Gilda's New Lease on Life

“Get the fuck out of here!”

Gilda glared at the door, her anger boiling over as she tried to stand up. Her legs wobbled for a moment, the deep cuts in them still having not fully healed. She slammed one arm onto the table beside the bed, trying to refocus, but only ended up screeching in pain as the cuts on that arm reopened. Soon, the proud griffon was collapsed on the ground, panting, but refusing to cry.

It had been this way for a while now. Gilda knew she should be trying to take it easy, and not aggravate her bruises and cuts. She had taken a beating that would have killed most, and her nightmares were still haunted by shine of steel, and the jersey’s of the other team as their members fell upon her. She brought a talon to her beak, feeling the gap that now would stay there permanently.

A tear fell down her white feathers as she slowly moved back onto the bed. Looking over, she spotted a picture of Rainbow Dash and her from back when they were in junior hockey together, before the pegasus decided that the Wonderbolts was where she truly deserved to be. Another droplet joined its salty brother as her gaze switched from her in her full gear, so young and strong, to only Rainbow, who now held a heart over her chest, with the words, Get well soon, over her Wonderbolt uniform.

It was while the picture was in her talons, sitting in her lap, that the door to the hospital room opened. Gilda put the picture to the side, slamming it down while she scowled at the next nurse who would try to face her. Turning around though, she was a bit disarmed by the stunning, white mare.

Redheart smirked at the tough Griffon, one hand sliding along her uniform, and stopping mid thigh, at the exact place her miniskirt ended. She lowered the clipboard she had, letting Gilda get a good look at the massive tits that were trying to bust straight out of the flimsy fabric that held them in. Not that much covered them anyways, with just how much cleavage was bursting out from the top of her minimalistic uniform. The mare batted her long eyelashes at Gilda, causing the griffon to swallow hard. “Hello there. With the exit of my last colleague, I have decided to personally take over your case.”

Gilda saw the mare’s pink tail swish behind her, and for a moment wondered if it was coming out from under, or over the skirt. She would have believed either. Realizing she was staring, Gilda tried to save face by turning her wide eyes into a furious glare. “Oh yeah? And who do you think you are?”

Redheart smiled, before sitting on the bed. “My name is Nurse Redheart, and-”

“Get off of my bed.”

The nurse looked at her chart for a moment, before standing up. “Well, now I can see why others call you abrasive. As head nurse of this hospital though, it will take more to shake me than just a sharp tone.”

Before GIlda could retort, venom on her tongue, the door opened again, and a stallion in scrubs himself panted as he came into the room. Gilda recognized him, and the black stallion paled as he handed the bag in his hand to Redheart. “Th-there you go, ma’am. Any-anything else-”

Redheart shook her head, putting the bag down at the foot of the bed. “No, but thank you. Now, leave us be, before you need someone to give you oxygen.”

He glanced between the two for a moment, before furiously shaking his head and running out. Now Gilda’s scowl was real, and her eyes became small as she glared at the mare who spoke so calmly, while dressing like a whore. “What’s going on?”

Redheart took a deep breath and tried to sit back onto the bed, only to find Gilda’s back paw extended to stop her. Her eyes narrowed, and she placed a hand onto the stubborn griffon’s leg. “I am here to help you, just as everypony else has.”

Gilda pulled her leg away, opening up a space for Redheart to sit. The mare’s gentle smile only pissed her off more, and she crossed her arms over her modest chest. “Yeah, just like everypony else has told me. Can you make me able to play hockey again?”

Redheart narrowed her eyes this time. The mare’s sharp breath filled in the silence that now sat between them, and only her steel gaze was available for Gilda to focus on. She swallowed hard at the blue eyes, finding them a lot less friendly for some reason. She was almost ready to try flying again by the time Redheart spoke, just to get out.

“You fell under your teammate’s ice skates after slamming an opponent into a wall, correct?”

Gilda raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? Yes, but I didn’t only fall under theirs. I also-”

“And they piled on top of you, breaking your bones and causing you to be in so much constant agony that you were in what we wish we could call a coma for three weeks while those bones healed, and only took that little time because we wanted to make you not have to stop screaming, so our unicorn medics worked around the clock to mend your shattered ribs.”

Gilda was silent. She tried not to think about all of the damage. The scars and such were superficial, but the bones that had been lost, or weakened due to the accident, they were the real reason she was doomed. She looked down, a tear falling onto the blanket over her. “Yes.”

“And how many of them have come to see you?”

Gilda stayed silent to that. She hated thinking about that. Hated the idea that she had been left alone… again. She brought a talon up to her face, but Redheart’s gentle finger was faster, brushing away the tear for her. Gilda looked back up, staring at the cerulean eyes that met her own. Now, they only gave comfort. “Who are you?”

She smiled at Gilda, putting her hands on the griffon’s shoulders. “Consider me a sort of fairy godmother. Someone who wants to see you happy, and if I am perfectly honest, I don’t think hockey is the way to do that. Not anymore at least. Would you not agree?”

Gilda desperately wanted to say no. She had always wanted to be an athlete, show off how strong and amazing she could be. Flexing her leg closer, though, caused a spasm of pain to shoot through it, and she finally looked away from Redheart, shaking her head as she desperately tried not to start sobbing. She nestled against Redheart’s bosom as the mare came ever closer.

Redheart ran her hand through the feathers on top of Gilda’s head, gently stroking the griffon. “There, there. You’re only twenty-two, and you have plenty of time ahead of you. And,” pushing Gilda’s head deeper into her bosom now, “I want to help you. I can make you have a body just like mine, and even get you a highly paid position within the hospital, rivalling even my own salary.” She now pushed Gilda away, smiling gently at the rough woman. “Please, let me be your friend, and help you.”

For a few moments, silence filled the room as the two women stared at each other. Gilda wanted to shout yes, because while she liked her athletic form, her smaller chest and strong muscles hadn’t made it easy to find a mate. Not only that, but she would be back in work, back to having something to take pride in. And that was the whole problem.

Gilda pushed Redheart away, before opening her talons up, letting the light glint off the razor sharp points. Her eyes were narrowed, and she hissed in anger. “Don’t trick me. I know when I’m getting lied to, and there is no way that that all can be true.”

Redheart looked away for a moment, before letting out a deep sigh. “It’s not a lie either. My treatment would give you all of that… but as the hospital slut.”

Gilda stopped for a moment, her eyes widening slightly as she simply tried to process what had been said. “C-care to repeat that?”

Redheart made sure to step back, knowing that the griffon’s anger could very easily lead to her being hurt. “The hospital slut. A woman we hire so as to take care of and comfort the patients who are terminally ill, and such like that.”

“And you were going to just make me that?”

Redheart looked down, the scream echoing against the walls. The sound of the mare clearing her throat came next, before she looked up. “Yes, because I knew you would say no. However, if you do not take this, I simply do not understand what you may be able to do with your life afterwards.” She was quiet for another moment, before muttering, “My apologies.”

Gilda was silent for even longer. Her rage should have immediately come, but looking upon the defeated mare at the end of her bed, it seemed like she truly thought this was the only option for her. She knew better though. She would recover in no time at all, and find something great to be. She tried clicking her tongue, an old habit to dismiss others, but felt it slide through the hole in her beak. She lifted a talon up, and scratched at the hole, noting the bandages still on her arms. She stared for another moment, before blinking. “What exactly would happen to me?”

Redheart sat back down slowly, but Gilda didn’t evict her, not yet at least. She swallowed hard, and clenched her hands together. “Well, the treatment causes substantial growth in the chest and rear areas of a female, as well as increasing their libido to a point where most males are at, if not much higher. Some muscle tone is loss so as to allocate the mass…” She never came out of the pause, stopping because of the talons wrapped around her arm.

“I meant, what will happen, to me? Will I still be me?”

Redheart took another deep breath, this time through the nose as she bit into her finger. “Yes. Your body will be much more accustomed for sexual situations, but your mind’s only alteration is the increased want for sex. It would be your choice to become a whore, and even then, your choice to be one outside of the job I offered.” She raised a hand tentatively, before stroking the side of Gilda’s face. “Please, this is only to try to make your life better.”

Gilda spent another long moment thinking. She glanced at the pictures, taking in the young smiles that came from them. They wanted so badly to see her succeed on the ice, and teach the idiots who doubted her a lesson or two. Now though… Gilda put her head down. “Can… can I ask you to do something for me before I answer?”

“Anything.”