Elmer's Tyranical Terrorization of Trotcon

His workspace prepared, and his notes organized, Elmer kept an eye as ponies began to arrive at their happy little gathering. He had several human employess that worked for him running his front business, Elmer's Glue. These employess had been given a potion that robbed them of their free will and rendered them enslaved to Elmer's mental commands. These would be the minions that would capture the ponies from their convention. He was able to capture several of the ponies before they were able to check in with the convention. They would not be distilled immediately, he needed to gather more base material for his potion.

As the first day of the convention began, he could hardly believe the multitude of ponies that were in attendance. Surely, this convention was the grandest, and most exclusive of it's kind. The talents possessed by the ponies in attendance were powerful indeed. He could hardly wait to begin, excitement building as he observed more and more amazing talents demonstrated by the attendees. The buffet of powers set before him filled his mind with thoughts of what he would become when he took their powers for himself.

His machinations were not entirely unnoticed however. He noted several of the ponies seemed oddly interested in his front business. One in particular seemed almost to observe his facility, as if this Pink hued colt was suspicious of Elmer's facility. At one point the pink pony even gathered several of his friends to bring attention to the facility. Elmer knew he would have to keep an eye out for this one in particular.

His minions were slowly capturing ponies from the convention, by the end of the first day he had nearly 30 in his prison deep under his home. Figuring most of the ponies would retire at night, he was amazed when the amount of ponies engaging in convention activities increased as the sun went down. As an added bonus, it seemed the vast majority of them had imbibed far too much cider. How easy, he thought, they were making it on him.

He dispatched his minions to collect as many of the inebriated con goers as they could. By the early hours of the morning his number of captives nearly tripled. This was going to easier than he could have dreamed. Satisfied with the success he encountered on the first day of this convention.