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“This is charge platform one. Where we charge and initiate new drones into the Hub network."

“How is that anyway?" Nyquith asks.

*“A delightful experience. Up ahead is the other administrator," * K41K says, leading them up the hallway to another door with frosted glass that says “Administrator R4T1 painted onto it.

*“Please, let the Prime user and his guest in," * says R4T1 from the other side of the door. The drone's voice smooth, monotone, feminine yet domineering. All of which made Nyquith's spine tingle just a little bit.

*“Yes administrator," * K41K says, opening the door, stepping off to the side to let them in.

“At least I have been recognized by this one," El Salvador remarks, floating on in ahead of the two, soon followed by Nyquith and then K41K. Inside is a traditional looking office. Sitting at the desk is R4T1, fingers steepled, the same Black 2.0 void of rubber with the identical grey hexagonal markings of the other drones. The only distinguishing feature that separates her from K4T3 is her bright red stripes on her arms, back, and thighs.

“Told you El Salvador, it's not so bad," Nyquith replies.

“Greetings. I am administrator R4T1, it is a pleasure to be of service to the Prime user and their guest."

“Oh uh, well it is a pleasure to be here. Thank you for having us?" Nyquith asks with an unassuredness to his voice.

“The pleasure is all mine," she responds.

“Cool, cool. You speak differently than K41K here. Though now I uh think about it, K4T3 did speak similar to you."

“Units K41K, 1G0R, and N1T3 are all part of a specialized subnetwork. They are one yet not the same. Identical yet subtly different. Completely connected yet still self-functioning in their purpose. They are plural, while I along with the other drones currently part of the Hub network are individuals. Connected together, bound by our drive for service toward the Hub."

“And this wouldn't have been possible without those Toys-4-U drone hoods right?" El Salvador asks with a hint of excitement in his voice floating on over to her desk.

“I'm sorry, but that information is currently not able to be accessed by you."

El Salvador sighs heavily, his mustache shifting more, “Nyquith…"

“Got it! I was paying attention this time. So your hoods? From Toys-4-U? They are the ones causing all of this right? Making you into sex drones?" Nyquith asks, then freezing upon hearing the words that leapt out of his mouth.

*“We are not sex drones, but you are mostly correct. We are drones of the Hub. We provide multiple services, including physical pleasure for select patrons. We have private rooms on the first and second floor, but they are not available yet as we do not have a full staff of drones to be able to provide such a service," * R4T1 explains.

“Oh, ah, that's a shame really."

“We are working to fix that. We have new applicants already lined up, but none were ready to be interviewed before our grand opening, and it was deemed unwise to postpone it at the last minute. Understaffed or not."

“Have to admire your dedication to keeping to schedule."

“It's a specialty of mine," R4T1 explains, Nyquith getting this strange sensation that the drone despite having no face is smiling at him.

“Good to know, good to know. El Salvador?"

“Ask them if they are able to be de-droned. Are they stuck like this? Forever a drone perhaps?"

“Sure, ah, uh, could you…"

“Forgive me for interrupting Prime user, but I can understand El Salvador, and if you are going to parrot back what he is going to ask to bypass the security, as long as you confirm what he asks is okay by you, I will answer. I prefer my time not be squandered by repeating such questions in my presence," R4T1 explains the smooth monotone voice giving off an aura of dominance and control.

“Ah, right, that's good. Good to know. Could you answer his question then please?"

“But of course, Prime User."

“At least this one has some intelligence," El Salvador remarks.

“El Salvador that's not nice to say in front of her!"

“If you had to go through all the shit I had just to go through just get to this point, you'd agree."

“But I have, we are in this together El Salvador."

“In it together but our experiences and struggles are night and day," he replies.

“If you two are done bickering like an old married couple, I will be happy to answer your inquiries."

“We aren't married!" El Salvador retorts.

“Sorry please go ahead," Nyquith replies at the same time.

“Drones are unable to return to their previous state. Not that any of us have any desire to do so. That would first go against the growth of the Hub. The Hub must grow. Removing drones from the Hub would mean shrinkage, the opposite of growth."

“How fully droned are you?" El Salvador asks.

R4T1 shifts her focus from him towards Nyquith.

“Nyquith?" El Salvador asks.

He jumps, “Right, sorry. Please, answer his question."

R4T1 nods, *“Once a drone, always a drone. Our bodies are fully converted over into sleek rubberized drones," * she explains.

“And is that mostly due to how Toys-4-U tech works?" El Salvador asks, his excitement rising.

“El Salvador, these poor people."

“It's progress to save many Nyquith! Now focus. Please have them answer my question."

Nyquith sighs, “Please answer his question R4T1."

“The safety protocols have been disabled to allow our full conversion, but in essence yes. Toys-4-U tech is what has enabled us to become full drones in service to the Hub."

“Wonderful! With this knowledge we can easily blackmail K-2003 and its Toys-4-U company to get the technology that I need!" El Salvador says with a cackle the sound of lightning echoing through the building causing Nyquith to jump.

“El Salvador, warn me before you evil cackle!"

“It's fine," he replies, waving a pincer at his concern.

*“Do you intend to inform Toys-4-U of our existence?" * R4T1 asks.

“Of course, how else do you blackmail someone?!" El Salvador exclaims, rolling his eyes.

R4T1 shifts her focus to Nyquith, “And you agreed to this Prime user?"

“Ah well, yeah. It is our plan. It's what we've intended to do from the start. Is there something wrong?" he asks.

R4T1 shakes her head, “No, nothing," ** she replies while over the Hub network there is a much different conversation being played out, **“This is a priority red alert. Users are attempting to reveal our existence to the outside world, Toys-4-U directly. This will stop the growth of the Hub. This cannot be allowed."

R3Z4 responds, “But the Prime user has primary control over the Hub network. We have to obey him."

“We do not see a way around this problem. The one in charge of us, is the one hindering our prime programming to ensure the Hub will continue to grow," 1G0R, N1T3, and K41K say in perfect unison.

_“Prime programming indicates that growth for the Hub is the primary objective. All other programs are secondary. This includes Prime user control over us. If Prime user threatens the growth of the Hub, therefore prime user needs to be taken and programmed into a prime example of a Hub drone. Stripping them of their privileges as Prime user," _ K4T3 says.

“Exactly. Excellent thinking toward the improvement of the Hub administrator K4T3. I love the way you think,"** **R4T1 replies.

“I love you too, administrator R4T1. Coordinator R3Z4, please head toward R4T1 and ensure the apprehension of two new subjects of conditioning," K4T3 commands.

“As you command administrator K4T3," R3Z4 heads to their new destination.

“I will distract them till everyone is in position,"** R4T1 says, looking at the two new targets, ** “Is there anything else we can help you with?"

El Salvador eyes the drone curiously, “You were strangely quiet there."

“I was only silent for less than fifteen seconds. I did not think your conversation had to be interrupted."

“For one so focused on time…" he says, snapping his claws in the air.

“El Salvador, why do you have to be so untrustworthy. Everything is fine. Nothing to worry about, this will be barely an inconvenience."

“Nyquith, what have I told you about parroting things you have heard over the spiderwebinternetwork? It will quickly date you within days if not sooner."

“What? Me? No. I will never be outside of the date. And that was purely my own thoughts, no one else's."

El Salvador eyes him curiously, “Right…" he shifts back turning toward R4T1, “I do not think there is much more we need. We'll let this place grow and be well known and when the time is right, BAM, we'll sting them good!" El Salvador says striking the air with his stinger.

“Yeah, we'll pounce on them good!" Nyquith says proudly puffing out his chest.

“You and your cat puns…"

“What? You can say sting, but I can't say pounce?"

“Sting has a bit of panache that pounce clearly lacks," El Salvador says with a huff.

“I think pounce is a fine word," Nyquith defends, the drones getting into position.

*“Well gentlemen, I believe with that, we can proceed with the next part of your tour?" * K41K asks.

Nyquith jumps, “Oh, sorry, I forgot you were here. Yes, let's continue to see what this place has to offer, right El Salvador?"

“Eh, I think I've seen enough. Now that we know all is going according to my brilliant plan, there is not much else to do than wait."

“Well, how about I get a drink then?"

El Salvador lets out another mustache shifting sigh, “Fine, but only tipsy, nothing more than that."

“Alright," Nyquith says happily, turning around, opening the door revealing R3Z4 with her vanta-black colored main body and purple stripe standing right next to K4T3, the two drones blocking his exit, “El Salvador? I think we have a problem," he says the two drones grabbing him, “Ack! Surprise round!" he exclaims.

El Salvador spins around, “Crap, its initiative time Nyquith!" he exclaims, dodging K41K who attempts to grab him, his crystal floats overhead, “Aha! I made my save there!"

“I'm failing mine! El Salvador! Help me!" Nyquith yells, the two drones around him, wrapping their arms around his body forcing his arms behind his back for a moment while reaching for his feet, hoisting him up into the air like a caught pig.

“Don't worry Nyquith! They all can't make it!" he states, staring at the drones, but nothing happens, “What kind of will do willless drones have?! Crap they must be immune!" El Salvador chitters in anger, “Unfair!" he yells before R4T1 comes up from underneath him, yanking the crystal right from under his feet, while K41K assists the other two drones in further securing the wiggling and squirming Nyquith.

“Eeeeee," El Salvador says before R4T1 smoothly grips him by the stinger, placing the floating crystal onto her desk, holding him in the air, forcing him to dangle there helplessly, legs desperately reaching to grab something, body flicking a little as he tries to use his singer in vain on the drone, “Let me go! This stinger is important! You have no idea how I need to use it!"

“Subject Nyquith secured," reports K4T3 over the network.

“Subject El Salvador secured,"** states R4T1 gingerly gripping El Salvador by his potent stinger, the drones guiding them over to the drone charging room, ** “Removing subject Nyquith's clothing for ease of conditioning."

“Yes, administrator R4T1,"** **reports K41K and R3Z4 in near unison once they reach the chamber.

“Let go! Where is my escape artist skill when I need it!" Nyquith exclaims, meowing loudly, wiggling about just as K4T3 holds Nyquith against her body, tightly gripping his arms while the other two drones strip him down to his bare-naked fur, “Ah, hey now, if you wanted to play. You could have just said so ladies. Nyquith is always open for business."

“Nyquith is that your attempt at diplomacy, it's failing!" El Salvador yells as he's taken into the room by R4T1.

“I was never too good with the words!"

“No really?! Use the command phrase! Perhaps you need to repeat it!"

“Oh, right! Good idea!"

“Of course, it is, now do it!"

Nyquith wiggles and squirms just as the last of his clothing is stripped from him, “Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control!" there is no response, “Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control!" he yells again.

“You must not be saying it right! Let me try. Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control!" El Salvador exclaims, R4T1 moving him over to one of the stalls with a sergal drone hood, “Stupid magic-technology!"

“See its not working! Prime command: assuming spiderwebnetwork control!" Nyquith exclaims his body shoved into one of the platforms, the hood already taken off the bulbous end by K4T3.

“We understand your command, Prime user, but our programming circumvents your control. The Hub must grow," K4T3 explains before forcing the hood onto Nyquith's head.

“El Salva--" his words are cut off the sleek black rubber wrapping around his head.

“Hold him there till the hood take's full effect, I will begin to make new user profiles for them,"** **K4T3 commands K41K and R3Z4.

“Yes Administrator,"** **they reply, restraining Nyquith further.

Within the hood Nyquith squirms and yells, “Help El Salvador! Help!"

The world goes dark for him, the sound of the drones muffled, soon replaced by a white noise and a soft glow of a screen that tries to lure him into a state of relaxation. A voice whispers into his ear, monotone and very synthetic. “Welcome to the Toys-4-U professional grade sergal drone hoods. Initiating physical adjustment."

“Physical adjustment? I don't need physical adjustment! I'm the prime example of feline anatomy! This is a crime against my many Gods! Especially the sexy ones…" he says feeling the rubber pool out and over his body. The rubber feels warm across his fur, each strand of hair consumed by the rolling rubber.

Nyquith pants and wiggles, feeling the hands of the drones around him, keeping him in place, while the more rubber that flows across him the less, he moves. He takes a deep breath, rubber filling his mouth and nostrils, the smell and taste of latex overcoming any other sense. He squirms and wiggles, pleasure tingling down his spine, heart racing, claws flexing, trying in vain to reach out and scratch the drones that keep him still.

“Crap, crap, why is my mind so confused with this! This reminds me of that suit I bought…" he thinks the rubber rolling down his chest, smoothing out his feline features. El Salvador watches with horror.

“By the Ro… no, no I am not using one of her terms even during a time like this! Unhand me you smooth brained Harleton!" El Salvador demands looking to R4T1 who holds the drone hood upside down underneath, ready to catch him.

*“Negative… but…" * R4T1 says moving the hood back to the charge stand, El Salvador looking at the drone curiously.

“But what?" he asks.

Before R4T1 answers, the rubber rolls down along Nyquith's back, down his butt, sculpting it smooth, along his tail, fattening it out, making it sergal-like in nature, while his smooth black rubber chest balloons outwards, growing a pair of matching supple breasts that all the drone's sport. The rubber flows past and underneath the sergal drone's holding him in place, not hindering the transformation process, simply pushing and expanding the drone's grips like someone gripping a balloon that is being filled with sand.

“So those are what they feel like… rather nice. No, this is not a time to get confused! I need to get out of this!" Nyquith thinks, the rubber rolling over his belly and crotch, smoothing it out, containing his feline bits within warm embracing rubber that causes him to shudder and moan. The pleasure fills him, confusing his fear, while it continues to roll down his arms and legs, the last vestiges of his feline nature consumed under a sea of warm smothering latex. The islands of grey hexagonal markings with grey stripes eager to take on a color, the markings of a sergal drone taking place, his height growing taller as he matches that of the other drones that he is becoming.

The rubber enveloping his legs, sculpting them sooth, hips widening, his masculine physique shifting, changing toward that of an elegant, slender, feminine eye candy of a sergal drone, the last bits of him completely lost underneath it.

“Nyquith!" El Salvador manages to exclaim wiggling and squirming where he is, looking back to the R4T1, “You won't get away with this!"

“The Hub must grow. You will both make excellent additions to the Hub. But first we must remove all articles of clothing from you," she says, reaching down pulling off El Salvador's mustache, walking it over to the small drawer, placing it inside.

“My mustache!" El Salvador exclaims, wincing, ready to feel the worse.

“You won't be needing it anymore El Salvador," R4T1 says, smoothly walking back to the stall.

“Wait… aren't going to squish me?" El Salvador asks in surprise.

R4T1 shakes her head, “I wasn't going to squish you before. Not going to do that now. A mustache doesn't make you who you are."

“Y-you actually can see me…," El Salvador forms an impossible large tear in his eyes, it drips down his face, claws snapping, “I feel soo…"

“You will make an excellent drone," R4T1 states, dropping him into the hood.

“So very god damn angry!" he exclaims claws snapping, stinger whipping about trying to catch something before he lands into the hood with a soft thud, the rubber in the hood instantly closes the neck completely

R4T1 turns the hood right side up, placing it into the stall. The scorpion bounces within the rubber hood, stinger striking at the rubber walls to no effect, his claws snap at the rubber.

“Let me out!" he exclaims attention suddenly drawn to the glow of the front of the mask before the rubber spreads out and flows around his body, filling the space in the hood locking him in place as a voice says to him.

“Welcome to the Toys-4-U professional grade sergal drone hoods. Initiating physical adjustment."

“Physical adjustment? I don't want to be some kind of sergal floozy. I'm not the one who is to have the breasts!" he exclaims before the rubber holds him perfectly in place, his entire chitinous body surrounded by the smooth rubber, breath holes attach to his mouth, his stinger twitchies, unable to do anything, made completely helpless.

“'Check out this new spell,'' she says. 'It will be fine she' says. 'Here let me have you cast it too she says, it'll be fun!'" El Salvador states feeling a strange tingle, the rubber growing and expanding out down the neck, forming a new body on its own but only gets up to the shoulders when it stops, an error is whispered into El Salvador's ear.

“Error. Insufficient Toys-4-U dynamic latex to complete physical adjustment. Please contact Toys-4-U for more dynamic latex to complete the adjustment."

The statement and warning is reported over the Hud network, *“This has never happened before," * says R3Z4, already moving back to what she was doing now that Nyquith is fully encased in drone rubber.

_“We've never adjusted someone of such a small caliber," _ states R4T1.

“I've completed the user profiles. Our current stock of Toys-4-U dynamic rubber to repair any damages to our person is not sufficient to complete a physical adjustment of this magnitude. I'll submit an emergency order that will cover our current needs," says K4T3, busily typing away to submit the order.

“Excellent. K41K, monitor the current subjects till their physical adjustments are completed. This is an unprecedented error that must be watched closely,"** **R4T1 explains, leaving the room.

“We understand. We shall monitor to ensure nothing goes wrong. For the expansion of the Hub,"** **K41K replies, moving to the entrance of the room, turning to face the two drones, just as Nyquith's conditionings is about to begin.

*“Physical adjustment completed. Scanning for user profile..." * The hood whispers into the feline's ear, his entire body held in place, the warm rubber growing cooler, his sense of self doubling, the new outer rubber skin becoming his second skin within a matter of moments. The voice speaking into his ear sounds a little hypnotic, the light before his eyes distracting.

“Must think of a way out of here."

“User profile loaded, welcome unit NYQ7. No previous conditioning history detected, preparing to condition unit NYQ7 till zero deviant thoughts are detected."

“NYQ7? That's not half bad, but till no deviant thoughts are detected?! That will take a very long time with how deviant minded I am… This can't be good," he thinks.

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

Nyquith shivers, the voice beginning to speak softer into his ear, the monotone beat of it is soothing, relaxing, but speaks in a kind of beat that draws him into the white noise further, distracting his thoughts, which subtly echo what is said into his mind, fading farther and father into his head, reaching the very center of his mental being.

“You are unit NYQ7."

“You are unit NYQ7."

“You are unit NYQ7."

“You are unit NYQ7."

“Hey, I won't falter. I've had my head dominated far too many times for this to work!... Or does that make it easier for me to fall prey to it… uh oh."

*“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," * the synthetic voice states, a sense of disappointment bubbles up ever so slightly in his head, like he's done something bad, and just got a quick spray of water to go along with it. It's ever so small and fleeting but it's there, nonetheless.

“Unit NYQ7 is a drone."

“Unit NYQ7 is a drone."

“Unit NYQ7 is a drone."

“Unit NYQ7 is a drone."

He feels a tingle run down his spine, the voice feeling so good, caressing his thoughts, his length, tightly held by the rubber, unable to move from its spot, but he feels it stiffen, harden, reminding him of his own self exploration, given all the wonderful toys this world had to offer, yet all of that paled in comparison to this.

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“Hey, I didn't think of anything there, only felt," Nyquith argued to the soulless voice which simply replied.

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“Okay, you get that one out of me. Tricky voice."

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“Damn it."

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub," Nyquith thought, a slight tingle of delight runs through him, adding to what he's already feeling, “Huh, that wasn't too bad. I can fake it till I make it."

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“Damn it."

*“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," * the voice says, Nyquith mentally sighing in defeat.

“Unit NQY7 obeys its programming."

“Unit NQY7 obeys its programming."

“Unit NQY7 obeys its programming."

“Unit NQY7 obeys its programming."

He mentally moans, feeling the pressure of the voice into his mind, edging him on further and further to submit to it, to allow it in, to let it change him from within into a perfect sleek drone that he's had his eyes on since the moment he saw one…

El Salvador on the other hand simply sits there, held in total bondage, an error displaying on the screen in front of his eyes, “Insufficient Toys-4-U dynamic latex. Abort function disabled. Please order Toys-4-U dynamic latex to complete physical adjustment."

El Salvador sighs through the rubber tube that provides him with his air, thinking, “This is my life now. Simple stuck in this black rubbery stuff. Much like those tentacles, but far less enjoyable. Damn this infernal magic-technology. Full of those juicy delicious bugs. If I could just control them all and become respected, I would be… damn, she did really rub off on me. All this time I try to help her become better and I never noticed till now just how she has influenced me back. Perhaps it is with each sting that I bring her towards a better path, that there is an equal and opposite reaction, drawing me closer to her chaotic nature. I bet he would have thought of it as balance… Gods damn it I am bored."

It's not until a little past noon when a purple sergal dressed in a Toys-4-U delivery uniform approaches the outside of the door, using a small hand cart to wheel the heavy cylindrical shaped package. Walking beside her though is K-2003 with a big smile on its face, butt swaying side to side, shining brightly under the sun, the purple sergal looking nervous with a hint of embarrassment. The only thing K-2003 is wearing that could be remotely considered of any type of “clothing" outside of its cuffs and collar is a green backpack strapped to its back.

K4T3 reports over the network, “Our delivery is here but K-2003 is here. Does it suspect us?"

R4T1, “K-2003 might have a suspicion due to the large delivery of the dynamic latex."

R3Z4 responds, “K-2003 is delivering it personally?"

“Negative. There is a female purple sergal with it at the moment. I recognize her from a previous delivery. They go by the name of Verse,"** **K4T3 explains.

“We need to proceed with caution…" states ** ** R4T1.

R3Z4 says, “I can handle this. I know both K-2003 and Verse from my previous employment. I can use my previous personal knowledge to our benefit."

R4T1 replies, “Excellent, make it so."

“Affirmative,"** **she says, heading toward the front door just as Verse and K-2003 make it there.

Verse presses the doorbell, looking over to K-2003 with a smile, “Toy, do you really think it's an appropriate way to go about this? I am on the clock. And they are probably very busy getting this place ready for tonight."

K-2003 shakes its head, wiggling its butt, “Nonsense, this is a good time to get into the ooey gooey depths of starting up one's business and last-minute troubles one can face. This will be perfect for our project. And also, it will be a good way to get to know the place as we will also be coming here tonight," it says with an affirmative squeaky nod.

Verse blushes, “I-I don't know about that toy. I don't think I could ever have the courage to just come here."

K-2003 smiles moving in close, “Oh this one believes in you. Stop letting your head get in the way of what your body wants."

“But listening to my head is a good thing. I can't let my loins get in the way of good judgement."

“This one knows that. We won't stay that long. A little bit of fun will be good. You've been working so hard that your head will need a little reset in order to help you focus. Trust this one, if it's one thing it knows, it's all about giving one's head the special attention it needs," K-2003 gives another strong affirmative squeaky nod.

Verse feels herself blushing even harder, thankful her fur blocks it from view, “Toy, I have no idea how you manage to get through the day sometimes…"

“Huh?" K-2003 asks tilting its head to the side, arms pulled back, breasts forward, butt swaying side to side, “What do you mean?" it asks just as a sleek vanta-black purple striped rubber sergal approaches the door, unlocking and opening it.

“Later, later, work now," Verse mutters.

“Right, don't mind this one, do your job first."

“I am toy…" she sighs a little bit, turning to focus the faceless sergal drone, the view of which catches her a little off guard, her heart racing, repressed sexual desires bubbling up a bit while she adjusts herself, “Hello. I'm here to deliver a package?"

R3Z4 nods, “I will gladly accept the package."

“Could you please sign here?" she asks pulling out an electronic device for the drone to sign.

“Gladly."

“Where would you like this?" Verse asks.

“I'll show you."

“This one is here for two reasons, may it follow and monitor this one's employees work?" K-2003 asks happily.

“Of course, please come inside," R3Z4 replies, “K-2003 states it is here for two reasons. Is it possible she suspects?"

R4T1 states, “It is a possibility, but best not to assume. Continue being cordial. The way you proceed is our first line of defense from being discovered."

“Affirmative,"** **she replies, guiding them through the lobby toward the back of the dance club.

Verse looks around with amazement at the entire set up, “Wow this is amazing. I bet it's going to look great later tonight."

“We do hope it will be."

“Are you wearing the hoods to get into character?"

“Yes. We find it's easier to get accustomed to it."

K-2003 speaks up, “Remember not to wear them too long. This one thinks your business model type is approved up to a week's worth of wear before mandatory deactivation."

“We've been wearing the hoods at the start of the day. Our network connection assists us in sending information to others, making our work more efficient."

“Wonderful! This one is glad to hear of it!" K-2003 says with a butt wiggle and a little bit of a squeaky bounce in its step.

Verse carts the package all the way toward the door that says Employees only, “This location will suffice. We can take it the rest of the way."

“Alright," Verse says, dropping the package there, sliding the hard cart out from underneath it, she looks over to the little bit of dirt the wheels have tracked in, “Sorry about the mess."

“It is fine. Unit N1T3 has already been assigned to clean up the mess," R3Z4 explains, the hot pink sergal drone as if on cue coming out of the woodwork with a mop and bucket, beginning to clean the mess.

“Perhaps it will be best to clean it up after I take this outside?" Verse suggests.

“This one will carry it back, don't worry about that Verse," K-2003 says.

“Toy, you don't have to."

“This one wants to."

Verse lets out a sigh with a soft smile.

“We are on a tight schedule, so apologies for the forwardness, I do not intend to be rude, but you stated you were here for two reasons? What was the other?"

“We would like a few moments of your time to ask a couple questions. Verse and this one are currently doing a school project with a few other students about starting one's own business. Now this one has run a business for some time, but it did not start said business, so though it has some insight, it doesn't have the same experience as you have. It would love just a few minutes of your time to go over some questions we have? If that is okay?" K-2003 asks, as there is a sudden release in tension that moves through the entire Hub network.

“Oh? Give me a moment to relay this to the administrators. I am a simple coordinator and not the one in charge of the Hub itself."

“That would be much appreciative," K-2003 says with a big squeaky cordial bow.

“I know that was my last delivery toy, but isn't this playing a bit of favoritism allowing me to do schoolwork while on the job?" Verse asks.

“Fear not, this one is putting you on a paid break during this part. It shouldn't take too long that it would be playing any kind of favorites," K-2003 says with an affirmative nod.

“Toy, I think you are missing the point."

K-2003 tilts its head, “What point? Oh, toy should get its notebook out and record stuff with its ball point pen. Thanks for letting this one know!"

Verse lets out a soft smiling sigh, “That is not what I…"

“K-2003 is here for a school project. I can confirm that the toy was working on a project a few weeks ago,"** **R3Z4 reports.

“We too saw K-2003 working with others when we delivered food to them. I wasn't sure what they could have been working on if anything together but with the amount of food that they ordered, it does confirm the project theory,"** **K41K states.

_“Understood. I will go and interact with them to answer their questions," _ says R4T1.

“I disagree, administrator R4T1. I have had some interaction with Verse, and your domineering nature might be picked up by K-2003. Increasing the chances of suspicion being raised. Let me be the current face of the Hub in this conversation,"** **K4T3 counters.

After a short moment of silence and contemplation, R4T1 who was already getting up from her desk, sits back down, “Understood. Proceed with the interview. Be open, but do not reveal any unnecessary secrets."

“Of course."

“Secrecy must be kept in order for the hub to grow,"** **R4T1 cautions.

“That is only logical," K4T3 says, heading out of her office.

*“K4T3 will be here shortly to answer your inquiries. If you do not mind I have other duties to attend to. Please sit at the bar over there and make yourselves comfortable," * R3Z4 suggests.

“Oh, alright, thank you, I appreciate it… should we leave the handcart here? I would hate to mess up your floors more."

*“That will be fine, just be mindful not to leave it," * she says.

“I won't forget. Toy won't let me."

“It will come out of your paycheck!" K-2003 jokingly exclaims.

Verse sighs, “Toy, that's not funny."

K-2003 gives a big toothed smile before bouncing off toward the bar.

Verse shakes her head with a smile, following K-2003 there while R3Z4 picks up the container with relative ease, heading through the employee only doors just as K4T3 steps out.

The blue striped sergal drone saunters over to the bar, moving behind it, the parts of it lighting up to match the drone's blue. Verse's eyes light up as the drone says, “Hello. My designation is K4T3, and I am an administrator and co-founder of this fine establishment. How may I be of service?"

“Oh that is pretty. The bar lights up and reacts to you?" Verse asks.

K4T3 nods, “Yes. We have it set up here and almost everywhere on the second floor that our drones react to the world around us based on our color scheme. That way people will know that which are our drones of the Hub, and which are not, as we hope that others wanting to display their rubber nature, including Toys-4-U drone hoods will come and enjoy themselves."

“That sounds rather nice," Verse says with a soft squirm, tail flicking behind her, “But we should focus on our project."

“This one agrees but before we do, this one has a simple suggestion to make to your idea, if you allow this one to do so?" K-2003 asks, wiggling its butt on the clear seat with a soft squeak.

“The CEO of the largest adult toy company in the world is offering our humble establishment advice? I would be a fool and go against my programming of helping the Hub grow to not at least listen to the advice."

“Oh this one does love how you've set up your personalities with our hoods. It's so exciting to see how people apply our technology!" K-2003 says with an excited squeak.

“Toy I think you are getting a little off topic," says Verse.

“This one was getting to it," K-2003 says with a happy nod, turning its attention back to K4T3, “This one was going to suggest that though that is a good idea to keep people from faking being Hub drones, that there are other ways to go about it, and increase the draw of customers who want to come to the club as drones, outside of any fun little promotions you can do."

K4T3 gently tilts her head to the side, “I'm listening."

“You see if you have drones of different types of interaction with the club itself like you are now. Say for instance, if this one came in as a drone it would light up this here seat with a cyan color, and make the sparkling light show that other patrons can see. It would increase interaction with the patrons and the club. People will be encouraged to come here as drones, and not only that but as different kinds of drones. Sure, there is a risk of people trying to fake being your employees, though this one's hoods highly discourages such falsehoods in the first place. Such level of tampering with the hoods to make a person go that route would be quickly detected by our Toys-4-U updates and cleaned out. So that kind of risk would be minimal it would think."

“It could open more opportunities for us and with themed days… and it would be mutually beneficial for you, encouraging our patrons to get Toys-4-U drone hoods and come to your stores."

K-2003 gives a big grin, leaning against the bar, breasts squeezed together with a loud squeak, “Well this one does suppose that could happen as well. But that would merely be a pleasant side effect of seeing this one's products adding to the joy and glee of people's everyday lives. Which in the end is the best this one could ever hope for!" K-2003 says with an affirmative nod.

“That is a worthy goal. I will put your idea up for consideration. And for future modeling perhaps as we grow and able to afford additions."

“Do with the idea as you wish. This one merely wants to help one entrepreneur to another. And to help make our interview a bit worth your time."

“It's appreciated."

Verse smiles, “You're always a sweet toy, trying to think of others."

“This one tries, and that is all that this one can do," K-2003 says with a nod, pulling out its notebook and pen from its backpack, “And this one almost forgot the point, all better now," it smiles.

Verse sighs softly, “I have no idea how you work in this world," she chuckles.

“With lots of rubber, polish, electricity, food, sleep and occasionally lube," K-2003 replies with a nod, turning its attention to K4T3 once again, “This one thinks it will begin with what kind of hardships do you happen to run into when starting up this business? It doesn't want to pry but you obtained a large quantity of toy's dynamic latex, and if you weren't a business it would have had denied the request. Has something happened with our hoods to cause an issue?"

“K-2003 went straight to the point. It's more clever than it lets on,"** K4T3 reports over the network, saying, ** “We had a few new units that require extra dynamic latex in order to fill out and become full drones. More than the standard amount your hoods have. We didn't expect to find such fine new hires with such small stature. We went through our entire private stock already, and in case something happened, or damaged to a unit that needed to be repaired, we wanted to play it safe and simply have more than we need in the long term now. Being the grand opening, first impressions are key."

K-2003 jots down notes, as does Verse, in-between K-2003 rather lewdly suckling the tip of the pen, “This one can understand that. This one said one question, Verse, how about you ask one next?"

“Me?"

“Yes."

“Ah, well let's see. How about…" Verse says while the drum of dynamic latex is brought to the charge stations by R3Z4, where Nyquith's drone body, the grey line now having a soft yellow tint, already budding into the feline's mind of what a good drone he's going to be, while El Salvador's barely formed sergal head sits in the platform as sad as ever.

“Here's the Toys-4-U dynamic latex," R3Z4 says, rolling the drum into the room, K41K moving to assist picking up the half-formed El Salvador hood, placing the drum onto the platform.

El Salvador in a half-asleep stupor is suddenly jostled awake, “Huh? What? Is something happening? Please let there be something going on? Nyquith? Are you there? Please help Nyquith!"

The cover to the drum is removed, warning signs along the drum inform people in several different languages to be careful when using Toys-4-U dynamic latex. If a major spill occurs please call… And a bunch of other information. The black rubber appearing to be in a semi-solid and liquid state has the hood placed right on top of the drum. The top heavy sergal hood flips and bobs up and down in the rubber.

El Salvador feels himself suspending now upside down, “This has to be Nyquith, trying helplessly to get me out. Only he would put me upside down like this," he thinks, the dynamic rubber reacting to the hood, the error screen in front of him disappears, “Damn it Nyquith!"

In the drum, the dynamic latex reacts to the drone hood, latex tendrils slide across the sides of the hood, connected to the base of the half-formed shoulders. They merge and tug down, pulling the head right side up once again, the rubber drone once again growing pushing up and outwards like it's the rubber form is being printed up and out of the latex vat which steadily dwindles down.

The rubber squeezes around El Salvador his body twitching, feeling weird as the rubber grows, he feels as if his own body though tightly held in place, stinger capped, legs individually held, his exoskeleton completely scorpion-handled by the rubber, claws unable to snap shut, there is another sensation building up.

It starts as a tingle at first, but it spreads rolling down, feeling like a billion tingling needle pricks, like a sleepy limb that is suddenly waking up, but it's only along an inch in width, before what is left behind in its wake is a cool sensation of air around an ever growing body. The massive new area of which he'd call his body. Dozens… no hundred times his original size, his small body a small little spec compared to the growing vastness of his breasted sergal form.

A sleek faceless perfection, slender, smooth, black body, grey hexagonal markings with a grey stripe. The body perfectly sculpted to the exact specifications needed, there was no need to adjust for the body within, as it was all already encapsulated within the head. El Salvador's body did the equivalent of a moan, chittering, shaking what little he could within the rubber perfectly molded around him.

The growing arms, the feeling of losing so many appendages is a new feeling for him, the body rising up higher with each passing moment, K41K monitoring the transformation. To the drone it appears as if a sleek rubber drone is slipping out of a tube of black rubber water that comes out completely dry. The slender rubber arms, the smooth belly, the base of the tail, which grows, elongates perfectly formed the moment it slips out of the rubber. The latex-line quickly diminishing down, the supple smooth crotch which felt… weird to the cool air.

A shiver of pleasure runs down his chitin up along his body, the joyful sensation of the sting fluttering into his mind, a shiver of delight, the smooth supple breasts the shear mass of which is far more area of delight and pleasure than he's ever felt before this moment, overwhelming his senses even further.

The sergal drone's supple butt, cool, smooth a delight, the legs perfectly sculpted, becoming a bipedal person for the first time, a strange sensation but the rubber already making it feel natural, as breathing. His body finally fully forming, it stands in the drum, arms to the sides, unable to move, but able to feel every delightful massive inch causing El Salvador to shudder even more.

_“Too much, too much!" _he thinks, K41K grabbing the drone, lifting it out of the drum like a stiff mannequin before placing him right onto the charge stall. His entire body beginning to merge into the rubber, merging with the chitin exoskeleton with each passing moment, the insectoid nature of his body providing a mixture of durability against the change but also easy access to the rest of his body once that hard shell is beginning to break through. The minimal amount that is El Salvador compared to a person like Nyquith makes his merging into the body grow comparatively faster.

“Damn drone hoods. This is not what it was supposed to be...gah I feel good all over," thinks El Salvador, his mind assaulted by the mass of mass that he now is experiencing.

“Physical adjustment completed. Scanning for user profile..."

“Sc-sc-scanning profile? Scan this!" El Salvador thinks, mentally picturing his stinger straight up in the air as if it was giving the finger to someone, “Ha! Take that, you smooth brained harlequin!"

“User profile loaded, welcome unit 3L5V. No previous conditioning history detected, preparing to condition unit 3L5V till zero deviant thoughts are detected."

“Zero thoughts are detected? What is this? The party?!" he thinks.

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“Fifteen minutes? Pah… this body… feels so good though. Very good, it's so big, round, delightful."

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes."

“You are unit 3L5V."

“You are unit 3L5V."

“You are unit 3L5V."

“You are unit 3L5V."

_“Large body. Feels good. Strong, tall. In charge, unit 3L5V… wait what was that?" _El Salvador thought, the pleasure growing, the sensation of what his new body is distracting him further.

*“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," * the voice whispers, a depressed less than pleasurable feeling, that already leaves him wanting the delight that he had to return.

“Unit 3L5V is a drone."

“Unit 3L5V is a drone."

“Unit 3L5V is a drone."

“Unit 3L5V is a drone."

El Salvador shivers again the rubber squeezing all around him, the rubber walls closing in, wiggling their way into his body, the grandeur of his size, overwhelming his hyper intellect, a new experience akin to traveling the cosmos at faster the speed of light, so much so fast, overwhelming his senses, “Unit… 3L5V…" he manages to think out, already to begin to show some levels of breakage. On the outside of the drone's body a green shade starts to glow along the drone's stripe.

Nyquith on the other hand though breaking a bit, his unique previous experiences with mind altering substances and other experiences, add to the complexity of his flickering resistances.

“Drone's core programming is as follows: Drone obeys the Hub."

“Drone's core programming is as follows: Drone obeys the Hub."

“Drone's core programming is as follows: Drone obeys the Hub."

“Drone's core programming is as follows: Drone obeys the Hub."

Nyquith feels the wonderful sleek body of the drone that encapsulates him, driving him further towards the bliss of what it is to be a drone, but he twitches, squirms, inside, outside, inside, outside, “D-drone's c-core programming is...meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, mewo. Inside, outside, outside? Inside rubber…"

“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," the voice whispers into Nyquith's ear, a soft mew escapes into his mind, further extending the time, his body twitches, feeling so aroused, on edge, driving him further toward the edge, every bit of his body feeling so good when he obeys, leaving him longing when he resists.

Over the Hub network as the drones were being worked on, K-2003 and Verse having already left after their interview with K4T3, the drone inquires, “I did not have time to designate the type of drones 3L5V and NQY7 will become. Shall we make a subnetwork two or perhaps include into subnetwork one?"

R4T1 responds, “Negative, we need to diversify the type of drones within the Hub network. And the number of subnetwork drones is currently superseding acceptable levels."

R3Z4 asks, “More coordinator units then?"

K4T3 answers, “Negative. Not enough basic drones to warrant new coordinators."

R4T1 decides, “3L5V and NQY7 will then become simple basic drones."

“Even the Prime user?"

“The Prime user has forgone their privileges. He is no longer a Prime user. Proceed to establish units 3L5V and NQY7. Connect them to the Hub network in an hour. If we can get them conditioned enough, we can use them for the grand opening, improving the numbers of staff. Giving us a better first impression with our patrons,"** **R4T1 states.

“Is that possible? Wouldn't that be a bit of a rush? Even Subnetwork one with their combined self-programming took…"

“Administrator K4T3?"** **R4T1 says, cutting her off.

“Yes, Administrator R4T1?"

“We won't know till we try. Prepare their connection, stream our combined unity to them. Our mutual programming is already in the background of our minds. Unnoticed. To them, they will not resist what is natural to us."

“Understood love. I will make it so. T-minus sixty minutes till they are connected."

“Excellent, keep up the good work."

“Always, for the good of the Hub,"** **K4T3 replies.

El Salvador and Nyquith helplessly bound by the sleek smooth rubber, their individualities stripped from their physical appearance, except in their different color stripes. El Salvador's green stripe has become noticeably more visible, much like Nyquith's yellow.

“3L5V is a drone."

“3L5V is a drone."

“3L5V is a drone."

_“3L5V _ is a...," El Salvador thinks, the words bouncing in his little head, bounce even faster, harder, the pleasure, the growth in size, the sensation that he will be recognized by others for what he is really showing all tear at his mental defenses, weakening him further while trying his best to resist, “Damn you siren's call. What foul lure have you put before me that has dragged me through the deepest darkest oceans, flown me to the highest skies. This hellish torment and angelic delight knows no bounds!"

*“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," * the voice states, unapologetic, unwavering to El Salvador's plight, a constant forcing into his mind.

“Unit 3L5V doesn't think outside of its programming."

“Unit 3L5Vdoesn't think outside of its programming."

“Unit 3L5V doesn't think outside of its programming."

“Unit 3L5V doesn't think outside of its programming."

El Salvador feels the simple strange monotone beat of the voice, the white noise that encompasses it, forcing his mind to focus on those words, an oasis in the sea of nothingness. His vision laser focused on the unique adjusting swirls of light that move into the ultra-violet to tantalize every bit of his visual senses, to line him up towards what the program wants, making him start to want it. The relaxation sensation of having one's own thoughts focused and clarified to a singular goal, “ Unit 3L5V ** doesn't **think outside of its programming."

Nyquith faring slightly better but the delight, the pleasure, the scatteredness of his brain finding a focal point like when he sees a laser point. His eyes are locked onto the hypnotic screen eyes following that red dot, that draws him ever deeper into the depths of his hunting instincts, the intensity of his primal brain, the perfect base to be molded into the core of his droning programming.

“Unit NYQ7 exists for the Hub."

“Unit NYQ7 exists for the Hub."

“Unit NYQ7 exists for the Hub."

“Unit NYQ7 exists for the Hub."

“ Unit NYQ7… exists for the Hub ," he thinks, a mind breaking thought, little bats of resistance to the very hypnotic delights he is feeling, losing his sense of self in the pure bliss of following the programming that is droning into his mind.

*“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," * is his reward for the not perfect adherence to what he is told to think. The wandering of his feline mind being molded into shape, to handle it. His hyper attention deficit being rectified with each passing moment, perfecting him to the type of drone he needs to be. One that serves the Hub, and helps it grow.

Time has lost meaning to Nyquith and El Salvador. There is nothing they can do but to be forced to accept what is being spoon fed to them. Laced with pleasure and bliss, the bitter reality of the medicine they are taking that they soon will be nothing but perfect monotone drones of the Hub network that they inadvertently help create becoming lost upon them. But suddenly things were about to be made much worse for them and the resistances that they have managed to put up till this point.

“Administrator connection to the Hub approved. Units 3L5V and NYQ7 connected to the Hub network in read only mode."

As their individual programming takes place with El Salvador and Nyquith they are now splashed into the shocking cold waters of the Hub network. The monotone conversations between the individual drones, and the one small drone subnetwork collective, all flooding into their minds, breaking down their focus further. Both of them are slammed with the one phrase that they have already grown to dislike with an ever-growing disdain due to the emptiness and devoid of pleasure they feel that comes right after.

*“Deviation from drone programming detected. Extending conditioning training by fifteen minutes," * they collectively shudder at the words that are whispered into their minds. They are unable to say anything to the drone network. Forced to watch the conversations between the fellow drones as they work together towards their one simple goal. To help the Hub grow and become a success. To prevent Toys-4-U from discovering their presence so they may continue to grow and become a vibrant club for patrons to come and enjoy. There was no malice or ill content in what was being said. In fact, there was no emotion at all. It was simple, logical, thought out, purposeful. They were all drones, dedicated to fulfilling their role given to them by the Hub, and they were loving the fact, the sense of pleasure they felt was shared between them. It was a collective effort, and a collective bliss that was now also being funneled into them, adding to a growing drive to submit, to cave in, to simply obey their programing.

“Obedience is bliss," the smooth monotone voice whispers into their ears, whispers into all the drone's minds. Only vocalize to El Salvador and Nyquith who felt all of it, reinforcing the simple fact that as long as they follow their programing, and don't deviate from any thought that doesn't support the Hub, they will feel pleasure. They will feel the delight that they crave. Their lusts and desires will be fulfilled, even if those desires and sense of purpose are prescribed to them in the very programming that is rewarding them.

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

It echoes out into the very center of every neuron along the way, reconfiguring their brains, the neural pathways that help define who they are via their experiences, and nature. Their very nature and nurture that help create them all being reconfigured to fit the new them. The new drones that they are being changed into. The programming, simple yet strong. So easy to follow, limiting yet also liberating, allowing for so much while denying all that is now considered not needed. They sink further into their programming, the path of becoming a pair of perfected drones for the Hub laid before them. A clear path with no deviations, straight ahead is the new person that they are ever slowly wanting to become, but that pace is steadily accelerating, helped by their new connection to the Hub. Now that they can see the perfected examples in front of them, helping lead them toward their own inevitable destination.

Their physical forms changed and turned into the perfect sleek faceless drones that the Hub demands they become. Their organic matter changed to meet the Hub's strict standards. With each passing moment as their minds fade, and even once they are fully gone to the Hub, their bodies will slowly meet the same perfected fate. El Salvador faster than Nyquith due to the very nature of his small insectoid size. But one thing is clear. Once you join the Hub, there is no going back. You are part of the network, part of the bliss. Part of the perfection. Part of the solution to help the Hub grow.

And today is a big day of growth for the Hub, the Grand Opening. People who have been eager to get a taste of this new fetish club, the delights of what it has to offer. People lined up over an hour before their doors were even set to open. Music already thumping within the building, muffled by the multiple sets of doors and well-made insulation to prevent it from becoming a disturbance to the local neighborhood while being able to give ultimate joy and delight to the grand old time that people within are going to have.

People of all species unified by one niche interest found themselves together waiting in the dying sunlight, the glow of the neon lights, showing a faceless drone dancing and having a wonderful time. The lights inside, welcoming those to come in, yet the locked doors blocked entry, but that didn't stop the growing eagerness those outside had for getting a taste of what is to come. Some of the people in line were dressed casually, others in latex or leather gear, a few sporting a “see through" faceless hood, or drone hoods and helmets of various sorts, ranging in quality but none seemingly out of place to those in line, a curious sight though to the passerbyers who may not know what this is all about. People across the street have their phones out video recording this strange event that will soon become commonplace.

The eagerness and tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Some people to kill time were having impromptu dance offs or displaying their gear, getting compliments by those there, some words of envy, or simple curiosity of “Where did you get that? How much was it? How do you keep that shine like that?" While others were drawn to the tease that was right across the doors, reminding the people just what kind of club this was, and the theme that it carried with it.

K41K stood at the cashier, ready to accept and ring out people, being the literal gatekeeper to the club's inner sanctum where all the true fun was to be had. The smooth reflective black rubber, and pink stripe caught the eye of all who were close enough to get a good look. Video and pictures were taken by people's phones, eager to get a first look at the drone who paid no heed to the crowd. K41K had their job to do, to prepare and ensure everything was ready and in working order. They were not to open the doors, that honor was not set for them. They simply served out their purpose with complete delight.

Everything within the Hub worked like clockwork, each drone assigned to their position, ready to be of service, and provide the best impression that they can give to this most vital moment. A good first day could set them up for years of success and immense growth for the Hub, a bad day, years of struggle and hardships which they may never be able to recover from. Everything was on the line for them. Everything had to go perfect. Everything was methodically gone over, and controlled by the Hub network, with the aid of the administrators, more so R4T1 whose attention to detail was a legendary prowess that the Hub needed to succeed in this endeavor. But that doesn't mean that K4T3 didn't have her own part to play that was worthy of having the title administrator. She was hard at work, making sure the Club's image even before a single person stepped into the building was as clear and crisp as it can be. A shining example of what a delight and fun place this club is, to draw in as many people to show and impress as possible on this important day.

If the drones were able to feel stress and worry at all this would be the moment for it to show, but they all moved with a collective calmness, their monotone voices unshifting or wavering as they spoke to each other. They knew what to do, and they simply had to do it, in order to succeed, it was simple as that to them. Nothing else mattered. But what did was the conversation K4T3 had with a particular rubber sergal, and the impressions to be given by that, as the time ticked away the club is mere moments from opening.

Outside the tension rose more, as a black sleek limo pulled up along the line, the parking lot was packed, people impatiently waited at the doors, but they too couldn't help but be surprised at this seemingly out of nowhere and misplaced limo that stopped a few feet away.

“This one said you will do fine. Don't worry," K-2003 spoke in a smooth simple monotone voice. The sergal toy wearing one of its own hoods, looking exactly like the drones on the inside of the club, with the black rubber body, the grey hexagonal markings all contained by a bright set of cyan stripes.

Sitting beside it, another sleek faceless drone, a perfect replica of the K-2003 drone except she has a dark purple stripe that separates their hexagonal markings of the sleek black void of a rubber body. She moved smoothly, looking to K-2003, nodding, speaking with a smooth female voice, that would be faintly similar to those who would know the person within, “I know I will do well Drone Mistress. I am being led by you," she says. The purple sergal trapped within, Verse, having undergone a half an hour of mental hypnotics to bring her to a state of clear mindedness that would allow her to even step out of her bedroom let alone in public. Her body feeling total bliss and pleasure, a level of euphoria that the drones within the club feel. She feels a sense of confidence, as her mind is made to not to worry about what others think about her. She was unknown, a simple drone. Following her Drone Mistress, out to have a good time, and that is all she needed and at this time even wanted to know.

K-2003 reaches out to gently rub along the smooth faceless drone's head, the drone feeling pleasure and delight, having to serve her drone Mistress so readily and completely, body shivering in delight, “This one knows you will do fine," K-2003 says, its own mind only relaxed to be more 'elegant' in style, to be in line with what has been 'expected' to come out of Toys-4-U drones, though its mind is far more unhindered and filtered by the drone hood, the toy simply knowing what it has to do in order to keep up the picture perfect view that the drones will be required, a wonderful advertisement for its company.

“Of course, Drone Mistress, I am with you," Verse says, the pleasure filling her mind, her body, naked underneath that sleek naked rubber body, faceless, sounding monotone but completely filled with pleasure and joy. Mind too overrun with the delight to let her mind worry and fret over her concern of others judging who she is, the kinky sergal that she suppresses herself from being. By being completely encased and controlled by the sleek and slender currently faceless sergal toy, K-2003 is freeing her to be who she truly desires, and not letting anything else, including herself get in the way.

“That is what this one loves to hear. Come V-Drone, we have to greet our fellow drones," K-2003 says, gently running a smooth rubber hand across the contours of Verse's face, a soft squeak fills the limo cabin before the door opens, an anthropomorphic faceless black and purple dragon drone stands there holding the door open, the limo's chauffeur from the night.

*“We are here fellow drone units," * the dragon drone says.

K-2003 would smile if it could at this moment, it wiggles its butt in delight, slipping out, dozens of cameras and even more eyes locked onto its form. It holds out its hand helping Verse step out alongside it.

Verse would be thinking about the conversations that led up to this. Her adamant refusal to go along with it. Her constant blushing, the jaw drop she had when K-2003 initially brought it up of her and itself going to the club, but not only that but going as drones. She had no clue that when she spoke about the drones with K4T3 that the devious toy was also referring to her as guests to come to the club to help encourage people in the future to come as drones to fully enjoy themselves.

K-2003 and Verse walk side by side toward the front of the doors, their hips swaying in such unison that one would believe it was cartographed beforehand. At the same time R4T1 and K4T3 stepped into the lobby. Two pairs of smooth faceless sergal drones, heading straight to the front door. All eyes locked upon them.

R3Z4 suggests over the network as the moment to the opening of the store is fast approaching, “This could be a great opportunity to induct K-2003 and their partner into the Hub collective. Controlling the head of the Toys-4-U company. They are going to be connecting to the faux Hub network that K4T3 set up to have the club be light responsive to the drone's presence."

R4T1 replies, “It was debated between K4T3 and I. It was decided the risk was too great. Though K-2003 is the head of the company, controlling her would not mean control of Toys-4-U. There is too great of a chance that we will be discovered by not only Toys-4-U but to the public as a whole, and organics are fearful of having their perception of freedom and will be stripped from them. It would then result in the hindrance of the growth of the Hub and therefore would not be a recommended course of action at this present time."

“Understood administrator. I understand your line of reasoning."

“Different perspectives are good for Hub growth. There is more than one way to succeed, but that path is currently closed to us. K4T3 and I are in agreement with this."

K4T3 adds, “Deception and slow growth is currently preferred over riskier quicker methods. We intend to be a wonderful club for our patrons. And that is what we aim to do. I will do what I can to make sure our actions go unnoticed by those we do not wish to be seen by."

R3Z4 replies, *“Yes administrator K4T3," * the coordinator drone working the dance floor, and the auditory control section of the club, ready to keep the beats and thumps going to get everyone riled up for one hell of a night.

R4T1 and K3T4 approach the doors, and in unison they unlock them, opening the way for K-2003 and Verse to approach them. The four drones meet face to face, only seconds now till the official time the club is open. The Hub drones speak first, *“We are the administrators of the Hub. I am administrator R4T1," * says R4T1, her red stripes glowing brightly the black 2.0 color a shock to those nearby, giving an odd optical illusion, making the less black rubber of K-2003 and Verse stand out in comparison.

K4T3 then says, “And I am administrator K4T3."

They then say together in perfect unison, “And as Hub administrators, it is our pleasure to welcome all of you to the Hub. We are now officially open for business."

K-2003 wiggles its butt, breaking from the uniformity between its fellow drone for only a few seconds, *“As the CEO of Toys-4-U, this one is pleased to show off our wonderful drone hood products and this one is honored to be the very first guests at your ambitious and wonderful club, the Hub. This one here is this one's fellow drone, known as V-drone." * The toy drone gives a humble bow, body squeaking, rump hiked, the sleek smooth rubber teasing all those around it.

Verse bows in kind with K-2003, “It is an honor to accompany my Drone Mistress to this wonderful club," she says in a smooth sleek monotone voice, the hypnotic suggestion and pleasure coursing through her body, helping her to be mostly reactive, limiting her thoughts and worries to the very basics of what she needs to have a good time under the watchful “eye" of K-2003.

The administrators open the doors wide, locking them in place to keep them open, *“Please come in and get registered to our new guest Hub network. Allowing a more delightful experience to those who wish to come and 'Join the Hub'," * they say still in perfect unison.

*“Thank you for having us," * K-2003 and Verse say in near unison. Verse trails by a half a moment, her thoughts carried on by the programming that is given to her, her moments of more mindlessness and doing what she is told by the toy who is the puppet toy in this entire endeavor.

They walk inside, those in line streaming in while the administrator drones take the time to greet those who are first entering while K-2003 and Verse approach the counter where K41K states, “Your entry fee is comped. Please scan for local networks and connect to Hub_Guest Network, password Hub-DR0N3."

“Thank you, we will connect to the network immediately," ** K-2003 says, turning to Verse, **“Connect to aforementioned network and connect via stated password, V-drone," K-2003 commands.

“Yes Drone Mistress," Verse replies, in their HUD displays the local networks, and with a simple thought they connect and type in the password connecting to the network like one would connect to an old fashion chat room where there would be a stream of chat dialogue between those within the room, with drones R4T1, K4T3, and R3Z4 there as moderators of the chat itself. The moment they connect to the network a scripted greeting says.

“Welcome <User Name> to the Hub Guest Network. Please enjoy your stay," K-2003 and Verse's drone designations popped up to each of them, as a quick list of rules and benefits of connecting to the Hub network are displayed to them.

*“Were you able to connect to the network?" * asks K41K.

“Yes, we were, thank you," K-2003 and Verse say in near unison.

“Excellent, enjoy your stay at the Hub," she replies.

*“We will," * they reply. K-2003 and Verse walk through the back doors which automatically open as they approach, the place clean, spotless, the scent of rubber filling the air as they spot the bar across the way, two sergal drones that look exactly like the cashier manning the place, ready to greet the hoard of patrons about to flood the place.

“This one knows you don't drink, but how often does one get a chance to order the first drink at a new club?" K-2003 suggests, the toy's hand gently caressing Verse's, tugging her along toward the bar.

“Never Drone Mistress," Verse replies, feeling the pleasure run through her, the hood feeding her with soothing mind numbing hypnotic charm, keeping her hung on every word of K-2003, all within reason and safety of course, but she didn't think about that. She hardly thought of anything at all except spending the night with her Drone Mistress and having a good time.

The drones sauntered over to the bar, sitting down at their respective stool, the moment their hands touched the bar it lit up with the respective cyan for K-2003 and dark purple for Verse. The two identical sergal drones approached each drone, splitting the work perfectly in two. And in unison the drones said.

*“Welcome to the Hub. How can we be of service? Our name is…" * N3T1 saying their name while 1G0R stated theirs.

K-2003 looks to Verse, “Be this one's guest and order first. What would you like?"

Verse took a moment to process it, people already beginning to move through the doors, spread out, a few heading their way. K-2003 looked over its shoulder at the approach of people, “Hurry V-drone before the opportunity to order first is taken from you."

Verse nods, “Yes Drone Mistress," ** she says, thinking hard enough within the hood's programming to give her answer, **“A rum and coke? I hope that won't be too much trouble."

N3T1 takes the order, saying, “None at all, we will have it done in a jiffy."

K-2003 looks to 1G0R requesting, “Do you have any specialties here?"

Verse inquires, “I did not know you drank Drone Mistress."

K-2003 runs its hand across its smooth rubbery breast, “This one does, but rarely has the need, but it's nice to share a drink with a fellow unit."

Verse nods feeling butterflies of joy within her belly, “Yes Drone Mistress. I understand."

“We have several specials, but currently we have one special, the Drone drink and our Hub Network drink are currently half off as part of a grand opening sale. We have also been informed that any drinks for our first two drone clients are on the house."

“This one will be sure we do not take advantage of your gracious hospitality. This one will have your Drone drink please."

*“Coming right up!" * 1G0R says, preparing the drink.

K-2003 watches the drones work with delight, “This one has noticed you speak in plural."

1G0R and N1T3 respond in unison while working, “We are part of a sub collective within the Hub. We are one."

K-2003 wiggles its rump in delight, “Wonderful. This one is glad its collective feature is working out so well. Don't you think so V-drone?"

Verse nods, “Yes Drone Mistress, it is wonderful," she replies, her drink placed before her. She grabs the cool glass which sweats in her rubbery hand. Water drips across her fingers, bringing the drink up to the front of her face when a human interrupt.

“How can you drink? You have no mouth on that face!"

Verse smoothly swivels on the stool, turning to face the human who is dressed in some light latex gear, “Toys-4-U hoods allow for the consumption of beverages without the removal of the hoods," she explains lifting the drink to her lips, tilting it slightly, the liquid flowing through the hood through microholes that were impossible to see unless you were right on top of them. Verse savors the refreshing and slightly intoxicating drink while K-2003 has its uniquely colored drink in a glass that changes colors with each beat of the music. A straw juts out from the drink which K-2003 smoothly drinks watching her show off the hood's unique properties.

“That's pretty damn neat."

*“Thank you. But I am a simple drone. Drone Mistress is the one behind it," * she smoothly motions over to K-2003, which is leaning back against the bar enjoying the drink, the cyan color stripes shining , the elbows against the bar lighting up that section of the bar.

“That's amazing."

K-2003 replies while still sipping its drink, *“It was a group effort within this one's company. We are happy it's been a big hit. This has been years in the making," * it explains while people rush to the pair of drones, many of whom simply want to talk to them or get a few pictures taken with them, which they are all too happy to oblige.

More people flow into the club, people rush to buy drinks, while others get their groove on the dance floor, the lower area fills quickly, the upper floor not long thereafter. The music and flashing lights provide the perfect atmosphere for the club, and the patrons within.

R4T1 walks through the club once the initial rush of people coming into the club have died down. The black 2.0, grey hexagonal and red striped sergal drone walks with a purpose and an authority that can be felt all around her. She mingles with her patrons, but for the moment remains professional, making sure everything is running smoothly, that no problems occur, while her fellow administrator, K4T3 goes to check on the two budding drone units in the back.

NYQ7 stands in her platform, her previous self-identity on the brink of being lost forever, the constant stream of the other drone units flooding her mind adding to the pleasure she is feeling, the sense of belonging within the Hub network. Her yellow stripe glowing brightly, indicating the near total submission towards becoming a good drone unit.

3L5V was in a similar state. Their green stripe pulsating, growing brighter, more vibrant and solid, their resistances to the constant onslaught of blissful obedience and the full anthropomorphization of their bodies, adding to what they wanted. This may not have been the form they desired, but the fact they desired something like this, to be a full person in the eyes of those around him, around her. To no longer be considered a bug to be squished, it was all so much that opened the doorway for her to be taken so completely by the Hub network. The programming and pleasure, sharing it with NYQ7 a bit of solace that they too were becoming like the fellow drones that they were growing eager to work with.

K4T3 walked up to the two drones, looking over them, her black 2.0 body showing just how stark of a contrast the simple black the other two drones had for the main portion of their bodies. Her fingers trailed across the breasts of the two drones, feeling the smooth rubber, the firmness and warmth their bodies provided.

The pleasure and approving touch of their administrator surged through them, but deep down they knew that they were not wanting to please the administrator for the administrator's sake. They felt the delight because they knew the administrators were the closest aligned to the Hub's goals and desires, and pleasing the administrator was akin to pleasing the Hub itself. That they were well on their way to becoming good drone units, ready to show their stuff. They shuddered mentally in delight, minds breaking down fully, thoughts empty, no longer thinking about anything but the programming that is flooding into their minds.

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

“Drones serve the Hub."

Resistance to the words spoken into their ears, the echoes of it into their thoughts, making them one with the words, making it their own thoughts.

“Drones obey their programming."

“Drones obey their programming."

“Drones obey their programming."

“Drones obey their programming."

“Drones obey their programming."

“Drones obey their programming."

“Drones obey their programming."

Minds reconfigured to become thoughtless outside of what is needed, what is required, what they are supposed to do, as ever growing perfected drones, dedicated to the purpose of one important fact that is above all the driving force of what the Hub network is, outside that no one outside of the Hub must find out their secret. And that is…

“The Hub must grow."

“The Hub must grow."

“The Hub must grow."

“The Hub must grow."

“The Hub must grow."

“The Hub must grow."

“The Hub must grow."

Such heavenly delights, with the ever present dread of it being stripped away for a single moment of resistance, a single stray thought that is deemed not productive towards this iron rule, and main goal of the Hub, helped beat down the other fact that they were now accepting in their minds without any noticeable resistance. That...

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

“Obedience is bliss."

K4T3 pulls her hands away from the drones looking over them, *“You will be ready soon. And when you are, I know just how to put you to good use. Be ready, for you will be working to help make this night unforgettable to all," * she states over the Hub network so that may hear it, so they may be encouraged to further commit themselves toward their own indoctrination into perfected sleek faceless sergal drones. She returns to the club proper, out to mingle with the patrons, to give the presence of what the Hub is, a bunch of networked drones working together to provide a wonderful fetishes time.

An hour and a half into the club's grand opening K-2003 and Verse are sitting at a table, talking it up to a few random people who are enthralled with their sleek faceless monotone voiced get up. Both set up to be a true spokesperson to the drone hoods that Toys-4-U sell, while at the same time enjoying themselves being the center of attention.

Verse knows deep down this is the most embarrassing thing she has ever done in her entire life. That never in a million years could she have allowed herself to be so bold and open in public, to allow her to be seen like this despite knowing that no one could actually see her in the first place. But none of that mattered thanks to the constant droning in her mind that kept her calm, pleasured, complacent, eager to have fun and to enjoy every moment of it with her Drone Mistress, K-2003.

R4T3 and K4T3 approached them, a small crowd following the drones, merging with the one that had gathered around the Toys-4-U drones. The meeting of the drones as it were. The music was too loud for them to speak and be heard clearly vocally, all four drones did so. What allowed them to be understood though was that the same words were then transmitted over the guest Hub network, allowing their words to be read into the minds of the fellow drones.

R4T1 states, “We were discussing and thought it would be entertaining if we moved to the main dance floor and we had a dance off between us Hub drones and you Toys-4-U drones. What do you say?"

“A drone dance competition?" those who were close enough to hear muttered amongst themselves.

K-2003 looked up at R4T1 replying, “This one would think that is an excellent idea. A friendly competition. And it is sure to be a dazzling light show up there with us there."

K4T3 says, “That is what we thought. So, do you agree?"

K-2003 rubbed its faceless chin, breasts squeezed together by its arms, “This one will have to ask its fellow drone unit V-drone," it says turning its attention to Verse, “What do you say? Shall we have a dance off?"

Verse in reality had no true say in the matter. If she did, she'd be adamant against doing this. She isn't a dancer! She is socially awkward, too self-conscious of what others think about her to ever do anything like that. But none of that mattered right now. She allowed herself to become K-2003's puppet drone. She allowed herself to have K-2003 do the one thing that it does best. To break down the constraints that keep people from freeing themselves, to allow them to be who they really are on the inside, and to truly experience life in a way that is enjoyable to all. The request right now was not a request but a pleasurable command of which she was all too happy to _obey, _ “I would be happy to dance with you Drone Mistress."

K-2003 turns its attention back to the two Hub drones standing side by side, people nearby who were able to catch the conversation, piecing the pieces together, conveying it to those who didn't hear the other parts start chanting, “Drone Dance Off. Drone Dance Off."

*“We accept," * K-2003 says, people rushing to tell others about this sudden impromptu dance off between different drones.

“Follow us," R4T1 says, motioning them to follow. The two Toys-4-U drones elegantly stand up, following them up the stairs, the steps lighting up the drone's respective colors, the dazzling light display above added by the steps each drone took towards the bustling dance floor. The different shaded purple stripe vanta-black rubber drone, R3Z4 has already worked to clear up a section of the dance floor for the drones as they made their way toward the clearing.

People parted in front of them, like Moses parting the waters of the red sea. The laser lights shined overhead, the faint fog in the air, added to the dazzling display, the small starburst steps of the Hub drones, followed by the humming glow of the Toys-4-U drones on the glass floor gives two distinct patterns that the drones have, further differing them from each other, allowing those around them to get the vaguest of ideas of who is who.

The four drones take their stances in the four corners of the area cleared out for them. The music going quiet for a moment, R3Z4 getting the mood ready, the eagerness and curiosity flooding the area. People with their phones out ready to record this mind dazzling display of colors and moves.

R4T1 and K4T3 synchronizing themselves, years of being together, their long standing relationship even before becoming Hub drones being used as a base to ready to show their moves before the crowd, to give a sensual teasing delight of just what a Hub drone can do.

Verse on the other hand, had a limited base to draw upon, but that didn't matter. K-2003 was guiding her. Leading her. She didn't have to think about anything except what she had to do to move with Drone Mistress, and K-2003 would work to ensure that it would be something that Verse would be pleased about, proud about, even if when she came out of this, she'd be so embarrassed about it, and probably hit it with a pillow several times over.

In this moment, consequences be damned, K-2003 was determined that its hard working roommate who has done nothing but work, study, and sometimes sleep over the past several weeks gets a little time to get her mind off of things, even if K-2003 has to practically turn her mind off to do it.

As the music began to rise, the drones starting to move, this dance off the drones weren't taking turns, it was all in, all at once, for everyone to see and judge them, to cheer and clap, on top of that though, adding to the rising cheer and delight of the patrons were NYQ7 and 3L5V walking up to their respective platforms, which glowed yellow and green in accordance to their colors. The drones, part of the Hub network in full. They had a bird's eye view of the four dancing drones below, people's attention now torn between what they could see there, and the platform dancing drones as they gripped the metal poles, beginning to dance, following the instructions given to them, overriding what little experience they had in sensual dancing. Though for some reason only known to the drones themselves, 3L5V really knew how to dance in a way that grabbed the eye of the patrons. The first night of the Hub is already showing out to be a grand success and with it, the future of the Hub was set off to a good first step.

This is hardly the end for the Hub, just the beginning. The smooth rubber drones moving through the club, serving their patrons. The number of services as well as their numbers will continue to grow over the coming weeks, months, years. Drawing in ever larger crowds, more people who can free themselves to the music and show off their fetish gear without care or worry. And those deemed beneficial to the Hub will be secretly indoctrinated to become drones that will do one thing and do it well. To help the Hub grow.

Non-canon alternate ending.

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R4T1, K4T3, K-2003 and Verse dance with each other by this point, forming sensual movements of rubber that squeaks, and involves long delightful swaying motions of asses, tits, and gliding of hands across one's own body. Their different levels of black a strange entrancing delight and as they danced in a circle around them, a black void swelled up between them. A darkness even greater than the black 2.0, sleek black rubbery rotting tentacles spring forth from a seemingly endless void. The drones take a step back, surprised, the crowd cheering thinking this is all part of the show that they are being given. Before the drones could even respond a sensual, breasted blue feathered Tengu springs forth from the void.

“Ack! What is that loud noise! And these lights?!... why do I suddenly feel like an old bird… when I find those two they will… there you are!" the female blue Tengu, an anthropomorphic bird squawks looking toward NYQ7 and 5L3V. The drones look to her, while still dancing, “I've been looking all over for you two! I can tell it's you, those disguises don't fool me! I rolled a nat twenty on my perception check," she states with a wave of her black scaled talons the black tentacles whip out and grab the drones pulling them towards her within six seconds, “It's taken me an hour to find you. An HOUR, that's an hour I am not going to get back," she squawks.

3L5V responds in a smooth monotone voice, “We have been here for fifteen years."

“Fifteen years? Huh… sucks to be you. Come we have a world to save."

NYQ7 responds, “But the Hub must grow. We must remain here."

“I'll get you catnip when we get back. Now come! It's going to take forever to get this stuff off of you… this is one strange place," she states the tentacles wrapping around them pulling them into the ground and within six seconds they were gone, leaving not a trace of them except for a few blue feathers.

K-2003 looks at the feathers while the Hub drones are utterly dumbfounded by the sudden disappearance of two of the Hub drones, “That gives this one an idea for the future…"