FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

The sound of soft music filled Newlyn’s ears as his eyes slowly opened, seeing that it was seven in the morning as the numbers flashed in front of his vision. When he was fully awake the numbers disappeared and so did the music as the snow leopard stretched his limbs. Though sunlight streamed in through his window it continued to remain dim in the room before he decided he was used to it, and the second he was the tint over his eyes vanished as well. Even though the only thing that was actually in the room was his bed Newlyn found himself in a treetop bungalow that was surrounded by jungle. As Newlyn took a second to let the nanites in his system optimize his bodily processes he decided that the jungle motif was old news and brought up the store into his field of vision, going through the options before he opted for the space theme and overlayed the augmented reality over the bare room.

Just as he was about to get out of bed and start the day Newlyn had to stop when another window filled his vision displaying the latest culinary creation from a local fast food joint. He groaned slightly and waited for about thirty seconds before the ad was finally able to be dismissed and sighed as he did. Ever since the advent of augmented reality and the ability to project sights, sounds, and even touch and taste through nanites that had originally been developed to monitor and solve medical issues it had been worked on for commercial purposes. It allowed the snow leopard to feel like he was living on a space station even though he was in a small apartment in the middle of the city, but with the freedom to overlay anything they wanted onto their senses those that created such things found an opportunity for extremely invasive advertisements as well. Though there were some laws in place that limited such things, requiring authorization to do things like hijack their sense of taste and touch or to block their vision in a dangerous situation, anytime someone like Newlyn used the features it often gave the companies a chance to slip in a focused ad that he couldn’t skip.

It wasn’t just related to the augmented reality he had either, as Newlyn opened the door and went to his futuristic-looking kitchen of the space station overlay he started to drink his coffee and suddenly got another add in his vision that asked if he would like to try out a new flavor for free. He groaned and when the ad timed out he immediately dismissed it before letting out a sigh, wishing he hadn’t signed the agreement that allowed him access to his current AR setting in exchange for allowing ads whenever he was in his apartment. It prompted him to leave his place earlier than he needed and went to the station in order to catch the train to work. There was a small lounge area where he could sit and look at his e-mails and as he sat down he could see several others that looked like they were staring off into space, though they were no doubt watching or reading something being projected directly into their brains.

Newlyn soon joined them and began to cycle through his messages, only to stop and let out a slight growl as yet another ad popped up. Someone nearby heard him and informed him that the lounge now had ads that were being used whenever someone connected to its hub. The snow leopard sighed and put his hand on his head until he waited for it to finish. They continued to appear sporadically after that and finally he got up and went to the one spot where ads were not allowed to be played, going into the public restroom and sitting down in one of the stalls. At that point Newlyn had enough and mentally brought up a search engine, this time looking up adblockers so that he could at least enjoy his commute without being bombarded by news of the latest colon cream.

Unfortunately with the technology being so invasive there wasn’t much someone could do that was legitimate, anything that would be used to get around the ads would often be flagged and then Newlyn would lose his augmented reality ability. But there were places on the net that one could find stealthier hacks if one was willing to risk the security of their nanites, but he had decent antivirus software and clicked around the darker parts of the net to find what he wanted. Finally he found what he was looking for just before he had to give up the search, ironically it was part of a package that included a number of other illegal augments such as body enhancements. Though the main reason it intrigued him was the sophisticated ad block software Newlyn found the other claims the program had to be very interesting; not only did it include the usual boosted libido but also said that it could make him more sexually appealing and even increase his physical endowments. As he continued to click through he found that it was a bit pricey but with the toolkit it boasted, the guarantee rebate if it didn’t work, and the fact it said it only needed to be updated once a month had the snow leopard eventually clicking on his virtual wallet.

It was more than he had paid for a lot of the augmented reality features he had but at this point Newlyn was so sick and tired of ads that he was ready for a change. Once he had downloaded the new program into the central matrix that made up his nanites they did a scan for any problem files and didn’t find anything, then installed it into his system. Though he was cutting it close with his train coming any minute, his program warning him of such, he didn’t want to connect to anything while it was installing in case it wasn’t as stealthy as it claimed. There was a still a chance that as soon as he walked out the new software would be detected but with only a minute to catch the train he couldn’t afford to be careful as the installation completed and he ran out of the bathroom.

Newlyn saw the train pull up just as he got onto the platform and squeezed himself onboard just like the dozens of other early morning commuters, forced to remain standing as those who were there before him snagged the seats immediately. It didn’t matter much to the snow leopard as his stop wasn’t too far away and his more pressing concern was what would happen once he did anything with his interface. As he looked around he could see that nearly everyone was already plugged in, which gave the train car an almost eerie feeling with everyone silent and staring forward into screens that only they could see. As the train continued on its way Newlyn knew he would eventually have to test the software out and would rather do it here than at work, taking a deep breath and opening up his browser into his field of vision.

Much to the snow leopard’s relief he wasn’t instantly greeted with voided warranty notices and threats of disconnection along with legal action. It appeared the program really was as stealthy as it boasted, Newlyn thought to himself as he tried out a few low-level searches. He became so immersed in what he was doing that he hadn’t even realized that he reached his station until the electronic announcement transmitted to his AR said so and people began to shuffle out of the stopped train. As he did the same he couldn’t believe it, he had gone from his home station to his work station and didn’t see an ad the entire time!

The realization of this almost made Newlyn giddy as he got off the train himself and went to work. Though he wanted to do some more tests to make sure that he wouldn’t get caught using an illegal ad blocker it appeared that it operated exactly as advertised. If that was the case then perhaps he might try a few of those other options, the snow leopard thought to himself with a bit of a chuckle. While that probably wouldn’t happen he was more than satisfied with the freedom his new toy was giving him.

The entire day flew by in an instant and before Newlyn realized it he was back home and playing around with the settings while in his apartment. The ads that had plagued him in the morning were no more and he was able to switch between several different augmented reality settings without seeing anything pop up and bother him. The only caveat he found was that once in a while he noticed his environements glitch slightly, and when he opened his settings to try and figure out what was going on he saw that the toolkit was running several programs in the background that were taking up a lot of resources. When he tried to stop any of them he got a warning saying that these were critical to the functionality of the toolkit and Newlyn decided that the peace of mind was better than the occasional reality break, though had he investigated any of them more closely he might have seen that several of them had an open download going straight into his nanites.

For the next few days Newlyn continued to enjoy his ad free experience as he went from work to home, growing bolder with each day that he wasn’t caught with his new toolkit. No one seemed to notice and it was growing confidence, especially at work when he found that he could use it to bypass one of the company firewalls and get outside access without them realizing it. He quickly realized that he had to be careful with such a power, even if the sensors didn’t pick up his activity he had to make sure his work was being done. That didn’t stop him from using it when he could, especially in the breakroom where he normally only had access to entertainment the company provided for their workers to make sure they would go back to work.

Just as Newlyn was about to finish up an episode of the show he had been watching he felt a hand on his shoulder that caused him to jump slightly before he looked up at the fox it belonged to. “Hey there Newlyn,” the fox said. “I was wondering if you saw that e-mail about the new firmware update that we have to look through? We have to make sure that it’s client ready in a few weeks and I’d like to get a jump on it.”

“Oh, yeah Jerry, I’ve already started on it,” Newlyn quickly replied with a sheepish grin as he closed out his streaming service.

“Excellent, great to hear,” Jerry replied with a smile of his own, though for some reason Newlyn noticed that he continued to linger for a bit. “Hey… I was wondering if perhaps you would want to go out later and maybe have a drink together? I know it’s a bit short notice but plans I had made previously fell through and I feel awkward going out alone, and after this update I could really use a drink or three.”

“I… um, yeah,” Newlyn managed to say as he was taken by surprise by the sudden offer. “What time were you thinking?”

“Oh, it would have to be this weekend actually,” Jerry quickly said as he seemed slightly taken off-guard as well. “I’ll e-mail you the details. Thanks for the hard work Newlyn!”

As Jerry practically ran off Newlyn couldn’t help but watch the flustered fox in slight confusion. Even though the conversation had started in the usual professional manner he had with Jerry it was the first time ever that he had been asked out like that, and what was even more unusual was that he had accepted. The more he thought about it though the more that he had noticed he was getting more looks than usual, which the only reason it had caught his attention was because he had started to get paranoid that somehow he knew he was running illegal software. As his break finished up and he started to walk back to his desk though he saw that he was getting looks even from his coworkers, but Newlyn knew enough to tell that they were looking at him with lust instead of accusation.

Newlyn tried to ignore it and just focus on his work, but after his encounter with Jerry he began to see that he was definitely getting more attention than usual. When he looked down at himself he really didn’t see anything different about himself that would warrant it but more than once he would be sitting there when someone came up and grabbed him by the shoulders or patted him on the head. It was definitely not the usual office conduct and strangely it was often other guys that were doing it. While he was interested in guys he had never broadcasted such a thing to his co-workers, yet the encounter he had with Jerry seemed to indicate that the cat was out of the bag.

Fortunately for Newlyn he went the rest of the day without any more incidents or offers to go out and he found himself rushing home as fast as he could while trying not to make eye contact with anyone. It wasn’t just because he could see that there were others looking at him with desire but also the more he became aware of it the more he found himself flirting back without realizing it. The last thing he needed was a trip to human resources or some sort of incident when it came to being outside of work. What was the most bizarre to the feline was that more than once when he found himself returning the signal to a guy that looked at him there was a feeling of sublime joy that came from it before he realized that he was essentially giving bedroom eyes to a complete stranger.

When Newlyn got back to his neighborhood he was about to make a straight charge to his apartment when he was hit with an entirely different kind of hunger. His stomach gurgled and as he put his hand to it he began to look around as though in search of something. The craving quickly intensified and as he went down the street an aroma hit his nostrils that caused him to sniff the air. As the lamps above flickered to life in the dying light of day Newlyn continued to follow his nose until he found his face practically pressed up against the glass of the store that it had led him too, which turned out to be a butcher shop as he nearly pulled open the door and went inside.

“Good evening sir,” the horse man said as he brought his cleaver down into a huge slab of meat that the sight of caused Newlyn’s mouth to water slightly. “I’ve seen that look before, that’s the stare of a pure carnivore. Take a look and tell me what you want, I got all sorts of cuts on special right now.”

Newlyn wasn’t quite sure where to begin as he felt his stomach gurgle again and eventually just pointed at whatever looked the most appetizing to him. It didn’t take long before the butcher had a small mountain of meat piled up on the scale that caused the guy to chuckle. “You definitely have good taste,” the butcher said as Newlyn resisted the urge to buy anything else. “You aren’t some sort of werewolf or anything, are you?”

“A werewolf?” Newlyn repeated, the question taking him by surprise as he brought out his card to pay.

“Yeah, you know, because of the full moon,” the butcher explained as he chuckled again while packing everything up. “It’s just a joke, I didn’t mean any offense by it or anything. Name’s Bryon by the way, and if you ever need a nighttime delivery ring the shop any time, I just live upstairs and can service any of your nocturnal meat needs.”

The rather muscular equine leaned on the counter as he pushed the pile of wrapped packages towards the feline. Instead of just declining like he had been Newlyn found himself leaning forward as well, his pupils dilating and his nostrils flaring as he went towards the amorous male. He could practically feel his heart pounding his chest and it felt like his entire body was practically buzzing. He was so close they were practically touching, but suddenly Newlyn felt something drip down from his nose that snapped him out of it.

At first the snow leopard thought that his nose was bleeding but as he leaned back and rubbed his nose against his sleeve he saw that the liquid was actually silver in color. It was a metal bleed… something that happened when the nanites in someone’s system were being over productive, usually in the case of severe accidents where immediate and overwhelming attention was needed. When the butcher realized that the moment they were having had stopped he opened his eyes and saw what was happening and immediately offered his towel to help clean the snow leopard up. Luckily it only appeared to be a small bleed, but it was enough for Newlyn to grab his recently purchased packages and bolt out the store while the horse looked at him in confusion.

By the time Newlyn got back to his apartment though the metal bleed that he experienced was quickly overshadowed by the need to consume the food that he had just purchased. What would have normally been meals for multiple days he ended up cooking all at once and consuming within a few hours. It shouldn’t have been possible but by the end of his meat extravaganza the snow leopard laid on his couch with a stomach so full that it was distended with the practically torn off wrappers littered about on the floor. He had eaten past the point where he should have but couldn’t stop himself, getting to the point where he had taken off his clothes just to feel more comfortable with his bloated body as he laid there watching his show through the floating television that his augmented reality had set up for him.

As the feline let out a loud gurgle a notification suddenly appeared in vision, one that told him that the toolkit he had bought a few weeks ago needed to be updated and would do so over the next few nights. A three day update… even with the fact that it was doing it during what the software considered to be non-peak hours that was still quite the download. When he tried to see if he could delay it at all the update appeared to be on a very rigid schedule as it counted down to the time it started, which was a strange feature. Normally Newlyn got ambushed by updates and by the time he realized what was going on it was too late to cancel it, this one appeared to want to give him plenty of time to get ready as he watched the numbers slowly tick down until it hit zero.

The second the update window disappeared Newlyn’s eyes widened as he let out a sharp gasp. Every muscle in his body tensed at once as an electric tingle went through his system, enough to cause his fur to poof out as he began to feel his insides shifting. The sleepy feeling that came from overeating was almost immediately replaced with fear as he began to feel liquid dripping from his nose, though this time it wasn’t just a few drops as he pressed his hand against it. This wasn’t an ordinary metal bleed and when he pulled his hands away he saw the liquid metal cling to his fur, especially as he began to see the liquid soak back into his fingers that were starting to twitch and shift. The nanites leaking out of him were still very much active and as he began to feel his muscles tingling he knew that they were doing something extremely unnatural to him.

Newlyn’s attention immediately went from his head to his stomach as he felt the contents within shifting, watching in shock as his bloated belly began to deflate before his very eyes. The mass wasn’t just disappearing though and as the liquid metal began to flow up his arms he could see his body rippling and morphing just underneath the unaffected fur. He began to panic as he could feel everything happening to him, the nanites inside his body rebelling against its normal processes and changing him from the inside out. As more of the metallic fluid began to drool out of his muzzle Newlyn tried to bring up the safeguards that prevented nanites from replicating uncontrollably or augmenting his body, but that just brought up a number of flashing red screens that told him that every preventative measure had been disabled before they crumbled away from his view.

With the nanites replicating and assimilating at an alarming rate all Newlyn could think about was getting help, though that panic was tempered with the strange pleasure that suffused through his entire body. Normally the pain blocker that the nanites had would just leave an area numb but as he looked at his fingers and saw metal claws pushing their way out from them it actually felt really good. The snow leopard realized that it must have been part of the toolkit that he had downloaded, and it was almost immediately confirmed when he saw his cock spring to life. He felt his breathing intensify as he had to grip his couch with his new clawed hands as a wave of need washed through him, causing him to moan slightly as he felt his feet curl only for another set of bigger claws to appear on them and dig into his floorboards.

The idea of getting help was quickly forgotten as Newlyn’s thoughts became honed on one thing as he reached down to begin to pleasure himself, only to stop when he heard a ripping sound on his shoulder. As he looked to his side his eyes widened as he saw a tear in his fur, but instead of blood or muscle he saw something shiny and metallic underneath. He pressed his fingers in and almost immediately hit hardened metal, which also caused another rip on the other side of his body. Newlyn remembered reading something that nanites didn’t really affect fur, and that was becoming clear as he looked at his side and saw that it exposed more metal underneath.

Synthrope virus update twenty-five percent complete… beginning cognitive reprogramming.

As the electronic voice echoed in Newlyn’s mind the transforming creature frowned slightly when he heard the mention of virus and cognitive reprogramming. So the toolkit had a virus after all… but not one he was expecting as he began to feel his thoughts starting to shift by the nanites that were inside of his skull. It was something he had never heard of before and his nanite’s antivirus clearly wasn’t prepared for, and as foreign thoughts began to enter into his mind he was still able to wonder how this even happened. He had never heard of anything so advanced before as to change people’s bodies or program their minds, but both were happening to him as the already ripped fur of his one arm fell off him like a sleeve and exposed the transformed limb underneath.

Newlyn gasped slightly as he saw that his arm was no longer feline in nature; while it was a bit scaly it didn’t look reptilian or serpentine either, in fact it was actually avian as he flexed the new limb. Though it hadn’t grown much he could see the synthetic muscle stretch and bulge as he flexed it while it retained a lithe, toned appearance that actually looked very good. He continued to marvel at his arm until he felt his face bulge out slightly and it reminded him that his nanites were turning him into some sort of synthetic creature, something that most would consider to be a bad thing as his body continued to shift and grow. His insides felt like they were mostly converted already and when he held up his feet the spotted fur fell off in tatters and he saw that while he retained his feline paws they looked much more fearsome as the metal glinted in the light.

Synthrope update fifty percent complete.

In the back of Newlyn’s mind he knew that should worry him, but the initial panic and fear he had felt was being drained away as his body continued to warp and change. He attempted to move towards his bathroom in order to see what was going on only to stumble on his new paws and fall onto his back, which also caused the fur that was covering his chest to split right down the middle to expose the metal underneath. The transformation was clearly coming to a head and as Newlyn slid his hands down his new muscular chest he couldn’t help but think how beautiful it was. White metal had replaced the fur as it went down his pecs to his flat chest, keeping the theme of a toned, lithe creature as his new metal-scaled hand went right to his throbbing cock.

Stroke it, Newlyn’s inner monologue told him, pleasure yourself like the regal, sexy creature you are. While some part of him knew that he was giving in the fight appeared to be already lost, especially as he felt something begin to push out from his back. The growing lumps near his shoulders caused him to turn over as he put one hand around his growing member, which had become metallic and much bigger as well, and began to stroke while his back muscles tensed and flexed. Even though he no longer needed to breathe he began to pant as he stroked himself, his eyes starting to glow as his distracted mind was warped and molded by the tiny machines that were supposed to merely maintain it.

As Newlyn’s new chrome wings grew out from his back the augmented reality began to shift, turning from the space station to a roost that was fit for a bird of prey like him. Though he was lost in the throes of pleasure he could tell that only his upper body had become avian in nature while his lower body remained that of a feline. With the wings growing out of his back he had an idea of what he was becoming and as soon as he thought of the word it burned itself into his identity. That was what he was, his own inner voice told him as his feline muzzle began to stretch and deform from something growing inside it and his eyes started to become glassy, his thoughts all reinforcing what he had become…

…an extremely handsome synth gryphon.

Synthrope update at seventy-five percent, identity override complete, begin final transition.

Newlyn no longer cared at this point as he continued to stroke himself while his body shuddered and quivered from the nanites finishing him off. As he looked over he saw himself in the stainless steel door and had to tilt his head as he saw the snow leopard still staring back at him, his corrupted thoughts wondering for a second on who that was before he began to feel his jaws stretching. He watched with increasingly glowing eyes as his muzzle began to open as something metallic pushed out of it, causing him to let out a gasp of pleasure as his new beak pushed its way out and caused the last of his snow leopard identity to fall to the ground. Already the latent nanites on the fur had begun to dissolve it away as his head morphed and become more avian by the second as Newlyn let out a screech of pleasure.

Synthrope update complete, execute weregryphon virus protocols.

The creature that had been a snow leopard slowly stood up as he took his hand off his cock, his metallic body moving fluidly as the new synth gryphon stood up. The corners of Newlyn’s new beak turned up into a smile as he looked at himself, his fingers running down the white and chrome feather patterned metal of his chest and shoulders before transitioning to similar colored metallic fur. As he shifted his form about to examine it everything moved with a grace and sensuality that he could have only dreamed of before, though it felt as natural to him as breathing as he made a move to the door. Around him his apartment had completely transformed to that of something that looked like a futuristic nest that would make any synthetic avian at home as Newlyn ruffled his new wings before he walked out of his apartment and out of the building.

Even though it was fairly late there were still some people that were out and all eyes were on Newlyn as he left the building in his new body. There was no need to hide such beauty, the synth thought to himself as he made his way back to the butcher shop that he had visited earlier. He had his mind on a completely different kind of meat this time however and when he got up to the door he merely pressed his hand against the electronic lock to easily hack it open. The synthetic weregryphon made his way inside with singular purpose in mind as he went up the stairs to the living quarters where he could sense the nanites of the horse man were.

Meanwhile Byron had been sitting and watching television when he suddenly saw his door opening, which scared the living daylights out of him since none of his alarm systems had warned him of the intruder that now stood in his doorway. “Hey, what the hell!?” the equine butcher said as he stood up to try and defend himself against the intruder. “I don’t know who you… are… whoa…”

“I’m here to take you up on your invitation,” Newlyn replied, his electronically augmented voice deeper and with a sensual tone to it that added to the allure of his body as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Unless you were just puffing when you flirted with me when I picked up that large order.” Though Newlyn wouldn’t have normally been so forward as he closed the distance between him and the horse he wasn’t really Newlyn anymore, he had become an entirely new synthetic creature that needed to hunt and capture his prey. Fortunately his body was all the lure he needed as the horse looked at him in confusion before it became clear that he didn’t really care about the identity of the hot synth that wandered into his apartment as they locked beak and muzzle into a deep kiss while their bodies pressed together.

Byron had been sitting in his underwear and a shirt and as Newlyn felt the thick horsecock start to press against his body a string of liquid metal dripped from their mouths. The virus-laden toolkit hadn’t just turned Newlyn’s nanites against him, each one also had a copy of the same synthrope virus that the former snow leopard had contracted and as the tiny machines of each male mingled together it was downloaded into the new host. Already the weregryphon could feel the inside of the horse’s mouth start to change, becoming the same strong yet supple metallic mesh as his own. As the nanite code began to replicate and the horse’s mind became corrupted Newlyn backed away and told Byron to go down on his knees, the lust addled equine doing so as silver liquid began to drip from his eyes and ears.

Spread… convert… the sight of flesh and blood turning to metal and nanite fluid was almost as joyful to the synth gryphon as the mouth that pushed itself over his cock. Newlyn put his clawed hands against the head of the horse and could feel his skull reshaping itself within as the eyes of the equine began to glow. In a matter of minutes a metal beak was wrapped around his cock as the horsehide tore away from his new metal avian head as the changes spread down the neck and shoulders of the creature. The malemess of the horse began to leak with silver liquid as his entire body quivered and spasmed from the transformation as more infected nanites were dumped into him from Newlyn orgasming, the wings of the weregryphon stretched out as he pushed his cock all the way down into the equine throat while a similar pair pushed their way out of former horse’s back…

The next morning Newlyn awoke in a bed that wasn’t his with his arms wrapped around the muscular horse butcher’s body, both men completely naked as the snow leopard looked down and saw that he was back in his former body. The sheets were stained with silver and as he tried to move he found that his half-hard cock was still buried inside the tailhole of the other male. As he slowly pulled it out and tried to get up without disturbing Byron a screen entered into his vision that wished him a good morning. It was like it never happened… Newlyn shook his head and felt up and down his body to find that it had gone back to its flesh and blood state with the only evidence of his other form being the nanite fluid everywhere as Byron stretched and yawned.

“Well I have to say that was a completely new experience,” Byron said as he got up and shook his head slightly before also examining himself, then turning to Newlyn with a look of recollection. “Ah, now I remember you, the one that bought all that meat. Speaking of which, I’m starving and craving a thick steak if you want to join me.”

Newlyn found himself nodding and following Byron into his kitchen, who took out a thick slab of meat from his large fridge that caused the snow leopard’s mouth to water. As he sat down and waited for the horse to cook he couldn’t help but continue to see the other man as the synthetic creature that he had been as well. Though the night went by like a blur he could remember everything from the moment he had changed to right before they finally shut down. Not only had he turned into some sort of synthetic weregryphon but had made Byron into one as well, and not just any weregryphon but an exact copy of his own body.

Another strange thing was that despite having met Byron only yesterday he felt like he knew everything about him. Had the toolkit that they shared somehow assimilated the information on his man as well as everything else? It would be yet another impossible feat to add to the list, and when the steak was put in front of him it seemed that he hadn’t been the only one to gain such knowledge as it was prepared exactly the way he liked it. For a moment the hunger inside of Newlyn overwrote his curiosity and both he and the horse didn’t speak until they had both finished off the rather impressive steak that had been prepared.

“Hey Newlyn, can I say something and not have it be weird?” Byron asked once he had finished, Newlyn nodding his head as the horse suddenly had a sheepish grin on his face. “Well, I know we just met, but I feel like there’s a real connection between us… and I’m not sure what that augmented reality program was but I’m glad that you decided to share it with me, even if meant you broke in to my place. How did you manage to do that anyway?”

“Oh, I, uh…” Newlyn said as he began to panic, wondering if he should even tell Byron that he might have some sort of infected toolkit in his nanite operating system. “You told me the code, remember? We would have been together earlier but you had to close up shop first.”

To Newlyn’s surprise the horse just nodded and smiled at him after hearing the blatant lie. “Of course, how could I forget?” he said as he reached across the table and held onto his hands. “Speaking of which I should probably get ready to open, will be alright if I stop by your place after work? Maybe we can continue what we did here and mess up your place instead of mine.”

Newlyn just smiled at that before a voice at the back of his mind reminded him that last night the two of them turned into synthetic creatures. Despite the revelation the two continued to act as long-time lovers as Newlyn helped with the dishes before leaving, grabbing some of Byron’s clothes that were a bit too big on him just so he could get home. Once he had left the butcher shop and started back towards his apartment he felt his head clearing a bit and knew that he had to do something about this toolkit, possibly even exposing that he had downloaded an illegal ad blocker. As he got into his place though he frowned at that idea, knowing that if he did something like that they may remove the nanites from his body and rob him of the creature comforts like augmented reality.

“But the other option is just to let this keep happening,” Newlyn said to himself with a sigh as he sat in his kitchen. “Can I really allow myself to turn into some sort of weird sexy robot bird every month?”

His own inner voice told him he could and as he remembered what he looked like after he had transformed he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal. The synth gryphon was everything he wished he was; a lithe, handsome body and an assertive, sensual personality to match it. He remembered what Byron had commented before about being a werewolf and realized that it sort of applied to him, though he was pretty sure that the depictions in movies were that of a mindless rampaging beast and not a sexy synth creature that seduces his prey. Though the thought was tempting his more rational mind told him that he needed to at least look into what was happening to him to see if there were other cases of it, mostly in case the mental and physical transformation grew worse over time.

Eventually Newlyn had to go to work himself though and as he went about his day he began to notice that he was getting more attention than he was used to. While it wasn’t nearly as obvious as when he had changed into that creature he began to notice when people stared at him with lust, and when they did he almost found himself drawn to them. It was like the instincts of the synth gryphon were still there in some capacity and more than once he had to stop himself from acting on them. It didn’t get much better at work and before the end of the day he had one of his coworkers up against the wall with their pants down and his cock inside them, but even after his encounter he still found his lust unslaked as day turned to night.

By the time Newlyn got home he had to pull his pants down in order to free his erection, something that he had to tuck into his waistband to keep from others from noticing it too much. Soon the rest of his clothes followed suit and as he looked out of his window he could see the full moon rising up from behind the city line. A familiar screen appeared in front of his vision and he saw the timer counting down to the next update, though Newlyn knew that it was actually the time until the synthrope virus that was inside his nanites updated. As the numbers seemed to quickly dwindle down to zero he wondered if he would have time to lock himself away or otherwise prevent himself from claiming someone like Bryon as a silver liquid started to leak from his nose.

Almost as if summoned the door to his apartment suddenly opened and Newlyn was shocked to see Bryon standing there. He had somehow managed to bypass the electronic lock on the door and stood there with his erection practically ripping through his pants as he stumbled forward. “Newlyn… I don’t think what happened last night was just augmented reality,” Bryon stated as he began to pant more heavily by the second, his eyes starting to glow as Newlyn saw his own countdown tick the last few seconds to zero. “I can feel it, my nanites, something is happening to meeeeee…”

The last bit of Byron’s words turned to a moan as his voice deepened and his metallic avian head emerged so quickly that his horse head practically peeled back like a mask. Newlyn also let out a groan as he felt his wings emerge, the transformation happening much more quickly than last time as his throbbing cock stretched and morphed while his hands and arms grew. As the synthrope virus reasserted itself the two males continued to change until their bodies had once more become completely metallic, the weregryphons reemerging as once more Newlyn and Byron were overridden by their new personalities. After a few minutes the last of the horse and snow leopard dissolved away as the identical synths looked at each other, their corrupted nanites linking together as they wordlessly left the building together and went out into the city.

A few blocks away a local nightclub was in full swing and the line was already outside of the door to get in, though that didn’t stop the two synths from making their way to the front. They were clad only in a pair of silver speedos that left little to the imagination, but neither of the two heard anyone complain as they went right up to the bouncer at the door. “Uh… wow,” the bull said as he looked at the two creatures that looked like they belonged in some sort of augmented reality strip show as the weregryphons grinned back at them. “Come on in, um, after I check your identifications of course.”

Both weregryphons merely nodded and pressed their hand against the scanner, which came up with their names and information with a few tiny changes such as their picture and also that they were synth gryphons instead of their previous forms. It didn’t bother the two at all, that’s what they were after all, and as they were allowed into the club they knew that they wouldn’t be the only ones after the night was out. The two didn’t even stop at the dance floor or the bar once they had walked in, though they had plenty of eyes on their impressive bodies as they moved to the back of the club. Newlyn wanted some privacy for what they were about to do next and after placing his fingers on the electronic lock to open it the two made their way into the VIP section of the establishment.

Their entrance surprised the three men that were there, their eyes tearing away from the female ocelot that continued to dance in nothing more than a thong. “What are you two doing here?” the wolf man in the middle asked as the snake and cheetah in suits stood up. “This is a private party.”

“Consider us tonight’s entertainment,” Newlyn said as he made his way over to the one that was clearly in charge while Byron hopped on stage and interrupted the stripper. “Of course if you want us to leave we can, or we can stay and show you what these bodies of ours are capable of. You know what they say, don’t look a gift gryphon in the mouth, stare at something else instead.”

Before the wolf could say anything else Newlyn hooked his gleaming scaly fingers into the speedo he had taken and slid it down, letting his rubbery black cock flop out. It was clear that there was interest among the entire group as the living viruses were able to already mess with their nanites even before touching them. They had already been horny even before the two had entered and with the synths messing with their nanites their libido was quickly rising. The three had already started to sport erections and when Newlyn approached again there was no movement to stop him. The cobra even reached around him and muttered something about doing a patdown before he slipped his hand between his legs.

Newlyn continued to focus on the wolf as his primary target, though he continued to allow the amorous cobra to grope and fondle him. The lupine was clearly the one with the resources and the primary one that he wanted to infect to add to their roost as he practically hovered his cock in front of the other man’s face. The weregryphon couldn’t begin to download their lycanthropic virus into him until his throbbing shaft was buried deep, but after some initial resistance the wolf pulled down his pants and bent over onto the couch when instructed too. The weregryphon smirked a bit when he saw them bending to his allure as he guided the tip of his cock into the hole of the creature while he saw the cheetah begin to pull his pants down as well.

As he began to penetrate the wolf Newlyn could feel the cock of the cobra begin to push in between his own cheeks, aided by the lubrication that came from the nanites within. Though he couldn’t see it he knew the cobra’s member would be quickly coated by the infectious machines and instead of creating another synth copy the weregryphon had another idea in mind for the two lackeys. He motioned for the cheetah to come over and get up on the couch himself while he continued to slide his shaft into the tailhole of his boss, the horny feline unable to help himself as he did what he was told. The cheetah let out a loud moan as Newlyn’s unnaturally long tongue slithered out and coiled around the half-hard appendage and pulled it into his beak, sucking on it while coating it with the same nanite-infused goo that coated the cobra’s cock.

As the two guards thrusted into the snyth gryphon while the wolf was stretched open a loud moan suddenly caught their attention and they looked up on the stage. Byron had been busy as well and the stripper was bent over clutching onto the pole while the weregryphon plowed into her rear. What really caught their attention however was that the bikini that the ocelot still wore was starting to stretch out, the fabric growing tighter around the silver cock that was growing from her groin. She was also starting to drip nanite fluid out of her mouth, ears, and nose as the fingers clutching the pole grew claws as her fur was being assimilated by the liquid as well.

Though it didn’t stop the cobra from grabbing onto Newlyn’s thighs, which in turn pinned down the wolf as he was hilted, the cheetah was startled enough by the stripper’s transformation to pull his own member out of the mouth of the synth he was having sex with. “What the hell?!” the cheetah shouted as the silver that completely coated his cock began to spread, transferring to his fingers when he grabbed his throbbing cock while his arousal continued to build. “Boss, something’s happening, we have to-“

The cheetah was interrupted as the ocelot that was near him suddenly grabbed him and pulled him in, pressing his muzzle against her transforming crotch that had grown into a thick metallic cock. Newlyn watched with a smirk as it didn’t take long before the maleness of the increasingly masculine stripper had found its way into the feline’s mouth, and as it did the same silver substance began to crawl over his face. As it coated over the cheetah his blunt muzzle began to stretch and morph into a beak, though unlike the two synths his face began to grow increasingly featureless as the nanites spread over him. There was no need to turn them into proper synths, the weregryphons thought, so instead he was to continue on in a similar capacity as before…

…as their drones.

The cobra watched in shock as his fellow bodyguard continued to suck the cock of the transforming stripper, whose wings had just started to grow out like the weregryphon thrusting into her, but his mind had already started to be corrupted as soon as he began to pound the hole of the synth. His already silver cock grew bigger and stretched out the gryphon even further while his scales were assimilated into smooth metallic silver. His thick tail also began to thin out and his rather muscular physique began to actually slim down slightly in order to look exactly his lithe counterpart, but as the goo continued to spread over his scales like wildfire it erased any of his defining features.

By this point the stripper was no longer an ocelot or a woman, her chest flattening to become a pair of smooth pectorals while the new synth guy continued to get sucked off by the faceless avian-headed synth drone in front of her. The former cheetah still had the chest and legs of his feline self but those were quickly becoming enveloped in gryphon features, though like his cobra counterpart it lacked the feathers and other defining characteristics of the one whose cock was stretching out his throat. For the cobra most of his body had already changed leaving only his head, though as the nanites quickly spread up his neck and began to melt his hood into his neck it covered his serpentine snout and pushed it out into a beak as well. That just left the wolf beneath Newlyn, his skinny frame growing thicker by the second as the synthrope program was downloaded into him through the nanite fluid that was flooding his insides from the thick gryphon cock inside him.

With the size of the weregryphons being much larger than the wolf’s diminutive frame the grey fur on his body was practically busting at the seams to reveal the metal form growing within. Gurgles and moans of pure pleasure were coming from the lupine male and though he was becoming a proper weregryphon like the one on top of him it was clear that he enjoyed the submissive role that he was being placed in. As Newlyn began to absorb information about the creature while his mind was being reprogrammed to join their flock he found out that this wolf was the owner of the club, which made his assimilation all the sweeter. They all needed a place to hang out, Newlyn thought as he licked his beak while watching the one that belonged to the wolf beneath push out of his lupine muzzle, and there was no better place for a bunch of sexy synths then the VIP room of a popular nightclub.

It didn’t take long before all four in the room were infected with the snythope virus, the two very male weregryphons on the stage making out while their cocks pressed against one another’s flat stomachs. The transformed cobra that had been humping into Newlyn slid out of his hole and joined his fellow drone to stand guard as a null bulge formed around their groins. That just left the wolf that Newlyn pulled up, falling onto his back as the wings of the other man pressed against him while he humped up with enough vigor to cause the other synth to start bouncing. Even though they were identical in every way they all knew who was who, though it was fun for the weregryphons to lose themselves within one another.

“This is not a bad start,” Newlyn said once he had finished with the former wolf, pulling his cock out of the other man’s tailhole and leaving him on the couch while Byron did the same. “But we need more, this place needs to be crawling in gryphon synths for a proper party. Get us a bartender and a few more security personnel, it’s time we upgraded things around here.”

The club owner just nodded and using his newfound technological prowess made a call to the front of the club without even leaving the couch. Within minutes a tiger had come in from the back and asked what was going on, only to suddenly have a synth gryphon press up against him. From the information they assimilated from the stripper he learned all new ways to arouse his prey and it didn’t take long before the tiger was bent over the bar he was about to man being spit-roasted by the two leading weregryphons, his body writhing and quivering in pure pleasure as metal wings pushed out of his back and his striped body was replaced with one that was identical to those who were stretching open his mouth and tailhole.

It wasn’t long before the new snyth gryphon was behind the bar, eyes glowing brightly as he began to make drinks for everyone that was in the VIP room. Over the course of the night they had also managed to convert half a dozen security personnel into the same featureless drones that the other two were, and as they stood still they looked almost like metal statues as the other proper weregryphons continued to satiate their lusts with one another. Just as Newlyn was about to suggest that they bring a few more people in all of them suddenly stopped as they saw a screen flash before their eyes that stated the update was about to be complete along with a countdown timer. The synths found themselves almost in a panic as they were about to lose the toned, metallic forms that they had spent the entire night using, but there was nothing they could do and when the timer hit zero all of them reverted back to their normal bodies.

Newlyn had been getting nuzzled by both Byron and the wolf that he had assimilated and suddenly the snow leopard found the other two naked men practically on top of him as he shrank slightly from his synthrope form. While the connection between them faded they could all clearly still feel it, bonded together by the viral program that had infected all of them. As the guards felt their heads and bodies to find that they not only no longer autonomous gryphon drones but had also reverted back to their normal selves Newlyn couldn’t help but see the stripper feeling herself up and still grabbing at an appendage that was no longer there. With the weregryphon programming no longer dominating their minds they all began to look at each other with sheepish grins and smirks, especially since their transformations and subsequent activities had left them all naked.

“I suppose I should apologize to everyone,” Newlyn said as he went to the stage and stood up, not feeling the need to cover himself among those that he had converted. “I downloaded an ad blocker and let it get out of control, though I suppose you all know that already.”

“It was something that I didn’t expect,” the wolf stood up as he tried to regain his normal authoritative composure. “That being said it was definitely a unique experience…”

“Yeah…” the cobra muttered as he rubbed his reformed hood. “Is it… strange that I kind of liked being a drone?” The others that had been transformed in a similar matter nodded their heads and even the bartender and stripper seemed to not mind the fact that they had been taken over by their own nanites.

“So, you’re all not angry about it?” Newlyn asked. “I mean, this is going to happen again tonight on the last day of the full moon, we’re all essentially weresynth gryphons because I wanted to block a bunch of ads. Don’t you think we might want to go and fix it before it keeps transforming us and possibly spreading to others?”

There was a moment of silence among the others before the wolf finally shrugged his shoulders. “Ads are the worst,” the wolf admitted, everyone else nodding in agreement. “If the solution is turning into a horny, seductive synth creature I can think of worse punishments. And if we’re really worried about spreading I think I may have an idea in order to make sure that we… behave ourselves.”

The next night the nightclub opened once more, though it was a bit later than usual as the VIP room was renovated extensively during the day. To the surprise of those that were regulars to the club it had become more open than before and instead of a locked door there was a bouncer that stood at the threshold. “So… anyone can just go in?” the dragon asked as he sipped on his drink, the shark nodding his head.

“All you have to do is sign this waiver first,” The shark replied as he held out a tablet. “Once you’re inside feel free to enjoy yourselves, though if you want to come out the same way you came in then I suggest that you look but don’t touch.”

Though bringing paperwork had caused the dragon pause he decided to venture forth, signing his name under the others with his fingerprint before going inside. When the door closed behind him the lights suddenly came on and what the club goer saw nearly caused him to drop his drink. The entire area was filled with what looked like robotic gryphons; some of the synth creatures were on stages that were caged in twirling around poles while others were in various states of bondage, including one in the middle that was chained down to floor but could still move a bit that approached him. The dragon found himself taking a step back as the glowing eyes of the creature looked straight at him while a smile formed on his metallic beak.

“Welcome to the aviary,” the synth said as he held out his hand, the air around it practically wavering as the nanites within began to influence the draconic creature. “Care to join us?”

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Back in the Nexross the portal closed and the synth weregryphon was on the stage, wings outstretched and posing in a way to show off its lithe hybrid metal body. “I think it’s safe to say that this was another transformation that broke out of the usual boundaries,” Serathin commented as he sipped on his drink. “The fact that you included that with the nanites they grew out the body from the inside and replaced the form that Newlyn and the others had before really drove home that these were sort of new creatures all in themselves. The fact you integrated system updates and the fact that this was a computer virus that spread the lycanthropy made it all the better, loved the bloodless skin ripping and the emerging TF as well as the more typical drone version you put in there.”

“Yes, I was just about to say that having the weregryphon synths and the drones were a nice added touch,” Raven explained as he fluttered his wings. “Since they were identical in nature initially it helps to add a little variety and while one was a detailed machine creature the other was more of a simplistic version that helped convey the almost master/slave relationship, reminds me of computer hierarchy. The only thing would be that perhaps putting something other than metal into the mix might have helped diversify your design, but it makes sense for the scene.”

“Yeah, I actually think that Serathin said it best when he said that Newlyn and the others emerged from this as different people,” Viratan explained. “I also liked that you could see the corruption still lingered there even after they changed back and made them more accepting of their synth selves, but still recognized that they may have a problem when it came to spreading their condition. However I think the ending was really the best, the fact that they sort of tied themselves up to avoid succumbing to their base instincts was a lovely homage to more traditional werewolves.”

Haleon smirked at the others and those that were already standing there with their own werecreatures just rolled their eyes as Renzyl asked for the next nexus lord to come forward. The excitement was clearly building amongst them as Jerkah eagerly stepped forward and hardly waited for an introduction from the rubber dragon before he set his portal up. It appeared that he had also prepared something for the judges as he got ready, the three finding a small piece of fruit pie set in front of them. When they asked about it the chocolate crocodile merely winked and then opened up his portal to show the city below.