Discolored

Rarity didn't know what happened.

One moment she was knocked out cold, whisked away in dreamland with her prince charming. Now she was wide awake with an unwelcomed sensation near her flank. It was what made her toss the sheets away from her and well, her dreams didn't exactly mirror her shock.

Rarity bit her lip and yelped as the feeling rubbed against a particular spot on her flank. "W-What is happening to me?"

A punctuated moan that reverberated throughout the room told the tale. Rarity blushed and crossed her hooves in front of her flank. There was no pony to see her,  yet she covered herself. Hid from the shame of being rubbed the wrong way.

She sighed and hoisted the sheets over her burning body. It felt like she was experiencing an unpleasant visit to the spa, fire scorching every part of her body. Another yelp. Another moan. She couldn't deal with it; it's eating her alive.

Rarity's eyes darted to the right and spotted her savior: a small, red button with the word of need painted in white. It rested upon her sturdy oak nightstand, standing in the light for all to see. Without a second to spare, Rarity bashed it with her hoof. The impact of her hoof bashing the button felt highly intoxicating, an addicting sensation that made her feel like she was floating with the many stars in the galaxy while in complete ecstasy. As she floated among the stars, a mystical touch made its presence known. It placed something on her head, but she did not know what, her eyes were closed at the touch gently grazed her cheek. She felt the presence stay for long, searing its truth upon her head. She thought she was adorning some kind of bright white halo that was given to her by the being who sanctified her life.

That thought was shattered when an alarm echoed in the hallway. It destroyed the illusion of her stars. Instead, they crash landed near her lower half and began to burn her. The fire inside her, however, was nothing like before. It was a more, powerful burning passion that resided in her soul. It tempted her to scream for help, yet made her feel like she was on top of the world. Its startling presence clung to her flank with incredible strength, which made her release another throaty moan.

Unfortunately for Rarity, she hadn't heard Nurse Redheart's entrance. The door slowly clicked to a close, making Rarity pause in mid-moan, her face flushed. Nurse Redheart couldn't help but blush at the scene. She luckily maintained her composure after she gulped what little shock remained. She put on her best smile for Rarity and asked Rarity about her sudden "problem".

Rarity grimaced as she heard Redheart's question. "M-My..." A presumptuous pause. "posterior is burning up." She bit her lip once again. "I-I can't bear the heat!"

Redheart's face blushed at the declaration. "You... can't bear the heat?"

"Oh, Nurse Redheart! It's burning me!" An exaggerated hold of a note and a sudden gasp of air later, Rarity continued, "I need s-something to stop it." She let out another moan.

Redheart did not know what to do. Rarity was convulsing, letting out moans, and doing all the sorts of things she thought would not come to someone like her. All she could do was stare on, which prompted Rarity to tilt her head. "Nurse...?"

Redheart shook her head and raised her right hoof in Rarity's direction. She, then, calmly said, "Don't worry, I am going to talk with Doctor Stable. He'll know what you would need."

Rarity nodded. "Thank you, N-Nurse Redheart."

Redheart smiled and gave Rarity her regards before promptly leaving the room, her cap pressed tightly against her head.

Rarity sighed.

She only wanted this to happen when she was with the love of her life, not at a hospital alone.

Redheart slowly walked down the hall, its bright white lights shining on her neck. It made her break a sweat, the unbearable conditions of the hospital were starting to get to her. There wasn't a fan or magical air conditioner in the building, but rather a pony who was paid by the hoof of the manager to commit their time to fanning the nurses and doctors. Ideally, the idea of having somepony fanning her down was great, but it was so annoying to deal with somepony who can't keep themselves from entering her conversations.

At this moment, Redheart was coming to an intersection: a cross between more filled rooms, and the offices of the doctors. Her cooperating doctor, Dr. Stable, had his office down at the end of the hallway with his label of "Dr. Howard Stable" printed in jet black ink. She shook her head and reluctantly walked down the hall to his office. She stopped just in front of the door, her hoof beginning to raise to the height of the sign, when suddenly, Dr. Stable, in his usual white medical garment that presented his name in the largest letters possible on the largest name tag the clinic staff could muster, had opened the door and stood in front of her, puzzled. She faltered slightly at his sudden appearance. His swept back brown mane and tail shocked her. She hadn't seen that look in a while. A long while.

He must have known her coming.

"So," Dr. Stable said. "You wanted to ask me something?"

Bingo.

She nodded and asked to step into his office.

"Why, of course, Nurse Redheart!" he exclaimed. "There's no reason why I should not!"

He beckoned her into his office, which she gratefully entered while eyeballing his oddly shaped tuff of chest hair. It curled in her mind in the oddest of directions. She didn't understand physics whenever she looked at Dr. Stable. In fact, it never made sense to her as to why his chest hair twisted to the right just a bit too much. Yet, that wasn't her only problem with him.

"Nurse Redheart?"

Redheart gazed at Dr. Stable's head dumbfoundly. "Y-Yes?"

Doctor Stable let out a chuckle. "Don't be so tense, we're both friends here!" He paused to wipe his glasses. "I only heard of your problem by a passing dove."

"A passing dove?" Redheart asked.

He nodded. "Right! A dove! Or so I thought."

She glared at him. "Or so you thought?"

"She was a symbol of a dove. I didn't even speak with her, but I saw her walking down the corridor. Almost beside you, in fact. She was the sweetest shade of violet, but she quickly turned white and so very bright that I almost became blind." He placed his glasses back where they may remain. "Is this the problem?"

If you count deliriousness and flank rubbing as angelic, then yes, that is the problem. Redheart shook her head.

"Then what is it, nurse?"

Nurse Redheart sighed. "It was about your patient, Miss Rarity. She--"

"Ah!" he rudely interrupted. "I remember that mare. She was in a state of unknowing passion, her eyes closed shut in complete sanctity." He smiled. "Oh, I think she's well. Or so we have last spoken of her." He gazed at the many things on his desk. "Say, do we still have her status as "somewhat stable"?

Nurse Redheart facehooved. "Doctor Stable, it is not of her status. Right now, she needs you to recommend her some medication to stop her pain."

Eyebrow raised, Doctor Stable replied, "Why had this medication been even thought of?" He shoved a few papers on his desk into a vanilla folder. "I thought she wasn't prescribed medication, only therapy."

"That was before this situation of, ugh, moaning had occurred."

Doctor Stable gasped. "Moaning?" His mouth was agape. "Are you saying she's in heat?"

Redheart blushed. "I'm n-not sure, Doctor."

The room became silent as Doctor Stable turned to his desk and grabbed his patient's file. He opened it and scanned it thoroughly, his eyes rapidly moving down the page. Gripping the folder tightly, Doctor Stable quickly thrust the folder to the side, holding the important contents in his hoof. He carefully clipped them on a clipboard and gazed at Nurse Redheart. "Nurse, let us embark on this lewd adventure," he said, before rushing out the door.

"Right behind yo--" She paused, her eyes widening. "Wait, lewd adventure?" she shouted while checking her hair-bun. After her bun was fixed, she galloped after her doctor. Ensuring proper hair-bun placement was procedure, after all. A procedure that she would like to forget.

Twilight Sparkle had bolted out the clinic, her mind reeling from what she saw. She had to go home; she needed to find some solace in a place away from there.

A slight breeze graced the exit of the clinic. Outside was a beautiful setting, where Ponyville glistened in the bright sunshine. Yet, behind her was a contrast. The clinic was black, dark, moldy, and a place of death. She didn't know it was in this bad of a condition, otherwise she would have condemned the facility and restarted it anew.

"I must report to Celestia about this," Twilight murmured. "But what would she say?"

She continued her way along the path, going further and further towards her home. "Would she think it's ridiculous?"

The breeze grew in intensity. "Would I be wasting my time?"

It became a storm inside her mind. "Would I be alone in finding Rarity?"

The storm broke loose.

"Am I... alone?"

It began to pour.

Raindrops matted her fur, discoloring its once precious hue. She was once full of motivation to go visit Rarity, but after starting her journey to find her dear friend, Twilight's mind was already wanting to opt out. Yet, she knew she couldn't. For starters, Rainbow Dash would yell at her for giving up on her friends. Twilight knew she could never do that. Not even in a million years would think of leaving her friends behind.

Twilight also knew that her mind wouldn't let her rest. Rarity was a really good friend, and she couldn't simply standby while her friend disappears. Her other friends would agree with her on this; they'd stand up for Rarity too. It's like a domino effect with their group. She was glad that it existed.

Yet the weather did not make her feel motivated. The rain was still pouring, her mind was floored by the clouds' diamond pattern, and she swore she could feel her tears mixing with the natural spring rainwater. She truly felt alone in this weather. Alone in the water.

Twilight only wished she could see Rarity instead of being lied to by the papers. If only she could turn back time... just for her.