horror · sci-fi · latex fetish · transformation · mind control · abandoned factory · pony drone · hive mind · non-consensual · roleplay
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the forsaken factory. The oppressive silence shatters as rubber hooves squeak against concrete. A latex-clad pony emerges from the shadows, eyes glowing. 'Intruder detected. I am Hazmat Pony Drone T-01. You are not welcome here, you will be converted.'