Anesthesia

CHAPTER 2

It was cold. It felt familiar.
It felt... good. She was really there.

It was dark. There was some noise.
She didn't care. She was in a void.

Then a cold, sweet liquid touched her tongue.
Instantly she drank, but then her throat stung.

But she kept drinking, until she discovered the taste
was not that of water, but it was too late.

Her eyes shot open. She couldn't believe...
...she didn't die. She somehow fell asleep.

No! Not asleep! Damnit, she had passed out.
For how long? How long had she been out?

Her chest suddenly became drenched with the yellowish, cold liquid.
"Not water, but bleach, with windshield wiper fluid." the yellow pony quipped.

Instantly she spat out as much as she could, the silvery taste danced
around her mouth. The smell was so strong, it almost put her in a trance.

"Not only that, but there was a bit more to that drink.
It was mixed with chemicals we found in that sink

over there, that one. We used it to wash our gear from all of this...
not to mention, we did have a nice piss."

A gray pony ambled up to the table, and walked around the victim.
Long dirty blonde mane, heavy set, wings. She looked more like a him!

Her smile was crooked, her tail was cut way too short.
One thing most noticeable, was her uncontrollable snort.

"SNGHShe needs to be cleaned too. She's all dirty HGKKK!"
The green eyed mare looked at the white doctor with a look so flirty.

Instead of waiting for a reply
she flew out of the room like a fly.

She came back in, but she carried a large tub
filled with another liquid, the sides she did rub.

"This will clean you right up. Let's get those wounds sparkly!"
she said with a wild voice whole heartedly.

What the crimson filly didn't understand is why this mare had gloves
as she dipped a cloth into the water. There also wasn't enough!

It was just a small tub, not much bigger than her own rump.
Then a thought occurred to her; this made her heart jump.

Inner strength exploded from this young pony, she struggled against her chains.
But, alas, they were unforgiving as the grips instead tightened around their claim.

The lightly soaked cloth touched the bare, raw hole
where her flank was cut, and she screamed once more.

It stung, it burned, it burned like hell!
She couldn't move much, just only yell!

It ate through her muscle and it singed the tendons!
It was only just a light touch! It never ended!

"AAAAGGHH!! AWWWAAAAAAAHHHHAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHHHH!!!" Her wails slowly dropped
as the cloth was removed. The gray mare reared up in joy, only to stop.

She saw the fear in the filly's eyes.
She smiled and danced some more, around to the other thigh.

The same pain appeared on the other side.
The same loud, intense screams did not reside.

The doctor in white was very impressed.
This filly seemed to endure every test!

Though he knew it wasn't enough to kill,
something about this filly just sent him thrills!

"Now we must perform a few more tests," he finally spoke.
The filly couldn't cry no more. She started to choke.

"That liquid inside you, we have no clue what it does.
We haven't seen any-" his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped like a ton.

Her mouth and chest changed color! It turned to a creamy-off white!
The liquid that was spilled on her, it bleached her fur so bright!

"This is fascinating! We found something! It did something!"
He jumped for joy and couldn't resist this one little thing!

The filly slowly looked down through dry, sore eyes.
There was her chest, bright as the lights.

She spoke not a word. Her chords didn't need to.
Instead her body shook uncontrollably, through and through.

Once all red, now part white.
Once an alicorn, no longer that life.

She shivered and trembled and rattled and she shook.
None of these ponies gave her a loving look.

"Now everypony, grab an instrument."
The all obeyed, plans rudiment.

In their mouths, on their hooves
in the air were instruments to choose.

Slowly the filly raised her head, and suddenly became horrified.
Her mouth dropped, her eyes went wide. The pain was to be multiplied.

The white stallion couldn't contain his glee.
"Do whatever you want with her. Whatever you please."

He turned and proceeded to leave. He had other matters at hoof.
Familiar sounds reached his ears. He had heard his proof.