Title:           (Pony Trap Shit) Underground Paradise Trap Story WIP
Author:          Pony_Azathoth
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First Edit:      Sunday 9th of August 2015 05:38:22 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 9th of August 2015 05:38:22 AM CDT

>Deep underground is where you were born.
>You were a man. Though you didn't look much like it.
>That's alright though, that was pretty normal.
>You're a type B.
>Sometimes called a 'Beta', but more often called a 'Fem', you are a male expected to take up a feminine role in society.
>'Expected' was one way to put it. Another was 'bred' be that way.
>The last female pony died out over 65 years ago, and even then this system was well in place.
>The plague that ravaged Equestria above, even for those females resistant to it, still caused mass sterility in female ponies
>The replicating machine and clone vats had a unforseen problem as well; they couldn't *do* to X chromosomes. Something about it just wouldn't work.
>So now all the ponies were male, but not all were as manly as the others
>The machines can be calibrated to accept certain traits and mix out other ones. Besides causing a great decrease in diseases and genetic defects, it also allowed young colts to be designed a certain way
>And so on; 3/5ths of pony kind were like you. Girlish.
>As you slip on your skirt and turn your ass towards the mirror in your room, you couldn't feel more happy about it.
 
>Your 'room' was more like a closet, it was tiny. You set your mirror in one corner and in order to examine yourself you had to walk all the way to the opposite corner and shake your ass back
>Space was very much at a premium down here, for obvious reasons. Only so much they can tunnel out, and only so much power to pump air.
>With that being said, they were still growing all the time; the population rates were steadily climbing, enthused the papers.
>The cloning vatters must have been hard at work mixing sperm samples and screening for defects in developing embryos
>Thankfully you didn't work there, you shuddered. You much preferred your job at the clothing factory.
>You were recently given a promotion; you got to work in the panty room now.
>Every fem pony wanted to work there. Mostly because if you stole a few pairs for yourself nobody would notice or report you.
>After slipping on your panties, and skirt, you notice how cold it is
>It was always cold down in the tunnel districts where you lived. That's what socks were for!
>You slip on a pair of bright yellow socks, matching your yellow skirt. Your panties underneath were a nice bright baby blue color.
>Your coat was a tan brown, with swirling chocolate locks upon your head.
>Your muzzle was pointed and petite, unlike the big square-jawed males you had a far more graceful figure in total.
>Completling your outfit with a brooch made of silk, a rare and valuable accessory given to you for your birthday, you head out of your room.
>The door slide sideways, into the wall, as a way to save space. Just as well, since your room opened directly into a service tunnel.
>Closing the door behind you, you had no need for a lock or guard. Fem males rarely had anything an alpha would want (that wasn't their body, naturally) and Fem males didn't have much need (or the guts) to steal from each other anyway
>The tunnel was cool as you walked through the darkness.
 
>As to not waste power, very little light was spared in tunnel areas, and service tunnels even more so
>All you had to look for was a few red guide-lights along the walls, just light enough to be seen and help you see the curve up ahead so you didn't go face-first into a wall and scuff up your outfit
>Of course brighter lights were placed occasionally through the tunnels, usually illuminating stares, garbage chutes, or important note boards
>This one happened to be a noteboard, your local one
>Nothing new has happened, except the communal showering edict is still fully in place
>You snort, you didn't have a problem with it but they said they would have fixed the water shortage problem over a month and a half ago
>You shake your head and sigh; a filly like you didn't need to worry her head over politics. That was the stallion's to do.
>So approaching the stair case up, you put on a smile and ascend
 
>The new level was much brighter lit, and bustling with activity
>It was a commerce center; where goods were both rationed and given out as well as sold and bartered
>Along the way was several clothing stands, scented perfumes, furniture and bedding (mostly pink), stuffed animals, and even a booth for sex toys
>You blush as you walk past, the sex shop owner being a stallion, the first one you seem today. He growls at you, causing you to blush harder
>Shaking your rump as you walk away, you approach the access lift
>You already see your fellow coworkers there
>You all went up together. To save power.
>About a dozen other girly colts greet you, babbling on about gossip
"The company tea party is in two days, Curly."
>You smile at your friend, you loved how he said 'curly', your name. So cute.
"Thank you for reminding me, I can be forgetful."
>You say, nodding in appreciation.
"Where the heck is dan?"
>You shiver. Dan the MAN.
 
A minute dragged on, the nearby fem ponies talking. One shows off a new pair of earrings and another talks about the new dress she was making
>You were a bit anxious to get to work though, you had a big order of panties due by the end of today that your whole team had been working on for weeks
>You've been dyeing on words like 'Juicy' or 'Property of X' all week for custom orders, you can't fall behind today
>You stamp your dainty hooves against the metal elevator floor angrily, not loud enough to really make noise (even if you tried). You didn't have time to wait.
>But as if on demand; Dan appeared
>Dan, a tall and powerfully built muscular stallion. A real 'stallions stallion'. His gray coat barely seemed to contain the muscles and toned joined underneath. His black hair was short and cut into a flat hawk across his back, looking like a bristle brush
>You shiver, imagining him sniffing your hair...
>But you shake out of it, Dan entered the elevator. The various sissy colts all called out in unison
"Dan the MAN! Dan the MAN!"
>They giggle excitedly, and Dan just smiled
"Ahh, Good Morning ladies. You ready?"
>Dan turned the key and the elevator roared to life, finally taking all of them up stairs.
>Nobody needed a uniform where you worked, the colts just wore whatever girly thing came to mind. Though nudity was a bit of a taboo for girly colts; they were expected to dress up and cover themselves modestly.
>Men went around naked, mostly. Drawing a lot of stares. But they enjoyed the attention. Since there was less of them, and a lot more of you, they could get any sissy to bend over for them if they wanted
>You lick your lips for a second, imagining Dan bending you over...
>But you snap out of it. Again. You shouldn't be thinking about your boss like that!
>The elevator finally stops, and opens to the workshop
 
>You exit the elevator with the others, taking your station
>This room became very brightly lit within just a few seconds of everyone funneling inside; it was a workshop so it needed the light
>However, the areas between the work places were dark as sin to make up for the power cost.
>You navigate to your chair and sit down, a small cushion right under your bum where you left it
>Taking your hooves forward and at attention, you turn to the first pair of panties for today
>A yellow pair with pink polka-dots
>You bit your lip, somewhat tempted to take it...
>But you can't! You've done it already this month, you will never fulfill your order if you fuck around like that even more
>Shaking your head, you just make sure the thing is secure and the stitches are straight.
>You fold the pair of panties and put it into the your completed bin
>The next one is a special order, you see from the paper clip attached
"Fishnet down the center back. Purple bow."
>Oh wow
>You shift your legs a bit, your thighs rubbing together sensually
>You want a pair of see through underwear...
>You stitch the mesh over the back of the pair carefully, and attach the ribbon
>You sigh as you put it in your completed bin
>Well, that will make some little faggot and his big manly boyfriend happy, at least
>Your thoughts are interrupted by Dan
"Girls! Look what just came!"
>A news packet
>Within it was several fully colored pictures showing a beautiful seen on the Atrium level
>And it was from the... royal flower garden?!
>You realize quickly what the pictures are of; you put your hand over your mouth and try to contain your squee.
>It was the royal wedding ceremony. King Broad-Back and his third wife. What a celebratory event!
>You almost burn with jealousy when you see his prize; the girlish colt had a purple-gray coat, hair straightened and pulled into long braids with bows, wearing a traditional white gown
>Must be nice to be married like that...
 
>You are the first to break from the crowd, you're jealous.
>You return to your station, and just get done sowing the second ring on a bullseye symbol on one of these panties before Dan comes over to you
"Hey curly, what's wrong?"
>You shake your head
"Nothing."
>You respond flatly, but politely
>Dan grins
"Ahh, don't lie to me Curly! I know you better then that... You're jealous of the new princess, aren't you?"
>You don't say anything, but your frustration manifests as a bright blush on your face.
>Dan chuckles
>You look up at him and stop sowing, pouting.
>He reaches out his hoof, touching your chin gently
"Ahh, don't get so upset Curly~ I was just playing with you. You know those princesses have got to remain all pure and virgin until they are married off to that rich old guy, not much fun!"
>You shrug, that was how those things usually went.
>Then Dan gives you this evil grin
"Speaking of fun- I was thinking..."
>Your eyes shoot open, looking up at Dan
"Maybe you and I could~..."
>He paused again for effect
>You feel your diminutive cock start to act up a bit, you also feel your tail bob and you even get a little wet imagining what Dan wanted to do with you...
>Then the phone rings. From Dan's office.
"Oh damn- nevermind."
>Dan trots away and you groan
>What a tease! What denial!
>You want a MAN on day, dammit!
>You shake your head, finishing up your next pair of panties, but your erection won't go down
>You're too turned on now, the thought of a big sweaty body pressed up against yours...
>You give you a little 'meep' as you feel your anus clench ever so slightly, you can feel a little bit of moisture building up in your panties back there
>You were certainly wet.
>You need some relief from this; you're all pent up on top of all this tension!
>You look up at the clock and had a few hours left to go
>It's going to be a long day you think, as you examine another pair of panties with a 'cock goes here' arrow
 
>You are interrupted by your musings when a friend of yours comes over
>She was jet black, and above this she wore some wonderfully lacey white garments; contrasting his body nicely.
>Also, you were jealous of that ass.
>How did she get it so big without unattractive muscle?
>You pout as he winks at you.
"Hey curly- You seem a little upset. Why is that?"
>You grumble at your friend, not in the mood for this right now
>He nudges you
"Hey cheer up. Remember, the tea party is in two days? And after it is over, I invited that one stallion from repair..."
>You would have spit out your drink if you were drinking
"YOU WHAT?!"
>She laughs, her long and straight hair almost touching the floor
"Curly- You have had such a crush on him for so long! I couldn't resist."
>You shake in your hoofsies a little uncontrollably
"B-But! I didn't want you to TELL him!"
>The black filly laughs again
"Curly- you need to be more forward. You know the Alphas can get any one of us they want; unless you put yourself out there how are you expecting to fulfill your purpose?"
>You nod solemnly. Your sissy friend was right, even though you hated to admit it
>Your 'special friend' was named 9 gauge. Like the electrical wire? Not that a sissy like you knew much about that.
>But what you DID know about was his huge hunky body, his hypnotising musk, his wonderful smile and eyes looking so kind and strong, so ready to take what he wanted...
>You think his name really should be '9 inches' at this rate, you press your thighs together again, rubbing the cloth against your bare skin as you fantaize
>It's only until you feel a chill do you realize how wet you are getting
>You breath in deep.
>You buckle down and complete your order of panties, finally after your long day you manage to fill your basket just as the time was about to signal the end of the work day.
>You put the basket of panties onto the elevator, ready to be delivered by girly ponies that run in body-hugging spandex. You envied them sometimes.
 
>As you left your work station, and everyone else also clocked out at the end of the shift and funneled on to the elevator, a few voices started to chatter again
>Typically girlish stuff, but one voice you heard sent a shiver down your spine
"Oh 9 Gauge? AND Curly? Oh that is juicy~"
>You curse under your breath. Damned lacey filly, telling everyone your secrets.
"Alright girls, time to go."
>You saw Dan turn the key and down you all went again. In the back of your mind you felt a little torn over Dan and 9 Gauge, you honestly liked them both... But while Dan was your boss and he was all big and handsome, 9 Gauge has been your crush since whenever
>You remembered him from before you were old enough to wear first pair of panties; even then as a colt fixing pipes and wires with his wrench you felt your tail twitch and want to hike itself up for him...
>Phew, you were nearly sweating from all this sexy time alone in your head. Of course, if you COULD sweat. Since it was so fucking cold down here, you found it doubtful.
>As you leave the elevator, you hear a couple of familiar voices call out to you
"See you at the picnic!"
>You nod, the tea party. Or picnic. You guessed both meant basically the same thing.
>It was going to be a lot of fun, if not just for old 9 gauge.
>The party would take place on the Atrium level; the level with living plants and flowers. It was quite an honor to go there, most sissies only visited once a year at most. But most of all they wanted to be married there, become a wife to a powerful or handsome colt and serve his whims...
>You shiver again. Maybe you shouldn't get so ahead of yourself
>On the way home you see that sex-toy merchant still sitting there. He looked bored.
>You felt your panties stirring a bit again; you got so worked up earlier...
>You ask him for something to help you 'relax' a bit, and even though you blush when you take the package, you can't help but feel excited and giddy...
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