Redheart, the nurse at CHS, is a rather vicious woman. Checking in at just chest level on most high-school girls, the petite, pink-haired nurse comes across as very non-threatening to most students and staff, until she has them in her office.  With a razor-sharp tongue and a knack for speaking her mind, she’s not much for small talk and is frequently blunt with her patients. And even her superiors.
 
“She just doesn’t learn,” she hisses at the computer screen. Just to be certain, the nurse’s eyes scan over the email from Principal Celestia again. Sure enough, the older woman was once again offering the chance to teach a class in the coming quarter. Redheart makes a frustrated puffing sound with her mouth before crossing her arms under her slender chest, mulling over exactly what she wanted to say. When inspiration struck however, so did the nurse’s fingers against the keyboard.
 
Principal Celestia,
While I appreciate the opportunity (again) to teach a health oriented course in the coming semester, I must (again) decline. When we agreed upon my position here, it was with the understanding that I would be working only in a treatment and diagnosis-oriented capacity. I have no desire to enter into a classroom and teach, so please do not ask again.
Redheart RN
 
And away it went. Leaning back into her oversized chair, the small woman stretches her arms over her head and gives a victorious sigh. Another attempt at setting her future off course had been derailed. After a few moments of silence, Redheart frowns and rocks forward in her seat.
 
“I suppose that I ought to be more considerate on some level seeing as she’s my boss,” biting down on her lower lip, the woman shrugs and laughs the thought off. “Whatever, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve gotten on someone’s bad side.”
 
In truth, Redheart hates her job. It isn’t because of the children, indeed there are many of them who are a pleasure to be around and, on occasion, bring a smile to her usually scowling face. Nor is it due to conflict the rest of the staff, as they have been accommodating to her schedule and even the Principal agreed to help cover her continuing pursuit of education. It isn’t even the fact that she was working in a school setting, as the few and far between visits from students gives her ample time to do studying for her night classes.
 
No, what really gets under her skin is that she has been forced into a position with no end in sight. Several months ago, Nurse Redheart had been working at an ICU at one of the local hospitals, but got into a row with the head of her department. Despite her natural abilities, intelligence, and knack for patient care, she had been unceremoniously fired, and subsequently blacklisted from every position she’d applied to since. All save the on-site nurse at CHS.
 
Meeting the Principal for the interview was ultimately what sold her on the job. Principal Celestia was very much like her, clever, smart, and driven, with a passion for excellence that she would not compromise on and the two had bonded quickly. Redheart still remembered regaling the slender woman with…
 
A sudden but brief pain behind her temple causes the nurse to flinch. Gritting her teeth, she rubs two fingers against her forehead and tries to recollect her thoughts. Something about the Principal. Of course.
 
Initially, Redheart had been stunned by the thirty-something woman’s physical appearance. She looked as though she was Redheart’s age, only a few years out of college and with the world laid out in front of her. Well, even with a decade and more on the young nurse, Principal Celestia still had the world opened to her by virtue of her looks.
 
The sporty coat the Principal wore was cut in such a way that her cleavage was on full display and impossible to ignore. The usually tactful Redheart found her eyes drifting down into the canyon created by the soft, bulging flesh and finding herself both self-conscious and somewhat excited. The rest of the Principal’s body flowed in much the same manner, with wide hips and thighs that the nurse’s mother, who lacked as much tact as her daughter, would have pointed out marked Celestia as perfect for breeding.
 
Redheart wasn’t exactly a slouch herself, her petite frame had still been blessed by a pair of easily palmable breasts and, while she lacked the sheer girth of the Principal’s lower body, it was arguable that her legs were still able to compete, honed by years of endlessly stalking hospital halls. Still, the physical presence of the Principal left her feeling a little uncomfortable in her own body, as if she were somehow lacking in the shadow of the older woman.
 
But even beneath the slightly overdone makeup, dynamite body, and the ridiculous heels, Principal Celestia had proven herself to be surprisingly sharp and quickly put the nurse at ease. After laughing in delight at Redheart’s story, the two had talked for the better part of an hour and a half, detailing what it was that the young nurse’s goals for the future were.
 
“I want to be an NP,” she murmurs, remembering how Celestia’s face lit up like the sun. She reached across the table, her hands clinging to Redheart’s so tightly that her manicured nails pressed against the back of her palms.
 
“I love it. The passion, the drive that you have; I can hear it in every word that you say. I have to have you on my staff. When can you start?”
 
And that was that. The job is great in many respects, but over the past few weeks the pink-haired woman has begun to feel trapped. Even as her classes are going well and she’s on the road to beginning practical sections of learning, her continued attempts to resume employment at a hospital setting have been brushed off. As a result her mood has continued to sour, to the point where many students can be scared back to health by a teacher simply telling them to go see the nurse.
 
“Just as well,” she grumbles, staring at her inbox and waiting for the long-suffering sigh of the Principal to echo in her ears as she reads the return email. “Just gives me more time to study.”
 
As if on cue, there’s a firm knock on the door. Redheart makes a small frustrated sound before straitening her clothes and clearing her throat. The doorknob jiggles a few times before it finally opens and a student walks in. After a moment of thought, Redheart nods.
 
“Applejack, what a surprise; I believe this is the first time you’ve visited me outside of your school physical.”
 
“Heh, I reckon so. I’m not much for getting sick, to be honest,” the farm-girl laughs, tipping the brim of her hat down briefly as she struts into the room. Much like with Celestia before, Redheart finds herself staring at the young woman, especially the firmly muscled core peeking out from beneath the just barely too short tank top and the thick, tree trunk-like legs that could probably crush a wandering hand, if she wanted to do so. Not that Applejack seemed like the type of girl who would; she’d probably take charge and slide her legs open for anyone who-
 
A firm shake of the head knocks loose any undesirable thoughts, sending them skittering back to the corners from whence they came like so many bugs a the flick of a light. Clearing her throat again, the nurse raises an eyebrow.
 
“So, what brings you down here; feeling unwell?”
 
“Not as such,” the cow-girl drawls, grinning, “I just figured that it might be nice to come down and see how you’re doing.”
 
“Cutting class?” the nurse tuts and shakes her head. “I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for that, AJ.”
 
“Aw, it ain’t like that. It’s just that me and some of the other students noticed that you seem a little down in the dumps lately and just wanted to make sure that you’re doing okay.”
 
Kindness, from a student? What an unexpected surprise. Even though she wants to smile, Redheart feels her lips turn into a frown as she continues to look the girl over. Once again, a slight pain echoes through the nurse’s head as she squints at the familiar, but unfamiliar image of the busty, brick house of a woman in front of her. Something simply felt off, as it did with her recollection of her meeting with the Principal. At last, the smile breaks through, and is quickly matched by the blonde.
 
“That’s very kind of you Applejack, though I don’t see why you had to come down to my office instead of waiting until after school.”
 
“Oh, right,” AJ chuckles and reaches into her backpack. It’s smaller than Redheart remembers, so clean and collected. Didn’t she go around, practically lugging farm equipment with her through the school day? Why did everything seem so diff-
 
“Here we go!” Applejack’s words snap the nurse out of her reverie, drawing her attention to the object in the girl’s hand. Of course, it was an apple. Redheart nearly laughs, but something about the fruit catches her eye.
 
The green flesh of the apple seems to glow, even in the dim light, but not simply reflecting light from the ceiling. Instead, it seems to glow with a faint touch of pink, but after blinking twice, the color vanishes; leaving behind a plump, delicious, ripe looking green apple. Redheart begins to salivate at the thought of tearing into it, in spite of her usually collected demeanor.
 
“I know it ain’t much, but we had an early harvest on some of our apples, and I thought it would be nice to share some of my family’s bounty with someone else for a change.”
 
As she rolls the fruit between her fingers, Applejack smiles as she sees Redheart’s eyes fix upon the apple. Walking closer, she leans over the table and pushes her arms together in such a way that pushes her breasts up and out, collecting her cleavage in the neck of the top and exposing it to the young nurse. She watches as Redheart gulps, her eyes flitting between the delightful delicacy and the apple.
 
“Now,” AJ purrs, the nurse finding her eyes dragging themselves back up to the student’s face, “I ought to tell you that this is a special apple. It’s special because it reminds me of you.”
 
“Of me?” Redheart whispers, feeling her legs tremble even in her seat. A sudden rush of cinnamon and sunshine fills her nose, washing away the scent of antiseptic that lingered perpetually in her small office. “H-how’s that?”
 
“Well, this here apple’s got a bite to it. If you’re not ready for her, she’s liable to make your tongue slap your brain when you come round to her. She’ll make your face scrunch up and you’ll wonder why it is that you tried her in the first place.”
 
The nurse gulps, unable to tear her eyes away from Applejack’s. They were so, green; just like the apple she was describing. Every word that came out of the country girl’s mouth seemed to be the most important thing in the world.
 
“U-uh huh?”
 
“But,” AJ murmurs, leaning in close and nearly overpowering the smaller woman with the gentle scent surrounding her body. “But once you keep her around for a little while, you start to taste the sweetness. And it fills you all over; it makes it all worth it. You know what we call an apple that tastes like that?”
 
“What?” Redheart’s word is breathless, her eyes wide as her mouth goes ever so slightly slack.
 
“We call it tart.”
 
Tart. The word rolls of the blonde’s tongue and settles into the nurse’s ears. From her toes to the bun of hair on top of her head, that simple word resonates with her. An apple; she was like a tart apple.
 
“So tell me, sugar cube,” Applejack grins, her voice low, “How much of a tart are you going to be?”
 
Wait, what? Redheart blinks, shaking her head and pressing her fingers back to her temple. The pain had returned, stronger now, and had pulled her out of the moment. There’s the sound of heels clacking in front of her, and when she opens her eyes Redheart sees that Applejack is already taking a step towards the door. She had to ask, had to know if she heard right.
 
“W-what did you just say?”
 
Without missing a beat, Applejack turns her head and offers a sincere smile. “I said that you remind me of a tart apple and you could probably learn something about yourself by having a bite. Anyway, I best get back to class; don’t wanna get written up after all.”
 
Having a bite? Redheart tears her eyes away from the student only to find the apple sitting on her desk, glistening with an eerie light. Her breath catches in her throat even as the door clicks closed. A missed opportunity for clarification, but the nurse can’t seem to look away from the polished fruit.
 
At last she answers its quiet call, picking the apple up and turning it over in her fingers as Applejack had done before. With short, shallow breaths, she feels the firmness of the fruit, wondering what that first bite would taste like. Should she? Despite the familiar tone the blonde student took with her, something still felt off to the young nurse. It would be best to leave things alone.
 
But still, she feels her lips parting. Her hand moves of its own accord, placing the fruit against her lips. The nurse whimpers, feeling how dense the skin above the fleshy middles was; the only way to break through would be a conscious, firm bite. It was right there, if only she wanted it badly enough.
 
And so Redheart bares her teeth and bites down.
 
True to Applejack’s description, the juice hits her tongue and sends a small shock through her entire body. The soft hairs on the back of the nurse’s neck and arms stand on end, tingling with anticipation. Pulling the apple away from her mouth, Redheart sets it back on the table, taking her time chewing her way through the bite.
 
Each fresh puncture in the fleshy portion of the fruit reignites the tangy sensation that was now flooding her entire body. Redheart’s toes curl in her flats as she gives a quiet whimper of delight, feeling the familiar, sharp sensation beginning to fade as the underlying sweetness makes itself known. A tart apple, one of the most delicious things in nature’s bounty. According to Applejack, Redheart was a tart apple, sour at first but with a touch of sweetness at the end.
 
Swallowing the bite, Nurse Redheart closes her eyes and smiles; feeling as though she was floating on a cloud. In her mind, she continues to run through the comparison over and over, reminding herself of what she was.
 
She was a wonderful, delicious, tart apple… Sharp, able to stun her patients with her brilliance, as well as her vicious tongue.
 
She was a delicious, tart apple… Stern, capable of bringing even the most belligerent of patients into line with a firm look.
 
She was a tart apple… Sweet underneath it all, aching to reach out and heal those in discomfort and see to their needs.
 
It was true. She was a tart.
 
At the thought, what remains of the fruit glows again with a pink light for a moment before it fades back to the usual green color that the bimbo-apple had been granted. The distracted nurse completely misses the action, to wound up in her own line of thinking.
 
She was a tart. Sharp and stern at first, but with a deep and boundless sweetness underneath; the kind of woman who would reprimand the patients under her care when they act out of sorts, then taking them up and seeing to their concerns one by one. She was to provide comfort and healing to all her patients as long as they were aware that within the nurse’s office, Redheart was Queen.
 
A steady smile breaks across her face at the thought. Yes, in here she was the boss, regardless of the fact that Celestia ran the school. If she wanted to wear her hair down, then so be it!
 
With a slight twist and shift, the nurse’s hair falls out of its bun, the steadily growning pink strands framing her face as it begins to be covered with a bit more make up. Dark, mascara laced lashes blended with metallic blue eye shadow to really make her eyes pop, and a heavy dose of pink lipstick on her rapidly plumping lips. Her cheekbones shift and rise, giving Redheart a slightly more regal appearance, but she frowns as a thought crosses her mind. Pursing her lips into a scowl, she shakes her shoulder length tresses and sighs.
 
“As much as I would like to let my hair down and go a little crazy sometimes, I must remember that I am a nurse first. I must be in control and composed at all times, or at the very least appear to be. I must keep my hair up out of my face.”
 
As the words escape her swollen lips, Redheart’s hair seems to come to life. Despite the fact that the thickening strands of hair are still growing ever longer, tendrils of pink wrap their way in and around one another in an attempt to create a style worthy of a woman with her own office in a school building. The end result is an elaborately made up beehive inspired hairdo, though a long strand of hair still curls down in front of her face. It seems the desire for letting her hair down still had an impact on the end result.
 
Redheart shivers and opens her eyes. The curtain of pink blocking the right side of her face confuses her at first, but she quickly gets over it and begins to toy with the curl at the bottom, a small smile still resting on her lips.
 
“As a nurse, it’s important that I am calm and collected,” she murmurs again, unaware that the nail playing with her hair was gradually lengthening into a rather vicious looking talon. The other nine began to follow suit, leaving the nurse with ten beautifully manicured nails, much like Principal Celestia’s.
 
The thought of the Principal sends a small shiver down Redheart’s spine. It was true that she felt somewhat intimidated by the undeniably milfy body-type of Celestia, but at the same time, the nurse knew that she only had the best in mind for both her students and her staff. And besides, there was nothing wrong with finding her attractive; those impossibly large and natural breasts smoushed together in every suit that she owned, those thick legs that would be the perfect place for a child (or even a grown adult) to rest their head, everything about the woman screamed fertility. And even though both were without children, Redheart knew a great deal about that subject. It was only natural after all, she was a nurse and-
 
A sudden jolt of pleasure brings a gasping Redheart back to reality. She opens her eyes and sees that her hand had drifted down and under her skirt to begin toying with her clit.
 
“Th-that simply won’t do,” she mutters, pulling her hand away and taking several deep breaths in order to calm herself down. “I am, a professional nurse. I must act the part.” Taking a final deep breath, she tries to remember what she was doing, but as she closes her eyes to think, she falls back into the line of thinking she had just abandoned.
 
It really was only natural. She was a nurse, and puberty had given her a body that was both a blessing and a curse. Up until her fourteenth birthday, she had been a simple, unassuming girl with a rather wild hair-color. And then, almost overnight, her body had begun to change. She’d grown ever so slightly in height and begun to fill out in a way that surprised her mother to the point where she was convinced that Redheart was taking after her father’s side of the family.
 
Redheart was never a tall girl, but as her mind wanders back through her ‘history’, her already beautiful legs begin to lengthen. It’s not much, still putting her almost a full head beneath even the most average of girls, but the tingling sensation in her legs is enough to make the nurse stretch them out.
 
Still slender, but built with feminine muscle, Redheart’s legs lead up to a pair of girly thighs, not nearly as vast as the Principal’s, but carrying an undeniable firmness that carries over to her swelling hips and backside. The end result is a compact lower body that sets itself against the smooth, sloping curves of Celestia with less impressive, but more noticeable hairpin turns. The nurse slides a finger along her side, tracing the tight, difficult trail with a shiver, failing to notice the quiet creak from her straining skirt as she returns to her memories of growing up, tainted by the bimbo-apple.
 
Her lower body had just been the start, as soon her chest began to develop. Her family watched in amazement as she went through cup size after cup size for well over a year, sometimes at the rate of one or two a month. By the time she finally slowed down after her fifteenth birthday, the massive melons were well on their way to dwarfing her entire torso. A little bit more, and she would have had breasts from her collar bone all the way down to her bellybutton. The sensations of her newly grown assets were delightful, but they brought her a great deal of grief at school.
 
Redheart shivers at the memory, her hand reaching up and tracing along the neckline of her shirt. On cue, her breasts begin to grow, gradually warping the small icon that rests in the middle of the shirt. With each passing surge, the nurse slides her fingers lower and lower, as though feeling familiar flesh beneath her touch. Underneath, the plain white bra shifts in color, shape, and size, becoming instead a black affair, the shoulder straps shifting until they link up behind her neck and form a sort of sling that works in conjunction with the back support. And the size quickly dwarfs anything else that the bimbo-to-be had in her wardrobe this morning.
 
The shirt finally gives up under the assault of the spell, tearing down the middle and lightening to an off white color. It lengthens and stretches into a full length coat. The buttons along the side show no signs of use, as though it had never occurred to the nurse to close her jacket. Or if she could manage it at all, as her already enormous breasts give one final push forward, ultimately forcing her chest out like a shelf and setting the whiteness of the coat against the dark, sultry black bra underneath.
 
With the chase at an end, the nurse finds her way down to the bra itself and begins to circle her perfectly pink areola with a finger nail, sighing gently as she does. The sensation of firm fabric pressing up against the tender flesh causes her nipple to harden almost immediately. Redheart’s hand drifts back down under her shortening skirt to find her now uncovered snatch while she tugs on her nipple, biting her lip and remembering some of the teasing she endured.
 
Things had been bad when she started growing, but learning to throw her weight around had made it a little more bearable. With so many hormones running wild in her body, however, it was hardly a surprise when she began to date boys, which led to her biggest problem.
 
His name had been Fl-something, full of cocky smiles and swagger until confronted with an opportunity to get what he wanted. And as he’d been after Redheart, she finally gave in and decided to go with him. The dates had been pleasant, with her stuttering date doing his best to appear cool, but after the third date she had gotten it into her head to have a little fun.
 
Calling him aside after they made it to his car, she lifted up her shirt and gave him a coy smile. He had stammered and blushed, trying to make sense of what was happening. It didn’t take long for the sharp-tongued young Redheart to get fed up and reach across the seat, placing her hand over his crotch.
 
“Listen. I’m telling you to suck on my breasts. So you’d better do it unless you never want to see me again.”
 
The boy had acquiesced almost immediately. And it was everything that the young girl thought it would be and more. The delightful tingly feeling that settled into her breasts made everything seem all right, and he nursed away at her nipple for several minutes, leading to a state of euphoria.
 
But then it happened.
 
Redheart flinches as she feels a small spot appear in her bra. Opening her eyes, she slides her finger over it again before bringing it up to her face and sniffing at it. After a moment of thought, she smirks and shakes her head, unhooking the black fabric and placing it on the desk in front of her to ensure it stays clean.
 
“Of course it’s milk, what else would it be?” she mutters, sliding her index finger into her mouth as she begins to piston the same finger in and out of her pussy. The sweet taste rests against her tongue, sending the nurse into a jilling frenzy as she pumps her fingers between her lips. The delightful sensation brings back a fresh flood of altered memories.
 
The young Redheart had been ecstatic that something new was happening to her body; it was as though puberty were granting her another gift. What’s his name, not so much. Within a day, it had gotten around that the girl with the gigantic gozangas had a bad habit of lactating on her dates. ‘Cow’ and ‘Bessie’ had been expected, but when one particular girl turned it around and started mocking her future plans by referring to her as ‘Nurse Wetheart’, the chesty girl had had enough. She turned inward and focused on her studies, taking care of her natural urges the only way she knew how.
 
Back in the present, Redheart reaches back behind her desk, her spit-slicked finger groping for the familiar, friendly shape. At last, her hand closes around a thick cylindrical shaped object. She lazily runs her hand up and down, savoring the cool sensation of the surface against her hot hand, the bumps and ridges that decorate the entire length. Finally she glances back at the pink dildo, as thick around as her wrist and half as long as her forearm.
 
“Hello old friend,” she murmurs, picking it up and pressing it up against her needy cunny. Her entire uterine tract shudders, almost hungrily groping for the offered faux-dick. Biting her lower lip, Redheart begins to slide the shaft in and out of her snatch, suppressing quiet whimpers of delight.
 
Things had been like this since high school; she’d lost her virginity to a five dollar vibrator and simply showed no interest in boys from then on. Her studies were her life, and her entire family was impressed with her devotion to her craft. On occasion, she would express milk after a particularly satisfying orgasm, but for the most part her strange condition was forgotten.
 
Even still, as time went on and she grew older, her monthly cycle would bring with it an intense desire to, as she often told her imaginary lovers on a three day masturbation binge, knock her up until she couldn’t move. Furious, tear-filled sessions of trying to impregnate herself with a piece of plastic left her exhausted and satisfied, but ultimately unfulfilled.
 
There had been a few close calls, boys who had nearly made it through, but Redheart couldn’t find room to let anyone else in. She had to study. She had to work. Every excuse except for the one that was actually true.
 
Redheart was ashamed of her body, how lewd and unwieldy it was. How it seemed simply to exist for the sole purpose of getting plowed until her legs were rubber and she was a mother for the rest of her life.
 
And then, she had met Celestia.
 
After rejecting the advances of her supervisor, the nurse’s next performance evaluation had been so poor, and her co-workers so biting in their responses to her presence, that she had to be let go. Of course she knew why, she had burned her supervisor, and the other girls were intimidated by her brains and her body. That thought sent the distraught nurse looking for employment outside of hospitals and clinics.
 
When she first laid eyes on Principal Celestia, the nurse hoped that she had found a kindred spirit. With height and seemingly endless curves, Celestia had a body that could compete with Redheart’s, and when she opened her mouth and spoke, the nurse knew that she had to work her with this woman. She was smart, quick witted, and genuinely kind. Sure, there may have been a little attraction there, the electric feeling when their fingers touched, but as Redheart told the Principal her story, she could see the older woman’s face begin to shift as she nodded. She understood. She understood everything.
 
Almost.
 
“So,” Celestia had smiled in her usual disarming way, “I think it’s pretty clear we both like where this conversation is going, but I feel I have to ask. Is there anything unique about you?”
 
Before she could stop herself, Redheart replied, “I express milk.” The Principal pursed her plush lips, frowning at the response. The nurse’s chest seized up as she scrambled to make a recovery, but the words simply wouldn’t come out. Finally, Redheart hung her head and waited for the rejection from this beautiful woman who understood so well her suffering, but not the deepest ache of all.
 
After a few moments of having her eyes closed, Nurse Redheart felt fingers slide over top of her hand, delicately entwining with hers. Chancing a glance to the Principal, she sees the smile on her face, as radiant as the sun itself.
 
“You’re a nurse who can nurse?”
 
“I-I never thought of it like that, but I could be.”
 
Celestia squeezes the nurse’s hand and smiles wider.
 
“I love it. I love every bit of you. The passion, the drive that you have; I can hear it in every word that you say. Even your quirks are endearing. I have to have you.” From across the table, Celestia leaned in and planted a kiss on the stunned nurse’s lips. In that moment, Redheart’s heart soared.
 
The memory of that moment is enough to send Redheart careening down into a powerful orgasm. The subtle scent of grass and sunshine lingers in her mind for an eternity before she opens her eyes. Glancing herself over, the pink-haired bimbo sees that during her walk down memory lane she had managed to shove one of her engorged nipples into her mouth. The puffy flesh is red and furious from her enthusiastic suckling, but the blue-white milk still seeping out from the ducts is working to cool the irritated skin.
 
While she turns her attention to massaging the still slick skin, the magic, feeling that its work was nearly done, slides back down her legs, firming them up once more for good measure and forming a lacy black garter on her leg before arriving at the nurse’s feet. Her sensible ballet flats simply won’t do any more, and as the power surges into the floor, it warps and twists them into a pair of heels that would push her into average height. Between the heels, the increase in height, and the towering hairstyle, Redheart could now be considered as tall as several of her male patients.
 
But the nurse didn’t mind, it was nice to dominate them at her size. With her nipple placated, she slips her bra back on. As she turns her attention back to the day ahead, she sees that the room begins to shimmer almost as though it were a mirage. With the magic out of her system, Redheart gawks and watches the room change around her, the walls shifting to a pink color that screamed girlish. The two patient beds in the back became full, four poster beds with a similar color scheme as the walls. Half a dozen dildos appear behind her desk, but the changes gradually grind to a halt.
 
“What on earth?”
 
In her confusion, she turns to the apple. As before, it glows with a strange light, as if begging her to take another bite. Redheart licks her lips, wondering if the fruit were somehow responsible. Picking it up, she frowns and looks the apple over.
 
“As impossible as that sounds, what if-”
 
A chime from her computer draws her attention to the screen and the apple is almost immediately forgotten, rolling back out of sight as it slips out of her hand. The screen is somewhat more infantile than she remembered it being a moment ago, Redheart clicks on her inbox and finds a response from Principal Celestia. Feeling her cunny tighten just by seeing her name, the nurse bites her lip and resists the urge to frig herself as she reads, hearing the words in the Principal’s even toned voice.
 
‘Nurse Redheart,
I am deeply sorry to hear that you have no desire to assist the children of CHS.’
 
“What?” Redheart pauses and frowns. Had she said that? That was silly; children were her entire life! Deep inside of her, there’s a small pulse of approval and the nurse smiles, sliding her spunk-slick fingers over her middle. It was just a matter of time until she got what she wanted after all, but in the meantime caring for the young men and women of CHS was enough to tide her over.
 
‘But I must insist, we really do need an instructor for a health course next quarter. Many of the girls are dealing with issues of body image, and I thought that you would be an excellent candidate to teach them to love themselves.’
 
Hmm, well that didn’t sound so bad. Smiling, Redheart forgoes reading the rest of the email and begins to type out another response.
 
‘Principal Celestia,
I’d like to apologize about before and say that I’
 
There’s a sudden knock at the door that jars the bimbo out of her blissed-out state. Her clunky nails clack loudly against the keyboard as she hammers out a quick response before turning and smiling.
 
“Come on in!” At her request, a young man enters, holding his still bleeding nose and sniffing back tears. Redheart offers a conciliatory frown. “Playing dodgeball in gym again?” When the boy nods, the nurse sighs and motions him over.
 
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, never take your eyes off the ball.”
 
“B-but it was-”
 
“Shush, I’m in charge here,” the nurse frowns, pressing a finger to his lips. The boy sniffs, but nods and allows Redheart to clean up his face. After making sure the bleeding has stopped and that his nose was in good shape, she smiles at him. “Now, was that so bad?”
 
“No…”
 
“Good boy,” Redheart murmurs, ruffling his hair. The boy closes his eyes and accepts the contact. With a small grin, the nurse pulls up a seat before reaching back and unhooking her bra. A shiver rolls down her spine as she watches the boy stare in awe at her wonderful body. “Now, in order for me to live up to my job as a nurse, you need to do something for me.”
 
The boy stares for a moment, but when the bimbo reaches up and begins to toy with her nipple, the boy grins and hops up onto Redheart’s firm thighs. Latching onto her chest he suckles away, the nurse continuing to stroke the back of his head, whispering quiet words of encouragement to him. After all, what good is a nurse if she can’t live up to her title?
 
All told, it’s possible to say many things about Nurse Redheart. She is everything a future Nurse Practitioner should be: smart, clever, quick with a biting remark, and also very kind. But one thing is true above all others.
 
Nurse Redheart loves her job.
 
 
 
Vice-Principal Luna drapes herself over her sister, sliding a finger und and down the Principal’s still slightly sloping middle. Rolling her head about from side to side like a lazy cat, she sighs and stares at the screen.
 
“What exactly are we waiting for?”
 
“You’ll see, sister mine,” Celestia murmurs, reaching up and cupping her cheek in her palm. Luna sighs and leans into it, already feeling bored of waiting when an alert chime sounds. After a few clicks, Celestia opens the email from the CHS nurse.
 
‘Principal Celestia
I’d like to apologize about before and say that I      would really like to teach the class so I hope you make it happen got a patient bye
Nurse Wetheart’
 
Suddenly another chime and a second email opens itself on the screen.
 
‘I mean Redheart’
 
The sisters look at each other and share a laugh. Wiping a tear from her eye, Luna speaks first.
 
“She seems excited about the steps we’re taking as we move forward.”
 
“As all the CHS staff should be. We’re a family here after all, and if one of us is doing less than stellar then it’s up to all of us to help them get past what’s in their way.”
 
Luna nods, brushing her nose against Celestia’s. The two rub back and forth for a moment, before tilting their heads to the side and pressing their lips tog-
 
“ARGH!” Both women snap apart as a familiar roar echoes down the hall. “I have HAD IT with these… these… SLUTTY GIRLS!”
 
Celestia smiles and leans over to Luna as the loud stomp of boots signaling the approach of Cheerilee.
 
“Dearest Luna,” she whispers, “Could you go down and speak to Twilight about catching up Nurse Redheart on current events? And then send her my way; I’d like for our most frustrated teacher to have a little check-up…”
 
“As you wish, sister,” Luna says with a smile, pecking Celestia on the cheek and sauntering out of the room, her too short skirt revealing a pair of panties that ride up and frame her perfectly proportioned posterior. Sighing, the Principal watches her sister go, and then does her best to button up her suit and hide her cleavage. No reason to send the old bat further down the warpath. Still, a small smile crosses her lips.
 
“I just need to tell her that everything will be resolved shortly.”
 
And it will if Celestia has anything to say about it…