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As they made their way through the latex-infested city – dodging drones in the icy cold night – one question kept gnawing at Talyssa’s mind. Yet, she didn’t have the opportunity to ask. Not when they were forced to constantly keep moving, working their way towards the old Phisher headquarters. Now and then, they encountered throngs of newly converted drones and were forced to hide and wait for them to pass.

There were dozens. Hundreds. It was looking as if the entire city was lost, but Talyssa was a cop. She had to do something, regardless of how bad things got. That was what cops did. And so, she watched quietly, waiting for the opportunity.

The drones, such as they were, were all in various stages of conversion. Some were already masked, wearing those strange visors over their eyes. Others were simply covered by latex that seemed to be piloting them like suits, leading all of them towards… it had to be the headquarters. But if it was, that meant that movement would become harder and harder the closer they got to whatever the drones’ convergence point was.

Talyssa fought back the shivers. Her hands felt like two solid blocks of ice, but she refused to shiver as a drone passed within maybe half a meter of the container that she and Andrea were hiding behind. Unlike her, the skunk was made for cold weather like this, something that a zebra would always struggle with even if dressed for the occasion, which she decidedly was not. Not after the drones ripped her clothes off earlier. Or maybe they dissolved them. She couldn’t remember the events very clearly. What she had now was an ill-fitting set of civilian summer clothes that did little to keep the cold out of her very bones.

As the group of drones passed, she and Andrea followed them at a safe distance until they were cut off by another group arriving from a crossing street. This time, they ducked into a restaurant just on the corner, that was at least blissfully warm still, waiting for the latex creatures to pass.

It felt almost normal inside the restaurant. Yes, the fact that it was empty was unnatural, and left it feeling like a strange dream-space, but the smell of food hung thick in the air – Talyssa could smell hamburgers, but also something more expensive like steak, she thought – and most importantly, it was still warm. The zebra could practically feel life returning to her body as the warmth thawed frozen muscle, and it made the entire situation feel ever so slightly less dire.

Quietly, they watched the drones march towards the place they already knew everyone was going. This group was also leading a group of unconverted people who looked afraid, terrified even. Talyssa supposed even these drones struggled to convert everyone individually; there were simply too many people. She only wished that there was something she could do, but attacking the drones now would’ve effectively been suicide.

But as she watched, there was that nagging thought again. Only this time, it had time to slowly float to the surface in that moment of relative safety.

“Andrea,” she finally asked. “How’d you get away from them? After we got separated, I mean.”

“I ran,” the skunk replied. “Ran until my lungs felt like they’d collapse. And then I hid while they searched for me. Eventually, they lost track.”

Of course, that made some amount of sense. Then again, skunks weren’t exactly known for their great athleticism, and Talyssa had already noticed that she struggled to fight the drones with their unnatural strength and speed, granted to them by the parasitic rubber. But the fact was that was that she couldn’t afford to doubt her at-the-moment only friend, the only person in his vicinity. She had to trust the skunk.

“Wish we could stay here a little longer,” the zebra said, instead, already dreading the winter cold. But then, she saw something across the street, where it had been concealed by the wandering drones. A patrol car! It was visibly abandoned, the doors left open, which meant the owner was long gone – probably in more ways than one – but chances were good that their gear was left in the shop, too.

“Let’s go,” she told Andrea, and after the two made sure no more drones were walking past, they dashed out of the restaurant and over to the car on the other side of the road, illuminated like an oasis by the streetlights and advertisement.

Yet, what she found was concerning. A uniform, as if whoever it belonged to – the badge said Alex, a name she didn’t recognize – had willingly taken it off. But it was intact, which meant that he, or potentially she, had not been subsumed by the latex.

And that meant, she quickly realized, that there was something else the drones could do. The visors, maybe. It had to be.

But their sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain. The uniform was a little large, but that meant it fit over Talyssa’s already baggy clothes as a second layer against the cold. She thanked whatever force might be watching quietly, the words never really leaving her lips.

There was also a service weapon. The plain nine-millimeter pistol that everyone on the force carried at all times. It wouldn’t do much good against the drones, but Talyssa distinctly remembered the other figure. The masked man, the “Doctor”. And whoever else was behind it. They weren’t all drones, she knew that much for certain. She holstered the pistol, along with another can of pepper spray of the same kind that had saved her before.

“I don’t think we should get into any fights,” Andrea warned her. “There’s just too many of them.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s better to be able to fight than not, isn’t it?” Talyssa asked, rummaging through the car for anything more that might be useful and finding nothing.

“Maybe. Or maybe it’ll just make them angrier,” the skunk suggested. “Then again, I guess they’re pretty angry at you for escaping. Or hungry, maybe.”

“Hungry?” Talyssa paused to ask.

“Well, it seems you’re immune to the latex. At least if applied the normal way. So. they’ll probably try to study you and try some new methods until it takes,” the skunk shrugged. “I don’t know how sentient rubber creatures think, honestly. But it’d probably be safer if we didn’t go any further.”

It was a sobering thought. If she was immune, others would be too. And that meant the drones would be working overtime to find something that she wasn’t immune to, until she was just another brainwashed and visored lesbian drone too.

It had felt so good, though, when they tried it. Just let it happen, no need to struggle alone, the treasonous voice at the back of her skull goaded her. Just give up.

But she couldn’t. She had her duty, and she’d stick to it.

“I can’t. I can’t just leave all this behind,” Talyssa replied. She knew that. There was no real doubt about it, in the end.

“Always the hero, aren’t you? I guess you just gotta not get caught,” Andrea sighed. “The drones seem to stick to the main streets, though, so we should be able to move pretty freely through alleyways, no? Come on, the old Phisher building isn’t far away now.”

And so, they left that brief sanctuary of the restaurant and police car behind as they moved through latex-splattered streets once more. Andrea, with her uncanny ability to predict what the drones wanted to do, had been right; the alleyways were entirely vacant of life of any sort, whether drone or civilian, and although they didn’t lead directly to the old building, they did so in a roundabout kind of way that only took a few minutes longer.

With each step, the memories of being trapped by the drones from earlier kept flashing through Talyssa’s mind. The pleasure had been incredible, and now it was like an addiction, fueling her inner voice of doubt. She knew that at some crucial moment, those feelings might leave her knees weak at exactly the wrong time if she wasn’t prepared for it, and as such, she was determined to not let it happen.

Finally, they reached the part of the city where the old headquarters still dominated most of the neighborhood. Talyssa had always wondered – in that idle, scatterbrained way – why the building hadn’t been torn down, and had assumed it was simply due to sanitization costs that Phisher preferred to not have to pay to decommission it fully. Instead, a much darker truth was quickly revealed; as she and Andrea turned the final corner, it was to the sight of the building surrounded by guards. The entrance they had used yesterday was out of reach, but around the corner, a side entrance was more sparingly manned.

“What can we even hope to accomplish?” Andrea hissed, as they observed them, and it did seem daunting. The guards were all clad in heavy body armor that left nothing but their tails visible. Each wore a sinister-looking gas mask, and Talyssa had no doubt they had been chosen equally for protection and intimidation. Each also carried a rifle. Automatic-looking, but Talyssa lacked the expertise to recognize the models. She only knew their purpose. The guards, however, didn’t seem to be drones, but more of a private, organic militia.

But that wasn’t all; of course, the drones were there, too. Every now and then, a small group arrived and was quickly herded into the building and towards their doom, each with vapid, empty-headed smiles on their faces. The front of the building was further guarded by a new kind of drone that the zebra hadn’t seen yet. This one was tall, perhaps a giraffe, fully covered with latex like the others. From so far away, Talyssa couldn’t tell what her mask said – she would’ve guessed GUARD or OBSERVE – but it was obvious that the drone was doing surveillance, like a living security camera.

Entry should’ve been impossible, but as a zebra, Talyssa was always naturally looking for gaps that others missed. Her ancestors might’ve used that skill to run away from a pack of predators. She, instead, saw that a part of the wall had crumbled. Just to the side of the entrance, away from the giraffe-drone’s watchful eyes, and hidden behind scaffolding where repairs had been started but paused, no doubt because the drones had begun their final takeover of the city.

She gestured towards that point. Andrea nodded, and as the drone turned her head, they crept across the final street that kept them from their goal. The guards’ heavy armor had a downside; the masks, while protective, muffled the sounds of the outside world and left them reliant on the drone’s senses to spot threats. A crucial mistake by whoever was orchestrating all of this, Talyssa thought, which meant that their plans weren’t flawless.

She made it to the scaffolding just as the drone turned, and in the last split second before she was seen, Andrea did too. Talyssa’s heart was beating rapidly, but she willed it to slow down. No matter how dire the situation, she couldn’t afford to let her nerves get the best of her. Not now.

The inside of the building was dusty, just like the part they had infiltrated before. Cobwebs littered once-busy offices, with old computers left on the desks, documents neatly piled up as if someone had been planning to return to work the next day and then told not to. To the unaware, it really did look as if the building had laid abandoned for years, but of course, the two policewomen knew it wasn’t. It was merely a question of where everyone was, and that question was easily revealed by following tracks left on the dusty floor. One set moved towards the entrance, but another led deeper into the building’s guts.

Soon they happened upon a large elevator behind a bookcase that opened like a secret door. It had been left open, and the inside was almost dust-free, unlike every other inch of the offices. It had, obviously, been hidden at some point, but evidently the mastermind behind the operation saw no need to keep it secret now that their conquest was already underway. Nothing could stop them, after all, or so it felt. Talyssa could only hope that her gut feeling was wrong.

But they had come this far.

The elevator – large enough to hold at least two dozen people – only had two buttons. Down, and up. Talyssa mustered every last drop of her courage as she reached to press down, and as the doors closed and the elevator began a long descent into the unknown, she finally dared to speak out loud.

“What do you think they’re doing down there?” she asked Andrea, who seemed almost disconnected from it at all. As if she didn’t care. It had to be a trauma reaction of some sort, a shield she put up to keep going.

“Probably make more drones?” she suggested. “And they’ll make drones of us too if they catch us. But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” the skunk sighed, fingers tapping at the elevator wall absentmindedly.

“Wouldn’t be so bad? Losing your mind and being completely enslaved wouldn’t be bad?” Talyssa shot back. How could Andrea be so damn casual about a potentially world-ending event?

“Well, it beats having to do this,” the skunk replied. “The drones probably see it more like liberation, anyway. Liberation from having to think and doubt themselves.”

“Where’s any of that coming from?” Talyssa growled.

“They look happy,” Andrea said, thoughtfully. “So it’s probably safe to assume that they feel happy too, even if a little less free to make their own choices.”

The elevator was still moving. Just how deep was this place? It was much bigger beneath than above ground level, that much was clear. How long had these people been planning their takeover? How many drones did they have down here, ready to be unleashed?

Was there any hope at all, or was Andrea right?

Finally, the elevator came to a stop, what felt like thousands of feet underground. How many, Talyssa wasn’t sure, but she had a white-knuckle grip on her service weapon as the doors slid open.

Nobody. There was nobody guarding the underground facility. Just as before.

“Wasn’t expecting that,” Andrea admitted.

“They don’t think anyone can threaten them at this point,” Talyssa replied, stepping off the elevator. The instant they were both off, the doors closed, and it began to move upwards again, no doubt to fetch a new load of drones. Or people yet to be converted.

“Maybe they’re right,” the skunk suggested, a thought which Talyssa didn’t deign with a response. She had to believe they weren’t.

Past the next corner though, the underground facility was anything but quiet, but it was hard to describe what they saw. If the previous part of the facility that they had been in was used only to store and stage the drones, this was where they were processed. A vast hall bordered by two catwalks that felt entirely too loud to walk on. In the middle, beneath them, the walls were lined with pods, and between those pods, a new batch of women of all various species were currently being processed. Some were crying, others stoic, and a few seemingly excited. Not that Talyssa could see their expressions clearly from above in the half-dim warehouse lighting.

It was a far cry from the relatively euphoric transformation that they had tried to subject her to. This was all about cold, mechanical efficiency; transforming as many people as quicky as possible with little to no regard for their emotions. And why would they have shown any concern? In minutes, all their sorrows and fears would be wiped away, leaving only obedient drones. At least there was some consolation in knowing that they wouldn’t suffer, the zebra thought, though it failed to comfort her in the slightest.

Talyssa watched as one of the many faceless and nameless drones pushed a deer into one of the pods, while she sobbed and pleaded, to no avail. She went in, powerless against the much stronger drone, and the pod was sealed. It then began to slowly fill with the black latex that had already converted so many. At first, the deer banged on the front – made of glass so that everyone could watch her conversion – perhaps afraid of drowning, and for a few agonizing moments, that seemed to be exactly what would happen.

But then, the thick liquid reached her waist, and that expression of terror and fear quickly melted into what had to be pleasure. Talyssa’s treacherous pussy clenched in sympathy; she remembered exactly how good it had felt to be covered in that stuff, and for this deer, it was actually doing what it was meant to. Bonding with her, subsuming her flesh, leaving nothing but rubber behind as it devoured her in the most pleasurable of ways.

Yet, to everyone else watching, it was horror. They didn’t see that what she felt was actually pleasure, and they couldn’t know like Talyssa did. They saw one of their peers being consumed by liquid rubber, leaving behind a sleek, shiny body. Talyssa saw her gasp one final time before the liquid covered her face. Then, seconds later, the pod was opened and the deer – now little more than a drone, lacking only the visor – stumbled out.

There’s nothing you can do, Talyssa. Don’t waste your one chance at stopping this, the zebra told herself, fighting the urge to try anything as the crying crowd watched the next of them being roughly shoved into another pod, along with a dozen others.

The entire facility was like a house of horrors, only far too real. She couldn’t bear to watch the next transformation, nor did she have time to. She had to end this. Andrea was perfectly quiet next to her, staring as if spellbound until Talyssa moved. Only then did the skunk snap out of it, and followed her into the next enormous room, where the drones were taken afterwards.

This was where they were fitted with the visors. First, as each stumbling, confused drone was led to the chamber, finished drones guided them to lay down on little metal gurneys – for lack of a better word – on what looked like a conveyor belt. There wasn’t much protesting here, but merely twitches, alarmed glances, and nervous tension as the latest batch victims struggled to even understand what was happening, perhaps because of being so deep in the throes of pleasure. At least, Talyssa hoped that was what it was. It might as well have been absolute, mute agony, for all she knew, if they had changed the strain.

After each victim was strapped down, the conveyor belt moved one step forward as the next victim was strapped down in turn. A few “stops” away a pair of drones stood with a crate of new visors. The deer who Talyssa had seen earlier was next in line – though covered in latex, her body seemed to suggest nervosity – and the moment the visor was placed over her eyes, her squirming and struggling ceased. She twitched for a moment afterwards, as if some fading subconscious resistance tried to get her arms to tear the visor off, but it was too late, far too late. Her body grew still and her mouth fell open as she was forced to stare into the hypnotic swirls, subliminal commands searing themselves into her thoughts with each flashing word. Mostly one word. OBEY.

Talyssa assumed that they were probably sorted into specializations later. It wasn’t as if the rubber was bound to any particular shape or configuration. But that wasn’t what occupied most of her thoughts. It was that, as Andrea had said, the deer looked happy once all the doubt and fear had been eliminated. Happy and aroused, even, at least as far as she could see at this distance; the glistening wetness that slowly pearled at her shiny rubber folds was unmistakable, and again, the zebra felt a warm echo of that desire, as if her body demanded to get what it had been denied earlier.

An addiction, perhaps. She shook her head and ignored it, watching the next drone get pacified and fully converted with a visor of her own. There was something perversely soothing about the horror. Of all these people turned from individuals to mere drones, their lives and personalities worth nothing to Phisher, or whoever was really behind it all. All that made them individuals was discarded in the process to turn them into obedient servants.

Where were those responsible? Talyssa couldn’t stay here. Again, she motioned to the perfectly quiet Andrea – staring, again, at the subdued deer – and they moved on to the next chamber, where the conveyor belt led. And it was there that they saw the worst of it all.

In the middle of the room was a central ring, surrounded by mechanical arms, each moving as if weaving. From further away, it looked something like an enormous mechanical spider suspended from the ceiling, but the truth was worse. As Talyssa and Andrea got closer, they saw the horrible truth of what was happening. It was modifying the nameless drones. Talyssa bit her tongue to not make a sound as she watched a saw-like arm slice the arm off the current drone. And then, the other. The display read configuration: pleasure drone.

Without any arms, the drone couldn’t resist anyone’s attempts to use it, Talyssa realized. Suddenly, she felt sick to her stomach, feeling the day’s meager breakfast trying to escape along with what little acid her belly could muster.

And yet, there was also a pang of desire.

Once that cruel amputation had been finished, the next victim rolled in. This one was a pony, uncomfortably close to how Talyssa imagined she, herself, would look, strapped down and processed like a less-than-human asset for these villains. One she was under the arms, the machine flashed the text surveillance drone.

And then it sliced her head clean off. The other arms brought in new head, this one with a much longer neck. A giraffe’s, from what Talyssa could tell. The new head was placed against the torso, and then another arm – the tip burning bright – melded the new head to the body. The moment it was attached enough, the visor sprang to life. SURVEIL, it read, and then, OBSERVE.

The drone seemed no worse off. It was already smiling by the time the arms finished their grisly work. Given that all of their personalities were seemingly identical – bar for maybe the “prime” drones, their apparent leaders – maybe it couldn’t even tell the difference. Perhaps the mass of their minds was stored in the latex itself, and not in any way bound to any specific parts. That didn’t make watching it any more comfortable, of course. The drone’s gurney moved on, and next, it was the deer’s turn. She was rolled into the middle of the arms. A brief series of beeps followed as the machine scanned her. The display read configuration: infiltration drone.

Talyssa turned away, but to her surprise, Andrea pointed back towards the sordid display happening downstairs, as if it was important somehow. Reluctantly, the zebra turned to look again; as a cop, she simply had to trust her colleagues. Maybe the skunk had seen something that she hadn’t, some kind of clue.

Down there, the arms savaged the deer, whose happy expression didn’t change as her arms and legs were neatly sliced off. Talyssa saw no bones and no blood, but the sight still made her queasy. Doubly so as another mechanical pair of arms brought in new arms. She couldn’t see any difference with the arms, but for an “infiltration drone” she could only assume that they had some kind of capabilities that the default did not. The legs, however, she did. Unlike her hooved – if now, entirely rubberized – legs, the replacements had thick paws, like those of a feline. A tiger, perhaps, built for quiet movement and stalking her prey.

“This is just fascinating,” Andrea whispered, as something new happened. Two of the secondary arms, looking like airbrushes, quickly swept over the drone’s form and then began to paint it, quickly creating a very natural-looking deer pattern across her shining skin, with detail so exquisite that it looked perfectly natural, even textured like real fur. The feline legs, perhaps, were meant to be covered with boots when she performed her duty.

“Fascinating? It means anyone could be a drone,” Talyssa hissed. But before she could follow that thought to any kind of conclusion, she watched another drone walk in. This one was bigger than the others; female like all of them, and some sort of canine – a wolf, perhaps – but the mask on her face read COMMAND.

That caught Talyssa’s attention. The arms rose up in unison, in deference to the new drone’s presence, and she stepped close to inspect the deer carefully.

“Very good,” the zebra heard her murmur. “Good girl.”

Hearing her say that made Talyssa clench again, and she cursed how her reactions to everything she was seeing only left her pussy wetter. The two drones might not have managed to convert her, but they had tainted her mind somehow, and the prime drone’s voice was like sweet honey to her ears, the kind of tone that made her want to obey, made her want to be called a good girl by it. By her. The prime drones seem far more aware and capable than the interchangeable and anonymous ones.

But this was the one she had to get rid of, Talyssa realized. The one behind it all. It had to be. And so, as the drone moved on, she followed on the catwalks above with Andrea in tow, making sure not to lose track of her. She led to them a different chamber, this one full of unmasked drones standing in a perfect line, shoulder to shoulder, each waiting in quiet obedience for whatever was to come next.

There was also an otter-drone holding a tablet, who it seemed that the prime drone commanded directly.

“Have you figured out where these ones belong, yet?” the wolf-drone asked her servant.

“No, big sister. They have no clear strengths or weaknesses,” the otter replied, in a neutral voice that nonetheless dripped with admiration.

Was this where the rest of the latex-converted went, then? The ones that the machines couldn’t automatically analyze and categorize? Was this where she would be, if they caught her?

The wolf walked in front of the row of drones, inspecting each with both touches – shameless touches, squeezing breasts or sliding her fingers into their inviting rubber pussies – and her visor-covered eyes. They truly were nothing but objects to be appraised and used, Talyssa thought.

“Multi-purpose,” the wolf finally said. “You’re correct. Nothing remarkable.”

Then, she stood still, and Talyssa took the opportunity. She raised her pistol, drawing a deep breath and holding it in her lungs as she carefully took aim for the prime drone’s visor. If that was knocked off, then maybe, just maybe, she’d come to her senses. Or if not, then at least she might malfunction. Focus, girl. Focus, she whispered with bated breath, lining up the sights. If their leader was destroyed, the others might break free, and this was as good a chance as she’d ever get at making a difference.

Her finger touched the trigger. And in that exact moment, she felt a sharp, stinging pain in her neck. Talyssa spun around, coming face to face with Andrea, who was grinning ear to ear with a syringe extending from the palm of her hand. The world swirled before Talyssa’s eyes, and try as she might to cling to consciousness, it then faded away first into endless colors and then darkness.

That comfortable, worry-free darkness didn’t last long. She wasn’t sure how long passed, but when she woke up what felt like the next instant, she was strapped to a rack in the very same room, the bonds comfortable but unyielding. She might have been able to squirm out of them, given time, but not while she was being stared at by half a dozen visored drones. Their masks read STAND BY.

The sting of betrayal felt both painful and bitter. Andrea had knocked her out. She had sold her out. And that syringe in her arm… suddenly, it all made sense. The way they had replaced the infiltration drone’s arms. Not just that, but what had happened to Andrea while she had been trying to escape the drones. They couldn’t have taken her here, but they had converted her, and she was one of them. Everything fell into place a few minutes after it would’ve been useful. Every step of the way, she had been fooled, led here by these things, into the place she thought she had been infiltrating. The surveillance drone, the guards, they had all been aware of her presence and simply played along!

Talyssa cursed herself for her naivete. She cursed the fact that she was immune to the latex, because that was why they wanted her, just like Andrea had told her. And now she was helpless to fight whatever was coming, just like the hundreds of innocents transformed into subservient drones.

Four figures walked in to interrupt her self-inflicted torment. Two were drones, with the proud stature she had come to associate with the primes. A voluptuous deer, and the wolf she had tried to shoot earlier – her failure to do so still made her heart ache – and then Andrea, who still looked exactly the same as the skunk had been when she was still flesh and blood. But with them was the fourth: a large male figure, itself a rarity, who was wearing a mask that covered all of his face. Not a visor, a mask, with a vaguely draconic appearance. Suddenly, Talyssa remembered that she had seen him before, too, talking to the deer.

So many things had happened in the last twenty-four hours that it was difficult to hold all those thoughts and experiences in her head at once, at least not without a good night’s rest.

“Ah. Our savior,” the masked man greeted her. “I truly do wish we could have met under better circumstances. Your tenacity really is admirable, and I say that with full sincerity.”

His voice sounded hollow and robotic, modulated by the mask that he didn’t seem to ever take off. At least, not in public. Talyssa stared at him with murder in her eyes.

“For that tenacity, we shall at least grant you peace of mind,” he continued. The mask showed no emotions. “Primes?”

The deer, who identified herself as Prime Drone 000, spoke first, her voice honeyed and seductive. “There’s not that much to reveal. Why this city? It was simply selected as the first mass test of our beautiful latex. The corpse of Phisher was easy enough for Equestrian Technologies to commandeer, and so, we had all infrastructure we would ever need!”

“Yes, I imagine you never heard of their bankruptcy. Why else would this building be abandoned?” the wolf – Prime Drone 001 – giggled, with that sounded like real joy. “There’s no other reason it had to be you. But really, you should consider yourself lucky.”

“Lucky?” Talyssa spat. “That everyone I know is being turned into a mindless fucking drone?”

“Not mindless,” 000 corrected her. “Merely happy to serve the greater good. And happiness in itself is always a noble goal, isn’t it?”

“Same thing,” Talyssa replied, angry and terse. “Nobody can be happy if they don’t have a choice.”

“Oh, you’ll see that they can!” 000 countered. “But either way, it hardly matters. This entire city has already been converted. Every last soul is one of our beautiful drones. Well… to some degree, when it comes to the former males.”

She didn’t specify what exactly they did to males, and Talyssa didn’t care to imagine it.

“All except you, that is,” the masked male said. “But we’ll get to that soon enough.”

Everyone? If that was true, it meant that Talyssa had conclusively failed in her futile effort to do anything about the takeover. It was a sinking feeling, but in a strange way, liberating. The only thing she had to rescue now was herself. She strained against her bonds as Andrea spoke, too.

“But it was inspiring to watch you try. Nice to meet you, also. I’m Infiltration Drone 028, derived from the person you originally knew as Andra,” she smiled. “And trust me when I say that she – and I – both loved what happened to us.”

The skunk’s smile was mocking, but her voice dripped with what seemed to be real pleasure. A little shiver went through her body as she apparently thought back on that fateful moment.

“But you’re not wearing a visor,” Talyssa pointed out.

“More advanced technology. More expensive, too. There’s a reason she’s one of the first of her kind that we created,” the ‘Doctor’ replied in the drone’s place. “You will still get to experience the bliss of the visors, no need to worry.”

The Zebra frowned, still trying to vain to free her wrists. “But I’m immune to your horrible invention.”

“Oh, it’s not my invention,” the masked one replied. “But you’ll meet my lord soon enough. Until then, I would expect you to be just as vulnerable to the visors as everyone else, even if you somehow resisted the latex.”

“But we have developed a perfect theory on how we might make it stick,” Prime Drone 001 added with a playful giggle. “It’ll involve your friend, here. But first, let’s get you all visored up and ready.”

“And once we have that new strain, I doubt anyone will ever be immune again,” the Doctor said. “Get her ready. I have a report to make.”

Wordlessly, the three drones got to work. One adjusted the rack, tilting it backwards until Talyssa was effectively laying on her back, spread-eagle, and staring up at the metal ceiling and lights far too bright for comfort.

Not that her comfort really mattered to these people. And it was good, because the cold and the painfully bright lights, along with her hard “bed” would give her something to focus on to resist whatever conditioning they tried to force on her. But only resisting was pointless, because the drones and their shadowy leader would just keep trying until she no longer could resist, and Talyssa knew that even she had a breaking point. That meant she first had to resist, and then stop resisting, so they’d think she was fully under their control.

It was a dangerous needle to thread, but again, there was nothing else she could do at this point. Not unless the military suddenly burst into the facility and liberated her. Or…

“Andrea! You have to fight them,” she called out. “This isn’t you at all! I know the real you is still in there somewhere, please.”

Andra stepped closer to her. For a moment, it almost looked like her words had gotten through to the skunk, but then, she spoke again, in that pleasant monotone that all the drones seemed to speak in when not acting as spies.

“The real me is what you’re looking at right now, dear. And I have always looked up to you. That’s why I’m doing this, to make you better. Don’t you remember all the anxiety we felt on the job? The panic when people started shooting, the abject social misery, the crushing poverty of half the people we apprehended? You’ll be free of all that. And so will everyone else.”

“If you want to appeal to one of us, you should really try me or triple-zero over there,” Prime Drone 001 commented. “The infiltration drone is barely capable of any independent thought, though that lingering adoration is quite interesting. I get the feeling that she has always lusted after you.”

Talyssa had to crane her neck to see “triple-zero” holding one of the hypnotic, mind-wiping visors, the deer’s fingers dancing across the display in what seemed to be some kind of calibration procedure.

“Are you wondering what you’ll become?” the wolf asked, looking down at Talyssa with an almost playful grin. “You’re too unique to be a standardized drone, so you’ll keep most of yourself. We’ll simply tweak you to make you a little more, how should I put this, agreeable.”

Somehow, no matter how much of a blessing the drones claimed that becoming a “prime” would be, it sounded worse than simply having her mind wiped. She’d not only obey, but have agency in doing so. And she’d spread all of this to even more people, perfectly aware of her own actions but unable to even consider doing otherwise.

The deer approached with the visor, and the wolf followed her. Talyssa strained against her bonds, feeling completely and utterly helpless in the face of what was about to happen. The wolf, in turn, gently but firmly pushed her head down against the rack and held it there so that she couldn’t even struggle.

“I’d recommend relaxing, the more you give in the better it’ll feel,” the deer-drone smiled. “But you know, you’ll submit either way.”

Then she, in a fit of cruelty, stuck her hand between Talyssa’s legs and slid her fingers across the zebra’s bare pussy. It wasn’t before those fingers came up again, slick with arousal, that Talyssa understood how wet and ready her traitorous body was for all of this.

“Don’t worry about that either,” the deer whispered. “I remember how wet I was, too. It’s only natural. Giving up free will is the… hottest thing.”

She then turned towards 001 and handed the visor to the wolf. “In fact, you handle this, I have to prepare our infiltration drone for a more suitable task.”

As Talyssa watched, she suddenly began to melt, motioning Andrea to her side and then wrapping her arms around the skunk, pressing their lips together and catching the other drone in a deep, passionate kiss. Her body lost definition as it spread, slowly engulfing Talyssa’s friend, covering her as the two melded together in a display that was so strangely intimate and erotic that even in its perversion, it made Talyssa clench again. Her friend, or what had once been her friend, moaned in ecstasy as the prime drone covered her, wresting away what little agency the skunk still had. They grinded against each other like lovers, as if they truly did love every moment of the sensations, until the black latex that had formed the prime drone’s body covered every inch of Andrea’s body.

And then, she began to grow a cock. Talyssa’s mind swam as she watched an equine-looking shaft extend from her slick rubber crotch, obscenely large, hard, and primed for breeding – or at least, mating – with a heavy pair of balls that couldn’t possibly contain cum swelling underneath it.

“That’s all for you, you know,” the wolf-drone whispered. “But we’ll get you a little bit more comfortable first, wouldn’t you like that?”

Talyssa stared, but didn’t reply. She wouldn’t entertain the drones any longer.

“Have it your way then. You’ll be begging for it soon enough,” 001 added, with an evil-looking smirk on her otherwise mostly emotionless face. The wolf then placed that horrible visor-thing over Talyssa’s eyes, securing it with a strap for lack of latex for it to attach to. At first, everything was dark, but then, the display became half translucent, allowing for a dim view of her surroundings. For a moment, the zebra almost hoped it would be broken and that the drones would somehow just give up.

But then, swirling colors filled her vision. Immediately, the sight grabbed her attention and kept it; she couldn’t look away, nor close her eyes, and it felt as if the colors were soaking into her mind. They were soaking into her mind. He thoughts quickly dissolved into a maelstrom of colors, but her resolve did not. It was all a distraction for whatever programming they were actually attempting.

But it did feel nice to just stare into it and let her mind wander, wander towards thoughts of obedience and how good it’d feel to have a singular purpose, to be covered in slick and shiny rubber – no, to consist of it – and to share that wonderful gift from their masters with everyone. To freely express her love with her fellow primes and dominate and order the others, the pleasure her well-deserved reward for obeying, for helping her unseen master conquer, for letting all of her body and mind be subsumed.

To give birth to a new strain of the beautiful, sexy, loving latex that nobody would be able to resist ever again. Not even herself. She didn’t even perceive the words flashing across her vision. OBEY. BREED. DOMINATE. BREED. Each subliminal command, though, made her entire form tingle, her already wet pussy growing drenched with need, leaking with desire at those forced mental images of herself finally receiving the blessing that cruel biology had deprived her of.

She didn’t realize that the Andrea-000 hybrid approached her, standing between her spread legs, not before she felt the surprisingly hot tip of her slick latex cock brush against her slit.

“See, you’re immune to the default strain of our beautiful latex,” the wolf whispered throatily into her ear as Talyssa squirmed weakly, struggling to somehow overcome the hypnotic effects telling her to GIVE IN and OBEY and BREED. “But you won’t be immune to one born from your own womb. So now you’ll be a good girl and help triple-zero here breed your new custom self so you can finally join us.”

The flared tip of 001’s horsecock pushed more firmly against and into her, the flat head squashing against her yielding and treasonously eager slit.

“You’re going to let her knock you up with our new strain, and you’ll love how it feels,” 001 whisper-moaned as she watched, slick rubber hands caressing and kneading everywhere they roamed across Talyssa’s striped, curvy body. “And then that strain will finally bring you into our collective, as another prime.”

The hypnosis made it feel far better than it had any right to. Just like the swirling colors that now somehow seemed erotic, the wolf’s voice seared itself into the very fabric of the zebra’s soul. And at the same time, the warm cock sliding deeper into her felt like all that was her was being penetrated, taken, and claimed.

But what was it they were saying? That they’d use her to create some unstoppable breed of their horrible parasite? She couldn’t let that happen, but her body scarcely responded as she tried to move, and she knew that her pussy would offer no resistance to whatever twisted, perverted seed the hybrid drone was going to fill her with. No resistance, and her womb would even welcome it, and she already knew that it’d be the most orgasmic, the most fulfilling experience of her life.

Or so the visor promised, and it was almost impossible to not trust it as if it were an old friend, a lover, the voice of the entire collective weighing down on her and crushing all resistance, replacing anxiety with pleasure.

Andrea-000 slipped fully inside her. The sensation was shattering. And knowing what that latex cock had been designed to do nearly broke her mind right then and there, the hypnosis-fueled ecstasy threatening to swallow her whole. Knowing that-

“-once you let her cum inside you, you’ll be one of us. Free from free will,” the wolf kept whispering, fingers teasing the zebra’s nipples knowingly. “And then you’ll give birth to a new type of drone; yourself, at first, perfectly created by your very own, slutty, willing body to convert you.”

Triple-zero began to thrust. The prime – as the thin latex suit and cock – moaned, and Andrea moaned almost deliriously with it, their mutual simulated nervous systems rewarding them both with what seemed like pure, ecstatic pleasure for their obedience to their “lord’s” plans, whoever that was. And Talyssa’s did much the same, as she sunk deeper into hypnotic bliss. Everything was slowly becoming less and less discernible, and as such, paradoxically clearer. She was supposed to surrender. It was the only reason she existed at all, so that her pussy and womb could be used to help this beautiful if perverted creation. And her sex clenched around the equine cock in agreement, already playing along, cheering for her domination and enslavement. Nothing but pleasure mattered to that wet, messy part of her body, and increasingly, with each shiver and clench, the zebra’s diminishing mind agreed fully with it.

She could feel the cock throbbing inside her. Hard. Already the deer-skunk was readying her body to pump her full of the latex taint. And all the while, the wolf kept whispering into her ear to narrate what was happening, to help the visor break down her resistance even faster.

“You’re basically milking them already. You want it so badly, don’t you? Imagine how good it’ll feel when it actually happens. It’ll be the best orgasm of your life, totally losing yourself forever in absolute bliss,” she whispered. “Just like you wanted that experience with our two drones to play out.”

Talyssa couldn’t deny any of that. Each thrust sounded wet and sloppy as she was inexorably fucked towards the inevitable, the last climax she’d ever have as an individual.

“Maybe we’ll make you breed some drones with more of your strain, too,” 001 continued, her seductive tone now so low that it just barely vibrated against Talyssa’s ear, and it was driving her wild with desire. “But I know you’re not totally convinced yet. Here, some more encouragement…”

A sharp thing in her neck. 001 withdrew a syringe that Talyssa hadn’t even seen approach, but from the spot where she had been injected, an overwhelming warmth spread throughout her body, a kind of euphoric fuzziness that quickly spread to both her head and her pussy, helped along by her rapidly beating heart. It intensified every sensation a hundredfold, to the point that even the wolf’s slick fingers along her breasts made her gasp and moan, and the cock inside her felt like pure heaven, like it was made for her.

And it was. It was made for her. So what shame was there in enjoying it? She moaned again, rapidly succumbing fully to the hypnosis and pleasure, all doubts washed away from her feebly struggling mind, leaving only pleasure. All thoughts of pretending to obey had been forgotten, and now she was obeying, her hips twitching and gyrating as much as they could to tease the hybrid drone’s cock into “breeding” her.

Yes. She deserved to be bred like this. It wasn’t a punishment. Good girls got bred because they were good, and she was good and obedient, as she had always been as a cop, only now that obedience was far more lustful and for a much greater cause. The very cause that was currently fucking her.

“There you go, doesn’t that feel better? Letting that broken mind of yours just float along and obey and breed,” the wolf kept tormenting her. “And once you’re one of us, we’ll let you grow a cock too so you can breed others for the cause.”

For some reason, the thought of being turned into a breeder stud nearly sent Talyssa into paroxysms. There was almost nothing left of her except overflowing pleasure, the shivering, endless adoration for her captors-turned-benefactors. She wanted to obey, she wanted the latex to take root and consume her. And the visor betrayed all of her thoughts to her lovers directly, in a way that even her dissolute moans could not.

“Why don’t you tell our beautiful hybrid here exactly what you want?” the wolf whispered, and at that prompt, the words all came naturally.

“B-breed me,” Talyssa moaned. It felt good to beg for it.

“And what?” the wolf asked, sharply.

“Turn me- turn me into one of you, make me-” she continued, and with each word, she felt even better, as if she was shedding what little of herself remained into the vortex of swirling colors. “-a drone j-just like you!”

And as she spoke those words, the visor – and her body – rewarded her in spades. Talyssa’s back arched as she came violently, moaning at the top of her lungs as her warm juices gushed over the drone’s cock, squirting out with every orgasmic spasm of her inner muscles. Her body emphasized her words, trying to pull the drone into her own orgasm, each squeeze of her pussy around it bringing that fateful moment closer and closer, unable to stop no matter how final that orgasm would be.

“I- I’ve always loved you,” the hybrid grunted, and for that brief split second, Talyssa knew it was actually whatever remained of Andrea speaking, delivering that final fateful thrust, and that 000 allowed her to speak to reinforce how what was happening was ultimately an act of selfless love. “Always… admired you, w-wanted you-”

“Oh, you feel amazing,” the prime added, resuming control. “I look forward to fucking you again and again until you’re just like us.”

Then it said no more. With a grunt, the drone joined in her pleasure. The visor and the drugs flooded her body with ecstasy as Andrea-000 grunted and then, what was left of Talyssa felt that cock jerk and swell inside her. Though a drone, the simulation of an orgasm was beautifully intricate. The flared head dug into her silken inner walls, ensuring that nothing would leak out and propelling the zebra deeper and deeper into spiraling ecstasy. Then, there was finally that moment that she had been first dreading, then anticipating, and then finally yearning for. The cock throbbed several times in heavy succession, and each time, she felt a warmth blossom inside her. The new strain of latex, pumped into her very womb, parasitic and yet so wonderful, delivered into her defenseless body and exactly where it could finally begin the work of subsuming her by stealing and reconfiguring her very own resistant genes.

“There’s your baby,” 001 purred, feeling along the throbbing equine length. “Such a good girl. Just let it happen.”

Talyssa could feel it all happen. She felt her wonderful new offspring immediately beginning to meld with her, melt into her very core before her friend had even finished breeding her. It soaked through every part of her being, quickly turning her insides into perfect, slick latex just the way it had always been meant to, just the way it should have earlier in the night with the two drones. Talyssa surrendered to it fully, moaning in absolute joy as she was consumed until she finally experienced the true beauty of her body giving up its resistance and her skin growing black, smooth, shiny and perfect just like her new collective.

How could she ever have resisted this fate, even fought against it? When her thoughts, as her head was covered in the rubber, fully aligned with the collective’s programming, she understood how foolish she had been.

And then she came again, even harder, with such unfathomable intensity that the quaking surges of pleasure burned away what little remained of her, welcoming her fully into her new existence as a drone, already surrounded by the love of her sisters and creator.

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The Doctor was speaking to someone on a monitor, the other person – the only other male that seemed to be part of any of the drones’ plans – covered in shadow in a very intentionally menacing way, with also served to conceal his identity just as his own mask did.

“…I would argue that we have certainly proven the viability of the project,” the masked one spoke in his usual mechanical cadence. “Would you not agree, my lord?”

“I would, and I am satisfied. You may commence with worldwide deployment when you consider yourself ready and have enough drones to do so,” the shadowy figure replied.

“Thank you, my lord. We estimate only a few months or so to infiltrate all major cities, at which point deployment can begin. The new strain seems to resist all forms natural immunity,” the Doctor replied. “At least the ones we’re aware of.”

“Very good. Keep me informed of any setbacks,” the lord replied. And then the feed was cut.

Their conversations were always brief. Just the way both of them liked it; brevity left more time for action and less for planning, as necessary as plans were. At this point, he believed their project to be quite unstoppable.

He left his private room, tapping his mask to amplify his senses for the dim lighting. The drones didn’t need light, but he kept them on anyway so that he could oversee the work done.

In the facility of the now entirely conquered and pacified city, the drones were laboring mindlessly, manufacturing and assembling more of the visors that would fully realize their beautiful dream in no real time at all. They wouldn’t falter; they never had. As such, the masked man walked past them and to the newest part of their plan: the breeding chamber, where the newest and most virulent strain of the latex was being mass produced. Not at the pace he would’ve preferred, no, but as fast as was possible with the current number of breeder drones.

The walls were lined with pregnant drones, some in pods and others simply stuck to the wall with latex as true, immobile breeders. There was one in particular, though, that he was interested in. He approached a zebra who looked ever so slightly different from the other drones in that she wasn’t slick, perfect latex, but retained her stripes. The stripes slowly shifted across her body as her muscles worked towards doing her pleasurable duty, thrust after heavy, jagged thrust.

That zebra was currently rutting into Breeding Drone 028 – who had once been her beloved friend Andrea – in a single-minded, moaning pursuit of breeding her full of the new latex strain, her beloved baby. Enabling its procreation was pure, heavenly ecstasy for her, never having imagined how good it would feel having a massive equine cock and using it to slowly turn everyone into pregnant, obedient drone-breeders. Next to her, 001 was similarly breeding the servant otter-drone that they Talyssa had briefly seen earlier, having also been put to use in speeding up the proliferation of the new “blessing”.

“The nurse drones are almost ready, master,” 000 stated, emerging from her hidden position in the shadows as she saw the so-called Doctor approach. “And the breeders seem to be enjoying their jobs. It’s almost enough to make me jealous.”

“We need you for other purposes, triple-zero,” the masked man replied. “But once our grand design has been fulfilled, you can breed as much as you desire.”

The zebra had once been named Talyssa. Now, she was Prime “Zebra” Drone 002, all vestiges of her former identity replaced with those of a ravenous breeder, controlled entirely by her twin set of genitalia; a slavering wet pussy that resulted in her currently swollen belly, and the magnificent cock that throbbed heavily just on the brink of orgasm inside her former – and yet, also current – friend.

“Go ahead and seed her,” 000 emphasized, and then her hand reached down to cup the zebra’s swollen balls. This one sometimes needed a little reminder now and then. “No need to hold back, you know that by now.”

Prime Drone 002 obeyed, as she always did, surrendering to the beautiful sensations radiating from her shaft and through her entire pregnant body. She erupted black latex deep into the breeder’s skunk-shaped body, siring another batch of the newest generation of the symbiotic life inside her. And she dutifully held herself there, moaning with absolute ecstasy as her visor told her what a good breeder she was for doing her duty.

She couldn’t even dream of being anything else. Everyone had to be pregnant with the new strain to truly understand the dissolute pleasure it brought, and obeying that implanted urge by pumping their wombs full of it – while having her own belly swell with more – was heaven.