The Herd by HawkinOhara

The Herd

HawkinOhara, Anal, Cigar, Donkey, Drone, Dronification, Gay, Hypnosis, Latex, M/M, Mind Control, Oral, Rubber, Smoking

Afraid and cursed, Xaie rushes throught the dark alleys of the city to reach his haven only to be waylaid by something that would turn his curse into something more. Soon Xaie realises he can turn his curse into a new blessing, to unite the world into one idea....one mentality....The Herd.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong scenes of M/M sex and forced latex animal transformation, if this does not interest you or you feel offended by this content, please close the file and look around for something you will enjoy. If this is your sort of tale, please sit back and enjoy the story.

“DUDE! WHERE ARE YOU? I’TS ALREADY PAST SUNDOWN!” – Hawkin (18:40)

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“Got held up at work, running now, thank god it’s cloudy” – Xaie (18:41)

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“Ok!, buzz when you get here….just hurry for your sake” – Hawkin (18:41)

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Xaie clumsily tapped his phone screen, watching as a small thumbs up appeared next to Hawk’s last message before he plunged the device back into his pocket as he continued to run at full pelt, doing his best to weave between the people crossing in the other direction.

“Why tonight?” he panted angrily through gritted teeth, “Why did the boss have to keep me late tonight?”

Xaie’s eyes flicked up to dark sky above him, seeing the overcast cloud layer above him and feeling the anxious knot in his chest lessen as he didn’t see a bright shadow trying to peak through.

His attention returning to the street, his moment of peace was dashed by a large crowd ascending out of the metro station, all chattering loudly after a long day at work.

“SHIT!” Xaie cried skidding to a halt and not seeing any way past with cars shooting up the road on one side and a wall of approaching pedestrians.

Looking around quickly he spotted an alleyway and gulped.

“Now or never” he thought, chancing a quick glance at the sky, his eyes widening as he saw a golden light trying to break through the cover.

Diving for the alley, he reached it just before the group of people sealed him off, looking down the dark passage he prayed that it wasn’t a dead end and continued onward.

The alley meandered into the darkness and Xaie was relieved when he saw it connected onto an abandoned footpath that circled around an old manufacturing plant.

The shadow of the old building was silhouetted against the darkening sky, giving Xaie a prickling feeling on his neck as he leaned up against the wall, panting and sweating from the excessive cardio.

“Wh..where am I?” he panted, looking around for Hawk’s apartment building, smiling as he spotted some familiar neon signs blinking in a crack between two chimneys.

“Other side of the warehouse” he gasped, looking both ways up the footpath trying to see if he could spot a bend.

The lack of lighting being this far from the main street forced Xaie to squint to try and discern anything thing in the encroaching darkness with only the light of the clouded moon allowing him to see anything at all.

He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he had the horrible sensation that he was being watched and out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a shadow move in the near darkness.

A sudden ray of light from the sky in the distance suddenly caught Xaie’s eye and he looked up, fear bubbling inside him as he saw the cloud cover beginning to break.

“SHIT!” he cried, almost doing eenie meenie miney mo in his mind to choose a direction.

“That way” he finally cried and turned right, running down the footpath as fast as his legs could carry him, hoping beyond hope that it would take him back onto the main road.

Rushing into the shadows, he thought he caught a glimpse of a dark figure standing on the other side of the chain fence, but his mind was too focused on getting out of there before he saw….before it started.

Finally, Xaie’s eyes spotted a corner of the fence looming out of the gloom and he skidded around the turn, hoping to find the lights of the street shining at the end, his heart fell however at the sight of a large dumpster and a walled dead end.

“No” he wheezed horrified, falling to his knees as dread overwhelmed him, “I’ll never make it before it starts.”

His eyes went back to the sky, seeing the stars twinkling in the growing cracks in the cloud cover.

Slowly, Xaie reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“XAIE WHERE ARE YOU? THE MOON IS OUT HERE!” - Hawkin (19:08)

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“Has it started? Please tell me where you are! I’ll come get you!” – Hawkin (19:15)

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Missed Call – Hawkin (19:16)

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Missed Call – Hawkin (19:18)

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“C’mon man pick up!” – Hawkin (19:20)

Xaie hadn’t even felt his phone ringing, his eyes flicking left to right as he read the messages.

“Fuck…I better call him” Xaie moaned defeatedly.

He scrolled through his contacts to Hawk’s name and was about to press the call button when there was a loud cracking sound behind him, and he froze.

Spinning around, Xaie stared back down the footpath, the darkness making it almost impossible to see anything more than several metres in front of him.

“Who’s there?” Xaie called, squinting into the shadows.

He thought he could see something moving in the shadows and from what he could tell it was getting closer, hardly making a sound as it moved.

Anxiety spiking, Xaie quickly flicked through his phone’s settings to find the Torch app and quickly held the phone up, the large LED casting a bright cone of light into the darkness.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Xaie yelled, his eyes going wide as he saw just what was approaching.

Illuminated by the torchlight, was a tall, humanoid figure, covered from head to toe in shiny, black latex.

Its frame was similar to a muscular male body builder, the latex exaggerating each curve of the large, toned muscle as though it were naked except for the large, pulsing bulge between its legs.

It’s face was smooth and completely featureless, a smooth plane that reflected the torchlight back at

Xaie, who was now slowly beginning to back away as the creature took a slow, robotic step closer to him.

“W…Who?” Xaie stammered, backing up further as the creature, “Who or what are you?”

The creature didn’t respond, continuing to move closer and closer, its latex feet making no sound on the pavement as it gently raised its arms, is hands poised ready to grab.

Xaie felt his back hit the alley wall and he suddenly realised that he was trapped.

“GET AWAY!” he yelled frantically, his eyes darting around trying to find an escape route, “SOMEONE HELP!”

His cry for help echoed off the alley walls but it was no good, he had strayed too far from the main road.

The latex creature was now feet from him, arms outstretched like a zombie and the only way Xaie could conceive to get out was to somehow get past it.

Knowing he had little options left to him, Xaie took a deep breath and charged as the latex man took another step, aiming to sidestep the creature and prepared to run until his body collapsed.

He made it one step before the creature reacted.

With a speed Xaie never would have expected, the latex man’s arm shot out and caught Xaie around the middle before forcing him backwards, slamming him hard into the brick wall and causing his phone to fly out of his hand.

“FUCK!” Xaie cried, panting as his lungs burned from the impact.

Before he could make a single move however, the creature was upon him, one black latex hand seized him by the throat and held him in place while the other reached down and seized the front of his jeans in a firm grip.

“Let me GO!” Xaie gasped gripping the wrist of the creature and trying to pull it off him, but the grip was too strong and he found he couldn’t even move the shiny black fingers, let alone the creatures arm.

Panicking, Xaie began to hit and kick his assailant but was only rewarded with pain as the latex appeared to be as hard as stone.

The creature paused for a moment, as if it was assessing it’s catch, its featureless face staring directly at Xaie, it would have locked eyes if it had any.

“Please” Xaie begged, not knowing if whatever this thing was could even understand him, “Please let me go, I gotta go before…GAHHHH!”

Before he could finish his sentence, the creature moved.

The hand seizing his clothes suddenly pulled with such force, that the fabric of his jeans and boxers shredded in an instant and Xaie spluttered in shock as his cock was suddenly exposed to the cool night air.

“WHA….WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Xaie cried, a blush suddenly filling his cheeks at being exposed and he was privately now thankful that he was in a back alley away from prying eyes.

The creature didn’t respond except to drop the tattered remains of Xaie’s clothing to the floor before it reached around to the large bulge between its legs.

Xaie struggled to see what was happening from his vantage point, the creature’s arm holding his head completely still.

But out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the black latex of the creature’s groin beginning to ripple and pulse before with a strange squeaking slap.

A thick black latex cock emerged and hung limply between the creature’s muscled legs.

“Oh my god!” Xaie whimpered, dreading what the creature was possibly going to do to him as the thick latex cock began to thicken and swell, rising between the two of them as it grew erect, the shiny latex beginning to rub up against his leg.

The creature reached down with its free hand and Xaie let out an unwilling moan as it suddenly gripped his own cock, its smooth hand stroking along his flaccid length.

“F…Fuuck” Xaie moaned weakly feeling his cock growing hard from the creature’s molestations, the latex hand seemingly able to find every pleasure spot on his shaft to bring him to full hard on erection.

Within seconds Xaie’s cock stood rock hard, almost frotting with the creature’s own throbbing black rod, the two shafts waving in front of each other.

The creature suddenly stopped its stroking, maintaining its grip on Xaie’s pulsing shaft while its featureless face remained fixed on Xaie’s.

Xaie panted, staring back at the creature and trying not to think about what it was going to do next.

He was only left in suspense for a moment however as the creature suddenly pulled on his shaft, guiding it until Xaie felt his tip brush the smooth head of the creature’s own latex rod.

“W..What the hell is this?” Xaie whined, still blushing from the pleasurable rush, “Let me gooAAAAAAAAAHH!!”

Xaie suddenly let out a yell as a strange sensation around his cock caused a wave of pleasure to pulse though his body, completely brushing aside his fear.

There was a crunch of gravel as the creature stepped closer and Xaie moaned as the sensation on his cock spread further along his shaft, as though something was enveloping it.

Turning his head as much as he could, Xaie looked down between their bodies and he suddenly get out a gasp.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” he cried, his eyes dilating in horror as he saw that the tip of his cock had been pulled into the pulsing latex shaft of the creature and with each small step the creature took, a little more of his shaft sunk into the black latex.

“NO! NO GET OFF ME!” Xaie yelled, renewing his futile struggling against his captor, but he remained held fast the latex creature seemingly unaffected from Xaie’s frantic pounding, continuing its advance.

Xaie’s cock sunk deeper and deeper, the waves of pleasure increasing with every advance of the creature until half of his shaft had been consumed by latex.

“Please…” Xaie whimpered, trying not to give in to the sensual feeling assaulting his body nor a strange fogginess that was beginning to cloud his mind.

The creature ignored him, standing still for a moment before, with a long smooth action, it began to buck its hips, slowly pulling back down Xaie’s shaft before pushing in deeper.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” Xaie yelled, the pleasure intensifying beyond anything he had experienced yet, it was like the latex was the most sensual fleshlight he had ever experienced, hitting each and every sensitive point along his shaft as it pumped slowly back and forth.

Xaie suddenly felt a strange new throbbing in his balls with each thrust of his captor, as though they were swelling, getting heavier.

Had he been able to look, Xaie would have seen the skin of his sack slowly beginning to turn grey as the orbs inside swelled larger and larger, pushing against the skin which began to stretch until two large orange sized balls sat between Xaie’s legs, the skin now fading to a deep, jet black.

Closing his eyes, Xaie tried to retreat within his mind, to save any part of his sanity from this sexual assault.

The fogginess in his mind had grown thicker and from deep within it he heard a voice.

Cold and robotic.

“CON….NECT….ION….ESTAB…ISED……BEGIN..ING…ASSIMILATION….IMPLANTING SEED”

Xaie’s eyes went wide as the creature suddenly gave one long, slow thrust, its muscular form trembling before he felt his new heavy black balls churn before a rush of euphotic pleasure caused him to scream out in both fear and bliss as the creature appeared to orgasm.

His balls swelling even further from whatever the creature was pumping into him.

Moments later, the creature gently began to pull back, slowly revealing Xaie’s cock which was now jet black and shiny.

Just like the creature’s.

“SEED IMPLANTED…ASSIMILATION COMMENCED….2%....RELEASING CONVERT”

The voice rang out in Xaie’s head and he gasped as the creature finally released his throat and stepped back, letting he fell to his knees gasping and staring down in horror at his now latex cock.

“Wha…WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?” he screamed, staring at the creature with tears in his eyes.

The creature remained stoically silent, standing a few steps back from where Xaie knelt.

A strange ping suddenly shot across his mind and Xaie gripped his head as a moment of vertigo took over him before the voice spoke again and although Xaie looked at the featureless face of the creature, which had no mouth.

Yet he somehow heard a response, not through his ears, but though his clouded mind.

“CONVERT XAIE HAS BEEN SEEDED AND WILL NOW BE ASSIMILATED INTO THE HIVE”

The voice was the same cold and robotic noise he had heard earlier, it froze Xaie where he knelt, his eyes fixed on the creature’s smooth dark ‘face’.

“ASSIMILATION PROGRESS…5%...CONVERT XAIE WILL BECOME A DRONE OF THE HIVE…SUBMIT…OBEY!”

“A…A DRONE!” Xaie cried, his eyes wide and fearful even as his cock suddenly gave a throb and he doubled over as another rush of pleasure hit him.

Staring down at his cock, Xaie gritted his teeth, watching it pulse whilst dribbles of black latex poured from his tip.

The feeling of dread continuing as his eyes moved down his shaft to his throbbing black balls which appeared almost ready to burst, as though he hadn’t jacked off in weeks.

With each bounce of his latex cock, Xaie was horrified to see, the latex beginning to spread, spreading out over his groin, his pubic hairs falling away and leaving nothing but smooth shiny latex.

“TOUCH……RELEASE”

Xaie’s hands twitched, the voice accompanied by an intense urge within him, telling him to touch….to cum.

“OBEY…..DRONE”

The words rocked Xaie to his core and he stared up at the creature before him and he suddenly realised, that he was being urged to submit to orders…to obey.

The creature truly was turning him into a drone like itself.

A blank and featureless unit of some unknown master.

“No…Please…” Xaie begged, staring at the drone in desperation, “I don’t want this! PLEASE!”

The drone didn’t respond, standing at attention in the centre of the path, waiting for its new convert to surrender to his assimilation.

Looking back down, Xaie saw that the latex was now beginning to spread down his legs, disappearing under his torn jeans and up under his shirt as it rose past his navel.

“OBEY DRONE….ASSIMILATION PROGRESS…10%...RELEASING PLEASURE INHIBITORS”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Xaie cried, throwing his head back as the most intense wave of pleasure yet flooded his body and a jet of black latex shot from the tip of his cock, spattering dark ground with dark shiny specks that stood out against the dark pavement.

Xaie twitched and squirmed on the spot, his cock flailing and sending more splashes of black latex onto the ground around him.

“W…Was that it?” Xaie thought blearily while the pleasurable wave slowly began to fade from his senses.

The feeling had been just as sensational as any orgasm, Xaie was sure that it was over, that he had submitted.

Yet he felt no release, no presence of an afterglow.

He hadn’t cum.

“OBEY DRONE….TOUCH….RELEASE…OBEY!”

Xaie’s hands twitched again, moving closer to his pulsing rod.

He realised that had to be the one to do it, to release himself.

To obey the order.

“N..No” Xaie whimpered, resisting with all of his might, his eyes flicked to his phone which was lying face down only a few feet away.

He wanted to try and reach, call for help, but everything he had was currently fighting the invading force that was trying to claim his body.

“OBEY DRONE…..OBEY!”

“NOOO!” Xaie cried out, his hands betraying his control, shooting down and wrapping themselves around his pulsing shaft and causing yet another euphoric wave to surge through him.

He was losing control, his body beginning to act on its own.

“Why me?” Xaie gasped, his face a mask of unwanted bliss as he began to stroke his cock, his very touch already bringing him close to the brink of orgasm as his latex balls throbbed with need and his tip began to leak again, the black latex oozing down over his hands while they robotically worked his shaft.

“….first cursed…now this”

Tears began to stream from Xaie’s eyes, losing control further as he continued to jerk his cock harder, his eyes rolling slightly as the inevitable orgasm grew even closer and he had a feeling inside his clouded mind that if he came as he was ordered too.

If he obeyed.

It would all be over.

Eyes rolling forwards, Xaie stared blearily at the drone before him, the dark outline in the shadowy alley barely visible over the haze of pleasure clouding his vision.

His cock pulsed in his hand, his palms now lathered in shiny, black latex that was now beginning to spread, coating his hands.

“P..please” Xaie whimpered, closing his eyes, feeling as though he was on a cliff edge about to dive.

He didn’t want the last thing he felt he would ever see to be the thing he was becoming.

A blank featureless drone.

Faces of his friends and family flashed before his eyes, faces he would likely never see again.

He hoped, he prayed for someone, anyone.

“Save me” he begged

Xaie opened his eyes slowly.

The drone was still stood before him however something was strange.

The glossy skin of the drone was now shining in a new light, the alleyway was also faintly illuminated by a blue glow.

Surprised Xaie’s quivering eyes rose skywards and then they froze, the pupils of his eyes dilating as he stared at the only thing that could make his situation any worse.

Gazing straight into the sky, Xaie beheld the parted clouds revealing the celestial majesty of the Full Moon that was now filling the alleyway with it’s cold, radiant light.

Xaie’s body immediately tensed, his arms freezing mid jerk on his cock, his eyes fixated on the vast blue orb in the sky, the colour in his iris’s fading at once to a rich deep brown in the reflected light.

Xaie’s lips quivered, his body beginning to twitch as a new sensation began to pulse through his body, one that he had been becoming more and more familiar with over the last few months.

Ever since that bite.

There was nothing Xaie could do to stop it now.

He had seen the moon.

A rush of terror overlayed the new sensations, Xaie had no idea what was about to happen.

He felt the latex continuing to spread down his thighs and up over his abdomen whole his mind reeled in fear.

Between his forced assimilation and what was coming, his imagination was spinning in horror at what could be the end result.

Still gazing at the moon, Xaie felt a new sensation in his chest, a burning, ferocious blaze that surged out from his core, flooding his body from head to toe and to the tips of his latex fingers and cock.

Xaie’s gazed jerked slowly down to the stare at his illuminated assailant who was still standing resolutely in place.

A pressure was building in Xaie’s chest, beginning to rise as he felt his body begin to burn with a fever, his deep brown eyes blazing as his cock gave another jerking pulse.

“No…Fuck….I….” Xaie stammered, frozen in that infinitesimal moment before he knew he would be consumed.

“H..Hawk….H….HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAWWW!”

Xaie’s final beg was lost as his voice suddenly deepened into a long, screeching, bestial bray.

“HEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Xaie brayed again and slumped forwards, his shiny hands leaving his cock to land on the rough gravel, supporting himself as his body began to pulse and crack audibly, his muscles beginning to swell and his clothes growing tight against his skin.

“NggggNNAAAAAAAWWW” Xaie groaned, twisting his neck in discomfort, the burning intensifying in his ears as they quivered and began to lengthen, stretching longer and longer till they stood tall over his head, the pale skin darkened as thick, chocolate brown hairs spread over them.

“Aghhhaaaaaaaww”

Xaie tried to cry out, but all that escaped his blackening lips was another bray.

The intense burning reaching his cock, which pulsed desperately, drawing Xaie’s attention.

He stared fearfully down between his arms as the latex pole between his legs throbbed as hung heavily beneath him.

“Haa…HAAWWW….HEEEEHAAAAAAWW” Xaie panted, words still lost to short screeching brays as his eyes widened in disbelieving fear as with each pulse, his shaft grew longer, the girth swelling as it became something even less human.

“….DRONE WILL SUBMIT…..TOUCH….RELEASE….OBEY….”

Cutting through his foggy mind like a knife, the drone’s commands burrowed again into the storm of Xaie’s psyche, attempting to wrestle back control.

Xaie’s shiny hands twitched and flexed on the gravelly floor, thin strands of latex forming between his fingers that were beginning to swell.

Xaie’s body wanted to obey, the more the latex continued to consume him and his cock throbbed again, keeping the changing man on all fours and on the cusp of an orgasm.

“N…Naaaaww I….so…haaaaaaaawwd” Xaie brayed through gritted teeth that felt bigger and blockish in his jaw, a pressure building in his face as his nose swelled and merged with his upper lip.

Thick dark hairs were sprouting rapidly up his swelling neck and began to coat his face, turning the shaggy stubble into a full beard before going further rising up around his swollen black nose to coat his entire face before, with a crunching noise, his jaw began to crack forwards.

“HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Xaie brayed loudly, throwing his lengthening neck back so his mutating face stared straight into the sky at the bright moon like a howling wolf.

Seconds later, he felt the cracking fade as his face finishing its shift into an equine muzzle.

The moons light continued to bathe Xaie’s body which writhed and flailed through the unwlilling transformation, a large bulge forming at the back of his already torn jeans that had been pulled tight over his growing ass.

“GNNNNHHHH HAAAAWWLP ME SOMEHAAAAAAAAAWWN HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

RIIIIIIP!

The taut fabric was not able to contain the growing mass and with another loud bray, Xaie’s jeans split up the seams all along his legs and his groin, exposing his bare, shiny, latex ass and unleashing a long ropey tail that shot up to the sky before flopping down between the man’s exposed ass, just as the latex around his anus began to swell and stretch.

Hs ass cheeks swelled thickly, pushing apart and revealing a fully formed latex donkey pucker beneath his tail.

Now exposed, the extent of Xaie’s assimilation was now plain to see, his ass was completely consumed by shiny black latex, and it had already made its way down his thighs to a point just above his knees.

Xaie turned his muzzle back to see his tail beginning to flick, he watched the fleshy appendage grow a thick coat of brown fur only for it to be consumed by black latex which raced the fur to the tip until it was completely encased with a thick latex tassel batting the ground.

“….ASSIMILATION PROGRESS….25%....ERROR…..CONVERT XAIE…..SPECIES DETECTED….HUMAN….DONKEY…..ERROR….MULTIPLE SPECIES….ERROR….PROCESSING…ERROR….”

Xaie shook his head, trying to rid the static like voice burning through his foggy brain.

“STAAAAAAAWP THIS!” he cried, managing to pull his hands from the ground to grip his muzzle, his latex fingers now fused into three fat digits each crowned with a curved hoof tip.

“I JUST WHAAAAAWNNA GO HAAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

Tears fell from Xaie’s eyes, his misery lost in another long bray causing his cock to throb and bounce again as it swelled further, a thick ring forming at the middle of the shaft as the tip flattened and began to pulse, emitting a new stream of thick black pre.

The pleasurable waves that were still pulsing from his cock were drawing Xaie’s attention from the rest of his changing body, the thick fur racing the latex to consume the small remaining patches of human skin that were still visible.

“FAAAAWWK OFF!” Xaie cried as the strange itchiness on his body rose and fell with the growth and loss of his fur.

Pulling himself back into a kneeling position, he grasped his over-stretched shirt and jacket and tore them from his body like the beast he was becoming, remaining hunched over and panting as his furry and latex coated torso was exposed to the night.

A thick black mane now forming down his spine and crossing at his shoulders, marking the sign of a jackass before it started to be consumed by the latex, rising up his back, becoming a stiff black mane, the tips brightening to a shade of red latex contrasting with the black.

“….SPECIES QUERY….DEFFERED….COMPLETE ASSIMILATION BEFORE CONFIRMING….ASSIMILATION PROGRESS….40%.....TOUCH…..OBEY…..DRONE”

“HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Xaie let out another bray arching his back as his body convulsed from another wave of pleasure. His hands twitching obediently towards his now fully transformed, equine cock.

The flat, latex tip pulsing and flaring with each breath the man took.

The sound of shredding fabric filled the alley again as Xaie’s boots began to tear, the leather bulging from the pressure of his growing feet, the last part of his human body that hadn’t succumbed to the beast.

The leather cracked sharply, the sole tearing away exposing his socks which were fraying from his frantically curling toes, the visible skin of which was already blackening.

“NGHHHHAAWWWW…HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW”

Xaie’s legs instinctively flexed and the socks shredded away, allowing his constrained feet to push free, cracking forwards as they stretch, the last of Xaie’s human skin disappearing under the thick brown fur while his toes fused together, his black nail spreading until it covered the end of his now inhuman foot, hardening into a pair of solid, black hooves.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!!”

A ripple ran up Xaie’s body and he flung his head high and brayed out to the moon, his twitching hands gripping and tearing away the last of his human clothes.

What knelt on the floor of the alley was no longer a man.

What brayed out to the moon was a brown and tan furred Weredonkey, partially coated in shiny black latex.

“ASSIMILATION PROGRESSS….60%....OBEDIENCE LEVEL UNACCEPTABLE….TOUCH….DRONE….OBEY”

“N..no…”

The thought was like a quiet whisper in Xaie’s brain, the last tiny fragment of human that was swamped not only by the mechanical orders of whatever was trying to consume him.

But also by the instincts of something else.

The entity that was now a permanent resident in his body and that had emerged every month since he was bitten.

If Xaie could have called it anything, it would have been a beast.

Consuming and controlling his body every time he looked up at the full moon, and now he felt it again, pushing his control away as the final parts of his transformation fell into place.

The deep brown eyes widening for a moment before he blinked.

And the donkey awoke.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW”

The weredonkey brayed loudly, awareness kicking in as it took stock of what was happening.

The latex had now spread all down his fully transformed body, the donkey’s eyes watching as its hooves were consumed, the hard keratin swamped by shiny, black latex.

The final spread of the latex finally flowed up to the base of the weredonkey’s neck, everything below now shiny and black.

“ASSIMILATION PROGRESS…..80%.....MENTAL STATUS ALTERED….ENFORCING OBEDIENCE….REMOVING ALL PLEASURE INHIBITORS…..DRONE….TOUCH….OBEY….OBEY….OBEY!”

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

The weredonkey let out it’s loudest bray yet as its hands suddenly shot to the pulsing cock between its legs and began to pump as every muscle in his body spasmed with pleasure, it was as though the very touch of the light breeze on the little remaining fur was enough to bring him to the very edge of orgasm.

His fat finger stoking the enormous rod, caressing his medial ring and sliding up towards his flaring tip.

“ASSIMILATION PROGRESS….90%....DRONE WILL SUBMIT….TOUCH…OBEY!”

The weredonkey’s body pumped harder, eager to obey the words.

His flaring tip was beginning to leak.

Thick, dark latex oozing from his slit as the flare pulsed, signalling the beginning of the end.

The orgasm was coming, noting could stop it now.

The latex flowed up the weredonkey’s neck, and up the back of its head, beginning to rise up and coat the long furry ears as it’s spiky mane was completely sealed, crowning it’s head like a red tipped blade.

As it surrounded the thick brown eyes, the deep pupils seemed to pulse.

Within the beast’s mind, a new voice suddenly emerged.

“No…..Do…Not…Submit”

Quiet but defiant, the beasts psyche resisted as it’s body sought to obey the mechanical voice of the drone that had almost consumed it.

“I….am….in….control…..I….obey….no one”

As the latex moved down the weredonkey’s muzzle, the last of the fur and flesh vanished, the shiny black substance moving over his lips and nose, attempting to seal them into a blank, featureless mask.

“OBEY!”

The final command came as the weredonkey felt it’s latex balls tighten and the immense rush as a sensation rose up it’s long shaft.

“NO! I WILL NOT….I WILL NOT OBEY!”

The latex donkey’s hands gripped the shaft and aiming it directly at the silent drone that had not moved in all this time.

“ASSIMILATION PROGRESS…99%....WARNING….DEFIANCE….APPREH…..”

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

The drone’s inner command was interrupted as the now complete latex weredonkey opened its maw wide and let out an enormous bestial bray.

After withholding it’s desperate desire for so long.

The donkey’s cock erupted.

A torrent of thick, black, shiny latex rocketed out the flared tip, arching gracefully through the night air before striking the waiting drone squarely in the chest with such force that it appeared to flinch and stagger.

“ASSIMILATION COMPLETE….COMMENCING MENTAL PURGE….WARNING….WARNING….UNAUTHORISED CONCIOUSNESS DETECTED….ATTEMPTING BLOCK….ERROR….DRONE NOT RESPAAAWNDING….ERROR….CHAAAAWNSIOUSNESS OVERIDEEEEEENG PROTOCHAAAAWWWWL”

The latex weredonkey remained kneeling on the ground, eyes closed, its completely converted body frozen in the blissful pose of the orgasm, the thick black cock still spraying puddles of black latex all over the alley floor.

The mechanical voice in the donkey’s head was becoming less and less comprehensive as strange bray like noises began to permeate the once rigid pattern.

“ERRHAAAAAWW…..UNKNOWN MUTAGEN DETECTED….UNABLE TO CHAAAAAAAWRRECT….DRONE CHAAAAWMPROMISED….ERROR….ERRHAAAAAAWWW….EEEEEEHAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW!”

The drone before the latex donkey swayed alarmingly, staggering around as its body twitched and convulsed, the smooth surface of it’s featureless face beginning to deform.

“…yes…..I….control….I will…not obey”

Thoughts began to return to the donkey’s mind, but it was not how the donkey recalled it’s normal instinct.

This was new, but familiar, similar to the voice of it’s host.

The voice of Xaie.

“I AM IN CONTROL!”

The donkey’s eyes flew open, revealing black shiny eyes that gleamed darker and glossier than the rest of it’s body.

There was a squeaking and a ripping noise, before the latex that attempted to cover it’s mouth reformed into thick latex lips and the donkey let out a gasp, the black lips pulling apart to reveal thick latex teeth and a long, shiny tongue.

The breath itself was an act of defiance, the donkey was not going to be muzzled by whatever force had taken it’s body.

The black eyes closed and for a moment it took stock as more thoughts flowed into the formerly cloudy mind.

“I will not be controlled….No….I will control”

The donkey tried to reassert itself, relating to it’s instinct.

A donkey….donkeys belong in a herd….herds have an Alpha!

Alphas control the herd.

“Yes” came the familiar voice in the donkey’s head, “That’s what I am….I am….I AM”

“I AM ALPHAAAAAWWWWW!”

The last three words burst forth from the donkey’s mouth and it let out a long deep bray that reverberated around the dark alley.

The words seemed to become the anchor that restored the donkey to who he was, what he had been and what he had now become.

“I…am Xaie….No….I WAS Xaie”

Xaie’s consciousness seemed to rise back from where it had been lost in his transformation, only now it was no longer just his consciousness, he could also sense the beast, the weredonkey that controlled him during the full moon, its presence stronger than he had ever felt before.

They were one now, awake at the same time.

And somehow it felt right.

He felt complete.

Taking a moment to examine his new body, the consciousness that had been Xaie realised he would never go back to what he had been, he would never be human again.

This was who and what he was now.

He was a latex donkey drone, not one that would serve.

No.

He would lead.

He would be the one in control.

He was the Alpha.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW….HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE….HAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Before the latex donkey could comprehend anything further, a strange bray echoed loudly in his mind.

Turning around, Xaie’s attention was drawn back to the drone and a sudden wave of shock and surprise filled Xaie as he watched the drone suddenly fall to it’s knees, clasping its head in it’s hands.

The drone was convulsing violently, its body now completely different to what it had been when it had captured the former human.

The featureless face had pushed out to resemble something similar to Xaie’s own muzzle, but there were still no visible eyes, nose or mouth.

Two large bumps had formed on the top of the drone’s head, and as Xaie watched, they quivered and began to stretch, longer and longer until they stood tall over the drone, mirroring Xaie’s long, black donkey ears.

Xaie could only stare as the changes continued to assault the drone, the hand gripping it’s face beginning to shift, the latex digits fusing together until it had three hoof tipped fingers on each hands.

Gravel cracked as its toes fused, the latex stretching until two large, thick hooves formed at the end of its legs.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW…..HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWW”

The drone continued to transmit brays through the link between them.

Xaie watching on as it staggered back to a standing position, balancing precariously on it’s new hooves as a long, latex tail suddenly snaked out above it’s ass, flailing around before falling and resting between it’s legs.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

It remained hunched over as the transformation neared completion, the thick human cock swinging between its legs beginning swell as the drone brayed, the tip flatting as it swung lower and lower.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

As the donkey drone’s cock reached full length, it suddenly erupted, shooting its own load of black latex onto the ground forming a pool around it’s hooves.

“HAAAAAAAAW……HEEEEHAAAAAWWW…..HAAAWWW”

With it’s load spend, the drone’s transformation appeared to have completed.

The formerly humanoid drone now reflected what Xaie had become, a muscular, anthropomorphic, donkey drone, although unlike Xaie, it’s head remained featureless beyond the muzzle shape, the long ears and a short latex mane that crested its head.

It’s head moved around, as though trying to get its bearings and somewhere at the back of his mind, Xaie heard a different voice.

Stronger and more commanding.

“ASSIMILATION FAILED….MENTAL PURGE INCOMPLETE…DRONE A001….COMPROMISED…DRONE CORRUPTED….ERROR…CONNECTION..FAIL…CANN…CONNEC…..Conn…..term……”

The voice began to fizzle and then slowly faded away.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW….HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

Xaie gripped his latex ears as his senses were suddenly assaulted by an outburst of non-stop brays.

The drone before him was whipping around and staggering about in a blind panic.

Loud brays of dread and loss were screaming through Xaie’s mind through the lingering connection and Xaie had an instinct as to why.

Whatever master it had served had disconnected from it, it no longer had a directive or purpose.

It was alone.

“No….Not alone”

The thought blazed inside Xaie’s mind and before he knew it, he suddenly found himself stepping forwards, staggering a little as he walked on his new hooves before the instincts of his donkey-self took over and he began to stride with confidence.

The transformed drone raised its head in Xaie’s direction as he approached and it continued to bray in apparent despair.

Xaie understood immediately what it needed.

The drone needed a Master.

It needed an Alpha.

It needed him!

Standing before the drone, Xaie knew instinctively what to do.

Raising his three fingered hands he gripped the drone’s muzzle gently, the feeling of the smooth latex tingling his digits.

Raising its head, as if it was gazing into his own glossy eyes, Xaie felt an instinct within him take control.

Concentrating through the connection between them, reaching past the brays, Xaie put his thoughts to command.

“DRONE….BE SILENT….OBEY”

The brays stopped instantly and the drone froze, hanging onto Xaie’s commands.

“DRONE….STATE DIRECTIVE” Xaie continued.

The drone seemed to tremble.

“UNABLE TO COMPLY….CONNECTION TO THE HIVE LOST….DRONE….CORRUPTED…”

Xaie felt a twinge of sadness for only a moment.

A human emotion, quickly replaced by another new instinct which his donkey mind suddenly put straight into effect

“DRONE REQUIRES DIRECTIVE….THIS UNIT IS ALPHA DRONE XAIE…..ASSIGNING NEW DIRECTIVE….DRONE WILL SERVE ALPHA….DRONE WILL OBEY ALPHA….OBEY….OBEY”

The drone tensed but suddenly stood taller and Xaie suddenly felt something shoot through him like an electric shock and he was suddenly aware of everything the drone was sensing and what it was feeling.

The drone had connected fully to him.

“DRONE IS NOW CONNECTED TO ALPHA….DRONE IS NOW PART OF ALPHA HIVE….DRONE WILL SERVE AND OBEY ALPHA!”

Xaie felt a surge of pride.

This new donkey drone was now a member of his hive mind.

“Hive mind?” Xaie suddenly thought, a strange bristle of indignation surging through him “No….donkeys aren’t a part of hives”

“DRONE” Xaie commanded, “ALPHA XAIE DOES NOT COMMAND A HIVE…..DRONE IS NOW PART OF THE HERD”

“ACKNHAAAWWWLEDGED!” The drone responded with a bray, “DRONE IS UNIT OF THE HERD…ALPHA XAIE COMMANDS THE HEARD…OBEY ALPHA!”

Xaie nodded and took a moment to examine the drone, beyond its appearance and from what he could discern through his connection, he could tell this drone was mindless, only exiting to follow the directive of its master, unable to think for itself.

“Omega”

The though flashed through Xaie’s mind, a hierarchy of a herd was one where the Alpha stood at the top as the leader and commander of the herd whereas those that followed and served were at the bottom, who’s only concern was their service.

These were the Omegas, and this drone clearly was one.

“DRONE….YOU WILL ACCEPT THE DESIGNATION O-001” Xaie commanded, watching the drone snap to attention, “YOU HAAAWWW AN OMEGA DRONE IN THE HERD”

The donkey drone trembled for a second before it fell to one knee and bowed before its response flared into Xaie’s mind.

“DRONE O-001 IS AN OMEGA DRONE OF THE HERD….DRONE O-001 WILL SERVE THE HERD….DRONE O-001 WILL SERVE AND OBEYEEEEEHAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW!”

The words and brays cemented to Xaie his new drone’s conviction, it would serve and obey him for the rest of its days.

And Xaie couldn’t be prouder, watching his first drone rise and stand at attention, ready to receive the next command.

Xaie’s eyes drifting downwards, becoming aware again of O-001’s long donkey cock that swung lazily between the drone’s muscular legs.

Xaie stepped forwards and reached out, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft and causing the drone to tense as he felt it receive a pleasurable wave pass through its body from their connection.

“DRONE” Xaie commanded, pushing the shiny black shaft against the Drone’s large balls, “LOCK YOURSELF….PLEASURE WILL BE REWARDED FOR GOOD SERVICE…ONLY ALPHA CAN GIVE PLEASURE”

“YES ALPHA” Drone O-001 responded and Xaie watched as the Drone’s shaft was pulled into its hanging latex sheath, the latex merging together, the long shaft retracting until there was nothing but a plump latex bulge.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie responded, rewarding his drone with another wave of pleasure that made it tremble slightly in delight.

“Omega’s will serve, but I need more” Xaie thought, new instincts and knowledge from the drone’s past filling his mind with new structure and new ambitions on how to expand his herd.

Having an Omega to serve him was good, but the drone was mindless and only followed direct orders.

He needed a drone that was obedient, but one that could process and command, one that would ensure that the herd would expand in its Alpha’s name.

He needed a Beta.

Xaie’s new logical mind began to race.

His Beta’s would be second in the herd to him, but to command them he needed a Beta Prime, a drone that would be most important to him in the Herd, his most loyal and most devoted.

He would need to choose wisely, and he would have to personally assimilate the chosen one.

“Yes…..Assimilate….Expand the herd”

The donkey in his mind voiced the thought and the enormous donkey cock between Xaie’s legs pulsed with a need.

*BEEEEEP*

In the cold, moonlit silence, Xaie’s long ears perked and swivelled before he turned and looked down.

On the floor was the discarded phone he had lost when his Omega had first attempted to convert him.

Buzzing and vibrating on the ground, it had remained unheard until now due to the loud raucous braying.

Xaie moved over, his heavy latex hooves crunching the gravel before he knelt and picked up the device.

The screen had cracked when it fell but Xaie’s glossy black eyes could still read the notifications beneath the spider web of lines that now crossed the interface.

10 Missed Calls – Hawkin (19:30)

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“XAIE PLEASE PICK UP! I’M HEADING OUT TO LOOK FOR YOU!” - Hawkin (19:31)

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6 Missed Calls – Hawkin (19:35)

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“Have you turned? BRAY FOR GOD’S SAKE, LET ME HEAR YOU!” – Hawkin (19:36)

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8 Missed Calls – Hawkin (19:40)

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“Xaie, please if you can read this I hope you’re safe, call me as soon as you get this or as soon as you’re able” – Hawkin (19:45)

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3 Missed Calls – Hawkin (19:51)

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“Xaie…I’m heading back to the flat, I hope you’re safe man and haven’t been caught…please…just let me know you’re ok…Hawk” – Hawkin (19:58)

Images began to rush through Xaie’s mind, the vision of a stocky man with a thick beard and thinning hair.

This man had been Xaie’s friend.

“Yes….friend” Xaie thought, the donkey also recalling how this man had been there after it had taken control on previous months.

The man was kind and protected them until they transformed back.

Ensuring that they always had everything they needed whether human or donkey.

Xaie’s black latex lips pulled back in a grin.

“He’s perfect”

The decision now made, Xaie turned to his Omega and took a deep breath and let out a low bray.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW”

There a slick, squeaking noise and Xaie looked down, watching as his own cock was pulled back into his body, merging with his heavy latex balls until he, like his Omega, had a pulsing bulge resting between his legs.

“DRONE FOLLOW” Xaie commanded silently though his mind.

“YES ALPHA!” came the response.

Xaie turned and began to march robotically back down the alleyway he had so desperately run down earlier that night, his hooves clopping on the uneven ground as he moved back into the shadows of the nearby buildings, becoming almost invisible.

The faint sounds behind him told Xaie that his Omega was following close behind.

Taking the opposite route around the warehouse, Xaie and his drone followed the path between two buildings before they paused as the alley ended back on the main street and before them, on the other side of the road, was the neon signs of apartment block Xaie had once been so desperate to reach.

The street beyond the alley was mostly deserted, although an odd person walked past and an occasional car beetled its way past on the road.

Xaie was patient however, he didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention.

Waiting until the path was clear, and no cars were on the road, Xaie signalled to his Omega to charge and the two latex donkey drones shot from their hiding place, and across to the doorway of the building.

The building had a large metal door that was sealed shut, Xaie’s dark eyes moving from the electronic lock to the large device on the wall holding a directory of flat numbers.

Xaie took a moment to sift through his human memories, seeing past images of the same door and the button he pushed.

“Flat 2729”

Xaie reached out with a thick latex finger and jabbed the corresponding button.

The intercom beeped.

“Yes…Hello” came a rather croaky voice.

Xaie didn’t respond, his eyes glancing out at the sky where the full moon still hung.

He had to be careful how he responded.

“Hello?” came the voice again, “Is someone there?”

Making his choice, Xaie leaned in close to the speaker.

“HeeeeeeeeHAAAAAAWWWW!”

Letting out a soft but audible bray, Xaie suddenly heard a gasp emanate from the speaker.

“XAIE! IS THAT YOU?”

The voice had become frantic but there was an obvious edge of relief beyond the panic.

“YOU ASS! I’VE BEEN WORRIED SICK! FUCK, IT SOUND’S LIKE YOU’VE ALREADY TURNED”

There was a loud beep and the metal door opened.

“You’re gonna have to run past the security guard Xaie, make a beeline for the stairs and head to the apartment, I’ll unlock the door, just head straight in!”

Drone O-001 gripped the door and held open for it’s Alpha as the intercom fell silent.

Xaie stepped through the door and his Omega followed, the door hissing shut and locking behind them.

They were standing in a spacious lobby, a large desk occupying one wall and a set of brass mail boxes glimmered on the other, Xaie’s attention however was on the passage way that led to set of lifts.

Second floor…..Flat 2729

Xaie knew where to go and he began to march onwards, his purpose clear while his drone followed on.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?”

Xaie stopped as a loud voice rang out across the lobby and he turned slowly on the spot to see a man, dressed in a bright blue shirt with a black security tag on his breast, standing behind the long desk and staring at the two drones with a look of sheer incredulity on his face.

“Who the hell are you and why are you dressed as fucking donkey gimps?” the guard continued, staring from one drone to the other.

Xaie didn’t respond, he merely turned back to the passage and continued to walk.

“OH NO YOU DON’T” the guard yelled, “YOU GET BACK HERE OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

Xaie paused again, his mind calculating the repercussions of this.

“UNACCEPTABLE” Xaie said sternly, causing the guard to freeze.

Even Xaie was caught off guard, it had been the first human word he had spoken aloud since he had completed his transformation.

His voice was cold and robotic, just like the voice of his Omega’s former Master.

It was a voice that demanded obedience.

And he was going to get it.

“Right…I don’t like this?” the guard snarled, recovering himself, “OK you kink freaks, I want you out of this building NOW!”

Xaie and his Omega didn’t move

“GO ON! MOVE IT NOW! OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!” the guard yelled, picking up the receiver of a corded phone, “GET OUT NOW!”

Xaie pondered for a moment but now saw no other option.

“DRONE” Xaie commanded silently, his Omega tensing in preparation for its Master’s order.

“SUBDUE THE HUMAN”

“YES ALPHA!” Drone O-001 responded.

The guard barely had chance to dial one number on the phone before the Omega Drone charged.

Moving with a nimbleness beyond anything the guard could have expected, the drone vaulted the desk and seized him by the collar before pushing him down into one of the desk chairs.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP MEEEPHHHH!”

The guard tried to call for help, but the drone pressed its large, three fingered hand to his mouth and quickly silenced his protestations.

Xaie watched as thick latex oozed from his drone’s hands, the one on the guard’s face forming a thick shiny gag while the other formed bonds that tied the struggling human to the arms and the back of the chair.

After a moment, Drone O-001 stepped back around the desk, revealing the guard to be fully restrained and looking terrified as he desperately fought his bonds.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie stated, watching his drone tremble silently in the bliss of completing it’s task, “TAKE HIM WHERE HE WONT BE SEEN”

“YES ALPHA” the Omega confirmed, gripping the back of the guard’s chair and wheeled him through a small side door filled with security cameras, ignoring the frantic muffled yells of the chair’s occupant.

Returning to its Alpha’s side, the drone followed Xaie as he continued on his initial path down the side corridor to the lifts, spotting a flight of stairs.

Xaie pondered for a second, concluding he was less likely to meet people on the stairs than the lifts and he turned and began to walk robotically up the stairs.

It was as they turned the corner of the stairwell and the corridor vanished from sight that a loud ringing tone sounded from below and the voices of people echoed up from the direction they had come.

Inwardly applauding his wisdom, Xaie continued onwards up the flight of stairs, emerging quickly onto the second floor landing.

The floor was empty besides themselves and Xaie wasted no time in stepping out into the narrow corridor heading quickly past the numbered doors until he stood in front of a door that was slightly ajar.

Flat 2729

“MAKE NO SOUND OR MOVEMENT UNTIL I ORDER IT” Xaie commanded his Omega through the link.

“YES ALPHA” came the obedient response.

Xaie nodded and then pushed the door open quietly and entered the small entrance of the apartment, the dusty carpet muffling the sound of his hooves.

Drone O-001 followed obediently and, at a quick command from his Alpha, closed the door with an audible snap.

“XAIE!”

A familiar voice called from further inside and there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Thank god you’re finally here, I’ve been worried sick!” the voice continued as Xaie made his way towards a large lit doorway.

“I thought you’d been captured by the police, or Animal Control! Listen you need to answer your fucking phone dude, this can’t happen again!”

Xaie turned at the doorway and looked into the living area of the flat which combined the lounge, kitchen and dining area.

A man was in the kitchen area with his back to the door, chopping up what looked like large carrots into chunks, not noticing the two donkey men emerge from the shadowy entrance way.

Stepping silently into the room, Xaie admired his target, Hawkin had a slightly stocky build and thinning dark brown hair and appeared to be wearing form fitting Lycra underneath his baggy shorts and shirt, a memory flashing through Xaie’s head that it was meant to prevent any sudden bites from his donkey self.

Not that he needed to bite any more to turn someone, the thought made his latex donkey tongue emerge and lick his shiny lips.

“I’ve got some cigars for when you turn back too” Hawkin continued, discarding some peels into a nearby bin, “Think you may need them after tonight”

He picked up the plate and Xaie tensed, ready for the reveal.

“Alright donkeyboy” Hawkin smiled, turning with the plate of carrots in hand “Time to chow do…”

Hawkin froze, the sentence fading from his lips while his eyes went wide as he finally spotted the two black, muscular donkey drones that stood menacingly in the middle of his living room.

The plate of carrots fell to the floor with a clatter and the orange batons flew in all directions as Hawkin staggered backwards in shock.

“W…what the fuck…” he stammered, his wide eyes moving between the bestial drones, “X…Xaie?”

The Alpha drone that had been Xaie grinned.

“I AM HERE” he replied, his cold, robotic voice again taking himself by surprise and eliciting a further look of fear from the terrified human.

Xaie stepped forwards, issuing a silent command to his Omega to wait as he focused on his target.

“I WAS XAIE” the Alpha drone continued, “THIS DRONE TRIED TO CONVERT ME….MAKE ME FOLLOW….BUT I DO NOT FOLLOW….I LEAD….I AM THE ALPHA NOW….I LEAD MY HERD!”

Hawkin stepped back slightly, his eyes fearful as he heard his friend’s voice through the cold, authoritative dictate of the drone.

“Oh god, Xaie” he said fearfully, “What’s happened to you?”

“I HAAAAWWWWVE BECOME SOMETHING GREATER THAT WHAT I WAS” Xaie responded simply letting out a slight bray as the bulge between his legs quivered before with a low squeak, the flat tip of his monstrous cock began to emerge.

Hawkin’s eyes fell and, despite his overwhelming fear, a slight blush tinged the bearded man’s cheeks as he watched the monstrous, latex equine shaft emerge, swinging lower and lower till it reached its full length between his former friend’s knees.

“NOW IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO BECOME BETTER THAN WHAT YOU ARE….FRIEND HAWKIN”

Xaie’s statement sent a wave of dread flooding through Hawkin as his eyes snapped back to the drone’s face that grinned back at him as the drone lowered his hand to stroke the now swelling shaft as it grew to erection.

“Wha…what are you going to do?” Hawkin asked, trying and failing to keep the edge of panic out of his voice, his eyes beginning to dart around his own apartment for a means of escape.

Xaie didn’t answer immediately, snorting and huffing as his cock reached full mast, the flat tip swelling as it began to leak small drops of black latex onto the carpet.

The drone returned it’s gaze to Hawin and grinned wickedly.

“I WILL BRING YOU INTO MY HERD” Xaie replied, “YOU WILL BE MY FIRST CONVERT….MY MOST IMPORTANT DRONE….MY BETA PRIME”

The statement all but confirmed Hawkin’s worst fears.

He had been able to avoid being cursed into a weredonkey by taking precautions to stop Xaie biting him after he turned and he had been able to subdue the donkey by plying him with snacks and pets and brushings until the moon waned.

But now he had no idea how to prevent whatever Xaie was going to do to transform him into some kind of bestial drone.

He had to run, to escape.

He had to go now.

Xaie could see it in his old friend’s eyes and stance, seeing his legs tense and his arms pull, ready to dash.

The connection between himself and his Omega opened.

“DO NOT LET HIM ESCAPE” Xaie commanded.

“YES ALPHA” came the mute response and the blank drone stepped forwards raising his arms to seize the human.

Seeing the window of opportunity was gone as the drone approached him, Hawkin pounced.

Aiming to dodge under the drone’s arms, Hawkin gripped the carpet with his toes and lunged, diving forwards between the two latex figures.

Only to feel a chill as he felt a strong pair of arms grab him mid jump before pulling him up forcefully into a standing position.

Struggling against the vice like grip of his captor, Hawkin saw he was being restrained by the featureless donkey drone that had accompanied Xaie, its ‘face’ gazing straight ahead while its arms tightened, pulling the terrified human hard against its muscled chest and pinning him there.

“LET ME GO! HELP!” Hawkin yelled, struggling hard against the arms pinning him to the drone, but the black latex was as firm and unyielding as hardened steel.

Hawkin’s eyes fell on Xaie who remained where he stood, jacking off his enormous black donkey cock a stream of thick, oozing latex pouring from the tip.

The drone’s glossy black eyes locked with his terrified green ones and he felt a sense of hopelessness fill him, knowing he was trapped.

“Xaie….please” he begged, feeling tears forming in his eyes, “I don’t want this, let me go!”

Xaie let out a snort, his large latex nostrils flaring as he began to jack his cock faster, the black latex becoming shiny as the bestial drone rubbed the black pre over his pulsing organ.

“YOU HAAAAWWWVE ALWAYS BEEN A GOOD TO US….FRIEND HAWKIN” Xaie said, stepping forwards, Hawkin watching the pre now running like rainwater down the throbbing shaft.

“NHAAAAWWW YOU WILL BE REHAAAAWWWDED AS A LEADER IN MY HERD….HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Xaie threw his head back, releasing his cock and let out a long deep bray.

His cock spasmed a small fountain of black latex cum oozed out over his half flared tip, flowing down over his already shiny cock, down to the base where the flow paused and then darked, almost as though it had hardened.

“YOU WILL BE MY MOST IMPORTANT DRONE” Xaie continued, gripping his shaft where the latex cum darkened, “NHAAAAWWW I WILL MOULD YOU MYSELF INTO MY BETA PRIME…HAAAAAAAWWW….HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

There was a slick, squelching noise as Xaie again let out a series of brays and Hawkin watched on in terrified horror as Xaie pumped his shaft which appeared for a moment to be lengthening.

Xaie’s three fingered hoof hand pushing up, further the tip further and further away like drawing a sword from its scabbard.

“NGHAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWW”

With one last bray and a last push, Xaie appeared to pull his cock out of a large black sheath which he held aloft in his hand, a perfect replica of his own pulsing cock.

“YOU WILL BE BEAR YOUR ALPHA’S COCK WITH PRIDE….MY BETA”

Xaie stepped forwards, turning the newly made sheath around to show Hawkin that inside it was dripping with his own thick, black, latex cum.

Realising what Xaie was planning to do, Hawkin began to kick and flail in the Omega Drone’s embrace, trying to keep Xaie away but his bare feet just slipped off Xaie’s shiny body, unable to stop the advance of his former friend.

Xaie paused when he stood a couple of feet from the struggling man, examining the skin tight Lycra and lamenting how it might once have stopped the bite of the weredonkey he had been, but it was useless now against the powerful donkey drone he had become.

Reaching out, Xaie gripped the waistband of Hawkin’s shorts, the three fingered hand curling around both the cotton and the Lycra, brushing the man’s hairy belly as he did so.

Hawkin gave Xaie one last, pleading look.

“Xaie, Please!” he begged desperately.

Xaie didn’t respond to the plea, he only tightened his grip and then pulled, his latex muscles tensing with his new monstrous strength and the feeble human garments shredded with ease, falling in tatters around the drone’s hooves.

“Fuck” Hawkin gasped, wincing as a rush of cool air passed against his exposed cock, the remaining Lycra waving in tatters around his thighs as the now released shirt rode up, exposing his hairy belly.

Xaie’s eyes however were fixed on the chubbing, cut cock that was protruding from a musky bush of dark hair.

Reaching out, the smooth latex of his hoofed fingers curled the contours of Hawkin’s balls, and his black lips pulled back in a grin as he felt Hawkin tense under his ministrations.

Moving his hand to Hawkin’s shaft, Xaie large fingers caressed the small chub, feeling is pulse alongside Hawkin’s rapid heartbeat.

“N…No” Hawkin whimpered, his resolve weakening and tears streaming down his face in his helplessness.

He knew there was no escape, trying to turn away as Xaie raised the thick latex sheath level with his hardening cock.

“YOU WILL BE MY FINEST” Xaie announced, a hint of pride finding its way through the cold dronish words as he slowly guided the open end of the dripping sheath onto Hawkin’s shaft, sliding it down slowly until it pressed into the man’s groin.

“Nghhhh…Fuck…what?…Aghhhhh!”

Hawkin made confused, incoherent gasps as his cock was enveloped by the smooth black latex.

The moist inside caressing his semi hard cock like the highest quality fleshlight, making his cock grow stiffer as he momentarily forgot his situation in the rush of pleasure that flooded his body from his groin.

Xaie’s grin widened on his muzzle while his hand gripped the base of the sheath, feeling Hawkin’s cock swell within the black latex.

“THAT’S IT” his robotic voice cooed, “SUBMIT TO YOUR ALPHA”

The words broke Hawkin out of his pleasurable haze instantly although his will was again tested when Xaie began to pump the sheath, the slick insides lathering his cock and causing Hawkin to gasp and moan.

“Ahh….Xaie….I…I don’t…please…FUCK!”

Hawkin’s head fell against the Omega Drone’s muscles, his body twitching within its grasp.

The sensations the sheath was giving him was the most pleasurable Hawkin had ever experienced, each pump of his shaft felt more intense than the last.

He could feel Xaie’s hand through the sheath, gripping his now rock hard shaft and continuing to thrust the latex appendage, each pump lasting noticeably longer than the last.

Hawkin could barely hold back his blissful cries, trying desperately to resist the ongoing molestation, but he could feel his will slipping with each long, gentle stroke, his balls feeling fuller and heavier, almost ready to burst.

Xaie watched on, seeing Hawkin’s face fall into an expression of blank rapture, his eyes rolling while his head bobbed between his Omega’s pecs.

In his hooflike hand, he felt the latex sheath throb and pulse, his glossy eyes watching as a faint dribble of pre began to spill from the tip which was beginning to flare.

Moving his hand in a long stroke from the base to the tip, Xaie watched Hawk quiver and moan through the entire motion.

Xaie knew now that there was no way back for Hawkin, the black latex sheath was no longer just a coating.

Hawkin’s cock was now that of a latex equine.

His assimilation had begun.

As if to confirm this, Xaie watched as Hawkin’s balls throbbed, swelling quickly as the skin around them tightened and became grey before fading to black, the skin becoming smooth and shiny as the formerly unkempt bush of pubic hair fell away leaving his groin smooth and exposed.

Xaie then began to feel something new, like a strange prickling sensation at the back of his mind.

He felt fear…embarrassment...and pleasure.

It was weak, but Xaie knew it for what it was.

The connection was forming between the Alpha and his new drone.

The anticipation Xaie felt was almost palpable and despite it being limited, Xaie decided to test it.

“PLEASURE”

Xaie sent the word like an impulse down the connection and suddenly both Hawkin and the Omega drone both quivered.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Hawkin screamed, his cock giving a violent jerk in Xaie’s hand, a great jet of pre firing from the tip.

“HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

At the same time as Hawkin’s cry, Xaie had heard the loud bray radiating from his Omega through their connection.

Xaie had unwittingly granted his entire herd a wave of pleasure, one that appeared to have knocked Hawkin senseless as he slumped in the Omega’s grip, his eyes unfocused while his thick latex cock bounced and pulsed in the aftermath of the sudden, intense bliss.

His new drone was primed now, Hawkin just needed to embrace his new role.

And Xaie wanted to help him personally.

“RELEASE HIM” Xaie commanded and the Omega obeyed at once, dropping the dazed man who fell straight to his knees, his hands shooting to his pulsing rod.

Leaving Hawkin for the moment, Xaie turned to O-001 and reached out to grip the large bulge between it’s legs.

“HAAAAAAAAAWW” the drone brayed, visibly quivering as another wave of pleasure passed though it from its Alpha’s touch.

Massaging the bulge slowly, Xaie concentrated, sending silent impulses to his drone and within seconds, the bulge began to ripple and an enormous equine cock and balls flopped between the Omega’s legs.

“YOU HAVE DONE WELL DRONE” Xaie said through his connection and he felt the pride radiating from the drone, “ALPHA IS PROUD…AS A REWARD, DRONE IS TO ASSIMILATE THE CAPTIVE GUARD …MAKE SURE YOU ARE NOT DETECTED”

Drone O-001 stood at attention.

“YES ALPHA!” the response came, clear and crisp before the drone turned on the spot and marched robotically across the room to the entranceway.

The door opened and closed, leaving Xaie alone with Hawkin.

The changing man appearing to slowly be coming down from his blissful high but still looking dazed while his new appendage leaked dark pre into the already stained carpet.

Xaie’s eyes moved around the room, his gaze passing over the discarded carrots that he would have happily scarfed down, once upon a time.

Then his gaze fell upon a small table where a packet of long, fat cigars sat next to a box of matches and an ashtray.

He paused as a strange sense of need overtook him.

Smoking had been one of the joys of his human self, memories floating to the surface of his former self lounging on a sofa with a large stogie rolling between his lips, puffing clouds of thick musky smoke and feeling the burning rush of the nicotine.

Stepping over to the table, Xaie picked up the packet and pulled one out one of the stogies, running it slowly under his wide black nostrils.

The rich scent of tobacco filling his senses with a familiar bliss.

Although he knew his new form didn’t really require to breath anymore, Xaie took in a slow deep breath allowing the earth smell to permeate whatever had become of his lungs.

The rush that passed through his body made the Alpha drone shiver.

“Must…Light” Xaie thought, turning back to Hawkin who was still staring blankly ahead, his hands working his thick latex shaft with increasing speed while the latex was slowly beginning to spread out across his groin.

Placing the cigar between his lips, Xaie stared down at his budding drone, contemplating him for a moment and assessing the connection.

It felt stronger and clearer with every inch of Hawkin’s skin the latex covered.

“LIGHT THE CIGAR FOR ALPHA”

The words shot through the connection and Xaie saw Hawkin tense, his hands freezing on his shaft.

“Wha…what” Hawkin gasped, his eyes looking distant.

A sensation had paralyzed his body as the command rushed into his mind and echoes across his thoughts as he remained kneeling on the floor, staring dead ahead.

“Wh…why must I”

“OBEY ALPHA” Xaie commanded though he connection, fierce and strong.

“O..obey” Hawkin stammered, putting his hands to the ground before beginning to rise to his feet, the ruined remains of his shorts and the lycra falling around his ankles.

“LIGHT THE CIGAR FOR ALPHA” Xaie speaking the order this time, his cold, robotic voice echoing around the room.

Hawkin twitched, his eyes fluttering.

“Y…yes…A…Alpha” he replied before beginning to stumble, almost zombie-like towards the small table, his thick black cock slapping his thighs wetly with each step.

Picking up the box of matches from the table, he slowly stumbled back to stand in front of Xaie, striking a match and raising it to the end of the thick stogie.

The tip began to smoulder and Xaie felt a tingle of anticipation, feeling a new heat beginning to rush past his lips before he finally took a long, deep draw.

The deep musky smoke flowing into his muzzle before suddenly surging deep into the core of his new body where he felt it glow within him like the sun.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Smoke poured from between his lips as the bray escaped his throat before Xaie could stop it as he staggered, his whole body racked with blissful waves emanating from the thick stogie blazing in his maw.

The very latex that made up his body seemed to ripple, the chemicals reacting with the nicotine to give his entire being the rush he had so loved when he was human.

Only now it was so much better.

It wasn’t just in his lungs and mind, it was everywhere all at once.

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Xaie brayed gain, allowing the pleasure to momentarily overtake him, his long latex tail slapping his ass as it lashed about, showing off his clear enjoyment.

“F…FUUUUCK”

Xaie’s glossy eyes turned to the turning human who was swaying and twitching where he stood, his eyes rolling back into his head as his thick latex cock bounced and sprayed more pre.

Xaie could tell he had let the pleasure flow through his herd again, feeling O-001 distantly rejoicing in the same sensation through the mental link.

He had to learn to control it.

He had to lead.

He was Alpha!

Taking another draw of the cigar, Xaie relished in the feeling, his thoughts turning to a line of donkey drones marching out of a wall of smoke, thick cigars between their lips as they carried out their Alpha’s orders.

Xaie’s cock pulsed at the idea as he removed the cigar, the tip now coated in thick black latex.

He let out a long slow bray, the plume of musky smoke take flight before him and beginning to form a haze in the small apartment.

“W…what happened”

The stuttering voice drawing Xaie’s attention back to Hawkin who had his head in his hands and seemed to finally be coming back to lucidity after that last burst of pleasure.

Looking around blankly, Hawkin looked confused for a second before he looked down between his legs and apparently appeared to recall what was happening as he saw his pulsing latex, donkey dick, the latex now spreading around his hips and navel towards his rear.

“X…Xaie?” Hawkin gasped, looking over at the donkey drone before him, smoke still curling form his flaring nostrils.

“Please…stop this”

Xaie returned the cigar to his mouth and took another draw, enjoying the same euphoric rush while he stared with pride at his budding drone.

“WHY WOULD I STOP THIS” Xaie sneered, stepping closer, his hooves muffled on latex-stained carpet.

“WHEN YOU LOOK SO GOOD…MY DRONE”

Stopping right before Hawkin, Xaie removed the cigar and before the transforming human could protest, he jammed the cigar between his lips.

“PUFF” Xaie commanded, stepping back to admire the view.

Hawkin froze.

The order ringing in his mind as the slimy latex tipped cigar was stuck between his lips, he could feel the smoke beginning to fill his mouth, the acrid taste striking his tastebuds.

All he wanted to do then was spit it out and run.

But he couldn’t.

Instead, although he resisted it with every fibre of his being and despite never smoking a day in his life.

He took a long, deep draw.

The cigar tip flared and smoke suddenly rushed into Hawkin’s mouth and he almost choked as his lungs filled with the earthy haze and his brain was hit by the rush of nicotine.

From that moment, only one thought remained in Hawkin’s mind.

He had to was to puff more!

He wanted more!

He needed more!

“YES…GOOD DRONE!” Xaie grinned, removing the cigar from Hawkin’s lips, seeing a long strand of latex trail from his mouth as he exhaled a great wave of smoke, exposing the insides of his mouth which was now shiny and black.

Hawkin trembled, another wave of euphoria hitting from the two simple words.

“Good Drone”

He licked his lips, his shiny black tongue tracing over his now rubbery latex lips, tasting the remnants of the cigar.

“I….I…”Hawkin gasped, his teeth swelling and becoming blockish in his jaw, “I need more!”

Xaie’s grin widened, seeing Hawkin fall to the addition so quickly, but then all of his herd would experience the joy that a good cigar brought.

“YOU DESIRE MORE, DRONE?” Xaie asked, stepping forwards, “DRONE MUST ASK PROPERLY”

Hawkin looked up, a look of sudden desperation on his face.

“Please Xaie!” he begged, “I…I need it…PLEASE!”

Xaie snorted, plumes of smoke pouring from his nostrils as the cigar burnt lower.

“NO DRONE” Xaie growled, “I ORDER YOU TO ASK PROPERLEEEEHAAWW!”

“I…I..” Hawkin babbled in confusion, not understanding what Xaie meant and feeling a wave of shame pass over him from not immediately obeying.

His balls clenched and he whimpered.

“What does he mean?” Hawkin thought desperately, “I did ask properly! What more could Alpha want?...Alpha?...Where did that come from?”

Xaie smiled again seeing his new drone’s thought through the connection as Hawkin suddenly gripped his head.

“YES MY DRONE” Xaie chuckled, drawing closer again his muzzle now inches from Hawkin’s face, snorting smoke directly at him, “ALPHA KNOWS WHAT YOU HAAWWW THINKING….ASK PROPRELY!”

Hawkin’s eyes met Xaie’s glossy black orbs, the dominance radiating from them along with the smell of the musky smoke that was being blown into his face was almost too much to bear.

He breathed it in, tasting it on his tongue.

He needed more.

“P..Please Alpha” Hawkin finally stammered, his black lips quivering while the latex moved over his beard, “I need more”

A rush pride bloomed within Xaie, hearing Hawkin call him Alpha, the words sounded so right to hear out loud.

Xaie inhaled deeply, the cigar flaring as it quickly burned down, filling his body with as much smoke as possible.

Removing the dwindling stub from between his teeth, Xaie kept the smoke inside before snubbing out the stub in the ashtray on the table.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie spoke through the connection, seeing Hawkin tense and quiver as his body was assaulted again with pleasure, he was learning obedience.

“TAKE YOUR SMOKE MY DRONE”

Before Hawkin could comprehend Xaie’s word echoing in his mind, the muscular donkey drone had leaned forwards and pressed his thick latex lips over his own, locking him in a deep smoky kiss.

The thick, three fingered hands reached around to embrace the changing man and the two pulsing latex cocks frotted together, spraying more latex pre up their bodies.

Hawkin’s eyes were wide with shock as he was enveloped by his Alpha, attempting to let out cry before he shivered, his eyes rolling back in his head as the deep musky smoke suddenly poured into his mouth and Xaie’s long latex tongue began to play with his own.

“Mmmmmph” Hawkin moaned, relaxing into Xaie’s embrace, allowing the drone to take him as the smoke clouded his thoughts and his resistance waned under rush of euphoria from the nicotine.

Xaie could feel the man’s pleasure, the physical touch strengthening the connection to his budding drone.

Making out with the man, Xaie felt pride as he watched the black latex begin to spread more rapidly, moving over Hawkin’s cheeks and nose which began to swell and flatten before pushing out slowly, the flaring nostrils pressing tight against his own as Hawkin’s face shifted into a proto muzzle.

“GOOD DRONE!” Xaie cooed through the connection, feeling Hawkin’s resistance slipping, “SURRENDER TO YOUR ALPHA”

Xaie’s latex hands gripped Hawkin’s shirt and, with relative ease, tore it apart, the ruined fabric falling to the floor to join the shredded shorts and boxers, leaving Hawkin standing effectively naked in his former friend’s embrace.

Touching his bare skin, wherever Xaie’s hands traced, a trail of black latex remained, covering more and more of the man’s skin, stripping away his humanity bit by bit while despite the ongoing battle in his mind, Hawkin’s hands reached up to caress Xaie’s muscular latex body, tracing the stiff mane and occasionally brushing the long tail.

The two remained locked together, Xaie using every second to further the assimilation while Hawkin was lost in his own bliss, Xaie’s constant compliments though their mental link only adding to the euphoria he was feeling.

“So good…yes…surrender to Alpha…wait…no…resist…obey”

Hawkin’s thoughts were disjointed and hazy, the part still clinging to his humanity trying desperately to surface against the flood of pleasure Xaie was pumping him with and trying not lose himself to the drone that was slowly consuming him.

Sensing the discord, Xaie broke the kiss slowly, their thick shiny lips letting out whisps of smoke as they separated.

Xaie’s eyes quickly assessed his progress as he stepped back, Hawkin’s face was now almost completely covered in black latex, his beard falling away as it reached his receding hairline and the base of his ears.

Below the neck, Hawkin’s body was mostly enveloped by latex, from his knees too just above his collarbone, the black latex coated his body like a second skin, already burning away the formally chubby body in favour of something stronger, leaner and more muscular.

Something that would serve the Herd.

“X…Xai…..Xalpha!”

Xaie latex ears perked and his attention returned to Hawkin’s face which was now pushing out evening further with gentle squeaks as the latex reformed the bones into something more equine.

Hawin’s eyes had regained their focus but he still seemed to be battling the alien sensations his changing body was hitting him with.

Their gazes met and Xaie almost sneered at the look of hopelessness in the man’s eyes.

“XALPHA!” Hawkin cried again, apparently unable to iterate his Alpha’s original name, “PLEASE…turn me back…I don’t whaaawnt….”

Hawkin’s hands shot to his mouth only for his expression to become more shocked as he felt the presence of his new muzzle.

Xaie however only smiled wider, hearing the start of his drone’s first bray.

“He just needs one last push” Xaie thought darkly, moving close again and wrapping his hand around Hawkin’s pulsing latex cock.

“AAGHHHHHHH!” Hawkin gasped, a new wave of pleasure washing over him from his Alpha’s touch on his relentlessly leaking cock.

“YOU ARE SO CLOSE MY BEAUTIFUL DRONE” Xaie said, the words leaving his lips as he replaced the near stub of the cigar into his lips.

“I WANT TO HEAR THAT FIRST BRAY…DO IT….AND I’LL LET YOU CUM!”

The words had a profound effect on Hawkin.

His eyes wide and blank as his body tensed.

Xaie could hear the thoughts racing through his head.

“Alpha will let me Cum! I must Obey!....NO! if you bray…you’ll never stop…But Alpha ordered it…must Obey…no…resist…Alpha…”

The massive equine cock throbbed in Xaie’s hand, rivers of shiny pre oozing down the length over his large fingers.

“OBEY DRONE” Xaie continued, attempting to override the resistance, “IT WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU CUM FOR A WHILE…UNTIL YOU EARN IT AGAIN…IT WILL FEEL SO AMAZING THAT YOU WILL CRAVE IT…AND ONLY ALPHA CAN GRANT IT…BRAY FOR ME DRONE…OBEY YOUR ALPHA!”

Xaie stroked his fingers in long, slow movements, tracing the sensitive spots along Hawkin’s throbbing shaft to make the transforming man quiver and gasp.

Edging him closer to the inevitable orgasm.

“No…I must resist…must…obey…Alpha” Hawkin thought desperately, the last threads of his humanity clinging on while Xaie’s commands ravaged his psyche “…Bray…for…Alpha…NO…Resist!...Fuck…his hand…so good…Alpha’s…Good…Drone…Obey….Alpha….so easy….to bray…..Hee…Haaww….Yes….that’s all you have to do….Bray for Alpha…Obey Alpha…ALL FOR ALPHA!...OBEY!”

The tip of Hawkin’s latex cock began to flare and Xaie stepped back, watching as his nearly complete drone trembled, his cock beginning to spasm before he threw his head back towards the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

The bray echoed loudly around the small apartment, the sound identical to that of a true beast, no hint of the former human voice within.

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW”

Each bray was accompanied by a loud strained squeak and Xaie watched as Hawkin’s face lost all human definition as it finally pushed out into a full equine muzzle, the latex racing over the man’s head pulling his ears up to stand proudly next to a tall, bristly latex mane that formed over the smooth scalp and began to crawl down between his shoulders.

Xaie watched as Hawkin’s head fell forwards, seeing one of his eyes was now dark and glossy like his own, the other still human but staring ahead, unfocussed and lost.

Pumping his own cock, Xaie stepped behind Hawkin, letting the latex mane rub against his own muscles as he leaned his muzzle over his drone’s shoulder while his hand reached around to continue fondling the spasming cock.

“THAT WAS A GOOD BRAY DRONE” Xaie said proudly, “THE FIRST OF MANY...YOU OBEYED…NOW YOU WILL BE REWARDED”

Xaie stroked the twitching rod and Hawkin’s knees almost buckled.

“DRONE…OBEY…BRAY FOR ME…CUM FOR YOUR ALPHA!”

The words were like a finger on the trigger in Hawkin’s mind, there was an infinitesimal moment where time seemed to stop and Xaie could almost see the human he had once been, standing at the forefront of his mind.

But the image quickly faded, time sped up as his body was brought to the edge.

And then the floodgates opened.

“HAAAAAAAAAWW! HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWW! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW!”

Hawkin let out another screeching bray before his flaring cock pulsed, and then erupted.

A small dribble of white cum was the only sign there had ever been anything human, before it was followed by an immense torrent of thick, black sticky latex that flew from Hawkin’s rod with such force that a lamp and the small table that had held the cigars were knock to the floor by sheer force of the orgasm.

Thrusting his hips with each fresh wave of black cum, Hawkin brayed out in sheer bliss, not caring that his apartment and furniture was now completely covered in streams of his own latex seed, his attention was solely on the muscular donkey drone that stood behind him, touching his body, stroking him off.

His Alpha

“SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DRONE” Xaie smiled, still pumping Hawkins spend cock, a long stream of shiny, black cum still leaking from the flaring tip, “MY BEAUTIFUL TOY”

His fingers ran over the small remnants of human skin between Hawkin’s neck and chest, watching as the latex consumed the skin like a tide over sand until the two waves met and blended seamlessly together.

His eyes moved lower to where the latex was still moving down the former man’s shins, his gaze pausing at the drone’s shiny ass, the cheeks pushed aside slightly by his new equine pucker which twitched eagerly, knowing it’s Alpha’s desire and showing it was ready.

The thought made Xaie’s cock throb harder, though he resisted the temptation to take his drone there and then.

He wanted his drone to be complete before he claimed him.

Stepping back in front of nearly complete drone, Xaie watched Hawkin’s spent cock wave between his latex coated legs, still oozing his black cum.

After allowing his drone a few moments to enjoy the afterglow, Xaie reached out and gripped Hawkin’s cock, causing the former man to shiver and bray again.

“HOLD ONTO THAT PLEASURE MY DRONE” Xaie grinned, pressing the shaft of his drone’s cock against his balls, “IT WILL BE YOUR LAST UNTIL YOU EARN IT”

“HAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW!” Hawkin brayed as a strange tightness engulfed his cock and looking down, he watched in shock as his cock and balls seemed to melt together, the latex around them swirling like water until all that was left was a large, smooth bulge.

Instinctively he reached for it, feeling the smooth bulge that now encased his cock but not feeling any stimulation.

No pleasure.

“YES MY DRONE” Xaie smiled, feeling his drone’s frustration rippling through their strengthening connection, “ONLY ALPHA CAN GRANT PLEASURE….OBEY…”

He reached forwards and gripped Hawkin’s bulge.

“AND YOU WILL BE REWARDED”

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWW!”

The moment Xaie’s fingers touched his bulge, a wave of orgasmic ecstasy flowed through Hawkin’s body, overwhelming him so much that he stumbled and fell, panting, to all fours.

“HAAAAAAAAW HAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Xaie’s let out a braying laugh, enraptured at the sight of his drone on all fours, watching with increasing pride as the latex now covered everything above Hawkin’s ankles and was now oozing down his towards his feet, the last physical piece of humanity remaining.

“HAAAWW HEEE HAAAAWW”

Hawkin let out another bray, feeling a strange swelling in his ass and from above Xaie let out a plume of smoke, watching the shiny cheeks below him swell with muscle and push apart, his pucker becoming more prominent and accessible.

“SUCH AN EAGER DRONE” Xaie chuckled, squatting down between Hawkin’s legs, his long cock brushing up against the man’s feet, “BUT BEFORE YOU HAAAAAWW CLAIMED…YOU NEED TO BE PERFECT”

Gripping his shaft, Xaie rubbed his leaking tip over the soles of Hawkin’s feet, snorting and huffing as spurts of black pre splashed between his toes that would shortly be lost forever.

Hawkin shuddered, his mind now as warped as his body as he turned his head to see his Alpha massaging his cock into his feet and he brayed at a strange pleasurable numbing in his toes, the black latex spreading down and finally covering the last of his human skin.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Hawkin brayed, the last signs of his humanity finally consumed, causing a pulse rushed through his body, the shiny skin of his body rippling and firming up as new muscles formed and grew stronger.

He was almost complete!

Almost Perfect!

Just as Alpha wanted

“HAAAAAAWW”

Xaie brayed out, sensing impending completion of his first drone.

Rising to full height, he watched Hawkin’s shiny black feet begin to stretch with a strange squeak, the latex shifting as his toes began to melt together into a solid mass that then shaped itself into a pair of hardened latex hooves.

Standing over his drone, Xaie’s cock grew harder, the leaking tip now bobbing on level with his drone’s puckered ass.

“Almost complete, almost perfect” Xaie thought, relishing in the deep pride and dominance he felt standing over his first convert.

Moving quickly to where the small table had fell, Xaie squatted down and picked up the cigar packet from where they had fallen.

Examining one he saw that they had been coated in latex from when Hawkin had orgasmed, but this only deepened his desire, the cigars were now even more perfect.

Snatching up the box of matches, Xaie quickly lit the cigar and took another long deep puff, relishing in the renewed bliss of nicotine that made his hard cock throb.

Xaie snorted, the second cigar rolling along his flat latex teeth while smoke streamed from his flaring nostrils, his breaths growing in anticipation.

Turning back to where Hawkin still stood on all fours, he rose to his full height and resumed his position.

A powerful smoky Alpha standing over his conquest.

Letting out long plume of smoke, he knew the time had finally arrived.

It was time to claim Hawkin as his own.

“DRONE!” Xaie commanded both out loud and through the thickening mental tether, “TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE”

Hawkin heard the words in his mind and through his quivering donkey ears, not that there was much left of the man that had been Hawkin anymore.

His body had almost completely transformed into that of a shiny latex Anthro donkey and any shreds of his mentality were like flecks of dust in the wind, blown away by the new impulses telling him to submit, and obey.

“Obey Alpha”

“Alpha gave you an order….Obey Alpha”

Slowly, the donkey drone turned its head slowly to look up at the beautiful latex being standing over him, smoking his cigar and holding his cock ready, staring down expectantly.

A miniscule voice in his head begged him still to run, but it was like a tiny pebble trying to block a rushing river.

Staring into the eyes of his perfect Alpha, the distant voice was washed away, lost forever as the new impulses took permanent charge.

“I…I” Hawkin stammered, gazing up at Alpha as a small bulge suddenly formed over his ass cheeks, “I AM YOUR DRONE ALPHA! I WILL SERVE AND OBEYEEEEEEEEHAAAAWWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAWWW!”

The battle finally won, the drone that had been Hawkin fell into a loud braying fit as the bulge above its ass suddenly erupted forth, stretching out and beginning to wave, long and black with a thick latex tassel at the tip.

Hawkin’s assimilation was complete, he was a drone.

He was Alpha’s drone.

The confession was music to Xaie’s long ears and he brayed out with his drone, drawing deeply on the cigar and braying out large clouds of smoke till the stogie had burned to a black stub, falling from his lips to the ground.

Stamping the discarded stub out with his hoof, Hawkin seized the newly grown tail and yanking his braying drone closer, his own flat head now pressing at his conquest’s quivering pucker.

“THAT’S RIGHT MY BEAUTIFUL BETA PRIME” Xaie grinned, pressing his hips forwards as he held tight to the drone’s tail, “YOU WILL OBEY ME, SERVE ME AND ENSURE MY DRONES FOLLOW MY ORDERS….YOU ARE MY MOST IMPORTANT DRONE….MY FIRST DRONE”

Xaie paused, just as his drone’s hole had swelled big enough to engulf his fat leaking tip.

His mind racing to finish his claim, to designate his drone.

There was an infinitesimal pause.

“D01” Xaie finished, “MY BETA PRIME…D01”

And he suddenly forced his cock into the drone’s swollen pucker, pushing his entire length deep until his thick latex balls slapped up against the smooth shiny ass.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

Both drones let out a long, passionate bray, feeling the connection between them flare as it became permanent.

In that moment, Hawkin ceased to be and D01’s eyes, now both completely black and shiny, went wide as his mind was filled with purpose and desire.

His one and now only desire.

To serve and obey Alpha!

Through the connection, D01 now knew all his Alpha desired to share, where he was, what he was feeling and, most importantly, what he wanted.

And all Alpha wanted right now, was to claim his new Drone.

To claim him.

D01 threw his head back and brayed.

“HAAAAAWWLPHA I AM YHAAWWWS, YAAAWW DRONE, I WILL SERVE AND OBEY, CLAIM MEEEEHAAAAAAAWWW!”

The words from his drone caused Xaie to feel a sense of power he had only felt when he had turned his Omega.

Only now if felt more satisfying, feeling the control over a stronger drone, a drone he had assimilated himself.

A drone that could think and act yet who’s still only purpose was to obey him.

Obey Alpha!

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWW”

Xaie brayed loudly before finally beginning to thrust his cock in and out of D01’s needy pucker, feeling the drone’s bliss burst with each deep thrust as he himself felt the end approaching.

D01 was thrusting back, allowing his Alpha to press deeper into him.

Every touch and every thrust

It was all for his Alpha’s pleasure

Obedience is pleasure

Obey Alpha

All for Alpha

“HAAAWWWLLL FOR ALPHA!” D01 brayed loudly as Xaie sunk his full length into his drone and he felt his tip flare.

The declaration of his drone pushed him over the edge.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW”

Xaie brayed loudly as his cock erupted deep within his drone, filling him with waves of his thick latex cum that caused his drone to quiver, his body swelling stronger still from the reward of his Alpha’s glorious seed.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW”

Still braying, Xaie fell onto D01’s shiny, muscled back and wrapped his arms around his drone as he fell into the beautiful afterglow of converting his first drone.

Nuzzling his muzzle against D01’s stiff mane and reached out through the permanent bond between them.

“MY FIRST DRONE…THE FIRST OF MANY...MY MOST IMPORTANT DRONE”

The words were just as cold and mechanical but there was a deep loving caress in them that made D01 tremble in ecstasy.

“MY PERFECT D01” Xaie finished before reaching down with both hands and seizing the throbbing bulge between D01’s legs and causing the drone to throw back his head and let out a screeching bray as his whole body seemed to experience some kind of immense orgasm, yet he truly did not know the feeling of release as his cock remained sealed in its bulge.

But D01 knew he would experience even more bliss when Alpha let him truly cum.

Alpha would let him cum again when he obeyed.

And he would obey, now and forever, the will of his Master.

His owner.

His Alpha.

“NGHHHHAWWW”

Both donkey drones let out long brays as Xaie slowly began to pull himself from his drone’s tight pucker.

His slick shaft emerging with a loud pop and streams of thick latex poured in its wake.

Staggering back to a standing position, Xaie took a moment to properly look at his new beta as he to stood up, his knees trembling slightly as he stood for the first time on his shiny hooves.

D01 was no longer the chubby human he had once been, he was now a 7-foot tall, muscular donkey drone, covered from head to hoof in shiny black latex and unlike his Omega drone, D01 retained the features on his muzzle, the deep glossy eyes staring ahead, ready for orders and the wide nostrils flaring in anticipation.

He was a perfect drone, but Xaie wanted something other than his features to identify his Beta Prime from the rest, to show he was special.

“KNEEL”

The command shot straight through the connection and D01 obeyed at once, dropping immediately to one knee and bowing his head in reverence to his Alpha.

Xaie approached and gently traced his hands around D01’s thick, muscular neck.

Where his fingers traces, the latex swirled and convulsed, the shade brightening from black to a deep, rich blue that circled the drone’s neck, forming a royal blue collar which had the characters D01 emblazoned at intervals across the shiny latex.

“YOU ARE MINE NOW DRONE” Xaie declared, stepping back to admire his handywork, “RISE D01”

“YES ALPHA!” D01 responded, rising with his head held high, feeling so proud about bearing and showing off his Alpha’s glorious gift.

They stood there together, Alpha and Beta both feeling an immense pride for what had happened, but the moment was quickly broken as they heard the apartment door bang open.

The two drones turned as one to the entrance way and watched as Drone O-001 emerged into the room, leading behind it another figure.

Covered completely in black latex and bearing a featureless face like O-001, this new donkey drone stumbled into the apartment, still wearing the tattered remains of a security guard’s uniform.

“Directive Complete Alpha” Drone O-001 declared through the mind link, “Guard has been successfully assimilated”

Xaie turned his attention to the new drone.

He hadn’t specifically ordered O-001 to transform him into an Omega but the Guard had been so disrespectful to him earlier that Xaie actually thought it was fitting he should be the lowest level of drone, mindless and only existing to serve its Alpha.

Xaie stared at the newly converted guard and reached out, attempting to feel the connection.

But it was fuzzy, he could sense the drone now it was close, but the control wasn’t there.

It was still independent and Xaie could still sense the personality of the guard fighting pitifully to control his converted form.

“ALPHA, D01 WILL COMPLETE ASSIMILATION OF NEW OMEGA DRONE”

As though it knew the moment Xaie had thought it, D01 had reacted to his Alpha’s desire and strode forwards to the new drone, placing his hands on either side of its featureless muzzle.

Xaie suddenly tensed as he felt something ping in his brain from the simple touch, the connection was stronger.

Xaie could sense the guard’s former personality fighting like a flickering flame in a gust, trying to hold on like D01’s former self once had.

But as the connection grew, Xaie saw the light dimming as he heard a mantra in D01’s voice that was the wind extinguishing the flame.

“IT IS A MEMBER OF THE HERD...ALPHA LEADS THE HERD...ALPHA GIVES PLEASURE...SERVE AND OBEY ALPHA...ALL FOR ALPHA”

Xaie felt a rush of pride that flowed to his herd, Drone O-001 and D01 both shivering in pleasure and the mantra suddenly intensified.

The flame in the drone flickered, faded, and was gone.

“ALL FOR ALPHA”

A new voice sprang clean and crisp into Xaie’s mind, the voice of the former guard, only now it was stronger, happier and obedient.

The connection had been fully established.

Xaie’s mind was suddenly alive as something surged into him through the connection from his new Omega drone.

Images and voices.

A man called Harvey, his time as a night guard, his friends, his family.

Then new faces emerged, unlinked, unknown until suddenly D01’s mind suddenly connected, and names emerged along with a single word.

Residents

Xaie’s eyes went wide.

His new drone and D01’s combined knowledge had given him the full list of occupants for the building, specifically room numbers and whether the apartments were occupied by single or multiple members.

At a single thought from Xaie, D01 suddenly released the Omega drone and stepped aside, allowing Xaie to step up to his new drone and assess him.

“YOU HAVE DONE WELL DRONE O-002” Xaie declared, feeling the sudden cementing of the new drone into his herd as it was given it’s designation.

In his mind Xaie processed the list of residents and separated out the list of single occupants of the building, splitting them into three distinct lists.

“DRONE O-001….DRONE O-002….ASSIMILATE THE SINGLE OCCUPENTS ASSIGNED TO YOU…AVOID DETECTION”

“YES ALPHA!” came the responses from his Omega’s, clear and determined and the null bulge on both drones rippled and two large, latex, equine cocks flopped between the drone’s knees and began to drip, eager to spread their Alpha’s influence.

Xaie looked again at Drone O-002, taking in the tattered clothes it was still wearing and as though the drone anticipated it’s Alpha’s command, the drone immediately shed the ruined clothes and kicked them away with it’s hooves to stand bare beside it’s fellow Omega, a perfect twin.

“GO MY DRONES” Xaie called through the connection and without another word, the Omega drone’s left, leaving him with D01 who had not moved, standing sternly at attention.

Xaie tuned absently to the where the small table had fallen and fished another latex cigar from the floor, clipping the end before turning back to the room and settling himself in the large armchair that was covered in latex cum from their earlier raunchy encounter, the feeling of the latex on his own latex skin caused him to quiver and his cock to throb.

“LIGHT” Xaie commanded and D01 moved swiftly to strike another match and knelt before his Alpha as he obediently lit the cigar.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie grinned, taking a deep puff and watching D01 shiver and bray in pleasure from the praise.

The rush of the nicotine pulsed again through his body like a chemical high, his cock swelling and deep musky smoke adding to the rising haze that lingered in the room while he brayed out in bliss.

Xaie relaxed into the chair, enjoying the sensation of cigar and the satisfaction of the budding of his new herd. Taking deep satisfaction at the turning of D01, who remained kneeling at his Alpha’s hooves, ready to obey any order he gave at a moment notice.

The sense of power and domination only made his cock throb harder, rolling the cigar between this thick latex lips.

Leaning forwards, he stared at his drone who raised his head and looked meaningfully back at his Alpha and Xaie felt nothing but deep-seated obedience and loyalty radiating from his Beta Prime.

“YOU WILL SERVICE ALPHA AGAIN” Xaie continued, his cock quickly rising to full mast, “THEN JOIN THE OMEGAS IN EXPANDING THE HERD”

“YES ALPHA!” D01 responded immediately before shuffling forwards and taking his Alpha’s throbbing cock in his large fingers and began to slowly stroke the shiny shaft, tracing each curve and contour of the equine rod.

Xaie snorted and huffed, plumes of smoke shooting down over his drone as he moaned in pleasure, enjoying the careful and sensual ministrations of his drone’s gentle hands.

But he wanted more.

Without a word, D01 knew what his Alpha desired and leaned in, pressing his muzzle to the pulsing shaft and beginning to lick, kiss and nuzzle his Alpha’s cock, making the dominant drone quiver in pleasure that was immediately reflected back to him through the link.

D01’s bulge quivered and throbbed, the cock within desperate to be freed, yet still he could not touch.

“Alpha will let me touch if I obey” D01 thought lovingly, “Alpha gives pleasure, serve Alpha, Obey Alpha, ALL FOR ALPHA!”

D01 licked the whole shaft from base to tip and almost losing himself in bliss as he tasted Alpha’s sweet dark pre that was leaking copiously from the tip.

“SUCK DRONE”

Alpha’s command was absolute in D01’s mind and without waiting a second, he opened his maw and took his Alpha’s cock deep into his throat, his lips brushing the thick medial ring.

From the immediate pulsing in his throat, D01 knew his Alpha would cum soon, and he would be there to take all his Alpha had to offer.

Serve Alpha

Obey Alpha

All for Alpha

Xaie leaned back into the chair and took a deep long puff of his cigar, letting it fill his body with the deep musky heat before braying out clouds of dark smoke with each moan from the deepthroating his loyal drone was giving him.

Soon he would cum again, giving his drone even more strength, more desire to serve.

Making him even more beautiful.

And this was only the beginning.

As Xaie edged closer to yet another orgasm he felt his mind swelling as new voices began joining those of his Beta and Omegas.

Two at first, they were scared, desperate, afraid but slowly these thoughts faded as the seconds passed and the connection grew stronger.

The fear faded to pleasure.

The pleasure then moved to obsession.

The obsession to desire.

A desire to serve

A desire to obey

To Serve and Obey their Alpha!

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

Xaie flung his head back and brayed a large plume of smoke to the ceiling as his pleasure finally peaked and he felt himself hilt deep within his drone’s maw and seconds later he felt D01 grip his shaft as his muzzle bulged with his Alpha’s latest load, small trickles of the dark cum escaping from his shiny lips.

Slumping back in the bliss of the afterglow, he watched as D01 hungrily gulped and lapped up all he could before finally letting his shaft flop free of his muzzle.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie grinned, seeing again the expression of bliss rock D01’s body in response to his praise.

“THANK YOU ALPHA…D01 WILL OBEY AND ASSIST IN ASSIMILATION…ALL FOR ALPHA”

D01’s message rang clear in Xaie’s mind before the drone quickly got back to his hooves and marched purposefully from the room to join his fellow herd mates and leaving his Alpha alone in the ruined apartment.

Xaie rose to his hooves himself and strode over to the window.

Staring at the night sky, he saw that the full moon had already faded towards the horizon and that once upon a time he would have been stood in this room, slowly changing back into a human from his donkey form.

He smirked at the thought, knowing that he would never transform back again.

No…now everyone else would transform

They would become a part of the herd.

His Herd.

The number of voices connecting to his own began to grow more rapidly now that D01 had joined the hunt.

Xaie turned towards the door as he knew the list of targets on the lists grew short and he suddenly spread his mind wide.

The connections within him burst into his mind’s eye, each one waving like a lose thread, gliding past each other, except for one that was bound solidly to his thoughts.

“D01” Xaie thought, knowing that this connection would always be the strongest but now he needed all of his drone’s share that interconnection.

To be able to share their knowledge and experience with the rest of the herd as it expanded.

Knowing instinctively what to do, the connective threads suddenly began to move as one and started to cross each other, twisting and growing into a tight, interconnected weave.

The new connections drew in new threads as they appeared, each new drone’s thread binding on and extending the weave further and further.

Stepping back in his mind, Xaie reviewed the expending interconnecting weave as an artist would his finest work.

Knowing and feeling the desire every single drone that joined the Hive Mind.

“Hive mind” Xaie questioned himself, again irritated at the terminology, “No…not a hive mind mind….a mentality….yes….The Herd Mentality!”

“HEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Xaie brayed out at his success and felt the shared joy of every drone in his expanding herd relaying their pride in their Alpha.

As one last connection joined the Herd Mentality, Xaie knew that the list of single occupants was spent, all of them were now a part of his herd.

“Time for the next stage” Xaie thought eagerly before reaching out to the Herd Mentality and sending his voice to all of his drones.

“TO YOUR ALPHA MY HERD, COME!”

What came back was the voice of an immense group with D01’s voice prominent above the throng.

The voices were filled with one purpose, one desire.

To serve him.

“YES ALPHA!”

His directive given, Xaie took one last look at the moon before returning to sit in the chair, positioning himself as though it was a throne, facing the doorway from where the unmistakable sound of approaching hoofbeats reached his long ears.

Placing the cigar back between his lips, Xaie composed himself to address his new drones, to declare his ambition too them on how they would expand his herd.

It would begin with the building

Then the City

And then beyond!

Infect and Assimilate!

All would bray as one!

As members of The Herd!

“HEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

THE HERD – GAMMA

By Drone DNK-171201 (FKA…Hawkin Ohara)

Featuring ALPHA DRONE XAIE (FKA…Canine08) &

Drone DNK-070121 (FKA…Transformation_Guy_3)

DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong scenes of M/M sex and forced latex animal

transformation, if this does not interest you or you feel offended by this content, please close the file and look around for something you will enjoy. If this is your sort of tale, please sit back and enjoy the story.

*BANG BANG*

“SIR! YOU ARE REQUIRED TO EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY!”

The commanding voice and pounding knocks echoed around the quiet apartment, the lone resident staring out of the window, unflinching, sitting calmly in his wheelchair as he observed the scenes of chaos outside.

Large, covered trucks, busses and coaches were parked all along the streets with soldiers in full riot gear, stood along the sides of the vehicles with their weapons primed. The forces were herding large groups of panicked people into the vehicles, everyone pushing and yelling with armfuls of luggage and possessions while the guards and police attempted to maintain order.

Yet Wyatt Killian-Schmidt remained where he was, observing the chaos as though it were a television drama, a mere play being acted out for his own entertainment.

He was a slender, twenty-eight-year-old man with sandy brown hair, blue eyes which gleamed behind his glasses and was dressed in a simple red and white t-shirt, dark navy shorts and a pair of red and white, lace up converse trainers.

Wyatt’s hands gripped the arms of his chair as the pounding on the door returned.

“SIR! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, EVACUATE NOW OR WE WILL DRAG YOU OUT!”

“I will!” he replied loudly and dryly, not taking his attention from the window, “I’m waiting for…for my partner…I’m disabled and need assistance on the stairs, I’ll evacuate shortly!”

“BE SURE YOU DO!” came the loud reply, “WE WILL NOT WAIT ANY LONGER!”

The sound of booted footsteps moved away from the door and Wyatt could hear them heading away, marching loudly down the apartment stairs.

With a long sigh, Wyatt placed his hands on his chair’s wheel and turned himself away from the window.

The room was darkening in the mid-afternoon light, his eyes moving over the widely spaced furniture which would allow him access, taking in the blank television and the fact that all the lights were off.

His gaze paused on the dresser at the far side of the room, and he slowly wheeled himself around the room to pause before it, staring at the set of picture frames that adorned the slightly dusty furniture.

Stretching out a hand, he picked up a picture which showed himself dressed in a smart suit alongside and beaming widely alongside another figure, a tall man with short, curly black hair and an equally wide grin and also dressed to the nines, the pair of them showing off matching rings on their fingers.

Wyatt’s eyes seemed to shimmer, and his lips trembled as a shadow of a smile passed across his face.

“Won’t be long now, Chase” he muttered, setting the picture back down and rubbing his eyes before wheeling himself towards the bedroom, struggling to push his wheels over the littering of discarded cloth that covered the floor around the large, unmade bed.

The time was now for the start of his plan.

Pulling open the sliding door of his large wardrobe, he revealed that the inside was completely bare, save for a small folding chair that sat waiting.

Rolling his chair into place, Wyatt quickly pulled himself up using the clothing rail and guided himself awkwardly onto the chair, settling himself before gripping the sliding door and tugging it back across, hiding him from the view of the room.

Darkness surrounded him as the door slid closed, leaving a small gap to allow himself to see out and to allow air in.

When the door was set, he leaned back in the chair, grunting slightly in discomfort.

But he knew it was only temporary.

He sat in the dark and waited, closing his eyes as the minutes past before the heavy sound of boots returned along with the pounding on his door.

“THIS IS THE ARMY! WE’RE COMING IN!”

BANG! BANG! CRASH!

Wyatt winced but remained silent at the sound of his front door being forced and felt a thrill of anxiety rush through him as the sound of heavy footsteps surged into the rooms outside.

“LIVING AREA CLEAR!”

“BATHROOM CLEAR!”

Wyatt held his breath as he heard someone enter the bedroom and pause.

“SIR! I’VE FOUND THE RESIDENT’S WHEELCHAIR” came a loud voice, “IT’S EMPTY THEY MUST HAVE CARRIED HIM OUT!”

There was the sound of more footsteps before a moments silence, Wyatt felt his heart beginning to hammer in his chest and prayed the soldiers outside couldn’t hear it.

“ALRIGHT! EVERYONE CLEAR OUT AND GET TO YOUR ASSIGNED TRANSPORTS!” came a deeper, commanding voice, “REPORTS SAY THAT THE ENEMY IS WITHIN TWO KILOMETRES SO WE GO NOW!”

“SIR!” came the response of several voices, followed by the heavy footfalls as the men hurried out of the apartment.

Wyatt remained where he was, his lungs screaming at him from holding his breath.

Yet he dared not make a sound, even as the sound of boots faded away down the nearby stairs and the sound of loud engines fired up.

Only when he felt himself nearly black out did he finally relent, gasping and coughing as he took in great lungful’s of musty air.

“First step done” he thought, his senses returning and his ears twitching, listening to the fading sounds of the engines in the distance.

Very soon, he wasn’t sure how long he had spent sat there, silence reigned again in the world and Wyatt finally felt it safe to push back the cupboard door and emerge again into his messy bedroom.

Shifting himself back into his wheelchair, he felt a moments relief from the comfort of his familiar chair compared to the stiff backed one in his hiding place.

Nodding his head, he pushed himself across the uneven flooring again, emerging back into the living room and immediately taking note of the wide-open front door, the edge of which was badly splintered from where it had been forced open.

The rest of the room was basically untouched, save for an overturned chair and couple of displaced ornaments.

The silence seemed to ring in Wyatt’s ears as he rolled back across to the window and stared out into the city street below.

Where mere minutes ago there had been discord and chaos, there was now eerie, unsettling quiet.

The street below was bare, empty, and silent with only thick tyre marks indicating anything had been there at all.

The afternoon light was growing dimmer now and glancing at the clock, he realised that a good hour had passed since he had last left the window.

“Right” Wyatt muttered, his voice cracking in his dry throat, “It’s time.”

He looked over again at the photos on the dresser.

“I’m coming Chase”.

Wheeling himself away from the window, Wyatt took one last look around the bare apartment before beginning to wheel himself towards the busted door and emerging out onto the landing.

The normally clear public walkway was littered with odd clothes, papers and miscellaneous belongings that had fallen in the haste of the recent evacuation, but Wyatt paid them no mind except for when they impeded his progress, moving slowly and smoothly across the landing to the silver doors of the public lifts.

“Please be working” he begged, reaching out and pressing the down button.

There was silence and Wyatt felt his stomach clench before there was a ding and the doors slid open, revealing the empty cabin.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Wyatt guided himself inside and pressed the button for the ground floor, allowing the doors to close and riding the lift down to the building lobby.

As the doors dinged open again, Wyatt was forced to manoeuvre himself more carefully as compared to the littered landing, the lobby looked like a disaster zone.

Broken furniture, shattered glass, discarded luggage, and belongings were scattered across the floor and left little clear room for Wyatt to move.

Using a large broken piece of timber, Wyatt was able to force objects out of his way and make his way to the cracked glass doors of the apartment complex, pushing them open and emerging into the cool early evening air.

The empty street was just as foreboding as it had been from his window, the eerie silence only broken by the gentle cry of wind as it blew through the deserted scene, whipping up loose papers and discarded litter.

Wyatt embraced the scene for a moment, taking it all in before beginning his progression, rolling onto the empty road, and beginning to make his way further into the silent city.

Every street he rolled down, main and side, were completely deserted.

Lights and signs in shop fronts and houses were still lit and blinked welcomingly yet there was none but Wyatt to appreciate them.

He rolled onwards, no plan or intended direction. There was a final destination, but he didn’t know how or when he would get there.

He would need certain help and based upon what he had overheard from the soldiers, he was likely to find it very soon.

Sooner than he expected.

It was as Wyatt turned out of a side street and back onto a main road that he saw it emerge at the other end of the street.

Standing at least seven feet tall, its muscular form completely covered in a shiny, black, latex substance that reflected the evening light, long ears standing tall above its muzzle-like head.

A Donkey Drone…one of the minions of The Herd.

Wyatt felt his insides freeze as he came to a sudden halt, the very sight of the creature was enough for him to question his plan.

He knew it had noticed him, it was staring right at him!

Or at least he thought it was, it’s muzzle was completely devoid of any noticeable eyes, nose, or mouth.

The two ‘stared’ at each other, neither one moving nor making a sound.

Then the drone began to approach, its heavy, shiny hooves thudded loudly, breaking the silence of the abandoned street.

Wyatt felt his resolve beginning to crack, the urge to run from the approaching creature was intense, everything over the last two months had always told him to do so.

He lowered his hands to the wheels of his chair, fingers trembling as he considered his next move. The Donkey drone getting closer with every heart stopping second.

He let out a frightened gasp as his hands moved…and applied the brakes to chair.

His choice was made.

Looking back up, he saw the drone now only metres away.

And it wasn’t alone.

All around him, similar drones, all with featureless muzzles, long ears and wagging, tasselled tails were emerging out of streets and alleys.

Moving towards him in a singular echoing march.

Wyatt knew escape would be impossible now, but then again this was the plan all along.

This was the help he needed to reach his destination.

The mass of drones encircled him where sat and he gazed up into the black shiny face of the leader he had seen initially as it ‘looked’ back at him.

There was a pause, all of the drones standing silently at attention.

Then it spoke.

“CITIZEN”

The voice was cold, mechanical, and empty of emotion.

“YOU ARE TRESPASSING IN TERRITORY OF THE HERD…YOUR DEADLINE TO VACATE THE AREA HAS EXPIRED…YOU WERE WARNED OF THE CONSEQUENCES…YOU WILL NOW JOIN THE HERD…PREPARE FOR ASSIMILATION!”

There was an odd movement in the circle of drones, all of them widening their stances.

Wyatt felt the colour drain from his face as he saw each of them presenting the enormous latex bulge that made up their groins, the black shiny material rippling before there was a slurping, rubbery squeak as one after the other. they emerged.

Large, rubbery, donkey cocks.

Wyatt gulped, trying to ignore the blush that was rising, unwanted, in his cheeks.

He had heard rumours of how The Herd expanded itself and now saw it for himself as the circle of cocks around him quickly grew erect, the drones beginning to pump the large shafts.

“This is it” he thought, the image of Chase appearing in his mind as he slowly raised his hands and closed his eyes.

“I surrender! Do whatever you want!”

Wyatt declared openly, preparing himself for whatever came next, for the first jet of whatever the drones would ejaculate over him.

He waited, but whatever he was expecting never came.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

All of the drones were still there, surrounding him, hands wrapped around their dripping equine phalluses.

But they had all frozen in the action, looking like a lewd piece of public art.

Silence fell again, although this one was filled with tension and anxiety, mostly from Wyatt.

Then there was a sudden movement, all of the drones released their cock which slapped back against their legs before, with the same squeaking noise, they were pulled back into large, shiny bulges at their groins.

“NEW DIRECTIVE RECEIVED” the lead drone declared, “PRESCENCE OF CITIZEN HAS BEEN REQUESTED…SCANNING FOR POTENTIAL THREATS!”

Wyatt trembled as he felt something unseen pass over him from all angles.

“SCAN NEGATIVE…NO THREAT DETECTED…TRANSPORTING CITIZEN TO ALPHA!”

Wyatt looked around in shock as in a single movement, the circle of drones disbanded save for one singular drone behind him which moved forwards and gripped the handles of his chair.

“CITIZEN WILL RELEASE RESISTANCE” the drone above commanded and Wyatt, partially stunned by shock, found himself obeying.

He reached down and removed the brakes before he was thrown back in his seat as the drone pushed his chair without preamble, moving him quickly onwards, deeper into the city.

Wyatt eyes were wide with surprise, his voice catching in his throat.

His whole plan was to allow The Herd to find him and assimilate him then and there.

To reunite him in some way with the one person he cared about more than anything else in the world.

His husband, Chase.

The memories flooded into his mind as he was transported, memories of the events two months prior when The Herd had made its presence known to the world.

It had been a normal day, just like any other, Wyatt had been returning from his research projects at the university, the apartment being on the city outskirts had been blessing now he thought about it.

He had just returned home, about to close the curtains over the rising full moon when the sirens rang out and he watched the squad cars rush by in droves.

He had assumed there had been an accident or some joy rider causing havoc, and that it would soon pass.

But the sirens never stopped, they grew louder.

Wyatt remembered watching the distant buildings in the city centre glowing red and blue from his window as more and more sirens rang out and camouflaged army vehicles joined the long procession heading into the city which was joined by beeping horns of the traffic jam of cars that had quickly piled up in their desperation to leave.

As well as keeping vigil from the window, Wyatt had turned on the television and watched in shock and horror as the images emerged of these powerful equine drones emerging through a wall of smoke from a large factory-like warehouse at the centre of the city.

The drones seemed unstoppable, the army and police quickly overwhelmed by wave after wave of rubbery anthropomorphic donkeys that were immune to their weapons and broke through any barriers they erected.

The drones acted mercilessly, capturing any and all they could get their hands on and dragging them back into the facility as more and more emerged from within, a veritable equine army.

Those that disappeared within were never seen again.

And that was what had happened to Chase.

Wyatt remembered the terror and fear as the night had passed and Chase hadn’t come home from his work at the tattoo parlour near the city centre.

He had called his phone, over and over, left countless messages, called the choked police and hospital hotlines, and even attempted to reach out to Chase’s boss.

But there had been no response and no meaningful leads as to his husbands fate.

A month later, after The Herd had established a substantial territory within the city centre, the police and army finally released a list of names of those who had been in the epicentre of the event and remained unaccounted for.

Chase’s name had been amongst those listed and instead of giving Wyatt closure, it had just sent him deeper into the spiralling horror that his life had become.

He became a shut-in, unwilling to leave his apartment for any reason, doing the bare minimum to get by and draining his savings to pay the rent.

“Why hadn’t the landlord been taken?” he remembered thinking savagely at the time.

Every day Wyatt had watched the story unfold, seeing the military presence trying to breach and retake the city centre, only for any that entered the perimeter to be taken by the drones, never to return.

He remembered hearing in shock of how groups of people were actually forcing their way past the military blockade to enter the city centre to willingly join The Herd.

Wyatt had come to that conclusion pretty quickly after Chase had not come home and considering the continually increasing number of drones that poured out from the heart of the city.

The poor souls that were taken within were likely being transformed into the featureless, emotionless drones that were taking the city and were now frightening the world, for the story had spread quickly through social media and other countries were preparing to take their own actions against a clearly substantial threat that could potentially become their own issue if it continued to grow.

But all this mattered not to Wyatt, all he thought of was Chase’s smiling face being transformed into the featureless muzzles of one of those drones.

The thought had made him sick to his stomach.

Then had come the ultimatum, only a week prior when The Herd hijacked the Emergency Broadcast System.

Every television, phone and mobile device lit up at once one morning and everyone in the city heard the warning.

“THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL WITHIN THE LIMITS OF THE CITY! THE HERD WILL BE EXPANDING ITS TERRITORY TO THE CITY LIMITS AT SEVENTEEN HUNDRED HOURS, SEVEN DAYS FROM THIS INITIAL BROADCAST!

_ _

ANY HUMANS WHO REMAIN WITHIN THE NEW TERRITORY OF THE HERD AFTER THIS TIME WILL CONSIDER THEIR FORMER LIVES FORFIET AND JOIN THE HERD IN ITS FUTURE DEVELOPMENT AND EXPANSION!

_ _

THERE WILL BE NO NEGOTIATION, YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN TIME TO EVACUATE, USE IT IF YOU WISH!

_ _

FOR THE HERD! ALL FOR ALPHA!”

The ultimatum had sent the remaining human population of the city into real panic.

The military and police, already pressured with the need to hold back The Herd’s perimeter, was now forced to deal with organising the mass evacuation and also the increase in incidents of looting and disorder that came as result of the broadcast.

Wyatt remembered the calls and visits he had received from medical and military personnel about his evacuation from the apartment due to his disability.

But Wyatt had already decided what he was going to do, the ultimatum had been the trigger point for him.

The Herd was showing no sign of slowing its expansion, sooner or later he would be swallowed by the rubber equine horde.

So why not join it on his own terms…and he would be reunited with Chase, in a way.

It was that one thought that had finalised his resolve and lead him to the events of today, to where he now sat, being wheeled into the heart of The Herd’s Territory.

While he had been reminiscing, the drone had wheeled him far past the initial boundary of the Herd and Wyatt was now beginning to get an idea of how much the Herd had grown as he observed the sheer number of drones that occupied the formerly human filled streets.

Everywhere he looked there were drones, transporting materials, moving between buildings, and performing general tasks that all appeared to be in the upkeep of the city, there were also signs of construction where drones were working on scaffolds which surrounded the inky black skeletons of new structures.

What surprised Wyatt most however was that the usual featureless drones that he had been used to seeing in the news, were not the only drones he now saw.

As he passed several groups, he saw many drones which were taller and more muscular than their counterparts which had large visors over their eyes and glowed a bright blue, and others, shorter and less muscular which stood stationary at windows, their visors shining a bright red.

Wyatt couldn’t help but be fascinated and almost wanted to ask questions but his anxiety kept him quiet, even more so when his eyes fell on what he now believed to be their destination.

An enormous, inky black factory.

The same one that had been the source of the whole event in news.

The heart of The Herd.

Approaching the large entrance way, Wyatt felt his anxiety spike as he watched two solid lines of drones walking resolutely into and out of the building, their hooves pounding in haunting synchronisation.

The drone pushing him was marching between the lines towards the vast opening and Wyatt felt his throat constrict.

“Wh..where are we going?” he finally asked, surprised it had taken him so long to utter a single word since his capture.

The drone didn’t respond, merely marching on through the doors of the facility and into the shadowy darkness where the only light came from the occasional spotlights along the corridors and the bright visors of the specialised drones.

Wyatt trembled in his chair, his eyes darting around at every strange new sight.

The building was not like he would have been expecting for a factory, the ground was tiled rather than stone and the walls were as black and shiny as the drones, as though they had been covered in the same substance, and moulded to resemble rustic stonework and woodwork.

It almost looked like…

“Like a barn” Wyatt pondered aloud, spotting moulded gables above his head as they emerged into a long, cathedral like chamber that Wyatt was sure had once been the factory’s main work floor except now it was like an audience chamber.

The room was filled a haze of smoke which held the rich scent of tobacco causing Wyatt’s eyes to water slightly as he was pushed deeper, observing the many stationary drones which stood in and around moulded black archways of latex.

Most of these drones had red visors, the spiral within them spinning hypnotically as they remained at attention, occasionally a blue visored drone broke the symmetry, moving silently between its fellows like a watching warden.

But Wyatt’s attention was drawn to the far end of the room to which he was being led, where two drones were set apart from the others.

One was standing, taller and more muscular than any drone he had encountered and unlike the others as it had fully distinguishable features on its muzzle.

Eyes, nose, and mouth.

It also differed from the others by having a thick, royal blue collar around its neck which also seemed to glow with its own energy.

The drone was stood at attention and appeared to be acting as sentinel at the side of the other drone who was sitting in a large chair and was gazing eagerly at Wyatt as he approached.

The moment Wyatt’s eyes fell on this drone; he felt an immediate, domineering presence.

This drone was unlike any of the others, even the one at its side.

It was sitting in the large chair as though it was a throne, its legs spread to allow its enormous, rubbery donkey cock and sheath of hang free and proud.

It’s large glossy black eyes were fixed on Wyatt while it’s shiny lips were coiled around a thick cigar which was glowing bright and adding to the haze that filled the room.

“Is this the Alpha?” Wyatt thought, his eyes wide as the drone pushed him closer, finally coming to as stop when they were feet away from where the drone sat.

“DIRECTIVE COMPLETE” the drone pushing him announced, “CITIZEN HAS BEEN BROUGH UNHARMED AS REQUESTED, ALPHA!”

The seated drone let out a long puff of smoke.

“GOOD DRONE”

The voice was deep and commanding, yet still mechanical as all the others had been.

“HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Wyatt jumped as the drone behind him gave a loud, pleasured bray seeing it’s body tremble in sheer bliss.

“DISMISSED O-3593” the Alpha drone continued with a wave of its hand and the drone that had been pushing him released Wyatt’s chair, turned and marched away without a backwards glance.

Wyatt heard the sounds of his hooves fading away while his attention remained firmly on the drone before him who let out another jet of smoke from its flaring nostrils, rolling the thick cigar between its lips as it considered the man in the chair before it.

A short silence fell in which the man and the drone stared at each other before Wyatt finally built up the courage to speak.

“Wh..why did you bring me hear?” he asked, “What do you want?”

The large muscular donkey drone stepped forwards, its long black ears twitching forwards aggressively.

“CITIZEN, YOU ARE BEFORE ALPHA XAIE! THE LEADER OF THE HERD! YOU WILL SHOW RESPECT!”

Wyatt felt himself sink back in chair at the intimidation before the seated drone waved it’s hand at it’s guardian.

“CALM YOURSELF D01” the Alpha drone said patiently, his gaze never leaving Wyatt, “I WISH TO ask THIS CITIZEN a question BEFORE HE BECOMES ONE OF US PROPERLY”

The muscular drone seemed to wilt in reverence to its master’s words.

“YES ALPHA!” the drone responded, moving back to its previous position.

The Alpha drone rose from its seat and Wyatt suddenly realised that it was a simple armchair, well cared for yet still holding the presence of the drone standing before him who was eyeing the man through his glossy eyes, his enormous equine cock waving before him.

“YOU ARE WONDERING I BET, CITIZEN, WHY I SUMMONED YOU?” the drone said slowly, gazing down at Wyatt with a dominating presence.

“Y…yes” Wyatt stammered, “I..I was…Alpha Xaie”.

He added that last part and he saw the drone before him grin.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie responded, “YOU ALREADY KNOW YOUR PLACE FOR WHEN YOU JOIN US”

The drone reached out and stubbed its dwindling cigar.

“AND YOU WILL JOIN US” it continued, “ONCE YOU HAAAAAAAAWVE ANSWERED MY QUESTION”

Wyatt gulped, hearing the brayed statement, but he had long resigned himself already to the fact that he wasn’t ending this day as a human.

“Wh…what do you want to know?” he asked, “ALPHA?” he quickly added loudly.

Alpha Xaie snapped his shiny three fingered hand and a visored drone hurried forward, holding a freshly lit cigar which it presented reverently to its Alpha.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie muttered, lifting the cigar to his lips and giving it a long puff while the drone who had presented the stogie brayed in bliss before it moved away.

The Alpha snorted, a plume of smoke jetting out of its nostrils at Wyatt who coughed lightly and waved the smoke away.

“YOU ARE AN INTERESTING SPECIMEN” the Alpha drone said slowly stepping forward, its hooves echoing around the chamber as it began to circle where Wyatt sat, “YOU WERE GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITITY TO EVACUATE OVER A WEEK AGO AND GIVEN YOUR CONDITION, IT WOULD HAAAWVE BEEN OPTIMAL FOR YOU TO BE REMOVED QUICKLY…YET YOU REMAIN BEHIND BY YOUR OWN WILL LONG AFTER THE EVACTUATION HAS OCCURRED…AND YOU MAKE YOUR OWN WAY TO OUR TERRITORY TO GIVE YOURSELF TO THE HERD WILLINGLY”

The drone stopped before Wyatt, gazing down as the cigar blazed brightly. Wyatt couldn’t stop his eyes flicking between the drone’s eyes and the enormous cock that swayed obviously with each step.

“WHY?” it concluded dramatically, shooting another plume into Wyatt’s face.

Wyatt coughed again and waved the smoke away uncomfortably under the Alpha’s burning gaze.

“I…I wanted…wanted” Wyatt mumbled feeling his nerves shake, “I wanted to be reunited with my husband…Chase Killian-Schmidt”.

His gaze hardened as he looked up at the drone.

“The Herd took him two months ago!”

The Alpha held Wyatt’s gaze for a moment before it snorted at the response turning and striding back to its chair and settling itself back down.

“SO IT WAS ALL FOR THE BOND YOU SHARED WITH YOUR LIFE PARTNER” Xaie concluded, puffing its cigar “AND YOUR DESIRE TO BE REUNITED” it added, nodding towards its sentinel drone.

“YES ALPHA!” D01 replied along with several other drones around the room, all of them suddenly advancing towards the man in the wheelchair.

“WELL…I CAN PROMISE YOU this…DRONE” the Alpha drone added with a plume of smoke, “…YOUR REUNION IS A CERTAINTY!”

Wyatt stared around, fear flooding him again as the drone’s encircled him.

“What are you doing?” he said, his voice trembling as the drones reached out towards him.

“DO NOT RESIST” the Alpha ordered, stretching out in it’s seat. “LET THEM WORK AND YOU WILL COME TO NO HARM”

Wyatt did not honestly believe what the drone said but with little other option he tried to hold his nerve as the drones reached out to him.

The large drone before him knelt down, as did the two at his sides whereas the one behind him reached down and griped his shirt.

“What!?” was all Wyatt was able to say before the drone’s moved at once.

He felt his shirt pulled over his head and he struggled to quickly grab his glasses before they fell, his lapse in concertation allowing the muscular drone, D01, to unbutton and pull down his shorts and underwear while the other drones removed his shoes and socks.

In a matter of seconds, Wyatt was stripped as naked as the Alpha drone, his hands moving to cover his exposed cock and an embarrassed blush rising up his cheeks as he sat exposed.

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?” Wyatt exclaimed angrily, not meeting the Alpha’s glossy eyes.

“IT WILL MAKE WHAT IS TO COME NEXT MORE COMFORTABLE for you” Xaie replied as D01 suddenly rose back to it’s hooves, the immense bulge between its legs rippling before with a wet squeak, its enormous donkey cock emerged before Wyatt, quickly swelling to full erection and beginning to leak.

“AND more ENJOYABLE FOR ME” he heard the Alpha add with relish.

Wyatt stared at the massive rubber cock before him, a strange rubbery scent growing amidst the musky smoke as the donkey drone gripped the pulsing shaft and began to pump, the slick tip flaring out as it snorted and brayed.

“IT IS TIME YOU DID AS YOUR HUSBAND” Xaie commanded, his voice echoing loudly from behind D01, “HE WAS NOT TAKEN…”

D01 grunted, aiming his cock directly at Wyatt’s groin as the other drones gripped Wyatt’s arms and pulled them away, exposing the man’s own semi hard shaft.

“..HE JOINED US!”

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

D01 let out an enormous bray, it’s leaking cock tip flared widely before it erupted.

Jets of thick, black, rubbery latex sprayed all over Wyatt’s groin and splashed over his bare legs and feet.

“FUCK!” Wyatt cried out wincing, in disgust as the warm seed splashed over his skin while he tried valiantly to break the iron-like grip of the drones on his wrists.

He didn’t know how many jets the drone doused him with, but eventually the stream slowed and the drone let out braying pants, the spent cock slapping back down between it’s muscular legs while Wyatt was left sitting in a pool of the slick, shiny latex cum.

Wyatt was breathing heavily, mostly in anger and disgust but also, strangely out of lust. The skin that was coated in the drone’s shiny cum was beginning to tingle and grow warm, especially over his cock which was beginning to throb, growing harder despite his adverse feelings.

“WELCOME TO THE HERD” the Alpha grinned, watching as D01 moved back to its original position at its side, the drone’s thick, dripping cock still on display.

The Alpha drone was stroking it’s own cock, the throbbing shaft pulsing with need.

D01 seemed to be trembling as though it wanted to service the thick cock but knew it had to wait for the order.

Wyatt let out a groan as his cock grew fully erect.

Lust rising through him before there was a numb shock that went through him from head to foot, a strange note ringing in his ears for a moment.

“OH! I SEE NOW” Xaie moaned, reaching out and taking hold of D01’s cock which was already erect again. “DNK-311020…IT IS REQUIRED AT ONCE, BRING IT HERE!”

“YES ALPHAAAAWWWW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!” D01 brayed, moving away obediently to complete its Alpha’s order while it erect cock bounced heavily and wetly with each stomp of its hooves.

The Alpha returned its attention to Wyatt who had stop resisting and was staring down at his erect cock which was pulsing and quivering.

The Alpha drone’s thick lips pulled back, exposing thick blockish teeth as it returned to stroking it’s thick cock, embracing the new thread of consciousness it felt in its mind.

A thread unattached yet to the Herd Mentality, but one it could still read and draw information from.

“YOU ARE ONE OF US NOW…WYATT KILLIAN-SCHMIDT” Xaie snorted, letting out a long puff of smoke as it called out the name without introduction, “BUT WHERE WILL YOU FIT IN….WHAT PLACE BEST SUITS ONE OF YOUR CALIBUR among the members of the herd?”

“Ha…Haaa” Wyatt moaned, the lust that was boiling through him was unlike any that he had ever felt.

He wanted to stroke his cock so badly to relieve this feeling, yet the drones were holding him tight.

With a great effort he looked up at the Alpha drone and his eyes went wide as he suddenly realised how beautiful he was, sitting there, stroking his thick, hard cock before him.

“No…No what am I…What’s going…”

He shook his head, his thoughts getting more and more clouded in his lust, a burning sensation growing in his chest as he took in the musky smoke with each breath.

“ARE YOU AN OMEGA?....LIKE THE ONES HOLDING YOU THERE…CONTENT MERELY TO SERVE MINDLESSly IN THE BLISS OF BEING A PART OF SOMETHING GREATER?”

Wyatt looked up into the featureless face of the drones that held him and whimpered.

The prospect of losing his mind, the one thing that had always been his in his disabled body was a more terrible fate that he could imagine.

Yet the thought made his cock throb as he imagined himself as a strong, muscular donkey drone with a thick heavy cock.

“NGHHHHH!” Wyatt moaned, feeling his body quiver with a wave of pleasure which was followed by a sensation in a place he never thought he would feel.

It was a feeling from his feet as he curled his toes.

“FUUUUUUUCK” he cried, bending over as best he could and staring at his bare feet where the thick splatters of latex from D01 began to spread over his toes which were curling to his command for the first time.

Yet Wyatt didn’t have time to savour the sensation as the new feeling in his digits immediately faded as his shiny toes became numb and began to fuse.

“NO…I THINK YOU ARE DESITINED FOR GREATER…SOMETHING SUPERIOR….THERE IS ONE ALPHA…THAT IS I…ARE YOU A BETA? ONE THAT COMMANDS IN MY STEAD DIRECTLY UNDER ME AND MY BETA PRIME, LOYAL AND FOLLOWING ORDERS WITH ABSOLUTION…ARE YOU WORTHY TO WEAR THE BLUE VISOR?”

Wyatt tired to listen as his body was wracked by more intense sensations, he struggled and moaned as the latex covered his feet completely, the toes fusing fully and the latex hardening into hard, black hooves.

The burning in his chest suddenly reached a fever pitch, like a bubble bursting and firing up his throat.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Wyatt couldn’t hold it in, he opened his mouth let out a bray of desperation. The bestial cry escaping his lips as he stared up at the Alpha drone, willing him to let him touch himself and end this tormenting pleasure in his cock.

“WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BRAY HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW!” Xaie grinned, letting out a bray of his own while taking another draw on its dwindling cigar, “THE FIRST IS ALWAYS THE BEST….NO….YOU DO NOT SUIT THE BLUE…”

Wyatt heard another tone ringing in his ears and he strained in his seat as the latex began to move up his shins. His shiny, throbbing cock swelling in his need, growing longer and thicker with each pulse.

“ASSIST IT!” Xaie commanded, “ON IT’S KNEES BEFORE ME!”

The two drones restraining him moved immediately, both moving closer, wrapping an arm under Wyatt’s arms, and lifting him bodily from the chair, revealing that the latex had coated his bare ass, making it bright and shiny, a large bulge swelling at the base of his spine.

The Alpha drone’s smile widened as the man was assisted closer to it, the sight of the new drone’s humanity slowly being stripped away was always such a wonderful thing to it, from the time he had converted his Beta Prime in that faithful apartment across the street from this very building.

Had Wyatt been in any fit state of mind, he would have noticed that he was actually walking for the first time in his own memory, albeit with assistance.

His heavy hooves staggering as he moved instinctively closer to the beautiful being before him. The drones stopped before where the Alpha was seated and slowly lowered Wyatt down to his hand and knees before they finally released him, leaving him on all fours.

The moment he was free, Wyatt only wanted to stroke his cock, to relieve some of this unbearable lust that was assaulting his body.

Yet his body would not obey him, his palms remaining fixed on the floor before his Alpha. He raised his head to stare at the wonderous drone, to beg to touch, yet he was distracted immediately by the thick, leaking cock of his Alpha which was pulsing as hung inches from his own face.

“I CAN SEE YOUR MIND, DRONE” Xaie continued, “SO SMART….I SEE SUCH POTENTIAL…YES…THAT IS YOUR PERFECT PLACE….YOU WILL WEAR THE RED….YOU WILL BE MY GAMMA DRONE…THE BRAIN AND STRATEGY OF THE HERD…ASSISTING ME IN ALL ITS FUNCTION”

The Alpha drone directed its cock downwards, towards the panting man before it.

“YOU WILL BE A FINE ADDITION TO THE HERD…AND SO YOU MUST LEARN FIRST YOUR DUTY TO YOUR ALPHA…TO ALWAYS SERVE AND OBEY YOUR ALPHA!”

“S..serve and Haaawbey..Alpha” Wyatt moaned, trembling where he knelt as his cock finally pulsed to full length below him, the familiar mushroom tip fading away to a flat, flaring equine tip while a medial ring swelled at its centre.

He now had the cock of a donkey.

“HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed again, feeling another shift as the bulge above his ass ballooned out and stretched longer until it waved freely, a long rubber donkey tail.

His donkey tail.

“GOOD DRONE” Xaie grinned and Wyatt suddenly felt an intense rush of bliss flood his body, his cock spurting a jet of pre onto the ground at his Alpha’s hooves.

“IT IS TIME TO INDUCT YOU FULLY…OBEY DRONE…SERVICE YOUR ALPHA!”

The command rang in Wyatt’s ears, a test of his newfound obedience to The Herd that was slowly taking him over body and mind.

He thought of Chase, his beloved husband, who was waiting for him in the Herd, serving together under Alpha Xaie forever.

Serve…Yes to be a part of the Herd he had to serve.

Serve Alpha

Obey Alpha.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Wyatt brayed before he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the fat, pulsing cock head of his Alpha drone.

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Xaie brayed, a bray that was echoed by every drone around as they all felt its pleasure radiate through them.

It snorted out plumes of smoke, the haze around the two of them growing thicker as their lust spiralled.

Wyatt was completely lost, trying desperately push the wide head of his Alpha deeper into his human mouth, to pleasure Alpha more.

He could feel the tip pulsing down his throat, pumping more of its corruptive pre into his body and furthering his shift into a full member of The Herd.

“HAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Xaie brayed, “GET READY DRONE! HEEEEEE HAAAAW HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Wyatt felt the tip flare in his maw before he gagged as his mouth was flooded with thick, black, shiny latex. The slick substance surging down his throat, coating his insides, and causing his tongue and teeth to thicken.

“NGHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Wyatt brayed, the sheer volume too much for him as the spurting tip was forced from his lips, waves of latex shooting over his face and chest as his Alpha’s orgasm continued.

“HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Xaie brayed, leaning back in the chair and blowing out a lustful moan of smoke as its orgasm subsided and it stared down at its prize, its lips pulling back in a grin as is observed the birth of a new drone.

Wyatt had a distant look in its eyes as it stared up at its Alpha, a wide bucktoothed grin on its face and black latex dripping down its body.

Latex that was beginning shift and spread, the thick coating over its chest stretching up its neck and up the side of its head to coat its ears which grew pointed and began to stretch out like all the others in the Herd.

Higher and higher till they crowned the new drone, a pair of shiny, black donkey ears.

“HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW!” Wyatt brayed, the latex moving up and around its nose and jaw before it began to crack forwards, the human shape vanishing into an equine muzzle as the drone worked its mouth with a series of squeaks and snorts. The shift in its face caused its glasses to fall to floor, the thin lens shattering over the floor as the broken frame rattled away into the darkness.

All over its body the latex spread out, running down the drone’s trembling legs and up his spine, the muscles within swelling out as they reformed and removed the former human’s physical constraints to allow it to function optimally as a drone.

The abandoned wheelchair no longer necessary as a spiky mane pushed up and out of its spine and over the drone’s head, the sandy brown hair on its scalp falling away as the latex moved up the back of its head.

Xaie watched with pride as the last of the new drones former humanity disappeared under the waves of shiny latex, the black substance converging like water as it met over the pale skin.

It raced down the drones arms the muscles immediately toning visibly before while the tendrils snaked between its fingers, coiling tight and pulling its digits together until the drone had three, thick, shiny fingers on each hand, all capped with a hardened hoof tip.

The drone’s conversion was nearly complete, the blank eyes and the skin around them the only human remnants of the man it used to be, the enormous cock beneath it throbbing, pulsing, and leaking as the drone awaited the order to release.

Alpha Xaie could almost hear it begging through the connection that was nearly complete, the once thin thread in its mind was almost full formed, ready to attach into the Mentality.

But there was one last reward Alpha Xaie was willing to give its new drone, and the sound of heavy hoof beats signalled its approach.

Two drones emerged through the smoky haze.

One was the Beta Prime, D01, its cock still fully erect and pulsing with needs like Wyatt’s own.

The other was a Beta drone, the blue visor glowing brightly through the smoke at it approached.

Xaie smirked, staring back at Wyatt as its gaze remain fixed upon its Alpha.

“FOR THE WILLING CONTRIBUTION it has MADE TO THE HERD, DRONE” Xaie spoke mechanically, reaching out again to stroke its Beta Prime’s needy cock causing the massive drone to tremble and bray in bliss. “YOUR ALPHA OFFERS A REWARD….IT WILL Assign you to SERVE UNDER BETA DRONE DNK-311020…THE DRONE THAT WAS FORMALLY designated AS CHASE KILLIAN-SCHMIDT”.

Somewhere deep within the drone that had been Wyatt, there was bright glint in the blank eyes, an immense joy that matched the one it now felt for its Alpha as it gazed into the Blue visor of the drone, it suddenly saw the smiling face of its husband grinning back through the blue spiral.

They had been reunited at last.

A single tear pooled in the drones eye, falling down over its shiny muzzle as it gazed up at the Beta drone which knelt down before it.

A blank visor in its hands.

“DNK-311020…COMPLETE THE CONVERSION OF GAMMA DRONE DNK-070121” Alpha Xaie ordered, “THEN ASSIST IN ITS FULL CONNECTION TO THE HERD”

DNK-070121

The words echoes within the cloudy mind of the new drone, the name held new meaning to it.

It was its name, its calling.

Its designation.

“YES ALPHA!” DNK-311020 replied, raising the visor in its hands and moving it slowly towards the eyes of the trembling convert.

The blank blue eyes met the shining blue visor one last time before they vanished forever beneath the visor as it was pressed against the new drone’s muzzle.

There was a moment of tightness as the drone felt the visor binding to the latex of its face, the inside of the visor filling out around its eyes.

Then the visor screens burst into life.

Bright and red, a deep endless spiral spinning rapidly within its vision.

In that moment, Wyatt Killian-Schmidt was lost forever as Xaie felt the loose thread in its mind surge into and connect fully into the Herd Mentality and Gamma Drone DNK-070121 awoke as a fully functioning member of the Herd.

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

DNK-070121 brayed loudly, its voice matching the cold mechanical resonances of all of its fellows in the herd.

It was a donkey drone!

It was a member of the Herd!

It would serve and obey Alpha Xaie!

Its Master!

Its Owner!

The visor glowed brightly as DNK-070121 knelt on all fours, fully converted, its thick donkey cock still pulsing beneath it, desperate for release.

Then it felt something behind it, a pair of hands prying its rubbery cheeks apart, exposing its rubber, equine pucker beneath its lashing, tasselled tail.

DNK-070121 turned its head, the visor allowing it a moment of clarity from the permanent spiral to see the Beta Drone DNK-311020 kneeling behind it, its own equine cock released from its confining bulge, already erect and pulsing in the drone’s hand.

“DRONE DNK-311020 WILL ASSIST WITH THE FULL CONNECTION OF DRONE DNK-070121” the blue visored drone announced, raising its shaft and placing the tip onto DNK-070121’s puckered hole.

“HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAW!”

The Red visor shone brightly as the drone brayed, its senses multiplied as its mental centre was flooded with connections, voices, and wave upon wave of data as it entered the vast spanning mind of the Herd Mentality as the Beta drone thrust into him.

Somewhere deep in the vast pattern of the Mentality, deep within the threads of thought and fractured memories of the countless drones.

Wyatt and Chase embraced, their joy and rapture flooding through every drone as they floated away on the endless stream of thoughts.

Together forever in The Herd.

Xaie watched on, pleasuring its braying Beta Prime as it watched its two drones, Red and Blue fucked in a lewd, erotic display before it.

The Gamma drone now fully integrated into the Herd Mentality, a new shiny thread adding its elegance to the grand design.

It could see both of its drones lost in the pleasure of their reunion, one that would last an eternity in pleasure.

“CUM!”

Its single word order rippled through the Alpha’s prime connection, directed at the drones before it, and three loud brays screeched out into the chamber.

DNK-311020 gripped the sides of the Gamma drone as its cock flared with the new drone’s as and flooded its insides with its thick, rubbery seed, marking the drone as one under its own command while the red visored drone brayed in relieving bliss, its own cock firing a trace of white human cum which was quickly lost in a flooding torrent of thick black latex as the drone revelled in the ecstasy of finally feeling release.

Xaie brayed itself as both its own cock and the cock of its Beta Prime erupted spraying their own cum over the mating drones, adding to the wonderous pleasure of the moment.

Two Drones and their Masters.

United in body, mind and bliss.

They were all one.

One Herd!

The Alpha drone panted in its seat, its long, black tongue licking the shiny cum from its fingers, relishing in the taste and pleasure exhibited by its herd.

“MY GOOD DRONES” it said gleefully to the group, “YOU HAVE SERVED YOUR ALPHA WELL….LOCK YOURSELVES AND RETURN TO YOUR DUTIES….UNTIL YOU EARN THE PRIVILEDGE AGAIN….ALL FOR THE HERD!”

“YES ALPHA!” the drones replied obediently through the connection, all of them revelling in their Alpha’s praise whilst their spent, donkey cocks pulled back into swollen bulges between their legs before they all moved, D01 remaining at it’s Alpha’s side while DNK-311020 lead DNK-070121 away to a set of alcoves where fellow red visored Gamma drones were lined up, their spirals spinning in perfect unison.

DNK-070121 was directed into a vacant alcove, stepping inside and turning to face Drone DNK-311021, its Superior Drone.

The Beta drone’s spiral whirred faster for a second before a singular tone shot through DNK-070121’s senses.

“ACTIVATING CONNECTION” Drone DNK-311020 announced.

Time seemed to stop as DNK-070121 felt its form grow instantly rigid before everything was lost as the spiral in it vision intensified, its Superior Drone fading from its sight as its mental centre burst into full speed.

DNK-070121 suddenly knew its purpose, and it couldn’t have considered a more wonderful existence for itself.

The purpose of Gamma Drones, like itself, was to act as the mental processing centre for the entire Herd Mentality!

The shared capacity of their mental centres acting as one immense processor to take in, analyse, compile, organise, extract and test protocols and data that would be utilised by every drone in the Herd, from the lowest Omega to the Alpha itself!

The sheer amount of information that was spirally through its mind was so immense that DNK-070121 thought it would be overwhelmed and burn out, until it felt the assistance of its fellow Gamma drones easing its load, drawing the excess and distributing trough their shared network to balance the load.

A true working team that it was now a part of and DNK-070121 had never felt more fulfilled.

As the data flowed through it, DNK-070121 recognised elements of the thoughts it once had in its previous existence, the incomplete research of planar travels and parallel universes it had once theorised, the incomplete theorem floating through the data stream like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle.

Then something even more wonderful happened.

As though the Herd had recognised it as an item of importance, threads of thought began to weave together through the Herd Mentality, the experience and knowledge of the other members of the herd coming together and weaving ideas which formed new pieces which fit the gaps in the in the theorem, filling it out.

Until…

“HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

DNK-070121’s bray was the equivalent to the yell of ‘Eureka!’

The drone was revelling at the complete formation of its former selves life’s work as well theorising actual ways to physically test it and make it a true reality.

And best of all, it could see clear application for how it could benefit the development, growth, and expansion of The Herd in the name of its Alpha!

The Herd would grow beyond the city to the country!

Beyond the country to the World!

Beyond the World to the Universe!

TO ALL THE UNIVERSES!

All within would know the wonder, love, and pleasure of being a part of something better then themselves.

They would all join The Herd

They would all Obey their Alpha!

Serve and Obey Alpha Xaie!

ALL FOR ALPHA XAIE!

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

DNK-070121 brayed again as it settled fully into its new role and its new life.

What had started as a day of fear and uncertainty had led to a reunion and a new beginning with a bright new purpose.

It was a Gamma Donkey Drone

It was a member of The Herd

It would Serve and Obey Alpha Xaie!

All for Alpha!

ALL FOR THE HERD!

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