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The last thing Seto expected to happen to him on that fateful morning was to be taken by the snatchers; he had always been so careful to avoid areas where they were known to prowl, and like most people in the city, he learned enough of their movements to avoid being in the same area as them. This time the red wolf appeared to not be so lucky as they quickly overwhelmed him and threw him in the back of a van. The second his body hit the wooden floor they were on him once again, shackling his feet and ankles together as the cart began to move. He knew enough not to scream, screaming only caused them to escalate their restraints as he laid there on the panel floor immobilized.

Being abducted was just a part of life of the capital in the small country of Lynst, a place ruled over by a maniacal dictator with an iron fist. It was a place with a secret that all of its citizens and none of the outside world knew, that if you were 'volunteered' by the government they would snatch you up without a moment's notice, and the next time anyone saw them they would be a drone under their control. The how or why was a carefully controlled secret, one that Seto knew he would find out soon whether he liked it or not. The canine tried his best not to have his entire body shake from his nerves as they drove towards their unknown destination.

Seto wasn't sure how much time passed before the van finally stopped and all of the snatchers immediately piled out of the car before they dragged him out onto his feet. Immediately he knew he wasn't in the city anymore, the flat plains and ocean coastline he was used to was replaced with the scenery of tall mountains that rose into the clouds all around him. Nestled in the valley he stood in was what looked like some sort of abandoned mining facility; the rusted fence and signs saying keep out were ignored by the soldiers that pulled him deeper inside. They passed by several decrepit buildings before they got to the mine itself, which was really nothing more than a hole in the ground with a rickety elevator suspended over the top of it. Seto continued to stay silent as they brought him into the elevator car and pressed the down button.

Any pretense of this being an old or disused machine suddenly evaporated as it smoothly lowered them down into the deep pit, Seto trying his hardest not to hyperventilate as he was brought down into the darkness. The brown-red stone of the walls began to close in on the elevator the further down they went until it was no bigger than the elevator itself. He heard something heavy and loud beneath their feet as they continued their descent, and a few seconds later the roughly-hewn walls turned to smooth, polished metal as a blast door closed over their heads. Still they continued to go down further, by the time they had finally stopped and were let out Seto had lost all semblance of how deep they had really gone.

As soon as they had arrived at the bottom of the shaft he was pushed forward once again through the doors into a man-made tunnel. LED lights flickered to life as they walked through the hallway to another large blast door that opened as soon as they got close to it. The snatchers hardly broke their stride as they passed through the threshold to the other side and stopped only when they got to a balcony railing. When Seto got there his eyes widened in sheer surprise as his position allowed him to look down at the facility below.

The best way Seto could describe the huge area in his mind was that of a factory, dozens of people milled about either at computer terminals or the large pieces of machinery that took up most of the space. But the real shock was what was being moved in and out of those machines, other completely naked furs were being moved into and out of the stations by those manning them. Some looked completely normal while others had been completely converted into drones, and then everything in between the process. Seto only had about a minute to watch before a platform that the snatchers had been waiting for finally reached their balcony and they forced him onto it. The facility floor quickly disappeared as they were pulled upwards into another building that was set higher up in the cavern, the only parts he could see were the set of windows that no doubt looked down below.

Once again as soon as the elevator stopped he was ushered off the platform and into the building, which appeared to be a single hallway with a number of doors on either side. Seto was led all the way down to the end where the snatchers opened the door and pushed him inside, then closed it behind him. With the restraints on his arms and legs he nearly fell onto his face but managed to recover in time, growling slightly from the somewhat harsh treatment. When he regained his composure and looked around; however, his mouth went slightly agape.

The office he was in was more like a combination of a work space and living quarters, one with all the modern amenities of a penthouse you'd find in a city. One of the walls was completely made up of windows that likely looked out over the facility floor, though they were currently opaque as a metal and glass desk sat in front of it. To his left was a fully stocked kitchen, and to his right was a bed and living room area with a very large television and several gaming systems set up beneath it. Also on the right was another door that opened as he looked at it, steam rolled out from the doorway before a leopard clothed only in a towel stepped out and nearly jumped when he saw the wolf.

"Damn, is it three already?" he muttered to himself as he looked at the clock and then at the wolf, holding up a finger. "Why don't you go ahead and have a seat at my desk and I'll be right with you in a second. You'd think the snatchers would at least stick around to see if I was in the middle of something..."

The leopard continued to grumble as he walked over to a set of dressers while Seto continued to stand there and look at him, though he quickly turned away when the other male dropped the towel while he rummaged. Though he continued to try and not stare at the naked creature in front of him, he couldn't help but glance back every once in a while. Despite his situation he couldn't help but admire the male's form, a toned, athletic body that was no doubt worked on constantly to achieve the physique he saw in front of him. One thing that did catch his eye was something he rarely saw on other furred creatures, a tattoo had been dyed into his fur of a dragon head on his left outer thigh that Seto just caught before it was covered up by a pair of cargo shorts.

When the feline turned and saw that Seto was still standing there he once more suggested that the wolf sit down at his desk while he waited. This time Seto heeded the call and sat down while the leopard pulled on a printed t-shirt of a popular band and then moved over to the desk. As he waited Seto continued to study the leopard, seeing the shiny metal studs that were in his ears as well as his tongue while he sat down on the other side of the desk and began to type on the computer sitting atop it. All in all it was not someone the wolf had expected to meet at the end of his journey as the leopard grabbed a nearby tablet and began to play on that, too.

"Alright, sorry to keep you waiting," the leopard apologized. "I'm Dr. Cyrus Falgore, the head of research and development for this facility. From the records that I was just sent your name is Seto Akishara; you appear to be very healthy, a recent graduate from the university with no current job prospects, and a sexual active homosexual. Is all of this true?"

"I... yeah, I guess," Seto replied, feeling himself blush despite himself. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Compatibility with the program," Cyrus replied. "Now I just need to go over a few more things and we'll be ready to go." As Cyrus continued to rattle off his medical and family history the wolf couldn't help but wonder how long the snatchers had him under surveillance until they took him. It also meant that what everyone thought were just random kidnappings were not random at all, though how was it that no one saw the pattern until now? His only thought was that since they were essentially country-sanctioned no one bothered to look into it... he knew he hadn't, and now he sat hundreds of meters underground in chains while a leopard combed through his complete medical file.

"Well that should about do it," Cyrus finally said once he had put the tablet down. "Congratulations, you have been given the honor of becoming a drone in service of the empire. I assure you that your efforts and sacrifice will help benefit the rest of your fellow citizens for many, many years to come."

"I didn't really have a choice in the matter..." Seto said as he held up his bound hands.

"We do what we must in order to satisfy the needs of the many," Cyrus replied, though he seemed to give the wolf a slight look of pity before he coughed and continued on. "Now due to your profile you're a perfect fit for our Drone Power unit, though if you don't want to do that then we can give you the standard worker or soldier upgrade. If you take the Power option, though, you will get paid a far more significant amount of coin than the other two, plus it would only be a part-time thing instead of the other two types that are full-time service."

Seto couldn't help but pause as the tablet was laid in front of him showing the different types of drone that he would essentially be forced to become. It felt like the leopard treated the whole thing like a job interview that both of them should be wearing suits and talking about things like benefits and salary. Instead he was chained and told what he was about to become while in street clothes by a guy who may as well have been in street clothes, as well. At this point, though, there was nothing he could do about it, even if he somehow broke his bindings and escaped Cyrus' office, the place was built like a fortress with no way out except for an elevator protected by two escape-proof doors.

At that point the wolf sighed and had the leopard explain to him what being a Drone Power unit implied. Though a lot of it was technical jargon what he did understand surprised him, that while the country had its own conventional power plants most of it was run on the semen of these drones that a special machine harnessed the essence of to provide power. The description changed from the scientific to the arcane when Cyrus further explained that cum had a small amount of magical essence that the machine extrapolated and burned as its fuel, and a Drone Power unit was made specifically to provide maximum output and richness for the machine to use. It sounded like something out of a fantasy or science fiction novel, but like the leopard had said it provided nearly double the coin for half the time as the other drone options, which made him choose that one.

"You made a great choice," Cyrus said as he took the tablet back and entered in his options. "Now it's going to take me a bit to get everything loaded up to the mainframe, so if you don't mind waiting here until then, I'll have someone with a slightly more gentle touch than the snatchers lead you to your temporary quarters while you await your conversion. Meanwhile I have some games loaded up that you can play, naturally we are a little too remote to get things like cable or satellite television, so that and movies are all I have, I'm afraid."

The wolf continued to look at the leopard as he went back to working on his computer, then when it was clear that the other male was so engrossed in his work that he essentially was ignoring him. The level of trust that Cyrus had was staggering, he had someone that was brought into his office bound and against his will and he not only didn't watch him, but allowed him to wander about and use his stuff. When he looked at the gaming system a lightbulb suddenly turned on his head, most games didn't work without some sort of internet connection, which meant that he must have some sort of way to connect to the outside world. As nonchalantly as he could he went over to the system and turned it on, grabbing the controller as he sat down on the bed.

When the system finally loaded it showed the leopard's gamer profile, which given the amount of trophies and other achievements he had showed that the feline did not get out much. It also meant his hypothesis was true and he quickly opened the messenger window and typed out the username of one his friends. Though he was told that he would have plenty of time to play, he hastily typed out a message that he had been kidnapped and that there was a secret facility with the façade of a defunct mining site somewhere in the mountains. When he finished he immediately hit send and watched as the message flew off to its destination. There were several more people he knew that he typed out the same cry for help to, and once he was done with that he erased the message history and picked a game to play.

The minutes passed and Seto had just gotten through the second level when there was a knock at the door, Cyrus shouting from his desk that it was open. Two heavily muscled drones covered head to toe in shiny black rubber and metal entered the room and looked at the leopard, which if the body type wasn't an indicator, the crest of the warrior on their arms and back indicated they were part of the nation's security force. "Thank you for coming so promptly," Cyrus said as they walked over to Seto and instructed him to follow them, their voices projected through the heavy helmets they wore. "This one is scheduled for conversion into a Drone Power Unit, please take him to that wing to begin the testing and conversion process.

Once again Seto knew better than to fight against the will of a Warrior Drone, he stood up and was escorted out of the office and back down the hallway. As the door shut behind him Cyrus looked up, then stood from his desk and walked over to the gaming system the wolf had just played on. He took the controller and moved it to a hidden partition on the game's system, which had all the failed messages Seto had tried to send out as well as the gamertags. The leopard shook his head and rerouted them to a single database, one that the snatchers would draw upon for new prey before he switched the screens and began to play a game of his own.

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After more than a few minutes Seto finally appeared to be in the wing that he needed to be in. It was modeled much like the one he had seen when he came in, except that the suits had accent colors in neon colors and weren't as generic as the others. They also had a very generous bulge in their groins, bigger than he had ever seen on a drone before as they walked and he wondered if the initial processing facility he had seen was for something else. He tried to ask the drones that guided him about it, but they remained as silent as ever while they continued to walk.

They went through a pair of double doors and entered into a lab, people in white lab coats were around performing various types of scientific experimentation as he was led in. The two Warrior Drones brought him straight to a male otter that seemed to have been waiting for him, ushering the wolf over and instructing the Drones to take a step back. "Welcome Seto," the otter said as he shook his restrained hand. "I've been instructed to evaluate you before you are put through the process, so I'm going to have our security drones undo your restraints so you can get naked for me."

Seto was approached by the bigger drone and asked to lift up his hands, and when he did so the rubber-covered creature pressed his hands against the metal and they immediately fell away from his wrists. It repeated the process with the pair around his ankles and for the first time since he had been captured he was free to move about. Unfortunately, he thought to himself, his first act was pulling off his clothes in the middle of a lab full of other people. No one seemed to pay him any mind, or if they did they were exceptionally discreet about it as he pulled down his underwear last and set them on the pile of clothes.

"Very good," the otter said before he told Seto to hop up on the table. "Now this is only going to take a few minutes, then it'll take a few hours to get the results of your tests and by then you should be ready for your initialization. First it's general medical scans and then sample collection."

Seto wasn't exactly sure if he was happy about the sample collection part, but with little he could do or say about it he merely sat back and allowed the scientist to do his work. The first part was easy enough as a giant machine passed over his body to not only find, but often fix anything it may have found wrong in his system. That one finished in only a few minutes, then he was led to a different area where they took a secondary set of vitals and then lined up a series of vials. They collected every known fluid that Seto had in his body, including his semen, which caused him to jump when the otter wrapped his glove-covered hands around his cock and began to stroke it.

The wolf started to protest at the sudden stimulation, but the otter had magic fingers and it wasn't long before Seto had leaned back in the chair and moaned despite still being in an open area with other scientists. Once again no one paid any attention to him, as though they had gotten used to a guy openly masturbating another guy as the otter continued to stroke up and down his shaft. It wasn't long under the expert ministrations that Seto gave the scientist a generous sample, the otter collecting it in a cup he held in his other hand before letting go. All the wolf could do was sit there and pant for a while as he let the reality that he just got a hand job from a scientist in a secret underground facility sink into his brain.

"Very good, Seto," the otter complimented as he put all the vials into a storage container marked Drone Power Unit AC528 Sample Testing. "Everything is all set, your vitals look good and any minor health deficiencies were able to be rectified by the machine. I'll have the Warrior Drones lead you back to a holding area where you will wait for your turn to be processed, or should your tests show you a poor subject, then you will be reclassified and moved to the proper wing."

It had never occurred to Seto that he might actually possibly fail out of the profession that he had been forcefully pushed into, but the thought of becoming one of the musclebound rubber creatures that escorted him to another holding cell or one of those that he passed who dutifully cleaned the hall as he passed caused a twinge of fear. When they reached the holding cell the drone guards walked him in a few feet before they turned and left him, closing the door behind them. It was essentially a concrete-walled waiting room with a farce of a television that only broadcasted messages on how good it was to be a drone while thinly-padded chairs lined the wall.

With nothing else he could do Seto sat down in one of the chairs and waited, putting his hands against his muzzle in sheer frustration. He could feel his stomach doing flips as he tried to calm himself and think of a way out of his situation, but other than the futile effort of trying to make a run for it, nothing seemed to come to mind. As he sat there in deep reflection he heard the door open once more and another fur was pushed into the room, the lion man stumbling before he caught himself as the door closed. The feline muttered a few obscenities on how rude they were before he found a seat on the side of the room opposite Seto and sat down.

As soon as the lion spread his legs slightly the wolf's eyes widened at what he saw dangling between his legs. The male's sex organs were huge, the feline idly pawing at the swollen balls underneath as they pulsed with blood. "You like what you see down there?" the other male said suddenly, which caused Seto to look up at his face. "I hope you do, because this will be your future very soon."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Seto asked, swallowing hard.

"Well you didn't think they set up this whole facility just so that they can slap some rubber on people and call it a day, did you?" the lion replied. "They're going to augment you first, just like they did with me. If you can believe it I used to be shorter than most people with tiny muscles and an even smaller dick. I'd almost thank them if they didn't push me into service."

The wolf found the other man's words hard to believe as he looked him over. The lion was easily a head taller than him, and though he didn't have the same level of muscle as the security drones, he appeared to be in peak physical condition. If the changes had been that drastic he wondered how their leader even got their hands on such technology, especially when he had never heard of anything like this in the outside world. As he looked down at his own rather thin form he wondered if the same thing was going to happen to him, but before he could ask the lion let out a loud moan that interrupted him.

"Sorry..." the lion apologized sheepishly as he began to grow erect. "Part of the treatment, horny as hell but no way to relieve myself. They put something on my junk and now I can't even get fully erect with one of those technicians nearby, much less cum. I'd ask if you'd want to help a fellow captured soul out, but I fear it wouldn't even do anything."

Seto swallowed hard at the girthy member the lion had between his legs. He doubted he could get his mouth even a few inches down that lengthy shaft, much less his tailhole. Before he could respond; however, the door opened once more and the drones on the other side ushered the lion out. "Good luck man," he said before he left, giving the wolf a wink. "Look forward to seeing you on the other side."

As soon as the lion disappeared on the other side of the threshold the door slammed shut with a loud bang, which left Seto alone once more with even more questions than before. Everyone knew their leader was making people into these rubber drones, himself included, but he had no idea the extent of how much he changed them until that moment. He always suspected the Warrior Drones at least had some sort of augmentation to them, if not physically, then at least mentally. It made him think back to when he had to ask one for help while he was at a marketplace, he swore he could feel the soulless stare of the rubberized male as he tried to explain that he needed directions, only to receive no response in return.

The questions continued to swirl around in his head as he sat there, unaware of how much time was passing while he did. With no clocks and no ability to see the passage of time all he could do was take a guess at how long he had been there. He started to suspect it was a long time when a servant drone game in with a tray of food for him and he found himself hungrily eating it. After a while the servant came in once again and took the tray, which left him with nothing for another unknown about of time.

Finally just as Seto started to go crazy from the boredom of it all more Warrior Drones came in, this time they pointed at him and beckoned him forward. At this point he was just thankful to get out of the room and followed them back out into the facility proper. When they got to their destination the entire room had only a single person in it and most of the space was occupied with a large spherical pod that sat in the middle of the room. This time it was a draconic scientist that greeted him after he was brought to a different sector, reaching out to shake his hand.

"I'm Dr. Paras, I'll be your conversion specialist for the rest of your time here until the process is complete," the scientist introduced. "Your test results all came back in the green and we're fortunate enough to have you set up in one of our newer pods for your drone conversion, which means that I'll be with you from start to finish in this machine, unlike some of the older models that require transfer to different sections. Now before we begin, is there anything that you would like to know about the process that you are about to undergo?"

"I don't suppose you could explain why I was snatched off the street?" Seto grumbled in reply.

"You'd be surprised how often I get asked that particular question or some variant thereof," Dr. Paras said with a chuckle as he began to input commands into the console. "In essence you're being drafted to become a part of something greater, something that will help your fellow citizens for the rest of your life. I personally think that it's a great honor for you to undergo what's about to happen to you."

"Oh yeah?" Seto asked, his lips turning into a slight snarl as he felt the anger of his situation start to get the better of him. "If it's so good then why don't you hop in and I'll operate the machine for you?" As he stepped forward he immediately felt a pair of hands clasp on his shoulders and root him to the spot as the dragon just smirked at him.

"Because you do not know how to run this particular piece of equipment," the scientist said as he pulled down a lever and the large pod door opened. "We all do our parts to ensure the survival and prosperity of this country; mine is to convert subjects like yourself into the powerhouses required to sustain our energy needs, yours is to become converted in order to provide said energy. Now if you are thinking of resisting we can always give you a sedative, though the process is much smoother and more enjoyable if you are fully conscious for the experience."

Seto could feel the pressure increase from the hands of the drones that held him and he slowly shook his head. Once the door to the pod was completely open the scientist asked the security drones to escort him inside and get him ready. Inside the pod was a single chair complete with restraints which the wolf was quickly strapped down into. When they were done the wolf could hardly move a muscle as he tried to test the restraints while they put some sort of helmet over his head that quickly settled onto its contours.

Once a secondary check was performed to ensure that he was in place the two Warrior Drones left the pod and the door sealed shut behind him. Seto continued to try and work his way out of the restraints as the lights of the pod began to change, the sterile white light that surrounded him began to change into colored pools that blinked in and out of existence like a broken dancefloor light. Over the speakers he heard Paras tell him to relax, but the wolf found himself doing anything but as machinery hidden inside the pod's walls began to slide out. As the machinery whirred to life and began to extend outwards he heard something more concerning above that, the hiss of gas as a fruity smell began to fill his nostrils.

In a last ditch effort to try and avoid his fate Seto tried to shake the helmet off of his head, but the drones had secured some sort of rubber restraint around his neck that prevented him from moving. All he could do was turn his head slightly as a metal hose detached from the ceiling and seemingly guided itself to the front of the helmet he wore. As soon as it attached he felt something press against his lips and then his mouth was filled with the taste of latex as something pushed its way into his maw. A tingling sensation began to spread out from his tongue and mouth that extended into his throat and he realized whatever the object was coated with had made his entire face numb as he felt it push inside him. The chemical cocktail also seemed to suppress his gag reflex as the thick, tube-like object continued to push into him until he could feel it stretch the rubber of the neck restraint he wore.

Seto's hands gripped the chair tightly as he felt a second hose begin to penetrate him, only this time it was his exposed tailhole that began to feel the pressure of something against it. This time he felt a cooling sensation on the ring of muscle that caused it to relax before it began to push inside him. Unlike the numbing gel in his mouth he was able to feel his tailhole contract against the invader as it began to spread him open. Despite being strapped down the sensation of his muscles stretching around the dildo-like object stimulated him to the point where he began to grow erect, and as his turgid shaft began to rise, a clear tube descended down towards it. Seto tried to wiggle his hips but failed to prevent it from sliding over his shaft, the tube engulfing it completely before it undulated down the sensitive flesh all the way down to his root.

Once again the wolf heard the technician tell him to relax and focus on the colors that had continued to flash the entire time while the machine did its work. Seto found it hard to concentrate when the tip of the thing in his tailhole nestled itself against his prostate, causing his cock to surge with blood as it filled the tube that covered it even more completely. As the machine continued to stimulate him several smaller tubes attached themselves to his body, most notably two that suctioned onto his nipples and provided an additional layer of pleasure to what he felt. Then he heard the technician say the process was about to start, and before Seto could even be alarmed that they hadn't even started yet, every muscle in his entire body tensed at once.

If Seto could have gasped he would have as the machine began to alter his body. He hadn't realized that up to that point he had been fed a chemical-rich slurry that had already begun to alter his insides as tiny electrical signals stimulated his body. His tailhole also began to vibrate from the thing inside it as it stimulated his prostate, keeping the wolf in a constant state of arousal as Seto writhed as best he could in his restraints. He was so lost in the bliss he was getting he hadn't even realized that the color pattern on the wall had begun to flash words on it and that a voice had started to whisper in his ear. All the wolf could think about was how hard his cock was throbbing as the tube that surrounded it began to vibrate, as well.

All rational thought had been purged by the pleasure that completely consumed Seto's mind, which opened it up to the suggestions that were being implanted into it. Obedience and submission were slipped inside past the wall of reason and rationality that had been brought down by the machine, the voice telling him that he was, and always had been, a drone in service to his country. Even though his inner monologue told him it wasn't possible every time he tried to reassure himself he was not a drone, he'd get his prostate stimulated once again or it would begin to massage his growing cock once more. All the while his body had begun to thicken with artificially-enhanced muscle and his balls had begun to swell as the chemical cocktail enhanced his production.

The machine knew precisely when the wolf was at his most vulnerable, right at the point he was about to climax it backed off and squeezed in just the right spots to prevent him from doing so. Seto's frustration spiked as he felt it back off just before he was about to burst, and soon his focus shifted from protecting his identity to finally getting the release he so desperately needed. When the wolf was able to calm down enough to try and piece his consciousness back together it would dunk him in pure lust again, upping the stimulation while reinforcing his need to be a good, obedient drone. Soon the wolf was driven so mad from the fact that he had been unable to cum all he could even think of about his former existence was his name, but every time he did he would receive another jolt of pleasure while the word AC528 were both flashed in his vision and whispered into his ear.

Time continued to pass for the wolf in this manner until one time after a particularly lengthy session he collapsed back into his chair again, his body soaked in sweat and his cock and balls aching for release. He was so delirious with untold pleasure he didn't even hear the voice in his head say something until the third time it repeated itself, the words also appearing on his screen. "AC528 Power Supply Drone, please provide identification," it said in an electronic voice.

The wolf just shook his head in his delirium, his hips strained as he tried to buck back and forth feebly to try and provide the necessary stimulation to get off. "AC528 Power Supply Drone, please confirm identification," the voice said again, this time more insistent. "Good drones who identify themselves will be allowed sexual release to deposit payload and complete reintegration process."

Good drone... good drones get to finish... the words dug straight into his subconscious as he tried to lick his lips, only to have the tube in his throat prevent him from doing so. He didn't know how he would be able to say that what he was with it in his mouth, but the voice quickly reminded him that all drones spoke via thought transmission in the first place. That's what he was, the electronic voice said to him, he was a wolf drone that served a vital purpose to the country. The second his mind agreed with that statement he was given another reward of pleasure, though once again not enough to send over the edge since a good drone identifies himself before he is able to achieve release.

"This is..." the wolf started to say mentally as he sat there limp. "This is... AC... 528... Power Supply Drone..." No sooner had the thought left his mind than his entire body went rigid once more, this time though there was no stopping as the machine quickly drove him to the most intense orgasm of his entire life. The entire time his cock shot its cum into the tube covering it the words and whispers continued to tell him what a good drone he was and that his contribution has helped the country, just like he had been created to do. It cemented the drone identity in his mind with the glue of pure ecstasy and it took several minutes before the augmented canine finally calmed down and semen no longer dribbled out of his cock.

As the newly-minted wolf drone went completely limp the sound of hissing gas could once more be heard, only this time it was an aerosolized nanite-infused latex that filled the air. The exhausted canine felt the hose that had been delivering its chemical compounds into his stomach and lungs retreated back into the pod in order to allow him to breathe in the synthetic substance. Instantly the rubber began to coalesce around his body, the nanites seeking the chemical markers that had been infused into his system throughout the process. It adhered inside and outside his body like sand on glue, his fur disappearing under shiny, black latex as he felt strength and energy return to his body while it was being changed.

With a soft pop the rubber restraint detached from the chair, which had already fused with the latex skin that had become the wolf's body. The circuitry integrated into the collar linked with the nanites that continued to finish what the treatments had started. Any excess fat that the drone wolf had was melted away and replaced with lean, fit muscle as some of his organic form was converted into cybernetic attachments. The biggest changes happened as soon as the tube was extracted from the transforming wolf's cock; immediately the sensitive flesh was targeted and converted into thick rubber along with the heavy balls underneath, and as soon as it was completely coated, the heavy material continued to thicken until it formed a pouch that not only protected them, but also kept any seed from being spilled until it could be collected for the generators.

Once the wolf drone had been completely assimilated into a shiny rubber representation of himself, the pod opened and he remained still until the Warrior Drones came and undid his restraints. He could sense their thoughts and knew that they thought of his body as beautiful, something that caused his rubbery form to tingle in both pride and pleasure. Once he was able to stand he walked with them back out of the pod where his creator, Dr. Paras, waited for him. "Time for one last quality check, AC528," the dragon said as he took a sensor and attached it to the drone's neck where the collar had fused to it, the nanite-infused rubber glowing for a few seconds as the connection was made. "Please remain still while the system performs a final diagnostic and I do a physical check."

AC528 stayed perfectly still as he felt the computer probe into his internal circuitry embedded into the organic components of his body, green lines appeared in the otherwise black rubber of his body as it continued to scan him. As the computer checked the nanites in his system the doctor ran his hands all along his toned, athletic form to check for any deformities. Though the touch caused the drone wolf quite a bit of pleasure he refrained from showing it, especially where the rubber had formed into a bulge around his most valuable equipment. Eventually the dragon reached down there, as well, and with a simple command caused the sheath to retract and expose his hefty member and sack. Still AC528's rubber rod didn't twitch an inch despite the intense pleasure, and when the dragon was finished he gave another command and the sheath reformed around him.

After a few minutes the console that AC528 was connected to chirped and the scientist looked over the readings to see the results. "Looks like everything is fine here," he informed the drone before standing back up. "Dr. Cyrus has called on a personal spot check to ensure quality control; so you are to report to his office immediately for further instruction. Do you understand, AC528?"

"Drone understands," the wolf drone replied before he turned and left, hearing the dragon chuckle in the background but not understanding why as he made his way up to the facility's main office. As he passed by other drones they nodded to him and welcomed him to the fold while the scientists mostly ignored him. That was fine to AC528, anyway, he was merely a tool to perform the task of producing power for the generators. He continued unescorted until he reached his destination and silently walked up to the door of Dr. Cyrus.

Drone AC528 knocked on the door and waited until he was instructed to enter, Cyrus on the other side at his desk already. As soon as he was told to take a seat the wolf drone quickly walked across the room and sat down across from the leopard as he looked at the screen. "Status report, AC528," the leopard asked, turning his gaze to the rubber wolf.

"AC528 operating at optimal parameters," the drone replied in a monotone. "Final system tests are green and specimen testing has shown a four-hundred percent potency increase. Drone is ready for job assignment and placement."

"Good good," the leopard replied. "One last question before we send you out in the field. Do you have any recollection of a wolf named Seto? Any memories of meeting him or something like that?"

There was a brief moment of pause before the drone replied. "AC528 has finished scanning his memory banks and found no such data in its mechanical or organic storage," it replied. "Does drone require a system check in order to see if there is any data corruption?"

"That is not necessary, AC528," Cyrus replied as a small grin spread across his lips. "Your work detail has been assigned and you will ship out to a temporary holding facility, but before that there is one more thing I would like to do. Execute directive seventy-four foxtrot alpha."

The visor on AC528's helmet flashed and the wolf drone groaned as the bulge that contained his cock and balls was suctioned back to reveal his equipment. Cyrus stood up and undid his lab coat, revealing his naked body underneath as he gave a voice command for his office doors to lock and for his soundproofing to come online. The drone immediately stood up and walked over to the bed ahead of the leopard, rubber tail flipping in the air as he crawled on all fours onto the mattress. Cyrus grinned and pressed a finger underneath the drone's tail, feeling the self-lubricating passage already ready for him.

Even though the restraints on AC528's cock had been released it still remained soft as the leopard rubbed his hands all over his latex form, even his helmet that caused him a small amount of pleasure. The other male was rather impatient, though, and he moved forward to impale the wolf drone with his own cock as quickly as possible. Despite the surge of pleasure that he felt AC528 remained still, though he was allowed to let out a groan of pleasure at letting one of his creators stretch his synthetic hole. The stretchy passage and lube created a perfect tunnel that allowed Cyrus to hilt himself after only a few seconds, the leopard letting out a grunt as his hands moved to the drone's hips.

"I think you're the best one yet," Cyrus purred as he began to thrust into the prone wolf. "How does this feel for you, drone?"

"Drone is experiencing incredibly heightened arousal," AC528 called out. "Drone is thankful for his creator's treatment."

The words seemed to cause the leopard to pause, his length still embedded deep inside the wolf as he slid up his hands until they rested on the wolf drone's shoulders. "I am not just your creator," Cyrus explained as he began to thrust once again. "You may serve our country, but I am your master. You may have been created for our leader, but I am the one who controls you. Do you understand, drone?"

The drone merely nodded his head as the leopard pounded into him harder, his rubber butt stretched hard by the amorous male on top of him as the words were programmed into his mind. Almost immediately his attitude began to shift and the wolf drone found himself attempting to reciprocate the affection given to him, even pushing back in order to get the leopard deeper inside him. His own cock began to throb against his abs as he was pushed harder against the bed, though he knew that even though he would experience the joy and pleasure of coupling with his master, he would not be allowed to orgasm in order to contain his precious seed. Instead he focused on master Cyrus, pressing his internal walls with enough pressure to cause the leopard to let out a loud moan each time he pushed in.

Finally Cyrus cried out as he came hard, the wolf drone squeezing his eyes shut as he received his master's seed inside of him. AC528 remained motionless once the act was complete until the leopard instructed him to stand up and walk to the shower with him. His new synthetic skin proved easy to clean as Cyrus washed both him and himself up before they returned to the room once more. After that Cyrus went back to the desk and grabbed a tablet from it and handed it to the wolf drone.

"Your new assignment," he instructed him while he dried himself off with a towel, AC528 assimilating the information. "Naturally you'll be a provider for the generator there as well as receive any updates or necessary repairs. The next shipment of drones to that sector leaves in two hours, I expect you to be on it, AC528."

"Drone understands and will follow master's wishes," AC528 said before he turned and walked out of the office to the shipping department, where he waited silently on a tram next to a rubber lion unit.

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A few days later AC528 walked through the mall like he had hundreds of times before in his past life, except this time he could feel the eyes of the other citizens stare at him while he did. He felt no shame or anger for the looks he got, in fact it made his chest swell with pride that he could be a shining example of servitude to the country. His bulge between his legs had been compressed by the suit so that he could be completely naked in public without being lewd, but despite that he saw many stare straight down at it while he walked before they turned and kept their distance. The entire time the voice pumped into his mind told him that he was a good drone and that his stalwart presence would make sure that everyone retained their acceptance of their leader's glorious work.

If anyone recognized him as Seto no one made any indicator of it, even people he knew like the friends he passed in the street or the shopkeeper he had interacted with many times before couldn't tell it was him as he paid for his goods. It was part of the process, the voice reminded AC528, and he had given his identity to the country in order to provide for those that surrounded him. It was a thankless job that he was more than happy to do for his fellow citizens, his rubbery body shuddering in bliss as it fed his brain pleasure as a reward for his positive thinking. He was such a good drone, a good drone that obeyed his Master to keep the country running.

As he walked down one of the alleys with his purchases he stopped suddenly, the strange feeling of being followed once again coming over him. None of his sensor readings seemed to detect anything, though, and when he turned to try and get a visual he saw nothing there either. Was his body malfunctioning somehow? He brought up his virtual display and set a meeting with his handler to undergo a diagnostic before moving again, the drone hoping that it was a temporary glitch that would still allow him to provide for the country. Despite having been milked only a day ago his groin already ached with the need to release once again, and if something was wrong with him they may make him wait, which would only drive his lust into overdrive.

The drone was so preoccupied with his thoughts of orgasming he failed to notice that he had taken a wrong turn down the street into an alleyway between two buildings, a route that he had never taken before in his life. As he turned around to get back to the main street something at the entrance to the alley caused him to pause. It was a creature covered in rubber just like himself, but unlike AC528 he had no adornments that made him look like a drone. Instead the dragon looked positively demonic with its latex skin glistening in the light of the sun, its muzzle turned up into an evil smile as it began to approach him. AC528 immediately brought up his comms to try and hail a Warrior Drone to his location, but when he tried to send out the call for help he found it to be completely blocked.

AC528 did the only thing it could think of doing and ran, dropping his shopping bags as he turned and bolted down the alleyway. The creature broke into a run as well and gave chase, which was short-lived as the drone wolf turned two corners before he found himself at a dead end. He looked to see if there was some way he could use his augmented body to try and escape, but the wall was too high even for him. When he turned back around the demonic creature had closed the distance between them and was only about a foot away, his tail wagged in the air as the eyes that locked onto his glowed with an unearthly red light.

"Citizen, it is unlawful to tamper with a Drone Power Unit that belongs to the country," AC528 spoke in a rehearsed fashion as he tried to stand up straight. "Failure to comply with this statue will result in punishment up to and including involuntary conversion to a drone. Please vacate the area immediately and this incident will go unreported."

"Oh, I have no intention of leaving you," the creature replied as its smile widened. "Besides, tampering with you is exactly why I got you here in the first place." AC528 began to feel fear despite his programming, and when he tried to lean on the reassuring voice of his Masters in order to regain his composure he panicked even more when he realized he couldn't hear them anymore, the dragon holding up a small black device. "Sorry, I had to cut you off, wouldn't want anyone wanting to interfere with the fun we are about to have."

The rubber demon reached out a heavy hand and placed it square on AC528's head, and the second their latex forms made contact it was like someone had plugged the drone into a socket. His entire body shuddered as he felt all the firewalls, all the programming that he had been installed with get pushed away. His hands darted up and pressed against the dragon's muscular chest, but his grip remained steadfast as familiar feelings and emotions began to bubble to the surface once again. A name quickly became apparent in his mind as his past was revealed to him, Seto... he remembered his name was Seto as the drone wolf let out a loud cry from the flood of released information.

When the creature had finished Seto felt his body go limp and began to fall to the ground, only to have the rubber dragon move with surprising speed and wrap his arms around him to keep him up. As Seto was held there everything came back to him; the kidnapping, the facility, the process... the country had made him into a drone and he had completely forgotten they had done it. Up until that point he thought he had always been a drone, but as he continued to be cradled in the arms of the dragon his normal, unaltered thought processes returned he knew once again what the country and its leader had done to him.

"Looks like I've gotten most of that nasty brainwashing out of your head," the rubber creature said as Seto found himself on his feet once again and able to move. "Now that you're back to being you we have much to discuss, but here in an alley out in the open is certainly not the place for such a clandestine meeting. Head to this address and wait for me there, and I'm sorry, but once I leave you're going to have to endure the indoctrination once again, but there's nothing I can do about that I'm afraid. Just go there and try not to act too suspicious about it, if they suspect something is up then you will likely have to go in for retraining, and that time I will likely be unable to bring you back."

Before Seto could say anything the dragon handed him his bags of groceries and passed him to climb up the wall with its claws digging into the brick, almost to show that even if he had managed to make it up, it would have been a futile effort to try and escape him. Once the other creature had left Seto heard the voice once more in his head continue as though it hadn't even noticed it had been disconnected and the wolf drone felt a wave of contentment wash over him. He could feel his psyche get pulled back down into the programming that had been given to him before he shook his head and with his newfound willpower overcame the soothing tones of submission and obedience. With the framework of thought suppression gone he was able to push the voice to the back of his mind as he left the alley and made his way towards the address he had been given, being careful to act like how he remembered when he was still under their control.

More than once Seto almost slipped back into the thoughts of devotion before he reached the address in question. It was an apartment complex that had been recently built in the area, and when he looked at the directory in question to buzz the right apartment he saw the name R. Drakis scrawled on the paper. He pushed the button next to it and the next second the door buzzed to allow him entry. The door was flung open by the wolf and he ran up the stairs to the apartment in question, finding the door open as he stepped inside to find the rubber dragon sitting in one of the chairs of the rather spacious living room.

"I am pleased to see that you managed to resist the call of compliance long enough for you to come here," the rubber dragon said as he took out a device and pressed a button on it, the voice in Seto's head once again silenced before he was told to take a seat. "Apologies for not introducing myself earlier, but I had to make sure you had the will to follow through before I did. My name is Renzyl, and I'm here to help you."

"Well you already did when you brought me back," Seto said as he shook his head. "I can't believe how deep they had sunk me into the role of the drone, even now that I know I'm Seto, whenever I think about myself all that comes up is what they programmed me with in the facility. If it hadn't been for your intervention I probably would still be AC528."

Renzyl grinned as he walked over to the kitchen and made himself a drink, then offered one to Seto who declined. "I'm glad that you recognized what I did as a boon," the dragon said as he sat down once again. "But what I did was not simply a charity, I required a Power Drone Unit in order to continue my investigation, and as a fresh convert I knew that their brainwashing wouldn't have had time to settle in completely. Simply put, I need someone that can go in and help me learn more about this power source of theirs, then if it proves fruitful, we can continue from there."

"So you want me to be a spy?" Seto asked. "Why?"

"At this juncture a neighboring country that is envious of your leader's prosperity summoned me to the specific task of finding out what was going on," Renzyl explained. "Apparently he's sent in several spies of his own, only to have them not report in after they got into the facility. Obviously given the nature of your induction they are likely drones now, so after a string of failures I daresay their desperation got the better of them. I, myself, am curious about such a thing and wish to know more, which is why I'm here talking to you right now."

The rubber dragon paused to let the new information sink into the wolf drone's brain as he sipped his drink. Seto felt like his brain was going to explode, especially since it was the first time in a while that he was able to think for himself. He had so many questions, like what Renzyl was in the first place if he wasn't a drone like him, and how he managed to so easily circumvent the programming that had kept his psyche contained for so long. When he started to ask them, though, he was quickly silenced and Renzyl continued on.

"Before we get too far into explanations I do have a choice that you need to make now that you are capable of such things," Renzyl explained as his eyes focused in on the drone. "If you accept my offer to work under me, not only will you retain your freedom of thought, but you will also get your revenge on the country that tried to turn you into a mindless drone... and if you do well enough, I may even have an additional offer for you. Or if you don't wish to risk yourself in such an endeavor we part ways now, the tasks I will ask of you will be dangerous and there will likely be harsh consequences if you are discovered, but if you take the second option your mental programming will quickly reassert itself without my intervention."

"So what's it going to be?" Renzyl asked as he leaned in, eyes glimmering. "Are you Seto... or are you AC528?"