Chapter 1
It was a rather beautiful Friday in Ponyville. The sun was shining brightly, the skies were clear, and the town square was bustling with dozens of stallions and their mares, all on leashes. Some were very obedient, the red collars holding their owners bought items and groceries. The black collars were upset and hated being dragged along. While the purple collars were too broken to hold or carry any items, they had small areas and hydrants to relieve themselves on, from the small public litter boxes that reeked of mare piss and poo, to the small patches on the road that the very broken purple collars, who hardly had basic brain functions, couldn't hold themselves in, pissing and shitting directly where they crawled.
However, there was a mass amount of people near the Ponyville Theater, which had many posters put up advertising a show. On it read, "Is your mare too smart? Does she know too much for her female brain? Take her in today at 4:00 PM for a show hosted by Spike the Dragon! Get her brain plucked out and replaced with a much less functional acting cell, which only allows them to do basic, submissive functions!" Many stallions read intently, while some black collars who could read started to pull away, only to be pulled back and slapped or spanked many times.
The area was soon abuzz, and many stallions awaited the 4:00 time as they spent their day in the square buying various necessities.
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It was soon 4:00 PM, and it wasn't long until the Ponyville theater was full of mares of all sizes, shapes, and collars. Stallion owners who brought their mares in were instructed to seat them and lock them in. Some fought and resisted a lot, shouting and attempting to escape, while the others followed in and sat down, locked into place and unable to escape. Stallions were also instructed to leave the theater, but could come get their mares back after the show was over at approximately 5:00 PM.
After minutes of waiting and practically all the seats in the theater full, the doors closed and the lights dimmed down. Upon the stage appeared Spike the Dragon, and his pet Twilight Sparkle, the once Princess of Friendship, now submissive red collar. Spike began to speak.
"Quiet down cunts! You're here for a reason; your masters believed you to be too smart! All of them seemed to be more than happy to put you here, as sales for seats far exceeded my expectations! Twilight will now be explaining to you what's going to happen!" He said, waving his arms around and raising his voice at times. He clearly was happy about the situation, as the look on his face expressed joy, despite his voice very rough and loud.
"Greetings fellow cunts! I have for you today a special treatment! I have created, upon my master's instructions, a monster that will reduce your intelligence down to a mere fraction of what it used to be, however low many of you purple collars may have in terms of actual smarts," she spoke, all black collars shaking in fear. "Don't worry, you'll still be you, but you won't be able to do any of the smart things you were never meant to do in the first place!" This was incredibly unsettling for all of the black collars, who began shouting, only to be silenced by Spike soon after.
"Without further ado, I bring you," Twilight opened a box she had in front of her, the large hatch coming off quite easily. "The Xakire!"
As to prove a demostration, the green blob in front of Twilight slowly extended a slimey tentacle towards her. Twilight turned her head to reveal her left ear, which the monster took as an invitation and sprung forward. Within seconds the tentacle dug into her head. The fallen princess spasmed a bit, but relaxed and smiled gleefully. Shortly after, the monster's tentacle retracted, a big, full of knowledge from before the fall brain on the end of it. With a obscene slurping sound, the brain was sucked into the tentacle, making a rather large bulge in the long appendage and dissolving as it got to the center. Twilight seemed happy as ever, a dumb smile on her face as her crotchless panties got wet with piss and she farted loudly, emptying her bowels below her as she crawled around. Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.
After all, the new pseudo-brain inside her head wasn't meant to produce thought about speaking, or words in general. Twilight's current thoughts consisted of cock, cum, and obeying any command her master required of her. It was complex enough to understand any orders, but restricted any learning or thought of such words during or afterward, meaning the now IQ-pointless Twilight was dumber than a post, and as dense as a block of iron. Her stupid look became even stupider as she eyed Spike's cock, rushing toward it and sticking it in her mouth, sucking on it like a calming pacifier, or a life-giving lolipop. Either way, her thought was cock, and cock she sucked.
Black collars became horrified, while reds just pouted. More tentacles stretched from the blob, quickly finding and getting into various mares in the crowd.
"Nooo," one black collar cried as her brain was sucked right out of her skull, a derpy look sprung across her face as any intelligent thought left her body completely, along with any possibility of gaining knowledge. Her average-sized brain dissolved into nothing but food for the monster. Various others did much the same, all of which quickly defecated and pissed in their chairs, but they no longer cared. Muscle movement such as that was something for a brain, not a thinking cell.
There were some quiet willing red collars, turning their heads and smiling as their brain was sucked from their head. Some cried, "Yes! Get rid of smarty thoughts," as their last hopes of fighting the misogynistic tyranny left their bodies, them too shitting and pissing themselves. These mares were soon released from their restrains, a foul stench filling the air as they crawled around the theater, searching for life-giving cocks to suck. Various theater attendants were quick to present their cocks, swarms of mares groping and sucking them, all thoughts about cock and cum.
Derpy, a purple collar who was already as dumb as a box of rocks and as dense as a box had her walnut-sized brain sucked out with such ease there was no pulling involved. Her facial expressions remained the same, and she kept drooling like she had been doing before her worthless brain was effortlessly sucked from her head. An attendant, who quickly had his cock sucked into Derpy's mouth upon her eye catching it, unrestrained Derpy and put her in a mare-sized diaper, but not before she had already emptied herself on their chair.
There were also various foals, all fillies birthed from the owner's mares, all in baby strollers on the side. A smaller tentacle outstretched to them too, going in a line from ear to ear to the other filly. In a fast motion, pea-sized brains were plucked from their skulls. They continued to suck on their dick-shaped pacifiers they already had in their mouths. They would no longer need to learn anything, and it was fortunate that they already had diapers, for they had soiled them completely. Their facial expressions didn't change, but they had the blankest look in their eyes, as all learning for a developing filly had stopped. All sensory data ceased to be processed.
Eventually, every mare in the theater was brainless, piles of poo being cleaned up afterward, along with piss being cleaned out of the seats. All now unable to think for themselves. The owners eventually came and got their respective property, giving Spike compliments as they left with the brainless mares. After all, they weren't meant for a proper society. Their thoughts didn't matter. Their learning was against the law.
