Interdimensional Factory: How Anon met Psychoshy


                                            Got inspired by an image anon posted that set this off, and ended up being a prequel to Interdimensional Diner

                                            The link to the sequel can be found here: https://beta.ponepaste.org/5844


                                            Anonymous 05/21/23(Sun)09:58:23 No.39947373▶

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                                            I didn't expect to have this much fun writing this.

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                                            >>39947373


                                            >Clock in for the worst part of the work week here at the Rape Factory.

                                            >The other Anon in the locker room is already sighing, downing whiskey in his flask.

                                            >"Of all days, why a fucking Friday," an Anon says behind you as he slams his locker.

                                            "Where is everyone else?"

                                            >"Called out, what did you expect?"

                                            "So it's just us two today?"

                                            >"'Fraid so, at least we're hazard pay today."

                                            >Don't even bother to look over at him, just wanna get the day over with.

                                            >It's Friday, and you've got a couple of extra days off for next week, so the mini vacation after getting paid a fat ass paycheck is gonna be nice.

                                            >Sadly, your shift landed on the day you dreaded the most.

                                            >Returns Day.

                                            >The day when you'll have to thoroughly inspect the Fluttershys that have been returned and to be reassigned.

                                            >This doesn't happen often but last quarter there were a few defected Fluttershys that were abnormally psychopathic.

                                            >The PR team did a brilliant job turning that around by announcing they were part of the new Yandere Line that's in the works and then paid off any of the recipients that were complaining.

                                            >You close your locker door and get ready to step onto the production floor, mentally reminding yourself the money is too good to pass up.

                                            >You forgot to fill up your flask today, this is gonna suck.

                                            ---


                                            >You still have to get used to seeing Fluttershys just standing on the conveyor belt.

                                            >A quick glance at the information on your clipboard brought a little relief, there are only five that you have to inspect and repurpose today.

                                            >You can sense their eyes tracking you as you walk back in forth.

                                            >"Good morning Anon~" They sang in unison.

                                            "Listen, for whatever reason, you five have been returned, I'm just here to inspect and repurpose."

                                            >They all nod.

                                            "Now, let's make today an easy day. Okay? Now lemme see who's first."

                                            >"Ooh, inspect me first!" The one in front shouted.

                                            >You flip over your sheet to see which one you'll be inspecting.

                                            "Number 7373?"

                                            >"That's me," the one in the far back says, leaning over to be seen.

                                            >You walk over to her.

                                            "Lift your right wing."

                                            >She complies, and you go to check the wing pit for her ID number to verify.

                                            >You check the notes on her sheet to see if there's anything specific that needs checking.

                                            >The stats on her personality are in line, more shy than usual, and not nearly as rapey.

                                            >Light on flirting and more about action apparently.

                                            >Compliance is through the roof, which explains the fetish note.

                                            >'Ideal for Free Use and Pet Play'.

                                            >Which fucker made this one?

                                            "I'm not seeing anything specific about defects, why were you sent back?"

                                            >"Oh they didn't write anything the return slip?"

                                            "No. It's why I'm asking you."

                                            >"Well umm..."

                                            >Her cheeks were turning a deep red, while she averted eye contact, "My um... cum?"

                                            "What about it?"

                                            >"It's pink."

                                            "What"

                                            >"S-sometimes..."

                                            "That's it?"

                                            >You groan and walk over to an empty office, close the door behind you, and pick up the phone to start dialing.

                                            "Unfucking believable."

                                            >Through the glass you see the defective five stepping off the conveyor belt stand outside the office.

                                            >The line picks up and you can already hear the sultry breathing of your boss.

                                            >"What can I do for you, sweetie?"

                                            "Flutterrape got a new one for ya."

                                            ---


                                            >"What do you mean her cum is pink sometimes? Have you seen her cum pink before? I thought we had custom options for cum color, no?"

                                            >One of the Fluttershys plants her ponut on the glass with a meaty thud, looking back at you as she blows kisses.

                                            >The others giggle behind their hooves.

                                            >Fucking hell you just got here, it hasn't even been 30 minutes yet.

                                            "What is the course of action? We have nothing here that can fix that."

                                            >A beat of silence.

                                            >"Send her to the diner, there might be an Anon there that can better suit her, email me her file too, it'll make things smoother."

                                            "Will do, thanks."

                                            >"By the way, I noticed you haven't been coming to the Diner as often."

                                            "Well yeah, been busy with this job."

                                            >A playful giggle, "Tell you what, you're a good Anon that bumps the thread."

                                            "Thanks?"

                                            >"I'll shift your schedule around a bit, make some work days here at the Diner. Just hanging out."

                                            "Might take you up on that, is whiskey still banned?"

                                            >"Convince me otherwise, and we'll see. Enjoy the rest of your shift, sweetie."

                                            >The line goes dead.

                                            >You rush to the door.

                                            "Get your fucking ponut off the glass, the hell is wrong with you?"

                                            >She gets off the glass, making an audible plop sound.

                                            >"Just having a little fun, babe."

                                            "Whatever. 7373, you're off to the diner."

                                            >"Ooh yay, that'll be fun."

                                            >You flip to the next sheet and nearly had a chill get sent down your spine.

                                            "7500, step into my office."

                                            >"Oh? That's your office now?"

                                            "Today it is, now get in here."

                                            >"Don't you need to verify my ID?"

                                            >She lifts her right ring, a troublemaking grin on her face.

                                            >You give a deadpan stare at her, not up for any of her shenanigans.

                                            "I already know it's you, you're the only one that uses her wings tips like fingers the most out of anyone else."

                                            >She makes a trademark pout, "please?"

                                            "No. Now c'mon. Oh and 7373?"

                                            >"Yes?"

                                            "I'll escort you to transit after all this alright?"

                                            >She nods, "Yes sir."

                                            ---


                                            >Battery

                                            >Assault with a deadly weapon

                                            >3 counts of Ponut Pucker Sucker Punching (trust me you don't wanna know that that is)

                                            >100% Wingjob Efficiency

                                            >Blood Infused with Erisian Chaos Magic

                                            >83% Mischievous

                                            >58% Psychopathic

                                            >You throw 7500's file out of your face, having read the highlights.

                                            "So glad they fired the fucker that made you. 58% psychopathy is insanely high, we're not supposed to go higher than 30 according to regulation. But here you are."

                                            >"Mhm, glad you're still here though, you're my favorite victim~"

                                            "What happened this time? Did you kill the Anon?"

                                            >She sighs, feigning regret. "He died accidentally."

                                            "How?"

                                            >"The poor thing didn't mean to look at Spitfire's ass, but I had to kill him."

                                            "..."

                                            >You pinch the bridge of your nose, wondering why Flutterrape hasn't put this one out of commission yet.

                                            "Look, you can't keep 'accidentally' killing Anons. Even prototype Yandere Fluttershys aren't as fucked in the head as you."

                                            >"Oh pff, it's not that bad, Flutterrape will just revive them and assign another Fluttershy."

                                            >She gasps, excitement in her eyes like a devious idea just impacted her head.

                                            >"Oh I know, why don't you take me?"

                                            "I value my life, thank you."

                                            >"Oh c'mon, don't you want a Fluttershy to threaten you a little bit? Give you a bit of a thrill?"

                                            "No. Now I gotta get to the other three. For you, I should just send you to the decommission department. There's no repurposing for you."

                                            >"But you won't because I'm your favorite right?"

                                            "The paperwork is atrocious trying to get that in motion, I still have three others I need to process."

                                            >"I didn't hear a no~"

                                            "It is a no, but I still have work to do."

                                            >"I'll be your assistant today." More of a statement than a request. "You've been here, what? Thirty minutes? Have you had your coffee? Donuts?"

                                            >With a defeated sigh, you know you could use a donut and coffee.

                                            >But you have to be careful, she likes to cater and nurture to throw you off.

                                            >At the same time, you're really just trying to get through this shift.

                                            "Yeah, that'd be great."

                                            >"Cream and sugar for the coffee? Who am I kidding of course you like it that way."

                                            >You slide open one of the drawers on the desk, looking for a lanyard.

                                            >Heaps of them, so you grab one and then toss it to her.

                                            "You're not faculty but this should keep you out of trouble."

                                            >"Thank you, sweetie~"

                                            >You flip the sheet to see the next one.

                                            "Can you send in 7940?"

                                            >"You got it."

                                            ---


                                            "Okay, hold on what? I don't get it."

                                            >7940 had her forelegs crossed as she sat in the chair across from you.

                                            >See, after having read 7940's file, you've come to appreciate her.

                                            >Good ol' fashioned potty mouth borderline discorded Bullyshy.

                                            >She doesn't want to be here as much as you do.

                                            >Hell, you'd have a beer with her, she seems chill.

                                            >"Yeah, fucking pathetic if you ask me, I shouldn't even be here."

                                            "The Anon sent you back... because your pussy was too big to fit?"

                                            >"He was a needle dick fuck and I'm not doing an adjustment."

                                            "Too small even for your gripping muscles?"

                                            >"Yah."

                                            "Did you measure him?"

                                            >"Literally two inches at his hardest, even with pills and magic."

                                            "Alright, now I have to ask this question don't come at throat for asking it, okay, it's required--"

                                            >"Stop prefacing your red tape bullshit and out with it."

                                            "Was he into pegging?"

                                            >"I'm not doing that faggot shit. Bullying him when he prejacked was funny though."

                                            "It says here you even put him into dick exercising program?"

                                            >"Mhmm, made him do dick ups and kegals every day. Made him eat foods that would help oxidize his blood for better blood flow."

                                            >You raise an eyebrow, intrigued.

                                            "What were the results?"

                                            >"He grew an inch but also has been healthier than ever, but he gave up."

                                            >You smile, noting a couple of ideal places for her.

                                            "How do you feel about being a fitness trainer for other Fluttershys and Anons at the Diner?"

                                            >"What's in it for me?"

                                            >7500 steps in with your coffee and box of donuts.

                                            "Thanks, anyone give you any trouble?"

                                            >"Nope."

                                            >"Since when did -you- start using Fluttershys as an assistant?"

                                            "It's just for today. But you were asking what's in it for you?"

                                            >"Mhmm."

                                            "Flutterrape has been too busy with necromancy classes, and the most common complaint we have is stamina for baseline Fluttershys."

                                            >You take a sip of your coffee and give 7500 a quick glance.

                                            >A brief nod of appreciation.

                                            "Say we can get you transferred over to that until you find the right Anon, would you be open to it?"

                                            >"Sure."

                                            "It's settled then. You'll be in transit with 7373 alright?"

                                            >She nods, "Thanks for making this painless."

                                            "Great, and can you send in 4645?"

                                            ---


                                            >You swear each case gets weirder.

                                            >Two Fluttershys sit across from you, both having the same file.

                                            >The good news is they're from the basic line.

                                            >Just one problem.

                                            "Neither of you are the original 4645?"

                                            >"Oh no no, we're just copies from the mirror pool."

                                            "So, why did your Anon return you?"

                                            >"We're donations for the Diner, but they won't let us go straight there."

                                            >You cut your eyes away, astounded by how much red tape makes things inefficient.

                                            "So there's nothing wrong with either of you? No weird behavior? Personality defects?"

                                            >They look at each other, then at you.

                                            >"No? We don't think so. Our Anon just had too many on his hands so he wanted to donate a few of them."

                                            >You do a double take of 4645's file. Everything is in line.

                                            >You show the file to 7500.

                                            "See anything weird, Psycho?"

                                            >She flutters over you as she scans the document.

                                            >Then she shakes her head.

                                            "Alright, well, I guess you're in transit also."

                                            >You lean back and finally bite into your donut, realizing your work day is done.

                                            >You check your watch, "well, the next shuttle doesn't get here for a couple of hours."

                                            >"What we can do?"

                                            "There's a tea room, on the east side of the building, just enjoy yourselves there until the shuttle gets here."

                                            >They nod and head out, you flip the sheets back in place, sighing happily.

                                            >7500 has a seat, on edge for some reason.

                                            >"Easy day huh?"

                                            "Yeah, almost too easy."

                                            >You lean back and stretch your legs over the desk.

                                            "But I'm not complaining. Thanks for the coffee by the way."

                                            >"I didn't put too much sugar did I?"

                                            "Nope, it's perfect. Appreciate that."

                                            >"Any time at all sweetie."

                                            "You know what? I think I'll check up on the other Anon working returns."

                                            >You swing your feet off the desk, feeling the caffeine starting to fuel you.

                                            >"Wonder what kind of batch he has."

                                            ---


                                            >"Oh c'mooon Anon don't be so shy~"

                                            >This poor man.

                                            >"Let it all out~"

                                            >Didn't stand a chance.

                                            >Two Fluttershys holding him down while three of them take turns riding his dick.

                                            >One of Fluttershys helping pin him down keeps biting him.

                                            >Tough luck he got a biter Fluttershy in his batch, they don't let up until they draw blood.

                                            >"Good idea on spiking his coffee, I can't believe Anons still fall for that."

                                            >You nervously turn to your psycho assistant.

                                            "You didn't-"

                                            >"Even if I did I wouldn't tell you."

                                            "Is that a yes or a no?"

                                            >"That's my little secret. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I just wanna keep you on your toes."

                                            >You take a sip of your coffee out of a nervous reflex.

                                            "Fuck."

                                            >"At least you don't have it like him."

                                            >Before the Anon could even shout, a Fluttershy muffles him with some rag that was on one of the machines.

                                            >"Shhh, no one's gonna save you, accept your fate, sweetie."

                                            "I think I better check on my batch."

                                            >"You're not gonna help him?"

                                            "No point, he'll get workers comp for this if no one intervenes. Anyway, to the tea room."

                                            ---


                                            >"So you literally never been raped since you worked the job? How?"

                                            >You shrug as you laugh off the question.

                                            "There have been close calls early on, but for the most part, I think Flutterrape has me marked or something. Rape attempts just don't fall out of the sky for me anymore."

                                            >"She does, I can smell her on you."

                                            "Then why are you barking up my tree?"

                                            >She tilts her head, a slight smile. "I can't help what I want."

                                            "That'll be your undoing."

                                            >"Still won't stop me."

                                            "Of all the Fluttershys..."

                                            >You lean against the wall as you look into the tea room, coffee cup in hand.

                                            >It's a pleasant sight seeing them just enjoying tea and chatting with each other.

                                            >"I'm surprised you didn't do any body inspections. I'm a little disappointed."

                                            "You know we only do that when Fluttershys aren't cooperative."

                                            >"So most of the time."

                                            "I'm just counting my blessings that I got a cooperative batch."

                                            >"How do you reward the most cooperative ones?"

                                            >She fluttered to close the distance.

                                            "I still don't know what I'm going to do with you if that's what you're asking."

                                            >"Take me as your own, I know you haven't matched with any Fluttershys."

                                            "Being cordial with me now isn't going make me forget you're the worst of the bunch."

                                            >"So what's your kink? What did you put in your file when you made a match request?"

                                            "I didn't send one out."

                                            >"But don't you get-"

                                            "Lonely? No. Do you know how many times I have this conversation a day with ponies that are different variants of you?"

                                            >"Oh did I strike a nerve?"

                                            "No just being honest. All the flirting and sweet talk becomes white noise after a while."

                                            >"Must get under your skin when you can't tell if what they feel is genuine."

                                            "Hey, you said it, not me."

                                            >"You also pretty much admitted you're a lonely pony fucker."

                                            "Fuck me, I just might fill out that decommission form."

                                            >"I didn't catch that last part."

                                            "Ugh."

                                            >You glance at your clipboard, realizing you need to fill out transit slips.

                                            "Alright back to the office, I've done enough babysitting in the hallway."

                                            ---


                                            >"Clean up in Returns, clean up in Returns. Please bring a hydration kit," the PA system announced as you finished the last transit slip.

                                            "I guess they've had their fun."

                                            >"How big are worker's comp checks nowadays?" 7500 was steadily pacing around the room.

                                            >Not that you can blame her, she's the odd one out. Her fate remains unknown.

                                            >You whistle, recalling an Anon that resigned and is now living comfortably in Canterlot on his timeline.

                                            >Cool fella that Anon. He bought everyone a round at the bar before enjoying his retired lifestyle.

                                            "Fucking fat, I'll tell you that much."

                                            >"Aren't they going to give those next five to you?"

                                            "Nah, they'll just put them in holding over the weekend, and I won't be back at work until Wednesday."

                                            >"So by the time you're back from your mini-vacation, you don't have to worry about returns. Must be nice."

                                            "That's the plan."

                                            >"And what are you doing with all that time off?"

                                            "That's not your business."

                                            >"I was thinking we can hang out at the Diner then we come home for a nice smoothie and a movie, how about it?"

                                            "Who said anything we?"

                                            >She rolls her eyes, "Fine a rape smoothie if it makes you feel any better."

                                            "You don't understand, the moment I leave this building you're not my problem anymore."

                                            >"They soundproof these rooms."

                                            >She stops at the window and closes the blinds, and closed the door.

                                            >"I'm not even your problem right now, but I can be."

                                            "Ah yes, threaten the Anon that has your fate in his hands, that's a brilliant move."

                                            >"That Anon won't have much of a fate if I kill him."

                                            "Okay, then what? You're extra fucked. Bit short-sighted don't you think?"

                                            >She groans.

                                            >"So what do you want?"

                                            "Open the blinds for one, I still need to go over these files."

                                            >"Fine."

                                            >She opens the blinds again. "What else?"

                                            "Peace and quiet, maybe another coffee."

                                            >"There better be a please involved in that." Her eyes were glaring at you.

                                            >You were wondering when that cold demeanor would come forth.

                                            "Will you please get the coffee? I don't have time for your mom games."

                                            >"Sure thing sweetie."

                                            >Once she was out of your site you were able to focus.

                                            >The phone rings and you already know who was on the other end.

                                            >You answer.

                                            "What's up Flutterrape?"

                                            >"What was the ID number on that pink cum Fluttershy?"

                                            "7373, but hey listen I have another that I think would do great for a personal fitness trainer."

                                            >"Oh? ID on that one?"

                                            "7940, I'm filling out their transit slips now, as well as 4645 duplicates that were donated."

                                            >"Oh wonderful, we could use those duplicates for the next location we're working on opening."

                                            "Another diner location?"

                                            >"You got that right, consider yourself invited to the grand opening~"

                                            "Remind me again why you don't accept donated Fluttershys but have to be processed through us?"

                                            >"Matter of just being safe and thorough. Don't take the red tape personally."

                                            "Right."

                                            >"Gotta go, my love. See you soon."


                                            ---


                                            >The shuttle arrived, and you handed each Fluttershy their transit slip.

                                            >"Thank you so much Anon, we'll send you a gift basket~"

                                            >"Will you come to see us at the Diner?"

                                            "All in due time. Be safe."

                                            >The shuttle door closes and starts its slow takeoff.

                                            >You turn around and head back to the factory.

                                            "Why can't it always be this easy?" You ask more to yourself than your demented company.

                                            >You can tell she's frumpy.

                                            "I would have you go into rehabilitation if it didn't have an awful success rate."

                                            >"That's something though, isn't it?"

                                            "It'll buy you some time, a couple of months maybe. But I can't in good conscious let you back into the match-making database."

                                            >"Aww, you want me all to yourself~"

                                            "You fucking wish. You're way too hyperviolent."

                                            >"I think you can handle it."

                                            "You got another thing coming if you think-"

                                            >In an instant, emerald green lightning strikes just in front of you, knocking concrete and rubble in the air.

                                            >Whispers start swelling up in your head.

                                            >A moment ago you were standing up, but now you're trying to sit up to get off the concrete.

                                            >The psycho next to you was coming to as well.

                                            "The hell was that?"

                                            >In your field of vision stood the deity you've been on the phone with all day.

                                            >The lime green writing floating in her aura, and aphrodisiac musk already invading her nostrils.

                                            >You struggle to get on your feet, and the psycho leaned on you for support.

                                            "Oh hey Flutterrape, I would've called you."

                                            >"You two make a nice pair."

                                            >Your eyes go wide, realizing one of the few reasons Flutterrape would teleport to you.

                                            "Nononono I wasn't-"

                                            >"I've been watching you two going back and forth, and I can't believe I didn't make the match sooner."

                                            >Your ring finger started to glow as well as 7500's neck.

                                            >Once the emerald green finished glowing, a tribal tattoo stayed in its place.

                                            >For 7500, a necklace with an emerald gem.

                                            >Psychoshy's wings wrap around your arm as she stands by your side.

                                            "I literally said she's too hyperviolent."

                                            >Flutterrape nods understandingly, "Yes, yet there seems to be a genuine connection that finally blossomed in her."

                                            >She turns her attention to 7500. "If I ever have to revive him because of you, you're done. Do you understand me? He's one of my blessed few."

                                            >Only a timid nod could be made as a response.

                                            >"Good. Enjoy the mini vacation. I'll see about getting you fewer days for a while to adjust to your Fluttershy."

                                            "Thanks?"

                                            >"See you on page 1, my dear."

                                            >She vanishes in a teal flash.

                                            >"Well, you know how these ends don't you?" The psycho asks as you two walk back to the factory.

                                            >Your head hangs.

                                            "Lemme guess, with fucking Fluttershy."

                                            ---