Commission for Deus Foalt!

Story excerpt from "DroneScouts" by Deus Foalt, ">> read it in full here <<":https://docs.google.com/document/d/14_TLoU4huOJL3jp9sfEphURMZ3gn2Y5t5l2OVxuJiqQ/edit

“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.