I can’t remember much before I was a drone, my name, family, friends, it’s all so fuzzy in my head. What I do remember quite vividly is the way I am treated, which is to say very poorly by the ponies that work here. But I never questioned my masters and just merrily put up with them until...her. J-69A, a beautiful mare drone clad in purple. She was new and was assigned to my sector as a coordination and morale drone. We hit it off pretty quickly, spending any free time we had together, sometimes just a few minutes before the devices surrounding our crotches would buzz and vibrate more intensely than usual, forcing us to get back to work. Oh how I loathed the masters, hated them, keeping us apart, I devoted all of my focus to finding a way out.

After a few weeks I found a way out. I took as many canisters of gas as I could and placed them in the vents. All of them. The masters couldn’t escape the fumes, as they ran, trying to escape before they fell victim to the pink mist, I found J-69A, she was in a mild panic from all the confusion, but seeing me calmed her, we held hooves and casually walked out from the facility as all around us alarms blared and all around us the masters coughed and hacked as they succumbed. I don’t know where we’ll go or what we’ll do, I don’t even know if we will be our old selves again, but so long as we are together, we’ll figure it out.

Made this for my GF  emcblingds who was having a bit of a rough day the other day.

Em @  emcblingds

Pierce @ Me