rainbows

by shadowstride72

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 749

grindark fic in first person of a stallion who ends up in the rainbow factory

grindark fic in first person of a stallion who ends up in the rainbow factory

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-04 05:25:27 UTC

sugar, spice, and everything gory

I awake with a large gasp.  “wha… where the hay am I”? I try to move but I seem to be strapped down to the cold, metal table I am lying on. I attempt to free myself with magic, but it doesn't work.  I look around to try and get a clue where I am. There are a lot of machines around me. The large room I am in reeks of death. I start to call out for help. “Hello, is anypony there”? I see a blue Pegasus standing on a metal platform above me. “Hey, you there, what is going on”?! He ignores my call to him. I keep staring at him to see if he’s real or if he’s just my imagination. All of a sudden I hear machines roar to life and I look back up to the platform and I see a lever pulled down that was up before. I look to my left and see a robotic arm extend towards me. At the end of the arm is a long knife covered in a crimson colored liquid… blood. I start to panic and squirm as much as possible to try and escape. I feel the large knife touch my flank. The knife starts to cut into my skin and makes its way up to my front leg. The pain is way too much to handle. I start shrieking in pain. “Please, anypony, help me”! The blade pulls itself out of the thin line it made on my side and travel over to the other side of me. I feel the blade start to make another small incision.  At this point I give up trying to fight it and except my fate. When the cutting is done the blade retracts and I see two more arms extend towards me, one for each incision. The arms seem to have clamps attached to them. The arms reach the incisions on my side and the clamps grab at the skin. Then as soon as the clamps got a good hold on my skin, they start to tear away the upper layer of my coat. The pain is so horrible. I scream at the top of my lungs hoping that somepony, anypony will come to my rescue but not a single pony even responds to my sharp cries for help. I open my eyes, barely even knowing they were shut, and see my dark blue coat being hauled away by the clamps that pulled it off. In the far distance of the factory I see bright glowing of various colors. The clamps make their way back to me and I start to panic once more. I still haven’t recovered from the sharp, burning on me. The clamps start towards my mane and tail. The clamps latch onto my hair and start to pull a little, hurting some but nowhere near as much pain I’m already feeling. Then that blue Pegasus I saw earlier swoops down next to the table and starts to release the straps holding me down. “What are you doing”? He doesn't respond, as I figured he would do. I don’t try to escape because I glance upward and see a rifle pointed at my head, probably used to keep me from escaping. Then I feel the Pegasus touch my side and pushes me until I’m facing the table. The pressure on the part of my stomach is so painful that I start to cry a little. I look over to my side and stare at the Pegasus and ask “why are you doing this to me”? To my surprise he responds “rainbows don’t make themselves”. He then flies back to the platform he was on before. The clamps that were still attached to my mane and tail release themselves and make their way to the boarder of dark blue and raw skin. They start the same procedure as last time. When the clamps are attached to my skin they pull upwards, tearing my coat right off revealing more raw skin. The skin is hauled away where the first one was. My whole body burns with agonizing pain. My vision starts to go blurry but I’m still barely conscious. I hear more machines hum and I look over to see the blade that made the incisions on my side heading towards my back. I can feel the blade touch the raw skin on my back and the blade pushes down, directly into my heart.