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Salvation Through Conversion

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“Move, move, move!” commanded a lithe anthropomorphic white furred wolf. He motions his men through the heavy steel doors as he takes a kneeling position, taking aim through his long-barreled gun-metal colored sniper rifle. His ocean blue eyes stare down the scope as his three companions, an anthropomorphic brown, white, and grey furred wolf, a very big and muscular two-toned grey wolf, and a well-toned red scaled wingless dragon with white horns and yellow hair rush through the door.

He pulls the trigger, a shot rings out as the bullet whizzes down the hallway, smashing into the head of an anthropomorphic synthetic wolf, piercing through its eye socket. It falls to the ground with a loud metallic thud, but it is only one of dozens more that are running their way toward them. “Derek, Flaming close the doors. Anzox, seal it,” he commands, taking another unaimed shot. The bullet smacks into the armored chest of the machine creatures to little effect.

The two wolves push the heavy steel doors closed. Metal screeches as the doors slam shut with heavy thud mere moments before the hoard reaches them with an even louder metallic thud. They bang against the door, with a loud drumming noise.

The dragon responds, “I’ll get this sealed in just a moment.” He pulls out a specialized welding tool where he breathes a small flame breath through the contraption, causing the tip to heat up and spark. Sparks fly as the dragon works his way down the center of the door, the others stand there armed to the teeth, keeping a lookout for any other possible attackers.

The multi-colored wolf remarks to the white furred wolf, “Kevin Sir. I don’t know how long that is going to hold them, but it will slow them down long enough to perhaps buy us time to escape,” he suggests as his hands caress his semi-automatic rifle.

Kevin ejects the spent casing from his rifle, putting in another, “I know Flaming. I have no clue where these bastards came from, and where is everyone else?!” he exclaimed.

The grey wolf places his hand on Kevin’s shoulder, “It’s alright. We’ll get out of this. You’ve led us through tougher situations.”

Kevin’s eyes meet his, seeing the worry in his friend’s red colored eyes, “Derek, what could be a tougher situation than this?”

Derek gently squeezes the wolf’s shoulder, “Remember that time in the cantina in sector thirty-five?”

He smirked, “I remember. I also remembered that we wouldn’t speak of it again.”

“Wasn’t that worse than this?”

“Yeah… but not by much,” he replied with a chuckle, his tail wagging a little faster.

The dragon pulls back from the door as it buckles under the relentless assaults, “That’s as good as it's going to get,” he comments, turning toward Kevin, “What now?”

“We’ll fall back, seal every door on the way,” he states.

“Then what?” asks Anzox, his claws drum across his automatic rifle, flicking his tail as he keeps one eye on the door.

Flaming speakers up, “I believe we can access the computer systems there and find out of the base. Hopefully there’ll be a vehicle or a ship we can use to get out of here.”

Derek remarks, “I don’t like the idea of hoping there is something.”

Kevin smiles as there’s a heavy thud against the door as it buckles further. The wolf’s face stiffens, “Alright people that’s enough lollygagging around, let's move!”

The dragon responds, “Give me one moment sir.”

He looks at him as he kneels by the door tinkering on something, “We may not have a moment, what are you doing?”

The dragon stands up as he finishes setting up a device, “A little explosive surprise for when they break through the door. That should help slow them up.”

He nods, “Good idea Anzox.”

“You know what I like to say. If killing it with fire didn’t work…” he puffs a little flame from his lips, “You didn’t use enough of it.”

He shook his head as they moved, “Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

The four soldiers fell deeper into the base, sealing several doors along the main corridor as they did so. An explosion rumbles through the facility, shaking some dust from the ceiling onto them, while the lights flickered. The dragon smirked, licking some flames from his lips, “I guess they found my surprise.” As there was a second one as his smile shifted to a frown, “That one didn’t sound like mine.”

Kevin looked at Flaming, “How much further till we get to the central computer?”

The wolf looked over the paper map in his hands, “Not much longer, just further up this corridor.”

“Excellent,” he said, looking at Derek, “We’ll get out of this, trust me on that.”

He smirked and silently nodded, tightly gripping his double-barreled shotgun, as his assault rifle remained strapped to his waist.

Within short order they arrived at the central computer area, and while Anzox worked to seal the primary doors, Flaming was busy accessing the major computer. A holographic computer screen projected the map of the base, errors of unknown lifeforms detected throughout the base as one caught the wolf’s attention, “A krogan? What is a krogan doing here?” he muttered.

Kevin approached the screen, “Do we have security cameras of his location? Perhaps he’s the key to this whole shit show that’s going on here.”

“Give me a moment.

Derek cleared his throat, placing a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

He reached up and squeezed back before lifting the massive hand off of him, “We need to know what is going on and get out of here in one piece.”

The hulking hunk of a wolf nods as he turns his attention to the dragon, who is just finishing up his welding.

Kevin returns his focus to Flaming, “Any luck?”

“A lot of the cameras are already busted but… aha! Got one,” he remarked, his tail wagging grows quicker as he brings it up, showing a short video clip of the Krogan holding a massive weapon of some kind. The anthropomorphic synthetic beings appear to be obeying his commands as he gives orders. “I don’t know about you, but that tells me he’s the one behind this. And that is one strange weapon he’s holding. I fancy myself an odd weapon, but I have never seen or heard of anything like that, but by the way he’s holding it, it’s either heavy or he finds it important. Or both.”

Kevin stares at the hologram, “Are there any identifying markers on him?”

“Already on it.”

Derek turns his attention back to the pair, looking up at the hologram as he growls.

“Got something. His name is Kiryu. He was sentenced to death for multiple crimes against the galaxy and was presumed dead over two cycles ago when his ship exploded… how in the world is he alive and more importantly why here?”

“That’s something we’ll need to find out”

“Kevin, what are you planning?”

“Nothing yet. Flaming, do we have an exit strategy?”

“Working on it now,” he replies as an explosion rocks the facility, the lights flickering.

Anzox remarks as he brushes his yellow hair off to the side, “They got through another door. Hopefully that bought us even more time, but I only had so many explosives. And what I have left I want to save for an immediate emergency.”

Kevin replies, “You’ve done plenty.”

Flaming howls in delight, “Looks like we are in luck boys! There’s a ship we can use to get out of here. There’s just…” he types into the computer, bringing up loads of information and data, “one little problem. The area from here to there is locked off through a restricted area that we don’t have access to.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Let me see…”

“There is an emergency service corridor we could use if we can get past the primary security door… And…” he says as he searches through the systems more.

“And what?”

“Give me a moment.”

Derek puts his hand back on Kevin’s shoulder, as Kevin grasps it, their eyes meet for a moment before Flaming’s howl draws their attention away.

“Aha! You have to love how slow the government upgrades their shit. These series of doors have a small flaw that during a power outage they are able to be opened for naught point five seconds before the emergency backups locks them back into place.”

Kevin nods, “Meaning if we can cut the base’ power while everyone as the door.”

“We can simply open up the door before the security system locks it again. The only issue is we are here,” he says, bringing up the base’s map, “And the power is there,” he highlights the map, “While we need to be there,” he shows where the door is. “No matter how you look at it. Someone is going to have to get around those synthetic bastards and cut the power while the rest of us are grouped at the door to open it.”

Derek speaks up, “Then one of us will have to be left behind.”

Kevin growls, “I am leaving no one behind. I’ll go and deal with it.”

The big wolf stares at him, clenching his fists.

“I don’t intend to sacrifice myself. The ship is a Mark Two Pack Hound, right?”

Flaming nods, “Yeah it is.”

“There’s an exit to the building here,” Kevin explains, pointing to the map, “You’ll pick me up there and we’ll be out of here before hunking pieces of scrap will know what to do.”

The big wolf remarks, “I… something doesn’t sit right with this plan.”

“Nothing sits right with this plan, but it's the only one we got,” says Kevin as he turns to face him, “And I would never make anyone go do a job that I wasn’t willing to do myself. I trust you three to make it to that door by the time I blow the power. And before we know it, we’ll be back together.”

He tenses for a moment longer before releasing it, “You’re right sir. It’s the best plan we have.”

Kevin pats him on the side, “Any plan is better than no plan,” he says, looking over his shoulder at Flaming, “Can you scrub the machines? I don’t know if those machines just appear to be mindless, but I don’t want them to know what our plans are.”

“Already on it sir. In fact, I set it up to make it look like we are going in the opposite direction just in case that happens.”

“Good man. Are we ready to head out? I’ll keep in contact over our coms.”

Derek nods.

Anzox puffs out a little flame, “Ready to roll Sir.”

Flaming chuckles, “Anzox you’re more of a flame lord than my name is.”

The dragon smirked, “It’s in my nature to be hot.”

Kevin cleared his throat, “That’s enough. You all know what to do. We’ll meet up again before you know it,” he said as he looked over his squad, eyes locking onto Derek’s as he forced himself to look away, “Anzox I’ll need half of what you have left of your explosives.”

He splits his stash, tossing the remainder to him.”

“Thanks,” he says, turning away, “See you soon,” he says and with a wave, he exits out of one door and the squad another and as he stealthily makes his way through the base, avoiding the loud clunking synthetics as they patrol the base, banging on locked doors, smashing through areas in a vain attempt to find anyone that is hiding, to find where his squad is hiding he moves closer to his goal. In the back of his mind he can see the map, the location of the power supply and the vile krogan that is the source of it all, “I can’t forgive that krogan for putting my squad at risk. If anything were to happen to him…”

The wolf swallows a lump in his throat, ignoring the pit in his stomach, pushing away the thoughts that dwell in the back of his mind. The what-if scenario that he dreads more than anything else in this world.

“There are only four of them! How could none of you find them? After all the power I’ve given you!” declares Kiryu as his voice echoes out through the corridor.

Kevin is so close to the power center that he can feel the hum of the power generators under his feet. His tail wags faster as he tightly clenches his sniper rifle, “He is commanding them and he’s hunting for us…” he thinks as he looks in the direction of the Krogan. A low growl escapes his black lips, curling, “I can’t let him get away with this. He’s hurt so many and will hurt so many more if I don’t stop him here and now. All I need is one well-placed shot and it won’t matter how many redundant organs he has. He doesn’t have a backup brain.” The thought of his bullet splattering the krogan’s brains against the wall fills him with a warmth as he stealthily makes his way down the corridor toward his new target.

The heavy footsteps of the machines make it easy for him to hide from them, but as he gets a chance to actually look at them as they pass by, there’s something about them that doesn’t sit right with him, “For machines they are so varied. And yet they look so familiar.” He thinks as he follows the Krogan’s voice like a moth to the flame. Each step is fraught with ever increasing danger. His mind shifts between the dangers before him and the time his squad has before he must open the door.

“Are you there yet sir?” asks Derek, his voice showing hints of restrained concern.

He holds his tongue for a moment, but when he asks again with that twinge of fear, it becomes too much for him to bear, “Almost there,” he whispers, peering around the corner, catching a glimpse of his target, “You?”

“We’ll be there in less than five minutes.”

He smiles, “Good, see you soon.”

“Yes sir,” he responds.

Quietly Kevin takes a kneeling position. The krogan is dozens of meters down the hall, barking orders at the metallic monstrosities, the weapon in hand. The hunchback muscular alien with red armor crest and brown lizard-like skin, dressed in heavy body armor. It looks like someone like him could easily snap the wolf in two in a fair fight, luckily this was anything but. The wolf takes a deep breath as he peers through his scope, lining up his shot. “You won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again,” he remarks as his finger presses the trigger.

His shot rings out. The bullet pierces through the air. Time slows for the wolf as the projectile grows closer to his target. The krogan reacts to the shot, but deep down the wolf feels it's too late. A smile creeps along Kevin’s face as he’ll get the krogan right between the eyes…

Clang! A large synthetic lizard of silver and blue metal intercepts the bullet at the last possible moment, deflecting his shot. In the same instant, Kevin’s face turns to frustration and anger, moving quickly to fire a second shot in the vain hope of getting lucky, but it is for naught as the bullet deflects harmlessly off the synthetic lizard’s armor.

Kiryu grunts, staring daggers at the wolf, “Bring him to me in one piece,” he commands as the synthetic lizard charges down the corridor as the krogan takes cover.

With breakneck speed the machine barrels down the hallway, far faster than Kevin could ever hope to achieve, leaving just one option in this split decision to either run or fight. He fires again but it just barely misses its mark, hitting across the lizard’s face leaving a metallic streak.

Kevin shifts to his small arms firing off a half a dozen shots, all of which ping off the machine’s heavily armored muscular looking body before the gun is knocked from the wolf’s hands. The wolf does what he can, using his reflexes to his advantage he dodges the first strike, pulling out his combat knife he gets a few strikes in. Each attack he tries to shove the blade into a joint, trying to find any weakness with the heavy armor plates.

The two fight like it was a dance, but to the wolf it was one between life and death. The blade sparks across the metal skin. Kevin bobs, weaves, ducks his assailant, but even a well-trained soldier like himself has his limits. With each passing moment he pants harder, moves a little slower, heart beating at its near maximum till finally the clearest advantage that the synthetic lizard has over him becomes clear. Endurance.

The lizard grabs him, ripping the blade from his paws, pulling him up against his body in a tight bear hug, tearing off his backpack, stripping him of his gear and as Kevin continues to put up a fight, the lizard retaliates by biting him in the shoulder.

“You bastard!” he howls as a trickle of blood stains his white fur pink. His shoulder soon burns with an unusual heat and as he’s pinned by the machine back to it, a deep chuckle catches his attention as the krogan approaches.

“Well, well. It looks like I caught one of the flies still buzzing around here. Where are the rest?” he asks, the krogan’s hands filled with his strange weapon.

“I will never tell you!” he growls baring his teeth as he struggles in vain against the machine, only stopping when he feels the bite around shoulder tighten.

The krogan laughs heartily, “You don’t have a choice in the matter. Already the nanites are being injected into your body, coursing through your bloodstream. They’re already working to convert every bit of your weak organic flesh into that of the superior machine,” he declares.

He shakes his head, “No, that can’t be true,” he states, feeling his shoulder grow could and as the Kiryu speaks he starts to notice a metallic sheen in parts of his body, everything about him that he’s heard and seen of him from the news, tells him that it's him but also different…

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me. You’ll be singing a different tune soon enough. But to watch that realization come across that pathetic face of yours. Doesn’t the one holding you look familiar?” he laughs.

He grunts and growls, trying to find something on his person that he could use to end the krogan as he talks, “If I can just distract him long enough maybe I can…” he thinks, looking at he lizard that holds him there as the sensation spreads through his arm and along his back, making his limb tingle, hand twitch.

He stares at the synthetic lizard as the krogan’s words pierce into his mind. The missing piece to the puzzle that has been plaguing him, finally falling into place. It’s one of the engineers that works at the base. He didn’t know him, but he’s seen him plenty enough times to realize that body shape, the look, the muscular form. That one time the air conditioning broke and he had to remove his shirt because it was so hot… The synthetic lizard was in reality a cybernetic one!

“There it is. There’s the look of fear I enjoy so much. But don’t worry. You’ll be stripped of your organic emotions and given a truer purpose, to serve a higher power. Me.”

“Fuck you!” he growls as the sensation spreads through his arm. The lizard finally pulls away from his shoulder revealing that his white fur has disappeared around the bite mark, replaced by sleek silver metallic skin. He tries not to stare at it rather focusing on the smug krogan, but the march of the transformation continues across his chest, and arm. His hand twitches as he sees the hairs drawn into his body, the pink skin darkening and gaining a metallic sheen within a matter of moments. Leaving the transformed parts of his body feeling not cold but devoid completely of sensation.

Kiryu commands, “Strip him. I want him to see his body change before his eyes, so he will know there is no escape before he simply accepts me as his Master.”

“I will never accept you,” he growls as his clothes are torn from his body, revealing the progression of the metallic spread across his shoulder, arm and chest. The slow steady march across his body continues to tingle. Less of his body accepts his command as it coils around his neck, creating a cybernetic duplicate of his lupus body.

“They always say that, but as you can tell…” he chuckles, “It never works.”

“You’re just a pathetic little vorcha. You’re unable to succeed without using others' technology” he growls, spitting in his general direction as he stiffens. The transformation crawls down his backside, making his spine tingle, which spreads down into his loins and up into his mind, making him let out a deep growl, which he turns into a long-lasting growl.

Kiryu grits his teeth, “I was going to just make you one of many of my obedient minions, to fade into the crowd, but after that disrespect, and for getting so close to me, I will turn you into one of my most loyal bodyguards. Think of it, you’ll be protecting me from harm for the rest of your days,” he states with a hearty laugh.

“You monster.”

He smirked as he aims his weapon at him, “That’s Master to you.” The weapon hums with an energy that makes Kevin’s fur stand up on end. His metallic parts of his body begin to tingle, warming up and feel rather nice.

“I will never call you…. Argh!” he exclaimed, as the metal spreads along his veins and expands out from there. With each passing moment, more of the warm tingle spreads across his body. His body reacts positively to the sensation, pleasure surges through his spine, up into his mind, and down into his groan.

“I see you are already enjoying your gift,” chuckles the Krogan as he eyes over the shifting wolf.

Kevin’s breathing grows deeper as his soft skin turns hard, becoming segmented metal as the transformation spreads all over his body. Organs shifting into pumps, wires, a power cell building within his chest as the warm sensation grows. No longer cold hard dead metal, but something other than before. His strength increases but so does the delight. His organic pink length twitches within the sheath but not for long as the pleasure builds. Wires course through his body, sending shocks of delight through him.

Growls turn into moans as the cybernetic lizard releases him. The wolf falls to his knees, weighed down by the synthetic parts of his body as his length twitches and leaks copious amounts of pre-cum.

The krogan laughs, “It looks like the idea of serving me is getting you turned on.”

“Fuck off,” he groans as his cock throbs harder at the krogan’s words, his mind swimming in new pleasures as he becomes elated from it all.

“Serving Master is a delight,” whispers a cold synthetic thought as it worms its way into his mind. His length grows even harder as arousal builds within his loins.

“What was that?” growls Kevin as he tenses with his organic hand, the metallic spread slides across his chest, as his chest and down his belly, revealing his muscular abs which are then engrained into his new metallic skin.

“That is your new mind coming online as each part of your brain is converted and rewired to serve me,” he states with a fiendish grin.

“N-no, I ca…” he moans his length rock hard as it begins to gain a metallic sheen, his pre-cum turning into a silvery fluid as the pleasure continues to build up within him. The transformation goes deeper into the core of his body, across his supple rump, thickening out his tail as white fur turns into silver metal.

“Serving Master is everything.”

Another surge of pleasure as the metallic creep crawls across his neck, up his face. He looks at what little remains of his organic hand as it’s transformed before his very eyes begin to glow as the transformation overtakes them. His voice cracks and changes as it becomes artificial in nature.

“I will fi ght you to the very end, Master,” he states, freezing in his spot, unsure if its because it’s his body no longer obeying his commands, the now cold emotionless voice, devoid of everything that makes him sound like the person he is, or worse of all… that he called Kiryu Master.

“See?” the krogan laughs, “You are already changing your tune. I think I’ll have you have one last release once you’ve fully accepted me as your Master, before I lock that away. You won’t be needing it anytime soon.”

“Obeying Master is everything.”

“Master’s word is law.”

“All we do is to serve Master.”

“Obey Master.”

Kevin shifts the metallic sheen now sliding down his legs, the last vestiges of his face consumed by the ever-spreading metal as he feels better and better with each moment that passes. Such wonderful delights that he couldn’t fathom, but he still knows, recognizes the price behind the pleasure, the devil and his strings that are being attached to him, but his words betray him as he says, “A-affirmative. C-command accepted.”

His mind becomes split. The parts of his organic mind that still remain, the conscious and subconscious parts fighting against every bit of what is happening to it. He feels this part of his mind grow ever weaker as he thinks, “No. I can’t give up. There must be something I can do. To fight against this.” He feels the fear in his thoughts, swirling around an ever-shrinking part of him, while the other grows stronger.

“Obeying Master is wonderful,” whispers the programing.

“Obeying Master is law,” he thinks. Programming is just a part of his synthetic thoughts. It’s the rules and filters that are the building blocks of everything his synthetic mind is doing. There is no anger, no animosity, it’s simply doing what is most natural and normal. And right now that mind has a primary directive.

“Directive: Conversion. Target: Kevin Wolf”

“I won’t let you I… can’t. I have… too much to… do.” he thinks, his mind becoming a little more fragmented as it takes more effort, thought and time to piece together his thoughts.

“Serving Master is bliss.”

“Conversion is bliss.”

“We will receive bliss.”

“We will convert.”

“We will obey.”

“We will serve.”

Kevin’s synthetic mind grows, following the plan laid out before him. It’s a program. To complete himself so he may be completed before his Master. The synthetic length throbs in delight, growing closer to the reward of a blissful climax. All he needs to do is simply remove the resistance that is keeping him from reaching his goal of total obedience to his Master, “We do not question Master. We serve the Master and obey his every command. Resistance is pointless.”

Kevin’s entire body has been transformed. His eyes glow as he remains on all fours, prostrating before his Master as the conflict continues to rage inside the cybernetic brain. He smiles, blissful, enjoying the conquest, the conversion of what remains of the other Kevin within his thoughts, knowing that it will soon be converted over to the correct side, made to think the same, and they will be one being once again.

His organic mind is privy to all the pleasure building up within his synthetic form. He can just barely grasp the power and strength his new form has, feeling it from the other perspective, while recalling all that he’s seen in the last few hours of what these mechanical behemoths could take with their awe-inspiring strength and durability. He could almost admire them if he was in any other position.

“Wait, why am I admiring them. I… no… I don’t want this… It’s not that… no,” he thinks, trying to push the thought away, but it feels like he’s pushing a boulder up a mountain.

“Serve.”

“Obey.”

“Convert.”

The programing code swirls with each cybernetic thought, “We are to be one. We are to serve Master. We are to spread and convert all.”

Kevin feels nothing but bliss within his body, but what is left of his organic mind makes him think he feels a pit in his stomach. His thoughts turn to Derek. The concern and worry he has for him and the other squad mates.

Cybernetic Kevin projects his thoughts to him, *“He will be converted. Made to serve with us. With Master. It will be perfect.” * Another surge of delight, the vision of him and Derek together, kneeling before Kiryu, his cock throbs eagerly, wanting so badly for such a vision to come true.

Kevin tries to resist, more of himself is drawn into the machine’s mind, the machine’s processes. His thoughts swirl on his fears, his concerns, feeling the weight of it all become so great. How could he win against such odds? The thoughts worm into his mind, an idea. That the only way to survive is to join with his greater half, the machine.

Synthetic Kevin feels his pleasure build, the weak organic half is almost absorbed and made whole with him, the sweet release of a job well done is nearly upon him, “That’s it. We are to be one. We are to save our squad by conversion. We can serve the Master diligently as his bodyguards. Protecting him. Being with each other forever. Never needing to tire. Never needing to worry. All our earlier concerns will be made irrelevant under the blissful service of following our programming. Obeying Master.”

The machine transformation of his organic mind is nearly complete. The last vestiges of his former self as its converted, joining the machine mind further leans into the thoughts, the bliss, “We will be to gether…” _ he thinks, shifting further, his full sense of identity becoming conditioned to the new _better self.

“Yes, we will be together. Derek will be with us as will Flaming and Anzox. We will be joined by them and saved. It will feel wonderful.”

Kevin’s last bit of his mind twitches, “Bet ter than this.”

“Infinitely so.”

The two parts of Kevin merge and blend, one dominating the other as he doesn’t realize when it happens, but he knows when it's complete. The release within his programing, enabling him to unleash his load of synthetic goo onto the floor. He howls out in delight as he accepts himself. His thoughts aligned with that of his Master, the programming keeping everything in check.

“I serve you Master!” he exclaims, as the two Kevins are made whole once again. The bliss of his obedience, squashing the resistance within his thoughts. Unsure why there was even any resistance in the first place. No longer able to grasp not even why he fought so hard or for so long, but why he put up any fight at all.

“Good. You will serve me well. Now…” he says as Kevin stands up, his synthetic length hard and erect, “You won’t be needing that. Put it away.”

“Affirmative,” he responds, his cock and balls retract into his body and within moments there’s nothing but a smooth metallic crotch, “You only need to serve Master for pleasure.”

Kiryu smirked, running his hand across the armored body chest of the synthetic wolf, “That’s a good minion. Now… why don’t you tell me where your companions are hiding.”

Kevin’s eyes glowed in acknowledgement.

Derek presses up against the door, his hand trembling as he looks to his two companions. Flaming is taking a defensive stance, his weapon drawn as he keeps watch on the hallway, while Anzox is positioned between them on the other side of the hallway, “He should have done it by now.”

Flaming responds, “We just have to trust the captain. He’ll pull through, he always does.”

Anzox spits out a small flame, “We know you don’t like this situation. None of us do, but he’s a sly wolf, like a fox. He’ll make it through, he always does.”

“But this is unusually long. How do we know the way out is still open?”

Flaming remarks, “We don’t, but what other options do we have?”

The grey furred wolf tenses and then nods.

“Be ready to open the door in three seconds.”

Derek tenses as he feels a weight lifted off his chest, “He’s fine,” he thinks as that’s all the time he has as the lights dim, the emergency power kicking in, knocking them back online. Now is the moment, if the plan gets over its first major hurdle. Click. The door unlocks and the thick metal door is pushed open, “It worked!” he exclaimed in delight, turning to his companions, “Come on!” he says, exclaiming in delight.

Flaming smirks, “Someone is excited,” he falls back, through the door and once they are all through it, it closes with an echoing thud and audible click.

Anzox looked over at the door, “Sounds like we’re locked in.”

“That just means they can’t follow us easily,” the multi-colored wolf remarks as his fingers drum across his gun as his tail quickly wags, ears perked and constantly shifting, “Something doesn’t sit right with me.”

Derek turns to him as they start making their way down the hall, “What do you mean?”

“Something doesn’t smell right,” he growls as he looks around.

Derek sniffs the air as he catches the aroma of something metallic. He lets out a low growl when the doors along the hallway on either side of them bursts open. Shots are fired in the chaotic mess as Flaming is grabbed and pulled into a hoard of synthetics. They bite him, injecting the wolf with their corruptive nanite liquid, starting his change as Anzox and Derek rush ahead.

Flaming groans, trying to push the machines off of him as they surround him. More join in, injecting him with the nanites, spreading the corruptive metallic sheen across his body. The process sped up by so many bites that his body grows aroused, as the transformation starts to overtake him. His resistance quickly waning under the bliss of the transformation and when he’ll climax his length will be drawn back into his body, no longer needed as he will by then have accepted the Master as the one that will dictate his actions from there on out.

Derek, the muscular wolf is just barely able to push past two of the machines that try to grab him, while the dragon unleashes a small flame to distract some of the machines but he is unable to make use of the opening created by his squad mate as he’s grabbed and pulled down by the machines.

The dragon is unable to produce enough flames to fight against the machines as they knock the weapons and gear from his grip. He tries to reach into his bag to grab what little explosives he has left but they quickly rip the bag away, tossing it off to the side, “They knew about my explosives,” he manages to think before he’s bitten.

Anzox growls, tugging against them, the cold sensation soon replaced by a warming pleasure as the transformation surges through him, crawling across his scales, replaced by the silver metal. Even a dragon as mighty as himself there is little he can do as the pleasure of the conversion courses through him. His arousal is a clear indication of his enforced enjoyment, and that soon enough he’ll become one with the masses, eager to serve the krogan.

Derek catches a glimpse of his friends as he yells, “Anzox! Flaming!” before he forces himself to push ahead, “I’m sorry my friends. But I can’t stop. Kevin will be waiting for us.”

“I’m waiting for you right here,” states Kevin as he steps into the hallway, the krogan several feet behind him, with a fiendish grin on his face.

Derek stops, stares at the thin yet muscular synthetic wolf before him, his voice cold and artificial yet deep down, he can tell… no, he just knows on an instinctual level who… or what the wolf is before him. He swallows a lump in his throat, “K-Kevin?”

Kevin’s eyes a blue glow that are locked onto his former squad mate, “Affirmative. Do not resist, we will be together in serving the Master,” he states as he approaches him.

Derek’s hands tremble as he stands unable to do anything, but just as Kevin reaches him, to grab him, the cries of his other companions echoing down the hallway, the other machines quickly approaching, he smacks Kevin’s hand away. His paw throbs with pain as it feels like he just hit a concrete block. He pulls out his gun, taking aim at the defiant Krogan but before he can pull the trigger, Kevin steps in the way.

“Do not resist, it will be bliss to serve the Master,” he states. The wolf hesitates and, in that moment, Kevin leaps into action grabbing the wolf and bites him on the shoulder, injecting his friend with the nanite essence that starts to change and corrupt him from the inside.

“Kevin… stop… he’s the one that…” he grunts, falling to one knee, trying to take another shot at the krogan as his hand turns into sleek smooth silver metal. His muscular form made to look all the stronger, the power surging through him as thoughts creep into his mind.

“Obey, serve, protect the Master.”

Kevin simply looks at him, pinning him to the ground, the final shot goes wide, missing the krogan with ease. The wolf continues to inject his companion, eager to see him completed as fast as possible, the desire to spread, convert, make more like himself, fueling his actions, pleased to be a good machine for a higher purpose.

Derek feels himself sink into the machine mentality, his thoughts becoming filtered and clarified as every bit of him is transformed into sleek cool hard machine. His length throbs, tearing through his clothes as the machine cock dribbles pre-cum. The wolf could only contain himself for so long, fighting against the transformation happening till he shudders, unleashing his synthetic load, signaling his conversion is complete. He stands up, standing at attention before the krogan, Kevin standing beside him as he reports, “All organics on the base have been converted.”

The krogan smirks, pleased with his conquest, “Hide that, you won’t be needing it either as my bodyguard.”

Derek replies, “Affirmative.” His cock and balls are pulled into his body, as the rest of the converted squad approaches, turned into sleek obedient machines like the rest. Their silver metallic skin shines in the light, revealing their muscular metal bodies. Their crotches made smooth, hiding away their built-in desires, as they are ready to serve, ready to obey.

“Are my newest recruits ready to defend your Master to the very end?”

“Affirmative!” they declare standing at attention.

The krogan looks over each one as they retain an assemblance of their former selves. The Anzox and Kevin are lithe yet muscular, showing strength and prowess, with an aerodynamic brilliance for their speed. Meanwhile Flaming, a lovely synthetic world of a medium build. He’s strong, ready, weapon in hand as his fingers drum along it, itching to be used in service. While Derek, a massive muscular looking machine, towering over the Krogan, making him even be impressed by the sheer size and strength of his newest recruit.

“Prepare the ships, we move to the next location. We have an army to recruit and all of you are going to help me,” he states with a heart chuckle.

“Affirmative Master!” they exclaim following their Master as he heads out. They are ready to serve and protect their Master, forever as obedient machines.