Your Love is My Salvation

by Prince Redheart

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Tragedy, Dark, Sad, Romance
Length: 9483

hey everypony, this is my first fanfic that i've ever wrote, please give me some constructive critisism in the comments, i need helpl. i have a sequel coming soon, i just have to finish the last few chapters and get it copyrighted. i do have this one

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-23 05:23:26 UTC

part one

“W-what the…? Where am I?” You look around and find yourself strapped to an operation table, your wings and hooves bound by frayed leather straps that seem easy to break. You try to break the straps by pulling your hooves upward, only to find that you cannot move at all. You try to move again, and fail. Rolling your head to the right, you see white, one-eyed, robotic workers with razor sharp butcher knives cutting up and grinding small body parts. To your left is the same thing, only with bigger body parts.

the last thing you remember isn’t an abduction, or someone acting weird around you. no, you know that would be too cliche

You look up to find shabby wood paneling spanning across the ceiling to make shaky catwalks. Along the left wall, just below the ceiling were a few rooms that overlooked the workers. The glass, however, was black so nopony could see through it unless you were on the inside. One of these rooms, however, had the glass broken out and had been replaced with several sheets of cardboard, duct taped together to cover the window. You didn’t know why the window was replaced with cardboard, and you had a sinking feeling that you were never going to.

Your eyes shoot wide open in shock as you realize your true location. You have come to piece this odd puzzle together and have found the scary truth.

You are in the Rainbow Factory, on a cart that is only just now appearing to be moving, rolling towards a circle with six clamps on it and what seems to be a pair of scissors at the end of a folding mechanical arm.

You struggle to move once more and successfully slip one of your hooves through the binding and punch the wheel of the cart. You do not know why you did this, but a voice in the back of your head was nagging you, you wanted it to shut up so badly, but you could not think clearly.

The cart tips and throws your body forward, breaking the weak bloodstained leather as you let your reflexes take over and land on your feet.

Spinning around, you look at your captor, a rainbow-maned, blue-furred pony with an earpiece radio around her ear.

You charge her and thrust your fist straight forward, cracking her jaw and knocking her out in one punch.

You try to run away from the scene before anyone finds out what you had done. A sharp, burning pain erupts in your leg as your hoof hits the floor, and you collapse, not even fifty feet from where you woke up, blood slowly puddling around your hind legs.

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When you regain consciousness again, you find the pain dulled in your leg, but a new pain has sprouted in your neck.

A mysterious powder blue pony steps into the room. with no further inspection needed, you realize that it’s the one who was wheeling you on the cart. Celestia knows how long ago. Without saying a single word, she slams a rusty metal bar into the side of your head and just to the right of your eye. You lurch sideways, a small spurt of blood erupting from where you were hit, and you fall into blackness once again.

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In your sleep, you dream about what could be going on, where you are in this industrial nightmare, how long you have until your blood is drained, how long until you were cut into meat chunks for the Factory staff’s meals. How long turned into a blurry sheet of light, meant to bring joy and beauty to the city of clouds far below this metal death box.

You dream of how it would go. At least, what you think it would be like, your dreams being based on subconscious thoughts caused by the screams you heard at night that you’ve tried to ignore,

You are being wheeled on a cart again, just like before, to a black circle with six clamps, and that weird mechanical arm. The clamps close around your arms, legs, and wings. The metal joints on the arm extend outward and the metal blades, although blurry, seem strangely needle-like, with extremely large holding tubes at the end, about a half-gallon each. The “needles” move into position, right over your heart, and thrust fast into your flesh and your body goes cold as you arch your back and wake with a massive jolt.

You quickly realize that there is something amiss in the hallway to your right, behind a sheet of dirty glass.  You flip onto your side and stop suddenly. You aren’t bound...  You push yourself onto your hooves and walk to the glass, rub a small circle in the dirt and peer out into the hallway.

Though you can only see shadows, you can still hear the voices clearly, arguing about some Absentia person. You know that you’ve never heard the name before, but this argument still grips your attention.

“Absentia has failed for the last time, and you need to understand that! Last week, she stabbed a fire extinguisher and it sucked up all the oxygen in the entire Factory. We all had to wear gas masks for three days after that happened, and I’m pretty sure Epsilon has brain damage because of that. He wasn’t able to get a mask until an hour after it happened! I’m still getting headaches! And two days ago, she shattered the blackout glass in the observation box with a fire hydrant, making all the non-bionic workers, as you like to call them, nervous enough to cause three deaths due to clumsiness because they were so nervous that you were watching them. And just yesterday, she got in a fight with one of the fire patrol personnel because she wouldn’t let him get to the fire hydrant to put out a grease fire, then she used the fire hydrant they were trying to use to shove him into the Device! We can’t wait around for more casualties, you need to take action.”

“And you, my friend, need to shut the hell up. She was scared, so she took the fight reaction instead of flight like everypony says she should have done. Anyway, it’s almost time for the discharge. Prepare the Device.”

The conversation grips your attention until previously unseen, the same powder blue pony that had pushed you on a cart and hit your face with a bar, walked up behind you. You still didn’t notice her until…

She taps your shoulder.

You spin around so fast that you hear a loud crack and you fall to the floor.

The powder blue pony with a rainbow mane and tail walks over to you and offers you her hoof to grip and help you up onto your feet again.

In an extremely masculine voice, she asks, “Two things. One, go easy on that leg. Two, do you remember when you punched me earlier?”

You look at her, not remembering that you had sucker punched her. “Um, no. Not really.”

“Well, you punch pretty damn hard; we could use somepony like you to set the peanut gallery straight when they try to break out of their shell.

Whad’ya say?’

“What? Do you seriously expect me to join the ranks of the Cloudsdale weather patrol, the lie that hides the truth of your existence? You’re a bucking monster! You don’t deserve to live any longer than you have.” In an abnormally calm voice, you confront the familiar rainbow maned pony named Rainbow Dash, staring at her how Fluttershy taught you, making the pony wince and step back.

“So, Lord Smoothes taught you the stare as well? If so, then you’re destined to join the staff of the Rainbow Factory and live the rest of your days in the company of the glorious Pegasus Device!”

Your blood runs hot and you tense up, charge at her, and scream, “Never!!!”

Just before you hit her, she casually slides her front hoof in front of her face and punches straight out, making you flip backward from the force. You land on your back and moan in pain, unable to move for a few seconds.

Rainbow Dash leans over you and lays her chin on your chest. “Your heart is going to stop naturally in three weeks and five days unless you join us. We can provide life-sustaining nutrients that will make you live forever. Of course, you can choose the alternative route and refuse once more, but in front of lord Smoothes, and we could just throw you in the Pegasus Device right now if you’d like. And we can get your wife and son as well.” She pauses for a few seconds and starts to exit the room, “Your choice. He’s ready, my lord.”

A yellow pony walks in. her image immediately strikes your heart. If you didn’t believe in love at first site before, then you were sure that you did now.  Her long, pink hair was curled upward at the end; her coat was a brilliantly bright shade of yellow that could belong to the glorious sunrise. Her cutie mark, you understood its meaning immediately. Three pink butterflies, she could take care of and communicate with animals. You asked for her name, even though you already know it.

“I am Fluttershy, more commonly known around this hell hole as Lord Smoothes.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you thought to yourself, “oh Celestia! Even her voice resembles pure beauty!”

Foolishly acting on blind instinct, you tried to seduce her, “you look more beautiful than the first sunrise after a thousand years of blissful night.”

As if on cue, she blushes and turns her head away, looking down, trying to hide the smile. She replies with four simple words that make your heart skip again, “I love the night!” You were succeeding. You started to think to yourself, looking down as well. “maybe, just maybe, if I can get her off guard, I can convince her to let me leave this place alive, and hopefully in one piece……” your thoughts trail off as you lose your concentration, beginning to also lose consciousness again. The last thing you remember from that point on are a few chopped scenes of Fluttershy, or “Lord Smoothes” walking towards you and picking you up, then you were being carried down an extremely narrow hallway. You started to lose your senses, thinking that you had failed and were going to be stabbed and cut and chopped into a rainbow. You lose consciousness after thirty three seconds. Before the blackness sets in all around you, you hear an intercom in the distance, “Warning, Discharge in one minute and counting, all personnel clear the area.”

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Your memory is blurred as you awaken with a terrible pounding in your head. The pain in your leg is completely gone but the pain in your head has only worsened, as if your stomach was collapsing in on itself, then you realized that you hadn’t eaten anything since you woke up in this god-forsaken factory, and you didn’t even know how long you had been asleep since you had arrived there. You groggily look around. You seem to have been led to a pure white room with no definite walls. You stand up and try to find the wall, only to continue walking for a while, until a pen and paper falls out of your mane ***where else do you expect a horse to hold things?*** and then the objects fell upward, … you pause and stare intently at the two objects. They had definitely hit something and stopped, but how?

You think aloud for a while from here, beginning with, “HOW?!? Umm, how about th… wait, I never had a pen and paper under my mane. Where the buck am I?” you jump and grab the paper folded into a small square. Jumping again, you grip the pen and unfold the paper, ready to write when you see writing.

Keep this close to your face when you read it!!!

You oblige, moving the paper closer to your face, about three inches away, you begin to read, moving the paper with you as you read, the range restricting your vision.

I don’t know what you were trying to do in the room back there, but I have to say, you were definitely succeeding. If you want to live, call me, and use my real name, Fluttershy, and I’ll come in there. The room you are in is a regenerative field, suspended from gravity, therefore speeding recovery, it is, if you haven’t figured it out yet, a sphere with a weak gravity field at the true bottom where you’d go to exit the room. high tech for a rusty bucket of bolts.

This is your best chance at survival or getting out of here alive. The reason I told you to keep this note close when you read it is to keep it away from prying eyes for the next part. I’ve been trying to escape this nightmare for the past twelve years. I’ve been here since I was five years old, and I’ve been trying to escape ever since. Like I said earlier, I have a plan to get us both out of here, but it involves some intricate planning together, and most definitely us doing some things that most ponies in our situation wouldn’t dream of doing at a time like this. If you trust me, follow my lead, and call my name so I can go in there.

  Love,

        Fluttershy

“Um, okay.” You obey the words of the note supposedly written by Fluttershy and call out, oblivious to anyone watching or listening to you, not even aware of how that was possible. But hey, you didn’t even believe in the rainbow factory until you found yourself in tin. “Fluttershy? Um, could I please talk to you? Preferably only you.”

The beautiful yellow-maned pony from before enters the room through a curved door where the pen and paper had fallen, just as she had described in the letter.

The door closes behind her as she approaches you, blushing again, and unexpectedly kisses your muzzle, making your eyes thrust open in shock. When you relaxed, you find yourself kissing her in return, previously unaware that you were doing such a deed, but you didn’t mind. You liked it, but at the same time, you hated your very existence. You were kissing the pony that had sent hundreds, maybe even thousands of ponies to their deaths in the Pegasus device. “She’s obviously enjoying this, I have to keep it up if I want to leave,” you think to yourself as you unknowingly break away from her and your knees buckle. You fall to the floor, but you never hit the ground, for Fluttershy catches you the second she sees you falling. She drapes your forearms around her shoulders and stands up on her hind legs, forcing you to do the same. You, being a stallion, are anatomically larger than the small mare, and at your full height, you tower over her, giving you a sense of strength over this frail looking pony pressed against your stomach.

“You do know I can read minds, right?” Fluttershy looks at you with a sly smile dancing briefly across her lips. “sorry, I honestly can’t. But it would be pretty cool if I could.” She looks at you and points her hoof downward, “Please, it’s the only way to get out of here you do know that, don’t you?” her voice breaks as she continues talking, her face surprisingly emotionless save for the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “It’s the only way, and I wanted to tell you in the other room, but we were being watched and recorded. Here, we can do whatever; I ordered the surveillance to be shut down, so now I can tell you.  When you were flirting with me in the room back there, it felt weird, nobody has ever done that, and, I can only respond with this. “ She kisses you again and after another few seconds of awkward shock and stillness from you, she moves away from you, though you are both still on your hind legs. She moves her mouth closer to your ear and whispers, “I love you!”

You fall away from her, oblivious to the fact that she actually loves you. “Wait, just hold on a second.” Under your breath, you tell yourself to go into the intensive care ward in the mental hospital. “all right, we can’t have sex and get you pregnant to escape here, maybe if we rally the prisoners, we can soon enough confusion within the security to slip as many out as we can, then I can call my Pegasus friend, and he can do a rainbomb like rainbow dash did on AJ’s old barn. That should be enough to blow this box to hell where it belongs.”

You started to ponder your situation and realized that this is what you had wanted since she entered the room where you were awaiting your sentence of life or death.

You walk up to the yellow pony who’s beauty shone even brighter than the goddess of the sun, and you take her into a long, warm, soft hug, resting your head on her shoulder and gently pushing her head onto yours. The warmth from her body warmed your cold coat and only then did you realize that this was true love. You loved her and she loved you.

You once again began to question your situation and it felt like you were going to burst from all the thoughts running through your head.

You had woken up, fainted, woken up again, realized that you were in the Rainbow Factory, fought the toughest guard in the entire facility, fainted again, woke up and saw the most beautiful mare you’d ever seen, flirted with the creator of the Rainbow Factory and the Pegasus Device, fainted yet again, woke up in an anti-gravity room, found out that Fluttershy loves you and you love her as well, came to the conclusion that the only way to survive the Rainbow Factory is to start a family with somepony inside the facility, and now, you were probably going to faint again.

Sure enough, you feel yourself getting warm and floating away. You slump in Fluttershy’s arms. “Oh no you don’t!” She slaps your cheek lightly to make you wake up again.

You sit up with a start. “Sorry, I can’t help it. I haven’t eaten anything since I arrived here. That’s probably why I’ve been fainting so much.”

“Oh yeah, I’m so sorry about that, uhm, Security? Can you bring a double meal in here please?” Fluttershy asks the guard knowing that she had asked the monitors to be turned off. She was a smart filly, and she had just outwitted an easy opponent, for Rainbow Dash came in with a tray piled high with assorted fruits, toast slices, cereal and juice. Another pony, (large, grey, and extremely burly) came in carrying a pitcher of milk.

“I thought I asked for the surveillance to be turned off? Fluttershy stares at the ponies with an intensity strong enough to make even the burly grey pony flinch and back out of the room.

“Now Rainbow Dash, I expected better from my head security officer.” She lowers her voice to almost a hissing growl, “What went wrong?”

Rainbow Dash looks down at her hoofs and rolls her right one in a small circle on the floor. “I don’t know Lord Smoothes, I told them to turn the cameras off when I saw that they still had them on. it seemed like the security team was focused on this room especially. I don’t know why, maybe because it looked a bit suspicious when you told them to turn the cameras off, they wanted to protect you, maybe?”

“Your authority is in question within the ranks. You’re slipping Miss Dash, and you very well may be replaced with this strong pony next to me. Who knows, you may even get thrown into the Device for treason.” She pauses here and looks over at the pony quivering in fear while tears well up in her eyes.

“Y-you wouldn’t-t d-d-dare!” she runs at Fluttershy, with an obvious attempt to hurt and possibly kill the pony of your dreams. You instinctively jump in front of Fluttershy and thrust your fist as hard as you can in the hostile pony’s direction. You both hear a loud crunching, like a small flat stone cracking then shattering under the weight of a loaded apple cart. You open your eyes to find that there is nothing in front of you. You proceed to look down at the bleeding lump of blue and other various colors. You turn and look at your girlfriend.

“Wait, is she my girlfriend now?” the question flits across your mind as you contemplate your actions the past hour, and you assume that the answer to that question is a yes.

“Hey there tough guy! You okay?” Fluttershy notices your slightly glazed eyes as you think about how having this pony as your girlfriend would play out. you get up to the point where she was about to say “I do” when you feel a light tapping on your forehead. you snap back to reality and begin blushing furiously.

“Heh heh heh, uhm sorry about that. I was just thinking, that’s all. sorry.” you look down at your hooves and blush so deep it puts Big Macintosh to shame.

Fluttershy reads you actions, or rather, figures out that you were thinking about your life with her. She walks up to you and lifts your chin with her hoof. “Hey. I know what you were thinking about just now, and I’d like it if we could escape this god forsaken place first, then we can have a fresh start. We can try life together, and we can see how it goes. “

You now begin to wonder if she really can read minds, and if she was lying about whether or not she was joking about it earlier.

She lifts your head to hers and closes her eyes, moving her nose to your forehead for some reason that you didn’t want to know. After a few seconds, she lets your head fall as she begins to fall towards you. You don’t have time to react as she falls past you and onto the floor. You facehoof as you just stare at her lying on the floor

You pick her up and drape her across your shoulders and as you exit the room, you look to the still unconscious Rainbow Dash lying in the middle of the floor. Casually stepping over her, you walk through the door, being cautious not to hit her head on the doorframe.

The grey guard from earlier immediately approaches you and you try to sidestep him, but realize that he is too big to do that in this small of a hallway.

“What are you doing with our Lord?” the guard has a surprisingly high pitched voice for a stallion of his size. Or for a stallion at all, for that matter.

“Uh, she fainted and I was going to actually get somepony to help her.” You smile politely and try to step past him again and he blocks your way again.

“you aren’t going anywhere with Lord Smoothes!”

He lunges at you and you, for some weird reason, reach behind you to grab a nonexistent weapon to block this cretin. A trident (three point spear) appears in your hand. Incredulous to the fact that you had just summoned a weapon from thin air slipped your mind as you rammed the three tips into his heart, neck, and head.  Your jaw drops in horror and the trident falls to the floor and disappears

“What did I just do?!?” you don’t have time to wallow in your self-pity though. There are more guards running down the narrow hallway with high powered shock rods at the ready.

You reach behind your back again, summoning a very large but surprisingly light Nodachi sword. You hoist Fluttershy onto your back again and she stirs gently, forcing you to readjust yourself again.

You look back down the other direction and see a door with the words Fire Exit, Do Not Block written in bold white. “This isn’t right, that can’t be a fire escape. Ooh! But it’s my only chance, I have to take it!” you run down the hallway and slam the door open. Without going through it, you peek through the doorframe and see a very small strip of cloud, only about two feet in width, following the outer edge of the building. It may seem small, but for a Pegasus pony, you could just fly down to the ground below and you would be safe. You jump down onto the strip and hide against the wall, just below the door, which had a three and a half foot drop to the cloud below. Two guards appear in the doorway and look their respective directions down the side of the building. You have a fleeting moment of intense panic as the one on the right, a magenta maned, orange coated pony that you recognized looked down, saw you both, and raised a hoof to her lips. You nodded, knowing to obey her and stay completely silent. You didn’t know what this pony who often surprised everyone was going to do. Upon closer inspection, you realized that her wings were indeed growing, but you doubted they would hold her in midair long enough to safely land on the ground far below. You noticed that she had a gun barrel attached to her arm, with metal armor all around her body. She had a glove with seven tubes coming from the palm and extending outward into syringes and up her arm the opposite way to a metal tank that looked like a scuba diver’s oxygen tank. You shoved your hoof into your mouth to stifle a scream as you realized that it was a portable Pegasus Device. It wasn’t the only one you had seen since you arrived, all the higher ranked guards seemed to have them, but only now were you actually close enough to get a good look at one.

She reaches behind her and closes the door, making the other pony, bright pink coat and blue hair, look at her in confusion. She stabs the tubes into her face and they suck the blood from her body and separate it into red, orange, yellow, light blue, dark blue, and purple. You look up at her in horror, wanting to thank her for killing the other guard, but too scared to speak. She unclasps the tank and tubes, bringing the tank in front of her and unscrewing the lid.

“Hurry up, the other Crusaders will be waiting for us in the earth pony city below. Right now we are right above Manehattan, so Babs will be there as well. The Archangels, as we call them in the factory, will be here within a minute and thirty seconds and trust me, you don’t want to be anywhere near here when they arrive. Hurry up, drink this and let’s fly.”

Scootaloo hands you a plastic cup filled with the colorful blood from the tank. You look at it skeptically, then look at her with the same level of suspicion in your eyes.

Fine, I have to drink a cup anyway, so ill drink this one to prove that it’s safe. It gives you intense speed for two hours per dose.” She chugs the cup of blood and smiles lightly, “tastes like candy, always does.”

She quickly pours another cup, spilling a bit, “Shit!” shrugging the small incident off, she hands you the cup and when you start to drink, she tilts the bottom upward, making you drink much faster than you thought you could.

Scootaloo was right, though. It did taste like candy, and you liked it. in your mind, you hated yourself for liking the taste. it was pony blood for Celestia’s sake!

“All right, let’s go!”

The door bursts open and the most hideous thing you’ve ever seen rears its head in the doorway. With cuts and scars all over its body, blood and pus oozing from most of them, balls of flame for eyes, and his right ear cut in half with a jagged scar, the jet black pony cracks its neck to the left, then the right, and opens its long muzzle, revealing about thirty razor sharp teeth and the most foul odor possible emits from its throat.

Scootaloo squeaks in fear and shrinks back to the edge of the cloud. “RUN!!!” she jumps off the cloud and you follow, wondering how she was going to be able to fly. When you both reach terminal velocity, metal feathers shoot out, extending her wingspan by at least three feet.

Quickly flapping her extended wings, she drastically increases her speed, the distance between the ground and you was closing fast, and ten feet before the ground, you slam your wings downward, hitting the ground and making a small crater. Scootaloo, being almost literally made of metal, made a much larger crater.

“We need to get to the bakery, don’t question it!”

You lead the way south, the pink and white building was in view and you spread your wings to give you better speed as you flapped your wings, speeding along the ground as you crashed through the glass door of the bakery, Scootaloo not far behind.

The counter maid, Pinkie Pie, knew exactly what was happening, suddenly, twenty years of pent up energy from holding back during parties and bashes and everyday life burst out of control. “EVERYPONY OUT NOW! Get Lord Smoothes into the kitchen, grab as many cupcakes as you can, and get ready for the fight of your life!” she slams a button under the counter and all  of the walls and even furniture turns over, revealing the weirdest weapons you’d ever seen, but you weren’t going to question anything at this point. “Cupcakes, grab them!”

You grab a Cupcake Rocket Launcher, Frosted SMG, Cherry-Topped Mounted Turret, and the most pitiful looking Cupcake Pistol was left for you to take after Pinkie and Scootaloo were done grabbing weapons.

“That pistol, hold it the opposite way of how you normally hold a pistol, trust me.” You turn the pistol around, pointing the barrel at yourself. “Now pull the trigger and trust me again. “

You do as commanded and feel a shooting pain ***no pun intended*** in your stomach. You look down to find that there is a flaming hole in your stomach. You come to a horrifying realization that this was all a setup, and that you had been tricked into killing yourself.

You lose consciousness for only a few seconds. While unconscious, you don’t see a bright light at the end of a tunnel, you don’t hear voices of dead friends or family. You just fade into thought while your body heals in two seconds in the real world. You twitch your leg and jump up onto your feet, filled with rage at the Archangel you charge at him, using your still unexplainable power to summon a five foot snake sword. You now know that you are filled with an unimaginable power allowing you to move at lightning fast speeds, punch through ten feet of solid titanium, and even manipulate the speed of time.

Your snake sword slashes his black coat, giving the archangel a flaming wound to go with his flaming eyes. The cut is obviously very deep because the Archangel roars in agony, rearing back. When he comes back down, his front hoofs crack the ground beneath him, making a spider web pattern in the dirt. There is a bright flash of flame in his eyes as he lunges at you once more, biting your neck and sinking his teeth in, barely missing your vital vein. You go limp to avoid shifting the tooth closer to your vein. The Archangel, thinking you’re dead, releases his grip on your neck.

You fall to the ground beneath him and summon your blade again, stabbing it into his chest, through his ribs, and deep into his heart.

He falls to the ground, defeated and dying. The hole where you had stabbed into his chest burst into flame, slowly expanding until flames were burning every part of his body. When the flames slowly subside, there is nothing left but a heart, oozing blood and little spurts of sparks.

Pinkie Pie walks up behind you. “Well, I guess the only weapon we needed from my stash was the Fireant, you know, that pistol thing I told you to shoot yourself with? Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”

“Yeah, I guess you did. But you’re still gonna get it! That hurt like hell, literally!” Laughing, you tackle Pinkie Pie and start tickling her sides, knowing that she was extremely sensitive there.

After she surrenders, you roll off of her and help her up to her feet. “Let’s go check on Fluttershy, shall we?” you lead the way into the bakery while behind you, going unnoticed, the demon angel is regenerating itself, rebuilding its body to a mass bigger than when it had died. You continue into the kitchen, sitting next to Fluttershy and kissing her cheek lightly. “Hey, it’ll be okay. The Archangel is dead, we escaped the factory. It’s all over now.”

“Did you burn the heart?” Fluttershy looks at you in all seriousness and asks again, “The heart, did you burn it to hell where it belongs with the soul of the Archangel?”

You look outside and see no heart on the ground, only a large puddle of blood that had seeped from it. “Uhm, n-no.”

Suddenly, a spike with a stream of flame coming from the back tip shoots through the wall, hitting Pinkie Pie in the forehead. She collapses in a heap on the floor, blood trailing from the wound and making a large pool around you and Fluttershy. She screams in fear and shock, her friend having just been shot with a flaming spike. You try to comfort her, only to find that you are holding her to comfort yourself. Either way, it calmed both of you down enough to regain your senses.  When you do, you take her hoof and cautiously walk outside, looking for the archangel.

You both hear a low growl and your eyes turn to dots. You look up and see the Archangel staring down at you with an evil smile.

It lashes previously unseen whips and they catch around both of your necks. The Archangel makes sure the ropes won’t come off easily and takes off into the sky with an amazing force so powerful that it pops all the way down your back. Fluttershy yells in a croaky voice at the Archangel, “I am Fluttershy, Lord and Ruler of the Rainbow Factory, and I command that you cease these actions and release us immediately!”

You look back and see Scootaloo with a sword bursting with light energy from the hilt. She flies up and cuts both of his hands off just below the wrists. When you are free, you once again use you still unexplained power and think about nothing but pillars of fire. You pull your hands from behind your back and in them is a flamethrower with a wide nozzle and a very large tank. You rest the back against your shoulder, aim at the Archangel and yell, “Scootaloo, run! BURN IN HELL WHERE YOU BELONG SON OF A BITCH!!!”

You pull the trigger and as the column of flame hits the demon spawn, he burst into flame and disappears, his heart, once again oozing blood and various other colors, was falling to the ground into the city below. Not allowing the heart to regenerate again, you fly as fast as you can, following it to the ground. When you and the heart reach the ground, you pull the trigger, soaking it in flaming tar and not relinquishing the steady flow of flame until the tank was empty.

You hear a thud behind you and look back just in time to see Scootaloo fall, unconscious, from the sky send onto the grass just beside the road. The first thud was from Fluttershy falling after something had hit her. You look up and see three more Archangels hovering twenty feet above you.

You have no time to react as they drop down in front of you, hit you in the side of your head with a large club, and shove a sack over your head.

You were, for yet another time, unconscious and going to who knows where.

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As expected, you wake up in the Rainbow Factory with an excruciating pain in your head. You look to your left and see Fluttershy lying in the bed next to you, looking straight at you. You reel back in shock and tumble off of the bed. You grunt and climb back onto the bed and lay down next to her again.

“I take it you wanted them to lay us together?”

she smiles at you and answers. “ I did, so that way, when I woke up, I wouldn’t be worried about you.”

Fluttershy places a kiss on your lips before shifting closer to you, pressing herself against you and closing her eyes with a warm smile. “Yeah, I didn’t want to worry about you either, so when I woke up, I ordered the security to leave the room, then I watched over you to make sure you weren’t going to get hurt somehow.”

“Oh Celestia, my head hurts!” you rub your temple and turn the side where you were hit onto the pillow.

“Feraxies? Do you mind if I could get some intense care pain killers? Thank you.” A minute later, an orange pony with blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and stuffed under a large cowboy hat appears with a pill bottle and a glass of water with a small amount of sugar on the side.

“Hey Fluttershy?” you ask timidly, “what’s the sugar for?”

Fluttershy answers calmly after taking the three items, “to make the pill not taste so bitter. Just mix it into the water then take the pill.”

You wearily mix the sugar into the water, thinking that it would taste awful, and pop two pills into your mouth and drinking some water. You admit to yourself that it works and look at Fluttershy, “thanks for that, it honestly did help.” She just smiles lightly and chuckles as you try to hand the pills back to Feraxies but she refuses, pushing them back to you and kissing the side of your head where you had swollen from the club hitting you.

You shy away from her, being kissed by somepony at random was weird. A few seconds later, the pain faded, the swelling went down drastically, and you realized that she has a bit of unicorn magic in a vial around her neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how you are using magic from a vial?” you inquire the orange cowpony and wait for an answer.

She sighs and tells a short story, “Well, mah friend Twilight and I, we go way back. We did everything together y’know? We were really good friends, then one day, she got real sick. She told me that, when she died, she wanted me to cut her horn off and turn it upside down, pour her magic into a small bottle, and use it whenever I got lonely or needed it to help somepony else. She told me it’d never run out if I kept a cork on the bottle, and if I ever took the cork off, it’d have devastating effects on my body. I would slowly get weaker and weaker, no longer able to move after a while, and within three days, I would be in a comatose state, to die within a week of uncapping the magic. My name used to be Applejack, my brother Big Macintosh works here too, but I don’t know his new name. I was never told. In short, I carry the magic of one of my best friends, if I let it loose, I’ll die, and my brother works here with me because our farm fell into ruin. i know that last bit seems a bit irrelevant to you, but to me, it means the world. we survived by taking this job. i don’t do anything but help injured workers, so i don’t have anything on my conscious

“I’m sorry for your loss, and if there’s any way I could help you, any way at all, please, don’t be afraid to ask.” You try to comfort the pony, noticing that she had obviously been pained by simply remembering that sad story. She walks around the bed to your side and hugs you. “Thanks, it means a lot to me that somepony wants to make me feel better. But I may just have to take you up on your offer later today; I have to show a new recruit around the facility, I hear he punched the top ranked guard and fell in love with Lord Smoothes and killed an Archangel.” She looks at you with a seductive smile on her lips and kisses your cheek, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

“Wow,” Fluttershy looks at you with surprise, “you’re only here a day and you manage to kill an Archangel, knock out my top security guard twice, and about to succeed in seducing the Number One in the entire Factory? You really are good, now let’s see how good you really are!”

She looks at you and looks at you from across the room with a hungry look in her eyes. “Ready?”

“yeah, but let’s make sure we have our privacy first.”

“Oh, right, security lockdown engage for current room only!”

ACCESS DENIED. A loud speaker declares denial to Fluttershy, but she beat the system easily.

“Director override, Fluttershy!”

ACCESS GRANTED, LOCKDOWN ENGAGED

There is a low hum, high pitched at first, but slowly getting quieter. as the sound dies, so do the lights, plunging the room into darkness. a few seconds later, you feel fluttershy gently rubbing your inner crotch area.

“Wow Fluttershy, your hoof is pretty cold for somepony who’s usually warmer than mine.”

“uhh, i haven’t started doing anything yet. What are you talking about?"

You stop suddenly, looking down and squinting through the darkness. Suddenly,the speaker blares again; TARGET LOCKED, ALL PERSONNELL REMAIN STATIONARY.

"Uhh, what did it just say? is it seriously going to shoot my crotch?!?"

a red laser appears, but it stops above you, not on you. You begin to freak out, not sure whether or not you want to know what was in the room with you.

TARGET LOCKED, FIRING SECONDARY WEAPON

A second later, a beam of electricity shot from the middle of the roof, sparking and spiraling at the edges, and into the body of the intruder. The electricity coursed through it's veins, literally lighting it's body from the inside out.

the shape showed a lizard with swollen front feet, writhing and shrieking in agony as the electricity slowly cooked it to death.

"Uh, wow. it can do that... that's good to know."

Fluttershy walks up to bed and climbs in next to you. "Come on, we're well protected, so let's have some fun for the night." she unbuttons her dress and it falls to the floor, revealing her fur. this was no different than any other time that you had seen her without clothes, but you knew what was coming next.

..........................................(sadly, it still won't be showcased in this fanfis, ive given you guys more than i wanted to out of my first fanfic,, but in my next fanfic, i promise, there will be an amazing clop scene, aka, the second part of this story..............................................................

You wake up the next morning with your beautiful girlfriend sleeping calmly against your stomach. You wrap your arm around her and kiss her forehead. You fall back asleep a few moments later and dream about proposing to Fluttershy. You have a golden necklace in a long black box. You thought a necklace would be the closest thing to a wedding ring, but only unicorns were able to wear rings. You were kneeling in front of her, you pulled out the black box, you asked her, “Fluttershy, will you marry me?”

Your dream fades slowly, but you can still see what is happening. You see Fluttershy walking away, The few ponies who had gathered to watch looked disappointed and a couple of them went up to comfort you, your dream continues fading, and you see your own face, you were devastated, tears were silently streaming down your face as you got up, walked away, pulled out a gun from under your mane, and pointed it at your forehead. You wake with cold sweat soaking your face and neck, you sit up and realize that Fluttershy wasn’t next to you.

“She probably went to go check if they were spying on us or not,” you think to yourself, “what if she did refuse to marry me? Would I really get so depressed to commit suicide? Would we even survive long enough for us to both get the hell out of here so I could ask her to marry me? Would I even have enough guts to ask her? Would she even want to marry me?” hundreds of doubts kept crossing your mind repeatedly that day as you looked for Fluttershy, avoiding the guards easily until you happened to check the security room on accident.

You walk into the room, the monitors on the opposite wall from the door. The room had the door, a coffee maker, water filter and a small sink on one wall, the opposite wall was filled with hundreds of monitors. The monitors showed mostly hallways, then in the middle, several cameras were focused on different angles of the Pegasus Device. You look to your left and see another door marked “SECURITY STAFF ONLY” you peek through the window and see Fluttershy in the room beyond. You also see Feraxies and Rainbow Dash with a nametag that read Slyph. You look behind you and see a couple rusty metal chairs in perfect alignment along the right wall and decide to take a seat until Fluttershy is done. After a while, you get bored and feel yourself drifting off to sleep, so you let yourself sleep.

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You wake up when you hear the door of the meeting room open with a loud squeak.

“damn we need to fix this place up!” Rainbow Dash, or Slyph, kicks the door in anger, “I’m sick of looking at rust and hearing creaking everywhere I go!”

“I’ll fix the doors soon, then I’ll get some paint for the walls. Just please calm down.” Fluttershy had obviously made Slyph mad, because she stormed out of the room and down the hall, slamming a different door a few moments later.

“Uh, Fluttershy? Are we truly alone right now?” you wanted to ask her a slightly personal question, and you didn’t want anypony else to hear.

“yeah, of course we are. May I ask why you’d like to know?”

You continue a bit nervously, “do we have a good chance at escaping unnoticed right now?”

Her eyes narrow in suspicion, but she continues anyway, “I guess we do, if you follow my lead and do exactly as I say, no questions asked?”

You take the chance to escape without doubt, “all right, let’s do it”

“Firstly, I want you to promise me one thing, please.” You don’t know what she’ll ask you to do, but you accept her request with caution.

She walks up to you and whispers in your ear, “promise me you’ll propose to me the right way!” she laughs and kisses your lips, gently pushing past them and playing with your cheek. After a few moments, she moves away from you a bit. “Let’s get the hell out of here sweetie.”

You take her hoof and open the door, looking down both ways of the hallway. You don’t see any guards, so you start to walk down the hall to the right, from the way you came from the bedroom that you had slept in last night with Fluttershy.

Fluttershy cuts in front of you and turns to the right. “you were going the wrong way,” she says with a smile.

She turns right again and leads the way down a long hallway. It feels like a mile before she turns left again and you see the door with the words FIRE EXIT, DO NOT BLOCK written in white a hundred feet away from you.

“Wait! Where’s Scootaloo?”

She turns around and looks at you, “you mean Absentia, right? She went to the bathroom down below us.” She has a serious look on her face as she comes in close, “remember, go with it.”

“when can I meet her? She seems like a nice pony, but I haven’t actually gotten to talk to her yet.” You catch on to what was happening and go along with her plan like you had promised you would.

“Oh, you’ll meet her soon enough, after all, you will be working next to her, what with her being your supervisor and all. Within an hour, you’ll be able to meet her, and I’ll tell her today is the adjustment day for you. If you’d like I can extend your adjustment period, meaning you would have more time to get used to the Factory and how it runs.”

“Um, no thank you, I think three days would be fine, but if I need longer,. I’ll tell you. Thank you though My Lord” you look away from her, avoiding her gaze as she looks at you in astonishment for calling her Lord.

“all right, nosy prick is gone. He always does that crap. On three, we quietly fly over there, act like I’m showing you how to oil the door,” she pulls a can of hinge oil from under her mane and uncorks it. “One,” you look at her and nod, “two,” you spread your wings quietly, and she does the same, “three, let’s go.” You both take off silently and fly over to the door, you open the door while she bends down to oil the hinges. She drops the can onto the floor with a quiet clink. Fluttershy then turns to you, looks you in the eyes, and tackles you out the door, straight off of the cloud, and as you both plunge to the ground below, she hugs you tightly with tears in her eyes. She looks up, and then turns back to you.

“We aren’t even being followed, now fly with me, we can get to Ponyville soon after we find somewhere to stay the night tonight.”

She lets go of you and you spread your wings, seconds before hitting the ground. You land and take her into a bear hug when she lands as well. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, cutting tracks through the grime and dust of the Rainbow Factory.

Fluttershy starts to sing a song that you had only heard in bedtime stories. “Deep in the pages of history lies a shadow hiding in a mystery. A late night story buried far away until it once again sees the light of day. When the little colts and fillies turn out all the lights and tell the story of a factory as black as night, the luxury of rainbows comes at a price so just ignore the screams and don’t think twice.”

You start to sing it with her, wondering if she had created the song, “you’ve proven to yourself and to all of us that you’re not fit to fly like a Pegasus. You don’t even deserve those wings you bear, when you stand beside a legend you don’t even compare. All of the failures help to fuel success in the bloody and visceral weather game of chess, and just because you’ve disappointed you’ll pay the price, now accept your fate and die in the Pegasus device…………”

You finish the song with her and ask if she made that song, and she admitted that she had indeed created several songs for the Rainbow Factory and the Pegasus Device, “but the credit for that amazing song goes to SlyphStorm, the most amazing artist I’ve ever heard.”

After a much-needed night of peaceful sleep, you wake up next to your beautiful Marefriend and kiss her, pushing your tongue past her lips and tasting lemon and strawberries, as if the inside of her mouth were made of candy.

“”good morning sweetie, your mouth tastes like candy for some reason. Did you know that?”

“To be honest, I forgot that it did that, it’s been so long since I was able to do it. But for some reason, when I’m not stressed, I can make my yellow flesh taste like lemon candy and my pink flesh will taste like strawberries.” She looks at you and opens her mouth. You see yellow and pink stripes going throughout the inside of her cheeks.

“Your mouth is a zebra?!? Hahahah!!” you laugh until Fluttershy presses her lips to yours to silence you. Her technique works and you begin to taste strawberry in your own mouth as you feel her tongue sliding over yours. You let her tongue play in your mouth for a while until you get used to the taste of berries. You roll over on top of her and tickle her neck, making her laugh like you were a minute ago. When you tire her out, you roll off of the motel bed and help her up.

You begin to lay out a plan for the next few days, “First things first, we need to get away from the town that’s directly under the Factory, then we can go to the castle in Canterlot, plead with the Princesses to shelter us. Then we need money. When we get there, I’ll look for a job, get some cash to get us on our feet. If there’s anything getting in our way, we’ll be disguised, nopony will recognize us, and we can just slip right past anypony trying to look for us. We then need to meet Scootaloo and the rest of the CMC in Manehattan. Applebloom is living with her Aunt and Uncle, Babs is with her family, Scootaloo said she’ll meet us at the train station, and Sweetie Belle is with Applebloom, keeping her sane in the bustling city. It shouldn’t be hard to find them, they gave me the addresses of the houses, so if we do have a hard time finding them, we could just ask somepony in town if they know where it is.”

“You ready to go?” Fluttershy holds up two outfits that include shirt, pants, large glasses and even a wig and hat to completely cover any distinguishing characteristics.

“yeah, let’s go.” You grab your clothes, “thanks” and go into the bathroom to change, making sure you can’t tell anything about yourself. When you are completely done, you walk into the room and take Fluttershy’s hoof and walking out of the door, handing the room key to the bellhop and asking him to take care of the key return process.

You fly away towards Manehattan with Fluttershy and look upward to the Rainbow Factory.

You had been through so much there, and you had accomplished the impossible.

You had escaped the Rainbow Factory…………………………………….....

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, where failures pay their toll…

Now I’ve Awoken, and I’m taking back control…………………………………………………………………

Happy Nightmare Night everypony!

There will be a sequel of the aftermath, how they meet everypony else and destroy the Factory, hopefully.

Yes, i know that Fluttershy could have ordered the guards to let them leave, but NO!!! the guards had authority over her on that single thing, whether or not she could leave. their primary job, apart from cutting and grinding ponies into rainbows was to keep her in the Factory at all costs. but as you can see, they did a pretty crappy job of it.

credit for the lyrics i used in this fanfic got to SlyphStorm and his song, Pegasus Device:

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