The Drone Epidemic!

At another place in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash was busy reading a book in a cafe. In fact, she was so busy that she did not realize what Spike and Cheerilee were doing to the ponies at the cafe, until Scootaloo arrived.

“Squirts, is that you?” Rainbow Dash asked the CMP.

“Pant…huff…”

“What in the rainbow's name are you wearing? You’ve lost your colors.”

“Pant…huff…”

“What sounds are you making? Oh, you must be thirsty. Here, have a cup of tea. It’s on me,” she said to the CMP as she made her way to the counter. “I would like a cup of tea, please.”

She waited for the pony at the counter to pour her cup of tea, but he filled it only halfway before he was transformed into a ponydrone as well.

“Is that it?” she asked, not satisfied with the amount. She waited a while longer, but the pony did not respond. Growing impatient, she stood up on her chair and found the pony behind the counter, now a ponydrone, rubbing his bulge.

Rainbow Dash is disgusted by the act and pretends not to see him and instead she pours the milk. With the milk in hand, she returned to the table where she left Scootaloo at, still standing up beside the table.

“Oh, please sit down!” Rainbow Dash said as she placed the cup of tea on the table. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, the waiter is acting really weird and lewd today.”

“Huff…Puff…”

“Oh! Please, help yourself,” Rainbow Dash said as she opened up her book and continued to read.

Upon hearing that, Scootaloo helped herself - to her bulge. She started rubbing it, just like the waiter did.

“What’s that squeaky noise?” asked Rainbow Dash. “It’s quite annoying.”

She continued reading her book, to eventually ask, “Damn that noise! Is that you, squirts?” She finally took her head out of the book, looking straight at Scootaloo.

“Ugh! By ‘help yourself’, I did not mean that! You’re a disgrace, you know?”

Scootaloo didn’t care. And neither did the other ponydrones in the cafe.

“Ahhhmmmm!”

Everypony in the cafe had transformed into pony drones, except for Rainbow Dash, who was being held tight by the other pony drones. “Mmmmm!” Her mouth was gagged with a tablecloth, her front hooves were tied up with the curtains, and so were her hind hooves as well.

With a drop of latex, Scootaloo was ready to make dronification tea with the milk given by Rainbow Dash. As she stirred, the latex melted into the tea, giving off a faint transparent yellow color, with yellow and black bobas inside the tea.

“Huff…” Scootaloo opened Rainbow Dash’s gag.

“Help me, Scootaloo!” cried Rainbow Dash, finally being able to talk. “Get me out of here! Wait, you’re one of them, aren’t you?” asked her as she saw Scootaloo slowly bringing the cup towards Rainbow Dash’s face.

“I will never drink that, I tell youaaaah!” Her mouth was forced open by the waiter.

“Glug…glug…glug…” The dronification tea was poured down Rainbow Dash’s throat.

“Ugh… That tasted… great? It definitely didn’t taste as bad as I thought… Uhh, I feel hot…”

As her cutie mark slowly turned black and round, a circular bulge grew out as well. “This thing? Now I have one too?”

She looked around and saw all the yellow ponies around her. They all had the same bulge and cutie mark as her, and even though she couldn’t quite recognize who they were, they somehow felt like a family to her.

“I feel… love! Hot! Hot love! Lust! Horn! Horny!” she said, as her mind bent towards that of a ponydrone. “Must touch! Help! Must touch, no, rub bulge! Must punch bulge!” she cried for help as being tied up, she could not touch her bulge.

“Must touch! Must escape! Must get out and touch it!” Rainbow Dash cried out, violently shaking the chair that she was tied to. “Help me, squirts! Help me, family! Hel—” her mouth sealed shut and her eyes became visors, a black mohawk grew on her head.

“Mmmpppph!” she cried out, still yearning for help. “Mmmmmpphhhant…. Pant… puff…huff…” Valves had fully grown on her face, and she was unable to call for help anymore, and she stopped moving violently. She accepted that she was never going to touch the bulge, even though it felt really miserable not being able to.

Once she was complete, the ponydrones in the cafe released her, only for her to lie down on the floor, bulge facing down.

“Huff…puff…” came a ponydrone, pointing and then rubbing his bulge.

“Pant…” said Rainbow Dash as she began to move her body up and down rapidly, her bulge squishing and squelching against the floor, gaining her a great amount of pleasure, but that was not enough for her, as she just continued on and on non-stop. One by one, the ponydrones left, and Scootaloo was the last one. Scootaloo just panted goodbye, but Rainbow Dash didn’t care, and she, now a complete ponydrone, was doomed to pleasure, or ‘help’ herself indefinitely, alone in the cafe.

To be continued...