"You're insane, but I love you for it"by dragonofaquaChaptersChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenEpilogueChapter OneChapter FourChapter NineChapter Two"Bloodwing, it's time for you to work. Equestria expects the brightest of rainbows today". I groan, but then I stifle myself incase I sounded unenthusiastic about my job. Yes, my name is Bloodwing...psychopath, mare and Rainbow Factory Worker. I get up and out of bed, waiting for the morning 'clang' of gears, the thud of the presser, the screaming of the victims... "You'll work with the dagger today. I know you're not squeamish" I chuckled lightly, my goggles bouncing up and down my muzzle. Sharpster wasn't the best name for this blocky stallion, but at least he liked me. In the ultimate minimum way. I walk over the bridge, mocking the victims below. I approach the lever and raise a purple unicorn, who is screaming for help. How hilarious. Nopony will find you up here. I press the button and watch the dagger go through her, and her colour drains into the tubes. Oh...a bright rainbow you wanted? Lucky for Equestria...they'll be getting one... I decided to talk to the mare. One final conversation for her... "Having fun?" She replied by screaming more. Ugh. "Please stop screaming. It won't hurt. Promise". I lied. It will hurt immensely... "Please...get me out of here...my friends will wonder where I've gone..." Aw. Shame. I chuckled. "Oh, they'll see you soon...as one of the brightest rainbows Equestria has ever seen!" She smiled a little, but it faded to a look of horror as the dagger penetrated her chest. I operated the crane to move her grey, lifeless body away. I swung the crane around to collect the next victim, but it grabbed hold of me instead. Chapter ThreeI yell over the pounding machinery as I get enclosed within the crane. Nopony can hear me. The crane drops me onto the platform in front of the dagger...but the hoof-holders remain motionless. I squirm as the dagger approaches me slowly, and then unsettlingly fast. I open my wings and struggle to fly with the blades tapping on the platform, and the dagger is inches away from my flank. I turn around to my side and it cuts me. I see my beige colour drain from me to grey, from my hooves to my head. I writhe in pain, screaming "I'm an employee! Somepony help!" Pain sears through me. Maybe this is what it feels like to be a victim, having your colour taken away from you to make a majestic weather result. The dagger cuts a wobbly circle around my cutie mark, and then it all stops. Sharpster paused the machine, the dagger still in my flank. I wriggle free of the dagger, screaming when it cuts me down my leg. I hover off, wincing when I land. I thank Sharpster, but he told me I was a useless mare, and that I had the responsibility of operating the dagger myself, without getting hurt. If a Worker was to hurt themselves, all faith would be lost. They are portrayed as strong, brave individuals, that have the knowledge to not cut themselves with the machine. He leads me through the corridors and to my dormitory, where he collects my things and shoves it into my unyielding arms. He points the exit sign in silence, his eyes flickering in rage. Chapter FiveThe sun sets and the stallion stands in front of me, chuckling. I give him a dangerous look. "Name?" Now it's his turn to give me a look. "What's your name!?" I repeat, raising my voice. "Oh." he says. Simple question, dumbass. "My name's Daren. And don't speak to me like that again, I may get caught up on you". How juvenile. But Daren? Ahah. Haha. An insane stallion called Daren? "Okay, Daren..." I say. "My name is Bloodwing. Rainbow Factory Worker, psychopath, mare." He looks at my attire. Doesn't he see? "I guessed you were a Worker." he says, giving me half a smile. I watched the moon as the clouds conceal it. Maybe the weather pegasi didn't plan a clear night. I took off my goggles, shielding my eyes protectively. I clean them and I put them back on. He looks puzzled. "Why do you-" he begins. I glare at him and growl slightly. "Shut up. I'm not telling you anything, asshole" He chuckles again. Nothing is funny. "Look, I've seen more pain than you would know, so shut your fucking muzzle!" On my command, he shut up....But not for long. "Ah, I would've guessed. And also, cursing ponies are prohibited around the school area." Oh, smartass. He was being sarcastic, I knew it. "Haven't you cursed before?" I gave him a look of mock surprise. He bears his sharp teeth in an attempt to smile - a vampire. How exotic, yet juvenile. "I have indeed, Bloodwing. And I'm twisted too." "I guessed you were..." I replied, sighing in impatience. "Look, I know you may look at these strange houses and colo-" "I know that, I've been here before" I winced as I remembered my past...an old Bloodwing... "Anyway, that was an excellent lecture. Love is indeed lethal." "Why thank you" he replied, his red eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Past experiences have made me think, and these fillies have no idea. They attempt to make small versions of themselves...if you know what I mean". "How disturbing" I say, thinking of how that would happen. Colts wouldn't be able.... Makes me think how I laughed when I saw my stallionfriend die - I realised he was a virgin. "Anyway...I better go...I'll see you around, Daren" I don't hear him say goodbye, but I see him widen his eyes in awe as I flex my bladed wings and fly high into the sky. Chapter SixAuthor's Note Whew...so now we've met Daren. What are your thoughts so far? It's definitely a clopfic...it'll be like that soon, I promise c; dragonofaqua Chapter Six I walk down the alleyway of the houses listening to music. I notice other ponies glancing at me, horrified, perhaps wondering if they could be the next victims. I'd take them all up, one by one. If I still worked there. I begin singing the tune I'm listening to. "What cause have I to feel glad? I've built my life on judgement and causing pain I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome Now everything that I've had And everything I've known have been thrown away; And with time, I've come to find this isn't my home..." I manage to get to the second verse, when suddenly Daren lands in front of me, making dust scatter over the floor. I exaggerate a cough, and he chuckles. What's so funny about me? I lift off my headphones and shake out my blue and red mane, partly stained by the blood of past victims. "Hey Bloodwing" The other ponies stare at Daren in disbelief...one mutters, "He's talking to the psycho!" They back away after I take out my dagger. I look at Daren with my eyes half closed under my goggles. "Hello, Daren." After the ponies scatter, I place the dagger into my lab coat pocket. "Apologies for my awkwardness, but would you come with me?" I had nothing else to do...he hates love anyway. I begin to get thoughts, but I banish them from my head before I think of anything more explicit. "Alright" We both soar over the rooftops, until he lands on one. I overshoot, but then I do the same. "Nice singing, by the way" I go red with embarrassment. He's probably been following me around...or just watching over me while I sang. "Er...thanks...I guess" "Mhm. No problem." Of course it wasn't a fucking problem, this stallion is insane. Nothing is a problem to him. "So, what's it like?" He came up to ask me what it was like? Surely he must know. "The factory?" He nods, his black mane swaying in the wind. "Well, it's dark, dingy and has the aroma of ponies." "Nice. What exactly do you do?" I smirk. "We make rainbows" He laughs. Obviously we don't just make rainbows. "No, really, what do you do?" He was eager...I had sworn not to pass on any information. But I'm just a castaway now. "Well, we strap ponies into these holders and thrust a dagger towards them. We insert a tube into where the dagger stabbed, and we drain out their colour and essence to create a rainbow from the blood. The dead pony fades to grey, and we dispose of the corpses as soon as possible" He thinks for a minute, and then looks at my lab coat, my grey neck, my bladed wings. "Must be fun" "Oh" I chuckle in delight. "It's amazing" "So, now that we're kind of friends..." Friend. I hate the word. "I prefer 'acquaintance'" He looked a bit distraught. I begin to think of the friendzone. "Alright, 'acquaintances'. Can you tell me what's under your goggles?" I sigh, and nod. "You are a demanding pony" He chuckles again. I remove my goggles and look at my hooves, and then I look at Daren when I gather enough confidence. I hide scars and my red eyes under the goggles, and I point them out for him. "Ouch...looks painful..." he looks worried for me. Surely it mustn't faze him? "Yeah...they're just accidents" "Okay. What about the accidents?" Oh shit. He doesn't need to know. I shake my head to dismiss him and put my goggles on. He places a hoof on my shoulder to stop me. "Tell me" I sigh. "The claw came down on me instead another victim, and I was planted on the platform where the ponies are drained...I lost my cutie mark and my colour. I wasn't that colourful anyway." He speaks in a low, quiet voice. "You're colourful to me, Bloodwing. And I'm sorry that happened to you" I start to blink back tears. I didn't want to be reminded of yesterday, and I feel like I've been down here for so long, I can't think of what colour I was. "I can't even remember what colour I was...or my talent, I ju-" "It's alright. You're colourful to me, and I see you as a psychopath in a different manner" He called me colourful...twice. Hes breaking his 'anti-love' rule. I feel a little soft...I know I can be kind sometimes, but it seems like I should scolding him. For what, though? "Bloodwing, why are you covered in blood?" he grins. "Did you murder someone?" "Oh yes. Many 'someones'!" I say with a small chuckle. "Listen, what I'm about to do right now is probably against my no-love thing...bu-" "I'm sure it's not against the law, if Ponyville had law...-" He silenced me with a soft kiss. I sincerely thought that he hated affection...romance...anything in particular. He backs away slowly. "Er...I have to...go somewhere...but I'll see you in the playground tonight, maybe?" I feel my cheeks go warm. I can't be with him, I'm a twisted mare... He winks at me and flies off. I smile for the first time in what seems forever. Chapter SevenSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter EightI walk in the shaded parts of the Everfree, finding a sheltered place to hide. Taking out my auto tune device, I fix it in my mouth, testing it so it works. I say a few words, and my voice sounds tinny. I remove my goggles, squinting from the shock of how much light there was. I'm sheltered...aren't I? I clear my throat. As much as I enjoyed being the Factory songbird, it was like prostitution...but singing instead of sex. I begin singing Rainbow Factory; "Now the rainbows tale isn't quite as nice. Of the story we knew of sugar and spice, A rainbows easy once you get to know it With the help of the magic of a Pegasus device" A twisted expression crawls onto my face and I laugh insanely, remembering the good factory past. I look around, but my singing and grimace ceased as Daren appeared in front of me. "Bloodwing, are you okay?" "Yes...are you okay?" Daren was bewildered by my tinny voice. He was covered in dirt and scratches. "I'm fine, don't worry about me" "Okay" "What are you doing?" "Just...singing...I do it alone though..." "Alright, I'll leave you to it." He flies away, and I continue. "Let's delve deeper into rainbow philosophy, Far beyond that of Cloudsdales' mythology It's easy to misjudge that floating city With its alluring decor, and social psychology But with all great things come with great responsibility That and Cloudsdales weathers stability How, you ask, are they up to the task, To which the answer is in the simple facility!" I had a wicked look on my face, my eye was twitching, my mouth turned into a insane smile. "In the Rainbow Factory...where your fears and horrors come true... In the Rainbow Factory...where not a single soul gets through... In the rainbow factory..." I fade the words out as the sun sets through the trees. Daren appears from behind me, applauding. My cheeks feel warm. He's been watching me. "You heard?" I say, my voice still tuned. "Oh, yes" he said, smiling. "Such a great song...especially when sung by a mare. An auto tuned one, too" "Er, thanks" I said, the psychotic smile fading from my lips. I look at my goggles, which are now broken by a tree. Daren looks at them. "Hm." "Yeah...euphoria" We both look at the stars after I remove my auto tune device. "You don't see this in the factory, Daren. Seeing the sky is a wish for the workers up there" He sits up and looks at me with half a smile. "But you're here now." "None of us were friends either. I've never been in a friendship before Or felt affection...my stallionfriend never talked to me anyway" "You have more than a friend, Bloodwing." I smile. Maybe this is what it feels like to be loved? "I guess...but it was stil...-" Daren brought his lips to mine, and we made out under the stars. He was strong, but soft at the same time. I began to think about the Factory...how we never bothered to talk to each other, apart from Sharpster. But this was Daren, I met him two...three days ago? And despite his hatred for love, he still chose me. Even when I'm heartless, cold, psychotic... A reject from the Factory. He pulls away to breathe and I gaze into his eyes. He touches the scars on my face. His voice lowers slightly, sounding a little like my husky one. "I can fix them up, you know" "I don't think scars can be fixed, Daren. They're just accidents" He looked hurt. "I guess they're memories..." I assure him. I lied, the scars represent the bad memories. "Alright." He picks up my goggles and looks at me one more time. "Your eyes are literally the colour of blood" I chuckle. "So much for the corny pick up lines" He laughs, and I wink at him before I leave. Chapter TenDaren and I fly up to the Factory the next morning. I walk to the employee department and pull on a rubber suit. It was tight around the flank area...but I wasn't impressing anyone. But Daren stood with his mouth gaped open. "I'm pretty sure you're not meant to make me-" "I know, but its just a suit." I feel provocative. I turn around to face the Factory. The machines are still running, but nopony is there. I feel a hoof touch my flank and I gasp. Daren is there smirking. "Mhm...and you said maybe Bloodwing. You think I'm not going to take you against the control panel or something? You're sexy" I give him a playful slap, and he laughs. "Daren, you do that again and it'll hurt twice as much" I turn around and pull the lever to discard the final pony. My irises shrink to pinpoints and I chuckle. Another touch to the flank, but it ends up as a rub. I bite my lip and stifle a moan...it comes out as a gasp. I buck at Daren and he laughs harder. "I'll get you someday, Bloodwing...your flank will be mine..." "Will you now?" I retort. I flick my tail hard, and it touches his crotch. He becomes hard, and I laugh. "Fuck, Bloodwing. You're just teasing..." I do it again, though. "Mm, maybe you won't get me back" "Alright!" he whines. "I'll stop...I swear" "You better" I chuckle. I could still see the bulge under the labcoat he was wearing. I started laughing as I disabled the machinery in the control room. A couple of guards appear behind me, but I throw daggers at them. I hear their bodies hit the floor. I look at the control panel again, and I see a beige vial with the initials B.W taped on. My colour. I disable everything but the dagger, and I switch that to a reverse extractor. It doesn't take away your colour, it gives it you back. I climb onto the platform and strap myself in, loading the colour as I do so. "Daren, stay down there!" "Bloodwing, what the fuck are you doing? You'll kill yourself! I don't want to be seeing you get hurt like this..." "I'll be fine..." I grit my teeth and writhe in pain, my colour surging from my chest and spreading outwards. He looks at me, worried. "Bloodwing..." My colour restores, and I feel like myself again. I'll never get my mark back, though. I scream against the machinery as the extractor pulls out. I climb out of the platform and catch my breath, biting my lip in agony. I rip off the rubber suit revealing my beige colour. Daren raises an eyebrow. It's not called the Strip Club Factory. "Are you alright?! Are you hurt? Your colour..." I nod. "It's just a colour..." I say, and I lie on the floor chuckling. "But it's a good thing" "Yeah, I guess" I look around the factory, all of the machines are broken from explosions. Maybe it wasn't suicide. I gaze at the walls, the only decor around were factory workers pinned to the wall by a dagger, lined up one by one. "Did you..." "No questions Daren. Let's go back." "Bloodwing..." I sighed and turned to him. "I don't want to talk right now" Those who escape the factory are either thrown in bodybags, or are left damaged. So damaged, that the past may never be spoken again. The workers at the factory are sworn to never leave, or pass on any information. But I don't work there any more... Chapter ElevenDaren and I stand by the river. He brings up factory questions, and since I'm in a better mood, I answer them. "So I guess you're wondering about my dagger throwing skill. I can tell you" I say, taking a deep breath. "Oh, please!" he was pleading with me. I chuckled. "Self security in the factory was a must. We trained with all kinds of weapons. Everyone finished their training...but I continued. I threw daggers at pegasi in mid-flight and pinned them to the wall. I shot daggers to operate the machines..." He deadpans."God, Bloodwing. You are a special mare" Special. How nice. I continue. "The dagger throwing became a hobby, and it also became my sixth sense somehow" "Hm. Sounds evil...but cool. Why do you have an auto tune device?" "I was the factory's songbird. Before I operated on the dagger, I used the device to sing the factory chant, and anything else requested. I was paid through that, until..." "Prostitution through song? I'm kidding. Until what?" I gulp. "Until I was chosen to kill my own family. They were lined up...near the crane..." I sniff. I blink back tears, not wanting to cry. "That's...that's sad..." "Not all of it was sad" "I know...but your family..." He walked over and hugged me whilst I sobbed silently. I had no tears anyway...why was I preventing them? Daren kisses me quickly, and lets me continue. "The auto tune device...I think you would sound better without it" I never thought of that. I smiled. "I'll test that theory" I stand there looking at my reflection in silence. I didn't want to talk about the factory any more... "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure." Oh shit...here we go. "Your stallionfriend...what was he like? I'm surprised that he is a virgin, with a body like yours" I looked at him, my goggles lowered so he could see my expression. I gave him a dangerous, yet naughty look, and he winked. I rolled my eyes and put my goggles back on "I'm not kidding, Bloodwing." He was staring at my ass, but I pretended not to notice. "Anyway, mare bodies aside...my stallionfriend didnt accept my new life and I didn't like him anyway" He laughed. I flicked my tail, slightly revealing my flank. He bit his lip and his eye twitched. "Uhh..." "Daren, my face is here" He snapped back into reality. "Hm?" He didn't look at me, so I ignored him. "I'm not wearing that rubber suit again, I ripped it up" "Ah...even though you looked...sexy in that, I'd rather see you in rainbow coloured socks. They're my fetish." He laughs, but I laugh harder. Rainbow coloured socks...fucking hell! Since he was still gazing at my figure, I performed a full 360 for his eyes. And he wolf whistles. "Daren!" He smirks and flies away. I hear his voice in the distance, "Ill be watching you!" "Me?" He doesn't respond. I chuckle, and run to the Everfree. Author's Note So...Daren and Bloodwing have become...close... I roleplay on a video game, and the mods decided to disable my account because I happened to say 'asshole'. I reactivated it because I swore to be a good girl from now on... Not. Chapter TwelveI crush the autotuner under my hoof. I sing a few notes and gradually get higher. In a sense of euphoria, I sang like it was my swansong. "I'm sick of hurting... Sick of thinking its all I do... I break those around me, Those spared are very few..." I laugh at my own voice. Daren was right, I didn't need anything to make my voice sound better. "Your voice...that amazing voice! It's incredible!" Daren falls from a tree. I laugh, and help him up. "You aren't very good at hiding" He grins. "No...I don't think so" "Well...thank you" "My mission was to make you normal, and it has been completed." "I'm not completely normal..." He speaks louder, his words battling mine. "Bloodwing, I'm glad I have you" I smile. I'm glad to have him too. I kiss him softly, and then back away. He leans in again but I dart my head to the side, teasing. I accomplish it a few more times before he presses his lips to mine. "I told you I hate being teased" I chuckle lightly. I know he doesn't. "That's why I try...because you tease me. That's like trying to make me...I don't know...moan for you" He raises an eyebrow. "Can you moan for me, Bloodwing?" Oh, now I've given him ideas... "What kind of moan?" "You're trying to tease me, aren't you?" He looks at me, probably thinking that he isn't getting anywhere with this... Oh, he's going to regret it. I close my eyes and create a long, provocative moan. I bite my lip to add to the effect. "Bloodwing" he says quietly. "I can't take you on a tree...that moan was too sexy. You'll leave me hanging for ages." "That's the power of teasing" "You had to bite your lip too..." I bit it again, and made a soft moan. I teased him as hard as I could, I wanted to leave him hanging. I wink. "Bloodwing...please stop...arousing isn't part of my night time regime...." I knew he was going to regret it. I make one final moan, and I make it the most...'powerful'. He scoffs and pushes me onto the grass, clashing his lips to mine. I run my tongue across his bottom lip, and his wings spring out. Our tongues battle each other and I can't help it...I moan in satisfaction. He stands up, laughing. He's still wearing that lab coat...and that hard-on... "Inspecting my crotch, are you?" I looked up at him and smirked. "You looked at mine for longer...and that teasing you asked for" "Fair point. Just save those moans for later, okay?" Just save those moans for later, okay? I see what he means. "Can you come over mine sometime?" A naughty smile creeps across my face. "Sure" "And...can you wear these?" He gives me a box and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. Toys? Gags? Food? "Just to...keep warm. And...songbird...are you lying to me about your factory singing? I'm pretty sure you singing your 'song' will arouse other workers too...maybe that's why you got paid..." I wink at him and he flies off, leaving me smirking. Of course I didn't moan for my pay, that'd be weird. Chapter ThirteenI lean against Sugar Cube Corner chewing gum. It tastes vile...why does everypony have it? It keeps me occupied, though. I blow a few bubbles, staring at the box. I open it, and inside... I laugh. Rainbow coloured socks. "Oh, of course." I mutter, still chuckling. I put the socks back in the box and I walk to my house, placing the box in my bedroom. I flew up to the highest rooftop and stood there. "Did you like your present?" Daren appears behind me. Either he's secretly a unicorn...or 'stalk' is his middle name. I nod, "Of course I did" He laughs. "Nothing like your favourite living fetish wearing another of your fetishes" "Oh...I'm your fetish now..?" I say, raising an eyebrow. "I had to recover from that teasing earlier...it wasn't easy. I prevented myself from clopping. Your moans kept replaying through my mind" I try to picture him in his room, a wingboner and another boner, straining himself so that he doesn't clop. He probably wants more pleasure. "You're imagining it, aren't you? You're so naughty, Bloodwing. I don't know how you keep it up without a stallion in your flank all the time" I laugh. "Perhaps my mind isn't kept up by sexual pleasure" "Is that so? Maybe I could be the bringer of said pleasure..." Daren spanks me near my flank and I gasp. We're in the enclosed section of the rooftop. He chuckles and plants both hooves on my butt. I become wet, and bite my lip. I feel his warm breath as he gets closer . I'm immediately aroused..he flicks his tongue and I moan, my tail twitching. "D-Daren...I'd like to note that we are on a rooftop..." I quiver under his touch. He flicks his tongue again. "Fuck...do I turn you on that much?" He rubs a hoof up and down my flank, collecting the moisture and spreading it. I moan louder. "Daren...others will see..." I say, anxious of our privacy. "No they won't. They're all at somepony's funeral. Something important, but I cannot be assed to go" I walk to the crook of the roof and Daren spreads my legs. He licks at me from behind, and I'm moaning with every motion. "I told you your flank will be mine" he says, pausing to rub at me quickly. I moan and bite my lip. "Daren...I-I'm close..." He stops and looks at me, I look at him back. Why did he stop? He speaks in a low voice. "I want you to be louder when you cum" He needs to keep going...and he does. My breaths become shallow as I reach the peak of my pleasure and I scream in ecstasy, cumming all over his hooves. Daren licks me off and my tail twitches; I'm still sensitive from my orgasm. I sit in the crook catching my breath. He laughs. "I think I've kept up your mind, Bloodwing." His wings fold open and go hard. He wears a proud smile on his face. "You..." I pant. "You found my weak spot" I say, breathless. "I have indeed...anyway, better fly. I need to do some cleaning up." He licks his hooves and winks at me. "You taste good". He flies off, leaving me in defeat on the rooftop. He's beaten me to it. Chapter FourteenI lie on my stomach in my bedroom, replaying Daren's take on me earlier. Supported by the bed, I turn onto my back and think off how to get him back. Perhaps grinding...licking... Sucking. I chuckle. He won't know what's coming...(no pun intended) I run a hoof through my mane and walk out. I decide to go to the Everfree, since that's my place of (almost) privacy. I sit against a tree at the heart of the dark forest. I take out my headphones and listen to music, tapping my hoof on the grass as I do so. I sing quietly along to the tune, in case Daren were to come along and applaud me. But as I get used to the silence, my singing becomes louder. I take off my headphones and plug in a speaker. 'Rainbow Factory' flows across the landscape, and I sing. The violin synth starts to play, and I dance a little. The dancing turns into breakdancing... "Nice moves, Bloodwing". Daren... I turn around, mouthing 'Where your fears and horrors come true'. I finish, and I chuckle. "Do you follow me?" "Maybe...but your music is playing pretty loudly. I was watching you roll your body on the tree too" I blush. I was experimenting with what move I was going to do next. "Psh. It was just a one-off" "Mhm...but you dance very well baby...can you do that again?" "Alright...but just this once, baby..." I mimicked him. 'Baby' was one thing I hated being called, but I somehow liked it at the same time. I scroll the track to where the synth started, and roll my body against the tree. I started from my butt to my head, pushing a hoof through my mane. Daren had his mouth open and one of his eyebrows raised. I step away from the tree and face him. I put on my husky voice, "Is that what you wanted?" He nods and I sit against the tree. "Bloodwing...you don't know how much I want to take you against that tree right now..." "Mm..." He sits next to me and I lie down. I switch off the speaker. "Maybe you missed the opportunity...the control room was just fine..." "I hope I haven't" he says, winking. He lies next to me and we kiss under the tree. Our tongues danced and battled one another, and I pull away for a breather. I sigh into his neck. I knew what I was going to do. I climb on top of him, planting my flank on his crotch. "Bloodwing..." I place a hoof on his lips. "Talk and I stop right now" On my command, he's quiet. I grind against him slowly until he becomes hard. I kiss him softly, and gradually get down to his stomach. I plant a kiss in the middle, and put a hoof on his crotch. He sucks his teeth in. I look up and raise my eyebrows. I allow him to make noises...but talking isn't really relevant... I rub my muzzle over his hard-on. "Ah..." Daren seems to be handling this well...Until... I run my tongue over his shaft, and he moans. I chuckle. "I thought I might get you back, Daren. You're big for such an affectionate stallion..." He bites his lip and I stroke him slowly, and eventually get quicker. "Ah...fuck..." His dick throbbed. I rolled my tongue on the head, and pushed it slowly into my mouth. He moans with every movement. I stroke him quickly while sucking at the same time. His breaths become shallow and I moan a little against his cock. "Bloodwing....I-I'm going to..." I release him from my mouth and quickly rub a hoof over his shaft. He breathes quickly and I rub harder, licking the head every so often to drive him over the edge. He moans and bites his lip. Daren releases his load on my muzzle, and I wipe it off with a hoof. I lick my hooves clean and wink at him. He lies there catching his breath. "Fucking hell ba-" I give him a nefarious look. "Call me 'babe'...a 'baby' won't perform mature acts..." I wink at him and fly off, leaving him and my speakers behind. "I'll get you next time, Bloodwing" I hear him shout. "Also, these speakers are overrated!" I laugh, and land near my house. I have succeeded. Chapter FifteenAuthor's Note The erotic parts will get better...I keep my promise. I gave permission to an online roleplay friend to write Darens' POV...I think he took the suggestion...I forget. dragonofaqua c: Chapter Fifteen "Have you done that before?" Daren and I sit on the swings in the playground. It's somepony's coronation or something...but I'm not really excited for it. Neither is he. I shook my head. "Why...was I that good?" He laughs. "You were better than I thought you would be. Seeing as I'm now partly not a virgin-" I give him a look of mock anger. "Better than you thought I would be?" "Er...mhm." he says, chuckling. "Anyway, seeing as I'm now partly not a virgin, I want to do things with you..." "Things?" "Fun things." "Mhm, I love baking cupcakes." I say, laughing when he looks at me with a weird expression. "Ahaha. Funny...But not exactly. The cream will be involved though, and the spooning..." I laugh. "Daren, erotic baking jokes are corny and weird. What the fuck are you thinking?" He laughs too. Of course I knew what he was thinking. "But yes...I'd like to 'do things' with you" "You'll have to wear those socks I gave you" "Oh, yes. I'll remember. I'll probably add something else too..." I used to wear a garterbelt under my Factory uniform because the protective boots I would wear didn't fit me. That was one thing I did keep. "Do tell" I shake my head. "No spoilers." He whines. I smirk at his reply. "Bloodwing, teasing isn't funny, it's too erotic and sexy and dangerous for a stallion like me because rape may be involved" I laugh harder than before. "It's not rape if you like it..." "Is it now? I'll have to test that theory" We both laugh. "I'm kidding. You're my favourite mare" I smile. I'm a favourite. "Daren, I've never seen you blush" "I don't think I do blush" "I reckon I can make you" "Hm...good luck" I think for a moment. I think of all the sensitive parts on a stallion's body apart from the crotch and stomach... A good neck rub or scratch behind the ear is good, though. I get up from the swing and place my goggles on the seat. His eyes follow me until I kiss him behind his ear, down to his neck. I step back and put the goggles on my head while sitting on the seat. He's blushing. "You've found my weak spot..." "Mhm..I knew you had a soft side somewhere." He looks away for a moment and give him an unexpected kiss. He blushes more. Daren lifts his hooves to touch his cheek. "Alright...you can stop now" I smile at his blush. He's soft on the inside, and I have found where it is. "Behind your ear?" "My neck mostly" His blush fades from his cheeks. "Ah, of course. My neck is a pretty weak sp-" He pushes his swing closer to mine and places kisses down my neck. I shiver and bite my lip. "It's not just my flank, Daren" I whisper. "I bet I can find all of your weak spots" he whispers back. Daren winks and sits back on his swing. Not for long though... We get off the swings and kiss under the midnight moon. He links his neck with mine and whispers, "Bloodwing, I love you" I pull away from the link and step closer. "I love you too" I bite his bottom lip softly, and he inhales sharply. "I think you're a vampire too, Bloodwing..." "I'm not a vampire...I'm not as sexy as one" "You are sexy, Bloodwing. And not all vampires are..." "Mm...but I'm kissing one right now." I put a hoof behind his ear and pull his lips to mine. For once, I have been accepted for my insane state. And I accept him. Chapter SixteenSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter Seventeen"Agh...fuck...Daren!" Turns out the torture had some use after all...if I didn't succeed, this pleasure wouldn't have happened. Daren slams into me from behind, causing me to moan in ecstasy. The moisture I had gathered from a few minutes ago acted as lubrication for him... "Fuck...Bloodwing...you're so warm..." He says, in between breaths. I match his rhythm with my hips, rolling them backwards when he comes forwards. I'm sprawled out on the bed with my ass in the air, and he spanks it every so often. I bite my lip and moan as his pace becomes harder, faster - maybe being a virgin forever would've been boring. I feel as if he is part of me, and this link between us is something...I can't quite put my hoof on... Daren reaches his hoof around my waist and rubs tiny circles on my plot - this drives me over the edge. Fuck...I'm going to... My breaths quicken along with his pace and constant stimulation. He lowers his head to my ear, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. "I want you to scream when you come" he says, breathless. "I want you to tell me how it fucking feels" I moan again, trying to catch my breath to reply. "D-Daren...it feels...it-" I don't get to reply as I scream in pleasure. My walls close around him as he pulls out and his stimulation stops. I lie on my back and watch him stroke himself, and he releases his load onto my stomach. I roll onto my side and look at Daren, laughing. He laughs too. "Fucking hell, are you sure you didn't do that before?" I question. It felt so good that it was possible he may have had some practise. "I assure you, Bloodwing, that I have not. Hm, was I good for you then? Or will I have to do better next time?" I look at him and laugh harder. "Next time?" "Oh, this won't be the only time" he says, winking. "I might have to get the gag out, you're a screamer" I stop laughing and look at him, mocking some expression of seriousness. "Mhm....I'm a screamer, am I?" "You are indeed...we'll probably get knocks on the door now from neighbours, telling us to shut up!" he points out, sniggering. We lie next to each other after I wash myself off. I pull on the rainbow socks again and curl up under his arm. "You don't look that bad actually, with those socks on" he whispers. His arm curls around me and we look into each others' eyes. I whisper back, "They're just socks. But thinking about it, they are your fetish." "Mhm." "I love you, Daren" I say, and I mean it. "I love you too, Bloodwing" he replies. I watch him go to sleep. It's midnight, and we've been lying here for a few minutes after our 'canoodling'. I curl up into a ball and fall asleep, hoping that every day will be lived as if it were my last. EpilogueDaren and I sit on the highest rooftop watching the sun set. Our day was filled with peace and quiet, so we just sat and talked. I lean against his broad shoulder and he places an arm around me. "Bloodwing, can I ask you something?" he says, sounding slightly anxious. We haven't played the 'Question Game' for two days, but that was for his enjoyment. "Sure. What is it?" I say, facing him and balancing the goggles on my mane so that I can see him a little better. "I know you're a worker, but how come I didn't see you until last month?" A month ago sounds a long time...but now it isn't due to the fact that I don't work at the factory any more. "Because I was fired from my job, Daren" I say. He turns his head to look at me, and raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Before I had the accident, all workers were sworn not to hurt themselves on a piece of machinery, because that would prove that you weren't responsible enough for the job. Even if it wasn't your fault, you were deemed unfit and not worthy for the position. So when I was hurt, I had to hover down to here and live the rest of my life without a career". "Oh...so that's why you had that patch of blood on your flank when I met you." I nod, and he lowers his hoof to touch where my cutie mark was. I wince, remembering the excruciating pain I went through when the dagger sliced the mark off. He takes his hoof away, probably in fear that he'll hurt me. "Can you remember what your cutie mark was?" Daren looks at me, and he puts on another anxious expression. I try hard to remember what my cutie mark was, but it had never crossed my mind since. Suddenly, I recover an old memory from my mind: when I first got my mark. "It was a spiral shape!" I say, smiling at the memory. "I think it was a purple spiral, but I didn't know what it meant back then. I was only a filly...but a destructive one too" Daren chuckles. "Perhaps it was to represent 'twisted', as it, spiral twisted? Y'know, like a screwball..." I chuckle too. "You think I'm a screwball, Daren?" "The best screwball I know" he says. We embrace, watching the sun dip below the horizon. As the stars start to appear, I stand up and put on the goggles, ready to fly home. "Must you always wear those damned goggles? You look rough and hard without them. I think that when you cover them, you're portraying yourself as a coward would" Daren says, standing up with me. I take off the goggles and put them on his head. I chuckle at his dumbfounded look, and he laughs with me. "Alright, I'll keep them. They'll possibly be a souvenir. But if, if we do break up-" I silence him with a kiss. I don't want to leave Daren, and I know that he doesn't want to leave me either. He speaks quietly. "If we do break up, they'll remind me of you" "But won't your marefriend be mad?" "Ah, she'll be mad, but not insane like we both are" I smile, and he returns it. "I never want to leave you..." I say, looking into his eyes. "I don't either. I love you a lot, you know" I chuckle. "I love you more." "Oh, stop flirting with me, Bloodwing! Hey, late corny pick-up line, but your eyes glisten like rubies" My chuckle turns into a laugh. "Alright, that's good enough." We kiss each other goodnight and fly home. Author's Note And it's finished! I just thought I'd write an epilogue, because I thought it would be a little abrupt on the last chapter. Did you like the story? As I said, the friend I roleplay with took the suggestion of writing Daren's point of view, so maybe that will be possible. I didn't add any series characters in, because they didn't really mix within the storyline. The lyrics stated in this story come from Woodentoaster's 'Rainbow Factory' and 'Awoken' by Woodentoaster, H8_seed, A Blu Skittle, and Bronydanceparty. (To be honest, they kind of inspired me to create Bloodwing. And now look where she is now) I also wrote this story on Wattpad, but it will have to be changed so that it isn't so 'erotic' Thank you for reading, dragonofaqua p.s maybe I'll write another one...hmm... Chapter OneThe whirring sound of the gears is embedded into my brain...I can't sleep. The screams are haunting me, my stallionfriend was killed today. By me. I replayed today's sequence in my mind, watching his blood-red coat fade away into a cloudy grey as his essence was poured into the tubes to create one of the many majestic rainbows Equestria has...once in a while. I didn't like him. He didn't accept me...I didn't accept him, eventually. He didn't like the psychopathic me. The 'me' who wore the blood-stained lab coats, the 'me' who exchanged my feathered wings for blades, the 'me' who laughed when I saw him die. And now I hear all kinds of voices crying out for help. That only makes me numb, and used to this place. Mares, stallions, fillies, colts of all ages. Disturbing, yet the yells are music to my ears. I toss and turn, burying my muzzle into the cold pillow. The blood from my mane embeds into the sheets, and I lie there. Still. Silent. Listening. Perhaps someone has escaped this ghastly factory...yet there is nopony on the record who has. One way or another, you'll end your life. I don't cry. My tears are broken, the lack of them has dried up my soul. I no longer feel sorry for others. I don't feel sympathy...or empathy. It's already 7am...they'll be fetching me soon. Part of me wanted to plead, Please...break my shackles. I want this to stop. Another part of me wanted to see others die. I sit up and fumble with my lab coat, pulling it on over my cutie mark. I never quite got it...it's kind of a spiral shape. Maybe it's a false talent. Well, fuck you pony anatomy and your puny... I hear a knock. Chapter FourI hover toward Ponyville, and by the time I arrive, there's a rainbow being acknowledged by everypony. I step closer to the crowd and they glance at my wings, my mane, my lab coat, my box of almost nothing. They stare, and some run away. I walk to a bridge and stare at myself in the water. Ugh. Blood everywhere. Blood is good, blood is grand. I drop the contents of the box including the box itself into the river, narrowly avoiding the water splash. I walk around bored, catching glances thrown at me because of my oddness. Until I hear a husky stallion voice. I walk toward the voice, and it turns out it's at the school. He stands there, stocky and tall, lecturing these kids about how love kills you. It does. I leap over the fence to get to the lecture, and I listen. "You kids don't understand how lethal love is....it isn't nice, fun, exhilarating..." On cue, a filly speaks up: "N-no! It's great to be in love!" I clear my throat and they all turn to me, gasping in horror. "...Oh shut up, Orange Peel. I've seen worse!" The stallion seems to be handling this quite well. Its my turn: "Love is ghastly. Anypony who is caught in the act of love shall be stabbed on sight, or made into a rainbow." My voice starts to sound husky. Almost provocative, perhaps. I don't encourage my voice to make this stallion want me...perhaps my husky voice brings on wingboners from stallions everywhere. I haven't tried it, though. I speak in the stallions ear, "You may want to take responsibility too...you never know what they might get up to" I see his wings quickly unfold, and his mane stands on end. Ah. My voice was indeed too husky. "Y...yes...ma'am." He looked like me, psychopathic, dangerous, evil...the same. I growl slightly, and the fillies run screaming Chapter NineI stand on a rooftop the next day, feeling the wind caressing my face and mane. I never had this freedom in the factory. There were no windows...and just one door. That was called the exit. "Hey Bloodwing" I swear I jumped out of my skin, almost falling from the rooftop. "Bloody hell, Daren. Hello to you too" He chuckles. I can see his pointed canines that protrude his lips when he laughs. "I have something to tell you" I'm immediately worried. What if we're done...what if I have a death sentence...what if... "I got mail today...we're invited to a two-day trip to the Rainbow Factory" The Rainbow Factory. Where your fears and horrors come true. Where I changed. Where everything changed. I sighed and shook my head. "I can't go, Daren...I suffered the consequences" "What? You have to go...I depend on your skill, Bloodwing!" I sigh. I can risk going back. "Alright...but I get to operate the machines. "Okay..." We are silent for a while. I think of the time when my colour was drained, and how my cutie mark was severed. I think of my accidents, and my unexplained 'skill' of defeating an opponent without looking. I can't tell him right now. But he'll know what happened when we get there... "Okay Bloodwing. I'm going to blow up the machinery..." "You can't blow it up, that's suicide" "N-" It is definitely suicide. "Daren, you don't understand. I've seen everything. You didn't work there, you didn't get hurt, you didn't see your family die before you because i..." I didn't say the rest, the past was too depressing. I shake my head. "Nevermind..." Yet I want to blow up that horrid factory. "So...I'll see you tomorrow then..." he says, looking a little pained. Before he goes, I kiss him, and whisper, "I want to warn you that I change within the atmosphere of that factory..." Another wingboner appears. His voice lowers aswell. "Is that supposed to arouse me, Bloodwing?" I chuckle. Well... "Mm...maybe" I wink at him and fly off. He's kidding...right? Despite all of this...I'm going to the Factory.
Chapter Two"Bloodwing, it's time for you to work. Equestria expects the brightest of rainbows today". I groan, but then I stifle myself incase I sounded unenthusiastic about my job. Yes, my name is Bloodwing...psychopath, mare and Rainbow Factory Worker. I get up and out of bed, waiting for the morning 'clang' of gears, the thud of the presser, the screaming of the victims... "You'll work with the dagger today. I know you're not squeamish" I chuckled lightly, my goggles bouncing up and down my muzzle. Sharpster wasn't the best name for this blocky stallion, but at least he liked me. In the ultimate minimum way. I walk over the bridge, mocking the victims below. I approach the lever and raise a purple unicorn, who is screaming for help. How hilarious. Nopony will find you up here. I press the button and watch the dagger go through her, and her colour drains into the tubes. Oh...a bright rainbow you wanted? Lucky for Equestria...they'll be getting one... I decided to talk to the mare. One final conversation for her... "Having fun?" She replied by screaming more. Ugh. "Please stop screaming. It won't hurt. Promise". I lied. It will hurt immensely... "Please...get me out of here...my friends will wonder where I've gone..." Aw. Shame. I chuckled. "Oh, they'll see you soon...as one of the brightest rainbows Equestria has ever seen!" She smiled a little, but it faded to a look of horror as the dagger penetrated her chest. I operated the crane to move her grey, lifeless body away. I swung the crane around to collect the next victim, but it grabbed hold of me instead.
Chapter ThreeI yell over the pounding machinery as I get enclosed within the crane. Nopony can hear me. The crane drops me onto the platform in front of the dagger...but the hoof-holders remain motionless. I squirm as the dagger approaches me slowly, and then unsettlingly fast. I open my wings and struggle to fly with the blades tapping on the platform, and the dagger is inches away from my flank. I turn around to my side and it cuts me. I see my beige colour drain from me to grey, from my hooves to my head. I writhe in pain, screaming "I'm an employee! Somepony help!" Pain sears through me. Maybe this is what it feels like to be a victim, having your colour taken away from you to make a majestic weather result. The dagger cuts a wobbly circle around my cutie mark, and then it all stops. Sharpster paused the machine, the dagger still in my flank. I wriggle free of the dagger, screaming when it cuts me down my leg. I hover off, wincing when I land. I thank Sharpster, but he told me I was a useless mare, and that I had the responsibility of operating the dagger myself, without getting hurt. If a Worker was to hurt themselves, all faith would be lost. They are portrayed as strong, brave individuals, that have the knowledge to not cut themselves with the machine. He leads me through the corridors and to my dormitory, where he collects my things and shoves it into my unyielding arms. He points the exit sign in silence, his eyes flickering in rage.
Chapter FiveThe sun sets and the stallion stands in front of me, chuckling. I give him a dangerous look. "Name?" Now it's his turn to give me a look. "What's your name!?" I repeat, raising my voice. "Oh." he says. Simple question, dumbass. "My name's Daren. And don't speak to me like that again, I may get caught up on you". How juvenile. But Daren? Ahah. Haha. An insane stallion called Daren? "Okay, Daren..." I say. "My name is Bloodwing. Rainbow Factory Worker, psychopath, mare." He looks at my attire. Doesn't he see? "I guessed you were a Worker." he says, giving me half a smile. I watched the moon as the clouds conceal it. Maybe the weather pegasi didn't plan a clear night. I took off my goggles, shielding my eyes protectively. I clean them and I put them back on. He looks puzzled. "Why do you-" he begins. I glare at him and growl slightly. "Shut up. I'm not telling you anything, asshole" He chuckles again. Nothing is funny. "Look, I've seen more pain than you would know, so shut your fucking muzzle!" On my command, he shut up....But not for long. "Ah, I would've guessed. And also, cursing ponies are prohibited around the school area." Oh, smartass. He was being sarcastic, I knew it. "Haven't you cursed before?" I gave him a look of mock surprise. He bears his sharp teeth in an attempt to smile - a vampire. How exotic, yet juvenile. "I have indeed, Bloodwing. And I'm twisted too." "I guessed you were..." I replied, sighing in impatience. "Look, I know you may look at these strange houses and colo-" "I know that, I've been here before" I winced as I remembered my past...an old Bloodwing... "Anyway, that was an excellent lecture. Love is indeed lethal." "Why thank you" he replied, his red eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Past experiences have made me think, and these fillies have no idea. They attempt to make small versions of themselves...if you know what I mean". "How disturbing" I say, thinking of how that would happen. Colts wouldn't be able.... Makes me think how I laughed when I saw my stallionfriend die - I realised he was a virgin. "Anyway...I better go...I'll see you around, Daren" I don't hear him say goodbye, but I see him widen his eyes in awe as I flex my bladed wings and fly high into the sky.
Chapter SixAuthor's Note Whew...so now we've met Daren. What are your thoughts so far? It's definitely a clopfic...it'll be like that soon, I promise c; dragonofaqua Chapter Six I walk down the alleyway of the houses listening to music. I notice other ponies glancing at me, horrified, perhaps wondering if they could be the next victims. I'd take them all up, one by one. If I still worked there. I begin singing the tune I'm listening to. "What cause have I to feel glad? I've built my life on judgement and causing pain I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome Now everything that I've had And everything I've known have been thrown away; And with time, I've come to find this isn't my home..." I manage to get to the second verse, when suddenly Daren lands in front of me, making dust scatter over the floor. I exaggerate a cough, and he chuckles. What's so funny about me? I lift off my headphones and shake out my blue and red mane, partly stained by the blood of past victims. "Hey Bloodwing" The other ponies stare at Daren in disbelief...one mutters, "He's talking to the psycho!" They back away after I take out my dagger. I look at Daren with my eyes half closed under my goggles. "Hello, Daren." After the ponies scatter, I place the dagger into my lab coat pocket. "Apologies for my awkwardness, but would you come with me?" I had nothing else to do...he hates love anyway. I begin to get thoughts, but I banish them from my head before I think of anything more explicit. "Alright" We both soar over the rooftops, until he lands on one. I overshoot, but then I do the same. "Nice singing, by the way" I go red with embarrassment. He's probably been following me around...or just watching over me while I sang. "Er...thanks...I guess" "Mhm. No problem." Of course it wasn't a fucking problem, this stallion is insane. Nothing is a problem to him. "So, what's it like?" He came up to ask me what it was like? Surely he must know. "The factory?" He nods, his black mane swaying in the wind. "Well, it's dark, dingy and has the aroma of ponies." "Nice. What exactly do you do?" I smirk. "We make rainbows" He laughs. Obviously we don't just make rainbows. "No, really, what do you do?" He was eager...I had sworn not to pass on any information. But I'm just a castaway now. "Well, we strap ponies into these holders and thrust a dagger towards them. We insert a tube into where the dagger stabbed, and we drain out their colour and essence to create a rainbow from the blood. The dead pony fades to grey, and we dispose of the corpses as soon as possible" He thinks for a minute, and then looks at my lab coat, my grey neck, my bladed wings. "Must be fun" "Oh" I chuckle in delight. "It's amazing" "So, now that we're kind of friends..." Friend. I hate the word. "I prefer 'acquaintance'" He looked a bit distraught. I begin to think of the friendzone. "Alright, 'acquaintances'. Can you tell me what's under your goggles?" I sigh, and nod. "You are a demanding pony" He chuckles again. I remove my goggles and look at my hooves, and then I look at Daren when I gather enough confidence. I hide scars and my red eyes under the goggles, and I point them out for him. "Ouch...looks painful..." he looks worried for me. Surely it mustn't faze him? "Yeah...they're just accidents" "Okay. What about the accidents?" Oh shit. He doesn't need to know. I shake my head to dismiss him and put my goggles on. He places a hoof on my shoulder to stop me. "Tell me" I sigh. "The claw came down on me instead another victim, and I was planted on the platform where the ponies are drained...I lost my cutie mark and my colour. I wasn't that colourful anyway." He speaks in a low, quiet voice. "You're colourful to me, Bloodwing. And I'm sorry that happened to you" I start to blink back tears. I didn't want to be reminded of yesterday, and I feel like I've been down here for so long, I can't think of what colour I was. "I can't even remember what colour I was...or my talent, I ju-" "It's alright. You're colourful to me, and I see you as a psychopath in a different manner" He called me colourful...twice. Hes breaking his 'anti-love' rule. I feel a little soft...I know I can be kind sometimes, but it seems like I should scolding him. For what, though? "Bloodwing, why are you covered in blood?" he grins. "Did you murder someone?" "Oh yes. Many 'someones'!" I say with a small chuckle. "Listen, what I'm about to do right now is probably against my no-love thing...bu-" "I'm sure it's not against the law, if Ponyville had law...-" He silenced me with a soft kiss. I sincerely thought that he hated affection...romance...anything in particular. He backs away slowly. "Er...I have to...go somewhere...but I'll see you in the playground tonight, maybe?" I feel my cheeks go warm. I can't be with him, I'm a twisted mare... He winks at me and flies off. I smile for the first time in what seems forever.
Chapter EightI walk in the shaded parts of the Everfree, finding a sheltered place to hide. Taking out my auto tune device, I fix it in my mouth, testing it so it works. I say a few words, and my voice sounds tinny. I remove my goggles, squinting from the shock of how much light there was. I'm sheltered...aren't I? I clear my throat. As much as I enjoyed being the Factory songbird, it was like prostitution...but singing instead of sex. I begin singing Rainbow Factory; "Now the rainbows tale isn't quite as nice. Of the story we knew of sugar and spice, A rainbows easy once you get to know it With the help of the magic of a Pegasus device" A twisted expression crawls onto my face and I laugh insanely, remembering the good factory past. I look around, but my singing and grimace ceased as Daren appeared in front of me. "Bloodwing, are you okay?" "Yes...are you okay?" Daren was bewildered by my tinny voice. He was covered in dirt and scratches. "I'm fine, don't worry about me" "Okay" "What are you doing?" "Just...singing...I do it alone though..." "Alright, I'll leave you to it." He flies away, and I continue. "Let's delve deeper into rainbow philosophy, Far beyond that of Cloudsdales' mythology It's easy to misjudge that floating city With its alluring decor, and social psychology But with all great things come with great responsibility That and Cloudsdales weathers stability How, you ask, are they up to the task, To which the answer is in the simple facility!" I had a wicked look on my face, my eye was twitching, my mouth turned into a insane smile. "In the Rainbow Factory...where your fears and horrors come true... In the Rainbow Factory...where not a single soul gets through... In the rainbow factory..." I fade the words out as the sun sets through the trees. Daren appears from behind me, applauding. My cheeks feel warm. He's been watching me. "You heard?" I say, my voice still tuned. "Oh, yes" he said, smiling. "Such a great song...especially when sung by a mare. An auto tuned one, too" "Er, thanks" I said, the psychotic smile fading from my lips. I look at my goggles, which are now broken by a tree. Daren looks at them. "Hm." "Yeah...euphoria" We both look at the stars after I remove my auto tune device. "You don't see this in the factory, Daren. Seeing the sky is a wish for the workers up there" He sits up and looks at me with half a smile. "But you're here now." "None of us were friends either. I've never been in a friendship before Or felt affection...my stallionfriend never talked to me anyway" "You have more than a friend, Bloodwing." I smile. Maybe this is what it feels like to be loved? "I guess...but it was stil...-" Daren brought his lips to mine, and we made out under the stars. He was strong, but soft at the same time. I began to think about the Factory...how we never bothered to talk to each other, apart from Sharpster. But this was Daren, I met him two...three days ago? And despite his hatred for love, he still chose me. Even when I'm heartless, cold, psychotic... A reject from the Factory. He pulls away to breathe and I gaze into his eyes. He touches the scars on my face. His voice lowers slightly, sounding a little like my husky one. "I can fix them up, you know" "I don't think scars can be fixed, Daren. They're just accidents" He looked hurt. "I guess they're memories..." I assure him. I lied, the scars represent the bad memories. "Alright." He picks up my goggles and looks at me one more time. "Your eyes are literally the colour of blood" I chuckle. "So much for the corny pick up lines" He laughs, and I wink at him before I leave.
Chapter TenDaren and I fly up to the Factory the next morning. I walk to the employee department and pull on a rubber suit. It was tight around the flank area...but I wasn't impressing anyone. But Daren stood with his mouth gaped open. "I'm pretty sure you're not meant to make me-" "I know, but its just a suit." I feel provocative. I turn around to face the Factory. The machines are still running, but nopony is there. I feel a hoof touch my flank and I gasp. Daren is there smirking. "Mhm...and you said maybe Bloodwing. You think I'm not going to take you against the control panel or something? You're sexy" I give him a playful slap, and he laughs. "Daren, you do that again and it'll hurt twice as much" I turn around and pull the lever to discard the final pony. My irises shrink to pinpoints and I chuckle. Another touch to the flank, but it ends up as a rub. I bite my lip and stifle a moan...it comes out as a gasp. I buck at Daren and he laughs harder. "I'll get you someday, Bloodwing...your flank will be mine..." "Will you now?" I retort. I flick my tail hard, and it touches his crotch. He becomes hard, and I laugh. "Fuck, Bloodwing. You're just teasing..." I do it again, though. "Mm, maybe you won't get me back" "Alright!" he whines. "I'll stop...I swear" "You better" I chuckle. I could still see the bulge under the labcoat he was wearing. I started laughing as I disabled the machinery in the control room. A couple of guards appear behind me, but I throw daggers at them. I hear their bodies hit the floor. I look at the control panel again, and I see a beige vial with the initials B.W taped on. My colour. I disable everything but the dagger, and I switch that to a reverse extractor. It doesn't take away your colour, it gives it you back. I climb onto the platform and strap myself in, loading the colour as I do so. "Daren, stay down there!" "Bloodwing, what the fuck are you doing? You'll kill yourself! I don't want to be seeing you get hurt like this..." "I'll be fine..." I grit my teeth and writhe in pain, my colour surging from my chest and spreading outwards. He looks at me, worried. "Bloodwing..." My colour restores, and I feel like myself again. I'll never get my mark back, though. I scream against the machinery as the extractor pulls out. I climb out of the platform and catch my breath, biting my lip in agony. I rip off the rubber suit revealing my beige colour. Daren raises an eyebrow. It's not called the Strip Club Factory. "Are you alright?! Are you hurt? Your colour..." I nod. "It's just a colour..." I say, and I lie on the floor chuckling. "But it's a good thing" "Yeah, I guess" I look around the factory, all of the machines are broken from explosions. Maybe it wasn't suicide. I gaze at the walls, the only decor around were factory workers pinned to the wall by a dagger, lined up one by one. "Did you..." "No questions Daren. Let's go back." "Bloodwing..." I sighed and turned to him. "I don't want to talk right now" Those who escape the factory are either thrown in bodybags, or are left damaged. So damaged, that the past may never be spoken again. The workers at the factory are sworn to never leave, or pass on any information. But I don't work there any more...
Chapter ElevenDaren and I stand by the river. He brings up factory questions, and since I'm in a better mood, I answer them. "So I guess you're wondering about my dagger throwing skill. I can tell you" I say, taking a deep breath. "Oh, please!" he was pleading with me. I chuckled. "Self security in the factory was a must. We trained with all kinds of weapons. Everyone finished their training...but I continued. I threw daggers at pegasi in mid-flight and pinned them to the wall. I shot daggers to operate the machines..." He deadpans."God, Bloodwing. You are a special mare" Special. How nice. I continue. "The dagger throwing became a hobby, and it also became my sixth sense somehow" "Hm. Sounds evil...but cool. Why do you have an auto tune device?" "I was the factory's songbird. Before I operated on the dagger, I used the device to sing the factory chant, and anything else requested. I was paid through that, until..." "Prostitution through song? I'm kidding. Until what?" I gulp. "Until I was chosen to kill my own family. They were lined up...near the crane..." I sniff. I blink back tears, not wanting to cry. "That's...that's sad..." "Not all of it was sad" "I know...but your family..." He walked over and hugged me whilst I sobbed silently. I had no tears anyway...why was I preventing them? Daren kisses me quickly, and lets me continue. "The auto tune device...I think you would sound better without it" I never thought of that. I smiled. "I'll test that theory" I stand there looking at my reflection in silence. I didn't want to talk about the factory any more... "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure." Oh shit...here we go. "Your stallionfriend...what was he like? I'm surprised that he is a virgin, with a body like yours" I looked at him, my goggles lowered so he could see my expression. I gave him a dangerous, yet naughty look, and he winked. I rolled my eyes and put my goggles back on "I'm not kidding, Bloodwing." He was staring at my ass, but I pretended not to notice. "Anyway, mare bodies aside...my stallionfriend didnt accept my new life and I didn't like him anyway" He laughed. I flicked my tail, slightly revealing my flank. He bit his lip and his eye twitched. "Uhh..." "Daren, my face is here" He snapped back into reality. "Hm?" He didn't look at me, so I ignored him. "I'm not wearing that rubber suit again, I ripped it up" "Ah...even though you looked...sexy in that, I'd rather see you in rainbow coloured socks. They're my fetish." He laughs, but I laugh harder. Rainbow coloured socks...fucking hell! Since he was still gazing at my figure, I performed a full 360 for his eyes. And he wolf whistles. "Daren!" He smirks and flies away. I hear his voice in the distance, "Ill be watching you!" "Me?" He doesn't respond. I chuckle, and run to the Everfree. Author's Note So...Daren and Bloodwing have become...close... I roleplay on a video game, and the mods decided to disable my account because I happened to say 'asshole'. I reactivated it because I swore to be a good girl from now on... Not.
Chapter TwelveI crush the autotuner under my hoof. I sing a few notes and gradually get higher. In a sense of euphoria, I sang like it was my swansong. "I'm sick of hurting... Sick of thinking its all I do... I break those around me, Those spared are very few..." I laugh at my own voice. Daren was right, I didn't need anything to make my voice sound better. "Your voice...that amazing voice! It's incredible!" Daren falls from a tree. I laugh, and help him up. "You aren't very good at hiding" He grins. "No...I don't think so" "Well...thank you" "My mission was to make you normal, and it has been completed." "I'm not completely normal..." He speaks louder, his words battling mine. "Bloodwing, I'm glad I have you" I smile. I'm glad to have him too. I kiss him softly, and then back away. He leans in again but I dart my head to the side, teasing. I accomplish it a few more times before he presses his lips to mine. "I told you I hate being teased" I chuckle lightly. I know he doesn't. "That's why I try...because you tease me. That's like trying to make me...I don't know...moan for you" He raises an eyebrow. "Can you moan for me, Bloodwing?" Oh, now I've given him ideas... "What kind of moan?" "You're trying to tease me, aren't you?" He looks at me, probably thinking that he isn't getting anywhere with this... Oh, he's going to regret it. I close my eyes and create a long, provocative moan. I bite my lip to add to the effect. "Bloodwing" he says quietly. "I can't take you on a tree...that moan was too sexy. You'll leave me hanging for ages." "That's the power of teasing" "You had to bite your lip too..." I bit it again, and made a soft moan. I teased him as hard as I could, I wanted to leave him hanging. I wink. "Bloodwing...please stop...arousing isn't part of my night time regime...." I knew he was going to regret it. I make one final moan, and I make it the most...'powerful'. He scoffs and pushes me onto the grass, clashing his lips to mine. I run my tongue across his bottom lip, and his wings spring out. Our tongues battle each other and I can't help it...I moan in satisfaction. He stands up, laughing. He's still wearing that lab coat...and that hard-on... "Inspecting my crotch, are you?" I looked up at him and smirked. "You looked at mine for longer...and that teasing you asked for" "Fair point. Just save those moans for later, okay?" Just save those moans for later, okay? I see what he means. "Can you come over mine sometime?" A naughty smile creeps across my face. "Sure" "And...can you wear these?" He gives me a box and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. Toys? Gags? Food? "Just to...keep warm. And...songbird...are you lying to me about your factory singing? I'm pretty sure you singing your 'song' will arouse other workers too...maybe that's why you got paid..." I wink at him and he flies off, leaving me smirking. Of course I didn't moan for my pay, that'd be weird.
Chapter ThirteenI lean against Sugar Cube Corner chewing gum. It tastes vile...why does everypony have it? It keeps me occupied, though. I blow a few bubbles, staring at the box. I open it, and inside... I laugh. Rainbow coloured socks. "Oh, of course." I mutter, still chuckling. I put the socks back in the box and I walk to my house, placing the box in my bedroom. I flew up to the highest rooftop and stood there. "Did you like your present?" Daren appears behind me. Either he's secretly a unicorn...or 'stalk' is his middle name. I nod, "Of course I did" He laughs. "Nothing like your favourite living fetish wearing another of your fetishes" "Oh...I'm your fetish now..?" I say, raising an eyebrow. "I had to recover from that teasing earlier...it wasn't easy. I prevented myself from clopping. Your moans kept replaying through my mind" I try to picture him in his room, a wingboner and another boner, straining himself so that he doesn't clop. He probably wants more pleasure. "You're imagining it, aren't you? You're so naughty, Bloodwing. I don't know how you keep it up without a stallion in your flank all the time" I laugh. "Perhaps my mind isn't kept up by sexual pleasure" "Is that so? Maybe I could be the bringer of said pleasure..." Daren spanks me near my flank and I gasp. We're in the enclosed section of the rooftop. He chuckles and plants both hooves on my butt. I become wet, and bite my lip. I feel his warm breath as he gets closer . I'm immediately aroused..he flicks his tongue and I moan, my tail twitching. "D-Daren...I'd like to note that we are on a rooftop..." I quiver under his touch. He flicks his tongue again. "Fuck...do I turn you on that much?" He rubs a hoof up and down my flank, collecting the moisture and spreading it. I moan louder. "Daren...others will see..." I say, anxious of our privacy. "No they won't. They're all at somepony's funeral. Something important, but I cannot be assed to go" I walk to the crook of the roof and Daren spreads my legs. He licks at me from behind, and I'm moaning with every motion. "I told you your flank will be mine" he says, pausing to rub at me quickly. I moan and bite my lip. "Daren...I-I'm close..." He stops and looks at me, I look at him back. Why did he stop? He speaks in a low voice. "I want you to be louder when you cum" He needs to keep going...and he does. My breaths become shallow as I reach the peak of my pleasure and I scream in ecstasy, cumming all over his hooves. Daren licks me off and my tail twitches; I'm still sensitive from my orgasm. I sit in the crook catching my breath. He laughs. "I think I've kept up your mind, Bloodwing." His wings fold open and go hard. He wears a proud smile on his face. "You..." I pant. "You found my weak spot" I say, breathless. "I have indeed...anyway, better fly. I need to do some cleaning up." He licks his hooves and winks at me. "You taste good". He flies off, leaving me in defeat on the rooftop. He's beaten me to it.
Chapter FourteenI lie on my stomach in my bedroom, replaying Daren's take on me earlier. Supported by the bed, I turn onto my back and think off how to get him back. Perhaps grinding...licking... Sucking. I chuckle. He won't know what's coming...(no pun intended) I run a hoof through my mane and walk out. I decide to go to the Everfree, since that's my place of (almost) privacy. I sit against a tree at the heart of the dark forest. I take out my headphones and listen to music, tapping my hoof on the grass as I do so. I sing quietly along to the tune, in case Daren were to come along and applaud me. But as I get used to the silence, my singing becomes louder. I take off my headphones and plug in a speaker. 'Rainbow Factory' flows across the landscape, and I sing. The violin synth starts to play, and I dance a little. The dancing turns into breakdancing... "Nice moves, Bloodwing". Daren... I turn around, mouthing 'Where your fears and horrors come true'. I finish, and I chuckle. "Do you follow me?" "Maybe...but your music is playing pretty loudly. I was watching you roll your body on the tree too" I blush. I was experimenting with what move I was going to do next. "Psh. It was just a one-off" "Mhm...but you dance very well baby...can you do that again?" "Alright...but just this once, baby..." I mimicked him. 'Baby' was one thing I hated being called, but I somehow liked it at the same time. I scroll the track to where the synth started, and roll my body against the tree. I started from my butt to my head, pushing a hoof through my mane. Daren had his mouth open and one of his eyebrows raised. I step away from the tree and face him. I put on my husky voice, "Is that what you wanted?" He nods and I sit against the tree. "Bloodwing...you don't know how much I want to take you against that tree right now..." "Mm..." He sits next to me and I lie down. I switch off the speaker. "Maybe you missed the opportunity...the control room was just fine..." "I hope I haven't" he says, winking. He lies next to me and we kiss under the tree. Our tongues danced and battled one another, and I pull away for a breather. I sigh into his neck. I knew what I was going to do. I climb on top of him, planting my flank on his crotch. "Bloodwing..." I place a hoof on his lips. "Talk and I stop right now" On my command, he's quiet. I grind against him slowly until he becomes hard. I kiss him softly, and gradually get down to his stomach. I plant a kiss in the middle, and put a hoof on his crotch. He sucks his teeth in. I look up and raise my eyebrows. I allow him to make noises...but talking isn't really relevant... I rub my muzzle over his hard-on. "Ah..." Daren seems to be handling this well...Until... I run my tongue over his shaft, and he moans. I chuckle. "I thought I might get you back, Daren. You're big for such an affectionate stallion..." He bites his lip and I stroke him slowly, and eventually get quicker. "Ah...fuck..." His dick throbbed. I rolled my tongue on the head, and pushed it slowly into my mouth. He moans with every movement. I stroke him quickly while sucking at the same time. His breaths become shallow and I moan a little against his cock. "Bloodwing....I-I'm going to..." I release him from my mouth and quickly rub a hoof over his shaft. He breathes quickly and I rub harder, licking the head every so often to drive him over the edge. He moans and bites his lip. Daren releases his load on my muzzle, and I wipe it off with a hoof. I lick my hooves clean and wink at him. He lies there catching his breath. "Fucking hell ba-" I give him a nefarious look. "Call me 'babe'...a 'baby' won't perform mature acts..." I wink at him and fly off, leaving him and my speakers behind. "I'll get you next time, Bloodwing" I hear him shout. "Also, these speakers are overrated!" I laugh, and land near my house. I have succeeded.
Chapter FifteenAuthor's Note The erotic parts will get better...I keep my promise. I gave permission to an online roleplay friend to write Darens' POV...I think he took the suggestion...I forget. dragonofaqua c: Chapter Fifteen "Have you done that before?" Daren and I sit on the swings in the playground. It's somepony's coronation or something...but I'm not really excited for it. Neither is he. I shook my head. "Why...was I that good?" He laughs. "You were better than I thought you would be. Seeing as I'm now partly not a virgin-" I give him a look of mock anger. "Better than you thought I would be?" "Er...mhm." he says, chuckling. "Anyway, seeing as I'm now partly not a virgin, I want to do things with you..." "Things?" "Fun things." "Mhm, I love baking cupcakes." I say, laughing when he looks at me with a weird expression. "Ahaha. Funny...But not exactly. The cream will be involved though, and the spooning..." I laugh. "Daren, erotic baking jokes are corny and weird. What the fuck are you thinking?" He laughs too. Of course I knew what he was thinking. "But yes...I'd like to 'do things' with you" "You'll have to wear those socks I gave you" "Oh, yes. I'll remember. I'll probably add something else too..." I used to wear a garterbelt under my Factory uniform because the protective boots I would wear didn't fit me. That was one thing I did keep. "Do tell" I shake my head. "No spoilers." He whines. I smirk at his reply. "Bloodwing, teasing isn't funny, it's too erotic and sexy and dangerous for a stallion like me because rape may be involved" I laugh harder than before. "It's not rape if you like it..." "Is it now? I'll have to test that theory" We both laugh. "I'm kidding. You're my favourite mare" I smile. I'm a favourite. "Daren, I've never seen you blush" "I don't think I do blush" "I reckon I can make you" "Hm...good luck" I think for a moment. I think of all the sensitive parts on a stallion's body apart from the crotch and stomach... A good neck rub or scratch behind the ear is good, though. I get up from the swing and place my goggles on the seat. His eyes follow me until I kiss him behind his ear, down to his neck. I step back and put the goggles on my head while sitting on the seat. He's blushing. "You've found my weak spot..." "Mhm..I knew you had a soft side somewhere." He looks away for a moment and give him an unexpected kiss. He blushes more. Daren lifts his hooves to touch his cheek. "Alright...you can stop now" I smile at his blush. He's soft on the inside, and I have found where it is. "Behind your ear?" "My neck mostly" His blush fades from his cheeks. "Ah, of course. My neck is a pretty weak sp-" He pushes his swing closer to mine and places kisses down my neck. I shiver and bite my lip. "It's not just my flank, Daren" I whisper. "I bet I can find all of your weak spots" he whispers back. Daren winks and sits back on his swing. Not for long though... We get off the swings and kiss under the midnight moon. He links his neck with mine and whispers, "Bloodwing, I love you" I pull away from the link and step closer. "I love you too" I bite his bottom lip softly, and he inhales sharply. "I think you're a vampire too, Bloodwing..." "I'm not a vampire...I'm not as sexy as one" "You are sexy, Bloodwing. And not all vampires are..." "Mm...but I'm kissing one right now." I put a hoof behind his ear and pull his lips to mine. For once, I have been accepted for my insane state. And I accept him.
Chapter Seventeen"Agh...fuck...Daren!" Turns out the torture had some use after all...if I didn't succeed, this pleasure wouldn't have happened. Daren slams into me from behind, causing me to moan in ecstasy. The moisture I had gathered from a few minutes ago acted as lubrication for him... "Fuck...Bloodwing...you're so warm..." He says, in between breaths. I match his rhythm with my hips, rolling them backwards when he comes forwards. I'm sprawled out on the bed with my ass in the air, and he spanks it every so often. I bite my lip and moan as his pace becomes harder, faster - maybe being a virgin forever would've been boring. I feel as if he is part of me, and this link between us is something...I can't quite put my hoof on... Daren reaches his hoof around my waist and rubs tiny circles on my plot - this drives me over the edge. Fuck...I'm going to... My breaths quicken along with his pace and constant stimulation. He lowers his head to my ear, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. "I want you to scream when you come" he says, breathless. "I want you to tell me how it fucking feels" I moan again, trying to catch my breath to reply. "D-Daren...it feels...it-" I don't get to reply as I scream in pleasure. My walls close around him as he pulls out and his stimulation stops. I lie on my back and watch him stroke himself, and he releases his load onto my stomach. I roll onto my side and look at Daren, laughing. He laughs too. "Fucking hell, are you sure you didn't do that before?" I question. It felt so good that it was possible he may have had some practise. "I assure you, Bloodwing, that I have not. Hm, was I good for you then? Or will I have to do better next time?" I look at him and laugh harder. "Next time?" "Oh, this won't be the only time" he says, winking. "I might have to get the gag out, you're a screamer" I stop laughing and look at him, mocking some expression of seriousness. "Mhm....I'm a screamer, am I?" "You are indeed...we'll probably get knocks on the door now from neighbours, telling us to shut up!" he points out, sniggering. We lie next to each other after I wash myself off. I pull on the rainbow socks again and curl up under his arm. "You don't look that bad actually, with those socks on" he whispers. His arm curls around me and we look into each others' eyes. I whisper back, "They're just socks. But thinking about it, they are your fetish." "Mhm." "I love you, Daren" I say, and I mean it. "I love you too, Bloodwing" he replies. I watch him go to sleep. It's midnight, and we've been lying here for a few minutes after our 'canoodling'. I curl up into a ball and fall asleep, hoping that every day will be lived as if it were my last.
EpilogueDaren and I sit on the highest rooftop watching the sun set. Our day was filled with peace and quiet, so we just sat and talked. I lean against his broad shoulder and he places an arm around me. "Bloodwing, can I ask you something?" he says, sounding slightly anxious. We haven't played the 'Question Game' for two days, but that was for his enjoyment. "Sure. What is it?" I say, facing him and balancing the goggles on my mane so that I can see him a little better. "I know you're a worker, but how come I didn't see you until last month?" A month ago sounds a long time...but now it isn't due to the fact that I don't work at the factory any more. "Because I was fired from my job, Daren" I say. He turns his head to look at me, and raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Before I had the accident, all workers were sworn not to hurt themselves on a piece of machinery, because that would prove that you weren't responsible enough for the job. Even if it wasn't your fault, you were deemed unfit and not worthy for the position. So when I was hurt, I had to hover down to here and live the rest of my life without a career". "Oh...so that's why you had that patch of blood on your flank when I met you." I nod, and he lowers his hoof to touch where my cutie mark was. I wince, remembering the excruciating pain I went through when the dagger sliced the mark off. He takes his hoof away, probably in fear that he'll hurt me. "Can you remember what your cutie mark was?" Daren looks at me, and he puts on another anxious expression. I try hard to remember what my cutie mark was, but it had never crossed my mind since. Suddenly, I recover an old memory from my mind: when I first got my mark. "It was a spiral shape!" I say, smiling at the memory. "I think it was a purple spiral, but I didn't know what it meant back then. I was only a filly...but a destructive one too" Daren chuckles. "Perhaps it was to represent 'twisted', as it, spiral twisted? Y'know, like a screwball..." I chuckle too. "You think I'm a screwball, Daren?" "The best screwball I know" he says. We embrace, watching the sun dip below the horizon. As the stars start to appear, I stand up and put on the goggles, ready to fly home. "Must you always wear those damned goggles? You look rough and hard without them. I think that when you cover them, you're portraying yourself as a coward would" Daren says, standing up with me. I take off the goggles and put them on his head. I chuckle at his dumbfounded look, and he laughs with me. "Alright, I'll keep them. They'll possibly be a souvenir. But if, if we do break up-" I silence him with a kiss. I don't want to leave Daren, and I know that he doesn't want to leave me either. He speaks quietly. "If we do break up, they'll remind me of you" "But won't your marefriend be mad?" "Ah, she'll be mad, but not insane like we both are" I smile, and he returns it. "I never want to leave you..." I say, looking into his eyes. "I don't either. I love you a lot, you know" I chuckle. "I love you more." "Oh, stop flirting with me, Bloodwing! Hey, late corny pick-up line, but your eyes glisten like rubies" My chuckle turns into a laugh. "Alright, that's good enough." We kiss each other goodnight and fly home. Author's Note And it's finished! I just thought I'd write an epilogue, because I thought it would be a little abrupt on the last chapter. Did you like the story? As I said, the friend I roleplay with took the suggestion of writing Daren's point of view, so maybe that will be possible. I didn't add any series characters in, because they didn't really mix within the storyline. The lyrics stated in this story come from Woodentoaster's 'Rainbow Factory' and 'Awoken' by Woodentoaster, H8_seed, A Blu Skittle, and Bronydanceparty. (To be honest, they kind of inspired me to create Bloodwing. And now look where she is now) I also wrote this story on Wattpad, but it will have to be changed so that it isn't so 'erotic' Thank you for reading, dragonofaqua p.s maybe I'll write another one...hmm...
Chapter OneThe whirring sound of the gears is embedded into my brain...I can't sleep. The screams are haunting me, my stallionfriend was killed today. By me. I replayed today's sequence in my mind, watching his blood-red coat fade away into a cloudy grey as his essence was poured into the tubes to create one of the many majestic rainbows Equestria has...once in a while. I didn't like him. He didn't accept me...I didn't accept him, eventually. He didn't like the psychopathic me. The 'me' who wore the blood-stained lab coats, the 'me' who exchanged my feathered wings for blades, the 'me' who laughed when I saw him die. And now I hear all kinds of voices crying out for help. That only makes me numb, and used to this place. Mares, stallions, fillies, colts of all ages. Disturbing, yet the yells are music to my ears. I toss and turn, burying my muzzle into the cold pillow. The blood from my mane embeds into the sheets, and I lie there. Still. Silent. Listening. Perhaps someone has escaped this ghastly factory...yet there is nopony on the record who has. One way or another, you'll end your life. I don't cry. My tears are broken, the lack of them has dried up my soul. I no longer feel sorry for others. I don't feel sympathy...or empathy. It's already 7am...they'll be fetching me soon. Part of me wanted to plead, Please...break my shackles. I want this to stop. Another part of me wanted to see others die. I sit up and fumble with my lab coat, pulling it on over my cutie mark. I never quite got it...it's kind of a spiral shape. Maybe it's a false talent. Well, fuck you pony anatomy and your puny... I hear a knock.
Chapter FourI hover toward Ponyville, and by the time I arrive, there's a rainbow being acknowledged by everypony. I step closer to the crowd and they glance at my wings, my mane, my lab coat, my box of almost nothing. They stare, and some run away. I walk to a bridge and stare at myself in the water. Ugh. Blood everywhere. Blood is good, blood is grand. I drop the contents of the box including the box itself into the river, narrowly avoiding the water splash. I walk around bored, catching glances thrown at me because of my oddness. Until I hear a husky stallion voice. I walk toward the voice, and it turns out it's at the school. He stands there, stocky and tall, lecturing these kids about how love kills you. It does. I leap over the fence to get to the lecture, and I listen. "You kids don't understand how lethal love is....it isn't nice, fun, exhilarating..." On cue, a filly speaks up: "N-no! It's great to be in love!" I clear my throat and they all turn to me, gasping in horror. "...Oh shut up, Orange Peel. I've seen worse!" The stallion seems to be handling this quite well. Its my turn: "Love is ghastly. Anypony who is caught in the act of love shall be stabbed on sight, or made into a rainbow." My voice starts to sound husky. Almost provocative, perhaps. I don't encourage my voice to make this stallion want me...perhaps my husky voice brings on wingboners from stallions everywhere. I haven't tried it, though. I speak in the stallions ear, "You may want to take responsibility too...you never know what they might get up to" I see his wings quickly unfold, and his mane stands on end. Ah. My voice was indeed too husky. "Y...yes...ma'am." He looked like me, psychopathic, dangerous, evil...the same. I growl slightly, and the fillies run screaming
Chapter NineI stand on a rooftop the next day, feeling the wind caressing my face and mane. I never had this freedom in the factory. There were no windows...and just one door. That was called the exit. "Hey Bloodwing" I swear I jumped out of my skin, almost falling from the rooftop. "Bloody hell, Daren. Hello to you too" He chuckles. I can see his pointed canines that protrude his lips when he laughs. "I have something to tell you" I'm immediately worried. What if we're done...what if I have a death sentence...what if... "I got mail today...we're invited to a two-day trip to the Rainbow Factory" The Rainbow Factory. Where your fears and horrors come true. Where I changed. Where everything changed. I sighed and shook my head. "I can't go, Daren...I suffered the consequences" "What? You have to go...I depend on your skill, Bloodwing!" I sigh. I can risk going back. "Alright...but I get to operate the machines. "Okay..." We are silent for a while. I think of the time when my colour was drained, and how my cutie mark was severed. I think of my accidents, and my unexplained 'skill' of defeating an opponent without looking. I can't tell him right now. But he'll know what happened when we get there... "Okay Bloodwing. I'm going to blow up the machinery..." "You can't blow it up, that's suicide" "N-" It is definitely suicide. "Daren, you don't understand. I've seen everything. You didn't work there, you didn't get hurt, you didn't see your family die before you because i..." I didn't say the rest, the past was too depressing. I shake my head. "Nevermind..." Yet I want to blow up that horrid factory. "So...I'll see you tomorrow then..." he says, looking a little pained. Before he goes, I kiss him, and whisper, "I want to warn you that I change within the atmosphere of that factory..." Another wingboner appears. His voice lowers aswell. "Is that supposed to arouse me, Bloodwing?" I chuckle. Well... "Mm...maybe" I wink at him and fly off. He's kidding...right? Despite all of this...I'm going to the Factory.
