Within the depths of pain

I had no idea who my captor was, let alone what they wanted to do with me. Steeling my nerves, the mysterious figure approached me. I guess she was staring at me, but I couldn't tell due to the lack of lighting. "Let's get some light in here, shall we?" she said softly. She walked over to a wall and flipped a switch, causing numerous fluorescent lights to emit a great deal of light, as well as a soft hum. I closed my eyes instinctively due to the harsh light assaulting my optic nerves. Once I could see comfortably, her face came into focus. My eyes widened in surprise and all she did was smile at me cutely.

"Fluttershy, what's going on here?" I asked her. She took a few steps away from me, but stayed in the light. Her typical long pink mane was hiding one of her eyes. Her slim figure was attractive and her D cupped breasts were always attracting the wrong attention to her. Her partially tanned skin was obvious on her arms and feet. She wore a light blue t-shirt with a knee-height pink skirt. To anypony else, she would've looked quite sexy. But I wasn't worried about that. I was more interested in getting out of here and getting answers.

She turned around and put her back facing me as she spoke shyly, "I've always helped take care of animals. Treating their wounds, helping them heal, getting better as a veterinarian. But there is one animal I haven't worked on in depth. And that," she turned toward me suddenly, her one visible eye was shrunk to the diameter of a pencil lead, "Is a live pony."

My eyes went impossibly wide, and it didn't take a genius to know what was going to happen to me. "When did you come up with this crazy idea?"

"I've been curious about it for a few months now. Yes, simple scrapes and bruised and the occasional broken bone are good practice, don't get me wrong, but I want to see what makes a pony tick." she responded.

"Why me though?"

"I know you're nice and helpful, so I figured you would help me gain experience. Besides, you get to see how some of your blades work."

"But why me? Why not somepony else?"

"Because you will fight. You will want to survive. You won't just give in to death."

"How do you know that so absolutely?"

"Because if you live long enough, I will let you go, and reunite you with your sister."

"Where is she?"

"Relax, I'm not holding her hostage. She's going about her normal blissful life out in Ponyville as we speak. You have my word that no harm will befall her from my hands."

I didn't know what to think. Sure, Fluttershy was usually never one to lie. She was the element of Kindness, after all. I did, to a certain extent, understand her motives and curiosity for her actions, but that didn't mean they were justified. She has made a horrible wrong.

"So what all do you plan to do to me?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"I'm going to dissect you. See what everything looks like on the inside. I'll start small, on the outside, then slowly work my way inside."

"What about anesthetics? Surely you won't torture me?"

"For the more in-depth examinations, I may numb you. But I can't guarantee anything. I apologize in advance for any discomfort you may experience, but if you cooperate, all will be well again."

I sighed and hung my head with my eyes closed softly. I knew I wasn't getting away. At this time, all I can do is use my raw willpower to keep me alive and my hope to keep me smiling.