The Facility

by Nightprincessluna

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Fetish, Non-consensual, Violence, Death, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 4229

The story of several slaves trying to survive in a vast underground facility.

A story about a huge and very evil company that owns an underground facility, and all the slaves that live there.
Contains:
Sex, Gay sex, rapey sex, weird kinks, hypnosis, death and much much more.

Published 2018-10-28 16:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-28 16:00:01 UTC

chapter 1, The Mad Hatter

Hatter’s eyes slowly opened, staring up at a cold gray concrete ceiling as he rolled out of his dog bed and back onto his hooves, slowly shaking the sleep from his body and the tension from his muscles. He looked to the tiny clock on his wall and discovered that he had once again woken up just on time.

He moved over to the chute placed against one side of the wall, waiting patiently for his morning food ration. The chute opened a moment later, and a healthy slop of oats and ground up minerals poured into his dog bowl. It tasted terrible, but he only had a few minutes at most to wolf it down, so he did so as quickly as he was able to.

After this was done, he moved over to the final feature of his cell, little more then a tattered poster of a very pretty blue griffon. He had slaved for weeks and done some very nasty things to get the three hundred credits needed to buy it, and it had been worth every single one. Every morning upon waking up he loved to stare at the poster, dream of seeing that blue griffon again, settling down and having an egg with her.

These hopes were dashed in the same way every morning, when he remembered that he was a class delta, and that this griffon was a class omega, a full four classes above him.

He sighed, glaring down at his black collar with a soft grumble. If he really wanted, he could have climbed up to gamma class in the next two years quite easily, but the cost would be far to much for him to even consider it viable.

His cell door slid open, showing that it was time to start work, and he gave a sigh and strolled out of his room along with dozens of other stallions and mares all wearing the same collars as him, some of them had smaller bands of yellow, blue or red running through them, showing their slightly higher status.

All the cells were identical in the way they were built along one massive stone corridor, but those with higher ranks had nicer things in them. Hatter did not have nice things, he was the lowest of the low and anyone could do anything they wanted to him at any time, and there was nothing he could do to stop them.

Spaced evenly along the walls were a dozen guards, bright red collars the only splashes of colour on their uniforms. Their faces were hidden behind black visored helmets, but Hatter could tell that behind them was a look of disgust. They did not want to be here in this level, they wanted to be up above where there were carpeted floors and sunlight.

Down here they just had flickering office lights that often broke and never seemed to get replaced. Hatter did not care about any of this however, he just tried to keep his head down and his hooves moving. The sliding metal doors opened automatically as they passed, chips in their collars being read by some magic Hatter did not care about.

The guards were only here to stop them killing each other and to make sure they got to their stations, beyond that, non of them could escape. Hatter trotted his way through the winding corridors on autopilot, soon finding his station.

Huge copper tanks were evenly spaced throughout the massive room, kicking out massive heat as dials and gauges gave reports on how they were functioning, and how much hot water was being sent to the massive mansion above. These tanks were never allowed to go out, and it was Hatter’s job to put logs inside them, along with the other stallion’s at his station.

There were four of them in total, and Hatter knew that there were many rooms like this on this level, pumping massive amounts of hot water and heat to all the levels above.
The stallions he worked with were called Leafy Gale, Candy Stripes and Lemon Grass. They did not talk much while on the job because if their supervisor saw them, they might get in trouble.

Today however, Lemon Grass had failed to turn up, so he slowly shuffled his way towards the zebra known as Candy straps, trying to make it look like he was working hard piling logs into the massive boilers.

“Oi. Candy. Psst.” He whispered, tossing another log into one of the huge boilers
Candy turned to him, raising an eyebrow. The zebra was not another simple log thrower like him, had a yellow stripe running through his collar, meaning that he was one whole sub rank higher, and instead of getting paid three credits a day, he made a whopping ten, because he had the super important job of making sure the boilers did not explode and make Hatter die in a horrible fiery inferno.

“What is it Hatter?” He asked, pretending to adjust a valve with a rusty spanner from a very battered tool kit.
“Where’s Lemon got off to?”
“He went off for hypnotherapy.”

Hatter felt his heart sink in his chest. There were many ways to earn extra credits to get nice things, but they mostly involved attending training programs or doing really inhumane things. Attending hypnotherapy got you a whole day off work and a whopping two thousand credits, a whole days pay for an alpha class!

But ponies never came back the same after attending.
“What did he do that for?” He hissed.
“I’ll show you after work! Get back to your station before you get us in trouble.”

Hatter was not happy, but returned to placing logs in the boilers. It was a horrible and boring task, but after doing it so long, the days passed in a blur for Hatter and he barely even noticed the boredom any more.

After he was done with the hard work, a mare in guard uniform and took them out for their daily dose of exercise. All the black collared delta class were marched through the twisting hallways and cold stone stairs of their barracks.

They were lead up to the Gamma class floor after climbing up a few dozen staircases. The Gamma class floor was nowhere near as nice as the alpha and beta floor above, but compared to the state the delta class lived in, it was heaven.

They did the more skilled labour tasks that were still too boring for the alpha and betas to do, such as providing power to the floors above from inside massive concrete power plants, and building the collars that all the slaves wore. Unlike the black collars, their world was not all twisting corridors, confined spaces and small rooms.

They had a huge stone ceiling that seemed to span for miles in each direction, covered in strip lights that tried their best to replicate sunlight. Oh, and they had houses. Not proper, full on houses, more like concrete huts that were quite small. But they had kitchens! And bathrooms that they could use whenever they wanted, instead of at pre determined times.

Hatter was almost squeaking with excitement as he thought about the little shop that this place had. It must have had so many things that their tiny little store did not.

And then he remembered that he was three full sub ranks away from being able to stay in this place. And that made him sad. They were marched out into the middle of a large field, one of many that the Gamma class got to stroll around in whenever they were off work, without guards watching over them. It sounded heavenly.

Hatter would never submit to their system however. He was strong of will, and eventually they would have to see that it was impossible to tame him, at which point he would be let go. He raised his head high and tried to keep that in mind.

Even as they walked around the field, the yellow collars tossed them shifty looks as they milled around the small underground city. Non of them made any cruel comments or remarks however, they had far too much respect towards the guards.

After their walk was over, they were taken back to their cells. They now had two hours to do whatever they wanted, under the watchful eyes of the guards of course.

Candy stripes strolled into his cell and sat down on his bed. Hatter turned to the striped stallion and gave a slight smile.
“So what happened to Leafy Gale?” He instantly asked, having been dying to find out all the time he had been shoving logs into the furnace.

The zebra let a smile spread across his face, then passed Hatter a small card he had brought from his cell. It had 1000 written across it in bold letters along with a barcode.

1000 credits was huge! Five hundred days worth of work for him, not counting bonus credits he got at Christmas and his birthday. He stared at the zebra in shock, his mouth almost falling open.

Candy let a smile spread across his face as he stared at him calmly “Go ahead buddy, put it on your collar. I want to have some fun with you.”

Hatter pressed a button on his collar, then held up the card to it. It beeped softly, and then a dull robotic voice hummed “Balance, 1250 credits.”

He had enough to have his chastity cage removed for one day now. He looked up to Candy with a dark blush, and the strong zebra gave a slow nod that made him blush darkly, before the zebra reached up and pressed a button on the side of his collar several times, skipping past confirmation notifications like he was reading through a terms of service agreement

After several moments of this, his chastity cage, a cage that all slaves up to the beta rank had to wear, gave a beep and fell away from his body. They were normally only allowed one orgasm a year, and were only allowed it off besides this for cleaning… Unless they wanted to pay a fee to have it removed for two hours of sweet release at the cost of blowing a huge hole in their bank.

Hatter shuddered, quickly removing his own cage before giving the zebra a soft smile, looking down to his rapidly stiffening member. Candy was not messing around however, and the zebra dived on him, using his much more powerful body to easily pin down the weaker stallion before he was given chance to utter any complaints beyond a pathetic squeak.

“C-Candy! Slow down!” He cried, but of course the zebra was not listening to him, and silenced his pleas for help with a rough kiss, his tongue darting into Hatter’s mouth and pinning his tongue down with the same amount of ease he had pinned his body down with.

The zebras hooves reached down, swiping Hatter’s cage out the way and placing both the small metal cages on the end of the bed. Hatter did not see any of this happen, because he was too busy being brutally dominated by the strong zebra. One of his hooves wrapped firmly around Hatter’s body to hold him still as the other hoof reached down and begin to rapidly rub at his cock. It rapidly jumped to hardness and throbbed against the powerful hoof that was rubbing against it, forcing Hatter to moan in a very slutty fashion against the tongue that was still running riot inside his mouth.

It was at this point the zebra pressed the head of his huge member against Hatter’s rear. Forcing a confused mewl from the suddenly surprised stallion, who had just realized that he was not using lube of any kind, and that this was going to hurt and stretch him quite a bit going in.

Candy gave a soft chuckle at his sudden struggles, apparently finding this amusing. “Leafy Gale gave me the credits, Hatter. I know it is your birthday, but I brought the gift, and that means I get to decide what happens with it!”

Hatter did not like the sound of that, but whether he liked the sound of it or not, the zebra was not giving him much choice. He spanked the smaller and more feminine stallion roughly with his hoof, forcing a sudden shocked noise from him.

“Mmm, you make the most pathetic noises, Hatter. They turn me on so much, and I have been dreaming about pounding your slutty ass full of my seed for months now. I just did not have the funds to do so…. But now Leafy gale attended that hypnosis session to earn credits for your birthday, it is a dream come true.”

Of course, Hatter would have had a lot to say about this, but he was currently unable to speak because the stallion had flipped him over and was pressing his head roughly into his pillow, as if attempting to smother him. He was only allowed to breathe for a few seconds, and the moment he tried to speak or complain, his head was forced down again.

The cruel zebra pressed his cock even harder against Hatter’s rear, softly nipping at his ears as he gave a cold, uncomfortable laugh. “I don't care if you want it or not Hatter, I only have two hours, and I don’t want it spoiled by your pathetic attempts at sex. Just let me take charge and it will be plenty of fun for the both of us… I… Promise!”

With those last two words, he forced his cock forward hard. Hatter’s ass spread wide and he screamed loudly into the pillow as inch after inch of thick zebra cock was rapidly forced into his ass, spreading it wide and sending a mixture of searing pain and mind blowing pleasure tearing through him.

Shameful as it was, this was still the first time he had been allowed sex in several months, and despite his mare like squeals of pain,. It did turn him on more then hurt him. His length slowly twitched to life between his legs, soon discovering that it was no longer locked in a tight, constricting cage.

It rapidly bloomed outwards, like some weird kind of penis shaped flower searching for sunlight;. The zebra noticed it hardening and he let out a smirk, biting into the scruff of Hatter’s neck and pulling his head back. His cheeks were currently a bright red from all the blood that was rushing through them, and with the pillow no longer there to silence his cries, they came out in droves as the zebra finally hilted himself in his sex toy for the next two hours.

He spat out the stallion’s scruff like it was poison, then brought back his hoof with a chuckle, before swinging it forward roughly, connecting straight with his balls with a soft smack.

Hatter let out a squeal, the zebras soft smack being made so much worse by the fact the zebra was surprisingly strong, and it hurt like hell, making him scream out like a bitch, squirming and writhing in pain beneath the zebra.

Candy only felt one part of this however, and that was the fact that his ass begin to convulse and milk madly at the length, trying to force the object from his body and only managing to please the owner of said object.

The zebra let out a soft groan, then reached his hoof around to pull Hatter back by his ears. For most ponies, this would be nothing more then a minor inconvenience, but for Hatter, his ears were the most sensitive part of his body, and they forced a loud whimper from him as Candy stared him dead in the eyes. His friend’s eyes held no mercy of any kind, and Hatter could tell that over the next two hours, the zebra was going to break him.

His friend must have seen the fear in his eyes, because he let out a cold smirk, his cock twitching softly with arousal inside his rear.
“I see how scared you are Hatter. I see you know what is going to happen, and I know that you are aware of who’s in charge… And I only have one question for you… Who owns your body?”

Hatter was confused by the question, a frown appearing on his face as he attempted to mull it over. He soon realized that he had no idea what the zebra was on about.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

The zebra’s hoof smacked into his balls, causing white hot agony to tear through his body as the zebra asked again, much louder this time, “I said. Who. Owns. Your. Body.”

Each of the four words was followed by the swing of a hoof that sent another loud scream tearing from his lips. He got the picture of what he was meant to do on the first smack, and by the time the last smack had connected with his body, his balls were aching like crazy and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“C-Candy stripes owns my body!” He stuttered, earning another smack from the zebra, who seemed more then pleased with each pained convulsion the smacks sent tearing over hid length.

“Louder bitch! Beg me to fuck you! Beg me to hurt you!” Candy yelled, once again affirming who was in charge.

Hatter almost broke down into tears as he sobbed softly “Candy owns my body! Candy can do whatever he wants with me because he owns my pathetic excuse for a male body! I’m nothing compared to him! Nothing but a si-”

Candy cut him off with a frown, “Hatter, we went over this last year. Stop making it sound like a porn script, it really kills my boner.”

The stallion fell silent, saying nothing as he clenched his ass tightly, forcing a groan from the zebra. “Oh you cheeky whore. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand!” Candy promised, simply making Hatter smirk.

“Prove it, you good for nothing zebra faggot.” He teased, waggling his eyebrows in a teasing fashion to annoy the zebra atop him. The smack that landed square in his balls forced another loud squeal from him, but this one was likely earned with all the teasing he had been doing.

He knew that he had pissed the zebra off when his head was suddenly slammed forward into the pillow, making the bed squeak loudly. He also knew that the zebra was going to be extra brutal with him this time, and would likely not stop fucking him until he was a drooling wreck dribbling cum from his rear sprawled out on the bed.

And that was just how he wanted it. Candy pulled out of him, flipping him over so that he was forced to stare straight into the striped stallion’s eyes as he brutally fucked him.
Then Candy slammed his hips forward, the whole of that huge, dry length blurring passed his entrance and straight into his ass. Hatter squealed like a mare as the zebra’s powerful hips pounded against Hatter’s pelvis hard enough to make his dick wave around like some kind of crazed snake.

The zebra watched his face screw up, watched him scream like a mare as he was brutally taken and used as nothing more then a toy designed to bring pleasure. Hatter could see just how annoyed Candy was with his cutting remarks, and just how hard he was trying to force those feminine squeals from him.

What he had not seen coming with the zebra’s hooves, which pressed gently into the flesh of his throat, as if they were preparing to choke him. Candy slowed down just enough to ask permission, and Hatter happily gave it.

And then the zebra pushed down, and his own heart beat was suddenly throbbing in his head. He could still feel the signals of pleasure coming from his body, but they felt somehow detached from him, and yet somehow they were stronger then ever.

He could feel his mouth working to try and draw air, and he let his survival instincts kick in. He let himself think for just a moment that he was going to be choked out on this bed, for no reason other then to bring the stallion that was pounding in and out of him pleasure.

Panic tore through his body. His hooves wildly flailed and his cock begin to twitch as pleasure and panic tore through him, mixing together into a mixture that was simply beyond words.

After a few seconds of choking, Candy moved his hooves away, and suddenly he was back in his body again, his heart thudding frantically in his chest instead of in his temple, and his lungs working frantically to suck in deep gulps of air before it was taken away from him again.

Candy only gave him a few moments to recover before he reapplied the choke, Hatter struggling wildly once again as panic tore through him. Pre was now drizzling from his cock as the zebra brutally pounded against his prostate and used him as harshly as he could.

The zebra was his best friend, and it had taken some serious coaxing to convince him that being this rough was fine, and just how Hatter liked it. Even now, Hatter had to give him a good prodding to get him to really go all out. But when he did finally convince him to go all out, boy was it worth it.

His cock throbbed frantically, his back arching as sudden static filled his head. He tried to call out, to warn the zebra that he was close. But Candy simply seemed down at him like the cock-eyed bastard in the whole wide world, before roughly slamming his hips forward once again.

Hatter squealed like a mare in heat, or at least he assumed he did. He heard someone screaming in the background, but that might have been Candy or anyone else. He was not able to see because his whole vision turned white as the most intense orgasm of the year tore through him.

He felt his cock twitch rapidly before it sprayed thick ropes of cum all over his belly and chest, coating him in a layer of thick, sticky ropes of hot seed. By the time his orgasm was over, he was a wreck. Every muscle in his body hurt, and every inch of his belly was coated in the thick ropes of cum.

His eyes slowly opened, staring up at the stallion above him as a feeling like that of melted butter rocked its way through his body. He felt… Good. Amazing. Beyond words.

Candy had a huge grin on his face, like a dog that had just found a half full pie tin in a bush, or… A wolf staring down a mouse. His body was still recovering, and he could still feel the soft throb of his own heartbeat in his head, but as Candy leaned down and whispered in his ear, he heard those words as clear as day.

“I’m still not finished, Hatter.”

His face paled, his heart fluttered and his rear clenched around the still hard length buried in his rear. He had no idea how he did it. He had no idea how the stallion was still hard after Hatter had pretty much orgasmed his brains out… And Candy did not even seem phased.

As a bottom, it was normally harder to get off then the stallion on top, but Candy was no-

He was cut off from his train of rather annoyed thoughts when Candy once again forced his length into him, making the buttery feeling spread to every inch of his body as his limbs twitched, his heart once again racing to life as they begin round two.

The stallion’s hooves once again dug into his throat as the stallion roughly cut off his air, making his head swarm and his ass convulse madly. The stallion showed no mercy, and showed no hint that he had begin to tire from the brutal sex he was dishing out.

By the time he was finished ramming his load into Hatter, the stallion was a total wreck, drooling softly as he lay on the bed, cum dripping out of his ass and more ropes of cum splattered onto his face and over his body.

His striped companion cuddled tight into his back, the pair of them had managed to put their cages back on before their collars summoned all the guards to them. Candy had not bothered going back to his room, and was snuggled warmly into his back as they snored soundly.

One of the facility guards noticed them on there way passed, and was about to break them up, but his female companion reached out a hoof, stopping him.
“Let them sleep. They are not hurting anyone.”

The two guards moved on their way, leaving the two stallions to sleep soundly.

Author's Note

Next Time: Chapter 2, The Mining Crew
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