Candice, a white tigress with violet eyes moved in with Mike, a human male with brown hair and blue eyes over three years ago. The tigress worked as an ER nurse at the county hospital, while Mike worked for the marketing department of a multinational bank. The two got along together perfectly, going to movies, playing video games, going out to dinner, and even walks in the park.
They acted like a couple, but Mike was firm about them not being a couple. He was afraid a romantic relationship with the tigress could jeopardize their friendship and living arrangement. Even though Candice, or Candy as she preferred to be called, tried numerous times to seduce the human, he put up a strong defense and the two remained friends.
One particular morning, Candice was off from work and was writing an article for the hospital's journal on her laptop. Without warning, the blue screen of death hit her computer, rendering it inoperable. Candice had luckily saved her work on a thumb drive, so she went over to Mike's bedroom and went on his computer. She just finished up the last paragraph in her article and went to save it as "Medical." However, when she did, the computer let her know a similar file existed on Mike's computer.
"That's odd, what is Mike doing with medical stuff?" she wondered out loud. Curiosity got the better of the tigress, and she clicked on the folder. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. There were hundreds of images of sexy nurses doing all sorts of lewd acts. Some nurses were dominatrices, torturing their "patients" with various medical devices, others were submissive, allowing the doctor to examine them in the most intimate of places. Candice put her black and white striped hand to her lips and stifled a giggle.
Then it hit her. She knew Mike's weakness. The plans running through her head became more devious by the minute. The tigress quickly copied the folder on to her drive and shut down Mike's computer. Candy went into her room and grabbed a few items; a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, or blood pressure gauge, a thermometer, and a tongue press. She heard Mike's car pulling up to the driveway and rushed over to the couch and turned on TV.
"Hey Candy, what's up? Enjoy your day off?" Mike said as he tossed his jacket on the couch.
"Hey Mikey, not much, yeah it was good, until my computer crashed."
"Aw man, that sucks."
"Yeah, totally. It's under the protection plan though, so I'll take it to the store tomorrow."
"You off again tomorrow?"
"No, night shift."
"Ah, bummer."
"Hey, uh, Mikey...I got a favor to ask you, and it's totally cool if you don't want to do it," she said.
"Well, let's hear it first," Mike said, opening up a can of beer.
"So you know the hospital has a lot of digital equipment to check vitals, like pulse, temperature, blood pressure, and all, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, they've been wanting us to keep sharp on the old school methods, because, just like my laptop, technology breaks."
"Alright."
"Well, I was wondering if I could use you as my guinea pig, you know just check your vitals every day to keep sharp."
Mike nearly choked on his beer. "Uh, what?"
"Oh it's not going to hurt or anything, I just would like take your temperature, your pulse and blood pressure, listen to your breathing, maybe check your reflexes and such," she said in a way to sound like it was more of a chore for her than him.
"I...I don't know."
"Come on Mikey, I'm a nurse, I'm a professional. You'd be getting like a free check up every single day," she said.
"I...well, I guess I could," he said and hurriedly took another sip of beer.
"Awesome, you're the best, Mikey. Mind if we start right away?"
"What, now?"
"Ya-huh," she said sweetly.
"Fine, what do I have to do?"
"Not much, I'll tell you if you have to do anything specific," she said. She went back in her room and obtained her tools.
"Alright, lift your tongue, here's the thermometer," she advised. He did as he was told, and she inserted the device under his tongue. The thermometer beeped after several seconds.
"Okay, 98.9, not bad."
"So will I live doc?"
"We'll see," she said. "Alright, roll up your sleeve, that a boy." She wrapped the sphygmomanometer around his arm and began to squeeze the little ball until the pressure started to constrict his arm. She did the math on the heart rate and pressure, and then frowned.
"Hmm, it looks like your heart rate is a little elevated. Nervous?"
"Yeah, a little. I don't really like medical stuff," he said.
She bit her lip to not smile and said "oh? Well, another thing they want us to work on is our bedside manners, so I want you to feel as comfortable as possible while we do this."
"It's...uh kind of weird having your friend do the tests and stuff," he mumbled.
"Well, pretend I'm just your nurse, not your friend..."
"That won't help."
"Oh, why not?"
"I don't like hospitals, nurses, doctors, all that stuff."
"You're in your kitchen, and you're very safe with me. I'm good at what I do. Don't you think it's a good thing to live with a nurse? If you're ever choking, I can do the Heimlich maneuver on you. If you ever hurt yourself, you know I'll be there to take care of you."
"I appreciate that, I appreciate you, I just...I don't know."
"You need to relax, sweetie," she said, massaging his arm."
"Do you do that to all your patients?"
