So uh…which one controls the body..?

@Erosthanatos
 
On a side note…
 
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@Erosthanatos  
Oh my fucking god, I need this.

@Background Pony #2A24
 
Okay! :3

@Step-chan  
That is weird.  
But oh well. If it lasts for longer than a normal POMF would, then come back here, and our dear Nurses Screw will be happy to check it out for you.

@Background Pony #2A24
 
It’s going “boo….” like a ghost. :D

@Step-chan  
What’s so weird about it?

I have the weirdest most spookiest POMF at the moment.

@Erosthanatos  
A____, Top “Unf~”

I just wrote a story!
 

 
It should be time, now.
 
Click goes the lock.
 
Creeeeeak goes the opening door.
 
And in comes Nurse Screw with your “medicine”, contained in a syringe.
 
Other times, your patchwork nurse would come in to give you food or allow you your daily bathroom visit. The sight of the needle in her slender, delicate looking hands however, dashed your hopes of avoiding another “treatment”, to your reluctantly mixed feelings.
 
Briefly distracting yourself, you looked up and down Nurse Screw, initially eyeing the stitches that seemed to keep her otherwise voluptuous body together. Her smile would always widen a bit when your gaze fell to the sizable gap in the top of her nurse gown, where her sizable breasts showed a modest amount of cleavage as well as a bit of areola peeking out.
 
To be honest, with the constant isolation and her as your only company, Nurse Screw seemed cute. Very attractive, even. But you were certain that was partly the Stockholm Syndrome that made you slowly endear yourself to your chipper captor.
 
Nevertheless, you did what you always did when she came in to “treat” you, regardless of the same outcome. You tried to push her away, kicking and grunting while she merely pouted at your futile defiance, as if treating you as a child flailing in resistance to a needed vaccination.
 
Nurse Screw even seemed to posesses the kind of uncannily overwhelming strength you would normally expect from a frankenstein monster, despite her otherwise lithe looking body. Fighting her off or trying to escape was always an impossibility no matter how hard you struggled, and the needle would inevitably prick your skin.
 
That special sedative always coursed through your veins so quickly, dulling your thoughts and skyrocketing your libido in no time. The only thing you could focus on was the patchwork beauty in front of you, and how she would eagerly descend to the ground and prostrate herself in preparation as she gleefully laid eyes on the twitching bulge in your hospital gown.
 
She insisted it was part of your much-needed “rehabilitation”. At this point, you long stopped pondering what she meant.
 
Laying back onto the soft ground, Nurse Screw’s dripping nethers were easily revealed due to a lack of anything under her nurse uniform. Your own engorged privates were also laid bare to her after a simple removal of your gown, and it met its mark plunging balls deep into her wet hole after hastily positioning your now naked self above her.
 
Nurse Screw held to you tight as you ceaselessly thrusted into her, feeling so warm and inviting in contrast to the otherwise cold isolation. Her insides practically begged to be coated with your seed every time they engulfed your dick, sometimes pushing a primal curiosity into your otherwise vacant mind to see if a body like hers could bear children. Especially with those big breasts of hers, that long since bounced out their loosely fitting covering to jiggle and shake freely.
 
You shuddered, grunted, groaned, and moaned as you plunged your manhood in and out of her hot snatch, inwardly shaming yourself for growing yet more addicted to Nurse Screw and her “treatment”. In your currently drug-addled state of mind, all you could focus on at the moment was the tight pussy lovingly squeezing, almost suckling your turgid manmeat.
 
The patchwork nurse on the other hand, simply looked at you with the same blushing, happy look as you slapped your hips into hers. Nurse Screw did look like she was enjoying herself, but in more like she was merely giving a crush or a loved one a hug. That didn’t stop her from planting the occasional kiss on your lips, or lapping away at your cheeks like an affectionate dog, the latter making you throb harder inside her. Before long, your climax had started to approach.
 
A rapidly rising pressure was building inside your loins and, strangely enough, a red flag had surfaced inside the thick haze in your head. Suddenly, you wanted desperately to stop, but your body refused to obey you. You wanted to shout your desire to stop before it was too late, but all that came out was more grunts and moans. Your peak was inching closer and closer, with every vigorous thrust into Nurse Screw.
 
Just as you were about to burst inside her wet snatch, you had just remembered exactly why fully giving in to the orgasmic pleasure this time would be your last conscious mistake before your cock had erupted, and everything screaming warnings at you in your head had went blank.
 
Rope after rope squirted into Nurse Screw, who simply held you tighter against her. You felt her hand rubbing the back of your head as she cooed, calmly taking in the sheer influx of semen pouring into her wet cunny. Little did you know, her end goal had been achieved.
 
Having been her “patient” for as long as you could remember, your last few “treatments” had started to drive you closer and closer to breaking via the inevitable orgasm, finding yourself more tempted to outright beg Nurse Screw to stay each time as you immediately missed her intoxicating warmth the moment your bodies separated. Instead, despite knowing she could and that she was more than willing to, you simply declined out of fear of your sanity deteriorating further and let her leave until the next time, allowing your body to grow almost uncomfortably cold in your solitary room.
 
Even the visits for food and bathroom breaks had given you some fulfillment just by being near her, despite just not being the same as full-on intimacy. Nurse Screw even remained chaste in her treatment of you outside the actual “treatments”, despite the fact that her very presence easily left you aroused.
 
But this time, she finally succeeded. Your mind was broken, splintering into fragments as you mindlessly returned Nurse Screw’s sloppy affections. Your lips and tongue covered her blushing, giggling face shortly before they intertwined with hers, and you couldn’t help but give a few humps into her lower body as you silently begged and pleaded for more.
 
You wanted her warmth. You needed her warmth.
 
And Nurse Screw was more than happy to provide.

this worries me

@Erosthanatos  
That sounds like quite an experience! I approve!

I woke up this morning with the flu (headache, sore throat, stuffy nose, all that shit) and I’m feeling terrible.  
So a new pic of my favorite nurse(s) is just the thing I needed to help me feel better.  
Plus her being composed of parts from two different ponies stitched together in a Frankenstein-esque manner makes her the perfect pony to post for Halloween/Nightmare Night too.

I want to imagine that the syringe is filled with a “mental sedative” and a potent aphrodisiac, so you’ll think of nothing but fucking Nurse Screw during the duration of its effects.