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It had been days since the military incursion to try and control the spread of a mist that was engulfing several city blocks failed. As several people sat around a table they watched as the outpost that had been set up just outside the affected zone no longer contained the soldiers that were there to try and stop the creature known as Minos, instead were a number of shiny rubber faceless bull drones that were all led by a version of Minos in hunter green rubber. What made things worse were the two Minos that had come out of the mists and made contact with them had managed to leak out the information on the plans to blow up the magically affected area and also that the drones within the affected city blocks were happy with their new forms within the maze of buildings that made up the pocket dimension.

While one of the people that was around the table was a man dressed in a military uniform most of them were not, and as they sat there in the high-rise one of them owned the skunk man that sat at the other side of the table leaned forward with a displeased look on his face. “So since it seems that your idea to, as you put it, blow them all to kingdom come failed General I do think it’s time to look into alternatives,” the skunk said with the slightest hint of annoyance in his voice.

“What alternatives?” a cheetah woman replied as she motioned to the video. “This was not some tape taken from a secret surveillance satellite, they put the entire conversion and their little speech about how they turned the worst neighborhood into a rubber bull paradise right on the internet! We’ve already seen a fifty percent increase in the size of the maze since this came out and with the military perimeter overtaken there’s no way we can cover all that to keep people from going in.”

“Unbelievable… people are actually willfully subjecting themselves to these Minos?” the General asked.

“Oh yes, in droves right now,” the skunk stated. “And not just from this city either but from all over. If we don’t find a way to contain this soon the mists will consume not only the entire east side but potentially the entire city, and I don’t know about you but I don’t think I’m ready to have a pair of hooves and horns just yet.”

As the others nodded and began to discuss ideas for containment no one could seem to think of a way to stop what was happening, especially with the Minos coming out of the maze and practically inviting everyone to join their little pocket dimension. Aside from the spreading of the boundaries of the maze there was also the problem that as the wealthy elite they depended on those that were below them to keep them that way, but with those people choosing the carefree life of a rubber drone it was also causing their productivity to dip and their profits to shrink. In reality those that sat at the table could care less about the citizens of the city, but when their self-interests were threatened it had forced them all to come together in order to finally do something. When the hours passed and there was still no consensus on what could be done that didn’t make them look like villains the skunk sighed and leaned back in his chair.

“I think it’s time we give Motu a call,” the skunk said finally, causing everyone else at the table to stop and turn to him.

“That seems… a bit extreme, don’t you think?” the General said. “There’s a reason we didn’t bring him up in the first place, the dragon is powerful, yes, but he also only does things his way.”

“I know why we didn’t bring him up before, but desperate times call for desperate measures,” the skunk replied as he adjusted his glasses. “Plus he and his little band of brainwashed drones are mercenaries that are always looking for the next score, it would be something that could be easily spun as the dragon going on his own initiative. At this rate I would rather deal with a power-crazed merc than this Minos character, so unless anyone has any other plan on how to stop a mist that turns our city into an endless maze and the people within it to bull drones I think it’s time to make a call.”

The others at the table each gave one another uncomfortable glances but none of them said a word, and after a minute of silence the skunk got up and declared the meeting over. The others looked down and filed out of the office as he made his way over to the window that overlooked the entire city. From this vantage point he could see the mists that were slowly crawling and enveloping the area on the other side of the river, which would feel far away if it hadn’t been just a few city blocks in the heart of the ghetto a month or so ago. As he looked at the area in disdain he brought out his cell phone and secured the line before dialing a number…

Two days later in the lobby of a hotel just outside the quarantine zone a black scaled dragon stood at the reception desk sharpening the blade of his ax, tuning out the noise of the others in the mercenary core he controlled as they got ready for the fight ahead. As soon as he was called to try and take down this Minos, or multiple Minos as they had warned, he hadn’t stopped grinning at the thought of such a challenge. The arcane caster that was powerful enough to create a pocket dimension and have an entire neighborhood of thralls under him… that sounded like his kind of guy. He couldn’t wait to meet him after capturing him and the drones that were under him, which as he looked back at the men that were stationed about he wondered just how much he could bolster his own numbers with the bulls.

As he finished with the ax blade and tested it by swinging it down and splitting the wood of the reception desk Motu got a call over the radio. It was a report from his scouts that they were ready with what he had arranged for them to do and could already see activity starting to form in the mists. The dragon reported back to hold your position and that they would be there in ten, then turned back and roared for everyone to get ready. As the mercenaries looked up he could see the purple glow in their eyes that was similar to the stripes on his body as they immediately did what they were told.

Meanwhile a few streets down a group of ten armed mercenaries surrounded a somewhat large group of people that they had zip-tied and put down on their knees. Those that were within the circle called out for Minos to save them and that they were just trying to get into the maze while the mercenaries just watched and waited. Occasionally they would throw out something like the military would be there to detain them and such, and as they stood there they saw something come not from the wall of mist but further down the street. It was the red and blue Minos that had taken over the military checkpoint and as they walked towards them there were about two dozen bull drones that were right behind them.

As soon as they were spotted the mercenaries put up their weapons and told them to stop, which eventually the two did with the others taking up position right behind them with their own modified guns drawn. “Listen, these people just want to have the freedom that comes with being under us,” the red Minos said. “We’re giving them the choice to join, why are you taking it away from them?”

“Stand down freak,” the cobra that was closest to the group said. “You’re poisoning these people’s minds, luring them into your maze where they can never leave. How’s that for freedom?”

“Freedom is all in the perspective,” the blue Minos stated. “You could see for yourselves.”

As the tense standoff continued the two Minos bulls heard a loud whistle and suddenly the ten mercenaries were joined by a small army that had infiltrated the nearby streets and buildings in order to surround them. Even the confident demeanor of the two were taken slightly aback by the sudden increase in numbers of the other side, especially when those that were taken hostage got up and broke their bindings before being tossed weapons from the formerly hidden soldiers. As the bull drones tried to figure out where to point their own weapons they heard the sound of someone clapping and looked back ahead to see a dragon with black and red scales step out to the forefront. This one was clearly the leader and as the bull drones aimed at the new target Motu just reached back and took out his ax.

“Now it’s time for you to consider surrendering,” Motu said as he brandished his weapon with a flourish. “You’ve made a lot of people in very high places angry with this stunt you’re pulling, and considering they were desperate enough to bring me in on this I can say you really screwed the pooch. Now I’m here to set back the status quo and get my reward, which is going to be as many of your little bull drones as I want, now what do you say to that?”

The red and blue Minos looked at one another before they shouted for suppressive fire, which prompted the bulls behind them to begin to shoot in wide arcs all around. The mercenaries that were in the lines of fire ducked down as rubberized bullets hit the walls and windows around them but Motu shouted for everyone to fire back. The purple glow in the eyes of the mercenaries returned and they stood up to shoot, and though it mostly bounced off the skin of the drones he was causing them to falter. The intention wasn’t to kill them anyway and as Motu stepped forward the bullets that were shot in his direction hit the arcane shield that he had put up in front of him.

When he got close enough to engage the two the red and blue Minos separated and formed blades out of their own bodies, the rubber turning to curved swords that they attempted to strike the dragon with. Motu leaned down and used his ax to deflect both of them before he swung the mace-like end of his tail and hit the chest of the red Motu. The rubber minotaur was knocked off his feet and as the identical copy tried to take advantage and strike as the dragon had to step back he found the blade of the ax swung right by his face. As they continued to try and hit the seasoned mercenary though there was something else that was happening they could sense an aura that was radiating from the dragon that was making it hard to think.

While the two Minos were starting to feel the effects it was the bull drones that were becoming incapacitated. Those closest to the dragon had stopped firing and were holding their heads as the rubber on their faces began to contort and reshape, their bovine muzzles shifting into something more draconic while their horns did the same. A purple glow began to radiate from where their eyes would be and as the corruption seeped into their essence the drones that were further away suddenly found themselves being pounced upon by their former allies. As the Minos drones fell the mercenaries moved in to claim them; the effect of the dragon’s mental and physical manipulations would be only temporary, but those that it affected were more than willing to submit themselves to their new master as the psychic tendrils that connected them to Minos were severed.

Both the red and blue minotaur shared a look of shock as for the first time since they had started their reign they actually lost a bit of power, their connection weakening as the ones that they had converted themselves earlier were taken from them. “See, that’s the problem when it comes to dominating others like that,” Motu said as the surrounded minotaurs were overwhelmed and brought to their knees. “Someone else comes along that’s better and you suddenly find yourselves alone, especially when you telegraph how you do it so blatantly.”

“Let them go,” the blue Minos said. “You have us, let them go back to the maze where they belong.”

“They belong with their new master,” Motu said with a slight growl before stepping back. “Get them on their feet, I want them back at base and ready for interrogation in fifteen minutes.” As the mercenaries got the restrained Minos on their feet the dragon stopped the blue one by putting his ax right underneath his chin. “Cheer up, if you’re worth my time maybe I’ll consider putting you directly under me… in more ways than one.”

The other mercenaries chuckled at that and Motu once more allowed them to pass, looking up and down their shiny bodies as they did. At least this Minos had good taste in men, the dragon thought to himself before he began to order the others to contain the drones they had captured. He would need to properly condition them just like he had with the rest of his mercenaries but the addition of rubber drones to his force was certainly welcomed. If he could crack how the others did it then perhaps he would convert his entire army, Motu smiling at the thought as he put his ax back and followed the others to the hotel.

About an hour later the mercenaries had regrouped back in the main ballroom of the hotel with the drones they had caught and captured in full restraints. Ever since Motu’s influence had converted them they acted more like people rather than drones, especially when the dragon no longer had his power into them. To their surprise they demanded to be let back into the maze once more and some even strained against their restraints to do so until he manipulated their rubber to seal their limbs to their body. While he didn’t have the same power over them that Minos had it was still enough to keep them quiet while they wiggled about.

The rest of the mercenary group was celebrating the successful ambush with the liquor that they had taken from the hotel itself and nearby abandoned stores. While it was a bit preemptive the capture of a Minos, much less two, outside of the maze was considered a huge feat. As Motu said with a bottle he had taken himself he could imagine that those who hired him would be patting themselves on the back right now, but he knew from the taste of the power they had gotten that these creatures were not to be trifled with. Even with the two separated and restrained he knew that they could be dangerous and ordered his men to keep their distance and let him get the first chance to break them.

With no intention on joining the others in their festivities Motu decided there was no time like the present and got up from his chair, leaving his ax behind and heading to the ancillary rooms where they had the two Minos set up. Like the drones themselves they were completely restrained with arm binders behind their back and their legs strapped to the metal chair that they had screwed down into the floor. There was also a hood that they put on their faces complete with gag to make sure they couldn’t influence anyone during the set up and as he approached the red rubber minotaur he had decided to go after first they visibly reacted to their presence. Motu grinned and pulled the hood off, knowing that any mind tricks wouldn’t be effective on him as he let the Minos have a chance to see their new surroundings.

“So here’s the deal,” Motu said as he took another chair that was in the room and sat it in front of the shiny creature before leaning against it. “You’re going to tell me how to break the maze and take down the primary Minos, in exchange I’ve been given authorization to take as many Minos and drones as I want for myself… and I’ll be sure to add you and your identical friend to the list. Those that don’t will either transform back I assume or be subject to experimentation until they do.”

“What makes you think I’m not the real Minos?” the red Minos replied with a smirk.

“Because the real Minos wouldn’t risk losing his home-field advantage like that when he has clones that can do the work for him,” Motu explained with a chuckle as he sat down. “Listen, I get it, I run my ship in a similar fashion as you, except that I don’t take over large chunks of a city to do it. This was going to happen eventually and they’re going to break the maze whether it’s me or someone else they hire.”

As Motu leaned forward the minotaur just shook his head. “You have no idea,” Minos said as he huffed. “We made that place better, people flock to us to become part of the herd and rejoice when they do. I am Minos, and I will never let the maze fall.”

“Mmmm, that was riveting,” Motu said with a smirk. “But I happen to know that you used to be someone in a similar position to me named Bastion, and from your file you were supposed to recruit the phoenix known as Slypher in order to take care of the problem only to become turncoat and join them.” The metal chair creaked slightly as Motu leaned in. “Is Bastion even in there anymore, I wonder? Can the goomancer come out and play?”

The minotaur just spat in the face of the dragon and Motu leaned back and chuckled as he rubbed the red latex off of him. “Yes, I remember Bastion,” Minos replied. “Which is more than I can say for you once we’re done with you.”

The dragon decided that this particular version of Minos was done talking and got up, going over to a water station and cleaning himself off in case there was any particular corruption in the rubber before he moved on to the next room. He had seen when the two moved that despite being identical save for the color of their skin that there were some subtle personality differences in the two, the red rubber minotaur with a more serious expression on his face while the blue one had a subtle grin at their predicament. From what he had been briefed on the former phoenix would be more of a handful then his counterpart, but that also had the potential to work in his advantage. All it took was to figure out the particular type of crazy that the blue minotaur was as he walked into the second room.

“Ah, it’s the big strong dragon merc,” the blue Minos said with a grin on his face as he shifted in his chair. “You know if you wanted to tie me up like this you should have just asked, I’m sure that we could have accommodated one another. You wouldn’t have even needed to buy me dinner first, though I am quite ravenous right now…”

“Perhaps in a bit,” Motu explained as he found this minotaur far more amicable. “So are you aware of what happened with your counterpart?”

“Vaguely,” the blue Minos replied. “I know that he didn’t talk about the maze and I’m not either, but… perhaps if we have some fun together you might persuade me to leak some details in the heat of the moment.”

The dragon just scoffed and shook his head as he walked around the restrained creature and patted his head. “Listen, I know about the ways that you like to have fun and how you used it to turn that military officer into a Minos,” Motu said, though as he rubbed his fingers against the smooth surface between those horns he did find it quite pleasant. “Even if I would let you do that to me I think that my magic is stronger than the mighty Minos.”

“I’m sure you are,” Minos replied. “That’s why having a quick tryst shouldn’t harm anything, and since I’m quite versatile you can even be on top. Plus you have me bound up tight, you basically have a rubber minotaur toy that you can use to relieve all that pent-up tension you have.”

The dragon frowned slightly at that, something the minotaur also picked up on as he grinned and licked his lips. Motu had been quite busy doing back to back jobs and he had actually thought about using the hotel venue to his advantage and pick one of his mercenaries to ravage before they entered the maze, but the more he looked at this creature the more he found the offer to be quite enticing. The bull had a muscular form that was slightly lither than his own, though there was plenty of strength there as well that he was sure the rubber entity enjoyed using for his conquests. While the mercenaries were fine on a whim he was always looking for someone with a bit more dominance to take, someone like himself as he looked over and saw the eyes of the rubber minotaur practically light up as though he could sense his thoughts.

After a few more moments of mental deliberation Motu went over and locked the door of the ancillary ballroom before heading back to claim his prize. The minotaur was more than ready and as the dragon undid the straps that connected his legs to the chair he noticed that there was a new appendage that had formed on his rubber body. The thick bovine length was mostly humanoid but had a slightly flared head and a medial ring around the base of the shaft. The dragon joked that he didn’t know why he bothered to form it since he would be on the bottom and Minos just replied that he wanted to present all options.

Once the rubber minotaur had been released from the chair Motu thought about the best way to do this before he saw a portable bar that was used for parties. While it was a bit tall it was a good enough height for what they were about to do and lead the still mostly restrained minotaur over to it before bending him over. The hooved feet of the other man dangled slightly above the ground as the dragon got between his legs; while he hoped that maybe he could corrupt this Minos a little more through the act he found his mind was mostly focused on the tight shiny rear of the creature that was presented to him, his own ridged length throbbing hard as he found himself growing more aroused by the second. The minotaur was more than inviting and even wiggled his rear to entice him, and though Motu knew he might have been playing into his hands he was confident in his own abilities as he rubbed the muscular rubber form in front of him.

The minotaur let out a loud groan that Motu quickly stifled by holding the other man’s muzzle shut as the tip began to push into the tight hole. To his amusement the ring of muscle yielded easily and allowed him to push inside, no doubt the augmented physiology of the creature helping him as he found himself sinking in several inches before he had to pause. When he pulled out a bit he felt those muscles almost trying to pull him back in and the dragon was more than happy to oblige by giving a slightly more forceful push. The minotaur grunted in response and when he didn’t make any more noise he leaned back and rubbed his hands against those strong sides.

He was definitely going to have to keep this one, Motu thought to himself with a smirk as he began to thrust his hips back and forth. The feeling of the rubber against his scales was a very enticing sensation and the pleasure that he got from the squeezing of those inner walls against his thick shaft pushing deeper into the bull. As the bar began to wiggle slightly from pounding harder into the muscular body in front of him Motu was still wary about any magics that would transform him, keeping note of every tingle and pulse even with the waves of pleasure that radiated from his groin. While he could feel swirls and eddies of arcane energy between them it was expected since they were both magical creatures, and as the dragon started to feel increasingly generous he reached down and stroked the rubber shaft of the minotaur.

The legs the mercenary had spread open twitched and he could feel him squirming more as he was being pleasured from two ends, especially when Motu slid him back so that he dangled a bit further down that allowed him to slam upwards. The sight of the bouncing bull on his heavy rod caused Motu to growl, and as he went up to rub the head of the restrained male he saw that the rubber had shifted significantly enough that he was able to notice it. The horns on the bovine’s head had morphed so that they swept back and the wide nose of Minos had shifted to become slightly more angular, which combined with the sharper teeth that were revealed by his mouth opening from every thrust gave the minotaur a different visage. Motu was surprised at the changes but his mind told him that he was trying to corrupt him to give more information, he just didn’t realize that he was doing it so well as he saw the rubber of the spine shifting to make the small tail he had thicken with new growth.

But while his power had given draconic features to most of the mercenaries that were under his command it was often subtle, and as Motu leaned forward to hilt the changing creature he grabbed at their legs and saw their feet changing. The hooves split and toes morphed out of the swirling rubber as the blue began to shift in coloration, turning to a shiny black that spread down their entire body. When he saw purple stripes start to form his eyes widened and he attempted to pull out, only to feel his entire cock enveloped in a suction that kept him lodged deep in the tailhole of the other male. He heard a chuckle from the creature beneath him and as the minotaur looked back it was with actual eyes that had a yellow iris in draconic pupil.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Minos asked, though his voice had shifted as red rubber could be seen on his neck and lower jaw just like Motu’s scales had. “The fun is just beginning.” As Motu continued to try and back away the cock he let go of was no longer blue, in fact it matched the one that was currently inside the tailhole keeping him there as he saw the muscles of the minotaur growing. When pulling out didn’t work the dragon decided to try the opposite, grabbing the thighs of the rubber creature and slamming himself forward to create as much pleasure as he could before pulling out again.

The sudden wave that came over Minos was enough to loosen him up and when the dragon pulled back it was with enough force that it caused him to stumble backwards. He hadn’t orgasmed yet but could feel it in his throbbing shaft though as the other man turned around and saw a body similar to his own standing there he found himself doing a double take. As the dragon recovered he ordered the transforming creature to stop and sit back down, which thankfully the other creature did. Once he was back in the metal chair Motu strapped the other man once more, though he had to adjust a few things as he found that the arms and legs of the man had thickened considerably.

Once he was done Motu left the room, trying not to hear his own voice telling him to come back so that they could finish. That was too close, the mercenary thought to himself, he had almost allowed himself to get caught in some trap that he hadn’t been expecting. It was also a deviation from the playbook that Minos usually employed and he wondered if it was something that they had improvised or if he was seeing a side of the phoenix instead of the rubber minotaur. Either way he was going to give himself a chance to cool down and went up to the suite that he had designated as his room for the time being.

It was on the top floor and allowed him a great vantage point of the mist-filled city that he was trying to destroy, but for the moment Motu was just grateful for the big shower as he set the water to cold and stepped inside. He had been so close to orgasming but the shock of seeing himself forming from the rubber creature was enough to pull himself away. He could only imagine what would have happened if he had cum inside the rubber bull, but after examining himself he found that he didn’t have any traces of rubber on him.

Once he was sure that there were no traces of corruption on him Motu flopped on the bed and let out a long sigh, staring up at the ceiling while trying to move on from the moment of weakness that he had. As he felt something however he tilted his head up and saw that he once more was hard as a rock, and while he normally didn’t resort to his own hand he decided to release the tension in that way then continue to have such feelings that Minos could manipulate. He started slow and leaned back while holding onto his shaft, gradually moving up to shifting his hips and rubbing the red scales of his chest. As he started to find himself building up to his climax he increased the speed and soon his hand became a blur as he wanted to hit his orgasm and then go to sleep.

Except no orgasm came. The groans of pleasure became grunts of exertion as he continued to stroke himself fervently until the muscles of his arm became sore. Eventually he gave up but as he flopped back on the bed he found himself still hard and even more horny than before. This can’t be happening, Motu grumbled in his own mind as he thought about taking another cold shower before eventually focusing enough to make himself soften. The lustful need was still there lurking just beneath the surface and as he tried to get to sleep Motu found himself getting hard again more than once, and with each time it was becoming harder and harder to ignore…

The next morning the dragon mercenary found himself in a frustrated state, though it was mostly frustration from the night before as he had to adjust his breeches to make sure nothing showed before going back down to the main ballroom. As he got there he saw that the mercenaries were hard at work as before, though due to the mental conditioning and connection to them he could tell they were feeling anxious and frustrated themselves. That didn’t bother him though, instead his mind was focused on how to break these two Minos so that he could finish this. While he did his usual morning routine Motu also got the news from one of those assigned to taking care of the drones that something unusual had happened during the night; not only did they all reform their genitals but they were also completely erect and had been for hours.

Motu sighed internally and managed to make a joke about calling a doctor if it lasted more than four hours before telling the concerned mercenary that it was just a side-effect of the interrogation. While it was a good enough excuse for his subordinate the dragon knew that it was anything but that as the drones were starting to reflect his mood despite not having a direct connection with them anymore. He let out a growl as he felt himself getting played, and that was not something he was prepared to take as he told all the mercenaries not to come within a hundred feet of those two rooms before he went up there himself. As he got to the ancillary ballrooms he decided to go up against the red rubber Minos, especially since he had left in such haste that he wasn’t sure what he would be returning to in the other room.

As Motu opened the door and walked inside however he found himself stopping dead in his tracks at what he saw. The metal chair was completely vacant with straps that lay on the carpet around it, but there was still someone in the room and as the black and red scaled dragon smiled at him he felt his blood freeze in his veins. “I was wondering when I was going to come back,” the other Motu said as he slowly walked over to him, his draconic tail lazily waving back and forth as their identical eyes met. “Why don’t you close the door so that we can have a chat.”

Motu found himself too stunned to initially respond, his mind so filled with questions it caused his brain to lock as he shut the door behind him. The dragon that he had walked in on didn’t even look like rubber, instead it was an exact copy of his own form all the way down to the mannerisms as the other Motu put down a set of glasses and poured liquor into each. He found himself sitting down while still staring at the creature and when he reached for his glass the other dragon did the same, gripping it at the same time and even bringing it to his lips to take a measured sip. It was like he was looking in the mirror and the more they interacted the more it seemed that they were moving as their tails even synced in their waving back and forth behind them.

“This is impossible,” Motu said finally. “I feel like I walked into the wrong room.”

“You were going to find yourself regardless of what room you were in,” the other Motu said as they once more took a drink at the same time. “I hope you don’t mind but I popped out in order to grab this, luckily your mercenary drones were all too accommodating to help their leader. Didn’t stick around too long though, didn’t want to give up the game.”

“You mean the game where you stole my identity?” Motu said with a snarl forming on his lips, only to stop when he saw the same expression on the other dragon’s face. “I don’t know what this is all about but you aren’t going to get away with this Minos.”

“Minos?” the other dragon said in slight confusion. “You must be confused, I’m Motu.”

“You are not Motu!” Motu shouted as he slid off the chair, the other dragon doing it at the same time. “I’m Motu!”

“I’m Motu!”

Motu had to do a double take as their words almost lined up perfectly to the point that it sounded like one voice. This creature was mimicking him more by the second and it was messing with his head, seeing himself in real life like that almost making him question his own identity. He was Motu, the dragon thought to himself, and when he looked back up he saw the other dragon do the same.

“You stop that right now and change back!”

“You stop that right now and change back!”

“I’m warning you!”

“I’m warning you!”

“I swear if you keep doing this I’m going to strangle you…”

“I swear if you keep doing this I’m going to strangle you…”

There was no more latency in their voices anymore and it was causing Motu’s already frustrated mind to reach the breaking point. He launched himself at the other dragon and the two toppled to the floor, and though the synchronicity between them was broken the scuffle between them and rolling around on the ground caused his perception to be even more skewed. It didn’t help that the two were literally evenly matched and after a few minutes the two separated and got up to their feet, both of them panting at the exact same time. As the two Motus looked at one another they both seemed to realize two things; that they both had a look of confusion on their faces as they tried to recall who was who, and that they were both completely erect.

It was hard to think straight as he realized his cock had slid out, and as Motu looked at the hard member on the other dragon he saw that even the subtle throb of their shafts was the same. He was still so horny from the last night and he always held such a high opinion of himself, but as he shook his head to try and get those thoughts out of his mind he saw the other dragon with a grin on his face that wasn’t on his own muzzle. “I see that the thought corruption is finally working,” the other Motu said as he came up to the dragon, who recoiled slightly before accepting the touch of his own scaled hands on his body. “See how much better it is to be me than Minos?”

“Wait… that’s not right.”

“Wait… that’s not right.”

Motu’s eyes widened as he found that the latency was back again, except this time he was the one that had fallen slightly behind.

“You’re not Motu, I am!”

“You’re not Motu, I am!”

“Maybe it’s time for you to change back now…”

This time the dragon found himself unable to repeat the words, the authority of the dragon’s tone ringing in his ears as his doppelganger began to rub down his shoulders. As he felt those scaly hands slide along his upper arms it felt different than it was supposed to be, and as he looked down at them he was shocked to find that the black scales had started to have a rubbery sheen. It was impossible, he wasn’t the Minos… right? Vestiges of doubt began to creep into his mind and the other dragon’s smile widened more as felt himself get backed up into the wall.

The two Motu’s found themselves panting as the one that was in control took advantage of the confusion in the other dragon and had started to stroke lower while pinning him with his body. With their eyes focused on the rubber shine that was spreading down their arms they hardly noticed as their red scaled muscular chests pressed against one another. With their growing lusts the one against the wall found himself blinking his eyes several times as though to try and dispel the illusion, but every time he did he just saw his own face staring back at him. Eventually that identical muzzle met his own in a deep kiss and it was becoming hard for the increasingly latex dragon to focus as he felt their twin cocks pressing against one another.

Both dragons found themselves reaching down as their kiss grew more passionate, their bodies trembling as they began to stroke both cocks pressed together at the same time. The feel of their movement at the same time, their breathing matching, the way that their tongues swirled around one another in the same fashion just made the dragons even more inflamed with lust. Soon it didn’t matter that one of them wasn’t actually Motu, the combined lust and feeling themselves grope over one another’s body caused both to let out a moan as they decided to shift their position. The two ended up on the floor with their muzzles facing each other’s groins.

The sounds of slurping filled the air as the two briefly licked and nuzzled one another’s erections before starting to slide down on them, both filling their maws as much as they could with the thick dragon cock while their bodies rubbed up against one another. The fact they were bobbing up and down at the same time and their hips twitched exactly alike made the surreal sensation even more interesting. Their nostrils flared as they became more intent on shoving as much of that throbbing shaft inside of them, even moving their positions to have the head get pushed down into their throats where their muscles massaged it. When they started to become more adventurous they reached forward and teased a finger around their tailhole, both of them bucking their hips as the digit slid in easily while their throats were starting to become stretched with the head of their shaft inside it.

The two were so preoccupied with one another that they didn’t hear the door open and another walk inside, the combination of the carpet and their scaled thighs slapping against one another’s snouts making it hard to hear the approaching person. It wasn’t until they had a shadow over them that the two looked up, their yellow eyes locking onto a third pair that looked down at them with a smirk. “You know, I give you two a few minutes alone with one another and I find you like this,” Motu said as he shook his head. “I suppose I should have guessed.”

The sight of a third dragon in the mix caught both Motu that were on the floor by surprise. As one looked at the other he could see that the rubber was no longer just affecting one, both creatures had patches of shiny scales in both spots of their bodies as they pulled apart. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the standing Motu said. “I enjoy seeing my two little doppelgangers enjoying my body like that.”

“Two doppelgangers?” Both Motus said at once.

“Of course,” the regular dragon replied. “You don’t think I would just give one of you the pleasure of my form while I plumbed your mind for secrets on how to defeat the real Minos and get rid of the maze, the fact that you turned each other though is pretty fascinating. I think I have enough for my mercenaries to move; now that I know if I turn them into faceless bull drones with no recollection of their identities I can slide them right past your arcane wards, which is why you two got to spend some time together in that form.”

“So, neither of us are Motus,” the one Motu said as he put a hand to his head, feeling the memories of being a dragon starting to evaporate as the other two nodded their heads. “It was so real, I could have sworn that it was me. Which Minos was I then?”

“Looks like you’ll just have to turn back and find out,” the Motu standing up said with a grin. “Since I am completely pent up I think it would be nice to take one of you while you’re still me, and since I don’t want to leave you with nothing to do why don’t we make this dragon that’s having a little harder of a time the one in the middle.”

The Motu that had spoken up about their thoughts suddenly found themselves with another dragon on either side of them, pressing against him as he found his doppelgangers nuzzling and groping against him. The one in front of him was starting to look like a more rubberized version of himself, which he guessed was either Bastion or Slypher, and since he was also getting the same treatment he must have been the other one. But since their colors weren’t bleeding through yet it was impossible to tell which one was which yet and that was starting to mess with his psyche as he found more of the memories of Motu disappearing from his mind. But the two dragons were quick to occupy his troubled thoughts with something different as the three muzzles met for a shared kiss before they got into their positions.

All three of them were fully erect and even with the rubberization of their bodies happening the three dragons continued to act alike as much as possible. They were clearly horny, which as the one that was volunteered to be in the middle got to his knees the other two had him stroking their throbbing shafts. The middle dragon wasn’t to be denied however as they took their feet and slid it along his sensitive flesh, the combination of rubber and scales causing him to tremble before the other two knelt down beside him. At this point he was practically panting and needed release as he got on all fours and felt the real dragon behind him get up to his hips, though had he kept looking he would have seen a patch of rubber starting to form on the self-proclaimed real Motu’s neck.

But the dragon in the middle had already gotten his head nuzzled into the shiny groin of the one that had sat down in front of him, his shaft glistening both from the synthetic flesh and their previous encounter. As he began to stroke it again with his hand to get ready he could feel the medial ring starting to form and the head flared out slightly, but frustratingly it still remained the same pink coloration as the draconic shaft that was starting to get nosed up against his tailhole. Who was he, Motu thought to himself, though as he felt his own cock morphing into a similar configuration as the one in front of him he knew at least one thing he was.

He was Minos.

The shift in mental perspective could be felt by the two that were on either side of him and as the dragon’s head nodded to one another both had a big grin on their face. The patch that had formed on the neck of the one behind the real Motu began to shift into a blue coloration as the Slypher Minos allowed himself to manifest. With their adversary fully engaged in believing that he was also a rubber bull it was only a matter of time before the magic he had just allowed to corrupt his mind would burn away the rest of his memories like acid. Unlike the other two though there would be no remembering for this one, not with how dangerous, powerful, and arrogant he was even as his lips wrapped around the member of the one in front of him and began to suck.

As the blue Minos continued to reform he rubbed the back of the dragon and watched as his wings began to shift and melt, pushing them against his body that turned to a deep purple rubber. Though they were still making the connection with their newest Minos he could tell that even if they did revert back to their original forms and told him he really had been the dragon the entire time his mind would reject it. The minotaur identity growing inside him was taking root rather quickly and was aided by the lust that came with being edged, though they intended on bringing that to an end in celebration of another joining their ranks as the blue Minos began to push his cock into the rubberized tailhole of the increasingly bull-like man in front of him. As the red Minos started to reform and pushed his still draconic cock into the muzzle of the other man they heard the door being banged on which prompted the two that were not in a fog of lust to look over.

It took several tries but eventually those on the other side managed to bust in, the three mercenaries nearly stumbling forward as they panted. “Motu, something very wrong is happening!” the leopard that had been in front said. “The bull drones activated and are… turning… everyone…”

The leopard’s eyes widened as they saw three vaguely draconic rubber creatures on the floor, the one in deep purple rubber the furthest along with his eyes closed and his throat and stomach bulging from the growing cocks inside of him. The other two just smirked at one another and then continued with their thrusting, using their still synchronized movements to perfectly push the muscular bull man between them while they watched the mass of his tail flow into his body as his draconic feet merged into hooves. The two Minos didn’t have to worry about the three that were still frozen in shock, especially as the one in back had taken off their helmet to reveal black rubber that was creeping across their increasingly bovine face while another took off his pants to show his cock that was being encased in a bulge and brought up against his body.

The three mercenaries that had barged in continued to disrobe until they were completely naked, the two seeing that with the power of the dragon being corrupted the new energy was quickly diffusing into his men. It was aided by the thought that was implanted when the blue Minos masqueraded as the real Motu and said that his men needed to be identity-less rubber bull drones, which was clearly happening as fur and scale was assimilated by black rubber that smoothed over their faces and other features. The dragon had already conditioned his mercenaries to think only of the squad and that his identity was theirs, this was just the next phase in their progression as their leader became another Minos bull. Not just any Minos bull either, as the blue Minos took the dragon plushie that had been created and tossed it aside the one between them would be only Minos without any other thought in his head on what he used to be.

Soon it was just three rubber bulls on the ground with the blue and red ones thrusting in between them, the deep purple minotaur letting out a muffled groan of pleasure that was interrupted by a slurping noise as his throat was thrusted into. When the blue Minos could sense that there was nothing left of Motu in that body he reached forward and began to stroke on his cock, causing his already pleasure flooded body to shudder and convulse. His orgasm finally rushed up on him and as he came the red Minos pressed against his nose and created a gold ring that would cement his place as part of the herd leadership. The other two also shared an orgasm in response to filling this creature with their magically-tainted rubber seed, causing his stomach to distend slightly from the gush of fluids as eventually they stopped and slowly pulled out of the muzzle and tailhole of their newest convert.

The two gave the third Minos bull a second to recover as the blue Minos went out to check on how the rubber bull droning was going for the rest of the group while the red Minos stayed behind. “Looks like you were having a great time,” the red Minos said as he stroked down the muscular chest of the other minotaur. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel… really good,” the purple Minos said as he looked down at himself while the other minotaur continued to put on the rest of the gold jewelry that they both had. “My memory is a bit hazy though, I can remember that you two had been captured… and then I came and helped you get the mercenaries that are on the floor below all turned into bull drones. Is that right?”

“Sounds good to me,” the red Minos said. “Speaking of which, perhaps we should go and join our fellow minotaur to make sure that we were successful in our mission. It’s good to have you here Minos, maybe we’ll see you more outside the maze now?”

The purple minotaur just nodded with a smile as he walked with the other one towards the lobby. It had been the first time in ages since he had left the safety of the maze’s center and he was longing to look outside to see how things were going, even if it was just for a few moments. The opportunity to not only do so but also lay a trap for these unsuspecting mercenaries was a great two-for-one bargain that he couldn’t possibly pass up. When he got to the grand ballroom it was completely silent with dozens upon dozens of identical bull drones that stood there, their faceless heads all turned the same direction as they waited for their orders while the blue Minos had a big bin that he was filling with all the plushies of their former mercenary identities scattered about.

“Seems like they are a little emptier then our typical drones,” the purple Minos said.

“Yes, considering the conditioning that they had gone through we thought it wise to completely tie their memories into their old forms,” the red Minos explained. “Given the powerful magical aura that they were under it might reconstitute if they were allowed to remember who they were.”

“That’s good thinking,” the purple Minos said with a nod. “I can sense that there was an arcane link between them, though it doesn’t seem that the leader of them is among them. Do you know where they are, did they escape?”

“No, we turned them into a Minos,” the red Minos explained as the grin on his bovine muzzle grew. “They’re not going to remember anything about their past life either, just retain the experience and skills that they had gotten with a bit of magical talent.”

The purple Minos also smiled and patted the other minotaur on the back. “That’s really good, considering the number of people under him that must have been quite the task to overpower him,” the purple Minos stated. “You must have done quite a number on him too, I would hate to be the one that receives that sort of treatment… though knowing you two maybe not. But I digress, you two get these drones to gather up all the gear in here and bring it into the maze, I’ll be right behind you after I make a call…”

As day began to turn to night the skunk watched from his window as the mist that continued to cling to the part of the city shifted, hearing the door open as he took a drink from his glass. “Sir, I have news,” the lemur man that acted as his servant said.

“If it’s the fact that the mercenary failed I already know,” the skunk said with a frown on his face as he gripped the glass tightly. “I just watched the area of influence grow by another two blocks and get close to the edge of our evacuation zone. What a useless dragon…”

“No, it’s not that sir,” the lemur said as he began to step forward, his face shifting as he removed his coat to expose the purple rubber that was starting to spread up his arms while the skunk remained oblivious. “I have a message for you sir.”

“Great, probably from the General for a status update,” the skunk replied. “What’s the message?” When there was no response the skunk’s frustrated face softened and he started to turn back to ask what was going on, only to stop as he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and keep him facing front. As the skunk looked at the reflection in the glass he could vaguely see the growing snout of the creature behind him as the clothing tailored for a lemur burst at the seams to reveal more synthetic flesh.

“I thought given the importance of the message I would deliver it myself,” Minos said with a grin before he shook his thickening neck, letting out a snort of pleasure as a pair of horns pushed out just above his temples before he stared down into the reflection of the skunk’s face. “You have played your games and failed; that part of the city is mine, and if you don’t want me to take any more of it then you are going to stop what you are doing and let people come in freely. If you don’t like that then my alternative is to reach out and drone everyone in the city until it covers everything, and then you can have the fun of looking down at my maze as it engulfs this tower of yours.

“You think that you can dictate the rules just because you made yourself a little niche in the world?” the skunk replied with a sneer. “The mercenary may have failed but you have already been exposed, and the more you take the more the people you take from are going to do something to stop you. You may have thought that you are telling me the end of the story, I’m informing you that this is just the beginning.”

There was a moment as the skunk felt those thick hands rub into his shoulders, but despite the bravado and confident demeanor he knew the rubber minotaur that had grown out of his servant could have easily picked him up and thrown him across the room. “It seems that we find ourselves at an impasse then,” Minos said as he patted the skunk on the head and walked over to face him directly. “I would ask yourself how much more you’re willing to lose just to gain back a piece of the city that you cared nothing for anyway, and if you would like to negotiate terms then I’m leaving you a little parting gift to show that there are no hard feelings… yet.”

Before the skunk could say anything the purple hue of the rubber on the minotaur’s body began to fade to black and the facial features melded together until it formed into a featureless bovine shape. Even before the musculature deflated a bit and the posture of the creature became less domineering the skunk knew what his servant had been turned into. When he was finished changing yet again it wasn’t just a bull drone that stood there, this one had an x-harness, collar, and cuffs that if anyone had seen walking around his office it would shame him immensely. It would be a constant reminder of the creature that had bested him, and as the drone asked if there was anything that he could do for him the skunk just let out a yell and threw his half-full glass across the wall where it smashed to pieces.

As the drone moved to clean up the mess the skunk made his way over to his desk and grabbed the phone, encrypting the line before waiting for the voice on the other line to answer. “Yeah, this is Miles,” the skunk said in agitation as he watched the bull clean in what was probably the most provocative display possible. “Just had a visit from Minos, and one thing he’s right about is that the games are over. Call the others, it’s time for plan B.”