
>Now you can't even go back to sleep.
>Oh well.
>You turn to Redheart, and pause.
>You raise an eyebrow.
>Well then.
>It's obviously Redheart, but as you've never seen her before.
>Not that you've seen her alot, but still.
>She still had the nurses cap on, but her mane was let down, giving her a more...inviting look.
>Trailing your eyes over her form, you notice the small amount of eyeshadow she has on, and also the eyeliner.
>Also, she appears to have groomed her coat, giving it a luster it didn't have before.
>Returning your eyes towards her face, as is only proper while speaking to someone, she has a coy smile on her face.
>"Good morning, Anon."
>Whoa, you weren't expecting her voice to be like that.
>It reminds you of the Holy Brew the brewmasters of your monastery...well, brewed.
>Smooth as a rock, brushed with a stream for ages, until your hand merely glided over it.
"Good mornin', lass."
>She giggles, and trots over to you.
>"Did you sleep well?"
>You smell a slight trace of flowers as she approaches.
"Aye, I did lass."
>She continues to walk closer, and reaches the side of your bed.
>"Well, that's good. I did too...so, do you need anything this morning?"
>There is something behind those words that you can't quite decipher.
>But it makes you feel on edge.
>Thinking for a moment, you realise the perfect thing.
"Well, lass...there is one thing."
>She leans in, and exhales audibly.
>Her breath smells like cinnamon, and you shudder involuntarily and impercetibly.
>"Yes...? What would that be....?"
>You berate yourself mentally.
>Damn it all to hell, you're a monk!
>She shouldn't be having this effect on you!
>Thinking quickly, you say the first thing that comes to mind.
"Well, I haven't had breakfast yet. Would ye mind gettin' me somethin' to eat?"
>She smiles, and leans back.
>"Stallions...always thinking with their stomachs...or other parts..."
>She turns around, and trots towards the door.
>This time, unlike the last ones, you notice the sway in her hips.
>Your heart jumps a beat, and she looks over her shoulder towards you.
>"I'll be back soon...don't go anywhere~"
>And with that, she walks out of the door.
>It swings shut, and closes with a muted click.
>You release a breath you didn't even know you were holding in.
>Slumping back into your bed, you sigh heavily.
>Why was she having such an effect on you?
>You're a monk, you shouldn't be having these urges!
>Looking towards the window, you remember the last time you gave in to them.
>It was a little Felim minx that broke your shell.
>You remember how insistent you were about your feelings, but she kept on prodding your defenses.
>Eventually, she wormed her way into your heart.
>For a time, things were nice.
>And the sex, Oh Kols, the sex!
>It felt...good, to not have to adhere to the strict rules of your monastery.
>But then, the monks found out.
>They shunned you and your actions, declaring that you weren't fit to be one of them anymore.
>And the felim minx saw how much it was tearing you apart.
>She...went to the monks, professed she was a wizard that put you under her spell...and...
>No, it hurts too much to think about it.
>After that happened, they admitted you into it, and expressed sympathy at being under a spell.
>You scoff.
>The only spell you were under was one of love...
>Breaking out of your reverie, you realise that Redheart is back in the room.
>And she has a tray full of food on it.
>Shoving your feelings aside, you smile slightly.
"Ah, thank ye lass."
>She places the tray over your waist, and trots backwards, and sits down on her flank.
>"No problem, Anon."
>She does that same sly smile again.
>She smiles just like your minx...
>You can't look at her anymore, so you turn your attentions to your food, devouring it rapidly.
>This morning, it's pancakes and some toast, buttered and jellied, with something to drink on the side.
>You're confused at it's appearance, as orange is not a healthy color for a drink, and you look to Redheart.
>She cocks her head quizzically at you not drinking the oddly coloured liquid in the cup.
>You clear your throat, and speak up.
"Erm...lass, what be this?"
>She deadpans, and quirks an eyebrow.
>"You...don't know what that is?"
>You shake your head.
>Realising that you weren't joking, her eyes widen briefly, before turning to the coy position they were at earlier.
>"It's orange juice. Freshly squeezed, too!"
>You look at it, and decide that it wouldn't hurt to try.
>Also, note to self: Find out what an orange is.
>You find the drink...tart, and very tangy.
>It far surpasses tea in the way of taste.
>Not that you still wouldn't drink tea, but this is pretty good.
>You smack your lips on the taste.
>She giggles at your actions, and takes the tray off of the bed.
>Trotting towards the door, she stops, as if realising that she still has to say something.
>She sets down the tray slowly.
>Very, very, slowly.
>You feel unconfortable.
>In a certain area.
>You shift, trying to rid yourself of that feeling.
>She appears to notice, only making that smile grow on her face.
>"Now, if you need anything, and I mean ANYTHING at all, don't hesitate to ask~"
>She picks up the tray, slowly again, and starts to walk out of the room, the door closing behind her.
>You flop down into the bed again.
>Oh Kols this is gonna be a long week.
[Redheart Perspective]
>You set the tray down next to the sink, giggling to yourself.
>Oh, the look on his face!
>You're going to have to thank Colgate for those lessons.
>He may be a minotaur, but he reacts just like a stallion!
>This is gonna be easier than you thought!
>Now, you can't get him during this week, because there are rules in the hospital...
>But, that's why you're dedicating this week to seducing him until you have him under your hoof!
>And if all goes well...
>You'll have your heat relieved in no time!
>Now, what to do from now...
>A nurse gets your attention.
>"The mares from yesterday are back to visit 'Anon', they said."
>You tap your chin with a hoof, feigning thought.
"I...suppose they can visit. I'll go and get them."
>The nurse nods, and trots off.
>You sigh.
>This 'Anon' character, will be yours by next week.
>Trotting down the halls, you can't help but feel a bit guilty.
>Some mares say that stallions shouldn't be treated as objects.
>And you would agree with them, but you NEED a stallion right now.
>You don't like doing this, but it's either that....
>Or deal with the aftermath of not having your heat satisfied.
>And nopony likes that.
>Shoving your thoughts aside, you greet the mares, and lead them to the room where the mino- 'Dwarf', your correct yourself, lays.
>This is going to be a fun week.
[Anon Perspective]
>The girls came and visited you again today, bringing a whole onslaught of questions.
>Still, they distracted you from your bad memories.
>But you still felt Redheart's gaze on you the entire time.
>It made you feel nervous, just like when you met your little minx...
>You don't like being reminded of her, because it eventually leads to the painful conclusion.
>But, you managed to power through them.
"...and that's why we Dorfs love the stone so much."
>Twilight blinks, and finishes up her scribbles.
>After she is done, she looks up to you and smiles.
>"Thank you Anon!"
>You nod, and look towards the window.
>The sun is setting, the visit from the ponies taking a lot more time than you thought it would.
>Not that that is a bad thing, though.
>Redheart speaks up.
>"I'm afraid visiting hours are over, girls. You'll have to come back tomorrow."
>A chorus of 'Aww's' breaks out, but they comply.
>You snap, getting Pinkie's attention.
>She bounces over to you, and stops at the side of your bed.
>You lean over, and start to whisper into her ear.
"Alright, Pinkie, I need you to do me a favor."
>She giggles, rotating her ear.
>"Hehe, that tickles! But, what did you need?"
>You roll your eyes, and continue to whisper.
"I dinnae think I can make it through this week without somethin' to drink. Could you help me out?"
>She blinks, and nods exaggeratingly.
>"Sure! What do you want, water, milk, juice, tea..."
>She continues to list a multitude of beverages.
>You think she says something along the lines of 'Soda', but you dismiss it.
>Shaking your head, you continue to speak.
"No, lass. I mean, Ale."
>She looks quizzically at you.
"You know, alchohol. Beer. Cider. Whiskey. Anything like that?"
>She shakes her head.
>"Nope! No can do! Sick ponies aren't supposed to have fun juice!"
>Redheart leans in the room.
>"Come on Pinkie, you have to leave now!"
>"Alright! See ya tomorrow, Nonny!"
>You frown.
>What a cruel pony, keeping a dwarf from his ale.
>And Nonny?
>Is that a nickname?
>Sighing, you lay back down in your bed.
>Dealing with a nurse with questionable intentions, with no ale to drink.
>You tap your fingers on the side of your bed, and Redheart walks in.
>She speaks with you for a while, before turning to leave the room.
>As she walks towards the door, she turns her head to look at you one last time, dropping a wink.
>"See you tomorrow, Anon. Sweet dreams~"
>And she leaves the room for the final time that day.
>Relaxing into your bed, you try to shake off the feelings of awkwardness.
>For the love of Kols, you shouldn't be feeling this way!
>She's an animal, for Kols sake!
>Looking towards the window, you start to watch the moon rise.
>But if they were animals, why do they act so damn human?
>Thinking about it just makes you more distressed, so you try to cease doing that.
>Either way, you're not going to do anything with Redheart.
>You've learned your lesson.
>Sleep does not come easy this night.