The Conversion Bureau: Gentek's Solution

She wasn’t quite sure if the world was sideways or it was her head lying sideways on the bed again. Or was it a bed? She wasn’t quite sure anymore, with the hallucinations running rampant through her vision, sometimes seeing pavement, red webs stringing up and down buildings, a hauntingly pale face. Yet that face was just as re-assuring to her as Princess Celestia when she came in to check on her, the difference between the two being…. what was it… oh right, Celestia always came in telling her she’d get better. While the pale face would whisper re-assuring words of being better soon and the pains being over.

She hoped both of them were right, along with the other faces that came and went, all colors of the rainbow even one that was a rainbow. She knew she should know them, but she couldn’t recognize them right away. But she could tell something was off with them, they weren’t right, they were off somehow. They didn’t glow right, they were supposed to glow red. Nopony glowed red.

They were supposed to weren’t they?

But they weren’t glowing and she didn’t remember them glowing. Groaning she flipped over on the bed under her, flickering between red, grey and purple. Her head hanged off the edge of the bed, right above a bucket that glistened red with blood. That should be inside her.

Not rolling around inside a bucket. She giggled and reached down into it, hoof trailing the edges, dampening and darkening, before bringing it up to her eyes and staring intently at it. It didn’t take all that much effort to realize something was off about the way she was thinking. Wiping the blood off on the bed she looked up and out towards the window, finally noticing the IV hooked into her arm.

She briefly considered taking it out but ignored that thought, knowing it was supposed to make her better. So instead she scratched at her foreleg, accidentally ripping off some of her fur and revealing her skin. Her lip curled at that and leaned back just to let herself wallow in self-pity, body aching and things crawling behind her eyes.

Her tongue flicked out and stuck against her chapped lips, her tongue somehow being dripping wet while her lips were drier than a desert. Pursing her lips she tried to summon some saliva to slather over her lips but realized that her mouth was just as dry as her lips, which made her question how and why it was so wet in comparison.

Staring out the window another hallucination hit her, the world changing in front of her. Bed was replaced by dirty ground, walls by trees, ceiling by a night sky and the front of her room which had a door in it, replaced by that same pale face, peering down at her. She could feel a phantom hand brush against her muzzle and she leaned into it, enjoying the blazing hot hand as it comforted her. Whispers in her mind that she was nearly ready. Just a few more days of lying in bed in pain with thoughts and sensations that weren’t hers.

It was all okay though because those thoughts and sensations as creepy they were, they were even more comforting than the bad. That didn’t sound right. Twilight giggled again and nuzzled into the ghost hands cupping either side of her face.

She spent several minutes like that before the hallucination was whisked away by the sound of somepony banging on the door. A growl sounded in her throat, unbeknownst to her, and she watched as the door opened, revealing the blue shimmering translucent barrier that kept her isolated from the rest of the world. Put there to keep other ponies from catching what she had, it coated whoever walked through it in a miniature version of the blue barrier so as to keep them from catching it as they gave her food, helped her move around and otherwise checked up on her.

She idly waved at the blue colored chef walking in, smiling at the silly white towering hat on his head. Then she smiled at the two silver trays that was being levitated in velvet magic, eagerly awaiting the food she’d asked. “Sorry for the wait Princess but we had a bit of trouble starting the oven and we had to locate some of the local fauna for this project you have in mind. I would like to say that it might be in your best interests to wait until you’re better for working on a project.”

Twilight simply nodded at the blue and red chef and waved him/her out as the trays were levitated to a table that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere next to her. Rolling over she ran her tongue over her teeth, feeling sharp canines and incisors cutting into her tongue. She didn’t always have those did she?

Well it wasn’t possible to grow teeth overnight so she must have had them in her mouth. Looking at the plates she blindly groped with her hoofs and managed to grab the handle on one. Ripping it off she caught sight of some concoction that the castle staff had said would help her get better, somehow using the oven with green and yellow oozing out of some sandwich. Snarling at the nasty concoction she reached over for the next platter, one that she had asked for as per advice of the pale face.

It took a minute of flailing her hooves until she managed to knock off the top of the tray, revealing the red, stringy raw meat underneath. Grabbing it she flung herself back onto the bed and dangled the meat over her head, eyes wandering over it.

Then she snapped her jaws close over the end of it, savoring the juices running down her throat and accidentally letting most of it run down her chin and dribble onto the bed. It tasted heavenly and felt just oh so right.

She must have had canines, otherwise how could she taste something as good as this.