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Newlyn found himself walking home to his apartment holding a box, which happened to be the leftover cake that he had been allowed to take home from his office birthday party. Technically it was three people that had it for the month but it happened to land on his day... and one person was gluten-free while the other one only ate carrot cake. It was perfectly fine for him, though the resulting gorging on the sugary chocolate confection had almost put him in a diabetic coma since there were only a few other people the office and half of them were on a diet. Next year they promised that it would be a carrot cake though so he had to get his sweet tooth satisfied for the next few years on this one as he made his way up the stairs and to his apartment on the second floor.

Though it took a bit of logistics he managed to balance the box on his leg and get the door open with his keys without dropping the cake or falling over. When he got inside the snow leopard put it on the counter and resolved to only have one more piece before heading over to his desk where his personal computer sat. After working in the technical field for so long normally he wouldn't want to stare at a screen for a few hours, but he had gotten an unusual e-mail that for once wasn't spam or some sort of phishing. Honestly he wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was sent from one of his friends and it had the subject line of Happy Birthday so after getting himself a soda he sat down and looked into it.

When he opened the e-mail it had the typical stock animated greeting card, but when he got to the personalized part it just said that they had a wonderful new app that would change his life. Newlyn raised an eyebrow and looked at the attachment that was involved, which the file name was The Gift that Keeps On Giving. The snow leopard could feel his ears twitching but decided to give it a run through the usual antivirus and antimalware programs he had just to make sure that someone hadn't caught a virus that had spread through their mailing list. As he sipped on his soda he browsed a few media sites as it seemed to take a while for it to finish.

Finally there was a notification that popped up and said that the file was good to go and not anything that was going to cause his computer to explode. Though he still would have liked a little more explanation on it he decided to give it a shot, though he still partitioned it in a virtual machine in order to make sure that it didn't actually kill his PC. Once it was downloaded inside he let it run, the screen fading to black before it turned on to what looked like some sort of menu. It looked like some sort of video game, the first screen telling him to choose his style as he found a number of different robot creatures.

"Huh, they're all birds," Newlyn commented to no one as he sipped on the saw that he had put in his drink while scrolling through them, noticing the box below had his name on it already. Maybe not a game, at least not one that had a good opening, but was this some sort of gift thing where he chose a toy and they were going to send it to him? "Who on earth thinks that I like toy robot birds?"

Though he was still confused about the concept of this program that he was running he finally decided to stop on one of the sleeker looking birds, which turned out to be a falcon. As he chose it the little avatar gave him a thumbs up and then it went to a customization screen where he could choose the color of the metal, the glowing lines that ran through its body, and the feathers as well. As he scrolled through them all it felt like there were hundreds of choices and it even suggested potentially having his own snow leopard patterning on it. He decided against that however and went with a nice glossy black for the metal with cyan lights and a cobalt blue for the feathers that highlighted its body as well as the wings.

At that point Newlyn thought that it would ask for his shipping information, but instead it asked for something that he wasn't expecting. "Transmission vector?" Newlyn found himself saying out loud as he looked at the menu and saw that there far less options but as he scrolled down to the bottom he found himself blushing a bit at seeing that there was one for sexual. "I mean, I still have no idea what's going on, but it is my birthday..."

Taking a second to look around as though someone was watching him he quickly clicked on the last option and had it take him to another screen, Newlyn putting his hand to his head as it asked for something called drone type. "What. Is. This. Game?" Newlyn found himself asking as he saw that there were a bunch of options once more, and as he looked down at the end it had a choice to manually make that decision and just clicked that before moving on where it had a delivery selection screen. "Finally... wait, huh?"

His thought that this was some sort of physical object that would be a gift, but instead he found that there were only a few options and that they were all digitally related. Had he just been picking stuff for some kind of virtual avatar? If that was the case he wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but considering he had spent the time to pick things he just opted for the first one that was direct download. Once he had pressed the finish button he was thanked for his selection and wished a happy birthday before the program just ended.

Newlyn's eyes widened as he saw that the virtual machine no longer had the program on it, and when he looked in his e-mail he found that while the card was still there the attachment no longer existed either. "Well... that was an interesting waste of time," Newlyn said with a sigh as he started a virus scan of his computer just in case. "I guess it's time to get dinner, last thing I want to do is eat the rest of that cake..."

A few hours later Newlyn laid on his bed in his boxer's lamenting the fact that the cake box he had brought home was nearly empty after he had gotten tempted right before bed. Thanks to the black-out blinds he had invested in the room was completely dark so that he could dwell on his confectionary mistake, which was why when there was a glow that started to permeate the room it caused him to open his eyes. The only thing that could be doing that was his phone, but since he had put it on do not disturb mode he should only be seeing the screen light up in an emergency. When he opened his eyes to glance over at his phone he saw that it was still dark... but there was definitely something glowing as his head slowly turned to see the translucent creature standing before him.

"Hi." The falcon creature said with a grin.

"Um, hi..." Newlyn replied with slight confusion.

"You got the direct download, right?" The digital avian asked, Newlyn having to think for a few seconds before he realized what the other creature was talking about and nodding his head. "Perfect, if you could just turn on your stomach and point your toes away from you then we can begin. And happy birthday by the way, Master Haleon sends his best wishes."

Master Haleon... as Newlyn thought about it he remembered there was something on that program he downloaded that said something about Haleon, but he didn't know that it would summon some sort of weird holographic avatar to his apartment. Stranger still even with his phone next to him and knowing the next logical step to having some guy in his house, digital or otherwise, was to call the police. Wait, that wouldn't even work, what on earth would he say? Someone sent him a link for his birthday that he customized an avatar on and that avatar was now in his house wishing him a happy birthday?

Without even realizing it Newlyn had done what the avatar asked and found himself on his bed with his pillow under his chin. At this point he did notice that there was a strange buzzing noise in the air, but it was hard for him to focus on it as he the falcon avatar leaned down and began to press his hands against the furry shoulders of the snow leopard. Since the creature was clearly made out of light or something Newlyn expected them to pass right through, but instead he shivered slightly when they actually physically pressed against his fur. It was a surprise or sure, but one that he didn't mind as the massage continued.

Newlyn wasn't quite sure why he was letting the bizarre situation continued on but considering that it was for his birthday he decided to go with the flow. Someone had clearly sent him an experience that was supposed to be unexpected, and it wasn't the first time that he had encountered something beyond the norm. As the hands moved to his shoulder blades he was about to ask about what the whole direct download thing was all about before he began to feel a tingling in his flesh where the hologram was rubbing. At first he thought it was just something like static but as the sensation became more persistent he realized that the fingers were not just pushing against his shoulders, they were pushing into them as he suddenly became aware of the hands sliding into his body.

When he tried to move he found that for a hologram this creature had quite a bit of strength and weight as he found himself pinned to his own bed, which as the avian started to slide up so that their bodies were parallel with one another it seemed to cause those hands to slide deeper into them. The tingling sensation that accompanied was still a lot like a massage, though the term deep tissue would be an understatement as the began to feel the fingers in his biceps. As the falcon got into position Newlyn tried to adjust himself but as he found it hard to move his arms his eyes widened when he saw what looked like fingers were stretching out his spotted fur, though the farther they moved inside of him the more the texture of his skin changed and the strands melted together while shifting in hue to a solid black.

With the creature moving about on top of him Newlyn found it hard to concentrate on anything as he felt the rest of the holographic avian settle on top of him. One place in particular he found that the falcon was positioning himself on was his tailhole, which with his arms starting to stretch out and the snow leopard no longer able to pull himself up he could only move his legs, though as he felt a pressure in his thighs and looked back to see those digital avian feet sink into them. As soon as they did it seemed to trigger a transformation in his body and caused his body to buck up a bit as he not only started to lose control of his legs but a metallic sheen started to cover his body. As the tip of the falcon's cock continued to hover just above his tailhole he could feel his own throbbing hard as it was trapped between his abs and the mattress, but the creature slowly taking him over seemed to have no compunction to let him touch himself.

With his limbs being taken over there was little that Newlyn could do but lie there and feel this other entity slowly push down into him. It seemed the falcon was keeping his upper body and head away from him on purpose, probably to allow him to enjoy the sensations as the metal continued to sweep down his limbs. At first he thought that having his arms completely encased in the shiny black metal would render them immobile or at least be stiffer than before, but to his surprise it stretched and shifted just like his skin. It was very flexible and as he felt the fingers reaching his elbows he could feel them becoming much more flexible.

"You're coming along quite nicely," the falcon said as Newlyn felt a spike in pleasure from the ethereal cock starting to push inside his hole. "Your download is going to start assimilating your psyche, you may feel a bit of vertigo but just focus on the pleasure and you should be fine."

"Ugh, so that's it then?" Newlyn growled, though was hard to focus on what he was saying as he felt what was essentially a very real cock that was starting to spread open his insides while he felt his arms curling more while outside of his control. "You're going to just, what, possess my body and turn me into some sort of synth drone?"

"Huh?" The falcon avatar said, Newlyn feeling his arms and legs shifting about. "Oh no, I'm just here to deliver your new synth body for your birthday, you'll be the one creating drones once I'm done with you."

"Oh... so you're not taking me over completely?" Newlyn said.

"I mean, if you want me to," the falcon replied. "I wasn't planning on it though, once I'm done rutting you and giving you this form of yours I'm going to disappear. If that's something you really want though I'm sure that I could find some time to possess you, but the idea was for you to do it to others."

"No no, I'd like to go with the plan," Newlyn stated, though he had to pause as the foot of the avian shoved itself into his own foot paw and watched as the flesh merged and warped into becoming a heavy, dexterous clawed version that he can use to grip things. "Sounds like fun actually, it's just the way that we were going about this... sorry, anyway, go on."

The falcon smirked and he pushed his hips downwards, causing the cock of the creature to push even deeper down until he was completely spread open and he felt the groin of the other man pressing against his increasingly metallic cheeks. "We'll remember that for later," the avatar said. "Let's go ahead and step this up a notch then."

Newlyn let out a gasp as he felt his limbs start to flip the rest of his body over, the snow leopard groaning as he found himself pressing against the other man that was behind him save for his limbs that had the avatar completely embedded in them. As the feline was practically bounced up and down from the thrusting of the one underneath it was like he was still pinned except that his arms were still completely mobile, just not by his own power as he saw one of his possessed arms reach up. He could still feel the fingers curling as they moved but he had lost all control of them as they reached down and began to stroke his member that was still rock hard. He gasped loudly as it started to slowly stroke up and down the sensitive flesh while he was being plowed from behind, and as the groin of the digital falcon began to merge with his rear he could feel its cock starting to slide into his new home.

Just like with his arms and legs he could see the black metal creeping up and assimilating the fur of his thighs, the shiny black metal being broken up by the bright blue cyan lines that he had chosen himself. At first he thought that there would be a few feathers that would sprout from his body but it seemed that his body would remain the sleek and stylish synthetic body that his limbs had become. There were claws that tipped his hands and when he looked at the palms he saw that there were blue lines that connected to pads on his fingers which seemed to make them even more sensitive. It made the sensation of him stroking on his shaft very pleasurable and as he began to feel like he was no longer being stretched open he could feel his own starting to bloat.

Newlyn began to gasp loudly as he watched his shaft swell up, starting up at the base where the flesh began to glow with a bright blue that slowly rose. He knew it was the digital avatar pumping his cock into his own and assimilating the flesh, which as he watched it growing bigger and glowing more he saw the fur around his crotch and stomach starting to turn black just like the rest of his body. Anyone that might have looked at him at that moment they might have thought that he was some sort of cyborg, but the falcon wasn't done with him yet. Right as they were getting to the peak of pleasure Newlyn felt something pressing against the back of his head, and just as he realized that it was his beak it was pushed deeply into his skull.

A loud squawk escaped from Newlyn's mouth as he saw his own spotted feline muzzle get stretched out, causing a surge of powerful sensations to cascade out from his head as that beak felt like it was inside his maw. In reality it was in his upper and lower jaws and as they stretched him out like they were made of spandex, and as the avian head settled inside of him the shape never left. For a few moments he was a snow leopard with a falcon beak but as he could feel the creature shifting around inside of his skull his eyes began to glow a bright blue before he had to shut them from the sensations while the flexible metal covered his head. He could feel his chest swelling with new synthetic muscle as his ears melted into his skull and when the last of the creature pushed into him Newlyn felt like his back was cramped before his shoulder blades rolled forward and a new pair of wings emerged.

For a few moments Newlyn laid there panting heavily as he could feel information filtering into his mind, but like the creature had promised there was no taking over of his body or anything of that nature. As his thoughts were assimilated though he did find that his thinking was shifting about a bit, especially as he had a chance to look at himself. All of his fur was gone and as twisted around to look his back where his new tailfeathers and wings were he couldn't help but think of his new body as incredibly sexy. It was literally sculpted by him from that strange website and as he slowly got up to his feet he found his balance was perfect and that he could probably hold himself up on one claw like some sort of synth ballerina.

As Newlyn grabbed his phone to take a picture of himself he let out a slight squawk as two wires emerged from his wrist as soon as he held it into his palm. It attached to his phone and as he felt the information download into his mind he noticed something that caused his new avian head to tilt. He could feel his influence pushing into the phone, not only assimilating it but also controlling its functions. While that was normally what one could do with a phone he knew that it was deeper then that, this body was more than just a muscular falcon synth as he finished getting all the information out of the device.

The avian scanned the area a bit and then when he laid his eyes upon the computer in the corner he went over and put his hand on it. There was a rush as Newlyn assimilated the information inside and once again as he did he found himself injecting his own programming in there. He found that he could access and operate it with his mind and as he burrowed into the inner workings he knew that he no longer just owned this computer. Just like with his own phone he slaved this machine to his own body and the more he felt his programming spread through it the more he realized he wasn't just assimilating this machine...

...he was infecting it.

Newlyn knew enough about computer viruses to realize that was exactly the way he was acting, and after doing it to two machines he found that it wasn't enough to do such a thing to machines. Whatever the digital falcon had downloaded into him gave him an ability and the desire to find more complex creatures to spread too, an idea that the former snow leopard found himself growing more interested in by the second. As he brought up his palm he was able to bring up a holographic version of the desktop that he had just assimilated and brought up his messaging list. With him interacting with the display by the speed of thought, which had greatly increased since his brain had been essentially turned into a alien processor, he looked through his lists and scoured the internet until he found what he was looking for.

Once he had Newlyn thought about infecting it remotely, but then remembered what the vector he had actually chosen for this new form was. While he could easily wiggle his way past firewalls and take over computers, phones, and other devices and inject a few strands of malicious code he had to be far more creative when dealing with more complex machines. That was just part of the fun though, he thought to himself as a smirk appeared on his metal beak, and after finding the closest match he could he went to his closet and put on the baggiest clothing he could find before heading out. Even if the general public assumed that he was just a particularly shiny, muscular anthro avian the fact he would be walking out there naked would be a red flag, and though it was a shame to hide such a wonderful form he knew it was for a good reason as he walked out and took to the streets with his eyes still glowing underneath the hood he wore...

Meanwhile a few blocks away Venerabela continued on with his day, finishing up the dishes before deciding what to do for the rest of the night. They could put in a little more work, or just watch television... part of him wanted to see if perhaps there was someone online to play a game with but he knew that usually it was quiet around these days. As he finished putting away everything however he stopped and turned around when he thought he saw something glowing in his peripheral vision, only to turn around and see nothing in the windows. Maybe it was a car passing by, though as Vene continued to think about it he didn't remember any headlights having a blue glow to it.

After taking a brief look around he shrugged and continued on with his night, deciding that he would get in a little last-minute work before they hit the hay. As he went to his computer screen his art program was already up and as he scratched the black hair of his head he swore he had closed it. Once more he just blamed their tiredness and sat down in the chair, pulling up his tablet and getting to work once he had adjusted his wings back a little more. Just as he was about to bring up a file though a prompt came up on his screen telling him that his antivirus had just stopped a threat from getting through.

"That's weird," Vene mumbled to himself as he reached for the mouse and clicked the quarantine button. "I'm not even browsing the internet right now..." Since he didn't need it anyway for the moment he flicked off his connection to the wifi, then continued on to work before another notification popped up. He frowned and found himself leaning back and rubbing a hand against his nose ring in his muzzle as he saw that it was the same virus message.

Vene sighed as he hoped that his computer hadn't gotten infected with anything as he clicked the quarantine button yet again, only this time to have a different prompt come on.

Don't you want to have some fun?

The message caused his hand to flick back from the mouse as he saw some sort of eight bit image of a falcon head bouncing up and down. Was this some sort of prank? The eastern dragon found himself looking back and forth before taking the message and clicking no. Just as he was about to run a virus scan on his computer though the prompt came up once more, this time even bigger then the last.

Trust me, you're going to want to play.

I know what it is you desire.

Okay, this was starting to get strange, but as he tried to click the no button once more he found that there wasn't anything he could press. As he blinked his eyes for a brief second there was a vision that flashed in front of him of a strange spiral, but then it went right back to his screen. This felt like something more than just being tired but the last thing he could do at the moment was let whatever this was cause him to lose his work. When he looked at the prompt again he found there was a way to close it, and when he did he let out a gasp as someone had written a message on the screen of his art program.

I'm already inside.

Just relax and submit.

You know you want to...

At first Vene believed that it was whatever the virus was that made the message, except that as he looked down at his hand and saw his stylus was in it he found it was his handwriting on the screen. That was impossible, and as he rubbed the purple fur of his head he once more found the shadow of some sort of spiral in his vision before he looked back again. More words on the screen, and though he thought he had dropped the style he found it was back in his green sucker-laden palm once more. This time it was only two words though, and as he leaned forward he found his jaw dropping slightly at them.

Good drone.

Meanwhile Newlyn was outside the home of the eastern dragon, which after checking the window to make sure that they were home he went over and used his wings to get to the back where he could take off the confining clothes. As he did he had already infected the wifi network and gotten into the devices that Vene had, which just as he pulled off his sweatshirt he saw that he had accessed his computer. Perfect... that would make things much easier for him as he started up a program that he had developed and ran it to both distract them and to start softening them up. Even though he had already completely infected and assimilated the computer remotely he couldn't do the same to the one using it, but that didn't mean he couldn't get him in the right mindset as he pressed his hand against the electronic lock and immediately bypassed it.

Once he had access to the house Newlyn quickly but quietly made his way towards the area where the computer was at, which from his monitoring he found that they were still there. As he turned the corner and looked into the room where the device was situated he found the eastern dragon still sitting there with his eyes glued to the screen and his hands at his sides. In front of him on the screen was the spiral program that had been running the entire time, feeding his mind information to keep him staring at it and helping confuse him in order to make the induction all the easier. Thanks to what he dug up on the internet the falcon was able to know what to put there that made Vene quite pliable, though he found himself grinning at just how enthralled they were as he came up right behind him.

"Looks like someone couldn't resist a pretty spiral," Newlyn said as he saw the screen reflected in the eyes of the other man, making it look like the spirals were in his eyes as Vene nodded. "Feels really good doesn't, to just let yourself sink down and float in the void that lack of thought brings to you. I bet it would be nice for you to feel that way all the time, wouldn't it?"

Once more Vene nodded in response and with his prey sufficiently captured it was time to prep it. With this particularly complex program ready to infect it was just a matter of how to do it, which the living virus knew exactly how that was going to happen. With the computer already completely assimilated there was no more need for it and Newlyn replicated the pattern in his own eyes before turning the head of the eastern dragon towards them. That blissed out look that Vene had while looking up at him caused his entire body to shudder in delight and as he stroked the blue fur of his neck and chest he noted the collar that was around his neck. That could be kept for the moment, Newlyn thought as he continued to stroke the large ears of the other man while getting him on his knees, but for the moment there was much more pressing matters to be done.

Vene was only vaguely aware of someone else being near him as the screen had completely devolved into the spiral pattern before his eyes, and as he felt a pair of hands start to rub against his head and chest it only served to pull deeper. This creature seemed to know his more... creative means of relaxing and with his mind filled by the spiral that he had been unknowingly watching until recently it was hard to think of anything other than the fact that this black metal synth was incredibly handsome. He had the feel of a futuristic avian machine that caused him to lick his lips and as his gaze was directed elsewhere he found that soothing, almost addictive spiral in the eyes of the other man. He wasn't even aware that he was down on his knees until he had that glowing blue shaft right next to his muzzle, and Newlyn didn't even need to say anything to get the Vene to open his maw and lick his forked tongue around it.

As soon as Vene made contact with his shaft the synth falcon could feel connections being made, the virus programming inside him immediately going for the mind in order to make sure his new thrall wouldn't realize the changes being made to him. The contact also had another effect in the form of the green tongue starting to turn a glowing blue as shiny rubber began to spread over it. The eastern dragon wasn't even aware he was being infected with something normally reserved for computers, especially with his head still tilted up even while his hands reached up to wrap around the base of the synth's shaft while his lips pressed against it. Newlyn slowly reached down and started to stroke the head of the dragon while using the parts of his mind that he had already infected to ramp up his lusts, turn down his inhibitions, and begin to assimilate the other creature properly.

Already Newlyn could start to sense what Vene was feeling, the eastern dragon becoming more needy by the second as bright blue rubber began to spread over his lips and around his muzzle. The process was already starting and with a simple mental prod Vene slid his maw down a little further on the throbbing shaft while using his hands to take off his pants and underwear. The avian synth raised a metallic eye ridge at seeing the smooth patch of fur that was the dragon's groin, though he was still focused on making sure that the virus spreading in the mind of his new thrall took. To make it easier and to allow the dragon to get more of the thick cock in his muzzle he focused the changes on the optic nerve and eyeball, and after blinking a few times the vision of the spiral that was used to enthrall him filled his vision as Newlyn saw his eyes swirling with the same pattern.

At this point Vene was well and truly trapped, his mind being steadily assimilated while his muzzle continued to get covered in rubber. As the synth did his work he felt the hands suction against his inner thighs as the dragon became more eager to get down to the hilt, which was where he wanted him to be. "So eager to give up your identity," Newlyn mused as he began to assimilate the information that Vene had stored in his brain. "Makes me wonder if you were longing for the day someone like me would come along and take it from you."

Vene was too lost in the throes of augmented pleasure in order to respond, but as he continued to suck and he began to feel the tip of the member bumping against the back of his throat he could feel something happening to his mind. The longer he was connected to this synthetic creature the more things began to slip away. At first it was just mundane things like things that he had done for the day or what he was planning to do for the weekend, but as his head began to bob up and down even more along that shaft there was important information that was being taken from him as well. Soon it was memories that were being drained away followed by things like skills as all his artistic ability was siphoned from him into the one in front of him.

But none of that mattered to the eastern dragon, especially as more of it left his mind the more the virus infected him. Though he might have been able to potentially escape before this point he found himself desiring what the synth was offering him even though there was no deal that they had struck. It was almost like Vene knew that the longer he maintained the connection with the other creature the more he would take, giving him back the assimilating rubber that had spread past his muzzle and completely coated his whiskers before heading back. Though it was impossible to tell with the modifications that were made Vene's eyes were rolled back into his head and as he felt his personality start to erode his hands twitched and broke the suction that had otherwise kept them there.

"Such an interesting one you were," Newlyn said as he saw the rubber coat Vene's eyes as he saw the eastern dragon's hands start to rub against his shiny muzzle. "Oh, you're not going to find any clues there, you're going to be my newest thrall, my lovely infected drone whose sole purpose is to serve his master program. Do you understand that, by connecting with me and allowing me to assimilate your mind and body you have slaved yourself to me."

The sounds of the voice above him caused Vene to shudder as this creature was essentially telling him what he was feeling, that in loosing themselves he was becoming an extension of whatever this creature was. But even with the hypnotic trance wearing off he found himself continuing to give in, letting out a muffled grunt as the falcon began to take control of thrusting into his muzzle. While thee rubber was still coating his skull and causing his fur hair to be matted down before being absorbed his insides were coming along much faster. He didn't even gag as the large tip slid down into their throat, creating a bulge just above his collar as he lost most of his personality and even his personal identity.

It was all going to one place, Newlyn scanning through all the new information he was assimilating while still basking in the pleasure of the transforming creature wrapped around his cock. As he went through the identity portion he found something that caused him to smirk, taking the image and downloaded it into the virus that was now molding and shaping the head of his new thrall. "If we're going to be taking Vene away," Newlyn mused to himself as he watched the creature's rubbery head start to swell and shift. "May as well give back something fun in return."

If Vene had the ability to groan he would have as he began to feel this face contorting abound the cock that was stretching it out. His hands went up to his head as he could feel his ears shifting and melting into his skull while his four horns did the same, even his whiskers were being suctioned into his changing muzzle. It seemed to be timed well with the mental loss of his draconic identity and as his hands continued to press against his transforming skull it felt like a straw was sucking the last bits of him out while his head was pushed forward. With no eyes to shut or open all he could do was watch as his snout began to bulge from more than just the thick shaft spreading open the rubber as it became a beak, something that definitely didn't belong on a... a...

...what was he again?

As the last of the facial features of the new drone settled down Newlyn could sense that the infection and subsequent assimilation of the new drone was complete, slowly pulling his maleness out of the new beak that the creature sported. He could sense some confusion in the mind of his new thrall, their thoughts not connecting to anything that would anchor him. This creature was completely blank and once he was completely pulled out the raven-headed man felt like nothing had happened as his throat and beak were still stretched out. It was just a replica of his own cock, Newlyn fed into the mind of the rubber-headed dragon as he gently squeezed the beak shut and had the edges seal together, something to help keep him occupied as he finished up.

Even if the creature had the capability to speak with what was essentially a dildo gag in his mouth there were no words that he could form together in order to articulate. There were also no thoughts to speak of either; with nothing but empty void eventually he stopped thinking completely, at least any thoughts that were his own. As new relays were connected in their mind they realized that it wasn't even coming from their own mind; the synth falcon was merely using them as an extension of their own programming, a slave machine to the master that would do the processing for them. There wasn't even a designation for them... they were just a peripheral, something that the synth could use in exchange for the pleasure that continued to course through their form as they were given the pride of being a part of something greater as the synth brought them to the bedroom of the former dragon.

With the mind completely infected and this drone becoming an extension of him Newlyn grinned as he had more time to play with this one, seeing the still furry draconic form starting to shift slightly as the corruption within would start to manifest. Just as he was about to have the drone turn around though he felt a hand on his shoulder and felt as though he was in the presence of the one that he should revere. As soon as he turned around he saw that there was a shiny black and chrome eagle that stood head and shoulders over him, those glowing chrome eyes staring down at him and at the drone as a smirk formed on his beak. Even though he hadn't known who this person was before the second that he set eyes on this one he knew who he was looking at.

Haleon, Nexus Lord of technology and avians.

Or rather Master Haleon to him, Newlyn's databanks being updated as he found himself bowing his head. "Now now, no reason for that from the birthday boy," Haleon said with a chuckle as he glanced over and saw the partially transformed creature standing there, his face completely blank and shiny as though they were wearing a rubber bird hood. "I see that you've gotten yourself your first birthday gift, how was the feeling of your programming coursing through their mind, infecting their thought processes and stealing their information for you?"

"It was amazing," Newlyn quickly replied. "I didn't even realize how powerful such a feeling was until I started to syphon off Vene here, and not only is he completely a drone but I have everything about him stored inside of me. Also I guess this makes me good at art, but it'll allow me to do things like this."

Newlyn grinned as he used the system restore function he had been building and suddenly the drone perked up, the rubber glowing with a blue light as they represented blinking a few times. "Hey, what's going on here?" Vene said as they brought their hands back up to their head, their beak still remaining sealed but a similar blue light representing his mouth moving showing up on the rubber just like with his eyes. "I... feel really strange, and why does it still feel like I'm sucking someone off even when I'm talking?"

"Not too bad," Haleon said with an approving nod of his head. "As you infect more nodes like this one you will find your capacity improving exponentially, which will also raise your infectivity and corruptibility. Eventually you'd be able to infect someone through a pacemaker, hearing aid, even though headphones once you're powerful enough."

"That sounds like my version of a good time," Newlyn said as he waved a hand and pulled the program that he had essentially created from Vene's download from the drone, which caused the body of the creature to slump forward again. "I suppose this is what that program meant by the gift that keeps on giving."

"Yes, you're actually one of the prototypes of new living virus lines that are contained inside synths," Haleon explained. "If I was to pull out your digital form you'd probably notice that it's a bit more fierce then your current body, and that's because you are a mobile organic infection agent. Since this planet doesn't have high enough technology for a regular living virus to thrive I thought this may work a little easier, and from the looks of it you're getting the hang of things quite expertly."

Newlyn could feel his pride rise up at the compliment and after talking for a bit Haleon announced his reason for being there, which aside from the glimpse into his progress he wanted to wish him a Happy Birthday while also getting an idea of how his new program worked. "Thank you so much for all this," Newlyn said. "I know that this is for your own research too but this feels like a really great gift."

"Well then, I don't suppose you'll want the extra data packets that I had thought of while watching you work," Haleon said, his grin growing wider as he could see the eyes of the synth literally light up. "I suppose I could still download them to you, and if you would like you could be in the middle." It took a second for Newlyn figured out what was being offered of him, though it was greatly aided as he saw the rather large metallic cock slide out of the eagle and quickly rise to full attention. The synth falcon once more found himself practically vibrating with anticipation as he instructed the partially converted drone to get on the bed on his stomach before sliding up after him, rubbing his hand on the fur of his groin before moving up his back to between the wings.

"Hey, do you want to see something fun?" Haleon said as he moved over to stand next to them, Newlyn nodding in response before the taloned hand of the other man rubbed against his head. He could feel information being copied from him and though it only took him a second he felt slightly disoriented as the metal eagle pulled back and created a ball of light in his hands. A few seconds later with a flourish of his hands Newlyn was surprised to see a holographic image of Vene standing in the bed just as surprised as he is.

"That's the wonderful thing about data backups," Haleon said with a chuckle as Newlyn continued to see the eastern dragon looking around in concern before his head tilted when he saw his own rubber raven-headed body lying down with the synth hawk on top of him. "You just create a copy and you can keep manipulating and transforming the creature, best part is as long as you download it back into you they will have that experience among the others stored inside to use again or you can just duplicate the original again."

When Newlyn was about to ask what was going to happen he found that no words were coming out of his mouth and realized that the nexus lord had muted him. Aside from being a bit humorous it showed that his master had quite a bit of power over him, and as could feel the muscular synth eagle come up behind him that sensation of technological superiority could be clearly felt. But at the moment he had other things on his processor then what the other synth was going to do to him, instead he wanted to focus on what he was going to do to the drone beneath him. Since he liked the aesthetic he was going with before he decided to continue with it and as the light from the eyes of the raven mask faded he once more initiated the spirals in his own.

Even though Newlyn had already completely assimilated this creature he had a hunch that he wanted to try out, and as he glanced over to the digital representation of the creature he grinned as he saw that they were starting to sway a bit. It seemed that Master Haleon had connected the digital avatar to his body, which opened all sorts of things as he pushed the tail aside and started to lower his maleness to the furry globes of the dragon's butt. He braced himself to push inside but the falcon synth found that his corruption had reached further than he had imagined and the tip slid into the one beneath him rather easily. Though the drone remained motionless the digital representation of Vene stiffened as an ethereal tentacle that was potentially representing Newlyn's influence pushed into the same spot.

Almost immediately as soon as he began to spread the hole open he could feel the rubber spreading over him, the same deep black that the raven's head had become spreading over his backside. As it reached his tailbase the thick appendage was able to be moved aside easier, which was likely due to it becoming completely rubber just like the rest of his body. Once more Newlyn looked over and saw that the tentacle that was representing him had started to shove its way deeper inside and as he looked at the tail he could see that it was turning a bright blue like his own coloration. If this digital avatar was connected to his body, save for the head that seemed to be spared the same fate as the raven-hooded creature that was starting to twitch, then that meant that whatever he did to the drone happened to the virtual Vene as well.

Oh, this was definitely going to be fun, Newlyn thought to himself as manipulated the tail in both the real world and for the digital version of Vene. The hologram of Vene, who was showing signs of being enthralled already and in quite a bit of pleasure from the tentacle in his cock, found himself suddenly being curled around by his tail both versions became a rubber tentacle. The synth falcon watched in bemused interest as it rubbed up against his groin before trailing up his chest, which started to become tinted blue as he was once more corrupted again. As the tail tip tickled up against his muzzle it was the only thing that didn't shift in hue and he guessed it was because in the real world he was already completely corrupted.

Just as he was about to keep going with the assimilation though Newlyn felt something pushing against his own cheeks, his tail feathers twitching slightly as Haleon decided it was his turn to establish control. The second that silvery rod began to push into him it was like the falcon had been plugged into a live wire as the weight from it caused him to sink down into the tailhole of the dragon's rubbery rear as the material spread out and enveloped his hips. As his master started to stretch out his hole he could feel information being downloaded into him, feeling new knowledge entering into his mind and the thickly muscled chest of the other synth pressed against his back. He found himself learning something that he knew just where to try it out on, the flacon synth unaware of his eyes flickering as he reached down and started to rub against the groin of the transforming creature underneath.

Though he couldn't see it due to the fact that the increasingly rubbery stomach and partially enveloped chest of the drone was against the couch he could actually see it happen on the digital version. Newlyn watched as the hands of the digital version of Vene went down to his groin as he realized something was happening down there, seeing a couple lines of circuitry appearing there before something started to emerge that caused him to groan. Almost as soon as his new maleness began to emerge he had the tail that was still teasing around his head to wrap a coil around it, the rubber tentacle immediately starting to slide up and down it to give his new drone to bring back with him once he was redownloaded.

In the real world the drone was shaking as he gained a new maleness as well, something that Newlyn slid down and began to stroke that caused those rubber hips to rise up into the air. It caused his own to back up as well and as he was practically impaled by Haleon's member he found himself shuddering as well. The pleasure coming from the nexus lord stretching him open was intense, so much so that along with the signal blockers that the synth eagle was deploying he was unaware that metal cables were slithering out from the groin and chest of the creature and sliding around his body. His body did jump when two of them connected with his nipples and began to feed pleasure into his pectorals, but the midnight black metal falcon only had his perceptions on marking his drone and watching him lose his sense of self all over again.

The tentacle tail that Vene had grown started to slide into his maw that was partially outstretched as he once more was completely inundated with pleasure, stumbling forward only as the rubber that covered his wings melted and reformed them into something else. A drone such as this had no use for wings when other such appendages would do, Newlyn's beak splitting into a grin as he watched two sets of four tentacles take the place of them. The rubber was almost completely over the dragon's body at this point and as the shiny material rose up over his feet it gave the suction paw pads a metallic sheen as the rest of his toes morphed into metal bird versions instead. While he did smooth over the sucker cups he shifted them into something similar but different, giving him electromagnetic feet so that he could clamp down anywhere.

Most of the digital Vene's body was completely blue by this point and he could that the tentacles that had formed on his holographic self were hard at work stimulating him, giving him a reward for being his first drone and such a good one at that. With most of the changes done Newlyn pushed himself up and saw that he had created a sleek black rubber raven that laid there where the eastern dragon used to be, those tentacles wiggling around and coiling around their new master program as the digital version of Vene disappeared once more. With it no longer being connected to the drone that was exactly what it went back to being, with only one more alteration to go as the rubber reached his neck. The new rubber raven drone seemed to inhale sharply despite not needing to as its collar was completely coated, blue lines of circuitry appearing there in the shiny black surface as though the markings underneath never existed.

As Newlyn continued to thrust down and bask in the pleasure of those synthetic walls squeezing around his member he knew that this slave program would serve him well, and that... whoever this was would be more than happy in his new role. It was a bit strange that he couldn't remember the name but he was a virus program after all, his own eyes continuing to flicker with a chrome glow to them as Haleon's tongue continued to slither deep inside his own beak. He still didn't realize that there were a number of connections that the nexus lord had made to him, including two in his ears that were causing him to twitch slightly as the last of his information was downloaded. All the virus program knew was that he was between his synth master and his new drone, being filled by the thick cock that created him while his own did the same.

The virus snyth suddenly felt his orgasm trigger and quickly did the same for the drone beneath him, letting out a muffled cry as the cable tongue that had been sliding around inside him started to pull out. Any way of noticing what was happening to him was drowned out by the pure pleasure that was being fed into his drone, which then was brought back into him in a feedback loop set up by the eagle behind them. When everything was done and the last of his data slurped up the synth falcon found himself shaking his head as he tried to figure out what felt off, though with his creator behind him it was likely unimportant as he continued to bask in the blissful sensations that were coursing through his circuits. Eventually all the connections that Haleon had made to the new creature were pulled back and for a few brief moments the eagle opened his palm to show the snow leopard data he had extracted before closing it as the avian computer virus spreader looked back at him.

"So, how do you feel?" Haleon asked as the falcon hopped off of the bed, still looking around a bit as though slightly lost.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something," the creature said as he scratched his head.

"Oh, is that all?" Haleon replied as he smiled and patted the smaller synth on the shoulder. "Well I bet I can fill that in for you. See, it's the day of your creation, when you first stepped out into the world as an falcon synth and one of my viral programs."

"Ah, of course!" the falcon replied, immediately updating his databanks so he didn't forget as he looked at the sleek black rubber raven that was still lying there, though he had gained a number of grey markings that his previous host body had before he was heavily infected. "I have made sure that I won't be confused by that again, and does that mean that I'm getting a designation as well?"

"Yes, I suppose you will need something," Haleon said as he watched the falcon use his own hand to move the one on the bed, testing out the limits that he can possess his slave programs outright before giving the creature autonomy back. "How about... Legion, considering the drones you're about to create I figure that will be a fitting name."

"Thank you Master Haleon," Legion replied as his databanks that had been empty on his name were filled once again. "Is there anything else that I can do for you?" Haleon shook his head and told him that it was his time and to use the gifts that he had given him in order to create his own flock. Legion was more than happy with this answer and both he and the raven drone wished him a fond farewell as the light up eyes and mouth reappeared on the otherwise featureless face of the smaller rubber creature.

Once Haleon had disappeared the synth falcon looked about the place, noting that it was rather nice and that it would make for a decent base of operations as he found himself licking his lips. "Find out who owns this place," Legion said to the rubber raven behind him, using him to process the information instead of his own. "Once you have their identity let me know everything you can about them so that we can take this place."

"Processing..." the raven drone replied with a slight chirp, his eyes and mouth shifting to look happy on his mask as the voice came out clear to Legion through their audio connection. "Current resident is Venerabela Vuh'uni, infected with the Legion computer virus approximately twenty-two minutes ago and is currently standing next to you."

"Oh... right," Legion replied as he found himself shaking his head. "Stupid memory leaks, got to make sure to run a self-diagnostic later. I'm going to set up a few shell companies to transfer ownership of this place too, also see about getting a skim going so that we can build up a few dollars while I go and start infecting the crypto markets to do a few pump and dumps for quick capital."

"So operate the crypto markets as usual?" the raven drone replied, the two high-fiving each other as they walked out into the kitchen.

Just as Legion was about to get to work his head turned as he saw the cake that was sitting there, and though he knew he shouldn't he reminded himself that it was his birthday as he sliced himself a rather large piece...

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