ScoutDrones

by Diabolus Foalt

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Non-consensual, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Original Character
Length: 1629

A local little filly finds out what happens when you break major Filly Scout rules. You either lose all of your badges...or you enter a "retraining" program.

The Filly Scouts are all about "The Three H's": Helping, Hearing, and Harboring. That is, each Chapter should listen for ponies who need help and act accordingly, as well as shelter the local wildlife and preserve the forests that they so often camp in. Acorn Cap is usually good...but she failed to Hear something one day, and it cost her dearly. Either she was to lose all her badges and be exiled...or she could become a "ScoutDrone", whatever that was, and keep her badges after a summer of servitude.

She chose the latter. What could possibly go wrong with such a program? The Scouts were upstanding ponies. Surely it'd just be a little extra work, right?

...right?

Tags: Foalcon, f/f, lesbian, null bulge, bulge squishing, aphrodisiac, hypnotic mind takeover, hypnotic gas, aphrodisiac gas, latex, encasement, dronification, rubber drone, hypnosis, etc etc

Qlop is the artist you can thank for this; go find 'em at 2698176 on Derpi if you want the full cover image (and the images leading up to it!)

This is actually technically dubcon since she "agreed to the program", but again, better safe than sorry.

Published 2021-09-11 00:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-09-11 00:40:01 UTC

Let Your Mind Go Blank...

The Filly Scouts don’t take kindly to members who flout their core tenets. Members who broke a major enough rule were given an ultimatum; the Scout could either relinquish their position and all their badges…or they could opt in to becoming a ScoutDrone™, and having their personality wiped clean so that a more senior Filly Scout could mold them into the image of a perfect community member. This option wasn’t often chosen, especially because it meant the Scout in question was forced to forfeit an entire summer to service their handler…but when it was chosen, it often made at least one organization member very happy, if not many more.

Acorn Cap was one such filly who opted into the ScoutDrone program, being at risk of losing her cap and sash due to her falling asleep one night on an annual camping trip…without extinguishing the campfire as she’d been told to. It was only due to some quick thinking from a light sleeper and tenured fellow Scout that prevented the surrounding forest from burning down overnight. That Scout earned her Crisis badge…while Acorn almost lost all of hers.

Ginger Snap, Acorn’s elected ScoutDrone Supervisor, smiled as Acorn stepped into the glass chamber, feeling the cool rubber beneath her hooves. Acorn knew what would happen soon: the ring would rise, the machine would spin up, and her mind would no longer be her own. Her entire body would be coated in tight, squeaky latex; magically invulnerable, infinitely stretchy, and strangely, inescapably scented. She could smell it even now; though whether from Ginger’s socks or the material beneath her, she couldn’t be sure. And finally, some other modifications of Ginger’s choosing would be imposed on her form. Modified Scout branding to remind her of her place, a ‘squishy, insatiable bulge between her legs’ (whatever that meant), and ‘hypnodisiac’ gas being constantly supplied to her to breathe, that would make her ‘constantly horny and perfectly obedient’.

She knew what that last part meant, and her legs wobbled a bit as she stood there. Ginger winked as she stepped close to the controls, ready to pull the final lever. “Are you ready for the next chapter of your life?” she teased, still making Filly Scout puns even in moments like this.

Acorn sighed, hoping her voice wouldn’t crack. “I guess…” she said, resigned to her fate.

“I knew you’d come around!” Ginger said, with a hint of…was that lust in her voice? Before Acorn could process what she was saying, Ginger gave the lever a hard yank, and a low rumble filled the chamber. The latex began to stretch its way upwards, clinging to her legs as if they were coated in glue. The young filly moaned gently as it expanded and rose, becoming more and more tight until finally, she was buried up to her waist in her stretchy, shiny rubber. It was then that she felt something poking at her mind, offering gentle suggestions. Wouldn’t it be nice if she just let herself go, and let the machine do all of the work? Wouldn’t it be nice if she really enjoyed the feeling of the rubber sticking tightly to her thighs? Wouldn’t it be really nice if she never stopped serving the Scouts and did everything Ginger said?

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Ginger asked kindly, watching as the machine presented her with what she wanted, what she knew she wanted.

“Yes…yes,” Acorn managed, watching almost distantly as the ring of rubber continued to rise, now squeezing her neck into the cocoon of caoutchouc that encircled her form. She turned her head slightly, swiveling her neck in the tight sleeve that had now been made not just for her neck, but for her head. Her sight was robbed by the rubber as it went yet higher, kissing her muzzle and ears as she felt a kiss from the outside too; Ginger Snap moaned lustily as they shared a kiss through the heavy taste of latex. Acorn felt herself instinctively pull closer, wanting nothing more than to please her new owner.

“Good girl,” Ginger said, her voice tender as she broke the kiss. The ring finally came to a halt as the latex finished encasing the young Scout from head to hoof.

Acorn moaned again as she felt the suggestions intensify; she had to obey, she had to serve, she needed to please. She felt something begin to expand between her legs, where her special place was…something that squished when she poked it. She squealed as just the lightest touch made her want more, even though there was nothing there to receive the sensation…only the hot, squishy, squirmy, infinite horniness that got bigger and bigger the more she touched it—

“AC0, stand by.”

Acorn stopped instantly, returning to standing on all fours, even despite the still-growing urge to fondle herself. Obedience was a core tenet of the Scouts, and she lived now to serve them. It felt so good to obey Ginger Snap…why hadn’t she ever tried this before?

Her sight returned after a brief amount of poking happened around her face area; it seemed like a special visor was inside the squeaky, shiny cocoon with her. The screen showed things much like they’d been before she stepped into the machine, only slightly more grainy. But this changed as soon as a giggling Ginger Snap pressed a button on a remote. Slowly, a hypnotic spiral appeared before her, overlaying itself on top of her field of view as if she had a special HUD. She stared at it in confusion, feeling a newly-familiar sensation make its way back into her mind…

“This will be the new you, from now on.” Ginger said gently, her voice soft and calming. The spiral turned more rapidly as she continued, and Acorn felt herself begin to drool as the other filly’s voice began to sound like it was coming from inside her own head. “You will not remember being anything other than…this.” The spiral began to rotate faster, and Ginger’s voice seemed to amplify as well. “From now on…” the voice was soothing and kind, the safest thing in the world to listen to. “…You will be my drone.”

Acorn felt herself nodding as her vision was filled with spinning pink hearts, too, and she was lost in the most wonderful sensations as Ginger’s voice filled her mind.

A gentle whooshing sound entered her ears, and she just barely noticed the cloud of pink gas swirling away with every slow exhale she made. “This gas mask will provide you with hypnodisiac gas at all times,” Ginger purred, gently scratching Acorn’s chin. “Every breath in will make you more obedient, and will make you forget more of who you were before now. Every breath out will make you hornier, needier, and more dedicated to the Scouts. It will also make you less and less responsive to your own desires, the more it cycles.” Acorn slowly nodded. She could feel her body begin to ache as the fumes grew, as if her body was longing to do something about the burning heat in her groin, but unable to do it. She felt hot, sticky, itchy…horny.

“Remember what you feel like now,” Ginger cooed, picking up the sash of Acorn’s discarded uniform. “Only I can satisfy this feeling, when I poke you right…here.”

Acorn moaned a lusty moan as the other filly’s hoof kneaded the substantial lump between her legs, sending equal amounts of satisfaction and frustration across her entire body.

“Now…come.”

Acorn stumbled forward as Ginger pulled on a leash attached to a collar that she hadn’t even noticed between the spiral, the hearts, the gas, the bulge, the gripping latex, the urge to obey…everything. She felt herself pushed to sit on the ground, and Ginger Snap followed suit, spreading her hind legs around the drone filly’s as the suggestive spiral continued to spin.

“Now, smile, AC0. It feels good to do as your owner says, doesn’t it?” Acorn nodded, unable to formulate words as her tightly-wrapped lips pulled back from her tightly-wrapped teeth.

“You did sign up for this, after all.” Ginger cooed, pressing a canister of the gas mask down against Acorn’s muzzle before drawing it away once more. Acorn looked on as the spiral turned faster and faster, getting closer to something…somewhere…she couldn’t quite tell. The world began to tilt as she felt her owner knead her bulge again, and everything dissolved into pleasurable, horny frustration.

“You’ll be a good little dronefilly for me, won’t you, AC0?”

AC0 nodded, shuddering as the kneading increased, making her feel even better for her obedience, but never fully satisfying her. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the pink spiral behind the curled rim of the gas mask, the fast propagation of the endless pink heart shapes, and the fluorescent pink gas swirling in the welter of the baby-pink haze that swirled around her head.

AC0 squirmed helplessly as Ginger shifted her weight forwards, and her body began to grind up and down as they both slowly melted to the ground, latex squeaking beneath them as Ginger kept kneading faster and faster.

“Remember that it feels this good to obey me, AC0.” Ginger purred, switching to using her other hoof. “We’ll have you back to being a model scout in no time…~”

AC0 could only moan in response. Her mind was gone, replaced by arousal and obedience. She had a brief moment of awareness of all the latex squeezing her tight, the hypnotic aphrodisiac coursing through her veins, and the infinitely large and growing horny desperation emanating from seemingly everywhere. But it vanished as soon as Ginger Snap pulled on the leash again and whispered in her ear:

“Good drone.”