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Maid to be Sister Units

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The humid air made the heat all the more unbearable. Machetes hack through the thick jungle brush as a pair of explorers, heavy backpacks strapped to their backs, push their way into a seemingly endless jungle. They make it to a crest of a hill, looking to a valley below, “This is it. The place where the satellite scans picked up something,” says a brown furred anthropomorphic feline. Her slender lithe form hides her well-toned muscular strength and endurance.

Following right behind her is a blue scaled black striped anthropomorphic Utahraptor, “I’m as excited as you are to get here Jennifer, but we should be a little cautious. If something has been lost here for as long as you say. There has to be a reason why no one has yet to find it.”

The feline gives a coy grin, adjusting her brown hat that keeps the sun out of her eyes, the netting doing the same for the bugs that pester the two endlessly as despite the heat, they are clothed in long sleeved brown clothing to keep any unwanted visitors off of them, “Which will make whatever we find here all the more exciting, don’t you think?”

“I wish we could have gotten funding for a bigger expedition.”

“Once we bring proof, we’ll get our funding Nara,” says Jennifer with a soft confident purr, “We’re so close, let's get going. Daylight is a wasting.”

Nara softly sighs, pulling out her GPS, “The interference seems to be getting stronger. We’ll have to rely on the old-fashioned way to find the location in this valley.”

“She holds up her compass, “Way ahead of you,” she looks down at it, seeing it begin to spin erratically. Her ear twitches, “I’ll just use the time and position of the sun. The sun can’t lie,” she thinks as they press forward. Deeper into the valley they go, the more confident Jennifer becomes that there is something here, while Nara’s concern about being lost remains at an all-time high.

“Finally, the river!” Jennifer purrs, rushing to the banks.

“I’ve never seen a cat so excited to see water,” the raptor remarks.

The feline shot her a look, “Funny. But it's not the water, it's how we’re going to find the location. The river is being diverted by something. That something could very well be a long-lost civilization that diverted the water for crops, or a city of some kind.”

“Jen deary, I know you are excited, but you don’t have to tell me. I’m here with you all the way,” she says, letting out a raptoric purr, leaning in and nuzzling her through the netting.

She mews softly, “I appreciate it. Now let's go, not much time before we’ll have to set up camp.”

Nara sighs, her shoulder’s slumping, “Where do you get this energy?” She follows her friend through the thick of it, following the river bend, and crossing it at one point with the help of a fallen tree. The daylight quickly fading, the two set up their mutual off the ground tent, crafting a small campfire, and enjoying a nice long rest and an even much awaited meal. The massive mosquito net around the campsite, protects them from the bugs that cling to the sides, that range in size from little specs to some an inch long if not possibly more. “They said there’d be a ton of bugs, but not more bugs than plants,” she says, shuddering at the creepy crawlies.

Jennifer huffs, “It’ll be fine. I just wish we made a bit more progres. I feel it in my bones, we are close.”

“You’ve been saying that for two days now.”

“And the feeling has only grown stronger with each passing step we make.”

“We’ll find something, be it a missing civilization or that this is not the place to look. Either way we’ll make progress. Anyway, I’m going to get some sleep. Early to bed, early to rise,” says the raptor, crawling into the tent, popping her head out to ask, “Going to join me?”

“In a bit. I have too much on my mind. And you know how my tail gets when I can’t settle down.”

She smiles, “Right. See you in the morning.”

“Rest well,” she replies. The feline paces back and forth, mind debating, inside, outside, inside, outside, finally she makes a decision, adjusting her gear and grabbing her night equipment. She sees Nara is fast asleep, “Just one hour then I’ll be back,” she mutters, slipping out of the tent without a noise. Every couple of feet she slaps an orange glowing marker to a tree or leaf. Creating a trail for herself as she ventures forth. With every step her excitement grows, her tail whipping around like mad, “So close. I can feel it. This will be a discovery of a lifetime.”

About a half an hour into the trek her excitement turns into mild frustration. Her light whips around, finding nothing but green plants everywhere, but something feels off about them. “Nara is the botanist… she’d know why,” she mutters, taking another step when the ground gives way. She lets out a loud meow, but land son her feet after just a few feet drop. Her heart races as she looks up at the hole, A sinkhole well that was lucky it wasn’t any… deep… er…” she trails off as she finds herself in a metallic tunnel that is partially overgrown by debris. Like someone left the door open and over centuries dirt, grime, and plant matter flooded in, “What in the nine lives is this?” she softly mews, her ears turning in all directions, listening for anything as she takes a few steps forward, “This looks way too… Take a moment Jennifer. Breath, relax. Best not to jump to any conclusions. Not yet at least.”

Jennifer’s purring was uncontrollable, each step felt a tingle of joy through her yet something about this was wrong. None of this could exist. This kind of architecture?” she says, running her fingers across the sides of the walls, brushing away dirt, “Dragon iconography of some kind. Dragons? Perhaps it was a mythical worship but… the structure is nothing like I’ve ever seen.”

She’s drawn in deeper, looking at the alien structure. The deeper she gets in, the cleaner it gets. Still covered in dust, but the features, the shine, structural damages become ever clearer to her. The vague feeling that she can recognize bits and pieces of the structure. Metal doors, places for lights, despite the age it’s all well-preserved. Any sense of exhaustion was tossed right out of the window and along with it caution.

Down twisting and turning hallways, deeper and deeper she goes, finding herself unable to enter any of the rooms. What treasures and knowledge that must be contained within, but for now she goes through the path of least resistance. Eventually there is one door that is partially ajar. Her hands shake with excitement as she rushes to it, wiggling herself in, squeezing past the ultra tight fit, finding herself in a massive circular room, several yards in length in all directions. Silver metal tubes line the walls and now she sees the smoking gun that this is advanced technology far beyond what could have been possible. A control panel, covered in layers of dust and grime. She approaches it, and the moment she puts her hand near it there’s a thrum of energy that echoes out through the room that makes her jump and fur stand on end. A light pierces through some of the dirt, which makes her eyes lock onto the screen, “Functioning ancient technology that predates anything on the planet? I can’t believe my luck!” She wipes away the screen revealing a flickering screen, a digital representation of the room she’s in with red symbols by each pod.

Alien text runs across the screen as lights flicker on around her, “Ancient alien language! This keeps getting better and better!” she squeals.

The ship sparks to life, other sections of the sip turn on, one after another, as it begins to run diagnostics, “Structural integrity at 45.65% Last contact with fleet was in *corrupted data. * Attempting to contact the fleet…”

“Attempting…”

“Attempting…”

“Unable to contact the fleet.”

“Activating separation protocols… protocols active. Repair and clean of vessel required. Activating KBLD-Drone units…”

“Error no KBLD-Drones able to be activated. Searching for KBLD-Drones”

“Searching…”

“Searching…”

“No KBLD-Drones located. Activating KBLD-Drone Genesis protocol… protocol activated.”

“Searching for suitable material for KBLD-Drone.”

“Subject found. Initiating capture and conversion protocols.”

Jeneiffer’s purring was louder than any automobile, her excitement at an all time-high, “Not in my wildest dreams would I have ever expected to find anything like this! I wouldn’t know where to begin to even tell anyone. They’d all think I’ve lost my mind and should be like that guy on the history channel that blames everything on aliens… Wait could these be alie--” there’s a hiss and a shudder by one of the cylindrical pods near her, that makes her jump.

“What was that?” she mutters, spinning around, her ears surveilling the area around her as she approaches what she thinks is the source of her jump scare. The sound of humming machinery turning on after eons of silence fills the room, echoing out down the hallway, “So much of this place is still functional. I need to get back to camp and grab Nara. She needs to be here to see this. Help me think this through.” She takes a single step toward the door when the pod turns, opening up as thick smooth metal tentacles wrap around her, lifting her off the ground, snapping her up and into the pod.

“What in the world! Let me go!” she yowls, tugging and pulling hard against the constraints, a synthetic voice speaking in an incomprehensible language rings out in the room.

“Subject captured. Scanning for conversion.”

The feline is quickly whisked into the open tube, which quickly turns closed around her. Her feet are placed onto a sleek smooth surface, the tentacles wrapping tightly around her ankles, locking her in place, while her hands are held down and away from her sides, leaving her completely helpless.

“Species… not found. History… not found. Activating new species acquisition protocols.” The metal walls around her shift and turn, as smaller tendrils slide out of the tube, tearing through her clothes, revealing her supple breasts, her pink sex, the sleek black stripes around her said, and her pink painted toenails that are revealed when she extends her claws.

“If you let me go, I won’t come back I promise….” she pleads, thinking, “Without an army of help.”

She groans as the cool tendrils wrap and coil around her breasts, squeezing them, sliding across her nipples that stiffen from the unwanted yet pleasurable sensation. A thick tentacle slips into her rear while another slides into her sex, sliding in deep into her body. Smaller tendrils reach out, slipping further into her body. She clenches down hard on both invaders, letting out a gasp. Her mouth soon joins the hole that is filled with a metal tentacle club. Her groans and complaints are gargled as the tentacle slides in deep. Smaller tendrils slip up her nose, and into her ears, while hundreds more wrap around her head.

“Recording new species. Species A-2521-093 recorded. Sex female. Scanning mental synapsis… scanning…”

Jennifer feels a tingle in her mind, her body jerks as she tugs and pulls against the constraints but the more, she struggles the tighter the alien’s grip becomes. Holding her as hard as it needs to be to keep her still and only relaxing when it thinks she’s given up. She tries to look around, wanting to find some way for her to escape this… whatever it is. Each move of the tentacles within her feels oddly nice, enjoyable, not what she’s expecting as her sex starts to grow wet, nipples perked, “Now is not the time body!” she thinks. Her breathing is nice and deep, nostrils flaring taking in the aroma of metal and stale air.

“Locating orgasm and pleasure sectors…”

The tentacles move within Jennifer’s body. Grinding against her vaginal walls, teasing her clit. The smooth metal tendrils spidering out, teasing and caressing all parts of her body as it goes in nice and deep. Her moans are muffled as a warming pleasure is found within her mind. For a moment her mind drifts into the pleasuring abyss. Her folds become nice and wet as her body continues to react positively to each teasing caressing. Each positive spot within her is found and exploited to the max. She tries to resist, and for a moment her mind breaks away from herself, going into a sexual fantasy, men and women, having a fun time with her, a moment with Nara, “Maybe this is a dream. And I just fell asleep…” she thinks, before the burning ache within her loins grows too much for her to deny. The tentacle muffles her scream of forced delight. Her mind momentarily shutting down during the blissful climax, as her female juices gush out of her needy sex.

“Scan complete. Calculating procedure of KBLD-Drone conversion. Calculations complete. Sending subject to KBLD-Drone conversion.”

With a racing heart, the feline tries everything she can to figure out what is happening. The moment of nothingness, the alien voice speaking overhead, cold, calculating, emotionless, brings little comfort and only growing concern. Then there’s a hum, a moan of metal shifting, like a beast that is waking from a very long slumber. She’d be moved about if it wasn’t for the tendrils holding her in place, many still lodged deep within her.

It lands with an echoing thud. The cylindrical tube melts away, yet the tentacles remain connected to a new silver metal tunnel base. A sourceless light floods this metal sphere chamber that infinitely reflects herself in the metal, giving her every view and angle of her naked body. The monotone voice booms out, “Subject secured. Initiating mental reconfiguration for programming.”

Jennifer tenses and moans, testing the strength of the constraints yet again, and finds them no weaker than before, “I’m about to get probed, aren’t I? I wish I knew what it was saying,” she thinks, her fear not abating. In fact, it grows several fold when a single liquid mental tendril forms from the ceiling, formed from the metal around her, lowering down toward her head. Moments before it touches her, the end explodes into countless ultra thin needle like tendrils, which spider out in all directions, latching onto all parts of her head. It was followed by a sudden needle prick all over all at once. Her body tensed and jerked as the metal wires worked their way through into her head.

Her head exploded in a pounding headache, like her skull was being drilled into. She would scream out of the tentacle down her throat and would let her and then… the pain was gone. She sees the tendrils wiggling and worming into her head. Her nostrils flared, the smell of metal and latex heavy in the air. She feels she could pass out at any time from sheer terror, yet she feels fine.

“Configuration at 5.21% Translating language protocols prior to new protocol installation. Enhancing mental configuration with audio and visual stimuli.”

The odd calm that washes over her. Her fingers twitch, tail flicking. The pleasure from the other tentacles continues to move through her sensitive regions, toying and teasing her. Her body is on the edge of sexual delight, which clashes with the horror of the moment. Her mind and body are confused as to how to react when a white noise fills the room. She looks for the source, but then sees a soft pulsating pink glow in front of her, drawing her attention. The metal there becomes liquid, a curved screen comes forward stopping just an inch from her face. She tries to look away yet no matter what she does the screen follows her movements perfectly.

She softly moans, a tingle runs down her spine, feeling a little glad that she can’t see herself. “What a pleasant distraction,” she thinks, her gaze locked on the pulsating lights, where she can swear, she sees words in them. The soothing noise, words spoken underneath that she struggles to hear, but her mind listens to.

“Relax.”

“Listen.”

“Obey.”

“Relax.”

“Listen.”

“Obey.”

“Do not struggle.”

“Do not resist.”

“You do not want to resist.”

“You want to accept your programing.”

“You want to relax, listen, obey.”

“You are a KBLD-Drone.”

She huffs and whines, her struggling non-existent at this point as her mind is bombarded by the colors. She is drawn deeper into the soothing pulsating lights, her body sinking deeper and deeper. Her mind tries to grasp the words spoken, what is before her. Latching onto them, confirming around each word to better understand. A drive to know, a need to understand.

“Mental reconfiguration at 31.34 percent. Preparing physical form for reconfiguration.”

Jennifer’s ears twitched. “I need to listen. I need to know what that is. What is being said. There is knowledge here,” she thinks as the aroma of latex grows. A thin vent opens within the sphere over the feline’s head, and a grate under by her feet. A thin sheet of rubber pours from it. Sleek, smooth, warm. It moves over anything metal like water beading from a waxed car, while it makes contact with her. It latches onto her body, conforming to every inch of her form, smoothing out the fur to create a single solid smooth outline of Jennifer’s body.

The warm rubber clings to her body, squeezing her. She tenses and squirms, the warm sensation feels great, like sinking into a hot bath after a long day. She didn’t realize just how much she wanted this till it happened. The thin layer of latex moves across her body, coating he rlike she’s being dipped into dark chocolate. The excess latex that never made contact with her body simply washes out of the sphere, leaving no trace. The grate moving with the slit above. It makes one pass over her, two, three. Smoothing out her features, making her appear faceless, female feline latex drone of sorts. Each layer sent waves of warmth through her, soothing her more. Yet outside of brief moments the latex barely stopped her from looking at the spirals. She sees through the rubber with ease.

“This feels so good. So relaxing. I could just listen and relax to this all day.”

“Mental reconfiguration at 38.98% Physical form at 50.21% prepared for reconfiguration.”

The tentacles now provide Jennifer with air she needs to survive. Metal bleed through the rubber as no part of the feline was not covered in the dozens of thickening layers of latex, yet her feminine form never faded, in fact her breasts appear bigger. Hips wider.

“Listen.”

“Follow.”

“Obey.”

“Good KBLD-Drone.”

“You love to be programmed.”

“You love to serve your dragon masters.”

“Your purpose is to serve.”

“You exist to serve.”

“You love to follow your programming.”

“Good KBLD-Drones follow their programing.”

“Pleasure in obedience.”

Jennifer for a moment catches at the very edges of her pherial vision, just outside what the machine was expecting for her to be able to see, her smooth featureless body. She pulls herself back, grunting, fighting, squirming, _“Ah… no. I can’t let this happen I need to….” _ Her mind is a storm, unable to find focus. The waves of pleasure crashing into her mind. Bouts of sexual fantasies flash past her thoughts. Males, females. Nara. Past boyfriends. Her mind trying to break free from the assault forced upon her, but with each flash the machine recorded, understood, better grasped the inner workings of the feline’s mind.

“Mental reconfiguration at 56.31% Physical reconfiguration ready to commence.”

She could almost understand the machine. Almost know what is happening to her. Her body aches so good, her mind tingles with excitement, lust and pleasure, as she looks into that spiral, but then it pulls back. Her eyes strain to look into the screen, the tug and pull to look at it. To know the secrets held within as her curiosity as a cat is tearing at her.

The latex grows tighter around her body. Latex coats the tentacles, hiding the silver shine as the rubber surges forth filling her body. The warm rubber flows into her, down her throat, up into her sex and rear. She is pumped full of the warming liquid that clings to every bit of her insides, making her shudder, feeling warm, fuzzy, and all the more aroused. When the last of the rubber finishes crawling across the tendrils, liquid metal rolls over her body, clinging to her form, making her look smooth metal benign, as featureless and smooth as the latex underneath. The wires attached to her head remain in position, unphased by the changes happening to the feline’s physical form.

The tightness around her grows ever more, she can’t move an inch, as the compression grows all around her with an ever-growing soothing warmth. She mentally shudders and helplessly gives a breathless moan as the pressure and pleasure grows.

She watches as the metal shifts and changes, forcing her body to go along with it. All the changes happening at once, infinitely reflecting in the metal walls, making it appear she is one of many, countless being changed into something… new.

The squeeze around her, makes her shrink down, shorter, thicker, tail expanding outward, becoming thick and stubby. Wider hips, a nice bust, her feline features molded away under a heated pressure that felt like she’s being compressed into a diamond. Yet it feels like an explosive blissful delight. Brought to near climax, yet it doesn’t come. Her head becomes draconic in shape, yet smooth, faceless, fingers turned into thick claws. The feline watching her nature shift and change into that of a small dragon, a kobold. A metallic short stack, that is until the metal melts off, combining back into the sphere, leaving the newly forged solid black faceless kobold facing forward, arms and legs spread, unable to move an inch.

“Base reconfiguration complete. Disconnect of motor controls remain till mental reconfiguration complete. Installing service enhancement.”

“How is this possible? How could I just be shrunken down like this and made to feel so damn good. No… focus Jen. I need to focus,” she thinks, her body unbreathing as she stares ahead, her gaze drawn to the distant hypnotic screen, but at this distance she manages to somewhat look away, but that is only to be drawn by something new forming just a few feet from her.

Black rubber molds itself, elongingating and filling out, into a thick set of smooth rubber balls, with a ridged draconic cock, with a tapered end. She eyes it with ever growing lust and curiosity. Unsure if these are her own feelings or whatever the metal wires are doing into her mind. Her sex tenses and clenches down. The sheathed cock, fully erect, begins to shift into a bright hot pink color, while rubber at the base of the cock reaches out as if trying to grab and fill into something.

It’s brought over to her quivering sex, the latex reaching out, latching onto her folds as it pulls itself over her sex, locking into place as she feels herself be filled with a loving pleasurable warmth. The instinct to buck and moan is denied by her idle body, but the desire to do so remains. The filling heated warmth spreads into the depths of her sex, flooding her uterus, ovaries, as the aching delightful warmth condenses and shoots forward, drained from her vent which ceases to be and now into her thick throbbing cock. Her balls churning away, feeling so heavy, aching, a new sense of what arousal feels to her building, growing and within just a few moments feels as natural as if she’s always had it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she groans, feeling the pressure within her dick, the aching of her balls. The new feeling overwhelming her senses and filling her with a driving lustful need to mate. She gets one good look at the new appendage before the visor moves back over her face.

“Physical reconfiguration complete. Mental reconfiguration at 67.56% Re-aligning sexual configuration.”

Jennifer’s length quaked in delight, a translucent pink pre-cum dribbled at the tip. The heavy balls churned feeling so good, forcing her to have more flashes of sexual desires that bubbled within her. Then there were flashes of words that pecked away at her psyche.

“Asexual unit.”

“Pleasure from service.”

“Pleasure from obedience.”

“Arousal from service.”

“Arousal from obedience.”

“No attraction to sex.”

“No attraction to males.”

“No attraction to females.”

“Unit is an asexual unit.”

“Unit is an asexual KBLD-Drone.”

The words, feelings, sensations penetrated deep into her mind. Pecking away at what arouses her. Breasts? Cocks? Vaginas? Sexual characteristics. That faded within her mind within each passing moment. Feeling less and less for it. The sexual desire, the arousal, pleasure, need to fuck, became less and less about procration, or being with another male or female. It was more about the action.

“Pleasure of others.”

“Pleasure of your Masters.”

“Unit is aroused from service.”

“Unit is aroused from obedience.”

“Unit is aroused from the act of service.”

“Not the act itself.”

Jennifer feels it on a deep instinctual level. The draining of her sexual desires away from gender, sex, male, female, anything in between, simply dripped away, into a reservoir that was molded and transformed into something new. Like a hard-core kink or fetish. The only way to get off was not from sex but the act that sex was in of itself. Images of bringing food to her dragon masters. Cleaning the ship. Grabbing an intruder to be processed. New visions of what delights her. All leveled out.

A naked male? Nothing.

A naked female? Nothing.

Just fucking? Nothing.

All these drew no pleasure from her shifting mind.

She knew it but was helpless to stop it. And after a bit, she was wondering why she was even trying to stop it anyway, “Why would I want those things anyway?” she wondered.

“Mental reconfiguration at 78.21% Sexual reconfiguration at 85.32%.”

Like a young adult discovering their sexuality for the first time. Images were flooded into her mind that helped her understand where her arousal comes from. Images of her cleaning and scrubbing the floors. Tail high, cock aching… “Fuck… that’s hot.”

Another image of her cleaning the walls, making them sparkle for her masters, “I could really go for that.”

Grabbing an intruder and taking them down into processing turning them into a kobold drone like herself. Her cock throbbed hard, “Yes, give me some of that!” her mind screams.

“Sex is irrelevant.”

An image of her riding a dick, taking it deep into her rear. It feels good, yet, there is no spark, no gotcha moment.

“Arousal from service.”

Context is added to the false memory. A dragon master, pounding into her rear, “Such a tight hole for me to enjoy. You’re doing well, drone.”

She shudders, cock spurting a bit of pre-cum. It felt like the hottest thing in the world to her.

Another image, false memory, pushed into her mind. She’s tied down, teased, cock toyed with, nic eand hard. Body aroused but she felt nothing. No spark, nothing. It felt bland, disinteresting. Then came the context. A female dragon Mistress. Running her claws along her length, “I love watching you drones squirm.”

“Fuck yes. Fuck yes. That’s so hot, so very hot!” she thinks. Image after image pushed into her mind, making sure that her new asexual nature is complete.

“Good KBLD-Drones are asexual.”

“Good KBLD-Drones derive pleasure from obedience.”

“Good KBLD-Drones derive arousal from service.”

“You are a good asexual KBLD-Drone.”

The last bits of resistances were cracked and broken; her cock throbbed with delight. The simple desire of service, obedience, the act of pleasuring others, following the budding programming in her mind. Sex was a simple by-product of service, never the goal in of itself. The thought of it makes her cock throb and ache, her will to resist the programing and invasive conditioning weakening further.

“Sexual reconfiguration complete. Mental reconfiguration at 95.32% Installing language protocols and full KBLD-Drone programming.”

“Repeat, you are a KBLD-Drone.”

Jennifer’s cock twitches, the desire to obey, the desire to fulfill her new type of sexual desire, the new core part of her was too strong. Driven by lust, she now wanted it. She spoke, her voice smooth, feminine, yet monotone, synthetic like the machine around her. Not even realizing she is speaking in their draconic language, “I am a kobold drone.”

“Negative. Unit is a kobold drone.”

She mentally tensed, understanding her mistake, “Affirmative. Unit is a kobold drone.”

“** Unit’s designation is 205-26-6744.”**

205-26-6744 understood it immediately. Her previous name was irrelevant, useless, not representative of what she is now. She would better serve with a designation. She’d be a better KBLD-Drone with a designation. The underlying thought of it aroused her so much, she accepted it without question. More like she embraced it with the arousal of wanting to be with their lifelong lover, “Affirmative. Unit’s designation is 205-26-6744.”

Information about herself floods her mind. KBLD-Drones are servants of the dragon masters. This ship was made by the dragon masters. Meant to explore and expand the empire. Collect lesser races and give them a higher purpose. Becoming KBLD-Drones and serving their dragon Masters. The drone’s cock twitched in delight, accepting it all.

“Unit loves being a KBLD-Drone.”

“Unit’s purpose is to serve the dragons’ will.”

“Unit obeys.”

“Unit is a tool for dragons.”

“Unit is an asexual KBLD-Drone.”

No hesitation, the drone repeats each phrase. Her obedience is rewarded with her own aching arousal, and she loves it.

“Zero resistance detected. Mental reconfiguration complete. Installing obedience and networking chips.”

“Acknowledged,” she responds, the faceless kobold drone, has a sleek simple smile. A mouth built into her, ready to be used for any purpose. The center of her forehead is opened, revealing the spider web of silver wires that look like a network circuit board. The silver metal chip is placed in, the wires reach out and latch to it. Sending a shudder through the drone’s mind and body as a power core is pushed into her chest right above her breasts. Giving a soft pink glow, while the second power core and access programing data is attached to her back.

The drone’s cock twitches, a soft moan escaping her lips, as she feels ever more complete and ready to serve, her body aching for more.

“Installing optical enhancers.”

Big hot pink glowing spheres are pushed into the drone’s head, the latex molding around them as the new eyes are put into place. There’s a moment of a fuzz as the new connections are made. The drone sees a newer crisper world. With a HUD display giving it needed information as required. System check ups, constant reaffirmation that the drone is a drone, the hypnotic beats playing out in her mind, in her vision while not distracting her. Simply a new part of her everyday world.

“KBLD-Drone Unit 205-26-6744 is complete. Assigning uniform.”

The drone responds with a monotone “Acknowledged.”

Thick hot pink latex gloves are molded over her hands and arms, going all the way up just past her elbows, with a matching set of gloves that go halfway up her thighs. The drone stands still as a semi-translucent maid dress of white and light purple is crafted around her body. Breasts left exposed, the throbbing cock lifting the dress up as it can barely contain her aching arousal. Matching hot pink bows dot around her arms, waist, and frilly headgear. Crafting the perfect kobold drone maid.

“Unfirm complete. Follow directives accordingly.”

The metal sphere melts away, revealing a dusty section of the ship. The dark room is no problem for the drone unit that looks around. Her cock slips back into her sheath. Not for lack of arousal, but lack of need to use the appendage. Her mind reaches out, “Searching for Masters… searching… searching… no Masters found. Assigning obedience to Master’s creations.” she states, tying herself to the ship and its need.

The ship responds, “Affirmative. Dire need of repairs and cleaning. Proceed to clean till further instructions.”

“Acknowledged,” she responds, her mind searching the drone network for other drones, but after several minutes there was no response. The drone understands she was the only one and that she will have a lot of cleaning to do. But deep in the back of her programmed mind, there was a thought, “Unit hope Nara will find us. She’d make a good drone.” With no resistance she gets to cleaning, following her commands like the good kobold drone she now is. Her body glowing a nice alluring pink in the darkness, unphased by her work. Simply happy and aroused to do it.