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Archangel's Guardian V1.3

By Ember_Kamura

Wordcount: 7,602

The following kinks are contained within this story:

-Anthro Wolf —> Anthro Wolf Drone/Robot

-Non-consensual

-Permanent

-Milking

-Sounding

-Watersports (very minimal)

-Latex

-Hypnosis/Brainwashing/Mind Control

-Assimilation/Roboticization

-Electrostimulation

-Penetration

Inspirations include:

“Lost" by Sonic_Wolfe; General idea

“Sansenite's Fantasies - Special 2" by SLaveDog554; Brainwashing scene

“Roboticizing the wolf" by Wolfboy1; General idea

“VAC Online: Player Decro" by TwistedSnakes; Brainwashing scene

Special Thanks:

May (Rellin) Quill; For the critique.

Kiryu; For the thumbnail and artwork.

Sonic_Wolfe; For the idea and for being a good friend to me.

adagiodajiang; For the critique.

TwistedSnakes; for helping me figure out how to fit in the images while staying within FA's file size limit.

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“Resh-13, give me a sitrep."

The cracked pavement crunched beneath Ember's paws as he and his squad walked through the seemingly abandoned town of New Volkstead. What was once a thriving midwestern American community had now fallen into a state of great dilapidation and disrepair after an evacuation order had been put into effect under the guise of a chemical spill. He and his squad of Bio-Soldiers - genetically modified animal supersoldiers used by the Blue Horizon corporation, had been sent here on a mission to secure and contain a low-risk anomalous entity, which was the reason the town was evacuated in the first place. “No response from the other squads Captain, I've been getting a lot of interference that I can't seem to punch through." Responded Valzir, a muscular black and gray wolf who served as Resh-13's communication officer.

Ember let out a frustrated sigh, “Great. I guess we'll need to meet up back at the rendezvous point once our search has concluded." The black Wolvan's voice was hoarse, his usually stern tone was replaced with one that reflected the fatigue that clung to his bones as he scanned his surroundings, looking into an abandoned store that had its front windows smashed out by looters. Under his command, the squad of 12 had been separated into groups of three in order to cover more ground. However, once they'd gotten some ways away from one another it seemed as if some kind of error had occurred with their communications equipment, severing their only method of speaking with the other squads. “It's getting late sir, should we head back to the Midnight Star?" Valzir added, breaking up the eerie, all-consuming silence of the abandoned town.

“Not yet. Stop here," ordered Ember as he looked over towards Valzir, who was in the process of beginning to check out another abandoned store with its doors left agape. “Sir?" Valzir questioned, tilting his head and looking to Ember, his commander, and then to Salis, one of their riflemen. “I want to resolve our little communication issue before we go any further, which we'll do for about 30 more minutes before we turn back." He gestured over to Valzir's backpack “Valzir, have you tried other local frequencies? Like UN GAU? US DOSD? Any of those work out?"

“One moment sir, let me try those." The black and gray wolf held up a claw and slung his backpack over one shoulder before unzipping it and reaching into it, pulling out a small tablet and switching it on. After a few taps on the pad, Ember could see Valzir's eyes widen in fear, which he could quite literally smell in the form of hormones radiating from his body. “What is it?" Questioned Salis, a gray wolf who quickly stepped around Valzir's back to see what he saw. Ember followed suit, and soon the two of them were both looking over the shoulders of their comrade.

“Sir, you're not going to like hearing this, but my comms pack is saying we're being jammed." Ember's stomach welled up into knots at the implication of that, a cold chill being sent down his spine. "You better be shitting me! Let me see it!" After seizing the tablet and stepping back from the other two wolves, he took a good long look at the screen. Upon that screen were several alerts that indicated some unknown force was jamming their communications. Frowning, Ember looked up from the pad and handed it back to Valzir. “Shit and I hoped you were joking. I thought it was just interference! We need to get back and warn the others, now!"

Suddenly, the trio's ears twitched in the same direction as they could all hear a whirring noise coming from an alleyway not too far from their position. Ember immediately snapped his fingers, the other two operatives turning their heads to see him giving them tactical signals with his hands. The gestures meant simple orders: Valzir would cover the direction of the noise while Salis would covert the opposite. After taking their positions the two operatives aimed their rifles down the two alleyways, with Ember looking down the main road.

The group could hear another whirring noise as Ember looked up at the sky to see a large swarm of drones flying towards their position. Glowing red icons appeared on their yellow holovisors, marking the flying drones as hostile. “Contacts! Weapons free!" Ember shouted assertively, his adrenaline quickly restoring his stamina as he raised his long Splitter Rifle to the sky and squeezed the trigger while the others followed suit. A bright, blue glow began to form in between the two prongs of their weapons before a bright beam of energy fired out of each. When the energy beams were fired into the air they each split into at least two dozen smaller beams, with each laser splitting off and seeking an enemy target.

As each beam made contact with an enemy drone, they would be blown to bits and pieces with an ear-splittingly loud explosion, and with all of these blasts combined the ground rocked beneath their paws. But the battle was far from over, as the number of attacking drones began to number in what felt to be the hundreds. “There's too many of them, fall back!" Cried Ember, whose gut was in knots as he began to get increasingly fearful that they wouldn't make it out of there unscathed.

Right as the black wolf gave his command, one of the drones seemingly made it within firing range. A bright red dart was fired from one of the attacking machines, hitting Ember in the side of his neck. He could see a bright flicker of light and a sudden shock through his body as much of his cybernetic implants were disabled, along with his holovisor which sparked and fell off of his face before hitting the ground. “Hrrrk! Fuck, I'm hit!" He quickly realized that it must've been a form of EMP dart, judging by the effects on his electronics, which would weaken him significantly. Regardless, the Wolvan kept fighting as he motioned for his team to pull out while he covered their retreat. As the other two Bio-Soldiers backed away and made a break for it, Ember turned around too, only for him to suddenly collapse on the ground as his legs gave out beneath him.

“Shit!" He angrily slammed his fists against the pavement as he fell, dropping his rifle in the process. Ember hadn't noticed it earlier because of the adrenaline, but at some point, it seemed as if a sudden fatigue had taken over him, probably from some kind of sedative in the dart. “Go on without me, I can handle this myself!"

“But sir, we can't leave you-"

“That's an order! Now go!"

His overconfidence would soon prove to be a mistake, however, even though Ember didn't want to endanger his team by being a burden upon them. His heart began to pound as a sedative had unknowingly been pumped into his system, causing the drowsiness to grow worse as his body and mind started to give out. His heart sank just as quickly as his eyes did at the realization of what was going on: He had been tranquilized. The last thing the black wolf heard before sinking into a deep slumber was the sound of boots rapidly approaching his position.

---

When the wolven Bio-Soldier reawakened many hours later with a mild headache, he quickly found himself in a different place than the one he remembered passing out in. Realizing that he'd been captured, Ember quickly tried to move about, too prideful of himself to merely pretend that he was dead or asleep. No, he needed them to know he was awake for when he inevitably broke out and created a massacre.

It appeared as if he'd woken up in a dark experimental room of some kind, with huge metal walls and what looked to be an observation area hanging built into the ceiling above and in front of him. The only light he received was the orange-red glow of something behind him, and his arms and legs were being held in place with heavy clamps around his wrists and ankles, restricting his movement significantly. Almost immediately the Wolvan noticed that he was completely naked and struggled to break free. His entire body was aching from the tranquilizer dart, and it was especially sore around his neck, but he fought against it and continued to struggle.

Ember smirked deviously as if he were planning something horrendous for whoever was responsible for putting him here. “You idiots, I can punch my way through tank armor and yet you think some fucking cuffs can stop me?" After trying to break his arms free by summoning his augmented strength, a powerful electrical shock flows through the cuffs and his limbs, forcing a pained howl out of him. “God! Fuck!" It would come to his surprise that he'd barely even made a dent in the cuffs, which held strong against his attempt to break free of them.

“Nice try." a voice remarked cooly, but Ember was too busy focusing on the pain he was in. After taking a second to recover, the wolf finally looked up to see a blonde-haired, blue-eyed human wearing a lab coat. Upon that labcoat was a symbol that Ember recognized instantly as he stared at their boots before his eyes moved up to the rest of their body. That symbol was none other than the one used by Archangel Corporation, Blue Horizon's former rival that split off from the main company in 1998, going rogue and taking numerous anomalies with them to build their enterprise.

“Archangel? Bullshit! Your company was crippled after that attack I led on-"

“Our headquarters, yes. Your attack was devastating indeed, but in time it allowed us to initiate a change of leadership."

“Looks like we'll need to level this place entirely next time."

“Oh, I'm sure you would try."

Ember snarled, now he felt as if he'd recognized this person, but he couldn't remember where he'd met them. It was at this point that he noticed something clear was attached to his crotch, but the lights on his side of the room were not illuminated, making it hard to see what it was, and the sedative made him feel somewhat numb down there, so he couldn't quite feel it either.

“Think you recognize me from somewhere?." The human smirked as the lights on their side of the room were switched on, illuminating them so the wolf could see them better. Ember tilted his head in confusion as soon as this happened, gears turning in his mind before it suddenly clicked. “Doctor Clyde…?!" The Wolvan had remembered this person as one of his creators, back when he was little more than a mere pup. But that was a long time ago, a time that he could barely remember.

“Your memory serves you well. I and my team have been observing you for many years, Captain Ember Kamura, ever since you were a cub."

“They said you were killed by Archangel! You're supposed to be dead!"

“Well, I don't know how to put it other than that they lied to you, boy. Now, look at this."

The human stepped closer to a confused Ember and pulled out what appeared to be a tablet of some kind, showing him various images of him in his quarters, at his training, and several shots of what appeared to be him being observed from a spy satellite. He had to stop himself from gagging at the sight of those images, the implication of him being stalked for that long was simultaneously fueling his pride while also being too much for him to bear. “I didn't know that I had fans. Since when did I gain your attention you sick fuck?" Mumbled the wolf, who considered trying to break free again.

“Since the beginning, but even more so when you launched your little raid on our headquarters. We're quite impressed with your skills, Ember. So much so that we've decided to acquire you for our new program."

“Going to try and vivisect me? Go ahead, roll the dice, and watch what happens if you try." Clyde merely laughed in response to Ember's question, causing him to snarl as his muscles surged and he attempted to rip the restraints right off, only for him to receive another painful shock. This one was more intense than the last, as his skin felt as if he were being stabbed with dozens of tiny needles, causing him to yelp in pain again. “First and foremost, there is no dice. You're not even in the game anymore my furred friend. Secondly, Archangel doesn't kill their captives. Not at all. We'd much rather prefer to make use of them."

“What… What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

“See for yourself."

Suddenly, the lights came on and the doctor gestured towards Ember's crotch. Looking down, the wolf could see what appeared to be a milking device placed over his black rubbery synthetic cock, causing him to gasp at the sight of it. “You- You motherfucker, this is sexual- Haaarraaaah!" The Wolvan cried out as a powerful suction was applied to his penis, his hips bucking forward at the sudden pleasure until it stopped just as quickly as it began. “Make no mistake. Your fate here is predetermined, and I control every aspect of your experience. Refuse to comply, and we will punish you." Ember's body tensed up as he could feel another, albeit weaker, electrical pulse flowing through his body, weak enough to where it wouldn't hurt but still strong enough for him to feel it.

“However, if you submit we might very well make this pleasant for you," Clyde revealed what appeared to be a remote in his right hand, pressing a button as the suction returned to Ember's shaft, causing the wolf to moan as his canine genitals were so thoroughly stimulated, like a dozen mouths combined were sucking on him at the same time.

“Go to hell!"

“That can be arranged, for you maybe." Clyde rebuked as he hit the electrocute button on the remote, but not before turning up the intensity. The hot lightning flowed through the Guardian Angel, drawing out a loud yelp as he pulled against the restraints with all his might, but no force would make them break. At the same time, the milking tube was fired up again, causing it to subtly vibrate as it sucked away at Ember's shaft, causing him to buck his hips forward again as he was forced to receive a nerve-wracking mix of pleasure and pain.

“Grrrrrghhh! You really are a sick bastard!"

“That's quite amusing to hear from someone who mutilated harmless anomalies during Operation Daybreak."

Ember's heart and stomach sank deeper and deeper until they could go no further at the very mention of that name. That operation was supposed to be off-the-books and between Northpaw's high command and his team, there was no way Doctor Clyde would've been able to know about it unless-

“What? Surprised I know about that? We've had eyes and ears on you for every moment of your life, pup. We know what you love. We know what you fear. And we even know what kind of kinks you're into."

Right as this was said, a flexible catheter installed in the milking tube was pushed deep into Ember's urethra, which made him groan in pleasure, growing louder the deeper it went until it had reached the base of his knot. He prayed it wouldn't go any further, but the sound dared. It would go all the way in, pushing achingly deep inside and splitting off into small probes that would embed themselves in the synthetic rubber of his knot and balls, as well as the flesh of his bladder. The experience caused Ember's toes to curl as he gritted his teeth, especially when a very weak electrical charge was applied to the sound as a simple sine wave that started out low before becoming its peak and then becoming low again.

“Let me… Let me guess, you convinced one of mine? How?"

“Not quite convinced, more so told to keep tabs on you by a superior in Northpaw's highcom."

“..."

“Neither Luva nor your superiors trust you, not after your little murdering spree, which is the reason why we're making sure you come out of this far different than how you-"

“It was just business you fuckwa- Aaaaahhhhh!" The electrical shock returned, this time also afflicting Ember's bladder, making him cry out in pain as his body seized up from the torment he was receiving. In addition, the wolvan could feel his cock spurt out a stream of hot piss into the catheter before it was all sucked away. By now the wolf was left a panting mess and had to suffer the added humiliation of pissing himself, his body beginning to sweat and his legs starting to feel tired, which wasn't good considering how the restraints forced him to stand upright. “Disrespect me again, Guardian Angel, and I will shock you again. Do know that I haven't even set the shocks to their highest setting, which I'll happily do should you continue to be non-compliant. Do I make myself clear?"

“Hell no…" Ember panted, already starting to get out of breath. Despite his defiance, the Guardian Angel's usually assertive tone was replaced with one of fear and almost submission when he realized there was no way out of his current situation.

“Hm, that's too bad."

With the weak electrical pulse, the sounding rod, and the suction on Ember's cock combined, it wasn't long until the Wolvan felt like he was on the brink of an orgasm. He tried his best to hold back for as long as possible, not wanting to donate his seed to his captors who would use it to do god knows what. But alas, that proved to be an impossible task as the seed was milked directly from his balls and sucked through the milking tube.

“Now, I believe it is nearly time we proceed with Phase 2. But I'm afraid we'll need you worn out first. Sorry for this puppy, it's for your own good." Clyde mused and grinned as he turned a dial on the remote. “Wait- No!" Ember watched in horror as he realized they had turned the intensity setting up to the max before hitting the button to shock him. Ember made the most awful, most painful of screams at the top of his lungs as it felt like thousands of hot swords were being jammed into every square inch of his body, over and over again. His insides felt like they were melting, liquifying as if he were being cooked alive, and sure enough, he could see a thin cloud of smoke forming right in front of his eyes.

At the same time, the milking device sucked away at his shaft, Ember's eyes beginning to water from the shocks as he screamed and begged for mercy. The pleasure was just as intense as the pain, especially when a bit of lube was somehow squirted into the milking tube, making it feel like a warm, wet pussy. If he hadn't been in such complete agony, Ember would've been reminded of the breeding simulations he'd been rewarded with back at Westpaw's labs.

Just as abruptly as the agonizing shocks began, they eventually ceased. By this point, Ember had been left in a completely wrecked state. He could quite literally smell the smoke coming off of his body, small clumps of his fur falling out and silently landing on the floor below him. At some time during the torment, the Wolvan had completely lost his stamina and collapsed into the restraints that held him upright in such a way that he would easily classify it as a stress position. Combine that with the electrocution draining his strength and willpower, along with the sexual torment, and this easily combined into proper torture.

“God dammit, have you no mercy?!" Ember's voice had completely shredded any semblance of assertiveness and replaced it with fear and submission, his ears flopping down and his tail tucked in between his legs only served to further complete his stance. The only thing he did that would be considered breaking his stance was instinctually thrusting his hips forward when the suction from the milking tube reached its peak, which was something the wolf could not easily control.

“Sorry boy, but I'm not going to take my time with someone as disrespectful as you. Now, is there anything you want to say to me before we proceed?"

“Just… Just get this over with… Please." Ember panted, by now he was just longing for some time to rest but it had quickly become clear that that was something he wouldn't be getting any time soon, and the continuous sexual stimulation wasn't doing him any favors in that regard. He still held back his orgasm for as long as he could, but he felt like his sensitive, sounded cock was right on the edge, and a sudden wetness made it apparent to him that he'd already given them some of his pre. “I believe that when the second phase begins, I will no longer need to be present. Farwell Ember, it was pleasant to see you again for one last time." Before the wolf could decipher what the human meant, they hit another button on the remote to commence with the next phase, after which they began walking towards the exit.

Ember's ears twitched as he could hear the whining and whirring noises of a robotic arm approaching from behind, but even when he attempted to turn his head he wasn't able to get a good look at it since it was coming from directly behind him. Before long the Wolvan groaned and gritted his teeth when a cold metal plug pressed up against the data port on the back of his neck, originally designed for interfacing with a STRIDENT suit, vehicle, or any other piece of compatible technology. “What… What now…?" he panted in exhaustion as the data plug was connected, yellow text suddenly showing up in his vision as his neural interface was presumably in the process of being accessed.

[Alert - Neural interface security has been Compromised!]

“N-No! Fuck no!" A cold chill ran down Ember's cybernetic cock and spine at the realization of what Clyde was up to, attempting to turn his head so that the plug would be forced to disconnect, but when the arm moved with him to account for his movement that idea was shut down pretty fast. The Guardian Angel could feel a slight buzzing sensation throughout his nervous system as the AI he was now hooked up to attempted to break through the encryption protecting his nervous system from being hijacked.

[Alert - Neural interface security has been Compromised!]

[Alert - Neural interface security has-]

[NEURAL INTERFACE IS NOW UNDER DIRECT ARCHANGEL COMMAND - BEGINNING NERVOUS SYSTEM INTEGRATION]

Numerous warnings and errors were flashing up in his mind before being deleted. As much as he would've liked to deny it, the wolf was losing control over himself piece by piece, with much of his systems falling under the direct control of the hostile AI. He was watching his command over his cybernetics being ripped away from him with his very eyes, and could feel a foreign presence combing through his thoughts and memories, probing him for any confidential data he had access to. The Bio-Soldier tried to resist, attempting to think about how agitated he was at his current situation. But unfortunately he was unable to keep the AI out of his hidden thoughts for long, as he was eventually forced to start thinking about information regarding his special operations force, their members and composition, their probable current whereabouts… His stomach churns and he retches, starting to get genuinely ill at the thought of them receiving the same fate.

The Bio-Soldier wanted to fight, scream, or run away, but he could do none of these things. With his wrists and ankles restrained, his strength weakened and his willpower more or less broken, the wolf was unable to resist as his implants were hacked into. His entire body suddenly became a single erogenous zone, with even a simple breeze bringing him extreme pleasure. The catheter in the Wolvan's cock began to vibrate and in seconds he moaned as he generated another cumload which was abruptly sucked out of his testicles and prostate, through the tube, and taken someplace else.

[INITIATING NANITE INJECTION]

While this was happening, another arm with a syringe full of a black, shiny liquid appeared. It injected itself into Ember's arm just as his cock's load was sucked through the tube. The Wolvan hardly noticed at first, only picking up a light sting. Had he looked he would've seen a slick, rubbery mass spreading across the injection site. It spread on the exterior of his body just as it did within, very slowly starting to convert his flesh and muscles into their synthetic counterparts. His entire body was starting to feel sore, especially his cock and balls, which was very unusual considering that they'd been replaced with synthetic rubber versions designed to make him unable to feel pain down there. Alas, the injection was merely to jumpstart Ember's final transformation, and more raw material would be needed to complete his conversion.

[BEGINNING NANITE MATERIAL FEED]

To this end, a third robotic arm would fold down from the ceiling, this one being much beefier than the others and featuring a rather phallic tool on its working end. The wolf was too focused on the kaleidoscope of things happening to him to notice the device approaching from behind, but soon he was met with the sensation of something huge being inserted into his ass and filling out his backend perfectly. Ember's eyes widened at the sudden penetration, grunting and trying to clench his asshole to keep it out, but to no avail. As if adding to his current situation, something was squirted into Ember's ass, which would turn out to be additional nanites that would penetrate the lining of his rectum.

The immense size of the warm and phallic plug in Ember's ass stretches his ring and walls quite thoroughly, and the machine begins to grind back and forth, thrusting that dildo in and out of him at a rapid pace, warping his ass around that hot cock. The wolf shut his eyes and groaned as he tried to hold onto what little remained of his pride and dignity. “Luva, h-help me!" he yelled, louder than he thought possible, his voice now carrying a tone of desperation for a rescue that would never come. The nanites in and around Ember's augmented brain have formed into some basic structures around his neurons, muting any unpleasant sensations while amplifying the pleasurable ones. The patterns of pleasure are then recognized and copied to the nanite's internal systems for later use.

Then, a warm, almost rubbery substance which consisted of atomized building material for more nanites began to flow through the third arm and into Ember's abused asshole, causing him to shiver while his anal cavity was filled to the brim and plugged up by the phallic device. After a few minutes had passed, the building material was absorbed by the nanites and quickly used to rapidly expand across his body both outside and within, speeding up the rate at which his organic flesh was replaced with something better. By now the wolf was beginning to notice that something else was amiss, he had a pounding headache and could just barely feel like something was painfully tunneling through his body.

[CONVERSION IN PROGRESS - REMOVING CATHETER]

As a rare act of mercy, the sounding rod would slowly begin to detach from the probes which would be left embedded in the walls of his cock, balls, and prostate before retreating further into the milking tube, but his relief would not last long. The Guardian Angel was already panicking, but now even more so when he noticed the black, rubbery substance that had made its way across his body and was now beginning to touch his head, turning his blue data strips to yellow as it took him over. “N-Nooo! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" By this point there was nothing the wolf could do about it, he made one last scream as the latex flowed over his face and eyes and blacked out his vision. The latex had now taken over the last part of his body, now all that was left was to complete his reprogramming.

[PHYSICAL CONVERSION COMPLETE]

When Ember's sight returned he soon realized that he could see things in much better clarity than before, now able to see even the darkest corners of the room he was currently in. Everything now had a subtle yellow tint to it, as if he were viewing the world through his holovisor. Though his vision appeared otherwise normal in his point of view, the Guardian Angel's eyes were quite literally glowing a bright yellow. He was still screaming even as his vision returned, but his sight wasn't the issue, not anymore. Now he was screaming because the AI was testing its ability to please him. With one single command, the computer was able to stimulate his nerves to trigger an instantaneous orgasm, with the nanites in his brain recording every bit of how his climax feels, a feeling which will be repeated in order to incentivize him to follow his new programming in the near future.

He came not once or twice, but at least four times, a fountain of semen gushing out of him and into the milker as he frothed at the mouth. The pleasure was heavily amplified, lighting up his cock from the tip all the way to the prostate in what felt like a fireworks show, to the point where the now rubberized wolf began to pass out. As his eyes grew heavy and his consciousness started to fade, the last thing Ember saw was another line of text showing up, this time in his vision.

[REPROGRAMMING: INITIALIZED]

---

Meanwhile, behind the glass windows looking into the conversion chamber sat a small observation and control area, filled to the brim with computers and sensitive equipment. At least 5 scientists in white coats were at work on the computers, one of them turning to face the door to the room as it slid open to reveal Dr. Clyde making his way inside. “How goes the conversion process, Doctor Clyde?"

The blonde said his control remote down on a nearby desk and shrugged “Very well. The subject has been fully converted with our nanites and has now been rendered unconscious. I foresee that the process will be completed without issue. I shall inform Archangel Command that Project ARCHERON now has a nearly completed asset."

“Excellent sir, and what of its sperm samples?"

“Move them to the proper storage location, we will preserve them as backups in the event that something goes wrong."

“Understood, sir."

---

Ember had lost all track of time while he was out. His thoughts drifted back to those of his squad, reminiscing on those fun times he'd had with them while having no way of knowing that what had just happened to him was not merely a bad dream. However, it wasn't as if it would have mattered, for not even in his dreams was he safe from the devious machinations of Archangel's AIs. With a bit of manipulation by the nanites infesting his brain, the topic of Ember's dreams shifted to the secretive missions on which he'd been sent and the classified information with which he'd been entrusted, all of which was very real. Once the AI extracted all the information it would get in that regard, it then pushed Ember to think about his squadmates and his unbreakable relationship with them, their strengths, weaknesses, fears, kinks, and desires.

When the Guardian Angel finally reawakened from his long slumber, he was confronted with quite a grizzly realization upon opening his eyes. He didn't find himself lying down in his quarters, on a Westpaw examination table, or in Luva's tight embrace. Not at all. Ember instead found himself in the place from his nightmare, the place where he'd been tormented and slowly warped and twisted by some forsaken individual from his distant past. The panic would've set in immediately, but he had not been afforded the liberty of even that.

His heart didn't even skip a beat, and as the rubberized Wolvan attempted to move he found that his body had betrayed him and refused to do so. There was no panic, no fear, nothing that could've been taken as a sign he'd been ripped away from his old life and taken to this horrible, awful place. Instead, there was only a very reluctant acceptance from the Wolvan, whose limbs remained locked in place, still in the same pose they'd been left to rest in when he'd fallen unconscious from the mind-blowing orgasm he'd had the pleasure of experiencing. His attempts to move them to try and escape one final time were shut down before they'd even begun, for the AI had total control over his motor functions.

Ember once again commanded himself to move but was still frozen in place. Various mechanical arms surrounded him, attaching numerous metallic parts to his body. At first, the Wolvan was confused as to what the purpose of this was. But then, his vision changed to show the view of a security camera, as if he were looking through the lens. He could see the entire room from here, but more importantly, himself, who was standing and restrained in front of a glowing circular apparatus. His entire rubberized body had been covered in thin metal plates, making his figure appear far more robotic in appearance. His eyes were glowing a bright yellow, and three orange lights on the top of his head were perhaps the only reminder of who he used to be.

It was equally as fascinating of a sight as it was horrifying, to see most of what resembled himself ripped away and replaced with something far more effective. His cock had retracted into its sheath, which appeared to have a protective cup placed around it, one with a small opening to allow his cock to go free should it be required.

[REPROGRAMMING: IN PROGRESS]

Ember's thoughts were briefly cut off by a shockwave applied to his brain, nearly causing him to black out again. It felt something like the EMP wave that had disabled his electronics during his capture, except directed at his memories which began to feel fuzzy and blurry. “N-No! Not my mind! Don't take that!" his thoughts raced as he realized what was happening, but the AI in charge of his conversion had no concept of mercy, nor did it have any intention of sparing him from his fate.

Another pulse was fired into Ember's mind, which felt rather pleasant as his memories became less and less coherent with each shockwave. He needed to hold on, to fight this. He couldn't afford to let them take away his body AND his mind, he had to stop this, surely there was still something he could do.

He was Captain Ember Valosir Kamura, he was a special operations force commander for Northpaw, more specifically he was the commander of Resh-

Zzzaaap!

[APPLYING COMPLIANCE REWARD]

If Ember still had control over his voice, he would have loudly moaned at the feelings that coursed through his cock, balls, and prostate. It felt pleasant to the point of numbing his thoughts even further, taking his mind off of his struggle to survive as the nanites in his brain replayed the sensation of his amplified orgasm just a few hours ago. The probes left in his penis helped further drive it in, sending sharp electrical pulses into his most sensitive areas. And yet, not a single drop of cum exited his shaft, which remained in the safe housing of its armored sheath.

He still tried to remember where he came from, which was Site Blacklake in Antarctica. One by one the mainframe was ripping away what made Ember Ember, but the Wolvan tried his best to retain his thoughts for as long as possible. He'd been sent to New Volkstead on a mission to retrieve a low-risk anomalous-

Zzzzzaaaaap!

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Another shockwave coursed through Ember's brain, followed by more extreme pleasure, forcing him to relinquish those memories which were transferred into an internal drive for future use in infiltrating Blue Horizon. They were removed from his mind but not destroyed, as they would come in useful later for the aforementioned task.

Ember was beginning to forget everything he knew about Blue Horizon and his past life through the brain wipes and pseudo-orgasms, his thoughts being extracted to his internal storage drive and further combed through by Archangels AI's for useful intel, just like they did with his dreams. His name was Ember Valosir Kamura, with his designation being-

Bzzzzzrrrrt!

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And to think he would be letting go of his identity with a fight! They may have taken his name, but they wouldn't take his designation, and he could still remember his friends Luva, Valzir, and Salis. His designation was BS3-WLF-112-00001, the first Phase III Bio-Soldier to have been created out of Site Blacklake.

Zzzzzrrrrrt!

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For a moment, it was confused about what was going on. Its identity, its origins, and its surroundings were a mystery to it. It didn't even know what it was. It found itself unable to move, trapped inside of its own body with the afterglow of what felt like a hundred combined orgasms. It tried to remember what it was, what it used to be, but its mind could only draw up blanks. Now its fate was sealed, forever. Even if its allies could rescue it, all they would be left with was an emptied husk of its former self.

Zap!

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SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 had awakened.

Whatever memory remained of Ember Kamura was little more than echoes of a distant dream to it, echoes that could be used as a persona for raiding the organization known as Blue Horizon, to capture more Bio-Soldiers for conversion by Archangel Corporation, his creators and rightful masters. The mechanical wolf stood idly by as the last components to his armor were added, with the helmet saved for last. The restraints binding its arms and legs clicked loudly as they were removed, for they were no longer necessary.

From above its helmet descended until it was placed atop its head, with small ports and magnets on its body anchoring the piece of armor in place. A line of text was displayed across its heads-up display, but it meant nothing to the war machine, who remained focused on running various system and diagnostics checks.

[REPROGRAMMING: COMPLETE]

In the mechanical mind of the newly manufactured war machine, three tenets in the form of standing orders for his next mission were repeated continuously. SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 would immediately accept these orders, feeling the commands being acknowledged in his circuit-enhanced brain like the feel of warmth washing over his old body.

1. Infiltrate Blue Horizon as Captain Ember Kamura.

2. Acquire organic Bio-Soldiers for processing into SPEAR units and return to Facility 002 for drop off.

3. Sabotage and destroy the Guardian Angel program.

[CURRENT PRELIMINARY ASSIGNMENT: ENGAGE HOSTILE AIRCRAFT IN SECTOR 06]

The anthropomorphic wolf robot was sure to follow its commands. A hostile aircraft belonging to Blue Horizon's Northpaw branch was rapidly approaching the facility, most likely following the distress beacon obtained from a recently acquired prisoner. After some time, SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 would be granted access to local radar systems to supplement their own. A red dot popped up on its internal navigation system as the machine looked up to see a pair of doors on the ceiling opening up to reveal the late evening sky. At some point, it may have desired freedom in that night sky, but not anymore. SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 only desired one thing now: The completion of its current mission.

Perhaps someday, the mind of Ember Kamura would reawaken. But in that case, he would remain forever trapped in his own body, completely aware of what he was doing but unable to do anything about it. His mind would be shackled for as long as SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 remained operational, which might as well be forever.

A quiet rumble could be heard from the back of the war machine as its wings unfolded for flight and its thrusters began to power up. The reactors installed within the former Ember Kamura had been repurposed and overclocked to provide more than sufficient power for SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001, which flew up into the air so quickly that it practically broke the sound barrier.

And away from Facility 002, it went off to destroy this hostile aircraft and capture its pilot for interrogation and conversion. As SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 flew above the facility, it became apparent that it was a massive set of red glowing structures, the combined size of which rivaled Northpaw's headquarters, which would one day fall under his siege.

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“Eagle-1 to command, I've picked up Captain Kamura's distress beacon!" Lieutenant Spark informed over his comms. After the captain had gone missing in action during an ambush, Northpaw had sent numerous F-61 Shortbow fighters out in an attempt to locate him, as he had been proven to be one of their best assets and their biggest investment. Alas, having him go missing and not found would be a significant loss, so no expense was spared for the search and rescue operation.

“Roger that Eagle 1, your or-er- -r- to- Sssshhhk! Kssshhhk!"

“Can you repeat that Command? I'm getting some interference."

“Your- Kssshkk! Sssshhhhhhh!"

Spark looked down at his comms station and tried to adjust some of the settings, but no matter what he did it seemed as if he were unable to get back into contact with Northpaw Command. The wolf wasn't sure what the cause of the issue was, but surely he would be able to fly back to the carrier and get it fixed. Before he could turn back, however, his eyes could catch sight of a bright yellow flash in the distance, which grew brighter and brighter. And by the time the Bio-Soldier recognized what it was, it was already too late to do anything about it.

A loud explosion could be heard coming from Eagle-1's left wing as it was hit with a powerful plasma beam from an energy projector, causing a catastrophic failure as his holographic visor was lit up with numerous red pop-up warnings that all indicated the same thing: His aircraft was going down. Adrenaline surged through Spark's body as he tried to speak into his radio while also preparing the cockpit detachment sequence (the cockpit of the F-61 Shortbow could detach from the rest of the craft and be used like an escape pod).

“Mayday! Mayday! This is Eagle-1! I've been struck by an energy projector and need immediate assistance! Repeat! I am going down in Sector 06. Someone, anyone, please respond!" But like he feared there would be, there was no reply coming from the radio, indicating that he was likely being jammed by some hostile installation. All he could do now was initiate the cockpit detachment sequence and hope for the best.

Unbeknownst to the Wolvan pilot, SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 was flying stationary in the air as it watched his aircraft descend into the terrain below, potentially admiring his handiwork as he waited for the escape pod to crash land so that he could acquire the soon-to-be prisoner within.

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The landing was quite a rough one, to say the least, but Spark was mostly distracted by the numerous red flashing lights and warnings all over his holovisor and the screens in the cockpit. After the crash had come to an end and the escape pod had come to a stop near the wreckage, Spark took a moment to collect himself. The inside of the cockpit was dark, as the screens that had provided him vision had gone dark as soon as the cockpit detached from the main craft.

Before the Wolvan could release the hatch however, a loud cracking noise could be heard as a pair of claws pierced through the metal hatch, tearing a sizable hole in the metal while the pilot reached for his sidearm, only to be horrified when he realized it was nowhere to be found. The canopy made the most awful of noises as it was steadily forced open, revealing a monstrous war machine resembling one of the Guardian Angels standing there. Spark screamed in terror, covering himself with his arms as if he were hoping that it would somehow protect him.

For a brief moment, Spark may have found a slight resemblance to Ember in the robot's form, and he would be right. The former Captain was no more, having been turned into the mechanical beast before him, known as SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001. SPEAR-ALH-PA-00001 was now little more than a slave to Archangel, a warrior of the corporation, and now he would convert or destroy anyone who dared to challenge them, starting with Blue Horizon.

He had once been captured and converted into an obedient drone by Archangel. And now he would be certain to ensure that the rest of his kind received the same fate!