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The hot noonday sun beats down over the city of Salabin. Salabin, a tourist city built on a natural harbour shaped like a crescent moon, its sparkling blue waters show people water skiing and sailing, crowded beaches. High rise hotels glimmer in the light, out in the distance one can see the jungle covered mountain range, its view which rivals that of the seaside. But there is more to this town than the sights or the ability to explore a seemingly untamable jungle only a half an hour drive away. There are chances at riches, fame, and glory in the many casinos that line main street.

A large sleek black limousine, one of several that can be seen at this time of day, rolls down main street. Inside are three dragons, two anthropomorphic and a feral dragon about the size of a horse, and here is where their adventure begins.

The silver-white dragon with soft blue eyes and dressed in light shorts and a shirt to help cope with the hot day looks out the window and then back at the feral dragon sitting across from him. He takes a deep breath and continues with the conversation, “You forget letting me pick this place Glephnir. I’ve read nothing but good reviews, and its the newest and finest casino in Salabin.”

Glephnir’s black furry ears fold back, his dark blue scales cover most of his body and wings. Black fur covers his lower chest, down the sides of his arms and legs and along his back and underbelly, only allowing light brown chest scales to be shown, as he crosses his forelegs. His light blue claws seem to glow much like the stripes on his nose, sides and back. Three stripes on his horns two at the base and one near the tip give an almost alien-like glow as his matching eyes stare straight at the silver-white dragon who looks weak and helpless by comparison, “Kiru…” he trails off for a moment, “I still think I’d prefer the Golden Dragon Egg casino… the one we are passing right now,” he grumbles as he looks out the window at the giant golden statue of a feral dragon which sprays a torrent of water from its mouth into a fountain below, wings spread so it looks as if he’s spewing fire.

The third dragon in the limo sitting next to Kiru speaks up, his hands rub against each other as he does so, “Yes… true. But Kiru did explain that we’ve been there a half dozen times now. And spicing things up would be nice, right? Doesn’t mean we can’t go to that casino. And this one is scaled themed. I read the owner has a bunch of Salandits working the place. Imagine dozens of weak, scaled Salandits serving us as we play?” The black scaled dragons wings fold more behind him, his body covered in light summer clothing, his green and black hair gently brushed by his claws, green eyes looking off to the side. His horns are rather small in comparison to Glephnir’s who turns to focus on him.

Glephnir grunts, “Viratan… how different is that from the Golden Dragon Egg casino where they hire a bunch of kobolds to run the place?”

“Ah… yeah I see your point.”

Kiru pulls out a small brochure from his pocket, on the outside you can see a picture of the casino with a Salazzle standing in the front welcoming guests in. However, the Salazzle looks a little different than others one might have seen in the past. Though she has the black main body, with a purple chest and underside. The hot pink-magenta underside of her tail, and chest markings are clearly visible with a faint glow, but on top of that is a dark blue outline around her chest markings and her tail where the underside meets the upper portions. Her blue eyes greet you with a somewhat smug grin on her face as she’s dressed in elegant yet revealing clothing. While reading through the brochure, Kiru remarks “They have a dozen real Salazzle dancers and entertainers for the afternoon shows.”

Glephnir grumbles, “The other place has a bunch of kobold, and dragon dancers.”

“They have a raptor magician.”

“Other places have a dragon magician.”

Kiru hmms as he reads through, “Luxurious indoor/outdoor pool with waterfall…”

“Other place has something similar.”

“Exclusive beach front that is guest only.”

“The other place doesn’t have that, they are on the other side of the street.”

“Oh, there are some other guest exclusives. Let’s see… oh this is one that I remember. Advanced Toys-4-U models for personal comfort.”

Glephnir rubs his chin, “Those are nice I suppose.”

“Include variants for ferals.”

“That’s okay…”

“Opportunity to have personal time with a few of the hotel’s Salazzles. Your dream of getting the best of the most dominant Salamander in the world can now be a reality,” Kiru quirks an eyebrow, “Really it does say that.”

Glephnir grins, “Taking down a domineering Salazzle who normally has harems of male slaves to do her bidding? Now that I like. Why didn’t you tell me that before!”

Viratan speaks up, “He did. That is why you agreed to come in the first place.”

“Oh…” Glephnir says wings relaxing a little, “Right. Well looks like we’re here,” he observes as the limo pulls up into a huge U-shaped driveway. The porte-cochere hangs over much of the driveway blocking the hot sun from beating down on guests who are coming and going. The far ends of the porte-cochere are held up by two Salazzle statues facing in opposite directions, their arms crossed as if watching guests either coming or going. The statues support the overhang with their tails and parts of their backs. They look to be made from marble, chest markings engraved into the statues match that of the Salazzle on the brochure.

The hotel itself is a thirty-five-floor tower with a dazzling purple and black exterior. The limo pulls in and stops under the porte-cochere, parking as close to the curb as possible. Once the limo stops the human driver speaks from behind the glass, “We are here Sirs. We hope you enjoy your stay at the Sazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino.”

Glephnir nods, “I think we will,” he says as the door opens and he steps out. The feral dragon adjusts his wings as his nostrils flare and he takes a deep breath of the crisp, clean air. The scent of the ocean is almost completely covered by a faint sweet aroma that lingers in the air. Glephnir grins and gives his wings a quick flap as he steps out of the car which shakes as he leaves. Kiru and Viratan quickly climb out of the limo as the trunk pops open. Before they could move to gather their luggage a team of three Salandits come rushing out to greet them. These two-and-a-half-foot tall salamander like creatures have black skinned heads with lighter grey skinned bodies. A red stripe runs from their tail tip and up their backs which then bursts out into two, three, four or five bulbous ends or none at all. Of these three, one has two, another four and the last one had five. Only a fanciful purple, blue and black shirt adorns their bodies along with a thick collar that is black with a purple trim and a solid blue metal plate sewn into the center. The three dragons look at the group with purple lavender eyes as another feature becomes apparent. Their bodies shine with a rubber-like sheen.

“Welcome!” greets the first Salandit.

“Yes Welcome!” greets the second.

“Welcome to the great and wonderful Sazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino. You three checking in?” inquires the third in a feminine voice as the other two salandits rush toward the trunk.

Glephnir looks at the small salamander like creatures with mild amusement, “Yes we are.”

The Salandit grins, “Excellent! May I have your name good sir?”

“Glephnir.”

“One moment please,” replies the Salandit as she taps her hand on her collar. The blue metal glows while her eyes seem to flutter for a brief moment, “Here we are. Alright, looks like you booked two rooms. Our traditional feral room, a very nice selection I might add, and connecting to that is one of our twin size bedrooms. It’s all in order and you are checked in, once we get inside. We use state-of-the-art biometric recognition systems, no need for any cards, codes, or anything like that.”

Glephnir smiles, “I like the sound of that. Having to dig out a key card is always a chore.”

“Our thoughts exactly,” replies the female Salandit as she turns to look at the other two who are working hard to load the three dragon’s belongings onto a dolly. The two salandites struggle with the heavy bags but are working with a smile and bonjoyful glee as they work together to overcome their handicapped stature.

Glephnir lets out a hearty chuckle, “These guys are just like kobolds.”

Kiru looks over at them and then around noticing there are least a dozen other salandits just like the three helping them, all of which have bodies shining like rubber, “You don’t look like normal salandits.”

The salandit looks up at Kiru, “What do you mean?”

“You look all shiny.”

“Oh that. We use a special scale polish to brighten our scales so that we can really shine for our patrons. I hope you are enjoying the effect?”

Kiru smiles as he feels a tingle down his spine, the sweet scent in the air filling his nostrils as a tint of pink shows on his scaled cheeks, “Yes, I am enjoying it very much.”

The female salandit smiles, “Excellent. I will be sure to report the compliment to the Mistress. She loves to hear when our guests are enjoying themselves.”

Viratan looks speaks up, “The Mistress?” his tail flicks behind him as his wings give a little flap to help cool off his form, as the heat is great even in the shade.

“Yes, yes the Mistress is the one that owns and operates the Sazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino.”

Viratan nods, “Fair enough.” The other two salandits finish loading the dolly and start to push it away.

The female one looks up at the three, “Please come this way,” she says as she motions the dragons to follow. Moving past other guests that are coming and going, mostly coming, the doors slide open with a soft woosh as they are greeted with a wall of cool, air-conditioned air. The hot, humid air surrounding them is washed away as they feel the refreshing artificial breeze. They can smell that same sweet aroma permeate within. The three can’t help but take a deep relaxing breath as they step inside the red, purple and gold carpeted lobby. Six human and anthro employees man the service desk, all of them wearing that same collar that adorned the necks of the salandits serving them.

Glephnir looks around before remarking, “It's alright, though I think the Golden Dragon Egg does it better.”

Kiru sighs, “At least give this place a shot. It looks just fine to me.”

The female Salandit looks up at them as they approach a screen that simply says, “Please stand here for biometric scan,” the Salandit steps to the side as she taps her hand on the metal of her collar, “Mr. Glephnir please step up first. This will only take a moment.”

Glephnir does so as a light blue light scans over him and Virtan looks around, “I think this place looks fine myself. It has a nice aroma.”

Salandit nods, “Yes that is our renown air filtration system which keeps scent of our guests to a minimum. While we believe all of our guests keep to high hygiene standards, we understand that some of our guests have especially sensitive noses that could detract from their enjoyment of our fine establishment. This system provides a uniform aroma that is pleasing to 99.87% of people.”

“What about the other .13%?”

“They lack the ability to smell.”

“Oh.”

The salandit looks over to Glephnir as the system dings and the screen goes from red to green, “You’re done, next, how about you Mr. Kiru?”

As Kiru steps up to the scanner, Glephnir’s scan is put into the system. Up on the 35th floor, laying in a silken purple colored bed with posts made of gold and in the shape of salazzle which holds up a lavender canopy is the salazzle owner. Her magenta stripes glow in tandem with her blue markings in the low light of the room. Surrounding her is a half dozen other salazzles all of which are collared and are laying around the base of the bed as this salazzle has the entire thing to herself.

“Hmm, what do we have here,” she mutters to herself as one of the canopy sheets doubles as a screen and is currently displaying the basic biometrics of Glephnir along with other personal information such as occupation, estimated income, savings, spending habits and personality, amongst other things.

The salazzles hands run across the silky bed sheets as she sits up. She snaps her fingers as one of the other salazzles climbs onto the bed and with eagerness in her voice, “Yes Mistress!” as this salazzle moves to rub the other’s back. Their shiny bodies squeak ever so slightly in the room as the other salazzles watch the lucky salazzle give their Mistress a backrub, envious of her.

The Mistress grins as she reads over the information with her domineering blue eyes, “He looks like a fun one,” she mutters as she licks her lips showing off briefly her glowing blue tongue.

Popping up beside Glephnir’s scan is Kiru’s, “He has friends... more dragons. Usually they are so into the other casino that they rarely pay my establishment a visite. Such a shame…” she remarks as Viratan’s scan appears a few moments later, “Three for the price of one. How wonderful. We’ll make sure they have a lovely time here at my casino, won’t we girls?”

The other salazzles nod and reply, “Yes Mistress!”

The Mistress grins, “Music to my ears.”

While the Mistress’ mind starts to mull over her thoughts, Glephnir, Kiru and Viratan are brought to two sets of doors. One a double set of doors, of white and gold, while the other is a single set of the same color. The scent of freshly cleaned carpet fills the halway. The lavender colored carpet goes wall to wall and as the dragons stand there with their trio of helpers, other salandits are off helping lead other guests to their room.

Glephnir looks around “Not a bad spot, the elevator was big enough to fit me easily and isn’t too far away, from my room.”

“We hope you enjoy your room and stay here. If you ever feel the desire to upgrade, there are options available as long as we have the rooms to do so,” explains the female salandit as she reaches up to wave her hand in front of the door scanner, which flashes green and unlocks with an audible click. The dual doors swing open as Glephnir is lead inside to a nice-looking bedroom. The large feral bed is low to the ground for ease of getting into, covered in gold and white blankets that match the pattern of the door. Across from the bed mounted on the wall is a flat screen, and with twice the space of a normal hotel room there is ample room to maneuver. Glephnir walks to the lavender curtains and peeks through to see the street below, “Shame I couldn’t get ocean side view,” Glephnir remarks as he turns his attention to Kiru.

Kiru quickly remarks, “I tried, I really did.”

The salandit speaks up, “Unfortunately we have no rooms of this type with an ocean side view. I can look to see if any of our upgraded rooms have such a view if you want.”

Glephnir shrugs, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Your room is ready Sirs,” says one of the other salandits.

“Ooo,” Viratan remarks as he and Kiru follow the salandit into their room. Their room no less elegant but half the size with two twin size beds in the main room. Their luggage placed off to the side as the last salandit checks to ensure everything is in order before leaving the room.

Viratan gives the room a quick look over, “Not bad.”

Kiru adds, “Not like we will spend a lot of time here.”

The male salandit walks over to a door off to the side, “This door leads to the other room. You will need to have him open his door to allow access.”

“Easy enough,” Kiru remarks as he heads back to Glephnir who is just stepping out of his room led by the female salandit.

The salandit turns, “The casino is on on the ground floor past the lobby where you entered the hotel. As a feral you will get your own salandit attendant to assist you, any other questions?” she asks as she holds open her hand.

Glephnir shakes his head, “Nope, I’m good.”

“Same here… I’ll get the tip,” Kiru remarks as he places some money into her hand, which she quickly closes.

“Thank you, enjoy your stay,” the salandit scampers off.

Glephnir looks at the other two with a grin, “I don’t know about you two but I think I am feeling a bit lucky, shall we hit the casino? See what it has to offer?”

“I am not that much of a gambler but sure why not?” Viratan asks with a slight shrug.

Kiru looks at him, “You don’t like to gamble?”

“Eh, I find it a bit too stressful, that and I always lose.”

“But there is always that chance of a sweet jackpot that makes it all worth it.”

“Maybe, but not really, but I set aside some money to play. Once that’s gone I’m done.”

“Well that is the smart way to play,” Kiru remarks.

Glephnir smirks, “I’ve taught you two well,” as he gives his wings a quick flap before heading down the hallway towards the elevator. It doesn’t take them long to make their way down to the casino below. When they burst through the doors they are greeted by the sounds of dozens of people, the clatter of coins dazzling lights from the slot machines. Some of the slot machines are in the shape of a salazzle, one of her smaller tails creating the leaver as an electronic screen whirs by as the game’s name written in fancy glowing lettering right above the screen is the “The Dazzling Salazzle.”

Off to the side are dice games, roulette, and to the other side are card games, blackjack, poker, and others. A few salandits man some of the tables but there are plenty of other species doing the same. Their bodies shine slightly in the light, which gives them an artificial look that the group can’t just put their finger on as to why. The alluring aroma that permeates throughout the hotel is stronger here. Its soft, sweet, yet not overwhelming in the slightest, on the contrary it feels to be a welcoming smell that seems to melt away tension from their bodies.

“A lot of salazzle themed games,” Glephnir remarks

Kiru walks up beside him, “Well the other casino would have similar dragon themed ones, so it is to be expected.”

“Greetings Glephnir, I will be your assistant while you are on the floor,” greets another female salandit. She bows before him before continuing, “If there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Glephnir looks down at her with a quirked eyebrow, “How did you know my name?”

“I was informed of your arrival when you stepped in. The entrances have biometric scanners. We treat our feral guests right, and we want to make sure you aren’t standing around waiting for help. We come to you before you even need it.”

Glephnir grins, “I do like the sound of that.”

Kiru approaches the salandit, “Why do ferals get such special treatment?”

Glephnir remarks, “Because we’re worth it.”

The salandit turns to Kiru, “An excellent question. This service is available to anyone for a fee, but our feral guests have issues handling chips, other small objects and their nature tends to make them,” the salandit explains before pausing to say to Glephnir, “Forgive me on this, less nimble than our bipedal patrons. Therefore, we are here to alleviate those day to day problems that are unique to them.”

Kiru nods before remarking, “I wouldn’t mind having a woman follow me around all day…”

“If you head right over there you can pay for one of our many salandit servers ready to provide you with extra assistance.”

Kiru looks over to the line of people waiting to talk to an anthropomorphic fox that is in charge of the service, “That line looks a little long.”

“It's a very popular service.”

“How much?”

“Hundred dollars a day or twenty-dollars an hour, one hour minimum.”

Kiru looks away, “I think I’ll have to pass for now.”

Virtan starts to head to one of the slot machines, “I think I’ll just do some slots. They look like a safe enough bet,” he sits down at one of the Dazzling Sazzle slot machines. All of the pictures on the machine are related to salandit, Salazzle or something similar to that. The salandits appear to be the equivalent of the BAR in normal slot machines, where there could be one, two or three salandits in a slot.

Kiru walks over to him, “I think I will join you, maybe I will give you some good luck if I play next to you.”

Viratan smirks, “Or maybe I will give you good luck, I’m never lucky at these things,” as he places a minimum bet and with a pull of the salazzle tail the artificial wheels start to spin. Lights and sounds play in front of him, as they go around and around. Quick images of a single salazzle, a double, a triple appear through the thing but there is a larger salazzle with blue markings that appear every so often. Suddenly each of the five spinners stop, the first is of this particular salazzle, and then the second, the third… the fourth.”

Viratan’s heart starts to race as the last one continues to spin for a moment longer, his eyes widening as… it lands on the 5th like salazzle. A surge of excitement runs through him as the machine lights up, an upbeat congratulations tune plays as the artificial sound of a payout is heard.

The salandit next to Glephnir congratulates him, “Wow first spin and you get the jackpot that is a times five hundred payout of your bet.”

Viratan’s excitement wanes just slightly as his wings fold back a little, “I only bet a dollar… figures.”

Kiru playfully punches Viratan on the shoulder, “Your first bet and you win five hundred dollars and you’re complaining?!”

Viratan chuckles, “Yeah… silly huh?”

“Man I wish I was that lucky,” as he takes a spin. The lights flash and flicker past his vision, giving Kiru that same little rush of excitement especially when he sees that tantalizing jackpot salazzle which pops up in the first and second slot but the rest are random resulting in no gain at all, “See.”

Viratan rubs the back of his head, “Yeah… sorry. Hey did you want that salandit servant? There is even an option here to pay for one off of my winnings.”

Kiru shakes his head, “No, those are yours, you enjoy it, but thanks.”

Glephnir chuckles, “Let's hope your luck has rubbed off on me, come I want to play some blackjack.”

The salandit walks ahead, “Excellent choice Sir. Right this way,” as she guides him to a table that has three other ferals already sitting at it as this table was designed for guests of their size and stature. One of the patrons, a gryphon gives a nod to Glephnir as he sits down as his haunches and is delt into the game. The cards were made for the casino, with the casino’s name written on the top and bottom of the back side along with that same salazzle with blue highlights in a luscious pose.

“I’ll raise twenty-five,” states the gryphon as a salandit male steps up and puts the chips onto the table. The cobra snake anthro with his green and brown scales nods as his tongue flicks. He looks over to the next patron a feral blue raptor who does not have a salandit and places his chips on the table, “Call that.”

The third feral is a Roc, her feathers are like fire, her yellow gaze looks at all of those at the table till her eyes lock with Glephnir, as she raises her bid, “Hundred,” as a salazzle standing nearby moves over to place the chips on the table for her, “Good girl,” the Roc says as she rubs the underside of the salazzle’s chin, the salazzle’s collar is exactly the same as other employees at the hotel.

Glephnir looks at his cards, an eight and a nine as he thinks, “Not a bad hand could be worse, could be better, best not to ask for another card,” as he puts in a 50 dollar bet, his salandit slipping the chips forward, “Tell me…” Glephnir mutters to his salandit, “Why is there a salazzle there doing the job? Aren’t salazzles supposed to be all domineering?”

The salandit nods, “Yes, yes, but some salazzle’s are available to serve as humbly as I.”

Glephnir grunts, “How do I get one?”

“Only high rollers are gifted a salazzle to serve them as they gamble.”

Glephnir smirks, “Really? Guess I have to show my stuff,” as the game kicks off.

As Glephnir plays, doing fairly well for himself as the players weren’t playing each other but the dealer. In the background two clearly rubber beings are walking through the room, or one should say the black and white rubber shark is holding the black and dark blue rubber sergal by the collar and tugging it forward.

“Why are we in the casino part? This one doesn’t like gambling,” whines M-2483, “Maker told us not to get into trouble during its visit here.”

I-2483 gives a toothy grin, “We aren’t going to get into trouble we are going to the pool, this is the fastest way. Maker would be pleased for us to show off its work,” it explains as it tugs the fellow female toy model along.

“I-toy, you know maker wouldn’t be pleased if you drown the hotel guests in the pool. This isn’t the store.”

“This one would never do that…”

“Why does this one not believe you,” as the rubber toy is pulled hard by the collar. The quick little display catches Glephnir’s attention as he thinks, “Toy-4-U toys… that’s right they have them here to rent. I should see what they have later tonight.”

The roc interrupts Glephnir’s train of thought with a clearing of her throat, “It's your move.”

Glephnir turns his attention to the roc as he adjusts himself, “Right, hmm,” he looks at his current hand, “I think I’ll raise 50,” as the salandit slides more chips onto the table.

The roc chirps, “I haven’t seen a dragon around here before.”

“First time here. I wanted to see what all the comotion is about. I will admit I wasn’t expecting a pair of sex toys to walk down the casino floor.”

The raptor interrupts, “That? Apparently, the CEO of the Toys-4-U company is here. For what reason, I don’t know. But you know those eccentric rich types, they do weird things, and they can get away with it.”

The gryphon looks at the raptor, “Like what?’

“Well I hear that she dresses up as one of her products.”

Glephnir remarks, “I heard that the CEO is one of the products, but that’s just hearsay.”

The roc tilts her head, “That’s just crazy talk,” as the game continues for a few hours as the group of ferals chat it up they play.

Glephnir motions for the salandit to take the chips off of the table, “I think I’m good for now, might see what else is here.”

The roc speaks up as Glephnir stands, “You know if you like card games there is a big poker tournament starting tomorrow. It's a three-day event. The pot is over a million.”

Glephnir’s eyes light up, “A million you say?”

“Yes, but the buy in is pretty steep, twenty-five grand.”

Glephnir’s wings slump a little, “That is a pretty big buy in.”

“Yes, but a lot of big players, including myself will be there. You can instantly get your very own salazzle servant if you join,” she chirps as she rubs the salazzle’s chin.

Glephnir flicks his tail, “I’ll think about it.”

“Hope to see you there,” she gives a wing wave goodbye as Glephnir leaves.

The salandit speaks up, “If you are keen on joining the poker tournament, signs ups are available till noon tomorrow.”

“Hmm, it is tempting but it is a lot of money, I’ll see how my luck holds up, so far I am up a few hundred,” he remarks as Kiru and Viratan are still at their slot machines. Those fanciful lights and spinning wheels draw them in as they play again and again.

Kiru wings tense as he mutters, “Come on give me that Mistress Salazzle,” as he gets one of them… two of them… three, his excitement increasing till he gets three salandit and one salandit on the screen as he slumps once more, “Damn so close!”

Viratan gleefully cheers, “I just got a triple salandit,” as the sound of money comes ticking in.

Kiru grunts, “You’ve been crazy lucky tonight.”

“Hardly, with that I am only up two-fifty from where I started and that includes that big one. I lost most of it… I should quit when I am ahead but those salazzles are just so sexy,” he blushes.

Kiru nods, “Aye it’s lovely to see a group of them. Too bad my luck hasn’t been with me. I am already down one fifty!”

“I’m sure it will turn around soon enough.”

A human waitress comes up to the pair, “Would either of you gentlemen care for a drink?” she asks as the two turn to see the lovely lady dressed in whites and lavender. Around her neck is that same collar the other employees have.

“I could use a little something, how about you Kiru?” asks Viratan.

“A drink could be good, but after that we should find a different slot.”

“I’ll buy it, anything you recommend miss?”

The waitress smiles, “Well we have a lot of your traditional drinks, but one I would recommend is the drink we call “The Mistress” it’s a purple and blue fruity drink. It packs a little bit of a punch, but you really can’t taste it.”

Viratan smiles, “That sounds exciting, I think I’ll have that.”

“Why not, I’ll have that too.”

“Excellent, I’ll get that to you right away,” the waitress scampers off as the two continue to play, receiving the drinks, that is a swirl of purple, blue and a hint of magenta. The two take a sip as the fruity drink washes over their tongues which hides flavor the alcohol mixed within, but they can feel a hint of it as it slides down their throats.

Viratan licks his lips, “Not bad, not bad at all.”

Kiru nods, “I am not one for fruity stuff, but this is pretty good.”

“If you need anything else don’t hesitate to call,” the waitress says before leaving the two to continue their gambling till Glephnir finds them a few hours later.

“You two still here?” he asks as Kiru and Viratan turn to them.

“Yeah, what it hasn’t been that long.”

Viratan turns to Kiru, “Oh… yeah you said you wanted to move after your drink… that was two drinks ago.”

“Why didn’t you remind me! I am down two… um… sixty bucks now.”

“That’s better than what you were before, I am only up two hundred now.”

Glephnir chuckles, “Glad to see you two are having fun, but I am thinking we go back to my room and have some other kind of fun for tonight,” he turns to the salandit, “I’m going to be good for the night, just make sure my winnings are accredited.”

“Yes Sir,” the salandit replies before heading off.

Glephnir stretches, “Come, it's best not to keep me waiting.”

Kiru tenses slightly and nods as he he finishes his game before cashing out as Viratan does the same. They head back to Glephnir’s room who quickly slumps onto the bed, his wings spread as he looks over at his friends a grin creeping across his face as he speaks in a deeper more domineering voice “So who is ready to serve your Master?”

Viratan gulps as Kiru approaches and bows, “I am Master.”

Glephnir looks off of Kiru and focuses on Viratan“What about you my meek little slut? Are you ready to serve Master’s needs tonight?”

“Y-yes Master,” Viratan replies in a soft-spoken voice, his wings fluttering as he looks down at his feet.

“You look focused on your feet today slut. Maybe you should focus on someone’s feet who are worth focusing on?” he asks as he lifts his blue scaled paws in the air and wiggles his toes, “They are so sore from walking everywhere, why don’t you start with a rub.”

A blush begins to appear across his face as he looks up to see Glephnir’s massive paw hanging in the air, “As you wish Master,” as he goes over and runs his claws along the massive soles of the feral dragon’s paw.

“That’s it… that’s it, and you slut, you get to massage between my legs as a reward for being so quick on the draw,” Glephnir grins as his blue draconic flesh peeks through his male slit.

Kiru’s face turns purple as he catches the tip of his Master’s member slipping free from its confines, “Thank you Master.” Kiru moves over to feel the beating warmth of Glephnir’s cock against his claws. The member is soaked with slick internal juices as Kiru can feel the warmth and a pulse caused by every beat of Glephnir’s heart.

“That’s it… such good pets I have, despite making me come here instead of the Golden Dragon Egg,” he mutters as he grabs some pillows and props his head up.

Kiru’s claws run across Glephnir’s member, gently massaging it as he responds, “Master, I thought you were enjoying your stay here.”

“I am, for now.”

“How am I doing Master?” Viratan asks as his thumbs run across Glephnir’s paw.

Glephnir lets out a soft moan as he presses and rubs his feet against Viratan’s muzzle, “Lick slut as I think about it.”

Viratan shivers, “Y-yes Master,” as he nuzzles and licks across his scales which have a tangy taste to them.

“Keep going,” Glephnir murs as he looks over at a pile of magazines and brochures, one of which named, “Toys-4-U toy rentals,” catches his attention. He grabs the magazine and starts to flip through the pages, he looks up to see Kiru eyeing his throbbing length, which flex and twitches at his command, “Strip for me sluts, then I want you both to grind your needy selves over my scales.”

“Yes Master!” the two yell. Glephnir keeps them just in his field of view as he flips through the magazine pages. As the two dragons’ remove their shirts revealing Kiru’s soft white scales, and Viratan’s black, Glephnir reads toy examples such as, “Jungle Delights. Prehistoric Submissives. Daring Doms,” listing toys of various species, and sexes for him to choose from.

Glephnir looks up just as the other two drop their pants revealing their throbbing pink flesh. Their draconic cocks tensing in need, pre-cum dribbling from the tips as as male juices drip from Glephnir’s own cock tip. He turns to the next page as he feels a tingle rush down his spine, “New! Based on the hit erotica novel, ‘Attack of the Cynder Drones’ become your very own Cynder Drone!” Glephnir eyes his two submissives and then continues to read the article, “Using new Toys-4-U ruber suiting technology, quick and easy role play droning, complete with pleasure mindless state with zero long term negative side-effects.” Glephnir takes a moment to read the asterisk and reads, “Cynder Drones not legal in…” as it lists a half a dozen countries, not including the one they are in. Glephnir chuckles as he thinks, “Now I have to try this, it’s not legal back home yet.”

Kiru runs his hands along Glephnir’s chest as he asks, “What is it Master?”

Viratan pressing himself back against Glephnir’s paws as he resumes his massages, “Are we pleasing you?”

“Yes… yes you are but I am thinking we spice up our fun tonight with a bit of role play.”

Kiru hikes his rump, “What kind of role play?”

“The Cynder Drone kind.”

Kiru shivers and thrusts forward, “I like the sound of that.”

Viratan licks across Glephnir’s paw before he asks, “How we going to do that? Pretend we are good equal drones serving the Cynder Drone Queen?”

“A far better idea…” he responds as he turns the magazine around to show off the sleek Cynder Drone complete with golden necklace and red jewel on the cover. The faceless drone standing proud with options listed to include strategically placed holes, male and female versions and the famous and traditional smooth crotch genderless state.

Kiru’s jaw drops as he leans in closer, his cock rubbing along Glephnir’s scales as he climbs on top of him to get a closer look, “They have those?!”

“Apparently.”

“I do like the sound of that, but how will we get those?”

Glephnir chuckles, “This is why I am the Master my sluts,” he reaches over and grabs the phone, “Hello room service? I like to make a Toys-4-U toy rental.”

“One moment please,” responds a male’s voice, a few moments later an automated system comes on, “Hello. Welcome to Toys-4-U The Sazzle Dazzle Salamander Casino toy rental. If you know what toy or suit you like to rent, please say it now or type in the code.”

“Cynder Drone.”

“Which version would you like? We have…”

“Smooth crotch. Two submissive versions, one dominant. Feral for all three.”

Viratan tilts his head, “Feral?”

“Four hours of rental,” Glephnir says into the phone as he then accepts the charges, “More than I would want to spend but I am a bit up after gambling today I can splurge a little bit.”

Kiru tenses “Four hours?” his wings spread slightly as Glephnir hangs up the phone.

“Yes, it’ll be here in about ten to fifteen minutes before they arrive, what to do before then,” Glephnir turns to his side as Kiru is forced off of him, “How about you two make out before me till then.”

Viratan looks at Kiru, “Make out?”

“Yes, some sweet kissing, frotting, tender moments, keep yourselves aroused and entertain me at the same time.

Kiru walks over to Viratan, his cock bouncing with each step as he grabs his muzzle, “Like this?” Kiru asks keeping one eye on his Master as he presses lips against his friend.

“Yes, but deeper, more passionate… lean in, rub your cocks together with your free hands, rub each other,” Glephnir commands as Kiru slides his hand down to gently rub Viratan’s throbbing pink draconic member with a warm pulsating canine knot at the base.”

“Your wolf heritage shows up well here,” remarks Kiru as he breaks the kiss to give the knot a little squeeze, his fingers slipping across it due to its slick nature, which causes Viratan to let out a needy moan.

Glephnir grunts, “Who told you to speak? You can’t kiss if you are speaking.”

“Sorry Master!” Kiru replies as he goes face first into the kiss, tilting his head to the side to make it even deeper.

“Better, better, keep yourselves exposed and turned to me so I can see,” he commands as the two dragons turn slightly in his direction. Their throbbing members rubbing and pressing against the other. Viratan has one hand caressing Kiru’s butt, while the one close to his dragon Master is reaching down to gently fondle his fellow dragon’s scaled nutsack as he lets Kiru rub and massage their cocks together. The two throbbing dicks grind and rub against each other like two swords dueling with one another.

“Yes… yes that’s it, just grind, tease, hold each other, just like that. Show each other just how slutty you are to one another,” he growls in self enjoyment as he gently rubs his own length, letting his fingers soak in his fluids as he squeezes out more juicy pre-cum.

Eventually there is a knock on the door, “Okay sluts why don’t you get that, my hands are a little busy.”

The two break the kiss, “Now?” asks Viratan.

“Like this?” Kiru adds in as a pink blush appears over his cheeks.

“Yes, we’re dragons, we have no shame!” Glephnir declares.

“Well you don’t…” Kiru trails off.

Glephnir grins, “I know,” as the door knocks again.

Viratan breaks the embrace his crotch covered in pre-cum as his cock twitches in the cool air, “I’ll get it,” as he goes to the door and opens it, blocking most of his body with the door as he peeks over the side to see three salandits each holding a box that looks too big for them to carry on their own as they lean back to try to keep balance.

“Delivery for you.”

“Yes come in,” Viratan turns his head to the others, “It’s the delivery.”

Glephnir smirks, “Excellent,” he replies as the three salandits come marching in, “There a way to tell which suit does what?”

“Yes, this one here is the different one. They have preset time use and everything else built in. Each has a set of instructions in the box, please enjoy,” the head salandit says as they place the boxes off to the side before departing.

“Oh, we will,” Glephnir chuckles as he looks at the other two before motioning for them to bring him his box, “Good sluts,” he says as Kiru places the box beside him. The three open them to reveal a thin metal case. They click the case open revealing a soft cushion interior mold, but within that space is a shiny smooth faced, purple-black featureless dragon face, the iconic look of the Cynder Drones from the book.

Kiru’s eyes light up as he runs his fingers across the smooth rubber head, his cock growing even harder at the touch as Viratan is in a same state of mind, his wings fluttering as he feels up the mask.

Glephnir picks up his mask which is heavier than it appears, “Feels like this head piece is several pounds too heavy,” he remarks as he looks at the other two just as Kiru asks.

“These are the heads do they come with suits? You said something about feral models?”

Glephnir reaches into the box and pulls out the small instruction booklet, “It comes with instructions, it would be a good idea to read them before using,” as he starts to flip through the book muttering a few words, “Thank you for choosing Toys-4-U mobile drone suiting headpieces… please note that…. Do not… please ensure… ah here it is. The head contains the suit which rolls across and forms around the user. Feral designs will fit and form around the user allowing comfortable movement as if a feral. We should be able to do this role play idea of mine no problem.”

Viratan places the mask in his lap hiding his arousal as he asks, “What’s the idea?”

“You two are my lovely Cynder Drones which I get to fuck, but its really a trap to lure me into a false sense of security which you then proceed to drone me after I have… expended my energy, I struggle, lose and join the drone ranks as a superior ranking drone.”

Kiru raises a hand, “Um, but aren’t Cynder Drones supposed to represent total equality?”

“Yes, but this is fantasy, and it’s based off a fictional book, not real life. We can bend the rules a bit can’t we? It's how I ordered the suits.”

Kiru nods, “Sounds good, I always wanted to do droning, especially when Toys-4-U released the drone stuff a few years ago. But damn that stuff is expensive, but I can see why…”

Glephnir grins as he places his drone hood beside the bed, “Now my lovely sluts become my lovely drones.”

Kiru tenses as he hugs the mask, “Y-yes Master.”

Viratan lifts the mask up looking into the smooth faceless dragon face, his cock twitching as his wings spread slightly, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Do it in unison like good drone sluts you will be,” Glephnir commands.

“Yes Master,” the two reply as then turn to face him as they hold the heavy rubber headpieces in their hands. They glance at each other and give a nod as they slip them on. The rubber cushioning seems to grab and pull at their heads as they pop them in, plunging their world into darkness as Glephnir resumes rubbing himself as he sees his two friends now with faceless Cynder Drone heads.

A few lights flash in front of their faces as they hear a soft-spoken monotone voice, “Users detected. Welcome to Toys-4-U Cynder Drone series drone hood. Settings have been set by the owner: The Mistress. These settings cannot be changed. Duration of use, 4hrs. If you accept this please say yes.”

“Yes,” the two say into the masks.

“Compliance detected. Initiating dronining. Please remain calm as this process may take up to twenty-minutes.”

Viratan wings twitch, “Twenty minutes?”

Kiru murrs, “Sounds lovely.”

The masks say to them, “Initiating stage one. Physical Cynder Droning,” reports the voice as the rubber head squeezes along their own, soon filling their nostrils and maws with goopy rubber, providing breathing holes and cool air circulation as more rubber oozes out of the top of the mask and crawls down their bodies. The warm rubber feels like they are dipping into a hot bath that is almost too hot… almost.

Glephnir watches as he sees the rubber slide across their bodies, hiding their scales under sleek black and magenta rubber. Farther and farther it goes as it envelops their chests and arms as he sees the two in almost perfect unison drop to their knees and get onto their hands as they follow the command given to them within the hood.

The rubber moves with a purpose, small latex tendrils are seen gripping their fingers as they are morphed into feral dragon claws. The rubber jumping up from their backs and at the wing joint to coat their wings in a thin layer of rubber as the sensation causes them to spread their wings wide as if about to take flight.

Pleasure rushes through them as the rubber creeps along at a steady pace. As the rubber flows around their sides, and legs, their crotches are coated in the soothing rubber. At first part of their members dangle out of the sea of shiny latex like the front of a sinking ship, but rubber tendrils shoot out from the rubber, pulling the cocks into the warm rubber.

Glephnir hears soft moans escape from the masks as they hump into the air, the pleasure around the two dragons’ nether regions increasing. Caressed, rubbed, kept on edge, the rubber holds their members hostage to their own lustful desires as the latex slips into their rears adding to their wanting sexual delights. But once the rubber envelops their legs and tails they feel a new sensation, a one of being lifted off the ground. Held in place like a mobile vacbed where the rubber squeezes and holds them in bondage. Their true bodies are lifted inches up off the ground as Cynder Drones stand side by side on four legs as they grow and fill out to be slightly larger than Glephnir’s own form.

Glephnir moans as he almost rubs one out before pulling his claws away at the very last moment, “No, no I can’t do that, that will ruin my fun with my slutty drones,” he remarks as he pulls out the instruction booklet and gives a quick read through, “Oh… says here the full droning takes perhaps twenty minutes to complete. The physical portion is stage one. There are neural inhibitors and excitors that help one truly feel in character to the settings set. How lovely,” he remarks as he sees emerging out of the rubber a golden looking necklace with red gem, completing the physical look of the Cynder Drone.

“Initiating Stage 2. Cynder Drone Indocturnation.”

Kiru moans as he thinks “Yes Please.”

Viratan shivers and bucks into the tight binding rubber which prevents any movement, “Ohhh… yes…”

A white fuzz appears before their eyes. White noise fills their ears, “No thoughts are blissful. Good drones do not think. Drones obey. Drones follow orders. Pleasure in thoughtlessness…” the voice speaks as they feel a tingle in their minds. At first they instinctively think on the words but it becomes harder to do with each passing moment.

Soon it is so easy to just not think, and the moment their thoughtless state entered their minds they felt a surge of pleasure. They shivered as their cocks ached and twitched in delight within its warm rubber bondage.

“No thoughts. Simple drones. Thoughtless drones. Good drones. Good drones…. Thoughtless detected for one minute. Initiating stage three. Cynder Drone Programming.”

“Equality is bliss. All must be equal. Good drones are equal. Drones equally serve Master. Searching for Master… Master Glephnir detected. Serve Master Glephnir. Make equal when Master has enjoyed self.,” the programming goes as a small model of their own Cynder Drone bodies appear before them, “Programming erogenous zones…”

Kiru and Viratan shiver in mindless bliss, accepting their programming as pleasure is rewarded into their minds and bodies, “Running diagnostics… superficial drone programming complete. Drone ready for service.”

Kiru’s gem glows and a few seconds later Viratan’s does. The two take a step forward as Kiru says in a monotone female synthesized voice, “Cynder Drone 0069 ready for service.”

Viratan speaks, “Cynder Drone 6900 ready for service.” The drone’s faces remain featureless as they speak, the sound just comes out of their bodies with no visible source.

Glephnir growls domineeringly as he rubs his claws together, “I love that voice, it's so perfect and drone-like, 0069 grind against my needy cock moving from your head up to your crotch, 6900 get over me so I can give your crotch a delightful taste, but not before I feel that lovely smooth face and body of yours.”

The two drones say in unison, “Yes Master. We will serve you equally.”

Glephnir turns onto his back spreading his legs, “That is what I like to hear,” as 0069 moves over to the base of the bed, one of her rubber claws grasps Glephnir’s massive throbbing length, her rubber claws shine even brighter with his fluids as she gives the member an affectionate nuzzle with her drone face causing an audible squeak. The feral dragon moans happily as he reaches out for 6900, he caresses and feels her smooth rubber face as he moves in to kiss it before he gives it a lick, tasting a sweet rubber along his tongue, with the ever so subtle taste of fruit on the skin.

Glephnir bucks against 0069 as he brings 6900 closer, the scent of rubber and sex growing ever thicker in the air as its mixed with a stronger scent of fruit that tries to overcome it. Arousal increases as stress fades from Glephnir’s body.

The two drones feel every touch, every tease, pleasure streaming into their minds and forms, they see in their HUD hoods everything, even when Glephnir or his cock rub against the section that would be considered their eyes.

“Yes, yes, my sweet drones keep it up, grind yourselves against me,” Glephnir commands with a long trailing pleasure growl, his body bucks up against 0069 as she rubs his cock against her body as she slides up along it, leaving a trail of pre-cum down the center of her chest till the length rubs against her smooth Cynder Drone Crotch. No gender to speak of, no spot to slip into just sleek smooth rubber that 0069 presses Glephnir’s cock against grinding hard with a squeak.

All the while 6900 climbs onto the bed, causing it to squeak with the added weight while Glephnir nuzzles and licks across the rubber skin, taking into the delightful scent till he reaches that same smooth crotch that the other drone has. He grips and kneads the drone’s rump who gives out a monotone voiced moan as she grinds herself against his face.

“Such good drones,” Glephnir chuckles as he gives another lick and nibble, which sends pleasure shooting through 6900’s body and mind.

“Good drones obey,” the words whisper into Viratan’s mind as he’s rewarded for being a good female-like genderless smooth crotch Cynder drone. The play continuing for about an hour with more grinding and teasing, Glephnir being careful to keep on edge when his eyes light up, “Drones at attention.”

The two Cynder drones slip off of their Master with a soft squeak, their bodies creak as they stand side by side facing him, “Yes Master,” they reply.

Glephnir slips onto his feet, as he stretches his wings and cracks his neck, “0069 on your back where I was, 6900 on top of her, I want you two to press your crotches tight together and give me a lovely sweet hole I can fuck,” he smirks as he walks around the two drones who remain looking forward.

“Yes Master!” they reply in their monotone voices as they move into position. The two drones nuzzle and press their smooth rubber bodies against one another, their arms slide across, legs interlock, wings wrap each other as they press harder and harder. Glephnir’s claws tap against the ground, the sound muffled by the carpet as he gets behind the two drones, their tails hanging off the bed. The bottom drone pulls its tail down while the other pulls it up to reveal the tightly squeezing rubbing crotches, a thin crease revealing the point of entry for his throbbing eager cock.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls as he slips his cock in between the two crotches. His dripping member spurts some pre-cum onto the tightly grinding crotches. He grips the drone’s sleek rubber hips, his toes pressing into into the carpet, the bed creaking under the sudden extra weight before thrusting himself into the tight space the two drones provide.

The two drones feel the extra warmth and increased pressure caused by the cock massaging along their sleek crotches. The sound of rubber rubbing against flesh fills the room as Glephnir proceeds to pound into the hole. Over and over again his body slams against the two drones, Glephnir’s wings extend outward as he lets out deep pleasuring growl as the space where the three meet becomes slick and wet with ever increasing gobs of male juices.

Glephnir grunts as his member twitches within the artificial hole formed. The two drones feel ever increasing level of delights and pleasure through their bodies as they feel Glephnir get closer and closer to his inevitable climax. With a primal roar, Glephnir’s wings spread out to their fullest extend as hot stream of cum flood the spaces between the two Cynder drones. Wave after wave of thick translucent white seed is pumped between them causing the two drone’s bodies to squeak even louder now with the extra sudden lubricant along their lower undersides.

Glephnir pants heavily as he leans against the rumps of the two drones, that look at each other and give themselves a passionate nuzzle as they state in unison, “We hope you have equally enjoyed the pleasure we have given you as you have given us,” as the two drone’s break from their embrace and let the panting dragon land onto the bed as his wings fold back once more against his body, “Hmm yes that was amazing I always wanted to do that.”

“And we are pleased you enjoyed, its time you enjoy the pleasure like us. We are to make everything equal,” they say as 0069 climbs onto Glephnir’s back and pin down his limbs. Glephnir squirms, “Hey what? I was thinking I just relax here a bit, what are you doing?”

6900 reaches and grabs the Cynder drone hood, “You will join us. Embrace equality.”

“Equality? No, I am your Master!” he sarcastically says, giving a poor excuse of acting as he wiggles underneath 0069 before the sleek rubber drone hood is placed onto his head.

“No... no… no!” he poorly yells out with a shit eating grin he can’t get rid of before the drone hood slips onto his head. The tight rubber hood grips onto his body as it pops into place. The rubber soon runs across his form, hiding his fur and scales in a rushing wave of rubber. His Masculine form becoming hidden under sleek latex and over the next several minutes his body is transformed into a slightly larger Cynder drone than the two that are holding him down.

“You will join us. Become good drone like us. All will be made equal. Become equal,” the two drones say over and over as the pleasure rushes into Glephnir’s mind as his thoughts slow to a stop, as the second stage kicks in, his golden necklace with red gem appears around his neck as he is driven deeper and deeper into drone hood. The two Cynder drones release him as he goes through the motions of his droneification.

Helpless Glephnir eagerly accepts his downfall and role reversal. His mind is pulled ever deeper into drone hood, deeper into obedience, deeper into equality. It feels so good, so delightful to not think, to just obey.

“Drone is a good drone. Drone is equal. Drone is a Cynder Drone. Drone obeys. Drone does not think. It simply obeys its programming,” repeats the programming into his mind as he takes a full eighteen minutes for him to fully succumb to his personalized Cynder drone programming. The other two drones stand at the edge of the bed and look at the faceless drone that pushes up to its feet. It turns to look at its fellow drones as it states in a monotone voice, “Cyder Drone Queen 6969 is now active. Greeting fellow equal drones. Thank you for showing me the blissfulness of equality.”

The drones respond in monotone unison, “It is our pleasure our queen. We serve you equally as you serve us,” as they bow before turning around and lifting their tails to show off their smooth crotches their voices now being transmitted rather than spoken to provide the total psychic communication Cynder drone experience.

“Yes…” 6969 mutters it lowers its head and gives the first crotch a slow tender nuzzle, rubbing itself against as Kiru shivers in greater and greater pleasure, his body on the edge of climax… till the rubbing grew too much and he releases his load. His hot sticky spunk is taken by the rubber, pulling it in, as on the outside there is no change. Simply a needy Cynder drone ready to serve and do more.

6969, senses the climax and repeats the process with 6900. Viratan felt his draco-canine hybrid cock release a torrent of seed as his crotch is rubbed. The dragon moans deeply but his voice is silenced under the tight rubber. The drone queen makes sure she rubs 6900’s crotch in equal measure to that of 0069.

Once done 6969 leans back onto the bed spreading her legs to show off her smooth sleek rubber drone crotch, “You may both equally pleasure your equality queen,” she says into their ‘minds’.

The two smaller Cynder drones nod, “Yes as you request our Queen of Equality,” as the two drones press their bodies up against each other, grinding themselves against the other as they press their heads against one another to then nuzzle and massage their heads squeakily against the larger drone’s crotch.

6969, runs her claws along the fellow Cynder drones’ heads, caressing them, pressing them against her needy pleasurable crotch. The two done’s press against the sleek crotch with a loud squeak. They shift their bodies to their sides, so they may once again grind and rub their bellies and crotches against the other in pure bliss. The three drones starting a long trend of teasing, pleasuring each other as they climax into their rubber Cynder suits again and again.

This continued on for the next three hours and five minutes when suddenly the two Cynder drones pull away from their Cynder drone queen’s embrace as they state, “Our time as at an end, now initiating desuiting process,” they state into the queen’s mind.

6969 nods, “Acknowledged,” she responds as she lays on the bed rubbing her needy delightfully smooth crotch over and over as over the next ten minutes Kiru and Viratan are slowly brought back to their state of mind. Their bodies exhausted but feeling euphoric sensation flooring over them.

“Full mental capabilities returned. All thought processes are within expected safety parameters,” the hood says to the two as the rubber rolled off their bodies, receding back into the drone hood. Showing off their sleek scales their half flaccid cocks and the scent of rubber just soaked into their bodies, “You may remove the hood. Thank you again for using Toys-4-U products. We hope you enjoyed your experience,” says the voice as the two dragons weakly pull off their hoods.

Viratan collapses onto the floor with a heavy pant, “I never experienced something so lovely before… I wouldn’t mind another go and it just ended.”

Kiru sitting a foot away from him nods, “Yeah, took the words out of my mouth… wait… isn’t…” Kiru looks over to the Cynder drone queen who is no longer rubbing herself but standing over two weakened dragons.

“Hello sluts. You are to be made equal before me, like all Cynder Drones, all must be made equal,” she says in a monotone voice as she grips their cocks and gives them a firm but tender rub. Their sensitive flesh causes them to grow to full erectness within a matter of seconds as they let out a moan along with a dry climax.

“B-but. We are exhausted Master!” Kiru cries out.

Viratan moans, “My legs feel like jelly… I can’t play anymore.”

The Cynder drone queen squeezes their cocks, “You two will worship my equality before I make you into good Cynder drones just like me,” she states in a monotone voice as she releases their members and caresses the back of their heads. 6969’s claws runs across their head scales before he shoves their heads against her massive smooth crotch, “Serve me, my soon to be drones.”

Kiru and Viratan feel themselves thrust into the Cynder’s smooth rubber crotch, its warmth washes over their faces as its sweet rubber scent fills their nostrils, “Lick and worship equality,” 6969 commands in a monotone voice as the two pant heavily before responding.

“Yes Master,” as they nuzzle and lick across, tasting the sweet rubber against their tongues, glistening rubber as they continue their play for the remainder of Glephnir’s Cynder drone suit. Four hours earlier someone else was informed of what happened.

In an upscale restaurant, soft music is played by a band as everyone dressed there is dressed in fancy suits, tuxedos, dresses and the like. That is save for two who are sitting in the very center of the restaurant. The first is a salazzle, that looks much like other salazzles except her magenta glowing markings have a trace of blue around them and wherever her pink underside meets her darker lavender colored skin. Dressed in fine silks that are draped around her body, held onto her by golden rings on her center fingers and elegantly dressed around the rest of her body. The silks so thin and soft that it is easy to see her glowing marking underneath as her skin shines like latex. She occasionally glances around to see guests admiring her form but also her guest. A black and cyan rubber sergal dressed only in cuffs and collar. The collar has a simple silver tag while the cuffs, black at the center with cyan trimming have glowing cyan lettering that says “Fuck Toy.”

“This one thanks you for treating this one to dinner. It was not expecting to go such a fancy place. This one has always been curious about them.”

The salazzle grins, “Oh? You never been? Someone like yourself?”

“This one doesn’t get out often, it normally does business day in and day out.”

The salazzle nods, “How dreadful. It's always important to get out and let loose at times, but I can understand the importance of business,” she replies as her phone vibrates, “Speaking of business…” she pulls out her blue and magenta colored phone. She touches the screen which lights up showing a picture of her form, as she slides her fingers across the screen and quickly unlocks it. She reads a text from “Salandit Slut 361,” which reads, “The guests orders have been prepared and delivered as you commanded Mistress.”

A grin forms across her face as she puts the phone back as the sergal toy leans forward with a squeak, wiggling its rump curious, “Was it a good message then? You were smiling about.”

The salazzle nods, “Yes, yes it was.”

“Yay, this one loves it when it gets good messages. Though all it’s gotten from one of its toys today was, I-toy did this. I-toy was going to drown the customers, I-toy is scary. Help this one is being kidnapped by I-toy. Pair of toys are so amusing,” it responds with a squeak.

“I suppose so. Having a set of darling play things does sound like a lovely idea. I might have to try that myself.”

“You should it's so much fun,” K-2003 says with a big toothy grin as it resumes its meal.