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Nurse Redheart was not amused to say the least. She had just spent the better part of her entire morning sorting out a 'small' clerical error that somehow had led to the greatest misplacement of equipment ever seen in Ponyville Hospital history.

The first thing she heard when she came on shift in the morning was that she needed to sort out this 'minor' problem. Of course, then she was expected to be the one to spend the rest of her morning dealing with this issue caused by somepony else. Angrily, she had stormed into the doctor's' offices, passing several work stations until she reached the station dealing with hospital inventory. Upon arriving, the first thing she did was chew out the new young unicorn rookie that had screwed up the equipment order.

"What in the HAY, were you thinking!? Do they give jackasses like you awards for the biggest _screw-up_now at the weekly staff meetings, because I seem to have misplaced my memo for it!" she hollered at the medium-sized blue unicorn who, judging by his youth, was fresh from being a colt. The colt who was at the moment recoiling in terror from the venom in her tone.

"S-so-sorr-sorry M-m-ma'am, I-I- was just writing out t-the f-form, when I accidentally..." the young stallion stammered out, clearly nearly crapping himself at the moment judging by his paleness and dead-stillness, but never got any farther in his stammering before one of Nurse Redheart's hooves darted underneath his belly - and forcibly grabbed his testes.

The unicorn halted mid-speech with a high pitched-squeak of a cut-off, not daring to say anything else; not even daring to move as the white-coated, pink-maned pony put her muzzle-top of his, his green eyes wide and extremely focused as he was now staring into her blazing purple eyes burning hot with fury.

Redheart had always enjoyed looking into other ponies' eyes, always enjoying how such a simple action could be either greatly intimidating or sensually intimate depending on the situation and pony in question. Right now it was definitely intimidating for the young unicorn stallion who had seriously bucked up and ruffled her tail-feathers.

"Accident?" Redheart growled as she glowered at him, her eyes bulging and burning in a very unattractive manner; "No no no, an accident is having to clean up after a patient when they miss in the lavatory. An accident is when you have to replace an I.V. needle after missing a vein, or having a dinner that isn't hot enough. This...this is a BUCKING DISASTER!" she screamed.

The unicorn male still refused to speak or move, whimpering as he felt her suddenly squeeze his baby-makers in her hoof even harder, his eyes going unnaturally wider and more terrified than they were before as his maleness was threatened. In his mind he was screaming and begging her to not harm his special place and make him a gelding, but in reality he remained stark still and silent, afraid that a single peep or shift would prompt her to tear them clean off.

After a few moments of the blind rage, order and sense returned to Redheart, who then calmly released the stallion's family jewels, earning an internal sigh of extreme relief from him. She shook her head angrily as she did, glaring at him, before she managed to fully calm down. Flicking her pink mane back, she then leaned her head in and softly nuzzled the terrified male soothingly, with him squirming away from the touch fearfully. Part of her was still annoyed at him for wasting all of her precious, very-limited time, but the rest of her also realized she didn't want to give this new intern a heart attack...nor make him a gelding, despite being really tempted to at first.

She brought her head level to his and glared into his still-wide eyes, then nodded towards the filing cabinet behind him."If you would please be so kind as to get me the proper form with the correct I.D. numbers and their destinations," she calmly stated, "then I can sort this bucking manure out and DO YOUR BUCKING JOB AS WELL AS MY OWN!"

The stallion nodded and stiffly, too-slowly backed up towards the file cabinet while facing her all the while, much to her annoyance at him wasting even more of her time. He was being plain infuriating now in his every action to her, but it was clear he was not willing to turn his back on this terrifying mare she'd made herself unto him; not even slightly trusting her after what she'd just done to his balls. After back-stepping to the cabinet, all the while staring like a prey animal in the gaze of a predator at Redheart, he fumbled around in it for a while, checking each paper as he brought it out, before finally he managed to snare the right one and quickly hopped over to her, handing her the parchment form.

"H-Here you are miss," he squeaked out in a tiny voice, before once again backing up and away from her like his flank was on fire, dodging around his desk backwards with amazing dexterity, and over to the water fountain by the door, giving her a very wide berth.

She rolled her eyes and was miffed to see this little exercise of correction had taken up far too much of her time, time she did not have nor want to waste. As she turned to leave the office, she saw the unicorn male sipping water from the fountain - and presenting his very vulnerable flank to her line of sight, and blissfully unaware he'd turned such a vulnerable area towards a pissed-off mare.

Redheart eyed his flank carefully, a painfully dark thought entering her mind, watching the silly young unicorn screw-up peacefully drank water like a faun at a pond would be watched by a wolf. Even his cutie-mark looked screwed-up she noticed ass she looked upon it; it being a parchment with a quill with a large red 'X' scratched across the face of the paper. <How very fitting for him. Even his cutie-mark is a big red 'X'.> she noted to herself with a smirk.

Before she passed him, she had decided she would give him him one final hurrah for the mess he had caused for her today, deciding to give him a shooting send off. She smacked his flank harshly with a hoof, causing him to spit water all over the wall behind the water fountain and yelp at the virtual feeling of fire branding his flank, before quickly leaving the room.

Afterwards, as she trotted down the hall towards the nearest ward with the I.D. parchment in her mouth, she remembered with fondness the painful shout and terrified eyes he had made as she'd grabbed his ball-sack, smirking to herself in satisfaction. <Serves him right for all this mess he made.> she justified, smirking to herself. That particular stallion would not be sitting peacefully for at least a week, and he was definitely going to need to wear something to cover up the obvious hoof-mark on his backside.

~

Red then spent the next six hours going up, down, and around virtually the entire hospital, matching I.D. numbers to their respective equipment, and then escorting that very same generally-very-heavy equipment back to it's place of origin, or in many cases its new destination. Of course she had to do it all on her own once again, given the hospital was short-staffed once again.This was something that was becoming more and more common, given how few mares--or stallions--were getting cutie-marks in the medical field at all lately.

<For the love of Celestia, I wish I was a bucking unicorn sometimes...> she mentally groaned as she shoved a heavy MRI machine down the hallways, the sticking wheels on it making life all that much more miserable for her, knowing that magic would make her life in this profession a lot easier. But alas, she was born an Earth-Pony, a fact she was proud of despite knowing the benefits unicorn magic brought.

Red was feeling a bit flustered after running nearly non-stop for hours, and so stopped suddenly in the corridor, leaning against the cool wall for some extra support, resting and taking a much-deserved breather. It felt like she had been going all day and yet it was only noon, the hospital staff just going on their lunch break and her joining them for some much needed rest and food. A pair of orderlies trotting past her dipped their heads in greeting and she made sure to return the gesture politely, before scowling and snorting quietly as they were out of earshot.

_<Where were you two five hours ago when I was doing everything by myself...>_Red thought, but knew it wasn't fair to them. She knew that everypony here was being worked to the bone, and that they likely were doing something very important, just as she had been.

She was very tired and ready to go home now after hours of fixing somepony else's mistake, but alas, her shift didn't end for another six hours, all nurses required to take a mandatory twelve-hour shift due to the shortage of hooves on deck.

<At least I don't have any other patients to check on today, and have to listen to them complain about how their soup isn't hot enough, or that they feel cold despite the TEN BUCKING BLANKETS I'VE BROUGHT THEM!>

For the first time since Redheart had started there some years ago, the hospital was practically empty of casualties, newborns, or the sick and dying, only ten or so low-intensity resident patients there that were easy for only one or two nurses to care for. This was a relatively new experience for most of the hospital staff, and yet even with the lull in patients, available nurses or doctors were few and far in between for what did need to be done. Calm times like this in the hospital were rare for a town that saw some sort of accident, invasion, monster attack, or major disaster in some shape or form on a near-weekly basis.

That lack of anything major going down meant great news for Ponyville's citizens, but was very _boring_news for Redheart, as now the hospital was taking an opportunity with the drop in patients to do some long overdue inspection and inventory.

This of course was all was very tedious, boring, and not too easy on a poor middle-aged Redheart's back, lugging regularly forty-to-fifty-kilogram pieces of machinery around by herself for sure not her idea of a fun day at work. The pay wasn't that good either to add insult to injury, but she didn't do this for the pay or free cafeteria meals; she did it because it brought her joy to help out others in need, even with that fact that when she got ticked off she could get a bit...pushy. Caring for other ponies was her special talent after all; what she was born to do, and what she would likely do for the rest of her life, given her own choice in the matter.

Usually Red didn't have to worry about that negative trait of hers, as most ponies who came into the hospital were courteous and knew the proper hospital decorum of being quiet and courteous to the staff and patients who were staying there. The only times there was ever usually trouble was when that pink pony with the huge, cotton-candy-looking mane and tail and 'Pinkie Sense' came around, or when that blue Pegasus with the rainbow mane and tail was admitted for some flying-related injury or another. Neither of those two seemed to understand or respect hospital etiquette, despite being told it countless times, and that really made her snort.

All of sudden, just as she felt as though her legs were going to buckle under her, Red felt herself lifted away from the wall, supported by another as somepony else leaned their body underneath hers, helping her in holding herself up as well as giving her a nuzzle.

"Easy 'er' Red, you look like you're about ta take a tumble on the ground 'er'!" Red heard, the voice being the cheerful Exmare-street-accent of her fellow colleague, Nurse Tenderheart. Her grayish-blue pelt mixed with Redheart's coat of snow-colored white as she supported her friend in her time of need, flicking her green mane out of her way as she supported her long-time friend.

Redheart blushed. "Gosh thanks T, I'm just a bit overworked today I guess; I'll be fine in a moment. Seems lugging heavy hospital machinery all by your lonesome for six hours will really do a number on you."

Tenderheart smiled up at her and met her eyes. One thing among many connecting both the mares - aside from their near-identical build, curves, occupation, and the matter of them both being of the Earth-Pony race and proud of it - was that both of them had the same deep-purple eye color...and right now the two pairs of purple eyes were staring at each other, as though attempting to see which set of amethyst oculione was deeper. It was one of those intimate moments where Redheart loved to just stare into her best friend's eyes, as if she could see Tender's soul on full display just for her if she'd just look deep enough; moments that she found that she and Tenderhoof were having more and more often as their time time working together went on.

~

Tenderheart and Redheart had been friends for a long time, ever since they trained to be nurses together, with both having acted as the other's rock for all the crap they had to go through to get this far. Despite having perfect cutie-marks for nursing and health, as well as an attitude to care for others and the physical Earth-Pony strength and tenacity required for it, they had faced their fair share of criticism and obstacles. Redheart's biggest issue had been her short and hot-burning temper as well as her no-nonsense attitude, as such traits were considered by some to be a very possible liability for when dealing with the public; especially in harsh or flustered circumstances that were common for hospitals, be they births, or deaths, or incompetent interns...

Tenderheart had helped her with anger management and had many times prevented her from testing her resolve around others, and over the years Redheart had gotten way better because about it thanks to her, though she still had no time and little patience for her fellow co-workers goofing -off on duty or improper etiquette.

Redheart had more than once noticed Tenderheart was beautiful, smart, funny, and good with patients and the public alike. She was not from around Ponyville, and Tenderheart's hometown was a small town in the far-west called Exmare, with her coming here as an intern and deciding she wanted to stay and work at Ponyville General, following her friend Redheart's decision to work there. Her accent reflected the difference in geography quite well; she was from the working class in Exmare and talked like it, and while many ponies found her accent hard to understand or grating on their ears, to Redheart it was a form of poetry.

Redheart had spent many long nights after their shifts had ended helping Tenderheart to improve on her accent, but all the while had not wanted her to not lose it entirely. She remembered that she'd distinctly asked her to keep at least a touch of her accent, just for her, and Tender had wholeheartedly agreed.

Together they had supported each other through it all, proving to themselves and others that they could do their jobs without such meaningless fluff as a short temper and a hard-to-understand accent getting in the way of their Faust-given destiny. Since graduating nursing school and being accepted full-time at the hospital, both of them had been very good friends and still made sure to keep in touch, and to support each other mentally, emotionally, and, as it would seem right now, physically.

~

"Hard morning of work then for ya, 'ey love?" asked Tenderheart, flicking her long grass-green mane back out of her eyes.

"Oh yes," replied Redheart, huffing at the memory, "some new young cleric screwed up an inventory form and sent half the equipment set for inspection scattered about the entire hospital!"

"Oi how dreadful for ya Reddy, ya did'n' gath'r t'all jus' by yerself, didjya luv?" asked Tenderheart, her eyes lighting up with concern as Redheart's pained expression showed it was so.

"Of course I did it by myself! Everyone else is busy! Let's see...Snow was doing inventory and shelf stacking in the left wing, June, Tranquil and Serenity are caring for patients, Sweet is out sick, and dear Rhyme is delousing the beds thanks to somepony bringing them in...and you sweet T...where were you?"

Tenderheart smiled at her, "I was wash'n o't th' bed-pans an' loos, luv. Somepony missed somethin' right terrible in 'ere an' I 'ad t' clean it all up. Put me knickers right up in a twist that smell did!"

The two giggled at that before continuing back along the corridor, heading to the lunchroom and loading their trays up with the nourishment and hydration they'd need to pull another six hours of hard, generally-exhausting work.

"I'm thinking I might call off early." Redheart said, with them sitting down and eating together in their usual spot, with her, Redheart having just taken a bite of apple; "I mean, there's nothing really for me to do now, with the bathrooms cleaned, patients taken care of, and then that small factor of the literal ton of machinery moved across all four wings..."

Tenderheart's smile quickly turned to a frown as her friend said that, her eyes looking down as she tried to get out what she needed to say despite it nearly physically hurting her to, seeing how exhausted Red already was."Sawy love, but I was wait'in for ya to rest an' eat a bit 'fore I told ya th' news..."

Redheart groaned as they finished up eating and finally exited the corridor and arrived in headed to the front reception room to sign back in."What did you need to tell me T?" she asked, though dreading it meant more work.

"Miss Priss was lookin' for ya, an' it sounded right urgent"

Redheart let out a frustrated huff of displeasure. 'Miss Priss' was the name Tenderheart had given to the bane of every nurse's existence at the hospital, not long after coming here and when her accent was still full strength. The name she'd given to Fine Print, the acting head nurse of both public relations and pony resources for the hospital was the main head of...basically anything that had to do with administrative duties for the entire hospital; from making appointments, to taking complaints, to assigning the seemingly-impossible duties she expected the skeleton crew under her command to complete on a daily basis.

Fine Print was a very shrewd, proper, no-nonsense mare and a major stickler for procedure, as well as a major buzzkill. Redheart hated having to deal with her, despite being forced to on a daily basis. One would have thought the two would get along grandly, with their shared love of proper etiquette and procedure, but Fine Print just had 'cold, calculating whorse' written all over her. She loved to criticize and chew out the nurses and staff for anything; a single button out of place on their coats, failure to trot correctly--apparently there was a way to do even that wrong-- all the way down to having a crooked hat in her presence.

She often snapped at Redheart for looking too provocative around patients--she didn't really get how that was even possible, her acting nothing but professional around patients even if she didn'_t wear panties under her coat. The nurse handbook didn't say she _couldn't! She also chastised Tenderheart for sloppy work ethic and slacking off on the massive workload she put on her, as if that mare was anything but hard working!

Fine Print was from an old family from Trottingham, a family that dated back centuries, their roots indeed going all the way back to Olden Pony Times, and she had seemingly inherited the 'blue blood syndrome' from them; acting haughty and all-important to those she viewed as beneath her, or those who worked under her. Her family connections and admittedly successful work-ethic had gotten her hired and appointed as the key administrator for the entire hospital, and she took that title very seriously.

Despite the negative feelings she had against her, Redheart fully understood that Fine Print was still her boss, and when the boss wanted you, you had better come along fast. "Fine, I'll go and see what the Priss wants now..." she huffed as she then took off at a trot, just avoiding tripping over a food cart somepony had carelessly left in the cafeteria unattended, cursing whoever that careless somepony may have been; "Take care Tenderheart! I'll see you at the end of shift!" She shouted out, pulling the half-muffin from her mouth to do so.

"Bye luv! See ya la'er." Tenderhoof heartedly replied, then again under her breath after she'd walked away, sniffing in a bit as she repeated herself with tears in her eyes; "Bye my luv..."

~

The PR/Admin offices were at the end of the hall in the B-wing of the hospital, just two wings away from where Redheart had left the cafeteria. She soon arrived at Fine Print's door, her name emblazoned on a gaudy gold-and-ivory plaque on the door, and softly knocked her hoof against the oak wood several times.

<I wish I got my name engraved in gold for all I do around here. Instead all I get is this cheap, laminated print-out to pin to my coat instead!>

"Come in!" came a sharp, strict-sounding voice moments later, to which Nurse Redheart grimaced as she pushed the door with her head, slipping into the office as it swung inward. The voice of Miss Priss herself.

The office was cramped but it served it's purpose, the majority of the space in the room filled with file cabinets, shelves packed with boxes of paperwork, and stacks of the same all over the floor. In the center of the office was a cluttered table piled high with folders, quills and inkpots, as well as a beat-up typewriter whose mechanical, constant ka-ching-ka-ching rung off as the mare in front of it typed away on one form or another.

Fine Print was actually not a half-bad looking mare; older than most of the nursing staff, but if only by a few seasons. She was a lanky build but not too thin, with a beautiful and dapper light-green coat upon her body, a unicorn's horn upon her head of the same color. Her light-blue mane was always carefully braided and dangled around her shoulders and neck, one oddly curved bang of the sky-blue hair always hanging over her right eye; it was almost cute in its own way, the way teen-aged fillies would wear their manes in past decades.

Fine's face was young and soft-looking even for her being middle-aged, but her eyes were hard and stern, her yellow irises now like bland sunflowers swaying back and forth in a breeze as she never broke eye contact with whatever she was hammering out on the typewriter, never even looking up or saying hello even as Red came in.

<Rude old whorse!> "Hello ma'am, you called?"

As Redheart came up to the table, she couldn't suppress the sense of arousal that came from being close to this admittedly very attractive mare, even if she did hate her guts. Red had always played both sides of the hoofball court when she was younger in college, but lately as her work got more and more tedious and demanding, she had had to forsake exploring regular relationships, and instead became accustomed to getting her rocks off solo while at home; when she wasn't totally drained from being overworked by Priss while she sat in her comfy chair typing forms while everypony else worked their flanks off that is.

Red had managed to obtain the fuel for her infamous Earth-Pony libido at work, with her working off of the mere looks and glances of the pretty mares under the tail or handsome stallions' under-barrels, combined that with her imagination bending them over for her, or having them bending her over for her instead; or some Playcolt or Playfilly magazines she'd secreted away in her dresser at home for whatever mood she happened to be in on her days off, the only time of the week she ever could let her pent-up lust out.

Once or twice, Red had even fantasized about her bending Priss over with a strap-on dildo, pounding away at her until begged for it harder, then came as Red got it deep in her pussy, then again, her sweet mare-honey drooling down her luscious green thighs as she was made Red's broodmare. Another time she'd imagined Tenderheart putting her namesake tender hooves all over her body, rubbing sensually, lower, and lower...

Needless to say Red hadn't been having much luck in being intimate with other ponies lately, working half her time and sleeping, doing essentials or eating during the other. Now, seeing this beautiful mare up close, smelling her own unique, gentle scent combined with the soft floral perfume she always wore, was really starting to make her feel hot under the collar.

"Good, you're here Redheart. Now, If you haven't noticed we're a bit understaffed today..." Fine Print said sternly, her voice low, but as sharp as it was cold.

<That Trottingham accent is soooo sexy...>"I kind of gathered that Ma'am," confirmed Redheart innocently, hoping she didn't detect the hint of sarcasm she'd played into it.

"Well, then you mind explaining to me why you felt it necessary to accost and practically hospitalize one of your own teammates, and one of the very few stallions we have on duty?!" Fine Print growled, finally looking up from the typewriter only to glare at Red.

<Oh buck...>

Redheart gulped nervously, the faint sense of arousal she felt towards Fine Print dying immediately as her always-high Earth-Pony libido dried up and her senses and thoughts went from sexual to high-alert.

Realizing she had to tread carefully on this matter, Redheart decided her next words very carefully. "W-well, he made a massive error that caused a disaster with the inventory, and it took me the better part of the day to fix it..." Redheart managed to meekly reply, and then let it drift off, fully aware of the focused glare the other mare was giving her.

"...than you write him up, or you give him a verbal warning. Definitely not a hoof to the rear, and definitely nothing involving gripping his...crotch!"

Redheart looked down at her hooves, bashfully fiddling with her two front legs, "I apologize ma'am. I was just very ticked off..."

"Well that's why you need to control yourself, Redheart! We've gotten more than a few complaints about your...aggressive outbursts in the past, and while some violations could be excused, this _is not one of them!_The others did not involve physical assault, a very serious charge that said young stallion could charge you legally for. Luckily for you, he's decided not to. I, however, have something planned for you..."

Redheart began to worry that she was about to be sanctioned herself, or even fired because of her anger. Just the thought of losing her job, her life's work, was alarming and upsetting. Tears began to fill her eyes in preparation for the bad news she was sure was coming, expecting at least a few weeks unpaid suspension.

<Oh Faust I hope she pulls out a huge strap-on from behind that desk and punishes this bad little filly like I need to be punished...!> "Yes Miss Print."

"...I am assigning you a new duty for the rest of the week," stated Fine Print, her yellow eyes still burning like fire into Redheart; "a new set of duties that should give you time and experience with working on becoming a gentler, calmer mare."

Eyes wide with surprise, Red lifted her head up. "...and what new duties would those be ma'am?"

At that Fine Print stopped typing, and a happy grin unusual for her character sprawled across her muzzle. A grin that filled Red with unease. "Oh, my dear, it's quite an...interesting duty, indeed very _hooves-on_work. As we're short-staffed, I've been meaning to assign another nurse to handle this duty for a while until we can get a few more ponies on the payroll. Therefore, until then, you're taking it over."

Redheart frowned at the other mare's secrecy, hating the way Fine Print was lauding the unknown to her, but finding herself allured to it as well. She always loved a good mystery.

"...in fact, I'll show you to your new position. Personally," Fine Print said with a huge, shark-like grin, pushing herself away from the desk and stretching her hooves, the incessant

tick-tick-tick of the typewriter keys finally stopping.

<Please Celestia tell me the 'position' involves a strap-on, or even a dildo?>

She stood up, and together the two mares totted down the hospital wings - cutting through the rest of B, going past A-wing, and maneuvering around C-wing - before reaching a set of stairs leading down. "I didn't even know we had a basement level?" inquired Redheart as she saw the discrete stairwell, never having been to this section of the hospital before, with all of her tasks focused in the patient wards.

"Yes, This is a...very special area that we keep discrete and reserve for a more...personal set of tests and appointments." replied Fine Print, leading Redheart down the staircase.

When they had reached the bottom of the stairwell, there was only one long corridor and one door at the end. The two hospital mares came up to the door, pausing for a second as Fine Print eyed Redheart once more.

"Before we go in Redheart, I need you to _swear_that no matter what happens, you will do your duty to the best of your ability and to the greatest efficient capacity, and that you will keep the identity of your patients here in absolute secrecy, no matter who they may be, or how good of a gossip it could be. That you will remain professional no matter what your personal desires may be."

"Yeah, sure."

"BY FAUST, SWEAR IT TO ME!"

"Alright, alright...I Nurse Redheart, first Nursing Division of Ponyville, do solemnly swear to fulfill the duties of my newly assigned position to the best of my ability, and as efficiently as I am able, so help me Faust. I will also keep the nature of the business conducted here, and the identity of the patient's, confidential as per standard for my profession, and will remain professional no matter what my personal desires may be."

Fine Print gave a satisfied grunt and smirk; "Good, then let's get you started."

With that haughty statement, she pushed the door inwards and they stepped inside.