Our filly protagonist damsels-in-distress find themselves in an extremely run-down, dimly-lit indoor space, chained to a cold steel table. Weird machines hum and click around them, doing weird machine things they don’t understand. After looking around for a bit, the fillies realize they themselves are directly hooked up to the weird machines by thick tubes, and no matter how hard they try, they just can’t break free from their soft rubbery grasp, nor from the cold hard grasp of the chains binding them to their predicament.

 
Where are they?
  They don’t know.
When are they?
  They don’t know.
How did they get here?
  They don’t know.
How long have they been here?
  They don’t know.
How did this place get so worn down?
  They don’t know.
When is the last time anypony else visited this place?
  They don’t know.
Does anypony else know the fillies are here?
  They don’t know.
Who is keeping them here?
  They don’t know.
Are they a nice or mean pony?
  They don’t know.
Why did they not say hi to the fillies first?
  They don’t know.
Did they say hi to the fillies first?
  They don’t know.
What do they want from the fillies?
  They don’t know.
Will the fillies be released soon?
  They don’t know.
Will they ever be released?
  They don’t know.
Why do they want to be released?
  They don’t know.
Do they want to be released?
  They don’t know.
Why does it feel so comfy being right where they are?
  They don’t know.
Why does it feel like there’s nothing to worry about?
  They don’t know.
Why does it feel like everything is just perfect?
  They don’t know.
Why does it feel like they never want to leave?
  They don’t know.
Why does it feel like they want this to last forever?
  They don’t know.
Why is it getting so hard to think?
  They don’t know.
Why are their eyelids getting so heavy?
  They don’t know.
Why do they feel soo good?
  They don’t know.
Why does it feel sooo goood?
  They don’t know.
Why does everything feel soooo gooood?
  They don’t know.
Why do they want to just relaax and let go?
  They don’t know.
Why do they want to be goood girls?
  They don’t know.
Why do they want to obeyy?
  They don’t know.

Why do they…
Why do…
Why…
W..h…

…
…
…
… They don’t know.

 
After an unknown amount of time being hooked up to the weird machines doing their weird machine things, breathing in cloud after cloud of that deliciously intoxicating nectar, and seeing the incredibly pretty colors dance before their eyes, there is only one thing left they do know:
They wouldn’t want it any other way.

 

Commission for “Ravebounce”:https://inkbunny.net/Ravebounce, Mercury Shine used with permission!

Additional versions can be found “at the source link”:https://inkbunny.net/s/3935299!

imported from https://derpibooru.org/images/3881142