Celestia's Medic

"So... You were on the moon..."

"For a thousand years, yes." Luna said as she coughed another small puff of dust. "And moon rocks when ingested are poisonous. I would hate to ask this of you, you deserve some time off after saving my sister, but would it be possible for you to cure me? I know this is a bit short notice, but I don't think I can keep this a secret for much longer." She coughed again and a small stream of dust spilled from her mouth. She sputtered as she tried getting the bad taste off of her tongue, spitting it out and adding to the small pile in front of her.

Medic sighed as he rubbed his temples. He was sitting in Luna's room on a chair while she sat on her bed. The room was as he expected from the princess-of-the-night, mostly black, blue, and silver decorating the walls and furniture, even the fireplace had blue flames! There was a small pile of moon-dust on the floor where Luna's head would belch it up. Celestia was busy making preparations for the wedding, and she said something about her 'prized pupil' coming to the castle to oversee the preparations with her. Medic hadn't run into them yet, but he was hoping to see them after the wedding.

Unfortunately, he was asked to stay away from the service so Celestia could choose a good time to tell her subjects about him, giving him the next week or so to do whatever he wanted.

"I will see what I can do. How did you ingest moon rocks anyway?" He questioned.

Luna looked to the side, slightly ashamed. "W-well, I um, I was...." Medic looked sternly at her, unamused. "Alright fine. I'm not exactly the... quietest, of sleepers."

"Go on." He said, a small smirk growing on his face as he realized what she was saying.

"W-well, when I would breathe in, the moon dust would enter my lungs..." She finished quickly.

Medic had to keep his grin under control. "So, you got moon poisoning by snoring?" Luna nodded solemnly. Medic raised both of his hands, and in a very dramatic fashion, began clapping.

Very, very, slowly.

Luna looked up to him with a hurt and confused face, which turned to annoyance when she saw his grin and loosely held laughter. "Yes, yes. I was not the brightest. Now can we please do this, I need to get this over with soon, and I don't want Celestia to worry about me more than she does."

Medic stood up and straightened his coat. "I'm sure we could set up an appointment. How about in an hour or two, hmmm?"

Before Luna could answer, a guard came in. "My apologies princess, but I am here to give you an urgent message from Celestia."

Luna and Medic were both stunned by the guard. They both could tell something was wrong, guards never came in unless it was bad, and never spoke out of turn unless it was something really bad.

"Speak then." Luna said while wiping away the small amount of white dust from her face. Medic moved his wrist slightly and heard a small clicking noise. He kept his smirk hidden.

"My apologies, but she said that it was solely meant for you, Princess Luna." The guard said while giving a glance to Medic.

"It is fine, guard. The Medic can hear whatever it is that you have to tell me." Luna said calmly.

The guard stood still, staring at the Medic, sizing him up. "Alright then!" A single burst of green energy burst from his horn and hit Luna in the face, leaving the area covered in ash, but not burning her. Luna fell flat onto her bed, unconscious. Medic quickly flicked his wrist and a syringe came into his hand from his sleeve, ready to strike.

The guard was about to  fire another bolt when a large needle pierced his neck. He yelped as he felt a cooling sensation, followed by his head hitting the floor with a thud. He drooled as he joined the princess in slumber.

The medic left the syringe in the 'guard's' neck as he was engulfed in green flames. What was let behind was an odd insect-like pony, black chitin and webbed wings along with solid coloured, compound eyes. The Medic turned back to Luna and walked up to the side of her bed. He thought about how to wake her, and settled for the basic, and standard, way to rouse a patient.

He poked the side of her face.

Her face twitched slightly, but other than that nothing. He leaned down to her face to listen for her breathing. Soft snoring was heard. He chuckled slightly at her, admittedly cute, display. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and proceeded to wipe the ash from her face.

The Medic started cleaning the soot from her horn after her face was cleared. Her back leg twitched when he did. He raised an eyebrow and lightly brushed it again. Her leg jolted again and he heard her whimper slightly, pushing her head closer to his hand. He started to slowly stroke her horn, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. Luna's breath picked up as she started moving her head in her sleep, in tandem with his hand. The Medic figured that this was somehow a slightly sensitive spot, but he didn't know the result.

He brought his hand away and took of his red glove, putting it in his pocket. He opted for lightly rubbing the tip, to see if it had the same result. If anything, it produced even better results, her breath caught and she moaned happily, her hind legs bucking slightly. He picked up the pace and her whimpers continued and her tail coiled around her legs as they bucked.

After a few moment her quickly grabbed the tip, abruptly stopping what he was doing and applying some pressure. Her entire body froze as she moaned one last time. The Medic looked down to where her legs were to see a small stream of liquid spilling out onto the bed from her.

His eyes widened and face heated up as he pulled his hand away. 'So, the horn is apparently very sensitive... Not in the way I expected.'

The Medic opted to walk slowly away as he thought about what had just happened, not letting his eyes leave her. 'So, I've essentially sexually assaulted a princess while she was sleeping.... Excellent.' He thought sarcastically.

Luna slowly opened her eyes, a small smile gracing her lips. She turned to the Medic with a half lidded gaze. "That was very...enjoyable, but next time I must ask that you give me some notice before hoof." She said in a sultry voice.

"Uh... You know what happened?" He stammered.

She laughed lightly. "I am the princess of the night, and as such, I don't sleep the same way others do. Consider it like having an out-of-body-experience. I can still feel what happens to my body, but I cannot interact with the waking world." She laughed slightly again as she rolled onto her side. "Besides, you're not bad when it comes to, satisfying a mare."

The Medic was stunned. "Uh, hehe. Well, erm, I will see you for your curing... thing."

"Yes of course. In a few hours correct? I would hate to miss our session." She said seductively.

The Medic's mind went into overdrive as he thought about what to say. He caught sight of the insect-pony and thought of an excuse. "Actually, I need to see about this... thing!" He said quickly as he picked up the creature and slung it over his shoulder. "Things to test and... stuff." He chuckled slightly. "Anyway, I should be going... Testing to do and..." He looked around the room, trying desperately to think of something. "Stuff. Come by tomorrow!"

He quickly walked out of the room, his face bright red and eyes wide. Luna giggled to herself as she stood and went to her bathroom. 'I wonder if Celestia would share him? He's cute when he is flustered.' She thought as she stepped into her shower.

The Medic spent his time with the creature. It hadn't woken up yet, and that was perfect. He had performed some reconstruction surgery to his old 'friend', whom he kept in his fridge. It didn't matter to him that he would be emptying the space in the fridge, he had a new occupant waiting.

The Blu Spy woke up with a groan. His head pounded as he swore to himself and opened his eyes. His ancient nemesis, the Red Medic, stood near him, he was about the height of his crotch. Spy sneered at him. "What do you want now?" He asked in his usual french accent.

"Oh, and here I thought you would be happy!" He said with disturbing glee. "I just gave you a gift after all!"

The Spy raised an eye brow and moved his head around, looking for his gift. "What gift?"

The Medic smiled and pulled something from his pocket. He tossed the object to the spy, who caught it with a black, holed hoof.

The Spy's eyes lit up like a bonfire, and his scream echoed through most of the castle.

"What is this! What did you do?!" He yelled, both accusingly and happily.

"I switched your brain for the brain of this bug thing." The Medic said nonchalantly. "He won't need his body anyway. Mirror?"

The Spy nodded and the Medic brought out a full body mirror as tall as the Medic.

The spy looked over his body and face. "What kind of horse fucked an insect while eating cheese?" He asked as he checked his body over. He looked over the blue chitin that matched his old suit, and his light green webbing that he had for a mane and wings. He snarled at the mirror and inspected his new fangs. He tested his thin wings and struggled to get them to moved much. He poked his horn slightly and felt a jolt of energy run down him.

"Like it?" The Medic said, leaning on the mirror as he grinned down to the Spy.

The Spy wanted to tell him off, but he thought about his answer carefully. After a moment he decided. "YES!" He yelled as he trapped the Medic in a back-breaking hug. "THANK YOU DOCTOR! I HAVE BEEN TRAPPED IN THAT FRIDGE FOR YEARS!"

"I think I would know." The Medic wheezed out. "Happy I kept you alive now?"

The Spy released him and nodded vigorously. The Spy turned his attention back to the object passed to him, it was his Invis watch. He strapped it to his hoof and tested it. "Can you see me doctor?"

"Ja." He said with a smirk. "I switched the adapter in your watch, I can tell you're there, and invisible to everyone else. Don't want you sneaking behind me now would we?"

The Spy's mood dropped slightly, but returned soon after. "That would be debatable. But I suppose we could put our differences behind us, considering I caught a glimpse of that large white horse talking, I assume we aren't in the Badlands anymore, and therefore not exactly being paid to kill each other."

"Agreed. Would you like some tea before the insect wakes up?"

"I would, thank you. Although I do have a question."

The Medic hummed in response as he poured some hot water into a teapot  from the stove within his surgery room.

"Can I get a suit?" He said, bringing his legs closer together.

The Medic poured two cups and walked back. He handed the Spy a cup and pulled a chair from a desk for himself as the Spy sat on his haunches. The Medic chuckled as he answered. "I am the new 'Royal Physician', I could put an order in for you."

The Spy had to hold in his tea from exiting his mouth shock. He stared at the Medic incredulously. "What."