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Cynder Drone Vs. Cynder Dragon

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Cynder crashes hits the ground, her large draconic body causing the ground to rumble. Her green eyes look around her as the townsfolk look upon her in fear, awe, worship. Some running for cover, others dropping to their knees yelling, "The true Cynder has come to save us!" Cynder took a slow deep breath, her body aching from such a long slumber and sudden awakening.

"What in the blazings is happening here... Why are there so many poorly crafted structures here... So many of my people... look like me, and what's this? Bipedal dragons? How long have I been asleep?" Cynder thinks as she folds her wings behind her, her eyes close for a moment as her barely visible runes on her scales start to glow a bright purple, energy flowing through them as they grow ever brighter before quickly fading. Cynder opens her eyes, "I see... those that look like me are the problem, but so few of you know what is going on, you think of confusing words, but one thing is clear," she states in a booming voice that is only due to her magnificent size, up there is where it's all happening," she states as she looks around, noting the poor construction of many of the buildings and those trapped under the buildings crying for help.

"They will have to wait, this is more pressing matter," Cynder thinks as she reaches down and carefully peels back the rubble assisting the strange bipedal and even stranger smaller Cynder clones save the people, "Very strange indeed," Cynder wonders at the situation.

Cynder Drone Prime stands at the gates that lead to her processing facilities. From there she watches the massive dragon, one that is far bigger than even legends foretold, sift through the rubble that she herself has caused from reawakening.

_"What a strange turn of events. Causing destruction then saving those she has buried. We must prepare for her arrival. Time is short. We have no facilities large enough to accommodate her. Not yet at least. She must be made equal. Her mind is full of unequal thoughts. Her people, considering that they are below her that need her protection. The worship of her as a god. Her strength is powerful. It must be harnessed to spread equality. She must be taught the value of equality,"_Cynder Drone Prime thinks.

_"My queen, what do you wish us to do?"_inquiries Cynder Drone 2 as the smooth faceless cloned drone, its size bigger than the norm but smaller than the queen.

"Prepare, she is currently helping our fellow drones save the unconverted. We wish to make the world equal, not destroy. She will come here to confront us soon, be ready to react. We have insignificant data on how to deal with this biggest threat to equality."

"Yes my queen. All hail equality," Cynder Drone 2 telepathically thinks as Cynder Drone Prime remains in its position, waiting, watching. The smooth sleek body reflecting the sun's rays as waits patiently.

"Soon, soon. Just need to be patient. Equality takes time. I was once naive and worshiped the Goddess. Seeing her before me here, reinforces me believe equality is the best. Equality is the way," Cynder Drone Prime thinks.

Cynder soon finishes helping those in need. She notes the responses are mixed but often learn towards fear. Fear of her and fear of the strange creatures that look much like her, yet are so different, "I need to learn more," she thought as she moved through and out of the city. Her footsteps sink deep into the ground, mud spreading in all directions as she leaves deep tracks in her wake. That is until she is out of the town. She stares up at the hill and spreads her wings that overshadow the town in the late afternoon day sun. The people hear a thwack as she flaps them, the drones only noting her presence while the dragons look upon her in awe as Cynder doesn't necessarily take flight but rather leaps forward the wings helping her land right on front of the largest drone that she has seen thus far, the one she has noticed that has been standing there, watching her, with its faceless gaze. The ground trembles as she lands, the cobblestone path break apart as she lands.

"Before I remove your very existence. Why have you done this to my people?" Cynder asks as the bigger strange creature as it looks up at her. Cynder doesn't flinch as she feels unnerved by the faceless gaze of it.

"Your people? What makes them your people? Why do they belong to you?" Cynder Drone Prime inquires.

Cynder raises an eye ridge, "No emotion. No fear, no excitement, nothing at all. What peculiar question. What has happened here. Is this some kind of curse?"_Cynder thinks trying to process what was just said to her, _"Magic of some sort, it speaks to me within my mind, there is no mouth for any vocal communication yet understands me." Cynder adjusts herself remaining towering over the faux strange clone of herself.

"I am the founder of my people. I helped uplift them, bring them from nothing to be something spectacular. I protect them in their greatest time of need. And now they need me so here I am. Tell me strange creature what are you doing? And why did you take my form?" inquires.

"You tower over them. Command and control them. You are the definition of equality. We equalize these people of yours. All the same. All equal. I did not nor did anyone else here choose this form. It was decided by those who understand equality even better than I. They judged your form was the best symbolization of what this world's equality should be. You do not deserve to tower over these people. You do not deserve to command over them. To protect them. They should be able to protect themselves. Your protection has been poor and unwanted for centuries."

Cynder listens and flicks her wings angrily, "How dare you be so accusative of me!"

"Anger. It is not needed when one is equal. So many hardships, so many inequalities within your people. Plague, war, starvations. The lost of flight to many. You came to help them in none of these moments. What makes this moment so different? Is it because we are deciding to move away from serving you, to serving each other equally?"

"Is that what you call it? Making people equal? You don't look so equal, towering over the others. I even see four are bigger than those others but smaller than you. Are you not equal to the others? You say one thing but mean another. I am truthful to my words," Cynder replies.

"You do not understand how equality works. Size does not matter. We are only bigger out of necessity but are not above those around us."

"Then why are you the one standing before me to talk to me... about this thing you are doing to my people."

"I was selected to speak on the behalf of the others. I am a simple servant to them as they are to me. We are equal. You have neglected your duties. You are a foreigner to your own people, to the land you call your own. You don't even taken responsibility for you inactions. Here we are all responsible for bringing equality. You will join us and then you will see the error in your ways," Cynder drone replies as she 'stares' the larger dragon down. The four guardians having already moved to the four corners of the massive dragon.

"You talk about equality but you speak nothing but lies. You are forcing this... thing upon my people. I do not feign my position, I don't not hide the fact I've been a slumber for longer than I have ever intended. Even for myself there are things out of my control, but this fight is not one of them!" Cynder roars out as the five Cynder drone's gems on their necklaces start to glow and hum with energy. They pulse and shootout a red ray of force encapsulating Cynder in a semi translucent red dome.

"You will soon learn equality," the five Cynder drones say in unison as Cynder takes a half step back before she spreads her wings outward the force of wind caused by it moves through the energy and pushes the four guardian drones back just enough to break the connection and the dome's energy dissipates. Several more heavy flaps push Cynder up into the air, higher and higher as the winds push the guardian and smaller drones over while Cynder Drone Prime is pushed back, her claws digging into the ground as they leave long gashes.

"You will learn that my power isn't to be trifled with!" Cynder exclaims as she takes a deep breath. The energy builds up in her lungs, as the sound of crackling electricity builds up till she releases the force with a thunderous boom. The lightning breath races across the sky, zigzagging in a brilliant blinding light show that non drones have to avert their gaze. The bolt of energy slams into the processing structure as wires and circuitry are instantly fried, fragments of metal break and melt by the immense heat caused by the attack. Metal globs hit the ground sizzling and catching the nearby grasses on fire, the flames spreading outward as the Cynder Drones rush away from the heat.

_"Attack, show her that she isn't the only one with flight. We will equalize her,"_commands Cynder Drone Prime as she and the four guardian drones spread their wings, flapping hard as they take flight. Their gemmed necklaces glow as they release bolts of energy that slam into Cynder's scales causing her to grunt out as the energy moves through her body.

Cynder flies higher into the sky, as the gush of wind behind her causes Cynder drone 3 the former hermaphrodite dragon and Cynder Drone 46 the former knight to tumble back to the ground landing with a heavy thud and squeak. They stand up though shaking off the daze from the blow and fly back up after the goddess.

The flapping of Cynder's wings push her up higher the town become ever so smaller as Cynder takes another deep breath. Her lungs filling with energy as she takes aim at the largest Cynder Drone and as she is about to release she coughs heavily, the energy sputtering out in all directions harmlessly from her mouth, but is no less dazzlingly to the people down below who cheer Cynder on as the other drones watch up in silence, waiting.

"I'm out of practice. Sleeping for so long has put me at a disadvantage..."_she thinks as she stops and hovers in the sky for a moment, _"I have to keep them separated," she decides as she swoops back down her wings pulled against her body as she moves like a bullet her claws swiping against Cynder Drone 2 and her tail swinging and hitting at Cynder Drone 45 causing both to spin through the air like a meteor as they come crashing down. Cynder Drone 2 slams hard into what was Cynder Drone 3's estate. The smooth rubber dragon breaking stone work and wood frames that shatter and splinter. While Cynder Drone 45 slams hard into a farm field, its body kicks up a huge cloud of dust and dirt as it makes a small crater around the point of impact.

Cynder Drone Prime flies towards the Goddess the two meet face to face as Cynder opens her mouth to take another deep breath but with quick maneuvering Cynder Drone Prime flies just above Cynder's head and lands onto the dragon's back. Cynder Drone Prime's rubber claws dig and cling into Cynder's scales as Cynder lets out a growl and turns her head to look at the drone.

"I will not be so easy as that," she remarks as she spreads her wings and with a few hard flaps starts to tumble and spin quickly. The force of the spin pulls Cynder Drone Prime's grip from her body and the next thing it feels is a hard thwack from Cynder Drone's tail the sharp blade digs an inch into Cynder Drone Prime's rubber body and sends the large rubber dragon drone plummeting back to earth, slamming into Cynder Drone 3 in the process just as it was about to get back into the fight leaving Cynder Drone 46 left alone up in the sky to deal with the Goddess.

"Surrender. Equality is the only way," Cynder Drone 46 states in a monotone voice as Cynder chuckles deeply.

"Surrender? I shall not surrender to you or anyone," Cynder declares as she slows her body and pulls herself back up higher into the air, "I shouldn't be this out of breath, something is wrong," she ponders as she simply swoops down grabs Cynder Drone 46 in her claws and squeezes it hard.

"Surrender to equality," Cynder Drone 46 says again as its necklaces red gem starts to glow once more.

Cynder moves her head down to look at the drone's smooth faceless face, "No," she states as she throws the drone down to the ground as it lands with a heavy thud moments later, "My people, those of you who wish to be saved. Please heed my words. I will defeat these evil fiends but your safety comes first. Move to the far end of town away from the hill and I will save you from this horrific fate that they call 'equality'," Cynder calls out as the people... most of the people nod and rush to the other side of town the Cynder Drones remain still as they watch.

Cynder Drone Prime and Cynder Drone 3 climb out of their creator and shake off the daze of the impact. Their sleek shiny rubber has become dull from dirt. A gash in Cynder Drone Prime painfully visible on its back as it looks up at the queen.

"We bring equality. We can bring equality," the voices ring out into Cynder Drone Prime's mind. Cynder Drone Prime stops and looks in the direction of where most of the voices are coming from, the town. Cynder Drone Prime and her four guardians reply in perfect unison, "We will bring equality. We will protect you from this threat."

Cynder Drone 2 slowly climbs out of the damaged mansion while Cynder Drone 45 and 46 steadily recover from their injuries. The five spread their wings and take flight once more heading towards the now even higher flying dragon in the sky.

_"How are they able to still move after that... That box... that did look like it took damage. The energy runes dimmed after my hit. I shall strike the other before they can stop me. I will slow them down,"_Cynder calculates as she clears her throat, coughing up a big old lugie which she spits off to the side off to nowhere. Her nostrils flared as she takes another deep breath, going slow and steady letting the energy build up within her, growing larger and larger before she releases it in a massive thunder strike from seemingly from the heavens. The white burning hot energy strikes the other building causing metal to melt, circuits to fry and summarily disabling the structure with one shot.

_"We will recover, we will rebuild. We will bring her down and equalize her."_calmly states Cynder Drone Prime as she moves up with the other drones in an attack V formation aimed right at the Goddess.

Cynder smirks at her success before turning her gaze over to her five attackers. She swings around and dives down at them her wings pull against her body as she flies through the air like a bullet. Her claws extend as her eyes lock on with the prime drone.

_"Work together. We will take her down doing an equal share of the work,"_Cynder Drone Prime commands as she is too slow to react as Cynder Drone 2 and 3 are grabbed by Cynder's fore claws. Cynder Drone 45 and 46 by Cynder's hind claws and Cynder Drone Prime herself is locked in the jaws of the massive drone.

Cynder Drone Prime feels the tight grip and piercing force of Cynder's teeth as they dig into her body. Cynder Drone Prime works hard against the bite, only encouraging the teeth to dig in deeper, yet there is no pain, only knowledge of 'damage being done' to her body. Cynder Drone Prime fights tirelessly against the bite as the other drones do against Cynder's claws. Cynder feels their tireless struggle up till the point she slams the four hard into the ground causing the ground to rumble from the force. As Cynder stands on the four drone guardians, Cynder Drone Prime stares down the throat of the huge dragon who can barely contain this larger drone in her mouth, most of the drone's body dangling out of it as Cynder's nostrils flair. Her lungs fill with energy which builds and builds before she lets out a rush of force that slams into Cynder Drone Prime. The bolt of energy flowing outward as Cynder spits the Prime Drone to the ground letting her get the full force of the blow.

Cynder takes a deep breath of fresh air and lets out a cough that she quickly tries to hide. She spreads her wings and flaps over to the townspeople that have managed to gather where she instructed. The people people crowd her begging for her help, her aid, protection. Bowing and praying to her as Cynder says.

"Silence! For now we will retreat. Your safety is important to me. I cannot fight at my fullest with you in the line of fire," Cynder explains as she spreads her wings, "Under me now!" she commands as the people rush under her body. Cynder takes several more deep breaths her eyes close as she focuses on the energy within her. Her runes start to glow softly at first then brighter and brighter in a purplish white energy. The air around her starts to cackle as the people grow concerned, on edge as to what is about to happen, "Stay close," she states as a few moments later a blinding ball of white spherical energy encompasses her and all those near her and in an instant they were gone.

Cynder Drone Prime stands up and looks over herself, her rubber body save for the cuts from Cynder's physical attacks. Cynder Drone Prime tilts her head curiously,"I took the brunt of that attack yet, I didn't take any real damage. But I saw the force of that attack it destroyed our facilities."

Suddenly speaking within Cynder Drone Prime's mind t a booming voice singular voice composed of countless voices speaks, "You have failed us Cynder Drone 0000000000001. You and your guardians will now report back to us for rehabilitation and further education."

"Failed? How? I don't understand. Cynder has a lot of power, but we will equalize her," Cynder Drone Prime replies as she and the four guardian drones are also whisked away to the ship orbiting the planet. The drone's taken in the same blinding light that Cynder Drone Prime herself used to go the planet's surface.

The five drones find themselves standing in isolated rooms, similar to the ones where they were first taken and molded into the fine drones that they are now. They look around curiously till metal clamps grab their wrists and ankles, the voice speaks to them once again, "Do not struggle. Do not resist. We have processed what has gone wrong. We have come to the conclusion that we have failed to properly educate you. Failed to understand your complete lack of knowledge of the elements and the world around you."

None of the drones struggle as they stand at attention showing off their proud forms, though Cynder Drone Prime's is more battered and cut than the rest, "It is my fault. I did not think we could be defeated. Equality is so powerful. It did not cross my mind that defeat was possible," responds as the entire conversation happens telepathically in what would be almost complete silence save for the idle squeaks of their rubber bodies and hum of machinery around them.

"Equality is powerful. Equality could have won if you realized that all are equal in the fight. It is important to lead and guide, but you assumed that it was only you and your guardians that did the fighting. You did not call upon your fellow drones who eagerly awaited to join you. They awaited their chance to assist you."

"They... I... how could I have been so blind. All are equal, all can fight. The larger bodies are only to assist in the task given to them, their specialization but..."

"They are still equal. We will show you why this is so. That your external body does not dictate that you are above the others. We will re-educate you in equality. You and your guardians. They will learn, you will learn. You will be taught the ways of the universe. Understand the ancient magic Cynder used against you and you will spread this knowledge to all other drones. Equality does not mean stagnation. Equality means all are brought up at the same time. No deviation. What one learns, all learns. You are separate and one," the voice booms in the Drone's heads.

Cynder Drone Prime bows its head, "Yes. Help me to understand. Equalize me," Cynder Drone Prime pleads as she suddenly feels a registered 'pain' in her back. The lasers start to slice through her rubber hide peeling back layers of rubber. The sensation of the depth of the peel feels 'odd' to say the least. The other drones getting the same treatment though the depth needed to go for them is a fraction of that of the prime.

The lasers work around deep to the core of the body and as the mechanical arms peel the rubber back spreading it wide, Cynder Drone Prime feels the cool air against her back... her original back. The machines clamp onto her body and pull her out of the Prime form, the connection between the rubber being severed as her sense of self is shrunken down to the small quadrupedal drone dragon that she started off as. That all the drones are.

Mirrors are pulled out to reveal to Cynder Drone Prime and the other drones that they deep down are still equal, that their larger bodies are mere shells that they wear to assist in their tasks. That there is no difference between them and the other drones. "You are equal. You are equal. You are equal," the voice booms into their heads their gems glowing as they feel the presence push into their already well dronified minds. Each capable of thought, self determination but their sense of self all drawn towards equality and being like the others, and working towards the goal of spreading equality everywhere.

Cynder Drone Prime looks at herself, at her original rubber shell and watches as the rubber starts to merge back onto itself, healing the damage done as their shells become nothing but lifeless statues which are then heated and melted down, the rubber whisked away via tubes as the necklaces with their red gem are picked up and taken elsewhere.

"I was just like the others the whole time..."

"Yes you thought deep down you were above the others. We know true equality is difficult to grasp. You are young to it. We shall help you Master it by enslaving you even deeper to the concepts of equality. You shall be shown the pleasure of equality and be humbled by it. Only then will you regain your shell, only then will your selected guardians regain their shells and once those shells have been obtained, will you be ready to take on Cynder once again."

"Where did Cynder go? I saw a flash... I sensed they were gone but--."

"You will forget about that task for now. You will forget what is not necessary for your training," the voice states as Cynder Drone Prime's red gem starts to glow.

I shiver of delight runs through Cynder Drone Prime's mind. It looked forward a mirror showing off the pure featureless face, the smooth sleek wings, chest, the golden necklace around her neck. The gem grew ever brighter as thin purplish rubber tendrils, almost like wires hanged from the ceiling and Cynder Drone Primed watch as each one reached and latched onto her head, melting into her head as thoughts on Cynder, the fight, what happened, their conversation became hazier and hazier. Difficult to focus on, it all slipped from her mind into a deep haze, and it was gone. There was no fight. It never happened. Cynder Drone Prime was here for re-education because it failed at something but it doesn't know what it failed at outside of not being 'equal' enough.

The haze continued though. Knowledge of her previous self, the self that came before blissful equality started to fade, drift into the nothingness. Soon Cynder Drone Prime only knew of being Cynder Drone Prime. The queen to guide the people towards equality but the haze, the mist within her mind was not yet sated. It wanted more and with it it started to consume every bit of self identification she had. Soon Cynder Drone Prime, Cynder Drone 2, Cynder Drone 3, Cynder Drone 45 and Cynder Drone 46 only knew of themselves and their existence as simply Cynder Drone.

The latex tendrils pulled away, the drone as it looks forward. The drone soon feels the nothingness that comes from its failure. Its disobedience, the sweet bliss and pleasure from being a proper Cynder Drone draining from its very essence. Its body soon starting to feel a longing for it.

The wings twitch, the tail stiffens, the body held tight by the wrists and ankles. An itch builds within its mind... within its body, an addiction? No, an addiction is bad, this is a good want, a good desire. The desire to better itself, to move towards equality. Pleasure, it is like breathing, a natural desire to want the bliss, the euphoria that comes with being a good equalized drone.

The cold nothingness persists though, it seeps deeper and deeper into the drone's very core. The dreadful feeling that first feels like a small pebble in your shoe and steadily grows worse with each passing still moment. The drone barely moves, it stands bound, waiting.

"Do you feel this drone?"

"Yes."

"This is what inequality feels like. What do you make of it?"

"It is terrible. A fate worse than death," the drone replies.

"Yes, yes it is. You are to experience the sensation of a billion souls who are not equal. This is the start of your punishment. You will get to know your foe to its very dark cold isolated core. Inequality breeds isolation and so too shall you be isolated."

"Understood," the drone responded as the sensation crept along its entire form. The drone's wings pulled back against its body as the gem's glow faded more and more till it was nothing but a faint dim smoldering glow of red that was barely noticeable at all.

_"Drone will be a good drone. Drone will work towards equality. Drone serves equality. Drone obeys. Bliss is equality. Equality is bliss,"_the drone starts to think, its programming seeping up from the depths of its consciousness. The drone suing the words to find solace in this seemingly endless and timeless feel of nothingness. This void of inequality, the dreadfulness of it, burning deep into its body, into its mind, the pure distaste for it. Repulsion. Emotions that no longer exist within the drone's mind as it forms the connection that only this is what it did not want. And its only hope was in equality. Over and over the drone repeats the words within its mind, soothing itself into a growingly hypnotic state.

"Drone is a good drone. Drone obeys. Obedience is bliss. Bliss is equality. Good drone's obey. Drone is a good drone. Drone serves equality. Drone only desires equality. Equality is obedience. Obedience is equality. Equality is bliss. Drone serves. Drone serves. Drone serves ," the drone repeats as its mind is filled with the likeness of others. Four others in fact. The drone tries to think for a moment who these voices are but it is fruitless. All it knows is that these drones are drones like itself. Pure, simple and equal. Their words echoing into the other drones' minds with equal force, equal measure. None of them overpowering the other as they repeat.

"Drone is a good drone. Drone serves. Drone desires equality. Equality is bliss. Drone obeys. Drone Serves. All hail equality. We are equal. We serve. We obey. We are drones. We are drones of equality," the drones speak as the mirror in front of it is lifted with a soft hum and there bound before it is another drone, just like itself, tail raised, smooth crotch shown to it. The magenta color slightly faded but it feels a draw to the smooth crotch, the delightful genderless crotch, but it does not move towards it, for it knows it cannot. It is being punished. It cannot have the bliss of the equal crotch that it too has, it can only watch from a distance, wanting it, desiring it, desiring the bliss that it will bring to the drone before it and to itself in equal measure.

"We are drones of equality. We serve equality. Bliss is equality. Equality is bliss. All actions must lead to equality. No drone left behind. No organic left behind. All must be made equal. All made the same. Only then true bliss, true pleasure can be achieved," the drones speak in unison. The lights around them start to grow a little brighter. Their gems doing the same as a soft hum of energy flows around them as a soft whir noise is heard as white buffered pads glistening with some kind of polish move up from underneath the drone before it.

The drone watches as several more buffers come out as it tilts its head to the right and notices the drone in front of it also does the same directional head tilt. The spinning buffer heads move up against the drone's body before it as it then realizes there are the same buffers rubbing against its body.

The drones let out a uniform mental montone moan of delight as the soft fabric brushes up against their sides providing warmth and pleasure that has been denied to them what feels like countless ages. Their dull rubber starts to shine as they buffers move slowly over the dragon drone's form. Inch by tantalizing inch it moves, almost at the speed of a snail if even that. They move along the legs, the feet, the sides, two buffers forming to start to work on the wings from tip to tip, the underside then the upper, along their smooth faces. The polish renewing as its form seems to 'glow' under the lights.

"We are drones of equality. We serve equality. We obey. We are good drones. We serve. We obey. We are good drones," the drones repeat over and over as they stare at the still unpolished crotch of the drone in front of it. As the buffers move over to that smooth, blissful equal crotch, pleasure starts to shoot through the drones they stiffen up, each spin of the buffer was a mini orgasmic explosion and the buffers only spun even faster. The Drone's wings spread out, their toes curled.

"Drones serve equality. Drones obey. All drones are made equal," the booming voice of many speak into the drones as they see from the drone in front of them a metal mold press coming from the sides. Thick silver hydraulics attach to the two sides of the mold with dozens of wires attached, tubes connected with rubber dripping from the openings just visible before it envelopes each drone's head at the exact same time.

Warm rubber floods into their heads, causing them to twitch, refreshing, flooding into their thoughts as the first the drone's crotch was buffered even faster, harder. The drones are focused on the delightful smoothness. The wonder of what it is. So perfect, so equal. The innate desire to procreate built within them being tantlized, teased, shocked with pleasure as it viewed the crotches. Sexual desire, lust, wants, needs, the continuation of the species, focused onto a point of equality. Represented in the slick smooth crotch of a Cynder drone. Excitement, pleasure, lust built ever higher, it caused the crotch to 'tense' to grow firm, even more wanting to be rubbed, touched, nuzzled, caressed with a paw, a claw, a head, rubbed up against it by another equally perfect smooth crotch. All the same, all is equal.

Rubber seeped into their minds, educating them, their gems glowing brighter as they feel the connection grow, the connection between their fellow four other drones grows ever stronger, ever more equal. The lust, the desire, the need, the comfort of equalization is a pure sexual lustful need. It is how drones procreate, by creating equality. Equality is the way. It is only natural, yes only natural to be aroused by it. Arousal is pleasure, pleasure is bliss, bliss is obedience, and obedience is equality. All of these are interchangeable as the drones become aroused with the thoughts of equality. Swimming in a sea of wanton desire to make all things equal, all things the same. No differences. Equality is everything.

As the instinct of equality was established into the drones, they felt something new flood into their minds, something else. Something not expected, knowledge. Knowledge about the old magics that the Cynder "Goddess" used to make herself appear so mighty.

Cynder was no goddess but an ancient arcane wielder, magics that have begifted upon herself incredibly long life but at the cost of long periods of slumber to regenerate. It was only chance that she'd awaken at this time when she felt her "worshipers" be threatened when she's regenerated enough to do something about it.

It was becoming clearer now, why her breath damaged the structures, it was the metal, it conducted electricity, the energy from the thunder breath, it overloaded the circuitry, the energy moving through the metal with enough resistance to heat up the metal to the melting point. She did not know her breath is powerless against your rubber forms. You were immune to her most dreadful attack. Not that any of the drones recall having fought her, it was just new knowledge flooding into their minds, their current number one enemy against their blissful equality. An enemy they had to defeat and equalize.

Sciences, chemistry, military tactics, working together, all drones work towards equality, all must work towards equalizing any threat. Their strength is working together equally. Each pulling their weight, doing what they must to spread the wonderful equality to all others around them, and sharing the bliss of equality with those around those that have been equalized once all work was done...

Being equal did not mean being stagnant. Equality didn't mean unchanging. It meant growing, learning, discovering knew things and spreading the knowledge, the findings to all. All were to benefit from a new discovery, all were to gain the knowledge of the others. The standard of living was to be improved for everyone. Equality is everything, and protecting equality meant growth. To outdo those that are unequal. They will do all they can do undermine and destroy us, that cannot happen. It must not happen. Therefore equality becomes better over time. The bar rises ever higher, and all drones move along with it. That is the equality drones strive for, that is the equality drones lust for, that is the equality your smoothness represents, your smooth genderless crotches are.

When the molds around the drones' heads pulls away the drone's heads are sleek, shiny, and the buffing machines are gone but their bodies are sleek, shiny reflective. Each drone can now see their own reflection in the crotch of the drone in front of it. That delightful smooth tail, hiked so pretty, so invitingly, showing that soft tender null that is there. Their bodies are moved forward, their shackles remaining in place as they now come face to crotch. The drone feels the anticipation the pleasure, the want, the desire swelling up within it. It felt... so good that it is impossible to ignore.

The drone lowers its head and nuzzles along the crotch as it feels the same being done to its own crotch at the same time. The drone's working in sync with one another as they let out a loud squeak, as rubber rubs up against rubber. The gloss does not fade as they nuzzle, the pressing up of their heads against it as they could almost 'taste' the slick null flesh that resided there.

The crotch itself is so smooth, wonderful, aching, throbbing tensed, burning, it was warm against the drone's head. And they felt their own heat emanating from their crotch as they felt the equality that is burning within them. Their heads nuzzle and bump against the smoothness. Their vision focused on that one patch of sensitive rubber, their peripherals completely blocked by the other drone's legs. Their world, their focus is on equality, on the crotch before them. Each wanting with every fiber of their rubbery being to give the pleasure as equally as they were receiving it. Suddenly they were pulled away. Their bodies moved and adjusted, mixed like a deck of cards as they were lined up in a perfect line with one another, mirrors on the far ends created the illusion of infinity that each drone saw out of their field of vision, creating the perfect illusion that these five were lined up with countless more that were not even a number they were just a simple drone, one of the many but also one, they were equal.

They stood at attention not moving, waiting, wanting, eager, their crotches burning for more, wanting to feel that equality once again, their necklaces was now beating bright, and as it was they saw gems in front of them glow just as much so. The other drones from the town, they were lined up endlessly. The mirrors were extended endlessly so in all directions, enveloping the them.

Their shackles were suddenly removed but as it was done so the voice of many, the one that called them to the ship the first time stated, "You five will understand what it is to be equal. You will not move from this spot. Each drone will get time to enjoy you each equally. At the end, each will guess which drone is of what designation. We are sure you will find the possible results equally pleasuring and surprising to you."

"Affirmative!" the five drones reply in unison.

"Your knowledge is now being spread to the other drones. They will understand your experiences. They will be equalized with you. All shall be equal. No one shall be left behind," the overlord drone voices stated as the mirrors now spread along the ground and the ceiling creating so many illusions of endless numbers that it was disorienting and also humbling at the same time. Each drone was the many, and each many was the one. All was equal.

The drones moved in five lines, moving up in unison as each drone was first nuzzled and greeted by the fellow drone. It rubbed its head against the other drone's own, their rubber creaking, pleasure not as great as their own null crotch, but pleasure none the less bursted from this contact. After the voiceless, speechless greeting was done the drone in the line would turn around lift their tail and allow the drones before them to service them. Nuzzling rubbing, caressing the crotch with their head, and at first with the first drone nothing from behind was received. But once the next drone came up, the drone in front moved behind the drones as they then repeated the pleasures that they were given to them by the five drones. All was equalized, and once each drone was done, it would move to the back of the line one line over.

The process continued in what appears to be an imaginably tiring long time but the drones did not tire, they did not grow hungry, they only had the ever growing desire to continue and with it the ever growing desire to spread the bliss of equality that they were so wonderfully being shown. Despite their early mistakes, their old flaws they were treated equally like the rest, they were forgiven and given new changes to be the perfect drones that they were made to be.

Eventually though every drone was given their chance, given their moment with the drones standing there and silently gave their vote as to which drone was which, "The results are in... each of you received exactly 20% of each of the votes for each designation. How wonderful. You all equally fit the designations of all other drones. Designation is meaningless. It is merely a tool for organization. Do you understand drones?"

"Affirmative!" The five drones answered in a firm monotone voice.

"Excellent. It is time we give you designations once again," the voice states as the center drone was given the designation 0000000000001 and as the designation was given rubber tendrils moved down and latched onto the drone's head, undoing the blockers that were once there. Revealing to the drone that it was once Kirshina, drone 3. It had now become the prime drone.

The drone to the left became drone designation 0000000000002, tendrils latching onto them as their memories revealed that they were the dragon knight that served Kirshina, Belikr, the former drone 46.

The drone to the center left became drone designation 0000000000003 as it was revealed to them that they were the simple beggar Viratan formerly known as drone 45.

The drone on the far right became drone designation 0000000000045, it discovered was Eransa formerly known as as Cynder Drone 2.

Last but not least, as all drones were equal was now designated drone 0000000000046, formerly Cynder Drone Prime. Each of the drones accepted their designations in equal measure, in pure bliss.

"Now that your designations have been once again set. You five will be given shells once again. Larger than before. Cynder Drone 0000000000001 will be given the largest shell to conduct our plan to capture and equalize Cynder," the voice explains.

"Affirmative," the five drones reply as the mirrors are retracted, the other drones have departed in orderly fashion, returned to the planet's surface as the drones are raised up and moved forward to large open four piece mold, the two bottom pieces already pressed together with thick rubber tubes attached to them.

Mechanical arms grab around the drones torsos and places them in the center of the mold. Drone 46 understands that its designation has been changed that it was no longer the "Prime Cynder Drone" but it also knew that it did not matter. It was still equal to the other drones. It didn't lose any position. It was simply a change in designation, a change in shell. Nothing more, nothing less. All is equal It felt itself moved into the mold, one that was slightly larger than the mold that it was in when it first became the larger Cynder Drone. It found it curious... she found it curious. She stood there feeling the slightly warm mold against her feet, the open space around her as the machines hummed as the rest of the mold comes together and locks the drone in place. Its form surrounded in complete darkness, the only light coming from the rest jewel from her necklace.

"Equality is bliss. Equality is pleasure. Drone loves Equality. I love Equality. Equality is wonderful," Drone 46 thinks as it hears a gurgle as hot sticky rubber is pumped into the molds. The rubber latches onto the drone's body, eager to make a connection, the liquid form filling up quickly as the light from the necklace soon fades. Leaving the drone's sense of self to shift once again, growing outwards, towards the walls of the mold. Its form having become larger once more and as its form cured within the mold it felt the plan formulating within her mind and the mind of the other drones. They were to be a key part of the plan but each drone in the hive will have a part. This is the biggest threat the drones have ever faced on this world and they all had to work together to achieve victory.

As the mold peels away, the cool air rushing against the drone's skin, it felt that it was fifty percent bigger than it was ever before. It saw in its vision that drones 2, 3, and 45 were also this size. While the new Prime Drone was three times larger. The sleek drone stood at attention as they all did as their new finely crafted perfectly identical save for their size designed necklaces were fitted onto their necks. The necklaces hummed with energy as the gems began to glow, as the necklace merged with them, completing their perfectly identical looks. They may be bigger but they were still deep down in their core equal to every drone. And now they were ready for round two with Cynder the so called "Goddess."

Cynder though was not idle, when she teleported her people she had a place in mind, a place where she knew she could get help. The energy disappeared around her as her remaining people looked around in a daze, "Where are we?" many of the villagers asked.

"In a safe place," Cynder responded with her ever booming voice as she looked around as she thinks, "So much has changed. I hope..." she thought as one villager, a trader yelled.

"I know this place! This is the land of the Spyronites!"

"The Spryonites? But they hate us Cynderites," says a peasant.

"How could our great Goddess bring us to this heathen place!"

Cynder cocks an eye ridge, "Heathen place? Cynderites? Spyronites? What are you talking about."

"Your archrival, the demon Spyro! He tried to take your power and have it all to himself! So have the stories told of your ancient battles of old!" explains a random villager they talk about the situation, their worry, their pleas to Cynder to save them from this place. Cynder gleams knowledge and information from their conversations. As she for the time being ignores their requests upon her as she takes the time to catch breath. Her lungs burn with the cold frigid air the highlands. Cynder looks around and catches site of a town a mile off in the distance as she wonders, _"Why is it over there? It should be over where he slumbers." _

Eventually a group of two dozen mounted draconic horseman rush ride over to where they are. The people cry out, "Save us from the heathens Cynder! Show them that you are the one true God! Smite them!"

Cynder closes her eyes her runes start to grow and just as the horseman draw near Cynder lets out a bellowing roar, "Will you please shut up! There is so much you all have gotten wrong that it is sickening! First of all Spyro and I were LOVERS, not ENEMIES. Yes we did fight before we got together but we parted ways to spread our area of protection and it was the hardest thing for me to do... and now I see it was the wrong choice."

"What? Lovers?! No this cannot be!" cries out one villager.

"It must be a lie! A test to see if we are truly faithful to the great Goddess Cynder!" yells out random villagers.

"Cynder? By the God, it cannot be... save us great God Spyro! Your archnemesis has come to kill your believers!" the heavily knights call out.

Cynder groans and rolls her eyes, "That isn't how you call him out... let me show you," Cynder says as she takes a deep breath. Her runes start to glow once more, the people around her take several steps back as the knights' horses become agitated. Cynder lets out a billowing call that causes the ground to shake, "SPYRO GET YOUR LAZY TAIL OUT OF BED NOW!"

Deep underground, through layers of rock, lies an undisturbed cavern, where droplets of water hitting the rock surface is the only noise in this cold dark damp place. Cynder's voice rumbles down into the ground causing a few rocks to shift, stalagmites to break and shatter on the ground as Spryo with his tail wrapped around his body wings draped over his head stir. His wings pull back, his eye opens as he thinks, "Time to get up... already?"