The Drone Epidemic!

As the hours went by, Applejack sold more and more apples, and more and more ponies turned into ponydrones. Ponies of all ages and genders, the old, the young, the male, the female, all were potential ponydrones regardless. In fact, ponies were going extinct! At the Apple family’s farm, almost everyone had turned into ponydrones, harvesting, converting and selling latex apples. In fact, now Applejack had her older brother, Big McIntosh with her at the stall, together selling latex apples.

With a huge amount of apples, Applejack had to give away the apples, as her stock was increasing fast, and only a few ponies were buying her apples. So, she started giving away the apples, delivering them to various houses around town, leaving Big McIntosh to finally take over the boring job of just standing at the stall and watching both ponies and ponydrones pass by.

Applejack brought a basket of latex apples as she went to every house, knocking on every door.

“Knock knock,” she knocked.

“Yes?” asked Trixie, coming out from the house. “Applejack? Is that you?” she inferred, looking at the basket of apples.

“Huff…puff…”

“My, my, what type of apples are these?”

Applejack took an apple out of the basket and gave it to Trixie, who received and examined it. “Should I try it?”

Applejack nodded, and Trixie bit into it. “Wow! This is delicious! How much are they?”

Applejack handed the basket to Trixie, giving the apples to her. “Wow, thank you so much!” Applejack then left Trixie, to get a new batch of apples.

Trixie, on the other hand, soon found herself quite addicted to the apples, and couldn’t stop eating, until her muzzle was sealed shut by the juices of the apple. “Mmmmpppphhhh!”

She still wanted to eat the apples, but found that she couldn’t. Instead, she found an apple growing on her flank; a bulge! She tried to eat it, and thus rubbed it instead. “Mmmmfff!” she cried in pleasure. She dropped all the apples on the floor, and started rubbing her bulge. As time went on, her mind and body changed to that of a ponydrone, and she was now just a ponydrone sitting at her door sill, pleasuring herself with latex apples scattered around her.

“Hey, Trixie!” called Starlight Glimmer. “How about that magic trick you said you wanted to show me today?”

“Huff… puff…”

“What’s wrong with you? You seem a bit… yellow. And… what exactly are you doing?”

Trixie was holding an apple and using its stem to rub her bulge, but then she handed the apple to Starlight Glimmer, who said, “What? You want me to take this apple? After you rubbed it against your body? I think not.”

“Huff… Puff…”

“You want me to try one?” asked Starlight Glimmer, seeing Trixie pointing at the scattered apples. “Well, if you insist…”

Starlight Glimmer took an apple, looked around it with extreme detail, and took a tiny bite out of it. However, the tiny bite was also enough to get her addicted too, and it wasn’t before long that Trixie and Starlight Glimmer sat on Trixie’s house’s door sill together, rubbing their bulges together, with a few scattered apples around the floor.

While that happened, Applejack went back to the stall, took a new basket of apples, and was off again. This time, she ran into Donut Joe.

“Hey! Are you selling apples?” asked Donut Joe.

Applejack nodded her head, and handed the basket to Donut Joe. “Can I try one? I’ll take one and test it.”

He took a bite out of the apple, and found that it was quite delicious. “Do you have more? I’d like to help you sell these.”

Applejack was happy, and would smile, if she could. She brought him to the stall and pointed. “Wow! That’s a lot of apples. Can I take a barrel with me?”

Big McIntosh looked around the stall, noting the number of barrels. He nodded a yes.

“Thank you so much!” Donut Joe said as he brought the barrel away. “I might come back for more later! Thanks again!”

“Is this the stall that I’ve been hearing about?”

“Yes, madam. This is it.”

“Hello.” greeted Mayor Mare. “I have been hearing of suspicious activity around these parts of late. And I hear that it’s because of your stall. I’ve sent my ponies but none of them have returned yet. So, what do you sell?”

“Huff…puff…” Big McIntosh pointed at a sign hanging slightly above him.

“Apples? Of course I know their apples. But spill the beans. What else do you sell? Sugar? Weed? Horsetails?”

“Yeah, we’ve heard that you’re selling some euphoric drugs, bringing wicked happiness and pleasure to ponies. WE WANT IN,” insisted Mayor Mare’s companion, who seemed like her new assistant, while winking.

“Huff.. puff… huff… puff…” Applejack and Big MacIntosh looked at each other. They took two apples and put them on the counter.

“Apples? Seriously?”

“Madam, maybe it could really be the apples? The apples seem like they’re coated with something… yellow, after all.”

“Alright then. We’ll try it.”

They both started eating the apples, and they finished eating it quickly. “That was great!” they said, feeling a bit of a high, but not realizing what they had just gotten themselves into.

“Another, please!” Mayor Mare asked.

The two of them took another two from Big MacIntosh as Applejack left to find another potential customer. They ate it as before, and they got even higher, with their transformations complete up to their flank. Their cutie marks, tail and hooves were black and their flanks and newly formed bulge were yellow.

“Another, again!” Mayor Mare’s assistant asked, as Mayor Mare found her mouth harder to move.

This time, they could not finish their apples as their muzzles sealed shut and eyes changed into visors.

“Mmmmmppppphhh!” they both moaned as a mohawk grew on each of their heads. They were really high, and they started hallucinating, imagining they had a harem, and they started pleasuring each other. They had finally reached euphoria, just as they wanted.

After taking the apples back to his bakery, Donut Joe was a bit regretful at taking so many as he was having a hard time selling the apples because of their color. So, he had to give out an apple together with each donut instead.

On the other hand, the Method Mares, a famous theatre troupe from Manehattan that had just come into town for the corresponding leg of their tour, had a very bad hair day. Not only did most of their fans not show up, they couldn’t find a suitable place to have lunch. They first went to a cafe, only to find it open but empty, not even the staff were there, and then they went to a bakery, but all the pastries and confections were covered in yellow cream, which they found alien and disgusting. Finally, however, it seemed that their day had gotten a little brighter at least, with the finding of Donut Joe’s donut shop. It seemed that at last, they had something to eat!

“Excuse me, could we please have four chocolate donuts and four cups of coffee? Thank you,” said Method Mare 3.

“Alright, here’s four cups of coffee, four chocolate donuts and four apples.”

“Apples? We didn’t order apples,” said Method Mare 1.

“Well, I’m having a special promotion today,” replied Donut Joe. “One free apple for one donut.”

“What’s it for?”

“Well, promoting these new types of apples, of course! Believe me, they’re delicious.”

“Alright then, we’ll try them.”

After eating their donuts and sipping their coffees, they started to eat the apples. “This is quite delicious!” said Method Mare 2.

“Yeah!”

The Method Mare ate the apples, and with every bite they took, they turned a shade of yellow, until they were completely yellow all over. Outside, their coat had turned yellow, and inside, on the other hand, changes to their organs were happening that they did not realize.

“Do you want to eat with us?” asked Method Mare 4. “These apples are delicious!”

“Sure,” Donut Joe said. So, he also took an apple and started to eat. He then also started changing, just like the Method Mares.

Their lungs turned into air sacs, mainly for carbon dioxide. Their digestive system, once used to make enzymes for digestion, had now become a system used to make latex, and their brains, once just like any other ponies, had turned into a hivemind connector. With their new hivemind, they could not resist doing what it told them to do, even though they still had a part of their old mind. They took more apples from the barrel and ate them.

Before long, their hair had changed into black rubber blocks of mohawks, and their tails and hooves turned black as well. Their coats fused with their yellow skin, turning into rubber. As their minds were gone, they suddenly felt horny and lustful, so they rubbed their bulges. The Method Mares eventually rubbed each other’s bulges, leaving Donut Joe to rub his own bulge. However, he was doing so with a fork, poking around it. Now, Donut Joe’s bakery was doomed.

And so was another bakery nearby, Sugarcube Corner. As one of the rivals to Donut Joe’s bakery, it has always kept a high reputation and standards for its products. Today however, that standard was not met as Mr. and Mrs. Cake scolded Pinkie Pie for the yellow cream.

“What have you done? The cakes are all yellow!”

“We just leave you with the shop for a few hours, and we come back to this!?”

“I am disappointed with you, Pinkie Pie.”

“And what’s with your new yellow suit? You’re supposed to be wearing a white apron. God, fillies’ fashion sense these days.”

“We’ll go upstairs to check on the infants, and you’d better clean up your mess!” And so they went. “AAAHHHH!”

Pinkie Pie heard the cry and immediately went upstairs.

“What have you done to our children? They look… horrendous!”

“Look! There’s the same yellow cream inside their bottles!”

“PINKIE PIE!!! OUT WITH YOU! YOU’RE FIRED!”

Pinkie Pie was kicked out of Sugarcube Corner, leaving her out on the streets. Mr. and Mrs. Cake, however, were examining their infants.

“What happened to them?”

“They’re so… yellow.”

“But are they… our babies?”

They looked around the infants and saw something weird. The infants’ diapers were bulged.

“Did they defecate into their diapers again? Pinkie Pie really forgot to change their diapers, didn’t she?”

They opened up the diapers and saw a small round thing attached to the infants. “What’s this?” asked Mr. Cake.

They touched the bulge and the infants squirmed. “Are you foals feeling ticklish?”

The infants didn’t know what to say, and they couldn’t either.

Their bulges were touched again. “Why aren’t you foals laughing?”

“They don’t have mouths!”

“Agh!”

“But there’s this goop on their muzzles…”

“It’s from the milk bottle!”

“What should we do now…” Mr. and Mrs. Cake pondered.

“Yeah, what should we do? Customers are getting low.” Said Aloe Vera.

“We need some new type of strategy, maybe a promotion?” Said Lotus Blossom.

“Come on, you know those won’t help.”

“Maybe we should just close up for today.”

Knock knock!

“Yes? Who’s there?” said Aloe Vera.

“Oh, an apple seller. You want to sell us some apples, don’t you? Lotus, do you want some apples?”

“I could do with some right about now,” replied Lotus Blossom.

“Alright then, we’ll buy some-”

Applejack handed over the basket of apples. “You’re giving them to me?”

Applejack nodded.

“Thank you so much! In return, do you want to try out our spa?”

Applejack didn’t reply and just left. “Not much of a talker, is she? Oh well, now we got apples!”

“Lotus, we have apples!”

“Aloe, these aren’t apples. Apples are supposed to be red, not yellow.”

“Maybe it’s just waxing? I’ve heard that the apple farmers are working on some kind of waxing technology, to preserve the apples longer.

“Like a spa waxing?”

“I don’t know,” Aloe said, throwing an apple into the spa.

“What did you do that for?”

The water started gaining a yellowish hue as Lotus got into the water to take out the apple.

“It feels… squishy.” Lotus said as she held the apple tightly like a sponge, inadvertently squeezing some of its juice out into the spa.

“How about this apple?” said Aloe as she threw another apple.

“Enough apples!” Lotus took the other apple, and got out of the spa.

“Hey, nice pants!”

“Pants?”

“Yeah, those yellow pants that you’re wearing.”

“And your cutie mark… It looks cool!”

“Cool?” Lotus looked down, and indeed, she saw that her torso had a layer of yellow latex on it, with a black cutie mark of a hazard material symbol.

“Are these… pants?” Lotus tried to pull on her new ‘pants’.

“Wait, they aren’t yours? I thought you were doing some kind of magic trick where you could wear pants underwater.”

“These aren’t pants!!! It’s my skin!”

“What?”

“Let me see.”

Aloe pulled on Lotus’s skin, and “Ow!” cried Lotus in pain.

“This… feels weird.”

“Is it because of the yellow water?”

“Maybe, but what about that bulge?”

“Bulge?” Lotus looked more closely, and indeed, there was a bulge, though not prominent.

“What happens if I press it?”

“No, don’t! Ooooohhhh…” Lotus refuted as Aloe pressed Lotus’ bulge, sending her some signals of pleasure.

“Hmm…”

“What was that? Why… why did I feel that way? Did you just seem… sexier? Ooooohhhhh!”

Aloe pressed Lotus’ bulge again, and Lotus squirmed, as she dropped the apples by accident, and the apples rolled into the spa again.

“I feel… horny!” Lotus said, not realising that her upper flank was also becoming yellow, up to her neck.

“Ooh, a yellow turtleneck shirt!” said Aloe as she pulled Lotus’ skin.

“Ow! What was that for?” Lotus suddenly snapped back into her mind from the pain. “What did you do to me? Why can’t I remember… Wait, where are the apples?”

“They’re in the spa.”

“Not again! I’ll just have to and take them.”

As Lotus did so, she slipped into the spa, causing the yellow spa water to splat everywhere, including on Aloe, who immediately checked on Lotus.

“Lotus! Are you okay?”

“Huff…puff…”

Lotus’s head had changed. Her pink hair was now a black mohawk, her eyes becoming pink glass visors, and her entire sky blue coat was now a shiny yellow. Her muzzle was shut and her cheeks had valves. The only recognizable aspect of her was now her white headband and collar.

“Lotus… Are you okay?”

“Huff… puff…”

Lotus was trying to say something, but she couldn’t.

“What are you trying to say? I have no mouth and I must scream?”

“Mmmmppphhh!” Lotus said loudly as she pointed towards Aloe.

“There’s bits of yellow patches all over me! They look like polka dots!” cried Aloe. “Am I turning into a giraffe?”

“Mmmmppphhh!”

“You’re right, nothing’s happening.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmppppppppphhhhhhhhhh….” Lotus’ sexual tension increased dramatically as she found herself unable to do anything but moan.

Aloe, however, kicked Lotus’ bulge as Lotus tried to get out of the spa. Lotus fell back into the spa, and she cried out, “Mmmmfffffff!”. She had felt a small release.

Lotus then continued touching her own bulge, rubbing it. “Mmmmppppphhhh!” she found herself getting less tense as she finally found release. As she did so, her latex producer became more and more active, producing more and more latex. Soon, she found that latex was pouring out of her valves, filling up the spa with yellow and black goop that mixed together.

“Huff…puff…” Lotus splashed the spa water towards Aloe.

“Ah!” said Aloe. “What are you doing? I’m changing more… where are my spots?”

Aloe looked around her body, seeing that her spots had become large patches that were soon to cover her entire body.

Lotus, who just came out of the spa, looked at Aloe, and pushed her into the spa.

“Help! Nooooooommmmmppppphhhhh….” Aloe screamed for help as she was pushed down by Lotus, causing her to change, and her muzzle to seal up.

“Mmm…mm…m…” Aloe fell into silence as her mind was changed blank, unable to talk or even think.

“Mmmffff…” Aloe walked around Lotus, kicking Lotus’ bulge each round.

Lotus just stood there, doing nothing.

Aloe then kicked Lotus everywhere, kicking her into the spa. She then jumped into the spa herself, and they played around in yellow goop, horny, together.

“Ah, I’m finally back,” said Sunset Shimmer as she walked out of the Crystal Mirror. “Twilight’s place,” she noted as she walked to the door.

“I wonder where Spike is.”

The room was rather tidy, but there was a broom on the floor with a book next to it, opened to the page of “Make a Pony”.

Sunset Shimmer looked at the book and said, “Spike.” Knowing how tidy Twilight liked things to be, she picked up the book and put it on the shelf, and put the broom back in its place, next to the mop and bucket. She then turned to leave, when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” Sunset Shimmer opened the door. “Apples?”

Applejack handed the basket to Sunset Shimmer. “Thanks but no thanks, I’m trying to look for my friends,” Sunset Shimmer said as she exited Twilight’s castle. “Pinkie Pie, Applejack! Where are you?”

Applejack would not give up, and she followed Sunset Shimmer.

First, Sunset Shimmer went to Pinkie Pie’s place, Sugarcube Corner.

“Pinkie Pie!”

“DON’T MENTION THAT NAME!”

“Why? I thought you ponies loved her!”

“We did, but she did something treacherous! Just look at our infants!”

Mrs. Cake showed Sunset Shimmer the infants as they stared into Sunset Shimmer’s soul.

“Uh…”

“They’re all yellow, with black hair, black hooves, and a black tail!”

“Oh. And that was done by Pinkie Pie?”

“Of course! Who else? When we came back, she looked about the same too, all yellow. Speaking of that color, she also turned all our pastries and confections yellow too! Just look at the donuts, the cakes, the pies! All coated with yellow!”

Sunset Shimmer looked around her, and indeed, all the goods were yellow, and she said, “Have you tried them?”

“Tried them? For heaven’s sake, child, no!”

“Why would we?”

“Alright, where’s Pinkie Pie then?” Sunset Shimmer changed the subject.

“We’ve fired her, and kicked her out. She should be outside walking around. Though, you might not recognise her in yellow.”

“Alright then, thank you.” Sunset Shimmer exited the store.

“Did we forget to tell her something?”

“What?”

“The milk bottles.”

“Eh, never mind.”

Applejack, who was hiding, waiting outside Sugarcube Corner, continued following Sunset Shimmer.

Sunset Shimmer then went to Sweet Apple Acres, the home of the Apple family. “Applejack! Big Mac! Sugar Belle!”

The house was deathly quiet, and no one was to be found there. So, she went to the orchard, but no one was there either, but she started hearing sounds. She went to the barn, and she saw Granny Smith, Auntie Applesauce, Sugar Belle (now a ponydrone too), and a few other ponydrones doing something in the barn.

She went closer to examine (but not enough for them to notice her), and she saw them making latex apples. One-by-one, the apples were coated with the latex on the floor of the barn, and they were put into the barrels. Sunset Shimmer waited for a barrel to become full to see what would happen: once a barrel was full, it was brought away by a ponydrone. As the barrel she was observing left, she followed the ponydrone and the barrel.

The ponydrone walked and walked, not noticing Sunset Shimmer following, and soon, they reached the apple stall. The ponydrone dropped off the barrel, and proceeded back to the farm. At this point, Sunset Shimmer realized that something was wrong, and it started with the Apple family, for their whole family were yellow, including Big McIntosh, who was standing in front of her, and that she recognised by his signature yoke.

“Mmmmpppphhhh?” asked Big McIntosh, placing an apple on the counter.

“No thank you.”

“Mmmppphhh?” she suddenly heard a moan behind her. It was the same pony from before, holding the same basket of apples. Seeing the farm and seeing Big McIntosh, she quickly put two and two together, concluding that the ponydrone was Applejack, saying, “You too, Applejack?”

Sunset Shimmer immediately ran away, just to knock into Pinkie Pie.

“Another one?” she said, as she got up.

Trying to act polite, Sunset Shimmer apologized, and helped Pinkie Pie up.

Pinkie Pie then vomited some yellow goop out onto the floor, with Sunset Shimmer narrowly avoiding it.

“Are you okay?”

Pinkie Pie stepped forward and vomited again.

“Ugh!” said Sunset Shimmer, who got latex vomit on her. “I was trying to be helpful here, but see what I get? Ugh! I’m leaving!”

She headed for Twilight’s castle, but little did she realize that as she headed there, she started changing, for with every step, her hooves turned a darker color. When her hooves were completely black, it spread up her legs as they turned yellow, and her tail turned black.

She arrived at the castle with her legs and tail completely transformed, along with the bottom half of her flank. The castle was just as silent as before, but when she opened the door, she was shocked to find some ponydrones inside, doing nothing but standing around the Crystal Mirror.

“Let me go!” she said.

“Squeak!”

“What was that sound?”

“Squeak!”

Sunset Shimmer turned her head around to see Pinkie Pie kicking her.

“Why isn’t it painful?” she asked herself as she realized that what Pinkie Pie was kicking was a yellow rubber bulge. “Agh! I’m yellow!”

As Pinkie Pie kicked more, Sunset Shimmer felt a sense of horniness. “Oh, I like that! Kick me more!”

Pinkie Pie kicked Sunset Shimmer more, and as she did so, the other ponydrones let out latex onto Sunset Shimmer, coating her top flank in yellow goop. Once her top flank was completely yellow, her head was next as her red and yellow mane turned into a black mohawk. Her eyes turned into light blue visors as her muzzle was sealed by latex dropped by the ponydrones. Her mind was fading away with every high she got from the kicks.

“Mmmmffff! Mmmmppphhh!” Sunset Shimmer was still getting kicked, but she was getting kicked more and more to the front, getting closer and closer to the mirror, as the ponydrones blocking the mirror moved away. With one last kick, Sunset Shimmer reached an unforgettable high as at the same time, she was kicked into the mirror. With the high, she forgot that she was ever a pony, and was now a complete ponydrone, though not for long.

In the mirror, as everypony turned into a human form of themselves, so did every ponydrone. First, her black front hooves lifted off the ground, and her body lengthened and straightened, converting her from a quadrupedal to a bipedal. Then, her tail shortened and basically disappeared, leaving a black spot at the spot of her tailbone. Her muzzle shortened and her pony ears changed into human ears. Her valves remained at her cheeks, and her visors became slightly smaller. Her face just had two visors and one nose, though her nose had no nostrils. Atop her head remained the mohawk, though a bit bigger.

With her body changing to look more like a human, her black front hooves changed into black hands, akin to gloves, the black only being on her hand, while the rest of her arm starting from her wrist was yellow. Her black hind hooves that she was now standing on morphed into black boots, with soles on the bottom. They looked like black rain boots, but they were actually a part of her legs, the rest of which were yellow.

At her pelvis, or more specifically at her pubic symphysis, she had a bulge at the front, and at the side of each of her buttocks, she had the black hazmat radioactive sign. Above her butt was a single black circle, reminiscent of her tail. With her spine slightly arched and her body slightly slimmed into an hourglass figure, she looked more and more like a teenage girl, and thus two new bulges also appeared on her chest, both larger than the one on her pelvis, and touching them, she felt more sexually aroused from them than her pelvic bulge.

Now a yellow and black humandrone, she twirled around on her newly formed boots, adjusting to them as she looked around her new body. Of course, her new body did not startle her, as it was already quite obvious to her as a ponydrone that she would turn into a humandrone through the mirror, but it being the first time she did so, invoked a sense of curiosity in the ponydrone, no, humandrone. Once the transformation was done, the magic of the Crystal Mirror opened a portal, allowing her to arrive at Canterlot High School, where trouble was going to ensue.

In Twilight’s castle, though, the ponydrones started having a party, pleasuring each other. Some rubbed their own bulges, some kicked each other, some used their muzzles on each other's bulges, some stood in a circle and kicked each other in sequence; they were all indulging themselves in pleasure! And so, Ponyville was doomed to be a red light city, with a lot, if not all, of the ponies turned into horny ponydrones.

To be continued...