Your eyes began to open, vision still blurry. As your awareness kicked in, you felt an ache all over your body. It felt like you’d been through a match with a championship boxer and had your ass royally handed to you. It hurt like hell, much more than you’re accustomed to in a workout. Soon your senses and motor faculties started back up but you were still unaware of where you were.

However, there were a few clues that caught your attention: you were lying on a bed, tubes stuck into your arms, a rhythmic beeping, a nice and clean room, and a blonde haired pregnant woman holding your hand as she stared off into space. You knew who she was and were amused she would be there for you. You moved your thumb over the back of her hand, grabbing her attention.

“Calculus?!” Ms. Harshwhinny gasped. She stuck her head out the wall of sheets. “Nurses, he’s awake!” She then turns to you with suppressed relief. “Thank goodness you’re alright.”

“Wh-What happened?” you moaned as you rubbed your head in pain.

“You were in an automobile accident. I don’t recall the details of the scene but your car is a wreck. Fortunately, your insurance will cover both automotive and medical. So, don’t have a heart attack over it, please?”

“How long have I been out?”

“A week.”

“Shit,” you groaned. Being out for a week probably would see you piled with a lot to do. It’s not a pain to be carrying a lot of work on your plate. You were more worried about how you were going to get things done in your current condition. Looking down, you saw your right leg in a cast. “Where am I?”

“St. Mary’s Mercy,” replied Harshwhinny. “They were going to send you to Canterlot General but I wanted you to have adequate care.”

“Heh. I’m touched you care so much for me,” you snarked. Try as you may, your laughter caused a jolt of pain that silenced you. A doctor with a set of brown hair then came in, holding a clipboard.

“Glad to see you’re alright, sir,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m Dr. Horace, a senior orthopedic surgeon here at St. Mary’s. I have to say that we expected the worst when you were brought in after your… accident.”

“Thank you, doc.” You yawned. “How bad is it?”

“Well, It was nothing major nor permanent.” Horace said, flipping through his papers “You have a fractured leg, some bruised ribs, and a minor concussion. Judging by your talkative demeanor, it seems as though you’ve recovered from the latter.”

“Even then, I was running the numbers to see how high the bill is.”

“That’s good. No brain damage. But still, you need to spend two more weeks here to ensure you can rest at home with care. We still have quite a bit of work before you’re cleared for release.”

“Really? Dammit.”

“Calc, the doctors here are some of the best.” Harshwhinny said. “They’ll be the ones delivering my child when the time comes. As I said, you’re in good hands here.”

“Right.”

“Anyways Mr. Crunch, I have to get going. There’s a meeting I have to attend. I just came up here to make sure you were alright. I hope you get well soon.”

With a wave, she left the room, leaving only you and Dr. Horace. Not long after, a nurse came in. She had pink hair in a bun and wore a set of blue scrubs with a stethoscope around her neck. Even the aura she exhibits gave off a focused, cheerful, and caring vibe. And her smile, one can only hope to see a one that's as warm and nurturing as hers. On the I.D. badge around her neck gave you her name: Redheart. It was a fitting name for one dedicated to healing the sick and injured.

“Mr. Crunch, this is Nurse Redheart” Horace stated, “She’ll be taking care of you for the duration of your stay.”

“Yes, Dr. Horace,” Redheart sang. “I’ll make sure Mr. Crunch is as comfortable as possible.”

“Glad to hear it,” Horace said as he started for the door. “Now, I have another matter that requires my attention. Ms. Redheart will take care of you from here on out.”

“Yes, doctor.” With his departure, Redheart turned her gaze towards you with a frown on her face. “Oh, you poor thing. It’s amazing you’ve recovered from being so badly injured.”

“I… do appreciate your concern, ma’am,” you replied as you sat up. “How bad did I look when they wheeled me in?”

“My goodness, you were a mess,” she muttered as she fluffed your pillow. “Glass shards sticking in you, a bleeding head, and your face… yeesh, it looked painful. It was a miracle nothing else happened otherwise it would’ve been a very different story.”

“Well, color me lucky. Though, I wish I could say the same for my recovery. This is going to throw a wrench in my workout routine.”

“No need to worry about that. Sometimes, it doesn’t hurt to relax.” She then reaches for a small table grabbing a few small items from it. “But still, We’ll be putting you on daily calcium supplements along with your pain medication to speed up your recovery.” She hands you a cup of pills of various sizes and shapes. If there were any guesses, you knew they were going to taste horrible. Bottoms up and past the gums, you swallowed each as fast as you could, followed by a generous amount of water. Just the taste of the medication made your spine quiver and cringe.

“Jesus Christ!” You shuddered. But slowly yet surely, the effects of the painkillers took shape.

“I know,” remarked Redheart “But, you’ll be feeling better before you know it.”

“Hope so.” Then, your stomach began rattling its saber. It desires sustenance in the worst way possible. “But, I’ll say that I’m famished.”

“Don’t worry.” Redheart started towards the door “I’ll send for some food. Just relax and I’ll be right back. But after dinner, it’ll be time for your sponge bath.”

“Sponge bath? Christ, that’s going to be humiliating.” For most of your life, you carried yourself as a self-reliant person. Rarely did you ask anyone for help. But the thought of you, a grown man being washed by some admittedly cute looking nurse was embarrassing, to say the least. But there was nothing that could be done about it. You had to suck it up and swallow your pride because you’ll be spending the next couple weeks under medical care. You just had to hope the food is at least somewhat tolerable.

You finished chowing down on the last of the pizza that was given. Though the taste was subpar, it was still good. Pizza is pizza. Being unconscious for a week would work up an appetite of a ravenous beast. All in all, you were satisfied and less grumpy. Soon enough, Nurse Redheart walks in with a reserved smile on her face. Something tells you that you certainly won’t be growing tired of her smile.

“I hope you found the food to be filling,” she sang.

“I can’t complain,” you shot back. “It is what it is.”

“Well, it’s time for your sponge bath, sir. I’ll help you out.” You sat up, turning around and letting Redheart help you into your wheelchair. You were then wheeled into the bathroom, complete with a bath and everything. She starts running the water, checking to make sure it was relaxing hot “Here, I’ll help you out of your clothes.”

You raised your arms up, allowing her to take your gown off. She blushed as she looks on at your lean yet muscular form. But the moment she took off your lower garments, she sat in shock for a moment. Though you weren’t fully erect yet, you were still quite sizable while flaccid. Snapping herself out of her trance, she brought her focus back to the task at hand. She took a garbage bag and made sure your cast won’t get soaked.

“Okay, it’s bath time.” Redheart remarked as she helped you into the tub. The water felt hot yet relaxing to the touch, soothing your achy muscles and bones. You couldn’t help but let out a relaxed moan as you sat back. It was much needed and it felt like the pinnacle of nirvana. “Okay, I would like you to sit up so I could get those arms.”

And scrub those arms she did. She paid close attention and never let a single speck of dirt remain on your skin. She was soft yet thorough with her scrubbing. She later moved onto your other arm before reaching your back. Just the way she ran that sponge up and down felt like a much-needed massage. However, her actions had the side effect of hardening your quivering cock. You hope to god that she wouldn’t work her way down there.

“Okay, now for your front.” She said, running the soap and water soaked sponge over your chest. Every movement and circle soothed your muscles. The further down your chest she went, the more you got nervous. Like a great many things, the inevitable happened as the sponge made contact with the base of your shaft with the side of her hand touching the skin. For a moment, Redheart froze with embarrassment and the air was beset by dead silence.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry,” she said as she turned away but never removing her hand. “Did I offend you?” Truth be told, you weren’t upset at all. You were a little embarrassed for sure. Your mind warned you to not to enjoy it out of the moral quandaries that’ll result. However your member, the very part of your biology that is associated with sensual desire, was calling the shots. Slowly and cautiously, Redheart started jerking your dick, going faster by the moment. Soon it got to the point where it sent water splashing about. Looking around, an all too familiar grin soon formed on her face.

Standing up, she removed the top of her scrubs and then the bottom. Your jaw dropped at her nice figure. She had a decent set of C-cup breasts and some nice hips with an ass to match. Soon her lacy bra and panties were gone and there was nothing keeping your eyes from her pure form in all its glory. Reaching behind, she undid her hair bun and let it flow freely.

“Goodness,” you gasped. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Life’s greatest question,” Redheart replied as she advanced towards you, fondling her breasts and nethers with her stride. “Well here’s another. Can I join you? No need to worry. I’m always careful with my patients.” Nodding enthusiastically, she climbs in, seating herself between your legs. Her eyes darted back and forth, examining your body with a lick of her lips. “Hmm, nice body? How hard have you been working out?”

“Pretty hard,” you said. “Though, I’m irked that I can’t for a few weeks.”

“All bodies need rest and that time has come for yours.” Redheart then leaned back and flanked your cock with her feet. “Now, allow me to take care of you.”

Her feet then gripped snuggly around your member, moving up and down its length. Your jaw went slack as her feet pleasured you. Never in your years of getting around did you ever think that a foot job would be enjoyable. Good lord did it feel so good. Still, you weren’t the one to be the sole receiver of pleasure. Thinking quick, you brought your free foot to her puffy pink slit and rubbed it furiously, brushing her clitoral nub. Moan after moan, gasp after gasp, a litany of obscenities escaped her mouth. As much as you like seeing her enjoy it, that was never enough for you. You wanted her to scream until the cows came home.

Without a single hint, you jammed your big toe inside her vagina. She gasped from the sudden entry as you wiggled it around inside her moist sex. After some time, you managed to find her g-spot as indicated by a sharp yelp. Even as you tackled her button, she responded in kind with added speed and pressure on your spear. Your balls tightened and her caverns closed around you as you both picked up the pace, driven by the surge of ecstasy coursing through your veins.

With a loud yelp to the heavens, she came but you didn’t feel it due to the water. Very shortly, you came too as you quickly aimed your cock at her tits. Splurt by splurt, ropes of your jizz coated her mounds. Just the thought of emptying your load on her breasts turned you on, making your orgasm all the more pleasurable. After a minute of riding your orgasm, the air fell quiet, save for the occasional splash of water.

“Christ, who never thought nurses were so kinky.” You breathed. With a blink of your eyes, Redheart was crawling on top of you with a look of hunger. Latching her lips onto yours, your tongues danced in a display of passion. Her wet and slender body pressed against yours as you held onto her juicy ass. She was so irresistible that you started to grind your still erect shaft against her groin. “Hmmm, still hard, aren’t ya?”

“God, you have such an amazing body.” You breathed. Redheart reached down and positioned the tip of your dick against her slit, rubbing it to increase your desire. You wanted it, you wanted her… bad. Lowering herself down, she let out a shuddered breath as she hilted herself on your spire. Resting her body on you once more, her hips bounced up and down, massaging your pole.

“Oh my,” Redheart gasped. “Your cock is huge. Where has it been all my life?!”

Your bodies ground against each other, aided by the soapy water that soaked you. Her ass was so soft and big that you couldn’t help but squeeze it like a bag of soft clay. With every squeeze, she’d let out a moan. You then decided to sync your groping to the rhythm of her bounces. Clearly, she was pleased as went faster and faster, lost in the haze of her lust. As her walls tightened around your cock, she snaked her arms behind your back, holding you tightly as if you were her lover.

“OH GOD, YES! PLEASE, GIVE ME YOUR CUM! PLEASE! PLEASE! OH YES! YEEESSSS!!!”

With one last bounce, you both came at the same time by cosmic coincidence. It was so intense that you held onto her for dear life. Shot after shot, you filled her to the brim, riding the afterglow as you engaged in a little post-coital cuddling.

“Wow, who never knew that I’d strike luck today.” Redheart moaned as she traced a finger along your chest. “Though unprofessional, it was simply impossible to resist.”

“Same here when I got assigned a cute looking nurse as my caretaker,” you whispered.

“You flirt.” As much as you wanted to stay as you were, Redheart still had a job to do. Draining the water, she gave you a quick scrub and rinse before getting you into some fresh garb. As you sat in your wheelchair, you were in awe as she cleaned of her ever so slender body. Seeing the water drip from her tits and down to her vulva made you want more then and there. Alas, the both of you were spent. After getting redressed in her work gear, she wheeled you back to your bed, helping you on it and making sure you were comfortable.

“So, Redheart,” you said, grabbing her attention. “Do you want another go tomorrow?” She looked down, blushing at your remark.

“You serious?” She breathed.

“As sure as the sunrise, ma’am.”

“Well, I think we can work something out. I have to admit, that was the best I’ve had in five years.”

“Is it now?”

“Indeed. Get some rest now. You still have some work on your legs tomorrow. Sleep tight.”

When the lights flickered off, you stared out at the night sky. Somehow, the lunar lights lulled you to sleep. All that you could think about in your dreams was nailing Redheart. You have two weeks to spend at the hospital. With her keeping you company, it won’t turn out so bad after all. You just wished you could walk.

Author's Note

Hello. I know that you all were wonder what I've been up to. I've been working on three chapters, back to back. They'll all be making landfall tonight, starting with this one. As always, I hope you enjoy this.