Corporate Drone

Fluttershy sat down at the wide wooden desk.

“So for security, most of the executives work on paper,” Pinkie Pie said. “So a big part of your job is just typing things.”

“Right,” Fluttershy said.

They had issued her a Snowglass. They were like goggles, made out of a single piece of clear glass. It was one of DiamondTech’s main technological innovations: a miniature computer screen you wore on your face. They had to be named after the book. Fluttershy had read it once, in college. It was pretty full of itself. Rarity clearly had great taste in literature.

Pinkie had also brought her a thermos full of coffee, the same stuff from the breakroom downstairs. How thoughtful of her.

“Oh, and here,” Pinkie set a large box on the desk.

“What’s that?”

“Well, you got a bigger job. So some other stuff needs to get bigger too, obviously!”

It was another wearable vibrator. This one had an actual phallus, not just a little bump or nub.

“I see.” She really should have felt more strongly about it. But after wearing the first one for two days, it seemed pretty sensible.

“Sorry for taking up so much of your time, Pinkie,” Fluttershy said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. That’s why I’m here, to help you get acclimated!”

“Right…”

Pinkie Pie looked different today. She had pulled her fluffy hair into a ponytail, and she wore a light blue lab coat.

“Why are you wearing that, again?” Fluttershy lowered her gaze. “Sorry, I guess I’m not supposed to be asking questions.

Pinkie smiled. “No worries. I’m actually the head of R and D!”

Fluttershy furrowed her brow. Now that Pinkie Pie said it, it should have been obvious. Pinkie was wearing an ID badge that said it clearly. Had Fluttershy not bothered to read it?

But it made no sense. Why was Pinkie Pie head of R and D? Fluttershy opened her mouth to say so, but something made her stop.

It’s a silly question. It’s a corporation, so of course people do things outside their paygrade sometimes. You should just be happy she’s helping you.

“Thanks for helping me,” Fluttershy said.

Pinkie Pie put a hand on Fluttershy’s thigh, ran her fingers through Fluttershy’s hair.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna do great at this new job. And that blue lipstick looks great on you,” she whispered.

“Yes…”

“Well, I better get goin’. Lotta Rs to D, you know.” She patted the box. “Don’t forget to put this in. You should probably do it right now.”

Fluttershy nodded. That sounded like a good idea.

Fluttershy squirmed in her chair. The vibrator was huge. She hadn’t even turned it on yet, but it was so noticeable.

A little notification flashed on her glasses. Rarity wanted to see her right away.

Fluttershy stepped through the large wooden doors into the office. She squirmed the whole walk to the desk. It was so important to make a good impression, especially after she had been such a disappointment yesterday during her interview. Wasn’t it? She knew she was supposed to dislike Rarity. But all last night was a blur. She had sat alone in her apartment, thinking about Rarity. Her taste and smells and body.

Rarity tapped a stack of papers on her desk. “Type all these up.”

Fluttershy nodded. “Of course. Right away, Mistress.” Was that the right address? Her goggles had told her to say it, so they must’ve searched up protocol automatically or something.

“And give me that remote before you go.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

Fluttershy could type very quickly. If you were going to make a living hacking, writing code, you learned to type fast. So transcribing some papers was really not a big deal. Rarity had beautiful handwriting, and she had been nice enough to turn the vibrator on.

Most of the papers seemed to be internal memos and the like. Really obvious stuff. Stuff like;

Mistress Rarity is beautiful. I can’t stop staring at her, every curve of her body, every toned muscle, her gorgeous eyes and her flawless skin. She is like a piece of art, and she deserves to be stared at,

I want to make Mistress Rarity happy. Making her happy brings me pleasure.

Just being near Mistress Rarity makes me want to touch myself. When I think about her, it makes me happy. Being away from her makes me listless and empty.

I am her pet. I am her slave. I only exist to follow her orders. Rarity is my mistress and I am her obedient drone.

I do not think. I do not question. Thoughts are meaningless. Obedience is important.

If Mistress Rarity orders me to do something, I do it. If she orders me to touch myself, I will do it. If she aks me to cum on the spot, then I will. The thought of following her orders and making her happy is enough for me to cum.

Her glasses gave her an alert. Rarity wanted to see her. She glanced at the clock: she had been typing for almost three hours straight. It felt like just a few minutes had passed. Maybe she had been wrong about officework after all. If it went by this quickly, she must be enjoying it.

She wiped up her drool and went into the office. She had to walk slowly, to avoid stumbling. Between the vibrations and her overwhelming desire to impress her mistress, she could barely stand up straight.

Pinkie Pie was there.

“Is it break time already, Mistress?” Fluttershy asked. “I’m sorry, I forgot.”

“No. And it is not your place to ask. An employee who asks questions doesn’t deserve a break.”

Fluttershy nodded.

Rarity gestures to Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie smiled, pulled a syringe out of her pocket. She took off the plastic cap, tapped it gently a few times.

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy, this won’t hurt at all,” Pinkie Pie said cheerfully.

Fluttershy nodded.

I’ve been typing for a few hours now. I notice every second pass by. My penis throbs with every keystroke. It hasn’t gone soft a single time. I’m sure Mistress planned it that way. She wants me to use it on her, use it to make her happy. The thought sends shivers through me. The idea of making her happy makes me drip a little. But she told me not to cum without her permission, so I don’t. I can’t.

My nipples are so sensitive. Pinkie Pie said they are like testicles now, full and aching to release. The feeling of them rubbing along my shirt is almost as powerful as my boner rubbing along my skirt. The vibrator is still buried in my pussy, and it all blurs together.

She calls me into her office again. I stumble inside. I can barely stand in front of her without dripping all over her beautiful carpet.

She starts rubbing herself. “Cum for me,” she orders.

The sight of her touching herself makes me so horny. The idea of following her orders, of making her happy, sends twinges of heat all throughout my body. My penis twitches, throbs, aches to obey her. So it does. My thighs clench together and I spray cum all over her carpet. I breathe heavily, happy that I was able to follow such a simple order without screwing it up.

Again, she says.

So I do. I cum, and it feels just as incredible as the first time. My nipple leak everywhere, my pussy and legs clench. The puddle of semen under me grows.

Again. And again. I lose count of how many times she says it. The number doesn’t matter. As long as it makes her happy.

My legs buckle, and I slump to floor. Drool drips down my shirt, pooling with the cum. I look up. Mistress has finished, and the thought of bringing her pleasure makes me rock hard again. But I can’t cum without her permission.

She reaches out her fingers, dripping with fluids from her pussy. My tongue hangs out like a dog’s thinking of how incredible it would taste.

“Clean up,” she commands.

I scurry over, barely able to move, even on all fours. I caress her fingers with my tongue, get all the liquid off.

“Now clean up your mess,” she says.

So I do. I drink up every last drop. I run my tongue into carpet, trying to get as much of it as possible.

Pinkie Pie pokes her head into the door. “Hey, Prez. What’s up?” She looks down, sees Fluttershy licking her own cum out of the carpet. “Or should I say, what’s goin’ down?”

Rarity smiles. “I just wanted to congratulate on your research in person. I’ll admit, I was skeptical it would be this successful.”

Pinkie walks up to the desk. “Well, it’ll still take a lot more work to refine things. This is only, like, the fifth test subject.”

“Of course.” Rarity pulls yet another boring manila envelope out of her desk. It wasn’t a lie; sometimes paper is just more secure than bits and code. “I have the new budget allocations drawn up here. And as we agreed, it looks like your department will be getting that budget increase after all. And naturally, you’re being made chief of security, as promised. That more than doubles your pay, after all the redundant benefits are taken in to account.”

Pinkie smiles. “Thanks, Chief!”

“Feel free to begin the next phase when you are ready. These cyber-activists and thieves have cost me more than enough money as it is.”

Pinkie nods. She kneels down next to Fluttershy. “You hear that, Fluttershy? Or should I call you BackdoorButterfly?”

Fluttershy’s expression shifts, just for a moment. Pinkie isn’t supposed to know her real name or her screenname. And as soon as the expression comes, the programming suppresses it, changes it back.

“Don’t worry, neighbor.” Pinkie puts a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, and shiver runs through the broken drone. “I made sure to program it so that you’ll enjoy yourself. She was trying to get me to, like, mind wipe you. But that was just way too mean. Now stand up and follow me. We’ve got some emails to send, some stuff to collect from your apartment. Gotta get ready to move into your new home!”

Fluttershy nods.

Pinkie Pie taps her chin in mock contemplation. “What was the name of that journalist you were feeding information to? Twilight Sparkle?”

Fluttershy blinks slowly. Images and words flash across her glass, stamping down the thought she just tried to have. She nods again.

“Or maybe we should start with your partner? I think her name was… Rainbow Dash?”

Fluttershy nods, slowly. This time there’s not even a flicker of resistance to destroy. She just stands there, drooling and dripping cum.

Pinkie Pie smiles. “Great, let’s get started.”