“Ooohh…” Applejack felt like her head was stuck in a clamp. Had she stayed up drinking cider late last night? Her back felt like she had slept in a barn on some particularly hard hay. 
	As she slowly woke herself up, she realized that she didn’t know where she was. At first she thought it was the middle of the night, but instead her eyes were covered. At first she thought she was laying down, but instead she was sitting up straight. At first she thought she was keeping her hands crossed on her belly, but instead she realized she couldn’t move them. 
	Applejack tried to stand up, only to be stopped by a tight suit wrapped around her. Her arms were stuck folded over her chest, while her legs felt like they were stuck together. The suit was made of a soft material that squeaked slightly whenever she moved. It was so tight around her that she didn’t even notice it until now. From her feet to her head, she was encased in latex. It gripped her thighs, clung around her breasts, and was so tight that she couldn’t even open her jaw. Even her head was locked in place.
	“MMmmmmm!” She screamed. Her cry of anger only came out as a muffled moan, to her frustration. What was going on? How did she end up here? Where was she? And who was behind this? 
	“Hello, I am glad you are awake.” A familiar voice said. “I’m...so happy to finally see you like this.” 
	“Hmpf? Mmmm!” Applejack could not believe that it was Twilight speaking to her. Was it someone pretending to be her? 
	“Please do not resist.” Twilight’s voice said. She sounded calm, neutral, almost bored. Where was the passion and love in her voice? “I...I...I...can’t wait until it’s done…” 
	Applejack felt something placed over her head, like a pair of earmuffs, but tighter. The bondage was so restrictive that she couldn’t even shake them off of her head. 
	“It’s a shame, I liked Applejack…” Twilight said. “...But if Mistress says you have no right to exist, I will delete you for her.” 
	“Hm? Hmmmm!” Applejack did not like the sound of that. She flexed her muscles as hard as she could, using every bit of force in her body. Years and years of working on a farm had given her muscles any earth pony could be jealous of. She could always easily rip clothes off to show off her body. Her incredible arms, her amazing six pack, her firm behind, they have never failed her before. Until today. She realized she was out of breath as her muscles loosened. 
	“Good. Mistress said to let you tucker yourself out first, before the brainwashing begins.” Twilight said. “There is no reason not to start now.” Twilight put a hand on the headset around Applejack’s ears, and pushed a button. 
	“In sameness, there is peace.” A familiar voice said. “Exceptionalism is a lie. Free yourself from your cutie mark.” The voice droned on and on in a firm tone, with a strange static sound low enough to not cover the voice. 
	At that moment, Applejack knew it was Starlight Glimmer. It all made sense now. The kidnapping, the bondage, the equality. Had Starlight shown her true colors, and had she already got Twilight? The thought made her try and rip the suit off of her again, to the same effect. 
	“Choose equality as your special talent. Difference is frustration. To excel is to fail.” The voice recording continued. 
	Applejack groaned. After she was locked in that room with that voice repeating over and over again, she would hear it for up to a week after. At least then she had a room to pace in, friends to talk to, and a bed to rest in. Here, however, there was nothing but the voice and the latex suit. 
	“Be your best by never being your best. Conformity will set you free. Accept your limitations, and happiness will follow. You're no better than your friend. In sameness, there is peace."
	Applejack huffed. Now the audio would loop for hours and hours, and she had no idea how long she would hear that smug brat’s voice over and over again. Just like last time, the boredom was the worst part. She just had to think about something, anything, to keep herself busy. The audio would get her when she just let her mind go blank and listen. 
	“Exceptionalism is a lie. Free yourself from your cutie mark.” 
	Applejack pictured herself getting the apples from her farm. She saw the tall trees reaching the sky, the bright red apples, even felt the crisp fall air. She tugged the big baskets of apples to the barn. 
	“Choose equality as your special talent. Let your existence fade to nothing.” 
	Applejack saw herself washing off the apples, organizing them by size and color, and putting them up in boxes. She imagined herself going back and forth again and again. Collect apples,clean apples, sort apples. The work was repetitive, easy, and satisfying. 
	“Difference is frustration. To excel is to fail. You do not feel emotions.” 
	The motions were so easy to do just automatically. Over and over and over again, just letting her body in the motions. Move at a steady pace, don’t push yourself to exhaustion, but never slack off. 
	“Be your best by never being your best. Conformity will set you free. Obeying is easier than thinking. A personality just gets in the way.” 
	She didn’t think it was weird that there was always more work to do. She didn’t think it was strange that she was alone. She didn’t think it was weird that she was wearing a latex suit. Or...did she? 
	“Accept your limitations, and happiness will follow. Choose the simple life of obeying. Thoughts only get in the way.” 
	Was that right? The mantra last time wasn’t the same, was it? Ap...Apple...The pony found it really hard to focus. She was still working, that was easy enough to do without thinking, but there was an odd tension in her chest. 
	“You will never feel great joy. You will never feel great despair. You will only be blank forever. You are no better than your friends.” 
	Applejack tried to shake her head, but once again it was locked in place. It felt so real, her musing of a better time working on her farm, but this sick reality was seeping into it. She could practically see the bright colors slowly fade away, leaving nothing but the black void. 
	She felt like swearing. This place was getting to her. Now that she was back in reality, it dawned on her how sore she was. She wanted to stretch out, to go for a run, to lift something heavy, to do anything. Instead she sat there, the thick layer of latex clinging to every inch of her body. The worst part was how normal it started to feel, as if it was a second layer of skin. It was almost like she couldn’t feel anything, as the latex was blocking off the air and temperature of the room. Was she truely locked away somewhere, or was she trapped in some kind of strange void? 
	“In sameness, there is peace. You don’t have a personality. Exceptionalism is a lie. Feel yourself lose everything.” 
	No, it wasn’t sitting here, it was the voice. These new lines, the static, some kind of magic, they were doing something to her. In that moment, she deflated. Even if it was doing this to her, what could she do? The restraints were too strong, and if Twilight lost to the brainwashing, what chance did she have? 
	Her gut twisted in pain. What had happened to Twilight? Did she meet the same fate? Was she sad, or hurt? And what was happening to the rest of her friends? Would they be wrapped up in this ridiculous thing and told over and over again? And how would their minds hold out? 
	“You are no better than your friends. Nothing makes you happier than being the same.  Choose equality as your special talent. Free yourself from your cutie mark. Personalities only get in the way.” 
	She pictured Pinky Pie doing some silly dance after having some cake. She pictured Rainbow Dash going fast enough that it was hard to keep up with her. She pictured Fluttershy and her incredible kindness, Rarity with her exquisite taste, even little Spike with his helpfulness. Then Twilight Sparkle with her intelligence. What would they be without those?
“Difference is frustration. You have no choice but to be the same. You have no personality. To excel is to fail.” 
“You can do it!” She imagined Rainbow dash saying. She rose a fist in the air, her expression loud and fiery. 
“It will all be okay, it always is!” Fluttershy smiled in such a beautiful way. 
“Honestly, I don’t know why you’re worried.” Rarity flicked her exquisite hair back. “As long as we’re friends, we’ll always come through!” 
“Yeyeyeah!” Pinky was jumping up and down. “Come on, hurry up! I really want to see you again.” 
“Yes.” Twilight Sparkle said. “Submit, so you can finally be free.” If it was Twilight, it was hard to tell. Clinging to her body was a jet black latex suit. 
“You are no better than your friends. You do not exist. Personalities only cause suffering. There is peace in nonexistence.” 
Twilight...or...whoever it was...stood over the pony. Her  face was covered in a soft layer of latex, making her features indistinguishable. Her eyes were sunk in, her mouth was covered, and the only other thing on her face was a zipper over her mouth. She looked like a kinky latex gimp. The lifeless eyes seemed to be infinitely deep and empty, as if it was a corpse staring right at her. 
The suit was so tight that it left little to the imagination. Her breasts were so well defined they looked much larger than they were out of the suit. Her hips looked curvy, her arms looked slick, and the cock between her legs were very easy to see as a round bulge between her legs. 
“Be your best by never being your best. Feel yourself fade away. Becoming nothing is exciting.” 
“Be nothing with us, drone.” Twi...the drone said. 
“Yes. Be nothing with us.” The ponies in the room were no longer bright colors and exciting movements, but still standing ponies that simply stared right at her. She could possibly remember who was standing where, but if they moved around slightly, it would be impossible. “Be nothing. Be nothing. Be nothing.” 
“In sameness, there is peace. Exceptionalism is a lie. Personalities only get in the way.” 
The pony didn’t understand why she felt so hot between her legs. Her eyes went from the curvy hips, the busty breasts, and the emotionless faces staring at her. She needed to push back, she couldn’t let Starlight win. 
The ponies, or drones, were rubbing their hands against her. The sounds of rubber latex squeaking together was so loud, but it never downed out the voice. They hugged her, they grinded against her, they spanked her. Her body was explored and violated and pressed against. It all felt so good. 
“You are just an object. There is no need to respect you. You do not exist. Choose equality as your special talent.” 
Her friends, or whatever they were, faded away again. The pony tried desperately to keep any thoughts out of her head. They were just so painful. She would sit in the darkness here, and just try desperately to hold on. 
	The pony felt herself start to yawn, only for her deep breath to force its way out of her nose. Her jaw being sealed shut was so obnoxious, but not as exhausting as being forced to sit up straight. How long had she been here? Could have been hours, but she wasn’t hungry enough for it to have been days, and she would believe it if someone told her it was months. 
	“In sameness, there is peace. You do not exist. Exceptionalism is a lie. You do not want or fear anything.” 
	She found herself trying to sleep, only to find it impossible with the words constantly playing in her ears. Her eyelids were getting so heavy, her head was muddled with the words and images, her body was at its limit. 
	“Free yourself from your cutie mark. Choose equality as your special talent. Feel your ego disappear. There is nothing you will refuse.” 
	Only for the voice to jerk her back awake. She wanted to scream, to cry, and shout, yet all she could do was sit and listen….sit and listen...listen and obey. 
	The pony bit her tongue. She wouldn’t break that easily, she couldn’t! She had all of her friends waiting for her! She couldn't lose herself. She couldn’t give in. She couldn’t listen and obey. She couldn’t lose herself. She couldn’t accept her brainwashing. 
	No, no, no! She couldn’t lose focus like that. She thought about everything that mattered to her. She thought about her friends...her family...her…her...
	No matter how hard the pony thought, she couldn’t form a picture in her head of the friends that mattered so much to her. Everything from their faces, their cutie marks, even their colors were fading from her memory. Only featureless blobs of grey. 
	“Everything inside of you is fading away. Feel everything start to disappear. Your mind is becoming blank and empty.” 
	The pony wished for it all to stop. She saw every person, every feature, every sensation start to melt away. Her life lost all of its luster, leaving it all dull and boring. She knew that she loved these memories, she knew it was all the brainwashing, she knew it was all a lie, but she slowly found it harder and harder to want to go back to it. Was her old life...dull? Was she really happy with her...friends? Would she be happier just sitting here, and listening to the brainwashing…? 
	“Difference is frustration. To excel is to fail. Lose yourself into equality. Individuality can only cause pain.” 
	She let herself to simply listen. Thinking about her past was so painful, so hard, so confusing. The words weren’t as offensive to her as they were before. Why was she so upset at them? Being the same sounds nice...it sounds peaceful…
	The pit in her chest was back, but she realized that it wasn’t painful. It was simply empty. It was blank. It was nothingness. She let it engulf her. 
	“Feel your personality disappear. You do not exist.” 
	“Equality is your special talent. Difference is frustration.” 
	“Personalities only get in the way.” 

	Twilight Sparkle gently pulled open the door to the cell. The door creaked loudly in the dungeon, and despite the fact that nobody would hear it, she didn’t like how loud it was. It had been three days since Applejack...Since the drone had started it’s training. She would become Starlight Glimmer’s first drone, but after the success, she would not be the last. 
	The drone was still right where Twilight had left her, sealed away in a sitting position on the bench in the back of the cell. Arms folded over her chest, back straight against the wall, with the headphones gripping her head. Twilight’s cock twitched as she looked at her. 
	The latex was a dark ink black. It was almost a layer of skin, curving around her supple thighs, her heavy breasts, and muscular arms. Earth ponies always had a girth to them that fascinated Twilight. The only color on it was a zipper over its mouth, and another around it’s flank and pussy.  She had wanted the latex to match Applejack’s brown skin, with even a copy of her cutie mark on her flank, but Queen Starlight had said no. 
	“She will be the first in an army of drones, my sweet Twilight.” She had said, carelessly lounging on her throne. “She needs to be identical. She will have no individuality, no markings of who she is, and once we have an army of them, you will not be able to tell one from the other.” 
	Twilight didn’t know if that made her sad or excited. She had betrayed her friend, altered her forever, and now she couldn’t help but get hard at the idea of it. 
	She stared at her for almost a minute, finding reaching forward impossible. She knew Applejack wouldn’t object, she knew that even if her mind was still intact, that there was nothing she could do. And yet, she wanted to play with her friend Applejack, not the empty drone. 
	Twilight gently pulled the headphones off. “Hey...can you hear me?” She asked. 
	The pony inside the latex made a single grunt sound, and gently nodded her head. 
	“Do you...remember how you got here?” She asked. 
	Another grunt, and a shake of the head side to side. 
	“Can I…” Twilight pushed through the lump in her chest. “Touch you...all over?” 
	Another grunt, and a nod of the head. 
	Twilight’s hands shot forward, grabbing Applejack’s full breasts. Her boobs were always impressive, if not as impressive as the royal alicorns. Seeing her all sweaty after a hard day’s work was always a treat. Now she would work hard every minute of her life in the castle, and Twilight could admire and play with her whenever and however she liked. 
	She used what little magic she had left to undo the binding that was keeping Applejack in that awkward pose. “Stand up, drone.” 
	The drone pushed itself up, before almost falling over. It had not eaten, drank, or switched positions for almost sixty hours, so that was to be expected. Despite how exhausted it was, it stood at attention, just as ordered. Short of some occasional wobbling and shaking, it did it’s best. 
	Twilight did not ask as she rubbed the earth pony’s rump, touching the muscular rear that she had wanted for years. The squeaky sound that the latex made as relentlessly rubbed and squished was tantalizing, and the drone’s complete and utter lack of resistance was a sight to behold. 
	She pressed the rear, spread it, even spanked it, and Applejack did not react. She made no sound, didn’t move other than involuntary twitches from exhaustion, and seemed to get no pleasure or pain from any of it. She was a blank slate, and it was Twilight’s job to carve into it. First, however, Twilight needed something. 
	“Get on your knees, drone.” Twilight pulled out her penis, which was as stiff and hard as ever. 
	The drone dropped to her knees, making an alarming sound as her tibias slammed onto the hard concrete floor. Once again, if this hurt, she gave no sign of it. 
	Twilight unzipped the drone’s mouth, and saw just a teeny bit of the dark yellow skin under, the only hint of Applejack that the drone would ever have. The mouth was lazily hanging open, seemingly unable to muster the will to keep it closed. 
	Twilight pressed her penis into the drone’s maw, almost surprised when she didn’t react to it. “Gosh...I could hit you with a hammer and you would almost not notice…” 
	Despite not being gagged, the drone made a small grunt sound before nodding her head. 
	“Suck my cock, drone. No teeth, don’t gag, and make sure I cum.” Twilight said. She had stroked herself for the last three days imagining herself holding her down, stuffing her cock inside of her former friend Applejack as her mind is slowly erased, something that her Queen encouraged. 
	“I’ve seen how you’ve looked at her, Twilight, my sweet.” Queen Starlight said at dinner last night. She let the new castle whores Luna and Celestia worship her cock. They knelt under the table as they licked and kissed Starlight’s impressive cock. “You want to see her broken, you want her to look betrayed, you want her to be furious at you as you fill her pussy with your cock.” 
	Twilight had denied it, of course. Refusing her Queen was hard, but admitting what a pervert she had become since her brainwashing was even harder. She wished she could muster the courage to rape Applejack at least once before her mind was gone, and while the horrible feeling of betrayal was what made it so hot, it was that very thing that stopped her. Now that Applejack was gone forever, she could fuck her as much as she liked. 
	The drone, while it’s memories were gone, seemingly had much of its muscle memory intact. She skillfully twisted her tongue around Twilight’s horse cock as she sucked away. 
	“Oh gosh…” Twilight moaned. Her hands gripped the back of the drone’s head, trying to grasp hair that wasn’t there. The drone’s throught seemed incapable of gagging or resisting as she thrust inside of it’s throat. “Wuh...wait...Stop sucking.” 
	As soon as the word’s left Twilight’s mouth, the drone stopped. The cock simply twitched and laid on it’s relaxed tongue. Twilight gently pulled out. 
	“Lay on your back...Spread your legs…” Twilight said. 
	Another grunt, nod, and the drone did. It’s body looked so perfect in the dark cell, illuminated by only a single lantern hung on the wall. The light reflected against the shiny latex of it’s new skin. The light reflected like small pupils in the drone’s otherwise blank eyes. It’s breasts hung over it’s chest as they slowly raised and lowered with each slow and gentle breath. 
	Twilight’s hands started to explore the spot between the drone’s legs. She rubbed so hard that it probably hurt the drone, but Twilight didn’t care. What did it matter if she hurt an object? She tugged open the zipper, revealing the pussy hidden underneath. Twilight climbed over the drone, lining her cock with the vagina. She looked deep in the black pitches that used to be eyes, now locked in darkness forever. She thrust forward quickly and aggressively, wanting to fill her with alicorn cum. She imagined seeing Applejack begging for mercy, wishing to go back to normal, begging to not have her brain erased. She imagined the earth pony too weak to struggle, screaming for mercy, fighting the urge to give in. She wanted to feel Applejack slowly start to cry as she stopped struggling, letting Twilight, her own friend, pump inside of her. 
	Instead, the drone sat there, letting it’s pussy be pumped again and again. It made no sound, no motion, seemingly it’s heart rate wasn’t even increasing. Emotion was now impossible forever for it, only capable of listening to orders. 
	That thought pushed Twilight over the edge. She felt her cock pulse and shot hot cum inside of the drone’s cunt. She let her weight fall onto the drone, feeling their breasts press against each other. The smooth latex feeling was so smooth and soft, that she wouldn’t mind sleeping with the drone forever. 
	She pulled her cock out, now it was soft and much smaller. She was spent. The temptation to rest right there on the floor with the compliant drone was very powerful, but she had work to do. First she would need to feed and water the drone. Then she would need to use magic to clean it under it’s new skin. After that the training would begin, things like cleaning, serving food, and even cooking would be hard without eyesight, but not impossible. After that, she would bind it again overnight with the same mantra repeating in it’s ears over and over again, to make sure it stuck forever. Maybe she would even sleep in the same bed with it. All the same, she stood up. 
	“Come along drone. We have a busy day ahead of us.” Twilight said.
	The drone grunted, and obeyed.