Rainbow Dash was the next on the list to be brutalised, and the changelings had something special in mind for her.

The blue pegasus slowly blinked her eyes open and cast a gaze around the room she was currently in. It looked like one of the cells underneath Canterlot castle, rough stone walls and a thick metal barred door that looked like it would be impossible for even her to bust down.

Her wounds appeared to have been tended to, and as she attempted to get up to try and find a way out of her cell, she discovered that she had been chained down, thick double iron chains clasped firmly around her front hooves, forcing them to stay above her head.

Of course, her next reaction was to curse loudly and attempt to tear the damn chains from the wall, as if she was annoyed that they dared to hold her down. Which, knowing Rainbow Dash was exactly what it must have been. With her almost unnatural strength, she might have even managed to break them as well, had they merely been single iron chains.

One of the guards outside noticed her frantic struggling, and he opened the eye slot of the jail cell door to glare at her.
“Keep it down! I’m trying to play a card game here.” He ordered.

Rainbow Dash glared darkly at him, the fire in her heart still blazing brightly despite the fact she had been beaten. She was the most awesome mare in the whole of Equestria. Getting out of here and rescuing her friends was going to be no problem. She just had to plan carefully.

“Why don’t you come and make me keep it down, shit face!” She yelled. Perfect. The plan was going perfectly. The guard gave an annoyed growl, then there was the rattling of keys as he pulled her cell door open, stepping in with his spear at the ready. He twirled it in his magic so that the butt of the spear was facing her, then slammed it into her gut.

The muscles there tensed, managing to stop him knocking all the air out of her body, but she still let out a rather pathetic wheeze and doubled over as the guard slammed the butt of the spear into her chest, badly bruising it.

She lost count after this blow, simply keeping her head down with her mane hanging low over her face, grunting each time the butt slammed into her, blocking the pain out between blows as she tried to stay defiant. They would not break her.

After beating her senseless, the guard leaned in close and spat on her cheek, before his long bug tongue slowly trailed up to her eye, leaving a wet smear in its wake.
“Not so tough now, are you?” The guard hissed. This was when she chose to act. She pressed her back against the wall, then used her torso muscles to pull herself up, which was agonizing with the beating they had taken.

She managed it however, and suddenly her legs were looped around the guards neck. Before he had time to call out, she used all her strength and twisted hard, pulling him close so that his mouth was pressed into her cunt, silencing his calls for help into muffled noises.

Rainbow Dash tried to ignore where his muzzle was, and instead chose to focus on her task. Now, to understand what happened next, you need to understand that as you make metals and alloys stronger, they normally become easier to break, and most materials are not built to resist a twisting motion.
Changeling armour was very tough, but quite brittle, and with her years of harsh Wonderbolts training and constant racing, Rainbow Dash could apply more then enough torque to crush his outer shell like a walnut, then drive it into the soft flesh beneath.

Her thighs were soaked in bug blood, and the guard made an attempt to bite into her snatch to save himself, but it was too late and she dropped his corpse to the floor, his mouth flapping uselessly as he tried to form words. Rainbow Dash felt no remorse as she watched the life leave his body, even spitting onto his face to add insult to mortal injury.

She fetched the keys from his belt with ease, moving them into her mouth with her rear hooves before undoing the cuffs above her head and getting onto all fours. She shook herself off, then stretched out her wounded wing. Flying was off the table, but it was the best bet for escaping this hellish city.

And then from there? She did not know. She could… She could… Organise a resistance of some kind to retake the city. And then…

Celestia Damn it. She was not a leader. If she was going to do anything, she needed to make her way through the castle and stab Chrysails to death. Without their queen, the bugs were doomed…

Twilight had been fighting for the insects however. The bugs had two queens. And even if what Twilight had become was an abomination, it was still an abomination with her friends face. Even with all her training, she knew it would be impossible for her to kill them.

So… So… Rainbow Dash was trapped in a world without friends and without backup. There was no way, even with all her skills and training, that she would be able to free them all. But if she did not free them all, who knows what horrible things the changelings might do for them.

She thought to Fluttershy. The innocent pegasus would not take any amount of torture, and the thought of it… The thought of it filled her with rage. Rage she kindled from a small spark into a raging fire with thoughts of everything that had happened.

She picked up the spear in her teeth and went to move out of her cell. The guard had a table set up outside where he had been playing some kind of card game that Rainbow Dash did not currently care to identify. She kept hold of her rage, but did not let it control her.

Instead, she begin to go through the routines that had been drilled into her through years of training. She was vastly outnumbered. The blue pegasus would have to use underhoof tactics. Stick to the shadows, only kill those that are directly in the way. Hide their bodies. Move on.

All the other cells on this floor were empty, and there had only been a single guard. That was a horrible tactical error as there should always be at least two, but then again the changelings had never experienced anything like this before and were still getting used to it.

That meant she had a chance. She was going to get out of here and make it back to base, then try to organise another strike against the enemy.

Spitfire would never allow Cloudsdale to fall to the enemy. She would fight until the bitter end to protect it, and Rainbow Dash knew that she was a great commander and would have gotten the city to safety.

Rainbow Dash would just get out of here, make it back to Cloudsdale, and Spitfire would know what to do. They would launch another attack against the enemy and get their city back.

Now she had a plan. Inside she wanted to collapse, give up and cry, let all her strength spill out of her and give up. But she would never allow that to happen. She allowed the rage inside her to flare up, and it gave her the strength she needed to sneak her way out of the first floor.

The changelings had indeed never had experience in guarding buildings. They were still trying to convert this one into a hive. The strange pony built structures must have really confused them, and they had not even bothered to touch this level yet.

She hid from a guard that moved down the hallway,ducking into one of the empty cells and hiding under the bed. For some reason she also found herself holding her breath, even though she knew that it was totally pointless, and unlikely that they would hear her breathing.

The guard moved passed, and she silently counted to fifteen before moving out of the cell and rushing down the hallway. She knew that the guard would find the body of the pony she had killed soon, and he would also likely find her cell empty, and then the alarm would go up and she would be in serious trouble unless she was far, far away.

Moving up, she made it out of the cell block and back into… Well, what she could only really describe as hell. The changelings had converted most of the upper floors into hive, knocking down walls and coating everything in a thick chitin-like material.

She tried to remember her stealth training and keep moving along, staying calm, keeping her breathing steady and trying to avoid the pitfalls of panic. If she panicked, she would be caught.

Just as the changelings were out of place and uncomfortable in buildings built for ponies, she was uncomfortable and out of place in structures built by changelings. She did not know where anything was and the hive did not seem to follow the normal laws of building.

They were not built to optimise efficiency, rather they seemed to be built under the laws of “wherever the hell we need new things.” For changelings this was little more then a minor inconvenience because of the fact that they had the hive mind to guide them.

For her, it turned the whole place into a twisting and seemingly never ending maze of tunnels and dead ends.

She soon found herself in a large chamber with a huge pit in the middle of it however. Several dozen guards were sat around the huge pit eating cottage pie out of small containers. She did not know where they had got the cottage pie from, or the containers, and to be honest she did not care.

The Blue Pegasus was more focused on the contents of the pit. A ball of ice seemed to form over her heart, chilling her to the very core and flooding her veins with freezing cold. Hundreds of dead pegasus were stuffed into the pit, their bodies piled unceremoniously on top of each other without a single thought or care, no doubt waiting to be turned into the goop that the changelings used in place of proper food.

Rainbow Dash knew that non of these would have been citizens, they had all been evacuated before they had moved the city… But these soldiers had all fought until the very end. They deserved to be lain to rest in soft Equestrian soil with their families watching over.

It is strange, but it was this that begin to break down the pegasus. For a moment she almost lost control of her rage. She quickly worked to get it back under control.

That was until she saw a streak of mane sticking out from the pile. There was no mistaking that mane. That mane that Rainbow Dash had seen dozens of times before and blindly followed into and out of many a hellhole.

Commander Spitfire was dead. The rage bubbled up inside her, flashing the ice from her heart and turning it into supercharged steam. She did not know what happened next, everything was just one big red blur, but the next thing she knew there were a whole lot of dead changelings everywhere and a slew of new wounds covering her body.

Her blood dripped slowly onto the ground and she totally ignored it, panting heavily as she tried to recover from the rage that had burnt its way through her body and left a searing hole in its wake.

As she came down from her rage induced killing spree, all the strength seemed to leave her body. She was not even out of this hellhole of a place yet, and already her plan had fallen apart.

She made no attempts to hold back her pain this time, tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she let her strength give out, collapsing to her knees in front of the pile of bodies as the first of many tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

Rainbow Dash was tough. But even tough people have their limits, and Rainbow Dash finally felt like she had hit hers. The pain was so bad, it blossomed in her chest and tore through her body, making everything ache. A series of sobs tore their way from her already sore throat as she slammed a defiant hoof into the ground.

If she had been paying attention, she might have noticed the magical glow that wrapped around her head, a dark purple in colour. The changelings had of course not been as stupid as to leave one guard outside her cell by mistake. The changelings were not that stupid.

And not being stupid, they knew that breaking Rainbow Dash would be a lot harder then any of the other mares. They had plenty of broodmares as was and did not need to turn another element into one. That would just be wasteful.

They needed a symbol, someone untouched by them, someone high up and powerful that would help crush any remaining hope of anypony that was thinking of starting a resistance. They could not use any of the Princesses now they had been converted, so Rainbow Dash had been a prime candidate.

So they gave her false hope, they allowed her to escape her cell and bring down the guard. They let the hope flourish and bloom, and then they snuffed it out like a candle by showing her the bodies of all the pegasi that had been killed trying to retake the city.

They had not been expecting her to slaughter all the other guards, but it was just another testament to just how strong she was. And now that her spirit was shattered, they just had to step in and put her back together in whichever way they wanted.

Hoofsteps sounded behind Rainbow Dash, and shakily she got back to her hooves. Blood covered her sky blue coat, both her own and that of the many changelings she had slaughtered.

She kept the spear pointed at what she expected to be an enemy. Instead of an enemy, Spitfire was walking towards her, still dressed in full uniform, her two tone orange mane was a mess, and her yellow coat was splattered with blood that only made her look more terrifying to the changelings.

To Rainbow Dash, she looked more like an angel in disguise, a bright light in this otherwise terrifying place. And then spitfire slapped her across the face, pain flaring in her cheek as thinking suddenly became impossibly difficult to her.

“Get a hold of yourself solider!” She hissed, her voice filled with something closer to annoyance then proper rage.

Rainbow Dash jumped to her hooves and blinked several times “But.. Your body is.. Is in the pit.”
Spitfire scoffed “That was just a body double, Celestia bless her soul..” She looked down at the ground, seeming lost in grief for just a second. “We have lost far too many ponies today, and I only came here when I found out you were alive. We need to get out of this place before they send backup after your little display.”

This was a trick. Rainbow Dash knew it. She pointed the spear at her commander and glared, before hissing around the handle “This is a changeling trap! Stay back.”

Spitfire just raised an eyebrow, then shook her head. “Crash, the changelings have an army. I am pretty sure they would just use that then send me in. But if you don’t want to get out of here, then stay right there. I’m going to get out of here with or without you.”

Spitfire turned her back on the blue pegasus and begin to stroll off like it was the most casual thing in the world. After several moments, Rainbow Dash realized that she was right. There was no way they would send a single changeling after her, she was deep in an enemy base with thousands of guards, and they currently held all the cards.

She tucked the spear under one hoof, then begin to trot after Spitfire, keeping her head low from the shame she felt. She had been a total idiot in front of her commander. Spitfire would never let her live this down.

Thankfully, Spitfire did not seem bothered. She simply kept moving and tried her best to stay to the shadows, managing to do an even better job of it then even she had managed. She still had a lot to learn it seemed.

They came across a patrol of two enemy changelings in a narrow hallway where they could not move around them. Rainbow would have backed off considering the fact they held all the cards in terms of arms and armour, but Spitfire moved like a ghost, silent as the wind and with all the destructive force of a hurricane.

She brought the first guard down with a swift blow to the neck that earned a sickening crunch. The second guard posed more of a problem however, and in their grappling match, she took a blow straight to the chest with a spear.

The second guard fell a moment later, but Spitfire stumbled her way into an alcove and gave a curse. The blue pegasus was quick to follow after, an expression of horror on her face.
Commander Spitfire was slumped against the back wall of the alcove and currently had both hooves clamped over a heavily bleeding wound that was staining her blue blazer a deep red.

Rainbow Dash stumbled her way towards the wounded mare, an expression of sheer horror locked onto her face. This was the only pony that she had to help her get out of this hellhole, and without her, Rainbow Dash was lost.

In all her years of combat training, she had only been taught basic first aid however, and Spitfire’s wound was deeper then one that could be fixed with strips of fabric. She was losing blood at an alarming rate and she was totally helpless to do anything about it.

She stumbled over to the mare and dropped down next to her, muttering something along the lines of “No!” Over and over like a broken gramophone. Spitfire just laughed softly up at her, then gave a weak cough.

“Don’t look so worried Dash. It’s just a scratch...” She tried a weak smile that quickly faded on her face as she let out a soft groan, “Granted, it might be a fairly bad scratch, but it is still just a scratch...”

Rainbow Dash was too busy tearing off strips off Spitfire’s uniform in an attempt to save her life to listen to her words, a panicked expression on her face. “Don’t.. Don’t talk! I’ll get you out of here. I just need. I just… Need to.. to … Hold on! Please.”

Spitfire looked up at her again, her eyes calm despite the panic that should have been setting in with the fact she was bleeding out. Those eyes seemed to dig deep into her brain, calming her down and assuring her that everything would be OK.

“You need to forget about me.. You need to get your ass out of here, and then you need to show those changelings what it means to be a Wonderbolt...”

She looked down and groaned softly, before looking up to Dash. “I do.. I do have some last words though… It’s a… It’s funny really. I can go charging headlong into enemy lines… But… But I never had the bravery to tell you… that.. “

She seemed to blank out for a moment, and Rainbow Dash, with tears streaming down her eyes, shook her softly to try and bring her back. Spitfire’s eyes slowly focused and she shook her head weakly.
“What is it?” Rainbow asked, trying to give her commander a bleak smile despite the situation she had found herself in.

Spitfire chuckled weakly “I love you Rainbow. I know it…” She coughed “Is fucking filthy of me…. But can you do me a favour… and...”

She looked down, her hooves shaking “If we pretend that we are lovers… And… You eat me out...”

Rainbow Dash stared at her, a brow raised in shock and her mouth almost hanging open. This.. This was… No… This was not something she could do. She was straight.. She had always been straight.

But her commander, no, her friend, was dying right before her, and the one thing she wished for was to finish a fantasy that she had never gotten to sate. Did she really have any right to deny that? They were screwed anyway, everything was dark and horrible, and she had a chance to make Spitfire’s final moments better.

There was no way she could turn that down. A weak, forced smile spread across her face as she looked up to Spitfire “Su-sure… I’m.. I am more then happy to help you out sweetie.. Just… Spread your legs apart for me honey...”

Her dirty talk was about as stiff as her heart was right now, but Spitfire smiled softly and spread her legs apart, muttering a “Thank you” Weakly under her breath.

Rainbow Dash was horrified. She had no idea what she was doing, but she stared down at Spitfire’s cunt as it laid out before her. The mare had already started to become wet from the thoughts of her fantasy being fulfilled.

The blue pegasus did not move, she simply stared down at the cunt with its … Well, it was a cunt. Rainbow just tried to pretend that she was at home, trying to please herself, and she went about it like such.

She slowly trailed a lick along the outside of Spitfire’s snatch to begin with, drawing a soft moan from the mare who weakly wrapped her thighs around Rainbow Dash's head, holding her in place.

The blue pegasus hated to admit it, but Spitfire’s cunt smelled absolutely amazing. Her musk was not like that of a mare’s, jut like the yellow pegasus herself, it was powerful and almost overpowering.

Rainbow Dash found herself starting to get wet, and she felt immensely filthy for getting turned on considering the state her friend was currently in. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to ignore that however. It was just her, and a perfectly healthy Spitfire who was in no way bleeding about above her.

She begin to slowly trace licks around the outside of her cunt, focusing on the outer folds and coating them in her saliva. She did not have any experience in eating pussy, but from the weak moans Spitfire was giving her, she must have been doing something right.

The blue pegasus kept softly licking at the snatch, trying to figure out which areas caused the loudest moans and which areas got the quietest. Of course, Spitfire was currently horribly bleeding out and soon got annoyed with Rainbow's constant teasing.

Her thighs suddenly wrapped much tighter around the back of the pegaus' neck, forcing her muzzle right up against the cunt as Spitfire gave her a hand by forcefully rubbing her muzzle into her snatch.

She did not mind however, the musk was slowly eroding away at her thinking power, and she was soon getting into it, her tongue dancing around inside Spitfire madly as she let out a series of soft moans of her own, sending vibrations into the snatch laid out before her.

Spitfire was more then generous with the praises as well, softly arching her back as loud moans were ripped from her body by the surprisingly skilled tongue of the blue whore beneath her. Chrysails, was she good with that tongue considering she had apparently never done this before.

Rainbow Dash sent her tongue lashing wildly over Spitfire’s clit, and the yellow pegasus above her let out a very loud moan and pressed her legs even tighter around the back of her lover’s head, practically smothering her in cunt.

The blue whore who was currently licking frantically at her cunt was currently facing a number of issues. For some reason, thinking was becoming really difficult for her, like a heavy fireproof stage curtain was slowly being draped over her mind, and all her thoughts were being forced to struggle their way out of it.

She realized that this must have been because of the overwhelming musk that was currently filling her head. Her cunt had suddenly become soaked because of it, practically dripping down her thighs as she gave up on holding back her moans, letting the whorish noises flow out of her almost like she was proud of them, because she was.

Her lips locked tightly over Spitfire’s clit, lightly sucking on it as her tongue swirled all around it. The dark yellow pegasus had her eyes rolled back as she slumped against the wall, whimpering and moaning loudly to herself like some kind of back alley whore.

Holy fuck was Rainbow good with that tongue of hers. She would be good at serving stallions and mares with it, which was good because that was exactly what she was going to be spending the rest of her life doing.

She pressed her cunt firmly against Rainbow’s muzzle, trying to smother her with it. Even with a total lack of air, the blue pegasus was still totally focused on her task, frantically trying to make Spitfire cum with her tongue.

And Spitfire was more then happy to give her the reward she was trying to obtain. The mare let the lust spike higher and higher in her body with each lick, moaning out Rainbow’s name as she rubbed her hoof at the back of her head, messing up her mane to give her the proper look of a whore.

And then she let the orgasm tear through her, letting out a loud squeal like a pig that had suddenly caught fire as her cunt seemed to pulse. Rainbow Dash gave one last flick of her tongue over the mare’s clit, then pulled away.

Strings of femjizz seemed to squirt from out of Spitfire’s snatch, splattering onto the blue mare’s face and plastering it in the musky substance. Honestly, the changeling had not expected her orgasm to be this strong, and she flopped weakly against the wall as her hips frantically worked, grinding against the chest of the hive’s newest whore.

After coming down from her orgasm, Twilight took a few moments to recover, panting loudly as she looked down at Rainbow Dash. The rainbow maned pegasus was a mess, her mane was all over the place, and her face was plastered with cum, but despite this, she still had the cutest little smile on her face, like she had no idea what was going on but was enjoying it anyway.

Her eyes also had a faint purple glow to them, and had taken on a half lidded appearance, like she was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. She really had done great work with the hypnotic control this time, and Rainbow was ready for the second step of preparing her for her new duties in the hive.

A very hypnotised looking Rainbow Dash was dragged into one of the many rooms of the huge, sprawling hive. There were two mares in this room, along with what looked like a barber’s chair. The two mares had a wide array of tools laid out out on a desk, and their was a mirror in front of the chair. Rainbow Dash was guided over to the chair by her commander and forced to sit in it.

By this point her mind was totally a mess, a mushy nonsensical place filled with empty thoughts. A clean lump of clay waiting for someone to come along and mould it into something new and better suited to Rainbow Dash's new position in life.

The blue pegasus stared at herself in the mirror. Her mind was still trying to figure out what was going on, but she did not really care. She was too busy looking at how purple and pretty her eyes were. She wished that the rest of her body looked like that!

The two mares next to her giggled lightly and begin to fiddle with her hair using a number of very skilled techniques. Rainbow did not know why they were giggling, but she found herself giggling along with them for some reason, even though she did not know what they were laughing at. It just felt good to giggle and let her mind go totally blank. She did not need all those complex thoughts after all, all she really wanted right now was to be happy. And giggling made her happy, so she was going to giggle away to her heart’s content.

The two mares used their skilled hooves to work her mane into a ponytail, then hung it back over her shoulders as they got to work on her face. For some reason, them applying make-up to her face made her want to freak out, but before she could say anything to try and discourage them, another wave of giggles tore through her. Gosh, giggling felt really, really good.

She soon realized that it might have felt a little bit too good, because her cunt was currently leaking all over the barber’s chair. She looked down at the cum currently soaking into the leather of the chair and gave another giggle.
“Whoopsie daisy! I made a mess.”

The two mares tending to her did not seem to mind, in fact they were really enjoying the sight of one of the most fearsome warriors in Equestria leaking cunt juice everywhere while giggling like an idiot. It was a testament to just how weak the ponies really were.

They applied purple eyeliner to her eyes and bright purple lipstick to her lips, and then they reached out to touch her hooves. Twilight was sweating slightly at this point, really wishing they had done step three first now. Keeping control of her mind was proving difficult.

She wanted her done up all nice so that the make-up could be ruined later however. Twilight had always respected Rainbow Dash, and she knew that with a little coaxing, she would make an amazing slut and a bodyguard. Not that she needed a bodyguard, but one could never be too safe. The stupid ponies were likely going to send assassins to try and hurt her or her Queen, and it was important that she sent them a strong message.

After they were done with Rainbow Dash, she was a totally different mare. She looked less like a fearsome warrior and more like a back alley slut. Her mane was up in a ponytail, her eyes were covered in thick purple liner, and her lips were covered in matching lipstick. Along with this, her face had been covered in a number of other make-ups to give her a healthy glow.

It was already starting to make Twilight feel really moist. Her juices were almost dripping down her legs, and she was seriously starting to doubt her ability to take the constant teasing much longer.

Now that Dash was looking the part, she was dragged into a second much larger room, the only decoration of which was a large device that looked like a chair with a bunch of wires and other device attached to it.

Milling around the device were several dozen changelings in lab coats, milling frantically around the chair and making adjustments, fiddling with wires, knobs and other devices that looked complex even by Twilight’s standards, and that was saying something.

She trotted into the room with Rainbow Dash following after her, looking towards the head technician with a raised brow “Is it working yet? I laid out plans for you twelve hours ago. If it is not finished, I am going to be very disappointed in you all.”

The head technician, a changeling that looked exactly like all the other changelings, frowned down at his clip board, then up to her again. “I-it is almost done! We just need to make a few more adjustments… Adapting one device to do another job is a very complex process! And the last pony that sat in this chair ended up never returning to his body!”

Twilight let a frown spread across her face, then set it loose on the poor stallion, who suddenly looked very scared. She was still keeping tight control over Rainbow Dash as she slowly spoke.

“So what you are telling me, is that the best scientists in the changeling hive, mixed with help from yours truly, is not enough to reverse engineer and modify something built by a single pegasus with no academic records to her name?”

The technician blinked, once, then twice, his mouth working to try and come up with a counter.
“Well you see.. That’s just the thing. There are wires and hundreds of tiny parts everywhere. The design has a lot of wires and parts that it does not even need, and non of them are marked so we ha-”

Twilight waved a hoof “I don’t care, just get everything working or you are fired.”

As the words left her mouth, one of the stallions raised his hoof, and the technician let a relaxed expression spread across his face.
“It appears we are finished! What excellent timing.”

Twilight did not look happy. Her magic wrapped around the technician and lifted him into the air, strapping him down into the chair and dropping what appeared to be a pasta strainer over his head.
“Excellent, you can be the first one to test it out!”

She pulled the Rainbow Dash over to her and chuckled softly. “You’d like to watch the technician test out the fun chair your going to sit in, wouldn't you!”
Rainbow Dash giggled softly and clapped her hooves together in an excited fashion.
“Yes! I want to watch the smart pony have fun!”

The technician did not look like he was quite as excited about the fact that he was going to test out his chair, but thankfully they had included a leather strap that served as a gag just for this purpose. Twilight forced the gag into his mouth to stop him crying out, then turned to Rainbow Dash with a smile.

“Turn the machine on,” She ordered.

The other technicians looked at her in a fearful fashion, not too sure about whether or not to follow out her order. After a moment, Twilight turned to the ponies again “Did I not make myself clear? Turn the chair on! Or do I have to get up and do it myself? I can assure you that I will punish all of you if that is the case.”

The technicians still looked fearful, but one of them slowly trotted towards the chair and flipped the switch, despite the terrified look of his boss currently sat in the chair. With a loud hum, the device slowly begin to come to life, and all the technicians seemed to take several steps back, clearly not that confident in their abilities.

The head technician looked more and more horrified, until the device finally let out a loud noise, almost like electricity arcing. At this point he went stiff like a board, his eyes rolling up slowly as he let out a loud moan.

Clearly the device seemed not to be painful, as mere moments after the first groan, his shaft spilled from out of its sheath and bloomed proudly between his legs, twitching and throbbing softly as the technician in the chair groaned louder.

The other ponies in the room were now looking more uncomfortable then scared. Had it not been for the straps holding his legs down, Twilight had no doubt that the stallion would be frantically bucking his hips as the device begin to work on reprogramming his brain.

His quite moans soon worked there way up to loud moans, his back arching as he tried to wiggle his way out of the chair… And then the loud moans worked their way up to… Well… Agonized screams.

Twilight looked almost as worried as all the other smart ponies in the room at this point. Rainbow Dash just looked slightly scared, hiding behind Twilight but still keeping an eye on the smart pony as he writhed around in the chair.

Suddenly he let out a very loud moan, bucking his hips frantically as thick ropes of cum forced from his cock and splattered onto the ground. Twilight let out a soft sigh under her breath at this point, everything was going to be fine, the device was working… Albeit in a really strange way.

The moment she finished with this thought, the stallion in the chair suddenly had his head explode in an extremely violent fashion. Bits of bone and bits of brain splattered over everyone in a cone in front of the chair.

Those behind the chair had been slightly lucky in the fact that the back of the chair protected them from being bombarded with brain chunks. They had not been so lucky in the fact that their new princess had been sat in front of the chair, and currently had her face and chest splattered with blood.

The room was silent. Nobody said anything. Everyone was too shocked or scared to do so.

Timidly, Rainbow Dash poked her head from behind Twilight. “Well… That did not look fun at all!”

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