Title:           Canterlot High is somewhat unique in the makeup of its student body. Students be
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 16th of February 2016 10:08:11 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 16th of February 2016 10:08:11 PM CDT

Canterlot High is somewhat unique in the makeup of its student body. Students begin attending right around their twelfth or thirteenth year, and remain in the care of the school until graduation. As such, their are a multitude of clubs and offerings for teenagers of all stripes. So while Photo Finish may spring to mind as the resident shutterbug of CHS, there is one young man who might give her a run for her money.
 
If he can stay on his feet that is.
 
"Hmm, now how did you manage this?" Nurse Redheart muses, placing a single nail against Featherweight's knee and giving it a gentle touch. The boy winces, the increasingly purple bruise budding on his knee throbbing in time with the beating of his heart.
 
"Just a nick," the barely teenage boy tries to assure the nurse with his uncertain smile "I wanted to get some aerial shots for the Drama's latest exhibition and had a bit of a tumble."
 
Redheart tuts and shakes her head as she sighs. "I swear, it seems like you're coming in banged up somehow every other week now." The wheels on her chair purr as she rolls away, leaving the young boy on the plush, overstuffed bed with his pain. An attempt to bend his knee sends his face contorting, Featherweight biting down on his tongue to keep from crying out at the sudden, sharp sensation in his body.
 
"I wouldn't, if I were you," the nurse warns, gathering her things before rolling back. Even though she's taken on a chiding tone, there's a pleasant smirk resting on her lips. "Believe me, it's adorable that you think you're a tough guy, but in situations like these it's better to just let me do my work."
 
And quick work she does, placing a sturdy but soft pillow under his knees, forcing them a fair distance up into the air before applying and securing a bag of ice to his knee with a stiff bandage. His face twitches again at the sudden onslaught of cold and physical tightness, but it quickly passes and he's able to breathe again.
 
 
Reaching out, Redheart strokes a bit of the boy's hair out of his face and smiles. "There, that should help with most of your major troubles. You'll be back on your feet in no time, I'm sure." Even still, her nail sides along his forehead, then down his cheek as she sighs. "You really are quite the adorable little klutz, you know."
 
Featherweight gulps, bobbing his head slowly as the diminutive nurse continues to touch and eventually cradle his cheek against her fingers. A breathless feeling rumbles up from the boy's lungs, and as he gasps for air, his voice rises with it. "Can, can I have the usual today, too?"
 
The nurse does little to hide her delight as her eyes take on a mischievous sparkle. "Oh, the usual, is it?" she asks. "My, my, maybe I was right about you purposefully getting yourself into situations where you might get hurt." Even with the teasing tone, Featherweight struggles to swallow as he watches Nurse Redheart reach into her jacket and begin massaging her breast. "Do you really want it that badly?"
 
The boy can't work up enough spit to wet his lips to respond, so he simply nods. That's good enough for the amorous aide as she slides off her jacket and bares her overfilled black bra to the world. Breastflesh bulges around the cups, Redheart making a show of sliding her fingers along her exposed cleavage.
 
"It's been a while since I did some shopping, I should probably bribe Cheeri into going out this weekend," she murmurs to herself before shooting the boy a smirk. "But my patients seem to respond so much better when they have an idea of how swollen I really am."
 
After a moment of blind groping, the bra comes off with ease, the undeniable udders falling heavily towards her middle as the nurse breathes a sigh of relief. She motions him closer with a crook of her finger, and Featherweight drags his hind end across the sheets until he's nestled with his head inside the small woman's arms.
 
"Can I?" he asks, the expectation in his voice mirrored as well in his eyes.
 
 
"Drink up," the nurse assures him, and then closes her eyes and purrs as the boy turns his full attention to the thick teat in front of him. A wonderful, womanly feeling rumbles through Redheart's entire body as the young photographer nurses away, her milk spilling quickly past his eager lips.
 
Cradling Featherweight's head to her chest, the nurse lingers in the sound of suckling that fills the office for several minutes before finally opening her eyes and smiling. "Good boy," she chuckles, reaching down and unbuttoning his pants. "This really is the best way to make a busybody like you stay still, isn't it?"
 
Teasing his already encouraged erection, Nurse Redheart gives a dreamy sigh as the now whimpering boy breaks away from her nipple, pants to catch his breath, and then moves straight on to the next one. Such a good little patient, this one. By the time her other breast is approaching empty, she's already edged him twice, leaving Featherweight a squirmy, needy mess.
 
"Please," he murmurs into her chest. "Please, that, that's enough, right?"
 
"Maybe," the nurse smirks, "I'll consider it if you agree to come see me sometime when you're not banged up."
 
The boy doesn't miss a beat. "I'll come," he insists, going to repeat himself for emphasis, "I'll c-"
 
With a rather deft slip of her hand, Redheart slides her fingers all the way down Featherweight's shaft and cradles his balls. The boy freezes, then gasps as she presses up with just the right amount of force to spend his spunk surging up through his shaft. Redheart's gloved hands slide up as well, cupping around the head and staining the silk covering with an excessive load of boy cream.
 
The exhausted photographer slumps against the bed, Nurse Redheart waiting a few seconds before removing her hand and giving him a gentle pat with her clean glove. "Sleep now," she assures him, "things will be better when you wake up."
 
 
With her patient placated, Redheart moves away from the bed, taking time to lick her dirtied glove and smirk. The young ones really do have their own unique taste, and well worth working out. Sliding off the soiled silk, she reaches for a notepad in her desk, making a few notes on the consistency, texture, and taste.
 
Featherweight: another name on a long list of the boys of CHS that Nurse Redheart has 'attended' to.