Under Pressure

Rarity walked into the doctor's office. The front desk was messy, but organized at the same time.

"Hi..." Rarity Stuttered.

The pony looked up at her. She looked crazed, and disturbed. "Can I help you?" The pony smiled, but her voice and face seemed smeared.

"may I ask what your doing here and if you have an appointment?" The pony asked

"i have a plastic surgery appointment with Doctor S. Calpel. " Rarity said, beginning to feel uneasy.

"Oh well why didn't you say so? I'm Nurse K. Nife. His assistant" K. Nife growled.

Rarity started to feel the sweat crawling down her back.

"Right this way... NOW" K.Nife seemed to purr, even though she is a pony, not a cat.

The hallway got darker as Rarity was lead through it.

K. Nife pulled out a syringe and stuck it into Rarity's muzzle.

Rarity was knocked out and pulled onto a stretcher.

The room where the surgery was taken.

It was dark. Scott Calpel, also known as S. Calpel, and Kerry Nife, also known as K. Nife had began their work. Rarity's face was cut off and removed with a scalpel, leaving dead skin and loads of blood. Crust surrounded her face.

The business was sketchy.

They implanted a new face donated when the old lady C. Niellady dropped dead.

So now rarity had a face of an old lady

Even dirtier than before. The couple sewed up rarity's face and made her wake.

The look was horrible. Everything about it had changed.

Rarity fainted when shown the mirror.

A day passed. She woke up in her bed.