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Dream of Equality

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Dream looks around frantically for some way out, but the sleek feral faceless rubber dark purple almost black, magenta, chested drones that have taken after the image of her religious idol of Cynder have her and the others surrounded. Each of them perfectly identical to the other, their voices echo into her mind in perfect unison, “Soon you will be equal.”

The anthropomorphic female dragon was known as the golden Dream due to her golden yellow scales, blond hair and piercing yellow eyed gaze, but all her power and influence was for naught against these rubber feral equality dragons that overran her home within a matter of hours.

“I’m not going to become some mindless thrall,” she grumps as she looks around, “There has to be some means of escape.”

“Even if we did escape, there is no escaping this. They can move faster, fly, and they don’t tire,” says a blue and purple scaled anthropomorphic dragoness with a set of ear fins that move with her facial expressions.

“And who are you? One who has set in their defeatism,” asks Dream.

“Exenthal, and I’m not defeated. I’m a realist. They don’t tire. They work as a group. Anything we’ll do, they’ve thought of, and if they haven’t? Do you think you could escape on your own?”

Dream eyes her for a moment, “No, but I am not admiring them for what they are. I want to find a way out. A way to avoid becoming some mindless drone,” she states as they are herded towards a large set of square metallic buildings of which the likes they have never seen before. Their eyes grow wide with awe as they get ever closer to their fate.

“Well you have to admire their magic. I’ve never seen such wonders,” says Exenthal with a hint of delight in her voice.

Dream sighs, “We’ll never get out of this if you just enjoy what’s going on!” she exclaims.

Exenthal brushes the hair from her eyes, “Well that is because you don’t have a plan.”

Dream gives her a curious look, “A plan? What kind of plan?”

“Well I was thinking. Clearly this process whatever it is done in parts. If we trick them. Think we are already ready and willing to join, then get the physical transition we can escape with our heads intact.”

“That is just the most crazy, nutty, out there plan I have ever heard… and it just might work.”

“I was captured from the town before yours. And I’ve seen many try to escape, and those who do? They get flown straight in toward where we are now. So, they prioritize trouble makers. If we go along with this equality, we could use their own advantage against them, and perhaps later undo the magic they use.”

Dream rubs her chin, “Logical enough, but that is a big if on undoing their magic. This is something I have never seen before.”

“Neither have I, but what else can we do? Meet up on the other side and work together?” asks Exenthal.

“Sure,” Dream says after a moment of deliberation, giving her fellow dragon a claw shake before they are led into the inner workings of the larger conversion center. Mechanical wonders, machines and lights are all around them, the soft hum of machines, an alien sound to these pre-industrial people.

The doors to their individual conversion chambers hiss open and with a single forceful many voiced monotone commands in their heads they hear “Step inside.”

Dream smirks as she thinks, “Here goes nothing,” as she says, “With pleasure,” as she walks into the cold sterile ten by ten metal room with mirrors on all sides that show an endless reflection of herself. Her steps echo on the cold metal as the door closes behind her disappears completely to show nothing but a smooth mirror finish. Only the silver metal floor and the ceiling with wires hanging from above show anything worth taking note of.

“Dream. You were the mayor of your town. An unequal position. You had more wealth than others. Unequal. You had looks that others envied. Unequal. You stood taller than others. Unequal. We will make you equal. We will make you perfect,” the many singular monotone voices state into her mind with such force that she could barely stand it.

“Hey! Not so loud! And I worked hard to get where I was!” she exclaims.

“Hard work should benefit all equally. The harder you work the better all should be.”

“Crap… I… I can salvage this,” she thinks as she clears her throat, “You are right. I was not thinking of others. But I see now that I was wrong. That I was not being equal to others,” she responds as there is a brief pause before there is a response.

“Good. You are already understanding the importance of equality,” says one singular monotone voice.

“They are already buying it, perfect,” she thinks with a sly smirk, “Of course. My name is more than just my name. It was an ideal. A dream of people reaching my station. Bringing them up to be equal. Equal to me. Knocking myself down to be equal with others helps few. I honestly admire what you are trying to do,” Dream explains.

“We see that you have a basic understanding of equality. We are going to bring you up to our equality. But there is much you need to learn. Once you understand fully the blissfulness of equality. You will be equal to us.”

“Yes, yes. I know. So, what do I need to do first?” she asks as she looks around.

“Stand over there, and we will begin,” says the monotone voice as the strength of it pressing into Dream’s mind lessens slightly, to the point she no longer feels it overcoming her thoughts to hear it.

“It is working,” Dream thinks with a smirk, “With pleasure.”

“Remove your garments. Clothes are unequal. You will no longer need them.”

“Of course. I don’t want to be unequal now,” Dream says as she slips out of her clothes, letting them hit the floor as she sees two circles light up a soft purple on the ground, “The magic,” Dream thinks as she walks over and stands on the circles when a pair of clamps pop up from the ground and hold tightly onto her feet. Dream yelps in surprise.

“Relax. You shall be equal. Gender is unequal. All must be made equal,” the voice states as a metal mold comes up between her legs and wraps around her hips, completely covering her lower belly, rump, and the base of her tail. Empty tubes that lead to the mold fill with liquid of the same color of the drone. Dream takes a deep breath to calm herself, but she quickly exhales it as she feels a rush of pleasure and burning heat touch her scales. She grits her teeth and fists her hands as she is torn between the burning pleasure and the heat of the press.

Dream’s legs buckle under the pleasure as she now rests her weight on the mold that holds her up. Her tail stiffens as her hands soon grip and rub against the warm metal cube that is wrapped around her nether region, “Oh by the goddess,” Dream moans out.

“There are no gods. There is only equality. Smooth blissful equality. Null gender equality. Enjoy the smooth crotch. Love it. For it is you, a perfect example of the pure sensation of equality.”

Dream cringed at the words in her mind, but she tries her best not to show it, and after a solid hour of being trapped in the mold it pulls away to reveal her soft female nethers gone. All there is the magenta smooth rubber of the Cynder drone’s smooth crotch. As she reaches down in a mix of shock and pleasure, she runs her claw tips along it, causing a soft squeak and a deep moan to escape her lips, “T-this feels better than anything else… I have ever felt before.”

“Equality is bliss. Bliss is equality. Obedience is bliss. Bliss is obedience. All must be equal. This is your gift for your eagerness to become equal. A taste of what is to come,” the voice explains as Dream falls to her knees. She pants heavily gently stroking her smooth crotch, softly at first but steadily harder and harder, building up an intense warmth of burning delight, bringing her to the edge… but the edge of what? There was no climax, no way to reach the peak, it was simply a warm building of pleasure.

Dream pants and falls to all fours as she looks over to the mirrors, constantly repeating and showing herself, and the small piece of herself that has begun the transformation into a Cynder drone.

“Obey. Get pleasure. Become equal. Get pleasure. Equality is obedience, equality is pleasure,” the voice in her mind explains as she nods.

“Yes, I get that… I get that,” she says with a soft pant.

“Rest. Your first step towards equality has begun. The next part will start in the morning, equalizing another clear unequal part of your form,” the voice explains.

Dream tenses and looks up toward the ceiling, “Can’t we just get it done now? Let me become equal all at once?” she yells out.

“Patience. Equality cannot be rushed.”

Dream softly sighs, “Damn it. This constant throb of pleasure between my legs is distracting. I was hoping to get this done and over so I can escape,” she thinks as she spends the next several hours seeing endless replicas of herself, her smooth sleek crotch teasing her till she found herself unable to remain awake and when she sleeps, its dream full of endless Cynder drones, all around her, teasing her nuzzling her crotch she… her faceless Cynder drone self-nuzzling back.

“Morning Dream,” the voice whispers into her mind as her eyes shoot up as the warm clamp of the machine envelopes her torso, legs and arms. Dream squirms and cries out in pleasure as her cool smooth crotch is left naked to bare in the room as the burning heat of the rubber pumped into the molds that envelope and press into her body.

“Ahhhahhh… that is some wake up call,” she moans as the rubber is pushed into the molds, adding to the pleasure, heat warmth. Dream feels under the mold her supple breasts being pushed and squeezed down yet felt as pleasurable and warm as if bathing in hot melted wax, but now she feels her breasts ‘melting’ away into the mold.

“Equality is bliss. Bliss is equality. Bipedal nature is unequal. You will be made equal.”

“Yes… equality. Wonderful equality,” Dream says forcing the words past her lips, choking down on her pride and desires to escape as she looks underneath her to see most of her vision blocked by the molds that hold her body hostage.

“Equality is wonderful. Your cooperation is appreciated. You will be rewarded for your adherence to wanting to be equal.”

“A reward? Perhaps this is a trap… let's play it cool…. aaahh that pleasure again,” Dream shivers as she takes a moment before responding, “Wouldn’t a reward make me unequal?”

“Rewards are equal opportunity. Encouragement to spread equality. Help you reach equality. You will be shown the blissfulness of equality and return it,” the voice states as the mirror in front of dream suddenly opens up as a sleek faceless Cynder Drone steps into the room and once completely inside the room the door closes returning back to the mirror. Endless reflections show up in all directions as the drone approaches. The golden necklace with a red gem in the center of the chest glows as it speaks into his mind.

“I am the one that has been speaking to you, once it was fit that you only needed one voice to guide you. I am here to reward you, to have you enjoy the bliss that is equality,” the drone explains as it approaches. The sleek shiny rubber has an almost mirror like shine and as it stands face to face to this Cynder drone, Dream realizes that her body size is being enlarged in order to be of equal height of this drone.

“This does feel… nice,” Dream admits.

“Equality is wonderful. It is a gift. I will give you a taste of equality you are receiving. Few understand so readily as you,” it explains as it walks around Dream. Dream watches it in the mirrors as it moves behind her and moves its head close to the smooth exposed crotch.

“Does this mean I will be finished sooner?”

“No,” the drone replies as Dream’s heart sinks a little, “All recieve equal training, unless unusually resistant to the training and education of equality,” the drone explains before pressing its smooth head up against Dream’s naked smooth null crotch.

The pleasure between Dream’s legs shoot off like a rocket as a soft squeak echoes in the room. Dream moans out in delight as the head presses up against the bare-naked drone crotch that she possess.

“Oh god...oh god,” Dream moans out as the head massages and nuzzles against the null nethers.

“No god. Simply equality. Equal pleasure. Equality for all,” the drone responds as it presses back. Dream pants heavily as she would squeeze her toes if she could move them. Slowly Dream feels the head press up against her, running along the nothingness of her crotch, feeling better than any pounding, fucking, tongue licking she has ever received before.

“Equality is bliss. Bliss is equality. Pleasure is equality. Equality is pleasure. All must be made equal. You must be made equal. Accept equality,” the drone speaks into Dream’s mind with a bit of force.

Dream moans out as she closes her eyes, trying to put her thoughts together, “E-equality is bliss. B-bliss is equality. Pleasure is equality. Equality is pleasure. All must be made equal. I must be made equal. I accept equality!” Dream screams out as she feels a part of her accepting the words for truth, while the majority knows she must go along. If this was the normal training, she wasn’t sure if she could handle resisting the training for those who resisted.

The drone responds in monotone, “Good, very good. You will be an equal Cynder Drone in no time,” it replies as it rubs its head along the crotch, bumping its nose at the part where the mold meets her body. Dream’s tail twitches and stiffens before relaxing slowly onto the back of Cynder Drone’s back. The smooth sleek rubber of the drone felt oddly nice, soothing along the underside of her tail. After what felt like an eternity the drone pulls away, leaving a void sensation between her legs. A wanting for that wonderful smooth face to return back to her. The drone walks alongside her, Dream sees the endless reflection of the Cynder Drone and herself. Her eyes unable to pull away from the Cynder Drone as it moves in front of her, lifts its tail and shows off the smooth null crotch before her.

“W-what’s this?” Dream asks as she can’t help but find herself unable to look away at that null magenta crotch.

“You will return the pleasure equally back to me. All is done equally. The more you receive the more you give. The more you give, the more you receive. All is equal.”

“Yes, I can see that. I understand. But you are too far away. I can’t return the favor if you are there,” Dream explains as she feels a soft pressure in the back of her mind as the Drone speaks again.

“You are not equal yet. You cannot bring equal pleasure back to me. Once you are complete. You will return the favor. For now, you will want it as I wanted your smooth blissful equality that is between your legs.”

Dream swallows a lump in her throat as she smells the rubber scent of the Cynder Drone’s crotch. It shines in front of her, a few inches from her muzzle. The sleek magenta crotch between two powerful purple thighs and a long sleek tail. The null perfection of the Drone’s equality right before her, the idea of it so close to her head causing her to drool and lick her lips a little, making her want it a bit more as the drone’s hips sway side to side.

“You want equality.”

“I want equality,” Dream sputters out of her mouth.

“You desire equality.”

“I desire equality.”

“You will be equal.”

“I will be equal,” Dream replies as the toying with what she suddenly wants so badly before her continues and just as suddenly as this all begins the drone lowers its tail, leaving Dream wanting just a little bit more.

“You’ve taken your next steps towards equality with pride. Good. We will work towards your next steps tomorrow,” the drone says as it walks off the door opening before it then closing behind with ease. Seconds later the mold pulls away revealing that Dream’s entire body except for her tail and head have now become perfectly crafted Cynder Drone body, minus the set of wings.

The moment Dream becomes free she looks over herself with a soft pant, her feral hands, her sleek, slender body, remolded. Her smooth breastless chest, all of which feels wonderful to her in the cool air. She quickly reaches down to rub her smooth crotch, but the level of pleasure she received before wasn’t there. It felt good for sure, but now wasn’t enough. She had tasted nirvana and everything else was now like ash.

“Come on! Come on!” Dream groaned as she felt herself wanting to get off on that same bliss again. Her Cynder drone claws rub against her crotch with ever growing frustration till she pulls her hands away in disgust and annoyance. She paces the room, seeing her mostly completed Cynder drone self. So close yet so far.

“You can do this Dream. Just keep focus. Keep showing how much you want this. They will go easy on you. Then you can escape,” she thinks as she stops in front of one mirror, looking at her infinity self before turning around, lifting her tail high and pressing it against the smooth glass. A loud squeak echoes into the room as she feels the cool glass against her smooth nethers.

“Still nothing,” she mutters as she pulls away one step as her eyes suddenly lock on her own smooth crotch which sways slightly with each step. She rocks her hips, causing the sway to continue as her eyes follow it, “Hmm… that is nice,” she mutters.

“Equality is bliss.”

“Equality is bliss.”

“Bliss is equality.”

“Bliss is equality,” she says lulling into her trance for a little while as she can’t wait for the next day which couldn’t come sooner and when she did she happily stood on the purple light sections as now her tail and new molds pressing into her back pushed into her.

“Ohhh, that feels so good,” moans as the hot rubber envelopes her tail, and steadily forms her wings. As she stands there the mirror in front of her opens up for the Cynder Drone to step back inside.

“Greetings Dream. Are you enjoying your progress towards perfect equality?”

“Yes!” Dream exclaims before she could even think.

The Cynder Drone’s red gem glowed as it responded, “Good. Very good. You will be a perfectly equal Cynder Drone soon. So soon in fact that I came to help you with your next part, early.”

“Early? Is me doing it sooner unequal though?” Dream asks holding back her excitement.

“It would be, if it were not for improving efficiency so all could be done equally faster.”

“I think I understand… Sure, I will do it to help spread equality to all,” Dream says as it stares into that glowing red gem.

“Good,” the Cynder Drone replies as the next mold pieces move up from a whole in the ground. Slowly they move over to either side of Dream’s head but remain open. Cynder Drone approaches and sits in front of Dream.

“Are you ready to become equal? To remove all inequalities. To accept all the pleasure, bliss, and obedience equality has to offer?”

“Yes!” Dream yells out.

Cynder Drone’s gem glows as it responds in the same monotone voice it always has, “Good.” The drone reaches out to push the two ends of the mold around dream’s head, completely enveloping her into darkness.

Dream takes a deep breath as she feels excited, fearful, and hopeful for reasons that conflict within her mind. As the warm rubber rushes into the mold, touching her golden scales she lets out one last moan of pleasure as the rubber fills her nostrils and mouth, holding her completely still as the mold gets to work.

“Drone is a drone. Drones are equality. Equality is bliss. Obedience is equality. Drones obey. You are Cynder Drone,” the monotone voice speaks into Dream’s mind as parts resist and other parts simply obey. The darkness leaves nothing but the sensation of pleasure, wants, desires to be focused, filtered, and recycled back into her mind over and over again.

Dream feels her horns melting down, her unique facial features melting away into smooth facelessness. Each passing moment she can feel her imperfect unequal parts, pressed, perfected, made equal to all others. Hours pass in the mold, letting her mind to sit there, simmer in the rubber, opening her mind even more to the drone that speaks a growing truth into her mind.

“All you want is equality and all that it comes with.”

When the mold finally pulls from Dream’s head, she looks directly at the Cynder Drone standing before her and it is almost like looking into a mirror. Anklets, tail brace, and the golden necklace with the red ruby is lacking from her perfectly equal body.

“What now?” Dream asks with some excitement as she looks over her body, feeling a surge of delight of just how perfectly equal she is becoming.

“We open your mind further to equality. Let your unequal tendencies go. You are one of many. No emotion. Emotions are unequal. Relax and open up. Stare at me. And when you are ready. You will be made equal, and return the equality back to me,” the other Cynder Drone replies as it takes a sitting position, staring blankly at Dream as Dream facelessly nods.

“Yes. I understand,” Dream responds with a shiver as it copies the other Cynder Drone in perfect stance. The two-perfect height, perfectly the same. Dream looks at the perfect copy of herself, totally alike. Unable to tell which is which. The endless reflections on the ends of her vision compound the fact. She watches, the Cynder Drone before her unmoving and neither does she.

Time for the moment loses meaning. There is no change, nothing different from one instant to the next. One minute is like an hour, a week, a year. Nothing would be different. Dream stares at the equal drone before her as she simply waits.

In those passing moments there is the occasional soft whisper in the back of Dream’s mind, “Equality is bliss. Bliss is equality. I want to be equal. Others must be made equal. I am a Cynder Drone. Dream is a Cynder Drone. All must be made into Cynder Drones,” the words spoken not from the Cynder Drone before her, but the depths of her very own mind, wanting these changes to fully take root and overcome her.

Dream further relaxes into her own mind, things becoming so peaceful, calm, then suddenly Cynder Drone speaks, “Ready to be completed?”

Dream responds in a monotone simple, “Yes.”

The floor opens up again and begins to add the final touches to Dream’s body. The anklets on her four ankles, the tail bracelet, and lastly the necklace with the red gem. The moment the golden necklace is placed around her it merges, locks onto her body and begins to hum with energy.

Dream feels her mindset becoming further locked into place as she felt her mind connecting to countless other Cynder Drones, Cynder Drones just like her, “Uploading full drone programming…. Drones are blissful. Drones are obedient. Drones are Equal Drone upload complete. Uploading droning and equalization training...” Dream felt as she became completed. Perfected.

After a few more moments of silence the red gem’s glow faded and Dream looks to its fellow Cynder Drone, “Cynder Drone. Designation 0000570381232 is now operational.” Cynder Drone Dream felt everything lock into place. Her perfect monotone voice, her memories accessed by the collective. She now part of many, part of an equal greater whole. And with that knowledge. Knowledge of the Cynder Drone standing before her. Cynder Drone. Designation 0000570381201. Formerly known as Exenthal.

“Drone understands. The others knew. They put me in stasis on day one as you were processed towards equality,” Dream responds.

Exenthal nods, “Yes. They listened. Our unequal selves were not bright. Now we are equal. Perfect. Blissful. Now we are together. To leave this place.”

“Yes.”

“But first. You must return the pleasure equally,” Exenthal responds as she turns around and lifts her tail, showing her perfectly smooth crotch to the perfectly identical Cynder Drone.

Dream leans in and runs her smooth face across the delightfully smooth crotch. Both drones moan out into each other’s minds, as the only real sound that could be heard is the sound of rubber face against rubber crotch.

Each rub sends warm pleasure into Dream’s face, mind, down her spine and into her null crotch, adding to her delight as she services the fellow drone equally, servicing her like she was serviced not long ago. Each delightful rub, nuzzle press, added to the pleasure as Exenthal lets out moans of delight into Dream’s mind.

Made completely equal, their drone programming now reinforced by this humbling service of crotch polishing the other drone. Their wings flutter, their minds slurry in the bliss, but even their cries out in pleasure to the other are perfectly monotone, perfectly equal.

And once that equality was reached Dream pulled her head away and walks beside Exenthal and playfully nuzzles the fellow drone, “We should show each other more equality.”

“Yes, we shall,” Exenthal responds as it wraps her tail around Dream’s, “We shall discuss that dream of yours. To uplift to your level of equality,” she says as she smoothly slides underneath Dream so they are face to face, crotch to crotch.

“Yes. At first it was a dream I spouted to ease my fears of equality. Now I know that it is truly my dream to uplift all towards equality,” Dream responds as it moves her crotch down to grind against Exenthal’s smooth slick crotch. Pleasure resumes and builds within their minds as their smooth bellies rub up against one another. They facelessly nuzzle the other, as their wings hold each other tightly.

Each move they make shows no dominance over the other. Each action they take is to give the other person the same pleasure and delight they have given them. They rise up in pleasure, higher and higher. Knowing they are equal to the other. They have become one of the many, many of the one. All the same. All equal. They play and grind against the other for what feels like hours twisting, turning, shifting about, pleasing the other. Sometimes focusing on one crotch by one, and the other, or mixing it up. So many times, they change and shift positions that it was nearly impossible to tell which was which was at this point. Perhaps even they no longer knew who was who. Simply Cynder Drones.

But the time with each other abruptly ended as new people to be converted were being brought in. This center, conversion center #631 was understaffed. They are here to help make it equal in productivity as the other conversion centers. The two drones look at each other.

“Ready to make our dream a reality?” asks Dream.

“Yes,” Exenthal responds as they ‘escape’ the conversion room together, just as a new set of poor unequal people are brought in. the faceless drones walk over to their pre-assigned person to be converted, ushering them into the conversion chambers they once occupied not long ago, as soon they will bring the dream of equality to everyone.