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Rise of the Drone Empire END
"Unf..." Celestia grunted as she dropped to one knee, her arm raised in defiance to the assault from the dronified Twilight Sparkle. The barrier of bright pink light could barely resist the impact of a falling star before turning away the assailant witha twist of her wrist.
Before she could even counter the focused attack, Celestia had to twist her body and bat away the energetic beam of transforming power before it could strike her. Tiny lightning bolts of corruption fired all around as she forced more of her magic to the act of defending herself. Throwing one arm into the air and slamming, reluctantly, into the jaw of her mindless sister took a tiny bit of her focus away from the situation around her. How many more of the drones, the weaker lesser creatures, would come to attack as she fended off the princesses of moon and magic? Her power might have taken down a dozen, a hundred, of those pawns but she never knew if she would have the force behind her blows to keep fighting.
Another shot missed its mark, crashing into the nearest wall and showering her with rubble. Shards of golden fabric fell to the ground as her barrier was broken from within, the attack from behind shattering the gem-like surface. It was strong on the outside but not within.
"This isn't... good..." The regal equine muttered, standing tall before her sister and student. The approaching shadows weren't the threat and, if she played herself right, she could maybe fight them off and escape. Her people needed her to fight another... day...
Thump thump thump.
Celestia's eyes went as wide as the moon above when she felt two pairs of hands immediately lock around her arms like iron vices. Every struggle she attempted to make was stopped by the twist and pull of the puppeteered Dream and Rainbow Dash, their hands as unforgiving as their bright white gaze.
She never had the chance to beg as Twilight walked forward. Her mouth opened to do... something. An incantation, a plea, begging. Anger. Something. Anything.
Not that it mattered when her student's lips met her own and her tongue invaded the mouth. Twilight's mechanical ministrations were more than enough to distract her mind from the feeling of cool rubber eating her destroyed battle armor and the creeping sensation of mild transformation. Her body was too distracted by the finger suddenly plunging itself into her tight body, pressing every pleasurable nerve it could. Her soft groans were a surprise to her own mind, shock at the idea of submitting to her enemy's touches. A few pumps in and out made her feel weaker, docile. Horny.
Then the coolness continued its way across her form, wrapping her in the same tight darkness as the others. Around her hips, across her immaculate bust. New gloves, new boots, all of the new stuff. It invaded her sensations, dove into her mind. Wiped away those thoughts of who she had once been, what she should be doing.
Celestia felt so woozy as her heels snapped together. Her body went rigid as her mind lost cohesion. The sun fell as her arm rose in a crisp salute. One more pair of bright white eyes joined a crowd of the same, their empty expressions dominating all of Canterlot. They stood together, they were together.
"Hail the Prime Drone." C-1502 spoke in the same monotone as its fellows.
They were one.
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