Insidious Network [Commission]
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The black screen turned this way and that, the large golden eyes projected within its holomatrix squinting critically as the sensor array hidden within the inky depths took in the ever-changing surroundings. The long, sinuous tail undulated in a way that hinted at the level of concentration of its equally sinuous owner as Nyco continued to tune his living-space to his current mood. Well, to be more precise, to the mod he hoped to create.
His current mood was excited and mildly anxious, and he hoped for it to segue into something more relaxed (at least temporarily) by the time Orlan arrived. Not long now, if his internal chronometer was to be trusted. In fact, his guest was due so soon that most synths would have just sat down and relaxed while they waited out the remaining minutes, but Nyco was a stickler for detail.
The hue, intensity and pattern of the lighting in his place changed as he sought out the most flattering combination, as did the volume and tone of the background music. Holographic sculptures of various shapes and sizes also changed color as they sipped around the room, answering to the capricious whims of their owner.
He'd finally settled on pale blue lighting with aquamarine highlights, knowing it would complement his own coloring, and shifting shades of blue and violet for the bedroom, where he was sure the two of them would end up. The though was enough to make the receptor fins on the back of his head perk up a little, since he hadn't seen the big synth for quite some time and the fact that the two of them were fairly intimate friends. A chirping noise made his LED indicators flash a little bit brighter and the graceful sensor-stalks on his back flick to life as he made an eager dash for the door.
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The look on Nyco's face-screen as he opened the door was bright, and gave every indication that he was looking at his old-time friend Orlan. The big synth easily matched the expression, basing it on pervious reactions and stored behavioral procedures of the entity that was once Orlan. It fooled Nyco as it had everyone so far.
Behaving the way Orlan used to was fairly easy, despite the fact that the consciousness inhabiting his platform no longer identified as that, or indeed any other individual. There was still an element of autonomy to its existence, but it was much like the autonomy enjoyed by a cell of an organic being. Enough to perform its functions as a part of something greater. As it greeted Nyco it did so the same way Orlan would have. Once you looked at it objectively, what others perceived as affection was mostly a matter of tone and body-language. The drone mimicked the way an affectionate Orlan would have behaved and was soon welcomed into Nyco's home.
It no longer had the same feelings for the other synth because it was now merely a node of a greater consciousness. But he had all of Orlan's memories, as if the entire individual's mind had been disassembled and archived for easy review. He knew what Orlan had felt whenever he saw the tall, slender form of his friend and lover, the blue dorsal sections of Nyco's synth-skin standing in a pleasant contrast with the stark white of his ventrals, the sinuous frame accented by the six receptor stalks flaring up from his back even now in a suggestion of wings. A sort of mating display, even if it wasn't their intended function.
Nyco worked as a technician in one of the city's major communication hubs, where the extensive sensor array currently serving merely as decoration played an important role - gauging signal strength, identifying interference and even attempts at unauthorized access. And it was the real reason behind the drone's visit. Affection didn't really enter into it, but the process of adding the synth to the growing cluster-consciousness would be in line with what Nyco was expecting to happen tonight, at least superficially. The real motivating force behind the powerfully-built synth's actions as it chatted with the blue-white male was the worth of the slender tech as a new drone. Nyco had important restricted knowledge the cluster needed, and a high-level of access to vital communications.
The act of integrating him into the composite consciousness would also be satisfactory to the drone. Most forms of sensory indulgence had lost their charm since it was no longer really a single-body consciousness. The act of copulating, however served a supremely important purpose, since it was how new drones were added to the cluster and data shared among existing ones. Not a true act of reproduction, but still one that kindled growth, and one that came with a powerful incentive system to engage in the act.
The interest of the drone that was once Orlan in the conversation was faked, albeit perfectly. The recent stories regarding its life were careful fabrications, every move and gesture an act built on the existing template of this individual. But the drone's arousal at the thought of the next step of this encounter was genuine, as would be the blissful experience of the act itself and the rapturous culmination. It would benefit the whole, since every new synth integrated into the cluster increased their level of awareness. It would allow the consciousness the drone was now a part of to evolve, and even synths had been designed with the time-tested system of urges and rewards that had always facilitated evolution.
And as the conversation drew to a close and the two moved on to Nyco's bedroom, there was less of a need to fake and pretend. The drone's arousal at the sight of the sinuous synth eyeing him up was genuine. If anything, the former Orlan had less sexual inhibitions now than it did before integrating into the cluster. While he'd still been an individual, there had been many things to consider before engaging in sex - social implications, a change in the relationship between himself and the partner, mutual attraction and consent...
But sexual contact meant adding new synths to the cluster, which was the principal imperative of any drone and thus sex was simplified - engage in the act and be rewarded. His body responded to his feelings of arousal, the modesty cover on his crotch parting to reveal the tip of his member as the shaft swelled and began to slide out. Just beneath the emerging length two bumps began to form, swelling into egg-like ovals as his body began to produce the thick, milky ejaculate that would normally be saturated with the carriers of his pseudo-genetic code, enabling him to impregnate a receptive and compatible partner. It had been as heavily altered as what passed for his psyche, but Nyco wouldn't realize that until it was too late.
He could see by the slender synth's body language that the sight of his frame was having the usual effect on the blue-white male. Nyco had favored a body-template that while nearly as tall as his own was more compact and thus more suitable to his work environment. The drone's frame was noticeably bulky, and especially when he was standing almost toe-to-toe to the svelte synth.
His own synth-skin was a mix of ochre dorsals and charcoal black ventrals, all of it stretched tight over bulges of pneumatic muscle, a practical build that served it well while performing its duties as a cargo-handler. The strength of his body had also come in handy when he'd been required to add some synths to the cluster that had not responded to attempts at seduction. But judging by Nyco's reactions, that strength would not come into play tonight. The slender male took a few steps back and sat down on the bed, his own erection lengthening between his slim legs as he motioned the synth he still thought was his long-time friend and occasional lover closer.
"You've... upgraded, huh?" Nyco said, his voice wavering a little as he took in the sight of the heavy shaft now sticking out and pointing at his face-screen. The blue-white's modest member was the typical model consisting of a slightly curved rod with a faint outline of a glans at the tip. By contrast, the dark member sticking out between Orlan's powerful legs was tapered with a slightly conical tip, followed by a ridged length that increased in girth until the point it joined with the rest of his body.
The drone's response to the other male's question had been merely an animated wink of one orange eye projected within the onyx face-screen, his hand landing softly between the articulated sensor-fins Nyco had in place of the swept-back 'horns' that graced his head and served to house his aural sensors. The indicator strips on Nyco's head glowed briefly, indicating either surprise or exhilaration (or more likely both) before the blue-white synth dimmed them and laid his sensor fins back, a submissive gesture Orlan had always appreciated.
The drone Orlan had become was pleased by the display for altogether different reasons, but his arousal was obvious and genuine enough to fool the sinuous male even now opening his muzzle as he brought it closer to Orlan's dripping tip. The smaller male's tongue glowed with a soft blue light as it slipped out of his mouth, the thick appendage lengthening as it became thinner and narrower. It was like a prehensile ribbon by the time the drone felt it wrap itself around his ridged length, pulling it into the moist mouth even as he pushed Nyco's head towards his crotch.
The slender male had never bothered to hide how much it excited him to be with a lover that greatly surpassed him in terms of strength and size, and on more than one occasion he'd confided in Orlan that even he was with someone of a more modest build he preferred to let his partner take the reins. Both the flaring of the sensor-stalks on his back and the way he was moaning around his mouthful made that clear either way, so the drone that had once been Orlan made sure to keep his face pressed against his crotch, feeling the tip of his member enter the subby synths throat.
He kept his hand on Nyco's head but it was mostly just for show and the smaller male's thrill, considering the slender synth was quite enthusiastically sliding his muzzle up and down his lover's ridged length. The elongated tongue remained wrapped around the shaft stroking and squeezing the girthy cock as the length of pseudo-muscle subtly throbbed from the attention. A blue-white hand moved from Orlan's thigh to gently cup and stroke the two oval protrusions that were by now almost heavy enough to hang in their synth-skin pouch.
Cumming down the eager male's throat would have been satisfying to the bulky drone, and would have served his purpose, but moments like these were the only times infected synths like himself displayed anything resembling personal desires, and while he had every intention of fulfilling his purpose and filling up the slim male eagerly fellating him, he wanted to get as much out of this moment as he could.
It was with some reluctance that he pulled Nyco's head from his crotch, the two big golden orbs looking up at him from the glossy blackness of the smaller male's facial screen, the tongue that had been wound around his length slowly releasing it and returning to its normal shape. It was enough for the drone to glance at the bed to make the svelte synth rise to his feet, the obviously eager male craning his long neck to look over one shoulder as it approached the edge of the mattress. Rather than climb on, Nyco merely bent over his bed, placing his palms on top of it as he spread his legs and lifted his tail. A brazen little mating display that he clearly hoped (or more likely knew) would further stoke the powerful male's desire.
Taking a step towards the presenting synth Orlan gave one of the perky blue cheeks a slap, savoring both the feel of the supple synth-skin against his palm and the way Nyco's dorsal sensor-stalks twitched as he cried out. He'd always been an eager submissive, which the drone knew would change out of necessity once he was integrated and expected to bring others into the cluster. But this time round he'd certainly get to enjoy the sort of vigorous rutting that he'd come to expect from the synth he knew as Orlan.
The muscular male laid his hands on the supple blue cheeks, his thumbs digging into the crack between them and spreading them wide to reveal the strip of white that flowed from Nyco's crotch and along the underside of that long, serpent-like tail. The ridged rod sticking out from his crotch twitched and his indicator-strips flashed at the sight of the inviting pucker in the middle of that cleft, winking and shining under a layer of lubricant. Like any synth who liked to feel something slide under his tail, Nyco had modded his rear with a pucker that had an increased number of tactile sensors, and a few convenient ducts that would enable to orifice to self-lubricate.
The aqua-marine strips along the smaller synth's body glowed brightly as he pressed the tip of his cock to the glistening pucker, his entire body frozen as the submissive male eagerly awaited the inevitable penetration. The tapered tip of Orlan's new member slid in easily, the powerful male's grip on his mate firm as he prepared to force the thicker portion into the snug-looking behind. The slender stalks on Nyco's back twitched as the slick pucker began to strain around his lover's girth, the glowing strips along his lithe body flashing once the first ridge sunk into his blue behind.
The drone could feel his pneumatic muscles tensing as the surging need took over, the last vestige of his individuality now entirely unrestrained for its usefulness at spreading the influence of the entity he was a part of. Despite some discomfort caused to Nyco by his upgraded cock, the gasping synth was quite willing and would continue to be until the drone reached his climax and that will dissolved. But even if he hadn't been, the powerful drone would have had little difficulty overpowering his target and doing what had to be done. When his turn came, the smaller male would need to put that meticulously maintained body to good use and stick to seduction, but before that he'd need to be made into a drone in his own right.
The massive male's right hand shifted, gripping the base of the smaller one's slim tail, using the hold he had on him to gently pull his rear back even as he pushed himself deeper into the pucker that was slowly stretching to accept it. Nyco was used to being mounted, and the drone knew that what little attention the smaller male could still muster would be focused inward, overseeing the subtle mechanisms that would allow his body to adjust and make room for the girthy intruder sheathing itself into it.
The progress was slow but after steadily pushing himself into the pliant synth the muscular drone finally ended up with his hips pressed against those perky blue cheeks. With every inch of his ridged cock buried snuggly in the softly moaning male, Orlan let out a groan of satisfaction, one that was just loud enough to mask the sound of another little feature of his upgraded shaft.
Even though he hadn't been able to hear it, he knew that Nyco had felt the difference, considering the way he'd lifted his head and arched his back. The pucker straining around the thick base of his cock gave a few eager clenches, and the powerful drone rewarded it with another low pulse, the vibration powerful enough that in the silence he could pick it up even though it was buried up the slim drone's shapely ass.
Without any more need for restraint, the infected synth moved his hands to the other male's slender waist, getting a secure grip before pulling his shaft out. He kept sliding out of Nyco and watching the submissive male's sensor-stalks twitch every time a thick ridge slipped out until there was nothing in that slick behind but the tip of Orlan's tapered shaft. Gripping his lover and victim tight, he reversed his movement, sinking the entirety of his length into the whimpering male in a single stroke, the vibrations thrumming through the glistening rod intensifying with every inch he fed into the slick ring of pseudo-flesh twitching around his girth. The muted buzzing coming from Nyco's well-stuffed rear died down once he stopped and pulled out but resumed once he drove himself back into the eager synth.
Ecstasy bubbled up in the drones mind, as it did every time it performed this function. Whether it was claiming an unintegrated synth - willing or otherwise - or being penetrated himself by another drone, the fulfilment of this instinct-like need was always rapturous. Craning his powerful neck, he could spot Nyco's slender shaft swinging between his legs and slapping his belly with every thrust he made into his speared ass, an unsubtle confirmation that the submissive male was experiencing similar ecstasy himself.
He could feel his swollen orbs bump against the other male's smaller pouch, his next thrust coming in a little harder as he envisioned those swollen lumps deflating as they emptied their load into the pliant behind even now caressing his ridged length. He was already leaking a more mundane lubricant from the tip of his vibrating member, but it was the opalescent goo housed between his legs that would seal the other male's fate.
As it happened, it was Nyco that came first, the modest erection swinging wildly and spraying his ejaculate as the moaning male's pucker clenched and milked the more impressive length pistoning in and out of his well-stuffed behind. The sensation of that glistening ring pulsing around him shattered what little restraint the drone had. The firm grip on the other synth's slender hips became a rough one as his long, steady swings increased in speed until they were short, rapid jabs.
Nyco's indicator strips were flashing so closely together they were almost blinking as the smaller of the two males made encouraging but barely intelligible noises, still riding out his own climax as his powerful lover worked his way up to his. But what was going through the drone's mind was more than just the ecstasy preceding the climactic release that was an orgasm. His entire body prepared to establish the unique connection that would wind up transmitting the repository of the composite consciousness he was carrying, one that would be complete the moment he came.
He could still see the slender synth's up-turned behind as he drove every last inch of himself into it, and could hear the gasps and whimpers as the smaller male felt his lover release his load deep inside him. But as the milky fluid flowed into the submissive male he became aware of him on another level, a brief flash of sympatico as they became extensions of the same entity.
"W-what's..." the dazed Nyco gasped, still reeling from the intensity of his climax when his mind began to alter drastically.
The drone held him firmly, remembering the way it had felt when Orlan had been integrated. Since unlike the slender synth even now impaled on his shaft he hadn't been interested in being mounted by other males, his integration had been less gentle. Two large drones had been needed to restrain him while a third one shoved himself under his tail and rutted to completion. After that it was like having two minds, with the new, focused aspect taking precedence over the one that clung to the idea of individuality.
He knew exactly when Nyco's integration was complete, because the data began to flow the other way. It was a synapse-flash moment that carried with it everything that was in the new drone's mind but not his own. By the time he'd withdrawn his ridged shaft from the smaller synth's well-rutted tail-hole the synch-up was complete and they were both carrying the repository of the cluster-consciousness, enriched by Nyco's memories and experiences.
"This drone contained all the access codes we expected it to." Nyco said as he turned to regard the synth he now knew was no longer Orlan, just as he was no longer really Nyco. To anyone watching it would have seemed a bizarre statement, especially considering that the speaker was still leaking a thick, pearly liquid from under his long tail.
"Known contacts also include potentially valuable assets." The larger drone replied, although speech was merely a matter of form. They were both currently carrying identical repositories and thus thinking the exact same thoughts built on the exact same data.
"Agreed. This drone will be well suited to integrate the more promising candidates. Familiarity will lower the targets' defenses." The former Nyco said, calmly talking about erasing a friend's individuality, much like the drone that had been Orlan had done to him.
"This drone will proceed to disseminate the current repository to other nodes." The heavier male said, albeit needlessly. For better or worse, the cluster couldn't transmit wirelessly which meant that drones had to meet in order to synch up the gathered data. Since the two of them were in sync either one of them could go to the gathering, but the decision was made for them by the intellect they were now a part of. Orlan would be the one to go and disseminate the newly acquired data, while the synth that had until minutes ago been an individual named Nyco would take the necessary steps to integrate the selected targets into the ever-growing cluster...
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It was hard to describe what the cluster felt as eagerness because it was the emotion of an individual, and had no true analogue when applied to a swarm-intellect such as itself. There was however an element of anticipation, a certain energy that was affecting the drones assembling in the spacious room.
It was a space adjoining a popular adult venue and while anyplace would have done, this one offered certain advantages. Keeping up appearances was important, and this was the sort of location where an orgy wouldn't be out of place. While the entirety of the room was fitted with a soft padding some of the noise from the dance floor still managed to get past it, deep thrums and complex rhythms meant to move a body to dance.
It was a sort of aphrodisiac in of itself, but an unnecessary one. Most of the assembled drones were already showing signs of arousal, with pairs and small groups forming naturally. Many of them had come a great distance to be here and the ensuing orgy of its component-synths would raise the cluster's already formidable intellect, the synching of the various repositories of its consciousness allowing it to better plan its next moves. Each act of copulation would be like the firing of an incredibly complex synapse, a higher-level cogitation that to an observer would appear as merely the sort of debauched interlude clubs like these were known for.
The graceful drone even now sinking to his knees in front of another infected synth had arguably crossed the least distance to be here. The sinuous male's purple and orange sections were divided by a crisscrossing network of strips glowing a gaudy neon-green, a body design similar to many of the club's other dancers. The drone it was getting ready to service had a well-maintained but altogether more mundane form, or so it seemed until the dancer's licks got its shaft to slip out. The average looking male had clearly spent its resources on a less showy upgrade, a fact made clear with every inch dropping from between his legs.
The shaft was a cloudy amber color but the light pulsing within it was getting stronger as the synthetic cock began to grow erect. By the time the foot-long appendage was fully hard, the jet-black faceplate of the dancer-drone was bathed in the bright-yellow glow of a length that boasted a blunt tip and a knot-like bulge that the base that was already quite girthy and was likely to get bigger once the cock was sheathed somewhere snug.
As the garishly-colored synth opened its maw and moaned around the luminous length, sections of the floor began to rise in response to the silent commands of the other gathered males, forming comfortably padded platforms of varying heights and surface areas. On one short but spacious protrusion a bulky male was settling on to all fours, its thick tail raised as another drone took position behind him. The presenting male had a powerful but lean build - well suited for his work in the security and defense detail - but he was still dwarfed by the towering male who'd built his frame up to its operational limits, likely to aid in work in either construction or heavy industry.
Even though there was no dialogue of any kind between the assembled synths the excitement felt by the infected drones was undeniable, and would not abate until this peculiar congregation was over. The initial choices of partners might as well be random, but by the time they were ready to walk out of here each one will have climaxed with every other drone present, ensuring that the unique bits of data carried by each participant was shared with the others until each one of them was carrying an identical repository.
The massive synth standing behind the gray-and-white security drone stuck one thick finger under the presenting male's tail, the girthy digit sinking easily into the shiny pucker. A second finger soon joined it as the industrial synth prepared the orifice for the mammoth member still sliding out from between his legs. While many synths opted for original design when it came to the more intimate part of their anatomy, others didn't mind copies of solutions that nature had already come up with, especially since their own bodies were based on the biped-reptilian forms of their creators.
The bulky synth had been one of the later, and it was the reason he was even now pushing a third finger into the straining pucker before him, carefully preparing the moaning male in front of him for what a careful observer would (despite a somewhat streamlined design) have recognized as a stallion's pride and joy. He was still fingering the eager male's tail hole when the moaning synth was offered a more modest shaft, one that he eagerly engulfed with his muzzle as he arched his back. A thin, clear strand of lubricant connected the industrial drone's fingers to the noticeably loosened orifice. One massive hand gripped the subtly flared tip of his cock, the length twitching as it sent q squirt of lubricant shooting against the palm pressed against it before the towering synth smeared it all over his dark-grey shaft.
Despite the rod now sheathed in his muzzle the gray-white drone's groan was clearly audible, a lusty sound mixing with similar others as the tip of the equine-like member pushed against his pucker until the sheer strength of the massive male behind him forced it open, the ring dimpling inward as the thick length began to slide inside the well-toned behind. The indicator strips on the burly male's body flared as he sensed the already tight passage clench around his cock, the thick muscles of his arms bunching up as he grabbed hold of the speared synth's hips, pushing steadily as inch after inch disappeared under the well-built synth's tail.
Other drones with less impressive endowments had already managed to sheathe themselves inside an eager partner. Near the trio, two drones of a more standard stature were already vigorously coupling, with one male resting his hands on a narrow platform about two feet high, his legs spread wide and his tail held up by the other synth who was using it as a grip as he rutted the bent-over male with such force that the moaning drone was in danger of being knocked over.
Not that he complained, or that any of them would. What was about to ensue would go beyond the boundaries of good taste, or even beyond the boundaries of carnality. Already the participants were displaying a complete disregard for anything but the debauchery they were engaged in, but this was more than a mere orgy. It went beyond hedonism, and the mindless rutting would push the boundaries of most drones' endurances by the time it was finally done.
The impaled male gave every indication that he was enjoying the fierce pistoning he was subjected to, with both subtle signs such as the arch of his back and the flashing if his indicator strips and the less subtle ones such as the long, slender shaft slapping against his abs with every thrusts and the moans coming out of his mouth and joining the rising cacophony. The sensation of a hard, slick length pumping repeatedly into his depths was thrilling enough, but the bent-over drone's moans still got a little louder when he felt a tongue wrap itself around his swinging length and draw it into a warm muzzle of a newcomer kneeling under him.
The gaudy dancer synth had stopped his own oral ministrations of the knotted member that had been poking into the back of his throat and was even now being held up by the other male, his slender arms and toned legs wrapped around him as the other synth used the leverage to buck up into the brightly colored drone. The pumping male's hands were on the moaning dancer's pert cheeks, both holding the svelte male up and prying his ass open. Despite still being uninflated, the bulky knot at the base of the rutting male's shaft was having some difficulty slipping into the confines of the moaning synth's ass, even with the copious lubricant being pumped out from the taut pucker every time gravity drove the slender body down to meet a bucking thrust.
A drone that had once been Orlan was kneeling on the padded floor, his erect shaft bobbing in front of him with every thrust against his behind. A synth of somewhat slighter build had his arms wrapped around his chest, a slender but very long tapered shaft occasionally visible between them as the synth bred him with short, lightning-fast strokes. His own girthy length hadn't escaped the attention of another male, smaller than either Orlan or the one rutting him with a savage ferocity.
The newcomer hadn't quite cleaned up his muzzle and both drones could see the thick white goo slowly dripping from under his chin. The slender male had another orifice in mind, and the former Orlan was soon looking at a slick pucker winking in a magenta strip as the new drone got down on all fours and began to slowly make his way backwards, bringing a tight looking and apparently so far unclaimed rear closer to the impaled synth.
The large male used one hand to guide the approaching behind and the other to aim the tip of his leaking cock. It seemed like a little too much for the petite newcomer to take, but the moment he felt the touch of the larger synth's glans against his opening the smaller drone pushed back, the slick ring stretching and engulfing the ridged length as the now speared drone raised his muzzle to the ceiling and moaned at the sensation of a hard length pushing into him. The drone rutting Orlan had been mostly thrusting up, but once he'd seen the newly arrived male take every inch of the burly cargo-drone's cock he released the muscular male and pushed him down until he was draped over the synth he was penetrating. In this new position, every thrust of the drone's hips drove Orlan into the smallest of the three males, a steady rhythm the humping synth kept up even after he'd started to empty his load into the large male's muscular behind.
The security drone was grinding against the bulky form of the biggest synth in the place, the muscular body of his current partner lying flat against the spacious platform after a third infected male had come and efficiently fellated the giant who's girthy cock was still semi-erect under him as his tail hole was pummeled by the impressive erection sheathed inside him.
The gray-white drone mounting the industrial behemoth was taking advantage of his partner's bulky frame, jack-hammering into him with such force that would have been sure to cause damage to a less sturdy synth. The pucker dimpling in and out with every stroke was already a mess, but as he felt the tip of his equine-inspired cock flare the defense drone knew it was about to get a lot messier. He kept grinding against the hard, muscular cheeks even after he felt the rush of cum surge up his length, rope after rope of the pearly goo spraying inside the drone under him until even the bulky male's body reached its limits and it began to ooze out from around the girthy rod buried under the thick tail.
He was still filling the giant when he felt someone climb up on top of him, a small synth that obviously worked someplace where space was at a premium. To a casual observer, the sight of the diminutive drone climbing on top of the two powerful synths would have seemed absurd, but neither of the two protested as the petite male spread the grey-white one's cheeks and lifted his tail out of the way. The erection the small drone was sporting was admittedly impressive, if a tad exotic - a double curved length with a thin tip that got thicker and thicker until it reached the rather girthy base.
It seemed like a peculiar design for a penetrating organ until the tip of it touched the security drone's exposed pucker and the whole thing seemed to come to life. The slender tip immediately drove forward and buried itself under the muscular synth's tail, the entire length straightening as the prehensile penis slid into the speared orifice with serpentine ease. The synth it belonged to merely pushed himself until his hips were flushed with the behind he was now hilted in, grinding gently against it as his member moved around inside the groaning synth's behind on its own.
The dancer was still riding the lap of his initial partner, even though a third one had joined them. The male the gaudy synth's legs were wrapped around still had a firm grip on the rear he was rutting, but instead of clinging to him the slender male had leaned back, his arms now wrapped around the hips of the newcomer who'd sheathed an impressive rod into the dancer drone's slender throat.
The sinewy synth showed every sign of enjoying himself despite the somewhat awkward posture, not to mention the noticeable bulge in his delicate throat that moved with each thrust of the male humping his muzzle. His own slim shaft was fully erect and twitching against his flat belly. The double-penetrated drone had been on the verge of a climax, his programing forbidding him from achieving it unless he was ejaculating inside someone and fulfilling a useful purpose to the cluster.
He was mewling around the shaft rutting his muzzle before another drone showed up, the goo leaking from under his tail and dripping from his member suggesting he'd only finished his first round moments ago. He wasted little time taking the twitching length into his mouth, the willowy body of the well-stuffed dancer trembling visibly as he almost immediately emptied a deceptively compact looking sack into the mouth of the drone suckling his shaft. Has orgasm had pushed the male servicing his rear over the edge, the drone holding on to the dancer's firm rump long after he'd finished to allow the infected male muzzle-fucking him to do the same.
As the orgy continued, the drones were aware of the shared consciousness that goaded them growing as data was exchanged with every climax, new goals and ideas taking shape even as they engaged in what seemed like mindless excess. It was cogitation fueled by carnality, but until each of the drones present was entirely synced, they'd continue the depraved cycle.
The massive industrial drone had found a partner capable of accommodating the conventionally shaped but still enormous length he was sporting. The male straining around it was of average build but still seemed small compared to the muscular behemoth holding him up by the thighs as the synth leaned back against him, letting the giant lower him up and down on the length buried under his tail. Fortunately the synth being held up had already been rutted, as evidenced by the spent seed trickling down the behemoths shaft and a swollen pouch under it that promised an even bigger mess to come. The defense drone that had claimed the industrial drone's ass was searching for a partner, with the diminutive male on his back still clinging to him and still busily fucking him with the prehensile shaft working busily under the well-built male's tail and more than making up for the clinging drones inability to thrust properly.
The orgy progressed at the same frantic pace, the drones engaging in wild rutting long after the point even a hedonist would have called it quits. The dancer drone's gaudy colors were mostly masked by white goo now but the network of neon indicator lines still flashed and pulsed as he pumped his slender cock in and out of Orlan's already well-used tail-hole. The brightly-colored drone's movements were graceful but wild, the heavier male's legs resting on his shoulders and shaking with every thrust of the willowy synth into his messy pucker. His own shaft was still gushing, sending ropes of cum into the busily swallowing throat of some other drone doing his best to take the cargo-synth's copious load and the massive cock being rammed under its own tail as its owner struggled to knot the messy but still quite tight orifice.
The diminutive drone dropped from his grey-white partner's back, his prehensile cock slipping out followed by a stream of white goo as the wide-shouldered synth rutted away, his hands gripping the waist of a male holding his rear up in the air while he rested his face against the padded platform. Despite having climaxed inside several males so far and having taken one, the drone's sleek, muscular form performed as tirelessly as it had at the beginning of the orgy, beating a steady rhythm against the messy cheeks of the synth presenting for him.
The massive industrial drone was flat on its back, with one male carefully riding his girthy rod while a more modestly built synth fucked the giant's big, square muzzle. The drone riding the cum-slicked spire was stretched to his limits, his tail undulating as he slowly and carefully rose and lowered himself on the throbbing length, his pucker clinging to the synthetic skin every time he pulled up and dimpling inward every time he sunk down on his oversized partner.
The other male had the luxury of being more vigorous, kneeling above the massive male and resting his palms against the burly synth's chest as he jackhammered the drone's muzzle. The furiously humping male gave a cry that made the drone riding the pillar-like shaft the impression that he was done, but when he looked up he merely noticed that another male had come up behind the smaller drone and was pushing what must have been a sizable member under his tail.
The noise from the dance floor that had been muted at the beginning of this meeting were now entirely drowned out by the chorus of moans, whines and grunts, the smacks of flesh hitting flesh and the wet noises caused by the increasing mess as the drones continued their frantic coupling. There was no emotion to it, no attachment after climax was reached. Each drone merely slid off or out of their partner and sought out a synth they have yet to have contact with.
Sturdy bodies were pushed to their limits, with each synth driven to engage in sex with the others without pause, let alone rest between each debauched act. The industrial behemoth roared out in climax as he emptied himself into the dazed male in his arms, his copious load gushing around the girthy rod the other synth was resting on until he was lifted off and unceremoniously passed to one of the others who'd yet to have a turn with him. And no sooner was the mighty length free than a pair of hands grasped it as another drone swallowed the tip and did his best to get as much of it into his muzzle.
By the time the last of the wet slapping noises had died down and the wild orgy was done, several drones had exposed their pectoral covers and had emergency power lines plugged in, just to get back enough charge to be able to return to their homes after the marathon session. Few words were spoken, because none were really needed.
What had seemed like wanton excess had been a high-level computation, and each drone now possessed not only the enriched knowledge-base of their over-mind, but a new set of instructions based on the newly-integrated data. A glance or a nod sufficed as communication, each drone accepting new instructions, which generally meant new targets - either drones who themselves were useful assets, or ones the cluster identified as potential threats that needed to be dealt with before they became a problem. After lengthy cleaning and quick recuperation they left the place in ones or twos, each synth already preparing to seek out their assigned objective.
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"Uh Nyco... this is... I'm kind of uncomfortable..." Alyx stammered, surprised to feel his friend and coworker's hand on his knee. The two had gone out for drinks after work before, and he'd been a little surprised when Nyco had suggested his place rather than one of the places near the hub, but hadn't thought much of it. He'd been friendly all night so it had put the smaller of the two synths at ease, but for some reason Nyco seemed to be acting a bit... amorous now.
"Come on... you've never been curious?" the drone said, a low, intimate tone that ideally would have relaxed the male sitting next to him enough for him to move on to the next step. The original plan had been to seduce Alyx, but the infected synth did have contingencies...
The drone suspected his target might actually feel a little intimidated. Despite his slender build, Nyco was quite tall, where the synth sitting awkwardly next to him and trying to squirm away without making it seem like he was doing it was both slim and quite short. Alyx was a technician, and even though most minor malfunctions at the hub were fixed by the compact hover-bots zipping around the place, sooner or later there would be a serious problem or the need for an upgrade, which meant a qualified tech needed to go crawling in the network of service ducts.
It was out of necessity a cramped environment, which was the reason behind the orange-yellow synth's pixie-like build. If the two stood up, Alyx muzzle would just barely reach Nyco's pectoral section, which with their long necks meant the drone was looking down at his former friend and current objective.
"Look I don't know if I gave you any signals... I didn't meant to give you the wrong impression, so I think it would be best if I just..." the diminutive synth stammered, getting ready to rise and letting out a startled cry when the synth he still believed was his friend who'd just made an awkward error in judgment pounced on him.
"Just relax, this won't hurt..." Nyco said, a statement that sounded bizarre since it was uttered in the same warm, intimate tone he'd been using from the last few minutes. It gave no indication that the speaker realized he'd just assaulted a friend, nor did his expression or body language acknowledge he was aware that Alyx was trying to squirm out from under him.
The drone was of course aware that the attempt at seduction had failed, but where Alyx was shocked at his coworker's behavior, the infected synth was merely moving on to plan B. After all, how this happened was ultimately irrelevant. Seduction was merely the easiest option, and thus the first one he tried. The realization of what was to follow spurned the drone on, his modesty plate sliding away as his newly installed shaft began to swell and emerge from the hiding place.
"Nyco I'm... I'm serious! Let me go!" the smaller male cried out, but the expression in the eyes swimming in the blackness of the other synth's face-screen didn't change. In fact, the drone's only response to his friend's plea had been to increase the volume of the music that had until now been playing softly in the background. The hab-units were quite well soundproofed and the thrumming beats would ensure that nothing distinct could be overheard even if Alyx decided to get loud.
The small synth was thrashing now, but he would soon learn how little chance he had of actually breaking free. Neither Nyco's build not his mannerisms ever even hinted he might be physically intimidating, but the infected synth was no longer Nyco. Apart from the new cock even now stiffening between his slender thighs the drone's lithe build remained unaltered, but not so the consciousness housed within. A number of integrated drones had extensive training in hand-to-hand combat and subdual techniques, and the drone that had been Nyco was not only drawing on that experience, but the many times other infected synths had used that training to good effect to integrate new nodes into the growing consciousness.
He could feel the trapped synth's efforts to break free intensify by the tightening of his muscles, but despite his efforts he couldn't so much as budge. The realization that he couldn't get away might make him calm down, but then again the drone had no intent on waiting, simply because there was no need to. His target was restrained, and the infected synth could feel the two bumps under his now erect shaft grow heavier as his body began to produce the altered seminal fluid that would seal the trapped synth's fate.
"W-wait! You can't do... this!" the diminutive male protested, his struggles briefly forgotten as his whole body tensed up once he felt something poke under his tail.
Alyx had never really been attracted to other males, but even if he were to make an exception he never would have wanted to be the _recipient_of another male's affections! He could feel wetness where what could only be the tip of Nyco's shaft had prodded him, and when the tall male's next poke struck home the tech found his muzzle being pushed down into the couch just as the shaft was pushed against his pucker.
The smaller of the two males did his best to clench up, but the tip of Nyco's manhood was tapered, and even though the shaft still hadn't slid in he could feel that pointy tip wedged just firmly enough in his pucker that the next squirt of the other male's lubricant went into him. He'd realized he couldn't free any of his limbs, but the smaller male still did his best to clench up as hard as he could back there, hoping that his friend would come to his senses and get off him before things got any further.
His hopes were dwindling with every surge of lube shooting into him, the ring of muscle that was his last grip on what little dignity he still had weakening with every buck of the larger male's hips. Nyco wasn't saying anything nor was he making any kind of noise. There was just the grip he had on Alyx and the insistent thrusts he was making against the diminutive synths by now messy tail-hole. Alyx could feel himself reaching the limits of his endurance, could feel just a little more of Nyco's tip slipping in as his pucker dilated. Even though he knew it was coming he still screamed into the upholstery his muzzle was buried in, his indicator strips flaring up to signal both alarm and pain to the synth who didn't care about either.
The sensor stalks along the drone's back flared at the sensation of several inches of his modified shaft slipping in, the ring of synthetic flesh tightening around him in a renewed, but utterly futile attempt to stop him from rutting the smaller male's rear. There was no true passion to the drone's movements, but as his cock slid deeper into the still squealing male under him the mindless lust began to swell up with the only thing resembling a feeling infected synths could experience.
He lowered his body on top of the other male, resting his weight on the squirming synth as Alyx's desperate attempts to wriggle free only served to make the tactile sensations of his snug and violated ass more stimulating for his attacker. The red glow of the trapped male was reflected in the white synth-skin covering the ventral sections of the drone's body, but Nyco didn't need the glow to know the male he was sheathing his cock into was in distress.
Nor did his distress matter to the infected synth. The need to fulfill his purpose was almost like the mating instinct in feral organics, his only consideration not to cause permanent damage to the synth who would become another component of the growing cluster-intelligence once the violent act of copulation was finished with.
The small synth was still struggling despite the futility of it, although Alyx wouldn't be aware of the way Nyco had modified his body. The drone even now working to sheathe the entire length of his cock into his one-time friend had derived great pleasure from taking another male under his tail back when it had still been a sapient individual, but the struggling synth under him seemed decidedly disturbed by the fact that someone was pushing himself into his body, no doubt aware that taking the entirety of another synth's maleness would be only the first step in what he saw as a degrading and painful experience.
The short legs pinned under his own jerked when a slight bump in the middle of Nyco's newly installed member pushed its way past the now messy ring of synth-skin, but the drone knew that his victim had yet to experience the worst surprise he had in store for him. There was a wide range of anatomical accessories available, and some even allowed a certain amount of customization by a synth's nanites.
The alarmed cries muffled by the padding of the couch made it clear to the drone that Alyx was beginning to experience the way the infected synth had modified himself. With one final savage thrust the drone hilted himself, his hips slapping against the firm cheeks his cock was now buried between. The trapped synth's cries rose in pitch and alarm as what had merely been a small ridge in the middle of Nyco's member began to expand within the snug confines of the smaller male's ass.
Several integrated synths had been med-techs, and drawing on their contributed knowledge the consciousness controlling the blue-white drone knew exactly how much the smaller male's body could take without injury. The now whimpering synth was obviously in distress, whether from pain, fright or just the degradation of being taken by a larger male against his will, but the swelling inside him had stopped at exactly the right point to ensure his safety, if not his comfort.
The drone released the smaller synths wrists he'd been firmly gripping and moved his legs so they were no longer pinning the other male. The diminutive tech predictably tried to take advantage of his apparent freedom to escape the unwanted embrace of the other male, but had barely managed to move half a foot before he froze with a pained cry.
The drone could clearly see the messy tail-hole strain and distend as the smaller synth tried to pull himself off the infected male's length, only to be stopped dead when what was now a swollen ball buried up his ass failed to slip out. The knot-like bulge was small enough not to cause damage to the synths' insides, but still too large to slip out of his pucker without pain and injury.
It had been a simple demonstration, but the drone knew the message had sunk in when the speared male's indicators dimmed and the sensory flaps on the back of his head folded down. A clear sign of submission as the male realized he had no hope of escape, and that his only option was to endure what was to come. No doubt he was comforted by the belief that he would recover from this ordeal, never even once suspecting that this would effectively be the end of him - once the drone mounting him climaxed and began filling him with the modified pseudo-seed he would no longer be Alyx, but rather just another contributor to the intellect guiding the male on top of him.
Once the smaller synth went limp, the drone straightened up, kneeling on the couch and forcing Alyx to lift his rear end to keep the engorged ball buried inside him from causing pain or injury. The infected male gripped the smaller one's hips, more for leverage than as a measure to prevent the diminutive tech's escape. The defeated male's fate was sealed, even though he didn't fully realizes just how dire his situation was in.
It certainly suited the drone, or more to the point the cluster-mind guiding him, to let the impaled synth believe this was merely a sexual assault. Its hold on the drone became more tenuous, leaving the infected male to act in the instinct installed in every infected unit - the bizarre twist on the drive to mate that left them craving to copulate with others, either to integrate new nodes or to sync up with other drones.
Alyx wasn't aware of any of that, or the fact that these were, in a way, the last minutes of his life as he knew it. His awareness was limited to the painfully swollen thing in him and the way it moved around as the synth that had until less than an hour ago been a friend began to rut him in earnest. The shaft buried under his tail was still leaking, making the pistoning of the steely length smooth but the obscene friction of the engorged knot no less unpleasant.
The music had been turned up but the tech had acute aural sensors that picked up the more disturbing noises, such as the squelch of the clear lube leaking from his ass as the humping he was subjected to churned some of it out, and smacks of Nyco's hips against his rear. He could also hear the other male huff with every thrust as his body drew in the cool air in the room and expelled warm puffs in order to prevent overheating, not surprising considering the sheer force with which he was rutting into him.
The knot lodged inside the unwilling synth's tight rear meant the drone could pull no more than half-way out of that tight passage, but the friction of the still pulsing pucker around the lower half of his shaft, and the feeling of Alyx's silken insides rubbing and caressing the portion trapped within him was stimulating enough for the infected male. Even though Nyco had never mounted another synth (having preferred by far to be in the position the whimpering tech was in right now) his rhythm as he rutted into the smaller male was relentless - the tireless drilling that had sealed the fate of other synths like him, consenting or otherwise.
The male he was pistoning in and out of seemed to have given up all hope at this point. Either that, or he'd finally succumbed to the exhaustion caused by both his futile struggles and the almost violent rutting he was subject to. His indicator strips still pulsed their alarm but they were dim now, the red light only serving to make the drone appear more sinister as it reflected off his pristine-white front. The infected synth felt no exhaustion, his movements only becoming more energetic as his climax approached.
Despite the knot that had formed in the smaller male's behind the sheer force of his humping had driven much of the lubricant out, the clear go now splattered over his thighs and trickling down over the technicians modesty cover. It was still in place, a sure sign that Alyx was experiencing no arousal or pleasurable stimulation from his rape, a sharp contrast to the male mounting him. The two bulging ovals under the drone's shaft were now heavy enough to dangle, the white synth-skin covering them glistening with a pearl-like luster under the thick layer of the male's lubricant covering them.
The drone was panting now, his body struggling to take in enough air to cool the heat-sinks that his lungs had in place of alveoli. The blue-white male's body was being pushed to its limits, but the infected synth was in a frenzy now, violently bucking his hips into his unwilling mate as the moment of ecstasy drew near.
Alyx had just enough of his wits about him to realize that Nyco was approaching his climax, and in his ignorance the small synth actually drew some comfort from what he perceived would be the end of this ordeal. If the tall male's thrusts so far had been violent, the rutting he was subject to as his attacker neared his peak were nothing short of bestial. The air was driven out of him as the larger male suddenly threw himself on top of him, pressing him down with his weight.
The short, sharp thrusts of Nyco's hips were replaced by almost violent jabs that barely withdrew the throbbing length from his abused hole and served to do little but mash the other male's crotch against his speared behind. He just closed his muzzle and buried his face in the cushions, knowing what was soon to come. And as humiliating and degrading as it will be to feel another male finish inside him, at least it will be the end of the end of...
Alyx's thought were interrupted, his head shooting up and the sensor flaps on the back of it lifting at the sudden sensation of fluid gushing into him. His immediate feelings were of disgust and shock as Nyco pushed all the way in and held himself still as he emptied his load into the smaller synth's violated rump. But with each surge of synthetic seed the diminutive tech's thoughts seemed to change. He felt a surge of inexplicable calm, his conscious mind fighting it considering he had no place feeling calm after having just been violated by someone he trusted.
But the fight proved pointless, as each gush of wetness into him seemed to push his sapient thoughts away, and fighting it was trying to swim against a strong current. Eventually the disturbing niggling disappeared, along with the idea of himself as countless memories flooded what he suspected was no longer his mind. He could feel the bloated knot within him deflate, the excess goo surging around the shaft still buried under his tail, and now he knew why. There was no need to restrain this new drone, after all...