The Nurse and the Bug

Vector was roused from his sleep by a gentle hand shaking him slightly. He yawned and stretched his stiff arms. Before the poor stallion could even open his eyes, his lips were caught in a surprise kiss. Vector’s eyes snapped open as a deep blush ignited across his face. It was then that he noticed who it was that had locked lips with him.

Tender’s eyes were closed as she took advantage of the previously unsuspecting changeling’s lips. She gently placed her hands against his chest and pushed down on him, pinning him beneath her as she climbed on top of him.

The shocked changeling soon calmed once he began feeling the strong stream of love energy flow into him, filling his heart with warmth. Vector half closed his eyes and reached up to caress Tender’s slim sides.

Tender moaned softly and blushed. She gently rubbed her hands up Vector’s chest and neck, before running her hands through his mane.

Vector wrapped his arms around Tender and pulled her down on top of him. Tender squeaked and opened her eyes at Vector. Her surprised reaction gave him the chance to slip his long tongue into her mouth and coil around her own. Her eyes rolled back as the odd sensation made her shiver.

The predator in Vector began to hunger, driving him to run his hands lower down Tender’s body, striving for her many pleasure points, but his greedy claws were stopped by a rough binding spell.

Vector broke the kiss and struggled against it. “Owowowowowowowowow! Ok, ok! I get it! Too far!”

Tender giggled and released his wrists. “Good boy. Now we can be friends again.”

The changeling rubbed his wrist as it throbbed. “Jeez… Can’t you be just a little more gentle?”

“Oh, stop whining. I thought you were used to this kind of stuff.” She teased.

“I am, but not from somepony I have an emotional attachment to. Especially considering that you’re pretty much the only one sense…” Vector trailed off and looked away.

Tender frowned. “I know, Vector.” She gently brushed her hand across his cheek. “But hay, you have me now. I’m sorry I kept you waiting for an answer.”

Vector blushed. “You mean…”

The mare smiled. “Yep!”

“Then we’re…”

“Yep.”

“C-can I…”

“Nope.”

Vector blinked. “But…”

Tender placed a finger against his lips. “Shhhh… Don’t spoil the mood. We’ll get to the more intense stuff when you prove you can be a good coltfriend. Plus your leg is still recovering.”

“Speaking of that, how is it doing?”

“Last time I checked, it had healed properly. It’s just the bruised and torn muscles that have to heal and recover now.” Tender replied.

Vector sighed and cuddled against Tender, nuzzling her soft fur. “I should heal just fine thanks to all the love I’m being served every day. You’d make a perfect mate…”

“Flattery still isn’t going to get you in my pants any sooner, lover boy.”

The changeling rolled his eyes. “Maybe I wouldn’t be like that if you weren’t so grossed out about a male relieving his sexual tensions in your home, especially somepony like me.”

Tender groaned. “It’s not that, Vector. I just don’t want you doing it and not, you know… cleaning up.”

“Woman, I do have standards you know. I’m not that primitive.” Vector shot back, sounding offended.

She narrowed her eyes down at Vector. “Fine. But if I see one stain, no pain pills for a week.”

“A week!? You can’t be serious!”

Tender giggled. “I’m not. I’m perfectly fine with you being a stallion in… our… home.”

Once again, Vector was caught off guard by this mare. Suddenly it was his home now too? What was with her? And no matter what, he was attracted to her. Thoughts of Tender would fill his head at least once per day. Was he in love? Maybe he was. There was only one way he could think of to test it. Vector reached up and gently held Tender’s chin and gazed into her eyes. A bright spark jolted through his chest as he spoke. “I… think I love you.”

Tender pushed his hand away and lied her head on vector’s warm chest, nuzzling into him. “Then prove it when you get better.” She said quietly.

Vector smiled. He silently did a victory dance in his head as he wrapped his arms back around Tender and cuddled her.

“Vector! I thought I told you not to try and walk on it!” Tender yelled in exasperation as she ran into the living room from her place in the kitchen. Previously she had been refilling the pill bottle she had given Vector to use. It was so she could keep track of when he was taking his pills and when he was taking too much. She kept a larger bottle locked away where the mischievous changeling couldn’t get to it.

Vector groaned and rubbed his sore head as he lied there on the floor, the ceiling spinning above him. “You put my crutches too far out of reach…”

The mare sighed as she knelt down next to the fallen changeling to examine him for injuries. “Sorry about that. Must have forgotten to put them back after helping you stretch your leg muscle.”

“That still hurts like Tartarus, by the way.”

“You’re such a foal.”

“A foal you know damn well you love.”

Tender couldn’t help but giggle at that. She shook her head and blushed slightly as she helped her silly stallion back up onto the sofa. She then handed Vector his crutches. “Next time, just ask for them. You’re temporarily crippled, remember?”

Vector crossed his eyes on purpose. “I just don’t know what went wrong…”

She laughed harder and playfully pushed Vector into the cushion. “Oh, stop being silly, you big foal.”

The changeling joined in on the laughter, until a firm knock sounded at the door. They both froze and snapped their attention to it.

“Were you expecting anypony?” Vector whispered. He began to worry a little when Tender replied with a shake of her head.

“I can wait in my room until they’re gone. I can’t fully change my form yet, so it would be pointless for me to stay out in the open.”

Tender nodded in agreement. “Yeah… I’ll come tell you when it’s safe.”

With that, the crippled changeling grabbed his crutches and began limping to his bedroom just as another, more frantic knock sounded at the door, making them both jump. It wasn’t until Tender was sure that Vector’s door was good and locked when she finally ran to open the door.

She suddenly wished she hadn’t.

“Hello, pony freak.” The deep voice of a strong mare growled as the sharpened point of a dagger was shoved roughly up against Tender’s throat. It was done hard enough to make her look up so she couldn’t see her attackers.

Tender swallowed as fear began to ride up her spine. She did her best not to show it, but her slight trembling may have given it away.

The blade was pushed harder against her flesh, drawing warm blood from where it made contact. “You have ten seconds to tell me where Vector is, before I make your neck smile from ear-to-ear.”