Only a few minutes remain before those wires in the glass make contact with her fluids and that womb of hers gets pumped full of several stallions loads and that large plug gets forced inside of her for the rest of the night~
Update 61B13: Continued contamination in the northeast sector #████-B
Seed-61 seems to be continuing to convert more and more ponies as it nears the control room this sector. And it’s doing so at an alarmingly fast rate. What once took over 20 minutes can now be done in less than 5.
For example, Silver Tongue, a low-level researcher for the foundation had made it to the nearest safe room as soon as the alarms started going off. But unfortunately for her, Lust (SEED-61) Made short work of the control panel for the door thanks to its acquisition of a pony with a talent for electrical work. She cowered into the back of the room and tried to fight it off. But one of its tendrils got behind her and slipped inside of her marehood causing her to moan and fall to her hooves, bucking her hips and kicking as she tried to fight off the pleasure. This seemingly only made Lust more powerful as it made quick work of her, coating her inside and out. its other tendrils holding her still as it penetrated every hole she had. The warm latex coating her hind legs and soon her crotch, tightly pressing against the sensitive underside of her hooves. Her moans of pleasure and whimpers for help were quickly silenced by a hood with some sort of phallic gag.
In less than 5 minutes she was converted to a new drone for Lust. Shuttering as she stood up, most likely due to the stimulation these ‘suits’ tend to give their owners to keep them in check. She was whimpering and huffing as much as she could behind the mask as she waddled to face Lust, her eyes said that all she wanted to do was to fall down and pleasure herself, but without a proper order to do so, the suit wouldn’t let her. Most likely her face was a burning a bright red behind the mask of the suit, the Lust Host stared at her for a moment, looking over their new Drone before seemingly ordering her out of the room. Note: no sounds were recorded in the room so it stands to reason that they communicate telepathically, will need further proof to find out for sure.
That’s when the Host turned to the other two ponies in the safe room…
Update 61B12: Continued contamination in the north east
sector #████-B
Seed-61 is getting dangerously close to the main control room of this sector and has already cut power to the elevators. We will try to hold off until the EVAC team gets here, but at its current rate i’m not sure if we’ll be able to hold out much longer. I’ll continue to update this file for as long as I can. Dr Stratosphere out.
Seems like a lot of ponies have come to the party, but it looks like something could be making them all horny? Could there be a stallion behind it all? Or more likely are they all just hopped up on candy? 😛
Thanks to all the people who supported me or inspired me in this pic<3 And thankies for reading this far and I hope you all have a lovely Halloween 😀 <3<3 ❤
Frosty found himself in a daze with the
oddest of sensations. His hooves felt nothing, trotting without any
ground beneath them. The airy sensation was only mimic from the fragrant
gas filling the tight mask fasten on him. The gas filled his mind with
airy vacant thoughts. Any thought that Frosty attempted to focus on, the
ideas of ‘where he was’ and ‘what’s going on’ would just breeze away
with every breath of the gas. The only thought in his mind was to gallop
and listen to the inflated suit squeak and creak with his movement. As
he tries to focus, Frosty felt the suit swelling around him, the double
layer suit pressing tight against his skin, the thick vinyl squeezing
him tightly as his outer form bloats out with the helium filling the
outfit. He started to realized that he was floating in the air, tethered
tautly to the floor of a storeroom. The last he felt was the buzzing
sensation within his ass, an inflated plug vibrating busily inside him.
As he began piecing together his situation together, Frost heard a door
open and a colt enter the room. “Hhmmm, somepony seems to be waking. Let
me help.” The colt cranks open the value for the intoxicating gas,
releasing more into Frosty’s mask. With the next breath, all focus
Frosty had blew away in his mind. He begins to gallop again mindlessly
in the air, the buzzing plug tickling an his mind filled with only
blissful trotting in the air.
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