The Drone Epidemic!

Once the CMPs were done with Rarity, they headed off to find a new victim, but Scootaloo just scooted off from Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. They didn’t care, and the pair just headed off to Applejack’s barn.

Once they arrived, they found barrels of apples waiting for them in the stall that were going to be brought to the Apple Stand in Sweet Apple Acres to be sold. Seeing the abundance of apples, the two CMPs were ready to make toffee, no, latex apples.

With all their strength, the two ponies pushed down a barrel of apples, causing them to fall over, all the apples falling out. With quick haste, the ponies started leaking latex out of their bodies and spilling it onto the floor, covering the apples. Once the floor was covered with yellow, they rolled all the apples around in the liquid, turning them yellow and rubbery. Rubber apples they now had, one full barrel of them, as they picked the apples up to put back into the barrel.

Time for another barrel, as they pushed down another barrel of fresh red apples, that is, until they noticed Applejack. “What’re ya sweet fillies doin’ in mah barn?” she said in her Texan accent, after seeing the two CMPs in the barn.

“Eww, what yellow liquid is that? What’d ya fillies spill? Who's ya?” she asked and asked, feeling rather curious and disgusted by the spillage.

The CMPs, seeing her being panicky, looked at each other, then pushed a latex apple in the direction of Applejack.

“An apple? A yellow apple?” she asked, not daring to touch it.

She looked at the CMPs, and they nodded their heads, indicating that they wanted Applejack to try it.

“Ya sure? I don even knaw who ya are!”

The CMPs then started going forwards toward Applejack, who in response, said, “Alright, alright! I’ll try the apple! If ya insist!” She picked up the apple, mumbling, “Ugh, fillies nowadays, so pushy!”

Holding the apple, she found it to be rather perfect, with a smooth, soft texture, not unlike an artificial apple. Holding it tighter, she found it to be flexible and squishier and more elastic than normal apples. Looking around the apple, Applejack hesitated.

One of the CMPs, impatient, took a yellow apple and put it to her sealed mouth, showing Applejack. “Alright then,” said Applejack as she took a bite from the apple. “Mmm!” said Applejack, enjoying the apple. “This is actually quite tasty!” Applejack took another bite.

“Soup’s up! Hey, Applejack, are you stealin’ apples?” Granny Smith asked, coming to see what all the commotion was about.

“Hey, Grandma! These two fillies gave me this apple, and it’s quite delicious! Do you want to try one?”

“Of course it’s delicious!” said Granny Smith. “It’s our own apples, our blood, sweat and tears! Hey, who are they anyway?”

“I don’t know either.”

“And you’re receiving food from strangers? Though… one of them seems mighty familiar…”

“Like you said, it’s our apples.”

“What’s that yellow liquid?”

“Hmm, their blood, sweat, and tears?”

“Ugh!” Granny Smith shrieked. “Anyway, just remember to clean up after, okay?”

“Ok-Mmmmffff!” Applejack replied halfway, finding that her mouth was sealed shut. Around her lips was a yellow liquid, the juice of the apples, that sealed them shut fast.

“What’s happened!?” asked Granny Smith. “I told you not to accept food from strangers.”

“Mmmmffff!”

“Alright, alright! I’ll go get a scissors or a doctor or something, you just wait here,” said Granny Smith as she left Applejack with the CMPs.

“Mmmmmfffff!” cried out Applejack once more, as she noticed that it was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. “Huff, puff, huff, puff,” she started panting. Soon, she collapsed on the ground, unconscious.

At this point, the CMPs who actually were bored with Applejack and Granny Smith’s dialogue and carried on making latex apples had finished with all the apples, except three. The three being the cutie mark of Applejack.

The CMPs had noticed the three apples and thought that they were real apples. So, they pushed the unconscious Applejack into the yellow spillage on the ground, and rolled her around, covering her in the same liquid that made the latex apples. They however soon realised that she wasn’t an apple, but they couldn’t care less.

Applejack was slowly turning latex, and as she was being shaken around, she eventually awoke to see the CMPs closer to her than ever. She tried to stand up but, in a hurry, she slipped again. Trying to make light of the situation, she tried to look around, but found that she could not move her eyes.

The CMPs, seeing her awake, rolled her on her front, so that her back was facing upwards.

“Mmmmffff!” she felt herself subjugated, as the CMPs stepped on her.

“Mmmmpph!” she started to feel a sort of pleasure.

As the CMPs jumped and hopped on her, her bulge was being rubbed against the floor, giving her a sense of indescribable pleasure, except by - “Mmmmpppph!”

After a few cries of pleasure, the CMPs helped her sit up and Applejack started rubbing her own bulge, changing her mind in the process. But she did not care, seeing the CMPs rubbing their own bulges as well, she felt happy to be accompanied by friends in her new hobby, bulge-rubbing.

It wasn’t long before her mind completely changed, just for Granny Smith and the help she brought - Auntie Applesauce to see Applejack rubbing her own bulge, not even noticing their arrival.

“Applejack, what in tarnations are you doing?” cried Granny Smith. “What haste apples wrought?”

“Apples?” asked Auntie Applesauce. “You can’t blame our apples.”

“Can’t I? Just look at poor little Applejack, doing… whatever she’s doing.”

“Is that really Applejack?”

“Can’t you recognise her?”

“She’s all yellow.”

“It’s Applejack alright, I left her her- wait, that’s right, why is she all yellow!? Quick, Auntie, hand me that scissors! You hold her down and I’ll cut off that ugly hair of hers.”

“I’m not doing that!” cried Auntie Applesauce.

“Why not? It’s for sweet Applejack!”

“Do ya really think I’d step into that pile of ominous yellow liquid?”

“Umm, yeah?”

“Hell nah! We gotta lasso her out of there,” said Auntie Applesauce. “Now, where’s a lasso? Ah, there’s one!” She picked up Applejack’s lasso.

“A one, two, three!” Applejack was lassoed and pulled, though showing no signs of caring at all.

“Now do your business!” said Auntie Applesauce as she pounced on Applejack.

Immediately, Granny Smith took the scissors and cut off a part of Applejack’s mohawk.

“What do you think?” asked Granny Smith. “Much better now, don’t ya think?”

“Better? She’s still doing this weird stuff!”

“Oh, alright. Again!” Granny Smith cut off more of the mohawk.

“Ugh, give me that!” said Auntie Applesauce as she took over the scissors. “Hey, why are your hooves black?”

“Black?”

Granny Smith looked down in horror to find her hooves black. “Your scissors too! And your hoof!”

Auntie Applesauce looked at her hoof that was holding the scissors and exclaimed, “Great apple tree! This will not stop me!” Still holding the scissors, she poked Applejack with the scissors, just for the scissors to be stuck fast to the liquid that flowed out slowly from the hole that she poked.

As she tried to pull out the scissors, she found it to be stuck, unmovable. Soon, it was absorbed completely by the yellow liquid, and that yellow liquid crept up Auntie Applesauce as well. Slowly but surely, Auntie Applesauce felt a tingling feeling, and she soon realized that she was stuck as well. “Help me, Granny! I’m stuck!”

Granny Smith, busy with her transformation, heard the cry for help and turned towards Auntie Applesauce, revealing her new visors. “Ah! What has happened to you!?”

“Huff…puff…huff…puff…”

Auntie Applesauce cried as she said, “I don’t want to become a … mmmffff!”

Granny Smith, halfway complete, looked at Auntie Applesauce, whose mouth had just closed shut. With a ‘pop’, a mohawk appeared on her head, and a bulge appeared on Granny Smith, who proceeded to rub it as Applejack did before.

“Mmmmffff!” Auntie Applesauce tried to say, but to no avail. Granny Smith was a goner, and indeed, before long, she was ready to help the CMPs with more latex apples.

With Auntie Applesauce still stuck, there was nothing she could do, but to wait for the transformation to complete itself and hope she could escape. Even though for others it felt like an instant, for her, it felt like an eternity as all she could do was stand up and wait, while watching Applejack rubbing her own bulge.

“Mmmmmpph!”

Auntie Applesauce felt the tingling sensation climb up into her mind and could not resist it. With each touch, she was losing it, and by the tenth, she was ready to get loose from Applejack and help with the latex apples.

After showing Granny Smith, Auntie Applesauce their latex apple making process, the CMPs and Applejack then brought the latex apples they made to the market to sell, waiting for more victims.

To be continued...