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Sweet Nurse

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Vada

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Skye hummed a tune to herself, the cobra naga weaving her way down the hospital hallway with a little bit of a bob in her 'stride'. Of course, she could not step out like the humans and other anthros working in the hospital but that didn't matter too much to a nurse like her, although she tried not to think all too much about the effect on her softly red scales from the harsh chemical cleaners used religiously on the floors and every available, suspect surface of the hospital. Whereas they had their purpose, they didn't half make her scales itch when she had to keep brushing up against them! That was by the by, however, when it came to helping the many patients and, oh, she had so very much to do! Just where was the time to get everything done?

Ah well! To work she would have to go! It was just the start of her shift and she had barely a moment in which to check her hood, the 'frill' of a cobra resting in a relaxed fashion against her neck. Oh, it was so embarrassing when that popped up full of its own accord but that was, thankfully, something that didn't happen all that often in the course of her work, even though just brushing her slender fingers against it reminded her that she needed to rub some oil into it once again, lest her skin begin to shed prematurely. The crisp, white dress tunic that she wore all the time at the hospital kept the majority of her torso clean and dry at all times at least, so that most certainly was something. And it was something more to be cheery about as she picked up her pace, blue eyes sparkling as she hugged her clipboard to her chest and bustled into the room of the first patient that she had to check up on that day.

Little did the serpent know, however, that he would, very swiftly, become her favourite patient of the day.

“Everett!" She chirped, slithering into the room and smiling at his bedside as the young man shrank back in the bed, seeming to barely have the strength with which to hold up his own head. “And just how are we feeling this morning?"

The man with a dark mop of hair that was badly in need of a trim (he had been in the hospital for a while now, bless him) sank down to the pillows, smiling weakly and sheepishly. The grey pallor of his face was somewhat improved since her last shift and Skye clucked her tongue sympathetically against the roof of her mouth, the longer, more slippery appendage drawing a wetter sound forth than would be produced by most.

“A little better, nurse… I mean, Skye," he said quietly, his voice so faint that it seemed as if he may as well have been felled by the beats of a butterfly's wings. “It's nice to see you again though. Did you have a nice weekend away?"

“Oh, yes!"

She giggled and covered her lips with her fingertips, although there was nothing demure about her as she efficiently and proficiently hustled through the work, preferring to get to the much more interesting task of caring and conversing with her patient, Everett. He'd been in her hospital for too long already, it had to be said, and she would be very glad to see the back of him, as much as she enjoyed having him as her patient. He was such a good boy and, well, just one of those that made her day a little bit brighter each and every time she saw his face. Of course, although she would affectionately refer to him as a 'boy' in the sweet sanctuary of her own mind, she would never have presumed to call him such out loud, for he was most certainly a man, even if a man who needed some of her extra special serpent TLC from time to time.

“It was such a lovely time out by the lake and I got to see all my family too," she bubbled out, tongue flickering out from between her lips in her excitement to get the words out. “Little Johnny, oh, he's growing up so fast! Nearly up to my hip now and slithering all over the place! I just can't keep up with him!"

The smile broadened on Everett's face, pulling at his tired lips as he sat up, the drip that fed into his arm tugging and rattling at the stand that it was attached too. He would soon be able to come off the drip, which provided him with much-needed nutrients while he was under the weather and unable to eat or drink very much, but he still required it for the moment, as aggravating a thing as it could be to have pulling at one's arm all the time when they were simply trying to rest up the best they could. Skye's eyes dropped to it as she bobbed over, nose dipping down to check the fluid level more closely.

“Hm, I think you need a fresh bag of this, sweet pea."

“Your Johnny, your nephew," Everett said, half-managing to prop himself up with one arm as she rushed to plump up the pillows behind him for support. “He reminds me of my cousin. But he has legs and not a tail."

“Oh! I bet he's so adorable!" Skye giggled. “Does he have the same brown eyes as you? I heard they follow sides of the family like that, but it's different for us snakes. Genetics is not my forte, sweetheart!"

Whereas Everett didn't know all that much about genetics himself, he could assure her that, strangely enough, his cousin did have the same, brown and soulful (he didn't describe them quite like that, however!) eyes as him, a miniature version of his cousin who had found himself so very poorly just as the holidays were coming upon them. The young man's eyes misted over sadly, remembering what he was missing out on, and the nurse wasted no time in distracting him, her skills at conversation and the nuances of patient care second to none. That was just why she was so good at her job!

“Oh, darling, you'll see your family again soon," she rushed to reassure him, folding her paws in front of her flat stomach with a smile, eyes alight with her earnest nature. “Remember, they're travelling down on the train to see you!"

That cheered him up just a little and brought the smile back to his face, although it came tinged with greater sadness than the first. There was little for him to do in the hospital bed bar watch terrible television as his concentration was so lacking after the operation that he still had a long way to go in his recovery. Still, Skye knew his doctor was hopeful that he would be able to return home for a home care service shortly and that would, no doubt, boost his spirits some too to have his dog at his side again. But she would be the one left sad and missing him for he would no longer be there with her too!

That, alas, was the downfall of being a nurse for, to be a good nurse, she had to see her patients go. Her patient in question squirmed a little, glancing at her and then looking away, a question clearly on his lips.

“I know… They'll be here to see me soon, it's really nice of them to come visit from so far away. There is one thing though…"

Blushing, Everett turned his face away, the stubble on his face only half-hiding his blush from view. But Skye knew him well enough to know just when there was something he was a little on the shy side about, even if he had managed to conceal his embarrassment, and laid her hand on top of his, her warm touch covering a hand that was still pale and cool beneath hers.

“Everett, you can tell me anything. Whatever you want, I shall do everything within my power to get it for you!"

Of course, she would: she was Skye and Skye went above and beyond for her patients, just like every other nurse in the hospital. But that didn't mean that the words came any more easily from Everett's lips as he gulped and nipped at his lower lips, stalling for time while she waited oh so very patiently to see just what she could do to make his time there a little easier again.

“It's just…"

She smiled.

“Yes?"

Grimacing, Everett ran his fingers back through his hair, regretting the action immediately as he slumped back down, eyes hazing over on the edge of dizziness. Skye drew in a sharp breath, checking his pulse, but he managed to recover from fainting, his strength still weak and much ahead of him on the road to recovery. Maybe he would not actually be returning home the following week, after all, if things continued on the path they were… But he still had to find it in himself to let her know what he wanted, nerves grating and churning in the pit of his belly.

“I…" His cheeks burned, the shade of red blotching there shocking against his pale pallor. “It's just that I need to…you know…"

He looked down at himself and made a weak gesture that, somehow, the nurse understood, straightening to attention with a little jerk of her body.

“Oh, of course! It must have been some time since you were able to relieve yourself, Everett, I'm so sorry to leave you like this! Would you like me to assist you to the bathroom?"

She had to ask, had to assume that he was growing stronger, for she could not bear it if he thought that she considered him weak. It was no surprise at all to the naga-nurse, however, that Everett shook his head quietly, eyes dropping to the smooth, white sheets of the bed where his hands lay, fingers ever so slightly spread out.

“No…" He mumbled. “Could I have the bedpan, please? I can't get myself up today. Maybe when the drip is out and I can seat some…"

Of course, Skye was more than prepared for that and shook her head as if his request was completely out of line, something far more intimate and caring in the forefront of her mind. For what kind of nurse would she be if she did not take every last step possible to provide her favourite patient with all the care that he could possibly require?

“Oh, my dear, there's absolutely no need for that, don't you worry."

Drawing the curtain around his bed, for Everett had been fortunate enough to secure himself a private room, in case anyone inadvertently opened the door and raised his nerves even further, Skye smiled kindly to him, her cheeks seeming to plump out with her genuine sincerity. There was no need for a bedpan and that humiliation too, of course, when she could provide for him far better with just her mouth and her lips.

“What are you..."

But he trailed off, eyes wide, as she drew the bed sheets gently off him, waiting for a nod of consent as he trembled, and eased the hospital gown up his legs, the warm brush of her fingertips enough to ease just a little of the tension from his frame. There she exposed his soften shaft, lying against his thigh, although the curl of hair was to be expected, considering his time in the hospital. Compassionately, she did not raise the gown high enough to expose his stitches (she knew just how he hated to look at them) and kept his midsection well-covered as her nose dipped sweetly down to his crotch and she took the head of his member between her lips.

Everett gulped, eyes wide. Was she really doing that? What? Touching him there? And it wasn't just her touch either, not a hand – but her mouth! He opened and closed his mouth several times, heat racing down his neck, and would have squirmed away if he had not been equal parts dumbstruck and physically unable to move.

“Oh…"

The words stuck in his throat, thick and cloying as she hummed softly around his shaft, looking up at him so very sweetly with those imploring eyes of hers. It seemed wrong but she only wanted to help...surely? What could he say? What could he do?

“A-are you sure about this?" His blush deepened along with his stutter and his fingers twitched towards her, brushing her cheek delicately as she half-closed her eyes, although anything he did seemed like the wrong thing. “I don't mean to impose… It's just..."

But, of course, Skye was a snake who went above and beyond and she hummed softly in affirmation, unwilling to release his shaft and deny him his release, as inadvertent as that would be. No… It was something she offered so many of her patients and her heart warmed to serve him, to help him out just a little, as the young man murmured his thanks to her and slowly relaxed back into the bed.

And Everett could not have said that the feel of her lips around his cock was not soothing, even though it was embarrassing to feel that he simply did not have the strength to get out of bed. She made him feel like he was being taken care of in every way, like nothing was too much trouble, as Skye encouragingly swept her serpentine tongue around the head of his cock. Oh, she knew it was hard for him to let go and she would do everything and anything in her willpower to make sure that he was satisfied and at ease, only so as to hasten his recovery and, well…that was just the kind of snake she was too.

The man pressed his lips together, eyes half-closed as he relaxed. It was funny how the body sometimes wouldn't quite 'do' what one wanted it to do when a situation changed. Of course, if Everett had been standing in front of a urinal or just a toilet, things most likely wouldn't have been a problem but there was something far more intimate and sweet about the potential of urinating into a soft, warm mouth that made things more difficult than, truly, they should have been.

It was better too, however, and he groaned softly in the back of his throat as he finally managed to release the hot stream. It had been a long while coming, none of the other nurses having been by for a good while before Skye – there had been an emergency, it could not be helped – and he exhaled in a long, needy sigh as he urinated quietly into her mouth, the snake's lips pursed around his cock with just the right amount of firmness to ensure that not a single drop of urine escaped.

Not that Skye would have wanted to create a mess either by shifting her lips even a little, the tight seal around his length sending a tremor down his shaft as she hummed lightly. That was it! All he'd had to do was relax and let her take care of him, just as she was trained to do. Wasn't it so much better and kinder to relieve oneself into a muzzle too, rather than a nasty toilet? Suckling softly around the tip, she flicked her tongue lightly against the smooth head, encouraging him to spend every last drop into her mouth as the hot, acrid rush of urine flooded her mouth. Strongly aromatic and flavoured, it spoke of the diet he'd been on while in the hospital, although she was pleased to sense that they had actually managed to get enough fluids into him, the flow fervent and easily still coming. It splashed up against the insides of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth too, venomous fangs carefully tucked away where they would not harm her patient, and she herself was reluctant to swallow for fear of him thinking that she was done with him and that he should actually force himself to stop.

No… To have him stop before he was relieved simply wouldn't do and she expertly suckled lightly on his length, coaxing out everything he had to give as the man groaned and relaxed further into the bed. He must have had an awful lot pent up in there and her heart thrummed in empathy for him. To think of how uncomfortable he must have been! Oh, he should have come to her sooner – she should have been in sooner! The taste of his urine was comforting to her mind too, a reminder that she was doing the very best she possibly could in her role, the tip of the snake's tail flicking back and forth ever so gently as she slowly and surely drained his bladder to that point of complete and utter blissful relief.

“Ahhh…"

Everett blushed and grinned sheepishly at his own expression of relief, the sentiment breaking the barrier of his lips before he could call it back. Skye giggled around his cock, sharing his joy, and pulled back only enough to lavish attention on his shaft with her tongue, dutifully and sweetly cleansing him with the wet, flexible appendage. Of course, to do that, she had to swallow first and she gave him her brightest, happiest look before gulping it down, the bulge in her throat denoting the progressing of his urine all the way into her stomach. For some, something like that may have been a treat – and she would have been lying if she said she did not enjoy the kindly service part of her job and role in the hospital – but Skye knew that there was more to be taken care of still as she swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft.

From there, her tongue dipped lower, the serpent ever-aware of his heart rate increasing, jumping and fluttering. Thankfully, he was no longer hooked up for that to be monitored, now that he was out of the danger zone, as the poor man had begged her to turn it off with the beeping driving him well and truly up the wall. She rumbled softly, a sound that was too low of a pitch to be heard by human ears burbling up from her throat, licking her lips. Oh, it was really too much what he'd been through; the poor man just needed a bit of relief.

And she was there to provide it – everything that he needed and even more than that too. The man tensed ever so slightly as she lashed her tongue softly down his shaft and across his balls, seeming to play with them briefly and expertly as she ensured that there was not a drop of urine left over, even dipping down to the tight bud of his anal ring to be sure that he was as clean and as comfortable as he could possibly be. He shifted away slightly but pushed back almost immediately, Everett's body wanted what his mind worried about, thinking that he was taking advantage of her. Skye wasn't so sure on her side though that it was even possible to even slightly take advantage of her and carefully swept her tongue up on either side and across his perineum, finding a few stray drops of dried urine that should really not be tainting his skin. But that was something she was there to take care of.

But the man could not help reacting to such sweet stimulation, his length hardening and plumping out with blood as his breath quickened, chest rising and falling in a rapid flurry of breaths that, under any circumstance, would have rendered her concerned. Skye, however, knew well enough the effect she had on him and spared no spot as she teased and wriggled her tongue into his tight rosebud as he grunted and twitched, sweat beading on his forehead. The hardness of his cock could not be refused though, his need evident, and she drew her muzzle back slowly and sweetly as if she was afraid to startle him, even if accidentally.

He wanted it: she could tell. She hadn't been a nurse for so many years for nothing, her time and expertise lending her confidence that may have, otherwise, been hard-won. And so it was that she fluttered her eyelashes, breaking down one of the last barriers of his as Everett pressed his lips together and seemed to try to gulp down his nerves, cheeks red and hot and his achingly hard shaft pulsing for her attention. All the gentleman had to do was accept it, to let her please and relieve him as he so desperately needed to be, and all would be well. But it was never her decision to make for him.

“You don't need to be shy about letting me help you, sweetheart," she cooed, tugging at the neckline of her tunic, the collar pressed crisply, as was the dress code in the hospital. “I am here to relieve your needs in all ways…"

Everett swallowed hard, nodding as he shyly turned his cheek to the pillows once more, for he could not help but be shy about someone who, while not a stranger, was very much in a position of caring for him. Yet was there any shame, truly, in letting her care for him as, well, every nurse was able to do? And Skye's mouth was so soft and warm, seeming to push in around his hard length from all sides at once, although it was only her lips that actually formed a tight seal around his shaft. And her tongue, oh! Oh, her tongue… A human tongue, small and soft, could never compare as she expertly wrapped it around his length and suckled so sweetly and fervently it was as if she was eager for a second helping of fluid from his hot length, even if it would be of a different sort in the end.

No one could have compared to one practised in the sweet skill of oral, although Skye was no whore on a street corner by far. There was nothing crude about her teasing and pleasing his shaft with a warm and loving touch, taking her cues and her lead from him as she allowed his moans to direct her. No, there was no rudeness there of money being exchanged, just one soul doing for another what she best felt she was able to do. The skin drew back softly from the head of his shaft as she pushed her nose down all the way to his crotch, easily taking the head into the back of her throat and deep-throating him with the pulsing droplets of pre-cum trickling straight down.

No one would have begrudged her the sweetness of drinking for the tap, however, and her uniform creased as she eased further over the bed, curling up the long length of her tail beside him as he laid a hand on her snake-skin. It was almost as if by accident that it happened but the two of them shared a shudder as she suckled and bobbed her muzzle on his cock, drawing out his pleasure as a groan tried to break free from the prison of his mouth. Everett, however, had no breath with which to moan, fingers twitching on her and trying to dig in, although all that they found on her smooth hide was firm muscle beneath the top layer of snake-skin.

He didn't have to do anything for her in return, of course not, but Skye giggled around his cock, eyes flicking up mischievously as the top button of her white dress popped free. Her breasts were not overly large by any means but big enough to be noticeable and smartly fill out the front of that outfit. With the curve of cleavage exposed, he shuddered, fingers twitching for it, and his cock seemed to throb all the more urgently within her wet maw as she bobbed her head on it. How long had it been since he had last had the pleasure of spilling his load too? Oh, he had been in the hospital for so long that she could not imagine and she wantonly pushed her nose all the way down into the soft curl of hair at his crotch, taking him deep into her throat as she sucked as if her life depended on it.

He tried to be quiet, really, he did, but no man after being pent up for so long could stop the deluge of seed as he filled her muzzle. The snake kept him rammed into her throat, swallowing quickly for his pleasure rather than because he was triggering any sort of gag reflex, and he moaned, trying to press the back of his arm across his mouth to little success. On and on his orgasm rolled, drawn out by the wetness of her tongue flicking down against the underside of his shaft, teasing and manipulating him into giving more and more and more until he was good and spent and entirely satisfied. What man could have asked for more?

Yet he was tired and panting as he slumped back into the bed, Skye eagerly licking her lips to ensure that not a single drop of cum was missed, her tongue gently bathing his shaft and crotch. Of course, there was not a drop or smudge of urine left but it would not become her to leave him sticky and uncomfortable and Everett even managed to relax, easing more into the position of having her offer her services to him in the name of care, fingers twitching over to brush her forearm. Impulsively, she clasped his hand in her own and smiled, curling her tongue around the base of his cock in a final swipe of gentle cleaning.

“You get your strength back now," she murmured lovingly as she rose up the length of his body, kissing him softly and sweetly on the lips. “Eat your breakfast! I can hear the cart coming now for you."

He seemed more surprised by the kiss, if possible, than her amazing oral care, but his breakfast was on the way and she had to leave him, or else she would merely become a distraction. And that would not be her duty as a nurse to hinder his care when she could otherwise hope to see him healthy and happy.

Alas, things were not to be well for Everett, his condition weakening through the course of the day despite another blowjob that Skye gave in something akin to desperation, the snake hurrying back and forth between all as she strove to give each and every patient on her rounds individual care and attention. No one was well, not very well at all, and seeing Everett's face when he realised that he would not be coming off the drip hurt her heart in a way that she thought nothing could. Would she not see the young man go home? Yet there was more to come to bring that light and hope back to her once more, even if it was different to even all of the training that the nurses had gone through in the specialist patient care programme to begin with.

The next night, Skye saw him again. She'd made sure that she was the one put on that special, late shift, not that it was one all that coveted by the staff at the hospital. After all, they had their lives and families to return home to at the end of the day too and didn't want to spend their entire lives within the hospital walls, as devoted to their job and cause as they were. Skye was no different but she'd taken, one could say, a particularly special interest in Everett and his wellbeing, even as it looked like he was going to struggle to leave the hospital for very long at all.

Moonlight slanted in through the hallway as she slithered hurriedly down the corridor connecting the hospital wings, antibacterial soap dispensers seeming to line the walls every few feet as if the designers had been trying to compensate for something. Perhaps they had been expecting the infectious and contagious to be housed there. Either way, Everett was not contagious in any way but they had come to a risqué and extreme kind of treatment plan to bring him to the very edge of the human condition.

There was only so much medicine could do, however, and that was just why Skye came into the mix, her aftercare just as important as what they planned to put him through. She only hoped that she could make it just a little bit easier on him in whatever ways he desired of her.

At the end of the month… It seemed fitting, in a way, that everything had come together in the advancement of medicine at just the right time. And she so very badly wanted to see her sweet patient go home at the end of the day, her expectations of him leaving her shattered when his results came through.

But she wouldn't give up on him – no! Skye pushed her shoulder blades back and smiled, tongue flickering out over the edge of her lips as she flitted from one pool of moonlight to the next. They had given her a task to do, a task to help out her patient, and she was going to do her bit to help him through the worst of it. It was, of course, something that all patients were offered but they had to reach a certain point in treatment or need for it to become available. Skye could only be grateful that it was her who would be able to treat her patient so sweetly when they had come to know one another so well.

And there he was, tucked up in his bed with his pale face turning from side to side in an unduly fitful sleep. The curtains had been drawn earlier in the night but a sliver of moonlight still picked out a curl of dark hair against the pillow, in desperate need of cutting. Her heart pulled for him as she eased in, drawing the covers back slowly so as not to disturb him. Poor lamb… He had so very much more pressing matters on his mind than cutting his hair and she longed to take care of that too for him, her mouth ever so slightly dry as she roused him with a light rub to his groin.

Of course, what man would not be roused by such stimulation, however gentle it was? He stirred in his sleep and was sitting up, or at least trying to, in no time, helping by her gentle hands and a wide-eyed stare.

“Relax," she whispered, eyes alight in the dimness of the room, although Skye had no trouble in seeing him at all and what she needed to do her job. “This is all going to help you. We're going to get you home again, sweet pea."

But Everett was not quite on the same page as her still and blinked several times, shakily bringing up a hand that trembled too badly to not raise her concern for him further, slowly and awkwardly brushing the hair back from around his forehead and the corners of his eyes.

“What's going on?" He murmured groggily, seemingly still half-asleep despite his wide-open eyes. “I… What? Nurse Skye, what are you doing here so late? Haven't you gone…home tonight?"

And the answer she had for him slipped as easily from her lips as water but with the sweetness of honey, tail flicking and easing up to tease the covers further down his legs even as the man's shaft hardened instinctively. His body, after all, knew and understood what was to come, aroused by her even if his mind still had a moment in which to catch up with the matter. All would come right if they only exploited what every human body craved above all else, wrapped up deep in the intricacy of their soul.

“We're going to take care of you, dear. We call it Intimacy Care, it's really lovely... And everything's going to be alright. Don't you worry about a thing, Everett, I'll be here to look after you the whole way."

And little did Everett know how true that would shortly become...