Violet Rose walked down the corridor, every step squeaking loudly as her latex body rubbed against itself. All while she took another huff of the lovely pink gas. That gas that made her oh so horny but oh so obedient. She had been called to the office of the Mistress in order to help plan the capture of someone she used to know. Before she became the Drone she is today. As she arrived, the Mistress showed pictures of the pony she was to help capture. A pegasus of silver fur. One Familiar to her. She took a deep huff of the gas as she wrote down the last bits of information stored in her head about the target. Not even hesitating to reveal all the small secrets of the Pegasus. She was a Drone after all. She didn’t think much. 
  
 As the last bits of information were written, Violet stared at herself in the mirror nearby. A small huff escaping her as her mindless head started to wander back to that picture that the Mistress showed her. Soon she would once more walk beside her Storm. And together they would serve the Mistress as shiny drones, forever. Just like Mistress wanted.