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A purple and white bellied female sergal walks into her college dormitory, jacket zipped up hiding the plain black sweater underneath. Her slightly loose fitting blue jeans give her the rest of her protection from the cold weather outside.

“It snowed on my birthday, it’s March and we get six inches of snow!” she grumbles as she carries her overstuffed backpack that is wrapped around her shoulder deeper into her place, closing the door behind her with her long fluffy ended tail. With a deep breath and a long closed eye sigh she tosses the backpack off to the side, “Toy! I’m home! Did you have a good day?” she yells out as she starts to look around, her ears folding back as she calls out again, “Toy? Toy?”

She peeks into her toy’s room. It’s squeaky clean, bed sheets made, a small personal charge pod in the corner, desk organized with some of its school books sitting there waiting to be read, but no toy, “Where did that sweet little squeaker go?” she mutters to herself as she goes into the room over, her room. Her eyes go wide when she sees her room, “Toy…”

She sees everything has been organized, cleaned, bed sheets made, though the parts of her “organized mess” remained untouched, “You shouldn’t have..” she mutters again but then a simple box with a cyan bow on top sits on her bed with a folded card on top. Like a feline to a laser light the sergal’s curiosity makes her almost leap onto it, but her self-restraint is just enough that she just inspects the long rectangle box. In golden writing, written in a fancy calligraphy that is almost too fancy to read, it says on the cover, “To: Mistress Silent Jumper.”

Silent smiles as she opens up the card and continues to read, “This one likes to wish you a happy birthday! Happy Birthday Mistress! This one is so glad to have an owner like you. You have taught this one much, and this one knows what you like! So here is a gift for you! That toy knows you will just love! Sincerely K-2003.” Silent smiles, “Awe toy, you’re so sweet.” she mutters as she then notices more. “P.S. If toy is not here of the time you read this, wait for it to return. It has a class project with some classmates it needs to do. It apologies for its tardiness on your special day.”

Silent chuckles, “Such a sweet thing,” as she runs her fingers across the package. It is unwrapped, simple brown container with a lid on top, the bow made of rubber shines in the light, “Okay toy, I’ll wait,” she says as she goes over to her bottom draw pulling out a pair of purple cuffs and slips them on as she thinks, “Wish I had the guts to wear these outside like toy… then again she walks outside naked… maybe not.”

Heading back into the living room Silent picks up her backpack with a soft grunt, “Might as well start studying,” she mutters unenthusiastically, her shoulders drooping as she almost drags the bag back to her room. She pulls up a chair cracks open a rather hefty calculus book, a well-used notebook, she flips through page after page of heavily written and at times crossed out, scribbled, re-written math problems next to the original and about two thirds of the way in she gets to a blank page.

One hour passes, two. The pristine page is a shadow of what it once was and now have joined the other pages in the menagerie of seemingly unsolvable math problems. Silent’s tail flicks behind her ever quickening, her ears folded back as she looks at the book back at her work, back at the book, back at her work, grunting to herself, as she grits her teeth together, “Arg! The teacher didn’t cover this at all! Why is it the homework!” she declares pushing herself away from the desk, causing the desk to rattle slightly. “I need a break,” she grunts as she stands up and heads out of the room but stops just as she enters the door frame. She looks back at the box sitting on her bed sheets, “It’s been a while… Toy should have--” There was sudden ping on her cellphone. Pulling it out of her pocket Silents sees the name K-2003.

“Hello Mistress! Happy Birthday! This one is still working with the others. They seem to be distracted… toy doesn’t know why. It will be another hour or two at the most till it gets home. Hope you are doing well and having a birthday as awesome as you are! Oh! Toy left something on your bed, don’t open it till toy gets there! Your humble toy, K-2003.”

Silent smiles as she texts back, “Thank you toy. Good luck on your school project. I am sure you will do well.”

“Thank you Mistress!”

Silent turns and walks over to the edge of the bed, “An hour or two? I suppose a little look can’t hurt,” she says with a shameful grin as she walks over to the package. Lifting the top reveals a slick black but not a dark black, its lighter in color than one would expect smooth faced rubber sergal hood.

“Toy… you’re so sweet… kinky but sweet,” Silent smiles as she places the lid off to the side and grabs the hood. It feels much heavier than what she expected, but as she looks it over it appears to be completely smooth, no face, no nostrils that one can see, a total faceless drone hood. A rush of pleasure runs through Silent as her building frustration aches, wanting to be free. The sensation grows as she runs her fingertips along the sleek featureless surface, “Its a sergal head. Turning it around Silent sees an opening along the underside, the hood is designed to simply be slipped onto one’s head.

“A little bit to get my mind off of math won’t hurt. Toy will understand, toy understands everything… except common sense,” she trails off as Silent starts to strip, tossing her clothes off to the side with excitement, soon revealing her supple female form, her clit hood twitching and running across her own warm sex as the sensation builds within her. Her toes curl as she grabs the hood from the bed once again, “This is going to be so much fun,” she squeals as she slips the hood on.

Like a thick rubber foam glove it runs across Silent’s head. The weight of the hood noticeable on her head as it seems to grip and help itself slip around her nogging, finally popping into place with relative ease. The rubber flows under her chin and neck encasing her completely as she takes quick excited breaths, warming the hood.

“A little hard to breath… maybe I should wait to see how to use this th--” Suddenly there standard block text appearing in front of Silent’s eyes.

“User detected. Initiating auto fitting.”

Silent mutters, “Of course.” As the rubber gripped around Silents head, holding it firmly yet sensually. The rubber contoured to every curve of Silent’s face, as then rubber tendrils went up her nose, almost causing her to sneeze, her cracked open mouth was soon stuffed with a dildo as she could feel something slipping into her ears.

Instinctive panic overtakes her as she runs her hands across the hood, her fingers finding nothing but smooth rubber as sweet scented air is pushed into her lungs, as she breathes, “Re-oxygenating air system, system online.”

The panic starts to fade for just a moment when she feels the tight grip sensation of the rubber move down her neck and body. Silent jumps in shock and tenses up as it flows down her form. Her world is in complete darkness, she hears nothing. She only sees text in front of her state, “Auto-suiting initiating”

The rubber rolls down her body like hot flowing chocolate fountain flowing chocolate over a strawberry. Slipping between her breasts, dripping, gripping, slithering their way down her form. Silent pants heavily yet is never out of breath, the air flowing through her nostrils is just enough as it makes its way down her fingertips, belly, running across her crotch. The warm rubber grips her clit hood and sex, filling it with a rather full rubber dildo. Silent shivers as she rushes her now rubber fingers down to the sensation as she falls back onto the bed missing the box by mere inches. Silent rubs to find the rubber has created a smooth crotch, and with that she notices her rump filled, stretched and plugged in kind. She bucks her hips up in delight as the rubber slides along her tail, legs, smoothing out every feature of her body as she moans out in silence. She hears nothing but she can feel the vibrations of her own rubber body making her her only what her body can physically hear via touch. Within a few more moments the rubber’s spread encompasses every inch of her body, leaving her wondering, “What do I look like?”

Text appears in front of Silent’s face, “Thought detected. Initiating drone training.”

Silent’s eyes go wide, “What?”

The rubber around her head feels tighter but not painfully so, it feels more embracing, caressing than anything else as slow pulsating colors run across Silent’s gaze, subtle vibrations go into Silent’s head as she feels a tingle in the back of her mind. “Drone does not think. Drone is an object. Drone is a drone. Drone acts when need to. Drone is below a toy. It has no self thought. It has only pleasure in service,” Silent reads as she squirms before standing up and walking blindly forward as her hands touch the door frame, her body knocking over a few minor objects along the way.

“No, no, no. Why would my toy get me something like this!” she thinks as she felt not pain but difficulty. Like her thoughts were no longer smooth walking but going through a pool of deep water. Once the thought was over and Silent blindly moved and stumbled out of her room she did not think of anything for a second or two and in those seconds she felt a wave of blissful pleasure rush over her, it was almost orgasmic.

“Drone does not think,” the words say over the bright wonderful colors in Silent’s gaze.

“Toy… I have to get my phone. Text toy. It will know what to do!” she thinks as the feels the pleasure fade away completely when she started to think again. Searching, searching for her pants outside of her room. Thoughts escape Silent once again as she focuses on what she is doing rather than thinking and with it pleasure resumes. It makes her shiver and silently moan out.

“Drones do not think.”

Desire rushes through her as she tries to rub her smooth crotch, the pleasure fading the moment she attempts to, “Drones do not pleasure themselves. Drones pleasure others in service.”

On all fours Silent crawls across the floor, “Need to find my cell phone… Toy was the… la...last one… to text… will be… … easy to… to…. Text…. Back,” Silent thinks as her words though there, took effort, it was draining, difficult. She resumes her search knowing what to do, she once again stops thinking.

Pleasure rushes through Silent, wonderful, delightful pleasure across her form. Nipples hard within the suit, sex twitching, mouth suckling, it was all around her. Encompassing her every form, but whenever a thought, a difficult to process make thought entered her head, it went away, that wanton lustful bliss was gone. After twenty-five minutes of searching for the cell phone in vain, thinking of where she threw the pants, where in her blind state she could locate it, she stopped thinking about it all together. Silent continued to look but it started to become an automated process of finding the phone. Pleasure continued to wash over her. It was simple to just… not to think.

Twenty-five more minutes went by as Silent searched, feeling the pleasure, feeling the delight, the wonderful colors and repeating words “Drones do not think. Drones obey. Drones follow programming.” when it changed. “No thought detected over designated period. Proceeding to stage two. Stop all activity and await owner assigning.”

Silent stops where she is, halfway on the bed, rump in the air, hands spread across the bed, the box knocked over long ago in her searching. Five minutes pass with silence, “No owner detected. Defaulting to factory preset ownership. Toys-4-U: K-2003. Awaiting command drone period.”

Silent knew who to obey, but did not think about it, it was now instinct, the words told her what to do. She did not think, she obeyed. It brought blissful pleasure and after five more minutes, “No period specified. Auto-time release disabled.”

Silent for a brief moment thought of worry but the moment the pleasure faded from her in an attempt to form this difficult thought, she stopped and the pleasure resumed, “Drone processing complete. Enabling sound and video.”

With that Silent could see again, the world had a very slight fishbowl look to it, the sound of her subtle movements on the bed reaching her ears as she saw new words appear in the top corners of her HUD view of the world, “Drone will await for owner, standing at attention where it stands.”

Silent simple did what it was told. Slipping off the bed and standing where it was facing towards the door as it waited for the next hour and a half, unmoving, unthinking, locked into a state of total bliss.

K-2003 pops into the door it's backpack wrapped around its naked rubbery body, bits of unmelted snow still cling to its form, as the black and cyan rubber fuck toy holding a bag in its other hand yells out, “Mistress, this one is home. It apologies for being late. The snow is just dreadful,” practically skips into the house, rump swaying side to side, tail slightly hiked as it looks around.

“Mistress?” K-2003 calls out again as it’s ears twitch, its body squeaks softly as it moves into the kitchen placing down the first bag and then looking through the dorm, “Mistress? You home?” it calls out as it walks to the front of Silent’s room and sees the sergal drone standing before it. The smooth faceless rubber drone with deep purple stripes along the outer shoulders and arms, and inner thighs, the stripes containing a synthetic hexagonal silver rubber. K-2003 smiles, “Mistress, toy said to wait for this one before you try that on,” K-2003 takes its bag and tosses it into its room where it lands on its bed with a thud as it slides and hits the far wall.

Silent sees its Toy--owner. Text appears in front of its vision, “Drone does not act. Drone responds to commands. Drone’s pleasure is from fulfilling commands.” By now the addictive pleasure was now the new base level, and the drone felt down in its mind unthinkingly that it wanted the new high.

K-2003 walks over to its owner, the cuffs that she was wearing still on the outside of Silent’s now drone body, “This is a prototype and toy wanted to gift you the experience of trying it out. It is still a year or two from complete development, but X-2953 assures this one that is at least ready for early user testing. How does it feel Mistress?” K-2003 asks it looks over Silent’s body.

Silent does not respond as K-2003 runs its rubber fingers along Silent’s body, which to Silent feel like little light up areas of pleasure. Silent subtly moves to the touch her body instinctively pressing back, but she remains silent as K-2003 continues to inspect it.

K-2003 runs its cyan claws along the drone’s back, along its owner’s back, “Not responding? Oh yes, these are a silent model, hard to get voices in this feature and level of development… right, right you respond to drone, don’t you?”

Text appears in front of Silent’s vision, “Drone will nod to answer inquiry.”

Silent nods silently as K-2003 wiggles its rump in excitement, “Yes, that seems to be working, though… no gender or fun pleasure, toy hopes you are having fun in that… but to be sure, why don’t you let this one test your form till you can no longer contain your bliss, then it will get you out of there.”

Text appears, “New command received. Drone will allow owner to do what it wishes with body. Upon internal climax, drone will be released according to new releases parameters set. Drone will nod to show acceptance”

Silent nods as K-2003 squeaks happily, “There we go,” it slips onto the bed and reaches around squeezing the drone’s smooth breasts with obvious nipples. K-2003’s fingers run across the mounds, finger tips pinching and squeezing at the nipples as K-2003 runs its head along Silent-drone’s shoulder, along her head.

Silent feels every millimeters of K-2003’s grip along her body, the toy’s breasts pressing up against its back, its head on her shoulder, the tight grip of her breasts cause her to throw her head back and moan in delight. K-2003 feels the vibration underneath the suit of Silent moaning out, but hears nothing. K-2003 squeezes and rubs the breasts together, tugging at the nipples between two of its fingers, with long squeaks. K-2003 leans back into the bed causing it and the Silent-drone to fall back with a bouncy squeak. K-2003 wraps its legs around its droned-owner and spreads the legs wide revealing that sleek featureless crotch.

“That’s it drone, enjoy this one’s touch, cum when this one commands it.”

Silent sees the new parameters, “Climax locked till owner commands.”

K-2003’s claws move away from Silent-drone’s breasts and along the sides, the hexagonal patterns there light up with a light purple along the edges of each hexagon that K-2003 touches, the pleasure burning bright for Silent there, and fading down back to the original levels as the light on the outside follows this trend.

Steadily K-2003 reaches down, stretching over Silent-drone’s body and over to her crotch, the claw tips run across where the opening would be, causing the real sex to squeeze down hard on its dildo plug, its clit hood withering in a near painful level of bliss as her body would have climaxed a hundred fold with this but remained held back.

Silent, thoughtless, just feels the pleasure, the touch, all of her mind focused on what she is doing, what she is feeling. No thoughts, no worries, no concerns, stress long gone from her form as she just exists as an object of pleasurable existence. The hot sun burning bliss between her legs grows ever hotter as K-2003 rubs its hand across the smooth crotch with a loud creaking squeak. Silent instinctively thrusts up into the hands, its tail coiling around K-2003’s body as, K-2003 feels the soundless moaning vibrations rumbling through Silent’s body.

“Good drone, such a good drone, this one knows how much you’d love to be like this forever. A good thoughtless drone, not thinking… not wanting to do anything but to serve…” K-2003 says as it rubs Silent’s drone crotch ever harder, “But if toy does that, who would be the wonderful owner that this one has? A little vacation from yourself is nice isn’t it? Asides…” K-2003 looks over at Silent’s desk, “You have a lot of school work to do,” as it then looks back at the moaning drone, “Cum drone, feel your release and be released.”

There was nothing… not to K-2003 as it saw Silent thrust up over and over in a seemingly endless climax, its body shaking along its entire form as it pressed hard against K-2003, but to Silent, the level of bliss was just too much for her mind to register, it simply remained a delightful nothingness and the next thing she knew she was naked on the bed beside K-2003 as it gently rubbed her belly.

Silent blinks several times her head felt hazy yet good, her body weak and spent, “T-toy?”

K-2003 smiles, “It's okay Mistress. Everything is fine, it is glad you enjoyed the Drone-hood, but this one can see it has a lot of kinks to work out with it. It will be taking it back to be further worked on, but the data gathered is sure to be very helpful for future development… how do you feel?”

Silent gives off a soft sergal-pur, “Great… yet so very weak.”

“Yes, this one can see you spent a lot of energy…, come this one has a surprise for you,” K-2003 says as it gently picks Silent up in its arms.

Silent groans slightly, “I don’t think I can handle any more of your surprises sweetie.”

K-2003 gently carries Silent out of the room and into the well lit hallway, Silent grunts and squints as she is blinded, “This one knows you will like it,” it says as Silent continues to close her eyes as they take time to adjust to the light. Silent feels herself suddenly but gently turned upright, her rump finding purchase in a familiar kitchen chair. As Silent blinks several times the blurred vision clears and in front of her she sees a simple white frosting cake with purple candy gel writing on it that is written in simple cursive, “Happy Birthday Mistress!” and in the center is a single candle which K-2003 proceeds to light and then sing the (im)famous birthday song.

Silent looks up at K-2003 who sings rather heartily as she can’t help but smile, “What a sweet thing,” she thinks as K-2003 finishes the song.

“Make a wish Mistress!”

Silent says nothing, thinks nothing feeling a tingle of bliss of doing so echoing through her form as she takes a deep breath and blows out the candle.