Second Person fic, written for Sensual Ficion General. Artwork Courtesy of keboponda. Since cancelled because I actually have no idea where this would go next.

You wake up in a dark room, surrounded by strange machines, and accompanied by a somewhat maniacal pink filly with a large number of spiky obects. Oh, and your stomach's been cut open, too.

But this isn't the basement of Sugarcube Corner, if that's what you're thinking - this is something much better.