"You're insane, but I love you for it"

Daren 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...