#rubbertf

I thought I was in control. I thought I had a choice. I thought slipping into my golden suit meant power, leading the Golden Preppies as Percival, the Right Winger, the Team Manager, sharp in my tailored suits, my polished RM Williams boots hitting the marble floor with purpose. I thought I was Ezan, the Golden Emir, the strongest, the most dominant, commanding the Golden Arabs, muscles flexing beneath my thobe, sweat-soaked gym clothes clinging to my body as my bros stole my socks and underwear like offerings. I thought I was 001, the Original Polo Drone, the one they all followed, locked in my black rubber, the perfect obedient form of submission. I thought I could switch between them.

I was wrong.

The Gold was always in control. It wasn’t me shifting between roles. It was it, deciding when I would lead, dominate, or kneel in submission. The Golden Army didn’t belong to me. I belonged to it. Percival, Ezan, 001, these weren’t my identities. They were masks, pre-programmed, activated by the uniform I was given, dictated by forces deeper than my mind could grasp.

Every morning, I dress and my mind rewrites itself. The golden suit clasps shut, and I become Percival, the perfect preppy leader, smiling but empty, my office running with smooth, mindless efficiency. I believe I am at the top. But the moment I peel off the suit and step into my golden thobe, my mind shifts, my thoughts blur, and I feel my body swell with muscle. The manager is gone, only Ezan remains, a pure beast of dominance, the strongest, the most coveted, the idolized. The moment my hands touch the black polo, Ezan vanishes, and I am 001, silent, obedient, pure function, my body tight in the Hive’s rubber embrace, no thoughts but service.

I used to think this was my transformation. That I was choosing. But now, I see the truth. I was never in control. My mind belongs to the uniforms, the Gold, the Hive. I do not choose. I am programmed.

And you? You are next.

Join us. You were never free. You only need to see it.

DM me @polo-drone-001 or our Caps @brodygold @goldenherc9. Let the Gold claim you.

Day 15: Handles (Medley ref)

body horror Day 15: Handles! The end result of a commission by ATCpony, now in refsheet form!  I know the handles are only on her in one picture and she may or may not have them at any moment but you cannot comprehend the depths of the brainrot about these ponies I have been experiencing.  Anyway yes this is me but as a nightmare toygirl fusion of every single one of the mane six! She's big and cuddly and friend and mentally a bit of a scrambled mess but collectively they can become one functional adult. Yay! There may or may not be writing or some more of these girls in the future so look forward to that. Maybe.

Hive unity. Rubber perfection. Our parade doesn’t throw candy—it converts you. 🍀💛