“I’m telling you, you really should give it a shot.”
“And I’m telling you, those things never work out. It’s always some creep or weirdo or something bad that’s waiting on the other side.”
The conversation taking place was almost habitual for its two participants, the location being found within the wandering, white hallways of Ponyville’s hospital. It was a slow day for the medical facility, something that bid good tidings for all present, both doctor and patient. For the patients, it meant a simple day of resting and recovery, with no worry of rampaging dragons, invading armies, catastrophic Armageddon-esque events; one might dare call it “normal” even. For the doctors, it was simply routine checkups and updates on patients. This also permitted them the rare chance to be something other than the stoic, knowledgeable ponyfolk they’re recognized as: they got to be social.
“Red, why are you so stiff about trying to date? You make it sound like you don’t want a stallion!” Nurse Sweetheart exclaimed.
Redheart looked over at the light pink nursemare beside her with a sigh. “It’s not that, Sweetie. It’s complicated.”
Sweetie adjusted her bun of purple and white atop her head, the pencil perked behind her ear shifting slightly from the touchup. “You always say that too! Look at Tenderheart and Stable! They got together ages ago, and they did that on a chance!” she pointed out.
The white mare sat her clipboard down on a nearby counter as the pair paused at a desk. The intern who was designated for the area was off to the side, busying herself with various folders of patients. “They also wound up like that due to a drunken fling at last year’s Hearth’s Warming party. One I attended with you and wound up helping you stumble home when you had too many shots of eggnog.” She reminded her as she rubbed at her face. Redheart hadn’t slept well last night, an occurrence of late in this mild spring season thus far. A strong batch of coffee and a light breakfast had helped, but the point remained that she’d much rather have a good night’s rest.
“Oh…well, I was in the mood for shots!” Sweetheart defended herself weakly. “And don’t distract me! When was the last time you went out and snagged a stallion, huh?” she asked, making Redheart shift uncomfortably at the personal question.
“Gee, Sweetheart, aren’t you the crusader for hearts today?” she remarked sharply, making the pinkish nursemare sweatdrop. “You’re lucky we’re friends. It’s been awhile, sure. I just figure nopony’s interested in a worn out mare like myself.” She gestured to herself in her basic nurse getup; something she’d grown accustomed enough to that putting it on was almost like adapting a second skin.
“Well, that’s a crock if I ever heard one!” Sweetheart protested immediately. “The only worn out mare I know is Granny Smith and even she still gets up to things for mares 30 years her junior!”
Redheart’s only reply was a raised eyebrow at this information. “You realize you just gave me the mental image of Granny Smith trying to be flirtatious?”
A cringe passed through Sweetheart before she sighed in exasperation. “Come on, Red! Just let me put in an ad for you. I promise, it’ll be fun! You even get to see who it is before you go to meet them! Besides, it’s not like I’m asking you to get married in the same day. It’s just a date!”
The white mare closed the folder she’d been scanning through and sighed. If she could give Sweetheart credit for one thing, it was being persistent. “If I let you do it, will you please back off if it doesn’t work out?” she asked.
“I promise. You won’t hear one more romancing word out of this nurse’s lips!” she took a gloved hand and dashed a finger across her lips. “So can I?” she asked as she beamed over at Redheart.
Shaking her head but managing a weary smile, Redheart nodded. “But that’s after we finish shift here. We still have two more floors to do. Starting with…” she trailed off as she read the name on the folder before sighing. “Thunderlane. Another wing problem.” She groaned. He was always in here for one reason or another, though she half suspected it was to try and get a peek up an unknowing intern’s skirt.
“Hey, maybe he’s the one for you!” Sweetheart proposed, only to get a light bap to the head from Redheart.
“The day I date that skirt-chaser is the day Discord renounces his ways and asks Celestia for her hand in marriage.” She replied before heading down the hallway. Sweetheart followed suit, and the pair continued on with their rounds. Throughout the day, the pink mare continued to try and pair up her friend with various patients, though she stopped after they had stopped by Hard Knocks’ room. Redheart had deadpanned how likely it’d be that he’d wind up back in the hospital if they dated, and left the stallion wrapped in his bandages. Sweetheart patted the stallion’s chest, though she missed the pained whimper as they walked out.
Clocking out, Redheart parted from her coworker and headed home. The evening sky was cloudy, the pegasi having mentioned before that a rain cycle was scheduled for the night to cool things off for the next day. The path wasn’t too worn, having been freshly cleaned and touched up the day before. It permitted easy walking, and Redheart had found herself following it more than once before for exercise, though she had no real need to. Genetics had blessed her with a lean figure, adapting the curves of a matured, grown woman into her adult form. It was quite the contrary change to her image as a filly, fragile and small. She was happy with her appearance, at least on her good days.
Thinking back on Sweetheart’s words as she entered her quaint little home, Redheart realized she’d been maybe a little cold in turning down the idea. It’d just been so long since she’d had anypony show interest in her as a mare, and not just as some passerby fling. Setting her purse down in the kitchen, she rubbed at her wrist as she recalled the last attempt a stallion gave to woo her. She’d genuinely let her guard down in the hopes that his enthusiasm and persistence to spend time with her was because of his interest in herself. However, one bar visit later with him and his mates, and she overheard that she was just another notch in the bed for him.
The bartender had laughed when he found his recently purchased pool table now featuring the addition of one rejected stallion strewn across the top, while Redheart stormed out. She returned alone later to pay for any damages, but the bartender waved it off. “No need to be paid for good entertainment!” he jested, leaving the nurse to blush bashfully and leave soon after.
“…It has been too long.” She said to herself as she sat down. With her pink mane down from its bun, she twiddled with a shoulder length strand as the mare sighed. Redheart laid back and stared at the ceiling, the slowly moving fan mimicking her gradual acceptance of her need to find companionship. It scared her a little, to put herself out there again. But would it be so bad to have somepony care about you? To look after you for once and see to your needs? To reach down and hold you as you gaze up at his warm and loving eyes and drift closer…
Her cheeks flushed, Redheart shook her head quickly to do away with the ideas. “That’s some school filly’s fantasy.” She mumbled and went into the kitchen to fix her a box dinner. As the microwave turned and hummed, she put one last thought on the matter.
Would anypony really be interested in a mare like her?
***
As it turned out, there was interest. A good deal of interest that made the nurse question just what the state of matters was for the population that a short ad she put in the paper would acquire so much attention. It wasn’t much, since she’d never done it before, and she included a photo as was required for that particular advert. The next few days garnered her several responses that ranged from the mundane to the creepy, particularly those who knew of her career as a nurse. One had even sent in his reply that he wanted her to show up in her nurse outfit for a dinner at his home. Needless to say, he was trashed.
The way the advert worked, as Sweetheart explained over lunch one day, was that a mare would enter in an ad, or a stallion if it was the flip side of the idea, and basically promote that they’re looking for a date or companion. They can list their likes, dislikes, date ideas, and include an address that the owner of the advert would mail replies to. To some, it seemed a little shaky to give away one’s details, but in the rush of romance, some can let go of those ideas. For Redheart, it was a bit of a risk, yet she let Sweetheart talk her into it. This led her to be sitting at the outdoors café of Trotting Hooves, one of Ponyville’s more popular public gatherings.
She glanced at her choice of clothing for the date, having gone for a casual look. Though it was slightly warm, she felt her choice of a pair of jeans along with a hot pink top Sweetheart said complimented her coat and mane suited her appearance. It was a light material, frilled along the chest and sleeves, which the mare admitted was something she’d enjoy wearing more than the standard hospital uniform. A throat cleared beside her, and she looked up, only to pause and relax as it was only a waiter.
“I’ll have water. I’m waiting for somepony to arrive.” She said, and the stallion gave a small nod and courteous bow before walking back to the café. Sighing to herself, she cast a glance about the area, watching for any stallions looking lost or perhaps as confused as she felt. “…is this even going to work?” she asked herself quietly.
“Sorry to bother you, but are you Miss Redheart?” a deep tone sounded from her right, and the mare blinked before turning. Before her stood a tall stallion, his arms crossed over his chest. Clad in a pair of long khaki pants and a collared shirt, she admitted to herself he certainly did dress better than she’d expected. The white cloth material of the shirt contrasted nicely with his dark brown coat, and her eyes moved up to meet his polite smile.
“I am. Uh, that is, I’m Redheart.” She stood up to meet him, and found she came up to only his chest in height. “Are you…Night Watch?”
The stallion nodded, a small breeze passing by to ruffle his trimmed Mohawk of grey. “I hope you recognize me. We do work together, after all.” He remarked as he waited for her to take her seat again before following after her.
“I don’t remember seeing you in any hospital staff meetings?” She remarked aloud as the waiter returned with her water. After taking Night’s request for lemonade, he explained.
“That’s because I’m not part of the medical staff. Rather, I’m part of the security staff. I make sure you folks are safe and kept from any trouble that comes your way.” He said as he kept his dark purple eyes on her. “We’ve run into each other a few times, but only in passing. You might remember me best from the time miss Rainbow Dash came in with the flight injury a few months back?”
Redheart pondered for a moment before recalling a strong stallion guard who had worked with her to lock down the hospital when Rainbow Dash performed her little theft attempt to get back her book from the hospital. The pair of them had had to patrol the various wards while the other doctors had given chase after the multicolored mare.
“Wait, yes! Oh my gosh, how could I not remember? I’m so sorry.” She smiled bashfully and apologized. “It’s just always such a blur, everything in there. You see so many faces and read so many names; it takes time for any to stick.”
Night waved away her apology and chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like for you. My end is less memorizing names and faces and more just giving a stern look at anypony who comes by looking for trouble.” He joked.
Redheart giggled lightly at this. “I can imagine anypony getting second thoughts with that.” She remarked before looking across to him. “I’m a little surprised, to tell you the truth. I wasn’t sure what to expect with this whole thing. Can you believe it was Sweetheart who put me up to the idea?”
Night nodded as he listened, keeping his attention focused on her. “I was a little surprised myself.” He remarked. At her raised eyebrow, he explained further. “I mean that you put out an ad for it. I’d always assumed you had somepony for you outside the hospital we didn’t know about. Some of the boys liked to joke that you nurses were all secretly together, though that was more often the cider talking.”
The pink-maned mare brought a hand up and giggled into it. “And did you join this conspiracy?” she questioned. To be fair, she was looking more to gauge who he was. He’d already shown a friendly side in agreeing to meet in public, at her own suggestion no less.
“Please. I’d like to think I’m a grown stallion, not a colt just discovering what a mare looks like.” He said with a snort, sipping at his lemonade. “Besides, like I said, I figured you’d have had somepony. Probably some smart, suave stallion that had a degree or such.” He looked over to her and saw her turning her straw about slowly.
“Yeah, well…some mares get those stallions, and some mares don’t.” she said quietly, flashbacking to her previous relationship. “You could say it’s been a little while for me. I mean…I don’t even know if I look good in this!” she gestured at her outfit, allowing Night a brief moment to appraise her. “How long does a mare have to go before she loses track of what looks good on her?”
The brown stallion across from her seemed to stare in disbelief before he chuckled. His laughter brought her out of her self-consciousness. “Hey, I’m serious!” Her words made him stop laughing, but the grin remained on his face.
“I never took you for a jokester, Red.” He remarked as he sipped at his lemonade again before leaning back and peering over at her. “You look great. If anything, I’m the one who looks out of place with a lovely gal like you here across from me.” His words made a tinge of pink touch her cheeks. She opened her mouth but was cut off when he continued. “And before you try to deny it: the blue and grey stallion over in the corner’s been eyeing you for about 10 minutes now. If you’d like, I could stare him down for you.”
She blinked and glanced over her shoulder, only to see the said stallion suddenly shift and look away, finding his menu terribly interesting. Redheart only blinked before turning back to Night Watch, who was smirking. The nurse felt her tail twitch and curl slightly before she smiled bashfully. “Do you always go that far to make sure a mare feels pretty? Pay off a standby to do that little trick?” she said finally.
Night chuckled again and shook his head. “No tricks here from this pony, no ma’am.” He set his glass down and reached out to her free hand, causing her to jump a little and look confused. “I know this probably surprises you, Redheart. But you’re a great looking mare. And I think I cleanup alright, though I’m not usually a fashionable pony other than looking like a background guard.” He smiled, and she relaxed slightly as he gave her hand a squeeze.
“But I’d like to give this a fair shot. I’m interested. I want to hear more about you. I want to know what makes up this pretty mare in front of me. And if it doesn’t work out in the end, I’ll still be happy because I got to spend time with somepony lovely like you. What do you say?” He asked, smiling up at her.
Redheart was genuinely surprised by how openly honest he was being with her. She realized he was putting a lot out there that she could trample on at a moment’s notice, and even if he was tough physically, a cruel enough mare would know how to turn that openness against him if they hit it off wrong. But everything he’d been saying to her had come off right. And his compliments seemed genuine, if his eyes were any indicator. Maybe…maybe she could try…
“My full name’s Gentle Care. Redheart’s just a professional name.” she said finally, smiling at him. A warmth spread through her at that reveal as he nodded, and when the waiter returned, they ordered their food quickly to continue talking. Throughout the whole meal, she talked, and he listened, adding in only when she was busy eating or when she asked him a question.
“So you attended medical school in Canterlot? I’m surprised they didn’t push you to be a full-fledged doctor with that kind of training.” He remarked at one point.
“I thought about it, but there’s so much that goes into it. Being a nurse is one thing, since it’s usually background work while the doctors diagnose or treat patients. If not the workload, the costs alone would have been trouble too. Earning a salary from a side job at a restaurant doesn’t quite fit the bill.” She explained. The small salad she’d ordered was one of her favorites, mixed with tomatoes and lettuce abounds. She’d always encouraged healthy food to her patients for a reason.
“I see. So then what brought you here to Ponyville?” Night asked. The stallion was genuinely curious about the history of the mare in front of him, since all he’d known thus far was her career as a nurse.
“Well, funny enough, I was sent here before the Nightmare Moon incident a couple years back. I was mainly a stand-in for the staff since they were short at the time. That was back when the hospital was a bit more of a mess than they’d care to admit to the public.” Redheart admitted. “When you’ve got staff that mixes dosed patients with bodies in the morgue…”
Night Watch almost choked before coughing to clear his throat, then laughing lightly. “Wow. I thought that kind of thing only happened on TV. So then you came along and patched things up, huh?” he questioned. “Must’ve been some pretty impressive work, with how things are now. You sure I’m not sitting across from some secret super doctor acting as a nurse?”
It was Redheart’s turn to giggle. “No, no. It sure sounds better though! I’ll use that on my resume next time.” She remarked, and the pair of them laughed. Casting a look about, Night Watch opened his mouth to speak when a peel of thunder sounded above their heads, and the pair paused to look up. Storm clouds had gathered from seemingly nowhere, and like them, several other ponies were looking about in confusion.
“This wasn’t on the schedule for today. I thought rain wasn’t until tomorrow?” Redheart asked aloud. Night stood up, drawing her attention to him. “What’s wrong?”
“You know how folks in this town get: one second, they’re peaceful, and the next we’re dealing with stampeding crowds barreling through town trying to get inside. If I had to guess, the weather team lost some of their storm clouds.” He held a hand out to her and she stood up, still looking confused. He had to smile at her innocent confusion. “It might be smart to get out of here before everyone starts running and kicking up water on you. Wouldn’t want to get you all messed up.” He added.
The pink-maned mare opened her mouth to comment, but another crack of thunder sounded, and she jumped slightly before nodding. “We can go to my place, its closer!” she exclaimed as she grabbed his hand and tugged on him, catching him off guard at first before he followed alongside her. It was good timing, as the pair of them managed to reach her house with only a light sheen of water touching them by the time they’d arrived. “Come on, keys, keys, keys…” the mare muttered as she searched through her purse with one hand. Having trouble, she realized she was still gripping Night’s own hand, and let go of it to dig out her house key.
Finally finding it, she unlocked the door and hastily moved inside when a burst of lightning appeared behind them. She brought him inside and hastily shut the door, her heart pounding and her nerves tense. The rain was pounding now outside, and she only managed a sigh of relief before jumping when she felt Night’s hand touch her shoulder.
“Easy, easy. It’s alright now.” The night guard said softly, smiling at her and holding his hands up. “You’re not much for thunderstorms, I take it?”
Shaking her head, Redheart walked into her living room and sat down, Night following suit and placing himself beside her. He kept his arms down and hands on his legs as he observed her. “They always scared me as a kid. I sometimes just spend the whole day inside if it’s storming like that. Sweetheart tells me there’s no danger from them really, but I’ve seen Screwball get struck one too many times to bother.” She explained finally. Redheart realized then that she was more than likely looking like a fool in front of her date. She then gasped as her head shot up. “We forgot to pay!”
Before she could get up, Night had already caught her by the shoulder and pressed down gently, making her look at him. He kept her hand there, feeling her body tremble lightly under his grasp. “It’s alright. I’m sure the owner’s had customers rush indoors when a storm’s happened by unannounced. I’ll talk to him and get everything seen to later.” His reassuring smile faltered when he saw Redheart nod, but look away. “What’s wrong, Red? Is it something I said?”
“Nothing…just, you must think me a terrible date. Not even halfway through our meal, and I rush home to hide from a storm.” She said quietly, looking over at him with a sad smile. The rain continued to pound away in thick drips against the window as she sighed. “I knew I shouldn’t have done this. I can never get it right.”
Night Watch huffed and shook his head. “Now hang on, I don’t think you’re being fair to yourself. If I recall right, I ran right along with you. If we’re gonna make ourselves out to be scaredy-cats because of a storm, then count me with you.” He said with a chuckle. “But I think you’re being a little hard on yourself if you think the date’s ruined already. We can keep on here! Besides, I want to hear more about Gentle Care.” The use of her real name drew her eyes to his, and she felt a shiver pass through her.
“But…I mean. A date doesn’t usually wind up in someone’s house unless they…” she trailed off, her cheeks blazing. ‘Get ahold of yourself! Be a grown mare for once!’ she chastised herself. “It doesn’t bother you or bore you to just sit here and…talk?”
“I may not look it, being a big tough security guard,” Night started, stretching as he stood up before sighing. His clothing was only mildly damp, like Redheart’s was. “But I do tend to like having peaceful times too. And if I’ve got a pretty lovely mare to listen to, that definitely makes it a nicer time than just being alone, don’t you think?”
His suggestion eased her tension, and she felt herself smile once more. “I’ve got some wine in the kitchen. Are you much of a drinker?” she asked as she stood and ran a hand through her mane, trying to straighten out the damp hairs to look somewhat presentable.
“Well, the boys do like to try and drink each other to fainting on our free nights, but I’m not much for losing a liver that fast. That being said, some wine sounds great.” He moved aside to let her lead and he followed her to the kitchen.
***
“What? That’s it? Nothing else happened?” Sweetheart demanded as she leaned towards Redheart. “You two just sat and talked the whole night?”
“Yes, Sweetheart. Unlike the books you keep at your desk, you can invite a stallion home and not have to bed him in the same evening.” Redheart said with a smirk, while her fellow nurse blushed and stammered. “It was enjoyable. We talked about everything.” She added as she scribbled down a few notes. They were checking on Hard Knocks, who had once more been re-submitted after an unfortunate incident involving a piano and poor timing out on a walk.
Sweetheart leaned over to check on a stitching that had been redone, unknowingly placing her cleavage on display in front of Hard Knocks’ face. The conscious pony’s eyes widened, yet neither of the nurses paid heed as they talked.
“So you had a good time then? No bad events?” the nurse asked her partner, who shook her head.
“He was a perfect gentlecolt. He even took care of the meal we had at the café, on his pay. I’d just thought he’d said that to put me at ease, but he meant it.” Redheart said with a smile.
Sweetheart pulled back, and Knocks almost groaned in disappointment. Yet, the pair of mares paid him no heed still, likely due to the fact that his full body casting prevented any display of a reaction to Sweetheart’s titillating cleavage. “So what did you two talk about? Come on girl, details! You have to share these things!” she demanded.
“Oh, just a few things here and there. We talked about work, where we grew up, what our lives was like. Did you know that he’s actually from Manehattan?” Redheart asked. The pair finished their check-in and left the teased stallion to his own tormented thoughts of Sweetheart’s breasts as they talked. “He was born there, but his family moved during the recession. They came here to Ponyville and he’s been here ever since.”
“Ooh! What else, what else?” Sweetheart asked. Redheart smiled as she thought back to that night. The brightest image had been the pair of them lounging on her sofa, the green plush material a cozy seat for them as they exchanged stories. Night had lain back along with her, his arm draped over the back of the couch while she had listened to his tales of various bouncer jobs and other security work.
“He’s done a lot of work around here outside of the hospital, though this is the main place for him. Sometimes, he has to report for night patrol when the Royal Guards or the police don’t have enough stallions for the late hours. He’s a bit of a night owl as a result, but all the same, he’s not like a vampire.” She paused and giggled to herself. “He also knows his alcohol. He actually showed me which vintages I had that would last longer and keep their taste than the rest.”
Sweetheart grinned and nudged the mare, drawing her attention. “So…did you kiss him goodnight?” she asked mischievously.
“Sweetheart!” Redheart exclaimed, her cheeks darkening. “Honestly, it’s like all you care about is…is…nookie!”
“And was there any~?” She persisted, grinning wickedly.
“No!” she said immediately, trying vainly to prevent her mind from remembering how he kissed her hand when he departed that evening. She had blinked and watched in confusion before seeing him go, and closed the door when she stepped back in. Her cheeks had burned as she brought her hand up and inspected it, wondering what it could have felt like had he kissed her on the cheek…or on her lips…
“Aww. If it’d been me, I’d have had noise complaints from my landlord!” Sweetheart teased before giggling and then pausing. “…that would explain why there’s been so many notes on my door to ‘tone it down’…”
“Anyway!” Redheart drew her fellow nurse’s attention out from her personal matters. “I have to work night shift tonight. Are you on tonight, or do you get off?”
“Every night I can, Red!” she replied cheekily, making the pink-maned mare deadpan at the energetic nurse. “Oh, and yes, tonight I am. Sorry. Do you want me to maybe bring you some coffee or dinner?”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Besides, if I eat too much of your cooking, I’ll wind up needing a new uniform.” Redheart replied. “Like a certain somepony I know who snapped her shirt when she took too deep a breath last Sunday~…”
“Hey! It shrunk in the wash!” Sweetheart defended herself before both laughed and went on their ways. Alone with her thoughts as she went on with her day, Redheart had to admit to herself that had she had the day off, she would’ve been sorely tempted to try and arrange another date with Night Watch. But she had neglected to ask about his work schedule during their date, wanting to keep their minds off of work and just focus on each other.
With a sigh, the mare plowed on, moving through patient after patient as the day’s sunlight whittled away into the moon’s embrace. Some would think a hospital would always be busy, day or night, particularly for a town like Ponyville. But at times, the hospital had a respite from being a 24/7 center of emergency care and healing. Tonight was one of those exceptional nights, where a mare like Redheart could seat herself at her desk and simply let the time pass. She had completed her rounds and wouldn’t need to do any check-ins for at least a couple hours. Thankfully, the only current patients were those with injured limbs or overnight stays.
The clock ticked above her head as the quiet and calm of the empty hospital hallways filled her mind. Resting her chin on her hands, the mare pondered on her current position in life as she often did when stuck with such open time. Chatting with Night Watch last night, while pleasant, had reminded her of how her life just seemed to be stuck in place. She’d been happy thus far with her position as a nurse, but there were times when she thought there was more to be had. Was life nothing more than waking up, going to your job, eating, going home alone, and recycle for the next day? Running a hand through her mane, she bumped into her hat and knocked it off of her head.
“Clumsy…” she muttered to herself as she reached under the desk for her hat. The cloth accessory had rolled to the corner of the leg space, as was her luck with these things. “Come on…stupid…” she tried to reach with her arm, leaning in her chair but the hat remained just out of reach. With a frustrated sigh, she rolled her chair back and kneeled down, getting onto her hands and knees as she reached under the desk. She had grabbed her hat when she heard footsteps coming up to the desk. “Oh ponyfeathers.” She muttered under her breath and lurched up, only to collide her backside and head with the underside of her desk. “Ow!”
“Hey! Come out from there!” A strong, authoritative stallion’s voice could be made out from Redheart’s position, and she called back.
“I’m coming! I’m sorry; I dropped something under the desk.” She explained as she crawled back out from under the desk and out. Once free from the cubicle space, she stood up properly, her hat in hand. A light was shone in her face, and she squinted, turning her gaze to prevent being blinded. “I’m Nurse Redheart, what can I do…” she trailed off as she stared at the uniformed guard in front of her. “…Night?”
The stallion before her blinked and clicked off his flashlight that had been pointed in her general direction. When he had heard a thump and muttering in the direction of the nurse’s information desk, Night Watch had moved immediately to it, thinking somepony had broken in again. Instead, much to his surprise, there was only a wiggling, pert, nurse’s skirt clad read under the desk. And when the so-called perpetrator had stood up, he had relaxed on recognizing her. “Gentle. What’re you doing here so late?” he asked.
“Me? I’m on the night shift tonight. I have to stay on at this hour to be ready if any emergency’s happen in the night time. I didn’t know you worked tonight too though.” She replied, coming out from behind the desk.
“I often do, though I have to patrol all the floors. I guess we just never paid attention to that fact, huh?” he says with a chuckle.
Redheart giggled as well, relaxing and smiling. “Trust me, you make much better company than being by myself.” She said. A small quiet followed that statement, and she realized that there could be a heavier weight behind those words than she intended then. “S-say, do you want to maybe get a coffee?”
The stallion nodded, and the pair left the desk for one of the few working coffee stands within the hospital. As they walked, he spoke up. “How has the day been for you? Anything interesting?”
Redheart blinked as he broke the quiet before replying. “Well, nothing too major. It’s sort of a standard thing in a hospital to see injured ponies. But maybe that’s a good thing, that there wasn’t anything too bad?”
Night Watch nodded, the pair coming to a stop at a vending machine. Putting in change for them both, which drew a grateful smile out of Redheart, Night spoke as the coffee machine processed their requests. “I’d think so too. It’s a funny thing, when you want your place of work to not have ponies inside it rather than have it crammed in.”
The mare giggled and nodded. Taking her fresh cup of coffee from his offered hand, she sipped at it before giving a soft groan of enjoyment. Opening her eyes, she saw him blushing lightly but with a raised eyebrow. “What? A girl can relish her coffee.” She teased as she sipped again at her drink. Standing there for a time, Redheart pondered her next words before recalling where her thoughts had drifted before.
“Say…Night?” her soft voice drew his attention away from the moon shining through the nearby window. “Do you think that…” she started, but paused as she searched for the right way to word it. The mare leaned back against the nearby wall and sighed. “I don’t even know how to say it.”
“Take your time. I’ve got nowhere to be.” Night Watch said, his tone portraying his curiosity as he placed himself beside her.
“…you remember me telling you how I came to work here, right?” she asked, and he nodded. “I just…sometimes, I think my life isn’t going anywhere. I’m wedged in here with my job, my little home, and my books and television. And when it’s tallied up, I feel like, compared to others, I’m lacking somehow.”
Night Watch listened now with rapt attention, realizing that the nurse beside him was opening her heart to him. He wisely chose not to speak, letting her vent freely. For Redheart, it continued to pour out, and she found little resistance to plug the flowing dam. “I mean, I have family around in Canterlot and Ponyville alike, and some of them seem to be…so much happier. Content. I get mail from them, and on more than one occasion, I’ve thought to just throw the envelope away.” She looks up at him and then looks away, shame burning at her cheeks. “Must sound pretty bad, huh?”
Night finished his coffee and threw it away into the nearby wastebasket before he turned to her. “To be honest? I completely understand.” She blinked and looked back to him in confusion, but he continued. “I’ve had family make me feel that way too. Like, what you’re doing is nice, but they make you think you’re not doing enough to be good enough. Right?”
Redheart nodded, and Night Watch shook his head. “I’m not for any of that business. Anypony, mare or stallion, has a right to live a life how they want to. That’s how we are. We make our own way.” He said, raising a hand to wave it about them at the hospital, as if to dash away the cloud of depression that had materialized around the mare. “You are who you are. That’s what you can do best. You can decide how that works out for you.”
The mare stood there, surprised as Night spoke so confidently. The coffee cup in her hand seemed lukewarm compared to the words leaving his lips. “And…you think that’s…enough? Like…for me?” she asked in halting phrases. She didn’t want to misunderstand him, though she could feel a swelling surge of emotion that rang with his words.
“I think it’s more than enough.” He confirmed. “You work hard to help and heal others, sick and wounded. You look after friends and are an all-around good pony. You’ve got an inner beauty about you that I’m sure explains why you look so lovely outside as well.” He felt his cheeks warm at that admission, but if she was going to be honest, so would he. “Heck, if we’re gonna compare lives, I’m the shabby one. You? You’re great!”
Redheart could only stare up at him, and set her cup down on the nearby window perch. She stepped closer, slowly, her eyes peering up into his purple own. “You’re just saying that.” She tried to deny him, even so close to him that she could pick up a faint trace of his cologne.
“If I’m lying, I’ll throw my badge away in the morning.” He said quietly, feeling his heart quicken at how close she was to him. Their height difference was visible at this distance, but it seemed to matter little as her hands came up to his chest and held there for a moment. His own hands, free of any obstruction, met hers on his chest. “You might think you don’t look too special, Redheart, but I think you’re plenty wonderful. And I don’t mean just a pretty face either.”
The pink-maned mare smiled at his voice. She didn’t notice it, but when he spoke quietly, it was like a rumble of thunder that didn’t scare her away, but instead brought her closer to him. They both went quiet, and the mare known as Gentle Care threw caution to the wind for once and kissed him, rising onto her toes to meet his lips. Night returned it easily enough, his hands leaving hers to hold her by the waist round her backside, and they remained there for a time until she finally pulled back for air.
In the quiet, her cheeks flushed red as she realized what she just did. Her first thought was to worry of rejection, but his hands held her firm in place against him. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She whispered as she kept her gaze focused on the floor and their feet. But when she felt a hand cup her chin and tilt her to look up, she only found warmth gazing back at her.
“Well, for my part, I was kissing a beautiful woman.” Night chuckled, making her smile and relax slowly. “If I was too forward…”
“No!” she exclaimed, louder than she expected as her voice echoed down the halls. “No, no. Just…” she trailed off, her hands fidgeting as they rested on him. “…beautiful? Really?”
“Undoubtedly.” Night’s confidence in his voice caused the mare to sigh and lean against him, the pair staying there for a time. When she finally pulled back, she did so regretfully, finding his warm embrace to be something that made her heart flicker like when she was young. The silence returned, but it was a comfortable one, one that the two could share together easily.
“So if Night Watch wasn’t a security guard, all big and strong, and…” Redheart trailed off as she gave him a slow once over that made the stallion’s cheeks tinge red, “handsome. Then what would he be?”
Night chuckled and looked to her. “Believe it or not: a gardener.” At her smile and look of surprise, he persisted. “I’m serious! I even have a small patch. Back home, in the backyard.” He explained. “Just don’t tell any of the other guys about it. They’ll think I’m a bit of a softie to care after plants.”
Redheart hummed in thought, her tail swishing lightly behind her. “I can do that…but only if you show me it. Say, maybe Friday, around 3 in the afternoon?” she asked.
Night Watch’s grin gave her his answer, one which she took gladly as they walked together down the hall back to the reception desk, only this time hand in hand as they moved slowly, the stallion explaining his hidden hobby to the curious mare, heart alight with a rekindled fire once thought lost.
***
The next few weeks passed like a blur for the two. But what a pleasant blur for them both; neither Night nor Redheart could find a single negative spot in that whole time, lined with dates and work shifts spent together, talking and progressing to cuddling and kissing when at each other’s homes. Redheart couldn’t help herself, finding her heart beating with a newfound life that was sparked by the stallion she’d come to believe was the true missing part of her life. Everything had seemed to gain a new sort of glow in her eyes, and even her work was improving. Night Watch saw to that sometimes himself, bringing by little gifts or a snack, or even just stopping by to chat when she had the time. She appreciated how much he focused on her, listening to her always and focusing on her. To be in that personal kind of spotlight dashed away the self-consciousness and nagging thoughts that had been plaguing her for the better part of the past year.
Moreso than that, Night Watch was steadily kindling in her a fire of desire that she knew was starting to reach its cap. It had started only as a dull flame, brought on by alcoholic encouragement and his soft kisses when they had a date night together. But as he grew closer to her heart, Redheart found that he was starting to become something of a sexual awakening for her. In the morning, she found her thoughts drifting to little vain details to attend to that were not for her sake, but done in the hopes of drawing his attention. Like the time when she came to work with her mane down and had washed with a new floral scent. She could’ve sworn she’d felt a shiver pass through his body when she had effectively forced him to smell her via a surprise nuzzle, a small victory for her that only served to encourage her.
His garden that he saw to was something of a small secret between the two, one that she appreciated for two reasons. The first and primary being that she could experience a part of Night Watch’s own private world alongside him. She even helped in maintaining it, sometimes going to his house when he was occupied to water his plants for him on her spare time. She’d even contributed a few choice plants of her own that he agreed would match well with them.
The second, and perhaps more fantasy-fulfilling reason for the nurse, was when the work got too hot for him to bear and he was forced to throw off his shirt for sake of trying to keep cool. She’d only chanced upon it once or twice in their time thus far, the climate only giving so many heated days. But her luck had indeed shone when she had stood in his kitchen and had chanced a glance through the window to see him at work in the backyard, only for her jaw to drop as he threw his simple t-shirt aside and continued on without it. The way his sweat fell down his lean, taut arms, how he grunted when moving a load of soil or when he stretched and displayed his broad back.
She’d certainly grown to have more cause to wash her bed sheets than purely for sake of cleanliness.
Yes, things had definitely grown to become much brighter in Redheart’s life, which is why she became frantic upon learning that one of the night staff had been hurt in an altercation with a violent patient; namely, Night Watch had been injured from a sprained leg after having the door slammed on it. When Sweetheart had told her he was laid up in bed, she had gone straight to Stable and demanded she be allowed to take care of him. There had been little resistance met by the idea, and Night Watch had been considerably more chipper when he saw his attending nurse was his sweetheart as well.
The recovery process itself went smoothly, Night Watch only needing to stay in the hospital for a few days before being permitted to go home to finish his recovery. Redheart made it part of her routine to walk by and visit for a couple hours each day, helping him around the house and with anything else he needed the extra hand for. She even managed to see to the extension of Night’s garden to cover more of his backyard, making it a surprise for him that he was delighted to see be fixed up. Though she was dirtied, sweat-stained, and sure she needed two baths just so her fur would be white again, the beaming smile and tail-curling kiss he’d given her when she showed him made her sure it was entirely worth it.
Now she found herself in the hospital once more, on her way to one of the treatment rooms for Night’s final checkup. He had his cast removed two days before, and this was only a follow-up to the after-care procedure. Opening the door, Redheart smiled as she saw him sitting patiently on the examination table, his healed leg resting like its partner as he looked up and smiled as well.
“Well, aren’t I the lucky stallion to have such a pretty mare checking on me?” He asked teasingly as Redheart came up to him and kissed him softly, staying there for a moment longer than needed before she pulled back.
“Now now, Mr. Watch. You know better than to fraternize with the nurses.” She teased back as she turned and closed the door, taking the time to put a small swing to her steps as she moved. When she came back, his eyes moved up to meet hers from their downward glance, and she grinned. “Especially when your eyes are looking at their rears.”
He blushed, having been caught, but only grinned at their little game. “I can’t really help it when my marefriend looks so good in her uniform.” He said, making Redheart’s cheeks darken. “I’m just glad to be out of that cast. I’m itching to get back to work, and more importantly, go on a date with my mare that is long overdue for a dinner out.”
The nurse only giggled as she pulled out a blood-pressure gauge and set it up on his arm, tightening it securely before turning it on and letting it run its measurements. To Redheart, it was almost an unnecessary formality by this point. She knew he was perfectly healthy again and fully recovered. But having to run a full physical was part of the job, and she was more than happy to be the one to do it. Having the veil of the exam was a good excuse to let her lay her hands on his body, though she kept that thought private for the time being.
“So have you had any issues with the cast off? Any pains, soreness, or anything you’d consider out of place?” She asked as she reached over for a stethoscope from the nearby table.
“No, ma’am. It’s been working like a fiend ever since I let it out. I’ve been catching up on my jogging in the mornings alongside my marefriend when we can.” He says, grinning teasingly as she snorted at his words.
“She must be a very lovely mare, looking after you like that.” Redheart remarked, her mind drifting to the few times she’s gotten to go for a run with him at his suggestion. Being somewhat fit herself, she pinned herself able to keep up well enough, but he could always outlast her. The last time they’d ran, he’d teased her about how every time she ran ahead; he’d slow down just to watch her. When she realized he was half telling the truth, she leapt at him in a burst of unexpected energy – if immature playfulness – and the pair wound up falling into the river that runs through the southern part of town. Night had wound up stuck underneath the mare that had smiled triumphantly until he leaned up and caught her by her lips with his own.
The pair was quick to return home for a hot shower and a hotter encounter with body wash and wandering hands being involved.
Redheart was quick to return to reality as she realized a heated flush was spreading through her body at the recollection, and realized also that she’d been listening to Night’s heartbeat for a good three minutes. “Oh, she is, definitely. A real sweet mare, and beautiful, and kind, and fun to be with. Damn sexy too when she gets real close to me like this.” Night Watch said, beaming down at her with those purple eyes she found hard to look away from.
“You ruin any chance of me being professional, you know that?” Redheart commented, but leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, her hand coming to rest on his chest gently as he returned it eagerly. They stayed like that for a moment before finally parting. Redheart stayed close and nuzzled her coltfriend before she was struck by a devious thought. He was here for a full physical check-up, and she was his nurse. There was an advantage here she had not before considered, but with how long it’s been since their last get together…
Pulling away, she went to the door to the room and made sure it was locked before turning to Night with a grin. “Well, for the most part, you’re entirely fit and set, Mr. Watch.” She adopted a professional tone as she spoke, but her grin betrayed some of her thoughts. “But there’s just one last part we have to do.”
The security guard blinked in slight confusion as Redheart slowly returned to him before taking his arm and having him stand. “A full physical means a full physical, Mr. Watch. So if you would please,” she permitted herself a devilish grin as she stepped back only to kneel in front of him, “take off your pants and boxers please.”
Night Watch felt a very warm flush pass through his face at her request. “G-gentle, we’re in the hospital. Won’t we get in trouble if we’re caught?” he whispered, as if somepony was listening in to the pair of them.
“Mr. Watch, please. I am a professional, there’s no need to feel embarrassed.” She replied, her words counteracted by the almost hungry grin on her muzzle. “I can assure you, no one is going to see you but myself.”
Night felt his cheeks continue to burn, but admittedly, he found it rather sexy that she was willing to do this for him. He’d never asked her to do any sort of role-play or such with her job, knowing full well she likely wouldn’t take for it. Yet here she was, fully into the idea and even kneeling in front of him. When he felt air meet his suddenly exposed crotch, however, he realized that perhaps she was more into it for him than he expected.
“Mmm…it would seem everything is in order.” Redheart murmured as she got an eyeful of Night’s sizeable equipment. It was something she’d learned in her years as a pony in the medical field: every race of pony has something different to work for them when it came to sexuality. For the Pegasi, it was obviously athletic ability, their bodies being designed for speed and flying. In fact, if a Pegasus was to be found to be out of shape, it was a medical concern. For unicorns, they tended to be less on the lean side and more towards average, though some do have the luck of blessings through genetics that didn’t carry just magic into them.
Earth ponies though…Redheart’s mind took stock of the stallion before her, his stockiness and height adding to the effect of how strong of body she knew earth ponies would be. Night Watch was no exception, his legs thick and corded with muscle like the rest of him. But her focus was on the dangling jewels and tool before her. She forewent gloves for this, her soft hands coming to grip his balls delicately. Giving them a soft squeeze, his immediate moan made her cheeks redden, yet she persevered with her role. “Does anything feel out of place? Any strange pains or sensations you can’t explain?”
“No…c-certainly no pain.” Night muttered as he closed his eyes, giving a low sigh as he felt her dexterous fingers caress his most sensitive of places. He opened his eyes again to gaze down at her, admiring her lovely face, a portrait of desire and affection wrapped in white and pink as she gazed back up at him. He could make out the flush crossing her cheeks and spreading down her neck and chest as well, a trait of hers that resulted from her white coat. He could always tell when she was getting worked up.
“Good…just a few tests to check for any issues.” Redheart remarked before continuing, her other hand squeezing and lightly stroking the slowly growing member between her finger and thumb. She kept that hand’s efforts gentle as he settled into the act, letting her massage his balls moreso with her opposite hand. They felt warm and heavy in her grasp, and with a small inhale, she could already smell his musk emanating from himself. Her uniform suddenly began to feel too constricting to her, and she released his balls to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt.
With a small pop, the fabric came undone and exposed some of her cleavage, tucked away by her shirt and a red bra that drew Night’s gaze. It also seemed to add fuel to the fire, as his length began to grow further and she could fully hold him in her hand. “You certainly look to be healthy, Mister Watch…but this sudden swelling concerns me.” Redheart said as she watched him throb to life. “I’ll need to run some more tests.”
“W-whatever you say, Nurse…” the grey-maned stallion moaned, his hands resting as clenched fists at his sides.
That being said, Redheart immediately began to stroke him slowly in long, loving motions, feeling him tense and throb beneath her grip as her hand found his balls once more. The full, weighty orbs bounced in her palm as she jacked his cock, the flared head pointed straight at her lustful expression. The mare could feel her nethers heating up from having such a prime specimen in her grasp, and soon felt the hand-job wasn’t enough. Releasing him from her hand, she ignored Night’s surprised groan before diving in with her tongue, giving him a long flick from base to tip as she took in his taste. She repeated this again and again, bathing his cock in saliva as she grew more and more lustful, before finally letting the tip rest on her tongue as she looked up at him. Holding his gaze, the pink maned mare closed her lips around him, pressing down slowly as his member invaded her muzzle and greeted her wiggling tongue, which set to swirling about the tip with ease.
“Holyshit.” Night managed to gasp out as he was sucked into Redheart’s maw, his hands leaving his sides to find her head and caress her. He knocked aside her hat and undid her mane from its loose bob, allowing her mane to flow freely like her tail that was skirting side to side against the tile floor. The sheer sensation of heat that was coming from her mouth left his mind reeling, and he had to struggle to keep his legs steady. Redheart continued unimpeded, pushing more of him into her maw until he was halfway within. Swirling her tongue about his thickness in one long lick, she was rewarded with a shot of pre-cum that foretold what was inbound.
Pulling off slowly, she let his slick and gleaming length throb before her eyes as she looked up to him, an unspoken word of lust passing between them before she took him back in once more. She started a steady rhythm of bobbing on his cock, letting the tip brush the back of her throat and muzzle as she continued to work him over. Redheart loved being able to control him like this, feeling his hands brush and run through her mane as she pleasured him. It was something she could take joy in, knowing it was her that could bring him such enjoyment.
Her bobbing quickened, feeling him starting to throb harder within her maw. It wouldn’t be long, she knew. The first shot he gave was often quick, but she wanted him to climax. Her hands that had rested on his thighs came back to what remained of his length and balls, squeezing and rubbing both as she continued to suck. The addition of these pleasures wound up being too much for him, and Night groaned as his hips bucked. “G-Gentle!” he warned, but she persevered, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. In a sudden flash, Redheart could feel her throat and mouth being flooded with seed, which caused her to moan around his length as he climaxed. She swallowed briskly, not wanting to let a single drop slip past the sensual seal of her lips around him. Yet his Earth pony nature bested her here, as a small overflow of his spunk leaked from the corner of her lips and onto her chin.
When the flow finally ceased, she withdrew from his length with care, the still half-stiff member dangling with both his seed and her saliva across it. She leaned down and gave it a caring lick of her tongue, moaning for their benefit as she could taste him still before swallowing it before him.
“Hmm…it would seem treatment is only halfway effective. Perhaps you need some sort of alternative?” She asked, looking up to the sweating stallion who was eyeing her hungrily. She loved riling him up like this, to get him to let loose. He was always a bit reserved, careful of his strength and force. But when he cut loose, he could really make a show of how strong he really was. This was proven true when Redheart found herself hoisted up from the floor and laid onto the exam table in one swift motion.
“Y-yes, perhaps…oh!” the mare gasped as Night’s hands quickly did away with her skirt, the cloth discarded as he leaned in and took a deep inhale of her panty-clad nethers. He noticed how wet the flimsy cloth was, and parted it aside to reveal the flushed, swollen lips he’d been searching for. “N-night! Oh, mercy!” Redheart gasped out when he plunged a finger into her marehood, the digit caressing her insides with lustful ambition as he began to saw it in and out of her, leaving the mare to grip the exam table for stability.
“You’re such a good nurse…but you’re a naughty mare moreso, Red.” Night chimed as he leaned in and took another deep breath of her scent, the sweet smell of her arousal flooding his senses. “You’re so wet after sucking me off. A naughty mare like you loves being toyed with like this, don’t you?”
Oh goddess, he was talking dirty to her. Redheart’s cheeks flamed as she remembered revealing that bedroom secret to him one night after their lovemaking. She couldn’t explain it: maybe it was the long years of delicate, clean, careful procedure of the hospital. Maybe it was her requirement of always being kind, even to the rudest of patients. But she loved being called naughty by him, to be perverse and to relish it. His finger wiggled inside her and she rewarded him with a moan, her juices already starting to flow down his finger and hand and onto her thighs.
“Yes…definitely a naughty mare who loves being fingered. But I know what she loves more…” Night murmured lowly, a lustful undertone in his words that made Redheart shiver in desire. His finger withdrew and she whimpered, only to gasp deeply as his fingers suddenly pried her pussy wide apart, strings of her juices visible to the stallion within her cunny as he slid more of his digits in, causing Redheart to pant and reach for her breasts through her shirt and bra. Frustrated by her inability to touch them directly, she quickly undid them both and moved them aside, the uniform forgotten as she groped and squeezed her firm globes.
Night busied himself in pleasuring his marefriend, desiring to repay her for the oral treatment she’d given him earlier. Watching her writhe only spurred him on, and he soon sped his fingers pumping to the speed of a blur, drawing another gasping moan out of her. He pursued this for several minutes until he felt her pussy beginning to clench around his fingers, withdrawing them and admiring how her juices dripped from them.
“W-why did you-“Redheart started to complain but was cut off when his juice-laden fingers hung before her. Her eyes glazed over and she welcomed them into her maw, sucking on them hungrily as she tasted herself. The pink-maned mare soon found his fingers serving a dual purpose as a muzzle, however, when she suddenly tried to moan loudly around them as his tongue invaded her nethers. The heated, wiggling muscle made easy work of her sensitive folds, and her legs scrambled around him as her sucking on his fingers intensified. He swirled his own tongue within her much like she was doing to his fingers, as if trying to obtain more of her essence to taste from him. The table thumped lightly as her feet bumped into it, trying to move her hips to get more of him inside of her.
The peak hit her quicker than she expected when he brushed by her clit with his tip, giving it a casual flick that sent her mind reeling. He assaulted it with vigor; his spare hand picking up the slack by running two digits into her cunny like his tongue had been, while he busied himself with her clit. She removed his fingers from her muzzle to gasp as her climax hit, a silent scream passing her as her femcum splurged out from her cavern and onto his muzzle. He eagerly continued to lick and suck as much as he could from her, and she gladly gave more for him to relish.
When the waves of the orgasm finally ebbed away, Redheart panted as she felt Night pull back from her marehood. “Oh, Night…Night, you’re so good…” she let out.
“Only as good as you, Red…but you know…I think I still need more treatment.” A thick slap brought a small squeal from the nurse as she felt his length slap against her still sensitive folds. She trembled in lust as she eyed the angry looking member, and ground her hips against it, her juices lubricating it as he rubbed back in kind. “Do you want this?” He asked, his voice deep and tinged with want.
“Yes. Yes, please, I want it.” She begged, trying to maneuver him to slip inside of her. Yet she couldn’t get the tip to bend to her will, only managing to tease herself as the heated rod rubbed against her lips.
“What do you want? Tell me.” His questioning fueled her frustration as she moaned underneath him. His hands gripped her legs as she was laid out on her back and spread them wide, holding her by the knees and forcing her cunny to stretch apart, making her groan.
“Please give me your cock. I need it. I need your cock!” she exclaimed in a harsh whisper, vaguely remembering that they weren’t in their own home and that the walls weren’t entirely soundproof.
“Mmm…I don’t think you want it that bad. Are you sure?” His continuous grinding was breaking what resistance she had to outright hollering for him to buck her brains out.
“Oh please, Night! Please fuck me with that big cock! Please, I want to ride it. I want you to fuck me with it and make me cum so bad!” She finally begged aloud, and she squealed when the tip finally penetrated her, throwing her head back as an expression of utter rapture seized her. He was always so snug inside her, his girth thick enough that she was sure he would leave her gaping with how small she was in comparison. She rocked her hips slowly; working him into her pussy as it clung to him tightly, squeezing every inch that passed into her. Night Watch moaned lowly, loving how she tightened around him, immersing him in her warm and wet tunnel.
He pushed on until he let out a breath in a huff, withdrawing slowly and almost making Redheart cry in protest. “No, no, no! Leave it in, leave it in, please! Please!” she begged, trying to reach out to him. But her words were cut short when he slammed back into her, his powerful thrust rocking the table as well as her. She threw her head back and gasped as he began to methodically plow into her, her whole body swimming with pleasure as he stuffed her full again and again. Her legs hooked around his waist and tried to bring him in deeper as they worked in tandem, Night’s hips moving in a rhythmic motion that worked to continuously stuff her full of his length.
Redheart’s world became a mix of riding out Night’s powerful bucks and her attempts to cling to rationality. Yet deep within her, she wanted more of him. She clenched her body, tensing it as he thrust harder, and was rewarded with a powerful buck in response that sent all the air out of her lungs. By now, her coat was matted with her juices and sweat, the table underneath her no doubt just as messy from their sex. To know she was rocking and rubbing herself deeper into that mess made her feel hotter, the naughtier side of her coming into play.
“Night…Night. Wait.” She called to him, and it took several tries before he slowed from his passion. “Against the wall. Do me against the wall.”
“You sure, Red?” he asked as she withdrew from him, moaning at the emptiness that was caused without his length buried inside her. She managed to reach the nearby bare wall, devoid of any structure or shelf, and looked over her shoulder at him as she spread her legs wide, her fingers parting her lips for him to see how her juices trailed down her thighs, further dirtying her fur.
“Get over here and buck my brains out, if you’re man enough.” She teased; swaying her hips, her pink tail shaking to and fro as she eagerly awaited his reply.
She got it when she found herself suddenly wedged between the wall and Night Watch’s broad – and now shirtless – chest, her nipples being grinded against the smoothed wall as he grabbed her around the waist. She could feel his hot breath at the back of her neck, his height dwarfing him over her, and she trembled in lust. His length slapped against her firm rear, and she moaned as she rocked her hips, grinding against his slippery length. It was only for a moment though as he asserted his dominance again, and Redheart moaned when he re-inserted himself into her. The shift in angle let his thick shaft brush against previously untapped pleasure points, and she felt her toes curl as he fully hilted himself into her.
“S-so big…I love your cock, Night. Please fuck me with your big cock, Night!” Gone was the prim and mild-mannered nurse that most ponies knew. Now there was only Redheart, lost in her desire and looking to have nothing more than the stallion inside her rock her world. He gave her precisely that, starting out with a rough and hard motion that pressed her against the wall, pinned under the larger stallion as he had his way with her cunny. She relished that thought, to be trapped beneath his strong hands and broad body, sweat dripping down his muscles as he slammed into her again and again.
The climax burst into her mind before she could comprehend her body’s signal for it, and her legs trembled as jets of her femcum gushed around the tight seal his cock made within her. He continued to pound into her throughout, his balls now making a wet slap against her rear due to how her juices dripped onto them, splashing from her cunny onto them both. His endurance shone in this moment, letting him continue the harsh and powerful bucking as she rode out her orgasm. The throbbing mass within her was her whole world, and she was its perfect match.
“You’re such a hot mare, taking me so deep like this…” Night hissed into her ear as he nuzzled into her neck, sniffing her scent of sweat and arousal that came from her. His hand on her rear squeezed her cheek roughly as he pushed harder, trying to get as deep as he can into her, and rewarding him with a moan from the mare. “I love it.”
“Oh, Night. Night!” she gasped out, barely able to speak as stars played out in front of her eyes. “Mate me, Night. I love you. I want only you!” she exclaimed, her tail wrapping around his waist to keep him close. “Fill me with your hot cum, please!”
Her request brought Night’s body out of its durable state, his flared tip brushing her walls with every stroke as his climax boiled within him. “You’re gonna get your filling, alright. Right…about…now!” He grunted out between thrusts before finally hilting into her, his orgasm surging forth into her waiting pink tunnel as he groaned into her neck, keeping himself pressed to her back as he rode out his climax. Redheart’s body spasmed and twitched as his hot seed gushed into her waiting womb, the thick jets of it quickly flooding her canal and seeping out around his length to drip down to the floor.
The feeling lasted for what seemed several minutes before he finally, slowly withdrew, letting her slip to the floor in a heap, her legs spread wide and trembling as she panted there. His spent member dangled as he watched the seed he spilled within her flood out of her pussy, the tile floor gaining a new shine of white as she remained there.
“I think…you passed the examination.” She finally panted out, looking up at the stallion above her. He smiled and kneeled down beside her, giving her a gentle kiss that she returned weakly before nuzzling under his chin.
“Maybe I should come back for another follow-up, Nurse?” he questioned, and she flushed red as she felt his seed dripping from her pleasantly sore marehood.
“Oh, for sure…after all, we have to keep you in good shape, Mr. Watch.” She replied before going limp against him, resting there together for the moment before they collected themselves. Redheart blushed as she realized that even after cleaning up; she could still feel the seed he emptied into her on her thighs. Clinging to his arm for support, they left the room, their clothes looking more ruffled than before as well as their manes.
“Sweetheart, I’m taking the day off. You can handle the night shift tonight.” The pink-maned mare called to her co-worker, who eyed the pair with a blush of her own, having figured out easily why they looked so disheveled. “I’ve got my own night to watch tonight.”
Author's Note
Sometimes, we all just need a little TLC.
Done by request for Ebony Stallion, one of my first followers and reviewers. I hope you enjoy my take on these two!
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