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Property Must Not be Damaged

Written by: TiranMaster

Inspired by a picture from: @yibian_sz on Twitter

“You have the next three days to rest, good work, men,” Captain Golius said into the microphone of his visor, getting several pings of approval on his visor before each of his men signed off to leave the ship. The lion smiled to himself before leaning back, letting out a deep sigh of relief as he rubbed his eyes. He and his unit, a group of specialized bodyguard and security detail workers, had just gotten back from a two month assignment. It had been long, exhausting, and one of the scientists had been extremely annoying to the point that Golius had threatened to pull his men if he didn’t stop complaining.

The job had gone smoothly, for the most part, and Golius had been able to collect the pay and disperse it throughout his men before sending them on their way. As for the lion himself, he was tired, having to do a lot of oversight work, keeping his men happy, and making sure the people they were assigned to protect didn’t piss his men off too much. So, now with a heavy purse and a full stomach, the lion pondered what he was to do. Patting his stomach, Golius closed his eyes and thought... and then his cheeks flushed as he felt another urge rear its head. He was horny, he hadn’t had time to pleasure himself in the couple of months they’d been on job, and now his cock was ready for him to use it.

Flushing, Golius considered just jerking off... but that didn’t feel right, he could have done that at any time. No, instead, he wanted to actually use it, and he was at a port of call where he had plenty of money to burn. Standing up, Golius logged out of the ship’s systems, and left to go find himself somewhere that he could relieve himself. He was tall, muscular, and had to duck whenever going through the doorways of his ship. He knew he was handsome too, he’d had plenty of comments from his ex-lovers on that fact, so he knew he could find someone to lay with.

Stepping out into the port, Golius was buffeted with voices all around him, so he went into his visor’s audio controls and tuned out background noise. The implants in his ears immediately went to work, taking away the background chatter, while leaving some leeway for sounds closer to the lion. With that done, he started off into the crowd, eager to find himself some pleasure. People made sure to get out of his way, wary of the large lion, some of them eying him with either awe, fear, or interest. Golius didn’t pay them any heed though, he wouldn’t be finding his partner out in the road, no... he had something else in mind.

The lion had interests, things that he kept away from his fellow teammates, though they would often make comments to one another about what kinda partner they wanted. Some liked big breasts, others dumpy rears, and some were interested in other men’s cocks. Golius didn’t care what they were into, as long as they got their work done, as for Golius himself, when he had a moment to himself, he enjoyed the look and feel of rubber. He had a set of rubber gear tucked away where none of the others would be able to find, and he’d had a few partners who had also been into rubber. Just the thought of sleek rubber covering bodies, cupping their rears, their genitals, it caused the lion to growl in his chest with pleasure.

People near him jumped in shock and surprise at the lion’s sudden noise, but Golius once again didn’t mind. He’d certainly made himself to be the image of a stern mercenary, the kind most wouldn’t approach voluntarily unless they needed a job done. He pulled up a search on his visor, subvocalizing the words that then appeared in the bar. [i]Rubber, Sex, Private.[/i] The search was completely within seconds, Golius had paid top dollar for his gear, so he expected the best out of the software installed on it. The first few options on the search were cheaper, the kind that most people with less money would go to, so Golius tweaked the search to filter out the cheaper options.

Golius’ eyes settled on the top result, his breath hitched for a moment as he read it over. [i]Premier Rubber Sex Drones, Privacy Guaranteed. Orgasms to blow your mind, bodies slick and clean.[/i] The lion’s cock hardened, and the lion was glad that he wore a codpiece to keep himself safe at all times. Clicking on the link, directions were soon pulled up, an arrow appearing in the lion’s vision. He turned to follow the directions, barely noticing others as they moved quickly to get out of his path. The lion suddenly felt hot in his clothes, his mind was filled with the image of smooth cool rubber, his fingers itching to slide over it, his cock slipping into a waiting hole.

The building that Golius found was unmarked, but it looked to the lion mercenary like some sort of rich hotel. The door was manned by a wolf in fancy attire, his eyes were blocked by a visor much like the one Golius wore, and he held up a paw as the lion drew near. “May I ask what brings you to our establishment, sir?” His voice was deep, his eyes unseeable behind the blackened visor, his tone was welcoming though professional.

For a moment Golius wanted to tell the wolf to get out of the way, but he knew better than that, after all if he knocked the wolf aside he wouldn’t be able to use any of the place’s amenities. “I’m here to review the stock of your rubber.” The place had come up on his search history, so clearly the brother wanted customers, but it appeared that they wouldn’t just allow anybody in.

At the mention of rubber, the wolf’s expression switched into a smirk as he nodded. “Of course, sir, this was merely a precaution. We cannot allow just anyone off the streets, most do not understand the nature of our services.” With that, he stepped aside and bowed to the lion. With that, the door opened, likely a command issued by the wolf himself.

Galius sniffed, the scent of rubber escaping the interior of the building causing him to shiver with arousal, and then he walked past the wolf. The interior of the building matched the outside, luxurious, rich, leather upholstery and slick modern decor. Standing at the front desk was a tall female dragon, dressed in a tight but sharp looking suit. As Galius approached she finished up writing something down just out of sight before looking up to address him, she gave a shallow bow before smiling professionally. “Welcome, Galius Vialoth, we have been expecting you.”

That caused Galius’ eyes to narrow, his hand reflexively curling to allow his claws to extend from his fingers. “Is that so?” he growled, suddenly feeling like he’d stepped into a trap.

The dragon nodded, reaching over before projecting a hologram up from the desktop with a gesture. “Indeed. Whenever someone accesses our business through a link, we are forwarded information to give us a brief overview of your character. After all, we pride ourselves on maintaining the safety of both our drones, our employees, and your fellow customers. If you had not passed our preliminary scan, you would not have been let in.”

There was a beat of silence as Galius took in the information, he didn’t enjoy the idea that the brothel had managed to pull information on him, but he supposed it made sense. “Fair enough,” he growled, allowing his claws to slip away as he let out a calming breath. “Well, I’m here for...” he paused, suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed. “Well, I’m sure you know.”

“Indeed,” the dragoness said, bowing once more as she stepped out from behind her desk. “Please, follow me, Mister Vialoth. I can show you some of our premium stock if you would like to pick one out for your enjoyment.”

“You can just call me Galius,” the lion grunted, feeling a little uncomfortable with the formal use of his last name. He followed after the dragoness regardless, looking around as he did so, scoping out the building. The place had no windows peering inside, nor did it have any imagery, and if not for the constant scent of sex and rubber on the air he might mistake it for a standard high-end hotel. There were many doors lining the corridor, all of them shut and locked with electronic pads. Galius was certain that if tried any of them, it would just flash an error on his visor.

Down the halfway, the dragoness pressed her hand onto one of the pads, and with a silent woosh the door opened. “Here you are, sir. Inside you will find a catalog of our stock, you may choose one at your leisure. The prices are displayed accordingly with each one. Do not worry about cost, we have already obtained a transcript of your credit and have removed those that would be out of your range.” With that, she bowed deeply, allowing Galius access to the room.

“Um... right,” Galius said, feeling a little embarrassed as he peered into the room, the interior of the room once again resembling a very nice hotel room, though it did not seem like the kind someone would spend more than a night in. “Just so I understand, I am allowed to do... whatever I would like?” he asked, feeling a little embarrassed to have to ask.

The dragoness didn’t seem perturbed by the question though, instead she stood up straight and gave him a smile. “Of course, sir. Anything short of harming the drone of course, but they will do whatever you request of them, and you may enjoy them to your heart’s content.”

The lion nodded once more before stepping into the room, and wasn’t too surprised when his tail cleared the door that it shut behind him. Within, the room had a cool blue shade to the room, and the air was perfumed with some pleasant scent. Even with the perfume though, Galius could smell the real reason he was, semen, rubber, musk. Taking a deep breath, Galius noticed the pad on the wall, an instruction listed on it. [i]Link to internal system here.[/i] So he stepped over to the wall and set his paw upon it, linking his internal systems to it.

A quick downloading bar appeared, it flashed there and then was gone, and a catalog appeared in his vision. It had several filters built into it, allowing the customer to choose their preference. Female body type, Male body type, inter-gender, and a variety of other options that Galius scanned through before discarding. He decided to skip the filter for the moment and glance through his options, seeing high quality images of rubber drones, some with large breasts, others with muscles that resembled Galius’ own. He found that if he concentrated on any one for a moment, it would rotate to show him off their assets. There were a variety of species on display, it was all so much, Galius could have fished out his cock right then.

Gulping, the lion flicked through several options, weighing his options, thinking as he pulled his shirt over his head, and then ditched his pants as well. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling cooler without the thick clothing, his pierced nipples bouncing slightly as he reached up to pinch them. Part of him wished he had grabbed some of his own rubber gear before leaving, but he knew he would soon have plenty of rubber to enjoy. Looking over the list, Galius soon decided on a male model. The captain enjoyed both sexes, though he did appreciate the look of a male’s muscles clad in rubber.

Selecting an option after several minutes of indecision, Galius decided to keep his underwear on for the moment, not certain if someone else would lead the drone in. Laying back on the bed, Galius closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool ambience of the room. The scent of rubber was playing in the back of his throat, his mind jumped to the fun he soon would have, his cock thickening in his underwear. He was going crazy with impatience as the minutes slipped past, he had waited two months, and he felt like he couldn’t wait a moment more when one of the walls slid open.

Galius must have been too focused on his arousal to not have noticed the second entrance to the room. He sat up, his fingers curling to reveal claws, but he relaxed when he saw who was entering the room. The drone was alone, stepping in through the doorway, its body glinting in the blue light of the room as the door shut behind it. “[b]Hello sir,[/b]” it said in a cool synthesized tone, its voice masculine though rather featureless otherwise. “[b]I am Pleasure Drone 78291, here to fulfill your desires as you wish. Before you proceed, is this drone to your liking, or would you prefer to choose another one?[/b]”

The lion’s eyes had narrowed with arousal as he stared at the drone, noting its strong musculature, and its feline traits. Though it didn’t have a mane as he had, he had recognized it as a lion shaped drone, its eyes nothing more than a large visor that took up its forehead. The visor read [i]78291[/i], the code of the drone. “Oh yes, you are the one I like,” Galius purred, his cock fully hard just looking at the rubber drone. He slid out of bed, standing up, rather pleased to see that he was a bit taller than the drone. “Please, step closer, I just want to double check.”

“[b]As you wish, sir.[/b]” The drone replied, stepping forward and standing still as Galius walked around his plaything. It was buff, again, not as buff as Galius himself, but its body was certainly sculpted. Its rubber tail was held up, making sure to allow the lion to see its ass in full glory. Two beautiful large rubbery cheeks, its hole hidden between, the scent of lubricant strong enough for Galius to smell. Its back rippled in the light of the room, glistening as if recently polished. The lion wanted to reach out and touch him, but resisted the urge for the moment. Stepping in front of the drone, he noted that the drone’s mouth was a circular indentation, also glistening with lubricant, free and ready to be fucked. “[b]Is this drone to your liking, or would you prefer to choose another one?[/b]” the drone repeated.

“You are to my liking, yes,” Galius purred, his cock fully hard in his underwear, his nipples growing hard in the chill air of the room, his eyes dilating with pleasure. “Charge whatever you need to charge, I’ll use you.”

The drone nodded, in a perfect duplicate of the wolf’s before it. “[b]As you wish, sir. Please, proceed, your account has been charged.[/b]” With that, it stood still, clearly waiting for his command. The numbers on the visor had cleared, leaving its face completely blank, the visor as smooth as the rubber around it.

Stepping forward, Galius ran his hand over the drone’s pectorals, growling as he hefted them in his hands, feeling them bounce and squeak. “Damn, you’re hot,” he purred, leaning forward and grinding his cock up against the drone’s rubber bulge. The drone didn’t respond, apparently not programmed to do so, possibly unless Galius commanded it to. “Speak,” he ordered.

“[b]As you command, sir.[/b]” It replied, its “mouth” never moving, but the voice being transmitted anyways. Galius realized with a slight start that it was replying into his implants, apparently having been granted access when he’d uplinked into the system of the brothel. Some part of that sent shivers down his spine, if he had more clarity he might have questioned it, but he was too hot, his cock was demanding attention. “[b]Thank you, sir, I appreciate your compliments,[/b]” the drone said, replying to his earlier command.

“Call me captain,” Galius growled, grabbing ahold of the drone’s arms, turning it around and pushing it towards the bed.

“[b]Yes, Captain, thank you, Captain,[/b]” the drone said, its voice still mechanical, but Galius found himself too aroused to care about that fact. Galius ran his tongue over the rubber nipples of the drone, hearing artificial groans from the drone in his ears, his blood pumping hard in his veins as he felt the predator coming out in him.

Pushing the drone harder towards the bed, Galius stood over the prone drone, peeling his underwear down his large thighs and allowing them to drop to the bed. His cock bounced with every beat of his heart, the slits of his eyes were razor thin, his teeth were bared. “Beg for it,” he commanded.

The drone looked up at him with its featureless face, its voice speaking into his head. “[b]Please, Captain, let me have your cock.[/b]” It asked, taking on a begging tone, its body posture becoming needy, its body reflecting the blue light of the room.

Hearing those words made Galius quiver with delight, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, knocking the drone back as he rubbed his erection across the rippling abs of the drone. “I don’t think I heard you properly, private? What did you want?” he growled, running a hand down the side of the drone, shivering as he could feel the cool rubber under his fingers.

“[b]Please Captain, this Private wants your cock[/b],” the drone pleaded, falling into character as it pressed into the hand of the lion. It bucked up against him, its large rubber bulge pressing into Galius’ balls causing him to snarl with delight. He leaned forward and nipped the rubber, receiving a warning in his visor.

[i]Warning, do not harm the Drone. Penalties will be enacted if any further damage is done.[/i]

Galius growled in irritation, pulling back as he looked up. “It was a love nip,” he growled, but there was no response as the drone continued to writhe under him, apparently undaunted by the bite it had received. Returning his gaze to the drone, he could see his reflection in the polished rubber, his breath hitching as he couldn’t help but feel another wave of arousal at the feeling of his flesh against the rubber. “Do you think you can handle my manhood, Private? You don’t look very loose,” he asked, reaching around and feeling the drone’s hole.

The drone’s hole was well lubricated, the lion’s finger damp as he pulled it out, and he couldn’t help but sniff it, moaning as it smelled of a rich lube and rubber. “[b]This Private is very loose, sir! I keep myself ready for whenever you want me, Captain![/b]” The mechanical quality of the drone’s voice had softened, becoming far more lively, and the way he begged made Galius quiver with need.

“Well, before I can try out your backside, I think I’ll need to test your mouth. After all, you’re speaking to your superior in an awfully familiar way,” Galius growled, leaning in and smiling at the blank rubber lion. “Don’t you think?”

“[b]Yes Captain, whatever you say, Captain! Please, fuck my mouth, make this Private remember his place![/b] Though the drone didn’t have eyes, Galius felt as if he were being stared at with such need. He couldn’t help himself, he grabbed the drone’s head between his hands, and he started to plow the hole there. Inside of his head, he could hear the muffled grunts and gasps of someone choking on his fat cock. He closed his eyes, gasping as he felt the lubricated hole slide over his cock, barely able to fit all of his manhood. He tensed up, moaning as he dug his claws into the sides of the rubber.

[i]Second and final warning, no harming the Drone. Penalties will be enacted if any further damage is done.[/i]

The warning this time was red in Galius’ view, he snarled as he pushed it away, growing annoyed by the constant interruption of his pleasure. The lion was a rather rough lover, it was true, it was part of the reason he hadn’t kept many of his ex-partners around. He knew he should stop, but it was hard to reel himself in when he was having such fun. Galius just shrugged it off, what was the worst that could happen? They had said penalties, he would just pay any fines, the merc had plenty of money in his account after all.

Slipping his claws back into their place, Galius pounded away at the drone’s mouth, indulging in the sound of gasps and moans being filtered into his ears. He was too busy with the act that he didn’t notice the mark in his visor flashing red, it was the same mark that had appeared when he’d interfaced with the brothel’s system. Though the lion wasn’t able to see it, a camera in the room was trained on him and his drone companion, and the onlookers weren’t impressed. “It’s as I told you, sir, we should not have allowed this one in,” the dragoness said, her voice much colder than it had been when she had been speaking to Galius earlier.

“It’sss fine, Alura,” the serpent said, his hands steepled together as he watched on with a cold chuckle. “I approved his entrance for this reason exactly. He is a very handsome lion, and one who will likely not be missed nor found. I am sure hisss crew will look around for him for a while, but we have taken great stepsss to ensure our place of business is not so easily found. If he makes one more mistake, then we will enact the proper punishment.” His assistant let out a sigh of annoyance, but nodded in agreement as she got to the task of starting to delete Galius’ information. Though the lion hadn’t realized, by touching the pad, he had allowed the business more access than he would’ve normally allowed anyone.

Inside of the room, Galius growled and thrusted, his balls slapping against the rubber chin, his grunts and growls growing louder with each thrust. “Fuck... you... you’re so... hot,” he panted, his hands pushed into the luxurious soft bed, his cock buried deep inside of the rubber drone’s mouth. He didn’t receive any reply, the drone still unable to reply in anything more than grunts and growls of its own.

Slipping out, Galius’ cock dripped with fresh lubricant, the drone looking up at him with that same blank expression. “[b]Did this Private please you, Captain? Will you gift his ass with your cock?[/b]” Galius had to stand up, the drone remaining where it was on the bed as Galius grabbed a bottle of water off of a side table. Cracking it open, he gulped down the contents, allowing himself to cool down a bit before going in again. He was paying a lot of credits already, so he wanted to make the fun last as long as he could. He noticed the flashing red light in his gaze, and he turned to glance at the drone.

“What’s up with that mark?” he grunted, then before the drone could respond he started to gulp down the water once more.

“[b]As you have been warned twice, sir, it is indicating that you are in range of penalization. This Pleasure Drone would recommend that you do not disobey the commands again, else you will be punished.[/b]” The drone’s voice took on a cool mechanical tone again, the sensual tone immediately gone from its simulated voice.

Galius rolled his eyes before slamming down the last of the water, rounding on the drone once more. “Turn over, it’s time I taught you what a real man feels like, Private.”

“[b]Sir, yes sir, Captain![/b]” Like the professional it was, the drone immediately returned to its voice, turning over and revealing its luxurious rounded asscheeks. Galius ran his tongue over his lips, climbing back onto the bed and pulling the drone tight up against him. His cock slid down into the waiting crevice, his shaft sitting between the delightfully smooth cheeks.

“Beg for it,” he growled, tensing his fingers on the sides of the drone’s hips.

“[b]Please, Captain, please put it inside of me![/b]” the drone begged, looking over it shoulder at him, some pre dripping from its mouth hole. Galius hadn’t even realized he’d dribbled inside of it, but that only made his heartbeat faster.

An urge to claw into the drone once more came to Galius, but he resisted, trying to push away the predatory urge. “Do it again, make me believe you want it, Private!” the lion snarled, his cock so rigid it ached, his eyes predatory and aroused.

The drone pressed up against his manhood, managing to slip a little of him inside of it. “[b]Please Captain, this Private has always wanted your fat cock inside of him! He wants to be trained by a real man![/b] Galius couldn’t resist, he pushed in, deep, shoving so far inside that he swore the rubber buckled from the power of his thrust. Thankfully that didn’t seem to set off the alarms that resulted in a penalization, but that thought was brief as Galius started to fuck the drone’s ass with great gusto.

Watching on, Allura frowned as she watched the stream of the lion’s rutting. “Do you think he might get through this without need of our intervention, sir?”

A chuckle escaped the snake as he shook his head, his tongue flicking through the air with a dry rasp. “Oh no, Alura, he is going to fail. I’ve seen his ilk before too many times to think any differently. He is a male with fire in his blood, and he can’t resist the urge to claim his prey with claws and teeth. He will do it again, and then he will be ours. Continue your work, and watch.” His assistant did as she was instructed, clearing the records of one Captain Galius Vialoth from the local records as well as from his ship’s own records. It would be easy to pay off his crew later on, make sure they never mentioned the lion's name anywhere ever again. Of course, that would come later, under secret identities that no one could track them back through.

Galius managed to resist... for a little while, several minutes of him pounding again, enjoying the rubber drone underneath him, his teeth bared as he slammed deep into the drone’s delicious ass. He thought he could stop himself, but it was so hard... his blood was hot, his senses were primed, and his predator’s desire reared its ugly head. He bit into the drone’s neck once more, his claws digging into the drone’s sides, his cock slamming home deep. He didn’t cum, not yet, but his balls were so heavy and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

[i]You have failed to follow instructions, and as such penalties will be enacted.[/i]

The lion yelped as something changed, something started slithering up from where his cock was planted, and his visor’s UI suddenly changed. [i]This Unit has been claimed as a Pleasure Drone belonging to the proprietor of Premier Rubber Sex Drones. Please stand by...[/i] The words ran across Galius’ vision, and he found himself momentarily confused by the words. “Wh... what does that mean? I’m not a unit...”

A cool sensation was spreading across Galius’ cock and his crotch, drawing his attention downwards to see that black rubber was spreading from where he was dick deep inside of the drone. “What the fuck?! What’s going on?!”

“[b]You have been found unable to fulfill the rules of the establishment,[/b]” the cool voice of the drone spoke into his head, all illusion of the Private he had been acting as dropped. “[b]The penalty for harming the staff or Drones of the establishment will result in immediate assimilation as a drone. You have been deemed as property of the owner.[/b]”

“No! Hell no, stop this right now!” Galius pushed against the drone, pulling his cock out, and gasping as he saw that it had been covered in rubber. This normally would have turned him on, after all, it was a personal dream. Instead, the lion attempted to wipe at it, hoping to get any of it off. All he achieved was spreading the rubber to his hand, the rubber shifting and congealing around him as the drone sat up. The visor changed back to showing off the numbers [i]78921[/i] once more, and it stood up knocking the already panicking captain away from it. “What are you doing?! Help me!” Galius said, reaching towards the drone.

With a surprisingly agile move, the drone pulled itself away from the lion’s grasp. “[b]This Pleasure Drone has been relieved of its duties, and therefore will return to storage.[/b]” Then it started towards the wall, the hidden door sliding open with ease and letting it through. Galius charged towards the door in the hope that he might be able to get out through there, but the door slammed shut before he could get through.

“No! Stop it! Please!” the lion roared, slamming his fist against the wall, but managing nothing more than an aching hand. His visor flashed once more, the image blossoming across his vision of a serpent’s head. [i]Welcome to induction, Pleasure Drone. Your body has been forfeited to the ownership of Sir Laventus, any and all property and assets will be liquidated for use of his estate. Your body will be reshaped as he sees fit, any and all complaints you have are considered pointless. Stand by for mental reprogramming.[/i]

The visor started to pulsate with red and black spirals, pulsing out from the middle out to the corners, completely blanketing Galius’ vision. The lion roared and attempted to yank at the visor, but all he succeeded in doing was giving himself a major headache as the visor was well affixed to his head. “No, this is insane! My crew will find me, and they will put an end to this insanity!” There was no answer to his cries though, the room was silent, the lion was alone as the rubber continued to spread across his body.

The rubber was thickening up around his cock, growing around his immense shaft, and starting to wrap around it much like a cocoon. Galius stood up and raged, lashing out at the nearby walls, unable to see anything through the constant pulsating hypnotic spirals. He could feel his mind softening under the powerful barrage of spirals, though he’d yet to notice the new taste in the air. Mixed in with the scent of rubber and sex, a new strangely sweet scent had joined the aroma. It was a special chemical designed to help calm and lull the mind of anyone who smelled it, and already it was working the trick on the captain.

“[b]Your purpose is to pleasure and obey all within the premises.[/b]” A voice instructed, cold and mechanical as the drone’s, but genderless. “[b]All Drones are to be obedient, polite, and compliant. You will do as you are asked by any and all within these walls.[/b]” The voice echoed inside of the lion’s head, cold and unfeeling, expecting to be obeyed, not asking for permission. Galius attempted to make a racket, letting out a roar, but was shocked at how little he could suddenly hear aside from that voice. His audio sensors had been manipulated, turning down everything to make sure that he could only hear the sound of the cold unfeeling drone.

“I’ll pay whatever you want! I’ll give you it all!” he roared, hardly able to hear himself over the implacable voice in his ears. The rubber was spreading despite his rapid movement, coating his powerful frame, his muscles being outlined as the drone’s before him had been. As the rubber spread, it quickly solidified, leaving a smooth and markless rubber surface. The sensation was... surprisingly pleasurable, and between the hypnotic spirals and the drug pressing into his system, Galius almost wanted to indulge in the amazing sensation.

If anyone outside could hear him though, they didn’t respond, and they didn’t stop. “[b]You are Pleasure Drone 83789. Any old names shall be erased, your past does not matter. You are property, nothing more than a body to obey as it is commanded. Any wants or desires are to be thrown aside, your only want is to serve and to obey.[/b]” Those words pulsed, repeated, pressed into Golius’ mind. His nostrils flared as he drew in another breath, that sweet scent coating the interior of his nostrils and mouth, his eyes beneath the visor dilating as the fight started to fade.

Attempting to keep his adrenaline, Galius lashed out again, knocking over one of the side tables in the room. “I am Captain Galius Vialoth, a respected mercenary, I will not forget who I am!” He had to reaffirm his identity, he wouldn’t let it slip away. Still the rubber continued, spreading over his large pectorals, coating his nipples in the pleasurable warm rubber. The rubber slid over the piercings there as easily as the rest of his body, incorporating them as pleasurable things to be played with by customers. [b]Unless his owner wanted otherwise. His body was to be molded as Sir Laventus saw fit, for he was an object.[/b] The voice that spoke in his head was his own... no, rather, it was a drone’s approximation of it. “Stop it, that is not me, I am not a drone!”

Red pulse, black pulse, red pulse, black pulse. He was so angry, he was breathing deeply, and that sweet taste on his tongue seemed rather pleasant. Things started to get a little hazy, his every sense was burning up. Galius wanted to keep raging, he needed to fight, needed to stay himself. Everything started to grow oddly distant, the voice so loud in his head, and the spirals constantly drowning his vision. He stood still for a moment, erect, light headed, his thoughts clouded by fog.

How long had the lion been standing still? The spirals still pulsated, his body was form, his cock felt... weird. He reached down and jerked in surprise, his cock was... gone? No, rather, he had a bulge, just as the drone had. “No...” he gasped, trying to feel himself, but found that the sensation was numbed. He still had a mouth, that was good, he hadn’t been under for long. He could feel the rubber though, recognized the sensation of his body feeling different, alien. “Please, I’m Captain Galius, just stop this. I will pay anything...” he pleaded.

Red pulse, black pulse, red pulse, black pulse, it continued to dance in his vision. He took another deep breath, that taste was... addictive, it helped calm him down. Galius recognized that he shouldn’t be calm, but... his fiery temper was being sedated, he felt increasingly relaxed. “[b]You are property belonging to Sir Laventus, a Pleasure Drone. You have no identity outside of being a Drone. You are to obey, comply, and serve.[/b]”

That sounded... nice, and right? Galius felt the rubber sliding up and over his neck now, it felt so good. His body was standing at attention, the rubber tight around his cock, and his ass felt weird too. He shivered as he realized he was holding his tail up and out of the way. [b]Pleasure Drones needed to keep their tail at attention, so that clients can observe all of their assets.[/b] When had he been taught that? How long had his mind gone blank?

Red pulse, black pulse, red pulse, black pulse. “[b]Open your mouth.[/b]” He did as he was commanded, his mouth dropping open, and something was slide aside. He coughed and gagged a bit at first, feeling the thing slide deep into his mouth. Rubber invading his sense of taste, but he stared forward. Red pulse, black pulse, red pulse, black pulse. “[b]You are nothing more than property, you are Pleasure Drone 83789.[/b]”

When had he started nodding? He was Captain- the name... was gone, he couldn’t remember it. That should’ve panicked him, but it was hard to panic. He was very calm, and standing at attention. Someone moved in the room, he could faintly hear them, taste them in the air. That fact should have excited him, he could attack them, demand that they turn him back to normal. [b]Normal? It was normal, after all, it was a Drone. Pleasure Drones waited for their superiors to command them what to do. That was normal.[/b]

Everything went still again, it stared forward, gaze filled with pulses. Red pulse, black pulse, red pulse, black pulse. It breathed in deeply, the scent still lingering in the air, but the gas no longer being pumped in. “[i]What’s going on?[/i]” He tried to speak, but was unable to, there was something in his mouth.”[i]Why can’t I remember my name?[/i]” He tried again, but only managed the faintest of groans.

The spirals continued, and the voice spoke in his head, strong and unemotional as always. “[b]Pleasure Drone, state your number.[/b]”

“[b]Pleasure Drone 83789.[/b]” The drone stated, speaking via the network to its overseer program. It felt a buzz of pleasure in its bulge, it had done well.

“[i]Wait, no, that’s not my name! I’m a captain, I have a name![/i]” The weaker voice tried to speak up, but was quiet, voiceless.

“[b]Drone, state your objectives.[/b]” The overseer unit spoke into the drone’s head, watching on via cameras, making sure the drone kept the proper stance.

From the outside, the lion’s mane was gone, instead it looked identical to the other lion drone, save for the fact that it was taller, more muscled, and had the nipple rings still. “[b]Pleasure Drones are to obey, serve, and pleasure all clients.[/b]” Once more, the drone’s bulge vibrated, and it shivered with pleasure.

“[i]I... I’m a person... I’m a cap... something...[/i]” The other self was growing more confused, more quiet, and he... it? It found it harder to not think as a drone, and it... felt so horny.

“Drone.” A different voice, a person’s voice. The spirals grew faded, transparent, still there, but allowing the drone to see the speaker. It was a snake, staring at him with a satisfied expression. “State your number, Drone.”

Drone 83789 recognized its owner, it had been programmed with that knowledge, and it saluted the snake. “[b]This Pleasure Drone is Unit 83789, at your disposal, Sir Laventus.[/b]” Once more it felt a buzz of pleasure, it loved following orders, especially for its owner.

The snake slithered around him, sliding a finger up through the Drone’s asscrack. The Drone of course didn’t move, it knew better than that. It faintly realized that the other voice in its head was gone, but that was too self-aware, so it stopped thinking about it. “Very good, it looks like you have fully been converted.” Laventus said, slithering back in front of the drone, glancing around the room which the Drone saw was wrecked. “Your first duty shall be to clean up this room, and then report to your pod, 83789. I expect it done quickly, I have customersss who have needs, and every moment you waste is a moment I lose money.”

“[b]Yes, Sir Laventus. This Unit is yours to command,[/b]” 83789 said, saluting once more before it got to work. It worked quickly, not even noticing when the serpent left the room. Its gaze was still filled with spirals, but it was able to see still. It could constantly hear the reaffirmation of its duty, of its name, of its place. The Drone disposed of clothes left by a client, and it straightened up a side table that had been knocked over. It did this all with clinical practice, memories of before completely gone, and it continued to feel pleasurable buzzes through its bulge as it did as it was instructed.

When the Drone had finished, it walked over to the wall, knowing where to go from its programming. It watched as the wall slid open, and it started its walk towards its pod. It didn’t need its sight to know where to go, so its vision was subsumed with spirals once more as it followed the commands in its head. Outside, the drone’s face was a blank black canvas, save for the numbers [i]83789[/i] transcribed there. Stopping in front of its pod, the drone stepped inside and stood in place, doing nothing as it waited for someone to call upon it.

[c]***[/c]

Sometime Later:

The client was waiting in the room, a shorter fox, she looked positively elated by the sight of the Drone as it stepped inside. “[b]Hello madame,[/b]” the drone said, tail smoothly moving out of the way for the door to close. “[b]I am Pleasure Drone 83789, here to fulfill your desires as you wish. Before you proceed, is this drone to your liking, or would you prefer to choose another one?[/b]” This was its first time out, its appearance had been altered slightly at the whim of Laventus. Its muscles had been made larger, and its feet had been altered to be larger.

The vixen was eying his feet, her eyes alight with desire as she rubbed her hands together. “C... can you lift up your feet, drone?” she asked. The drone did as it was requested, easily holding up one of its feet to show off the large rubbery paw pads. “Oh yes...” the fox giggled, her face becoming one of pure delight. “You will do!”

The drone put its foot back down, straightening up as it gazed at the client. “[b]As you wish, ma’am. Please, proceed, your account has been charged.[/b]” The vixen threw herself at the massive lion, playing with its pecs, groping its large asscheeks, and the drone continued to stand still as its bulge vibrated with pleasure.

From above, Laventus watched on with a smirk. “Oh yesss, he was the right choice. I knew that he would make for a perfect drone... and those feet will have plenty of our clients happy too.”

Alura nodded in agreement, marking something down on her clipboard. “I’m very happy that this worked out well, sir. The Captain’s crew have all been paid to keep silent, and should anyone slip anything they will be properly dealt with.”

“Very good,” the snake said, leaning back as he watched the stream. “A worthwhile investment, if I do say so. Now please, go welcome more clientsss in, Alura. We will be busy, I am sure.” His assistant nodded once more before letting herself out, her boss watching on with sadistic pleasure as the ex-captain obeyed the whims and wants of the client.