Maggots and Apples

Suspended from the ceiling, the small office space oversaw much of the Factory’s innerworkings: from the holding pens to the far righthoof corner; which perpetually contained a variety of ponies from earth, unicorn to pegasus in varying states of distress and despair - their wailing sorrows drowned out only by the mechanical workings of the Factory itself.

From the pens next came the rather crude - yet effective processing equipment that ranged from grinders, mashers and filters that took up a vast majority of the middle of the sprawling complex of death; feeding a massive filtration and refining construct that spewed out its refined mixture into gaping vats that were all neatly lined up next to each other on the left of the factory, the contents of which bubbled and swirled like colorful whirlpools that threw that side of the room in an eerily stunning glow of spectral hues that should had been dazzling - but for the prisoners - it was merely the finished product of their end. ”We’ll bang, okay?”

It brokered no solace for their condemned souls.

Between these three main sections, a labyrinth of pipes, vents and other assorted equipment filled up the rest of the empty space, leaving little room to move about, yet, it allowed just enough space for strategically constructed catwalks that allowed the workforce access to the majority of the pipelines and ventilation ducts for the Factory’s constant and around the clock maintenance, which was attended to by expert engineers, trained by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

Despite how crude and chaotic it all looked, Rainbow Dash’s Factory was a finely oiled machine and she could not help but grin as the swelling pride in her chest blossomed out as she surveyed the team of fourteen ponies she commanded from her office window attending to their necessary duties as per their role within this elaborate execution center.

At first, when Rainbow Dash had learnt the terrible truth behind the purpose of the Factory, she found herself plagued with mixed emotions on the subject. It was disgusting and wrong to execute ponies-innocent ponies at that, but she knew that despite how wrong it was, it was indeed for a cause greater than anything she could fathom.

The longer she worked here, the more her perception changed of the world she lived in.

Rather than finding herself disgusted in the grim truth that ponies were executed and brutalized before her on a day to day basis, Rainbow Dash came to accept that such a situation was simply a part of life.

Besides, these were not just worthless ponies that had no place in Equestrian society with their lack of useful talents. A lot of them came from the Processing Facility, where murderers, rapists and other such scum awaited their end at the Rainbow Factory’s mechanisms.

However, unlike the talentless dolts Rainbow felt somewhat sympathetic towards, the scum that came from the Processing Facility deserved every bit of what was going to happen to them and much, much more.

The error of their ways and the error of them ever being born will be made fully known to them once they witnessed the sheer, heartless bloodshed that was present in Rainbow’s methods towards their wretched ilk.

Rainbow Dash scuffed a hoof on the ground as she huffed angrily through her nose, the spectrum of liquid rainbow speckling her irritated features.

“Just like that crazy pink bitch that killed Rarity and her sister and almost got her hooves on Applejack,” Rainbow Dash muttered under her breath, her teeth gritting together as she hissed out a pained whisper, “and killed Scootaloo…”

A momentary sadness swelled within Rainbow Dash’s chest as her scowl dissipated, her eyes misting, “Oh, Scoots… I miss you, kid. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you… I’ll come by after I clean up after work and visit you, okay? Sound like a deal?”

The empty office gave no response.

“Cool.”

Many questions plagued Rainbow Dash.

Such questions had plagued her and had embittered the mare for the last two years. They were very, very simple ones at that-so simple in fact Rainbow Dash was boggled as to her consistent evasion of the solution.

And that question?

Why had that pink haired abomination been allowed to live as long as she had?

How many times has Rainbow Dash written strongly worded letters to Princess Twilight Sparkle in regards to speeding up the processing of that insane mare and have her dragged kicking and scream into the Rainbow Factory’s grinders…

Not that Pinkie Pie would die in such a direct approach. She would have the pleasure of dying a slowly and as painfully as she tortured her victims and Rainbow Dash would make sure of that.

Personally.

“Two years. Two, fricken years it took me to be in charge of this place. Yet even when I finally reach the top of the chain; getting the authority to call upon useless ponies to fill my vats whenever I want, I still cannot get the one mare I want most of all...”

Lifting a spectrum stained cyan hoof up to the window, she gently caressed her own reflection as a fire burned within her stomach and deep within her scornful eyes.

“I want her... I want revenge!” Rainbow Dash removed her hoof from the window, and observed the spectrum shaped hoofprint she left behind, “I want to watch her squirm. I want to lower her bit by bit into the grinders hooves first… I want to shower in her blood and burn the remains! I want her to suffer like she made Scoots, Rarity and Appleja-”

Rainbow Dash clenched her eyes shut as she caught herself saying Applejack’s name with a touch too much familiarity and emotion than was necessary.

She had momentarily forgotten a change in her life that also plagued her recent thoughts.

Rainbow Dash had broken up with Applejack yesterday after perhaps some of the best sex they ever had and now only twenty-four hours later, has she begun to regret her actions.

It was not just about the sex, mind you. It was all about the passion she felt for the farm pony as their bodies hotly intertwined.

Rainbow Dash had crushed on Applejack for a long, long time, so when they finally got together a year after the capture of Pinkie Pie, it was perhaps a dream come true. It was a difficult path they trotted, but they did it together and fought to overcome Applejack’s depression when she had learnt the truth of the murders and who was the pony to blame.

A close friend, no less…

A friend that she allowed to play with Applebloom alone, on many occasions.

A friend that murdered her other friends and good honest ponyfolk who did nothing at all to ever harm another.

A friend that Applejack confessed, she was slowly starting to fall for.

...A friend Rainbow Dash spitefully reminded Applejack’s affiliation with in a moment of blind fury.

“I totally bucked up…” Rainbow Dash felt her head fall forward and her forehead lightly strike the windowpane with a dull thud, her eyes half lidded as tears swelled up within the corners.

“Why did I say those things? I’m such an idiot. It was uncool. I really love her and yet all I seem to do is hurt her.”

She knew the reason why.

It was this Factory.

Although she did not want to admit it, Applejack was right. She had changed and it was because of this job.

How could she explain to Applejack what it was that she did here? She was sworn to secrecy. Breaking that secrecy meant anypony involved would find themselves too on the business end of a grinder to maintain the cover up.

“I’ve become such a shadowy version of myself, I just… I just don’t feel like me, anymore. Applejack isn’t the one that’s uncool. It’s me. I’m the wrong one. I’m the evil one… I’m the one that kills ponies. I’m the one that gives in to her lusts. I’m the one that has been disloyal to her...”

Rainbow Dash bit her lower lip at the sudden admission of infidelity.

Rainbow Dash, had been disloyal.

The word stung deep yet it was the knock on the door that caused her to visibly flinch, knowing full well who was on the other side.

Despite her recent admission to how wrong everything she had ever done was, Rainbow Dash knew she was only kidding herself in one regards.

Rainbow Dash enjoyed every moment-every death and every second she succumbed to her darkest desires. It felt empowering to be in a position where life and death was within your hooves to snuff out or to save for other purposes.

Other such purposes she had devised that was currently standing on the other side of that door.

A purpose she could very much use the comfort of right now to forget about a certain farm pony.

“Come in,” Rainbow Dash steeled her resolve even as her mind screamed out for her to stop. She turned to sit at her desk with her eyes locked upon the door as a grey mare stepped nervously on in.

“Y-you wanted to see me, chief?”

“Close the door,” Rainbow Dash intoned monotonously.

The grey mare nodded and whimpered as she gingerly closed the door behind her, “I-I didn’t do a-anything w-wrong today, chief… D-did you need me for something?”

“You know exactly what I want, Ditzy.”

The wall eyed mare whimpered and nodded, looking away, “I-I know, but—”

“Is there a problem?”

“N-No…” Ditzy lowered her head.

“Then come here,” Rainbow Dash motioned with a hoof to come hither, “if you value your life then you will shut your mouth, mount this desk and stick your flank up in the air. That is all you are useful for, after all.”

“P-please, chief, I’m still sore from yesterday and my daughter has been asking about the bruises and I—”

Rainbow Dash stood up from her chair and moved towards Ditzy who only backed up until she was against the door. Savagely, Rainbow Dash slammed both of her hooves either side of Ditzy’s head, trapping the mare between herself and the door.

Leaning in, Rainbow Dash planted a tender kiss to Ditzy’s neck, idly nipping at the hide in between words.

“You know exactly what happens to ponies that become useless...”

Trembling, Ditzy nodded, clenching her eyes shut as she felt Rainbow Dash’s lips capture her own for a kiss.

As Ditzy squirmed against Rainbow Dash’s body, she felt her superior’s tongue invade her mouth, which sloppily writhed against her own momentarily before it slipped out of her mouth and left a glistening trail of saliva on its course as it slithered down her neck.

“C-chief,” Ditzy pleaded, “please, stop...”

Rainbow Dash panted heavily as her tongue flicked back up under Ditzy’s chin, a heavy blush surging upon the cyan mare’s cheeks as she grinned mischievously at the wall eyed mare.

“No.”