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Talyssa brushed her fingers through her hair again, and again, and again, trying to somehow channel her deep frustration into something that didn't involve discharging her service weapon into something soft and meaty, or into punching a wall and breaking her knuckles going for it.

Check out the abandoned factory at the edge of town. Yeah, the old Phisher building. Not the new one, no. We got a call that someone's squatting there.

Talyssa looked at her badge, and it felt heavy as lead on her chest. She'd always dreamed of becoming a cop, despite having the striped pelt that reminded most people of a prisoner's uniform. The kind they had in all the old movies, with the black and white stripes. Nowadays, she supposed they were more typically orange.

What do you mean check out an old factory? Is someone bothered by squatters? Chief, every abandoned building in the whole city is probably full of homeless people.

She would've preferred just letting them stay there. This winter was bitterly cold, and she had no desire whatsoever to throw someone on the street, especially if they were simply seeking shelter in an abandoned factory that Phisher Pharmaceuticals laid no official claim to. Probably so they didn't have to pay for sanitizing the factory grounds from all of the chemical slurry, Talyssa supposed. She tapped her hoof-clad foot against the floor of the locker room a little too hard, certainly hard enough to send an unpleasant vibration up her leg-bone and all the way to her kneecap. The zebra fought back the desire to whinny or neigh, either or.

…more dangerous for them to stay than go, it's Phisher, remember? You bring a rebreather just in case, we've got no idea what they're doing now, much less in the eighties. And take the other boot with you. Andrea? Yeah, the skunk girl.

Yeah. The abandoned factory had been abandoned for a while. Phisher always bribed the officials, so they didn't get investigated even though everyone knew they were a big reason as to why the general health in the city was so bad, and why the air quality was worse. It smelled like rubber most days, but the department of health assured everyone that it was merely a smell, not harmful and certainly not with any transfigurant nor mutagenic properties.

In other words, it was almost assuredly both of those thinsgs and a carcinogen on top. But there was nothing Talyssa could do about it. She was a cop, yeah, but not only was she was just a rookie, Phisher practically owned the police department. That was why she was being sent to do the dirty work of kicking out squatters from the property that they refused to officially even claim they owned. And that frustrated the zebra. She wanted order, but kind order, where everyone had the same opportunities and all the support they needed.

No, you don't get to pick. Make it to detective first and you might get to have input, and with that I mean you'll get to pick who to send to jobs like this, so you don't have to remember their faces when you kick them out to freeze. Now get to work.

And that was all the arguing she got to do, without getting kicked off the force just after getting on it. Talyssa sighed. She picked up a can of pepper spray and slid it into the pocket of her patrol uniform, just in case there was a hope that they might resolve the situation without any shots fired. The door to the locker room creaked open just then, and Andrea stepped inside, ready to get her jacket. The uniform was nowhere near warm enough for this kind of weather.

“Kicking out squatters, eh?" the skunk commented. “Next they'll have us sorting dumpster trash just in case there's a dead body in there."

“There's probably nobody there anyway," Talyssa replied. It'd feel equal parts better and worse if there wasn't, because it'd mean all this time had been totally wasted, but at least she wouldn't have to let anyone freeze to death. “Some false alarm by some random dude passing by and hearing a rat or an owl."

“An owl in this city? Girl, you're drunk and not legally allowed to work in your current condition," Andrea laughed, cracking open her locker and pulling out her winter jacket, along with a can of pepper spray, just in case someone got belligerent. “Kinda wish I was, too."

Owls hadn't been seen in the city for a while with how much light pollution – and chemical pollution – the city suffered. Talyssa had seen one on vacation, once, and it'd scared the living daylights out of her, like a flying ghost or maybe a demon.

Either way, the two passed by the quartermaster, where Andrea checked out her service pistol as well, and then found their shop, as they called the patrol cars. Two rookies like them never got sent to serious jobs together, but this one was unlikely to more than emotionally upsetting. In a way, it was refreshing; the zebra and the skunk had been friends since the academy, and then quickly become best friends soon after starting on the force properly. BFFs, like the kids said. At least, Talyssa thought they said that. It'd been a while, and she was rapidly feeling more and more out of touch with youth slang with every year past adulthood that she racked up.

Either way, they set off on the snowy streets and towards the edge of town, where the old industrial area was. Nowadays, Phisher Pharma and the others were located inside the actual city limits, which frankly was worse, but the richer population living in the suburbs had complained about the smell during the environmentalist craze of the nineties. The people in the city hadn't been able to afford such complaints.

Christmas music on the radio, at least, afforded the whole thing a somewhat cozy vibe, letting both Talyssa and Andrea think of something more pleasant than their pointless busywork job that the senior cops were too good to do. It was punctuated by the DJ complaining about how cold the city was, in the whiskey-and-cigars voice of someone twenty years older than he could possibly be.

They drove down onto the highway and then off it again after only a few hundred meters, pulling into the industrial area where nobody, not even rowdy teens looking for a place to smoke their weed, went. It simply wasn't welcoming in the traditional way that invited urban explorers. It was hostile, and the only people who'd be there were the ones who had no choice at all. Until they don't have that choice either, Talyssa thought, and then snapped her fingers, trying to will herself into professional cop mode.

Andrea was already out of the car, and a split second later, so was her enormous tail. Talyssa had asked how it didn't get in the way, and she had replied that it was muscle memory. She knew exactly where the tail would be after every motion before she committed to those motions, the skunk claimed, and from what Talyssa could see, it might as well have been the truth.

They stood in front of the long-since abandoned Phisher factory. The signage had been torn down in the eighties or nineties, and every window of the front façade had been broken between those two eras. The building did extend underground, though. How far, neither woman knew for sure, but the poor homeless people would hardly shelter in the wind-harried upper floors where the winter blizzards could still reach them. That meant they were somewhere on the lower levels, which was also the most hazardous part of the building.

She sighed and pulled on her respirator. Next to her, Andrea did the same. It fit her shorter snout a lot better than the zebra's. On an afterthought, though her pockets were fairly fulls already, the zebra grabbed her own pepper spray, inspired by the skunk. It was a good idea, just in case she got into a fight that could be ended with mere irritation rather than serious damage.

“Ready?" she asked, in that muffled, ominous warble that the mask infused her voice with.

“Ready. Let's do this," Andrea replied.

The two stepped inside. Immediately obvious was that there had been a lot of traffic here. The snow had covered any tracks outside, but inside, the floor was wet, which meant people had passed through. Many people.

Talyssa gestured towards the wet tracks. Of course they led to a central stairwell, and then down the stairs. Not like the elevators would be working. She wrapped her fingers around her pistol. It'd be a last resort, but she also had no interest in being beaten to death in a polluted factory basement just before the holidays. A little braver than she, Andrea held out a flashlight to light their way while ready to grab the can of pepper spray off her belt.

It was a difficult choice, whether to announce their presence or go in silently, but some instinctive voice told Talyssa to keep it down. Like she should be sneaking for this one. That “cop intuition" was rarely wrong, she surmised, even if it could be somewhat inaccurate. In this case, it meant there was danger.

The stairs went on for a while, and the two wet shoeprints only diverged from the downward spiral two stories belowground.

“Good call with the flashlight," Talyssa whispered, though she wasn't sure if Andrea could even hear her. She felt that compulsion to stay as quiet as possible, so her voice was barely audible even to herself.

But then, she heard something in the darkness ahead and froze immediately. Andrea heard it too, and the flashlight had already been turned off. Ahead of them there was a dim, red light, and they could clearly hear two voices engaged in some kind of argument or discussion. Talyssa gestured forward, and they both moved as one towards the voices.

“…ready? We wouldn't want to have any problems," one of the voices asked, too far away for the rookies to see the speaker. It was, however, a rather masculine voice. A bear, perhaps, or a moose. Someone big and strong. Though there was a synthetic edge to it, as if the speaker was using some kind of modulator.

“Just about ready. I'm sharing the final stages with the drones now," a feminine voice replied. Drones? This certainly wasn't about squatters, unless squatters had begun to perform some sort of elaborate roleplay in the basement.

“Good. When you're done with it, give the signal. Both groups attack as one," the deeper voice replied. Now close enough to see a little more. The speaker was wearing a lab coat and a mask; a full-face black thing with two little dots of lights that seemed to serve as both a rebreather and a voice changer or amplifier. “Is everything clear, sthen?"

“Clear, Doctor," the other voice replied. And who that voice belonged to was a little harder for Talyssa's eyes to initially parse. It was a feminine figure, yes – a deer, maybe a gazelle – but she seemed to be covered from head to toe in black rubber, with only a visor over her eyes, one that currently read a single word, mirrored; HOLD. “I trust that the other prime will do her part, as well."

“Trust, as in you assume, or you know?" the 'doctor' asked.

“I know. We have the same programming, after all, bar for cosmetics and personality traits," the deer replied, and try as she might, Talyssa couldn't see any features beyond slick latex. There was a rubbery scent in the air, too. “She will do what's needed."

Talyssa was so fixated on the conversation that it took Andrea tapping her on the shoulder and pointing towards the opposite end of the room for her to redirect her attention. There, in dim lighting, stood what had to be hundreds of people in identical rubber suits, each one perfectly black and with visors matching the deer's. Each read HOLD, just like hers did, bar for two larger and more muscular figures, whose instead read GUARD.

“What is this?" she whispered to Andrea, who was also staring at tsshe group. “It can't be real, right?"

“I dunno, it's either some kind of supervillain's secret base or it's a BDSM convention," Andrea replied. “Should we step in?"

Talyssa shook her head with a grim expression on her face. “What if they attack us? Even if I hit every shot there's hundreds of them. We need to call for backup."

She gestured outward, back up the stairsss. Andrea was already moving. The two of them worked like a well-oiled machine in situations like this, both knowing what the other was thinking.

“That should be it," the feminine deer spoke as Talyssa turned around. “As far as I can tell, we're ready on our end."

“Good. In that case, launch-"

The can of pepper spray fell out of Talyssa's pocket. The world slowed to a crawl. She watched it happen, that metallic cylinder falling towards the concrete floor, and knew that the impact would be loud as a church bell at a wedding, and draw everyone's attention. She had one shot, and one shot only; the zebra dropped down almost handlessly, trusting that the thud of her soft, clothed body wouldn't be quite as loud as the canister hitting the concrete. She reached for it as it was mere inches from the floor.

And she fumbled it.

The can impacted with the concrete with a deafening clatter, and worse yet, it burst. The air immediately filled with a clear, high-pressure spray that quickly turned into scorching mist. Before her, Andrea set off running as fast as she could – Talyssa couldn't blame her, because without reinforcements they were both smoked – and behind her, hundreds of almost identical shapes turned to look in the direction of clattering metal and hissing gas.

“An unpleasant distraction. Fix it," the masked figure stated, calm as a machine. Maybe the machine masked his emotions, Talyssa thought, as if that was important at all in the moment. The zebra scrambled to her feet. “Now."

That sealed it. It was a supervillain's lair, and Talyssa had stumbled into it on accident mere days before Christmas. Life felt like a poorly written television show right then, the kind that they only ran at one in the afternoon so bored housewives who didn't like soap operas had at least something to watch. Only unlike in those shows, she wasn't going to discover that she had secret superpowers to fight the bad guys with. Talyssa was simply going to get fucked.

One of the heavy-looking rubber people – drones, she decided, like the deer had called them. The drones rushed towards her at an incredible speed, only recoil as it reached the cloud of pepper spray. It seemed to have some kind of irritant effect to the latex, as if the creature's skin was alive, and it jumped back. That gave Talyssa the window she needed to spin around as fast as she could and set off running up the stairs.

“She can't do anything about what's about to happen," she heard the faint voice of the deer-drone behind her. “But we'll catch her. Or they will."

The gas would last only for seconds, and it didn't seem to hurt the drones, only slightly discourage them. Talyssa rushed up the stairs, pounding each step with her hooves in a nightmarish sensation of weighing more and more with each step, moving slower and slower despite the near-lethal amounts of adrenaline her glands were pumping into her bloodstream. But it was a mere illusion, a senseless anxiety; she was moving as fast as her well-trained, athletic body could manage as she rushed up, out, and towards her shop.

We call 'em shops 'cause we work out of them. Get it? Workshop. Get to work, boot, she heard her former mentor's voice echo in her head, for no reason, though Talyssa wished he was here. He'd know what to do.

Talyssa had no idea, but her body worked on some sort of autopilot as she rushed out of the building and towards the shop. Andrea wasn't there, but the zebra had absolutely no time to think about her friend. She opened the door and dove inside, turned the key, and raised the patrol radio microphone to her mouth.

“Patrol car zero-zero-two requesting-" she began, before realizing that rather than the comforting chatter of the city's hundreds of police officers, she heard only static. With a frustrated growl, Talyssa punched the radio, and accomplished nothing. She was being blocked. This was way more serious than she had thought. Whoever it was, the masked guy or maybe the deer controlling the drones, they had planned this, whatever it was. Taking over the city? Blotting out the sun? What did a self-styled villain even want in 2025? Universal healthcare?

From outside the car, she heard a booming voice, and a shadow briefly fell upon her. Some sort of enormous craft, vaguely like a blimp, designed to make announcements appeared in the sky above the city.

“This city is now under martial law. Citizens! Go inside, and do not resist if you are chosen to be converted. I repeat, this city is now under martial law…"

So, it was a takeover. War, maybe. And Talyssa was only one woman standing against it all unless she could move quickly and alert her station, who could then alert the military, who could then… do something. What was that about conversion? It conjured images of the masked man kidnapping people off the street to transform into those latex drones, which might've been a pleasant fantasy, if it wasn't real. She had no interest in losing her individuality and becoming some kind of strange, rubbery minion.

At least the car still worked. Snapping out of her momentary paralysis, while the incredibly loud voice kept repeating that the city was under martial law, that she was supposed to go inside and not resist conversion, Talyssa put the car in gear, pressed the gas pedal, and then something incredibly heavy landed on the hood of her car. It crushed most of it, or at least, enough that the engine stopped instantly with a grinding, metallic sound.

It was one of the big drones. It looked at her, and the visor read RESTRAIN, leaving little doubt as to its intentions_._ Up this close, Talyssa could see just how big they were. Six feet, maybe even seven. Maybe more, and incredibly muscular. In other words, she had no fighting chance, which meant running was her only option.

She bolted out of the car, feeling stomach acid in her throat from the spiking stress. In one smooth motion, Talyssa drew her pistol, aimed it, and fired off three shots at the enormous drone. She knew, or convinced herself that she knew, that the bullets wouldn't do anything, that these creatures were liquid latex only held together by something almost supernatural – or at least beyond her understanding – and not merely women dressed in suits. And sure enough, having jinxed it for herself by deciding that it would be impossible, each bullet impacted the drone's chest, only to harmlessly shoot out on the other side.

She saw her life flash by her eyes, clutching at her pockets and hoping to find a miracle. And she did. In the pocket of her jeans, she felt another can of pepper spray. She had picked up two, which was also why the first had fallen out of the full pocket. One on her own volition, and the other prompted by seeing Andrea pick one up.

She hoped, dearly, that the skunk had gotten away. But there was no time. She uncapped the canister and then pressed down the button, blasting the big drone with the irritant spray. It recoiled, pawing at itself, visibly too bothered to give chase as Talyssa set off running. There were apartment buildings not too far away; the fancy kind, condos and whatnot, the residents of which were the reason Phisher wasn't officially headquartered here. But clearly, these drones were somehow connected. Talyssa couldn't see that connection yet, but she felt it, and as before, her cop instinct was never outright wrong.

She dashed for the apartments. More drones, these ones smaller, seemed to emerge from every building around her. She heard a wet splat as a glob of black latex landed next to her. Another flew past her, maybe half an inch from her face. The zebra was used to running, and few species would be able to catch her at full stride, but she got the feeling that if one of those globs landed on her, it'd be game over. They had talked about “conversion," and they had drones that consisted fully of rubber. It didn't seem possible but that's what every zombie movie protagonist told themselves too. Then they got bitten and turned into zombies themselves.

It was like her doctor friend had told her. When you hear hooves, think horses and not zebras. But when you see zebras, don't think painted horses, even if you're in a country without any documented zebras.

A splatter of latex hit the front of her respirator, and she tore it off immediately. So much for that thin layer of protection. She'd have to be more careful with what little spray remained, now, but at the same time, at least it had saved her from catching a load of that stuff to her bare face, which would surely have been bad.

But that wasn't the end of it. Another drone scored a hit. Even if they couldn't catch her, they seemed to be extremely precise, and she felt a warm, wet mass impact her back as she ran. Without breaking her stride, Talyssa tore off her jacket and left it behind. The icy cold air instantly felt like it seeped into her very bones, despite the exertion. The apartment building seemed to be miles away, still, and for a moment she felt something like what her feral ancestors must've felt, running from a pack of lions on the savannah.

Not befitting of a police officer. But better than dying. Or “conversion"- fuck! Another glob of latex hit her pants. She had to stop and pull them off before the stuff touched her bare skin, and so she did, leaving herself almost naked waist-down, except for her cotton panties. It was starting to seem like a bad parody of a horror movie; soon she'd be running naked, her breasts bouncing like in those old television show introductions, for the titillation of male viewers, and those women with similar inclinations. It didn't feel anything like a parody, though. Nothing did when it was happening to you. The masked killer stalking you with a machete was only a cliché as long as he was on the silver screen and not behind you.

Soon she had lost her uniform entirely and was running the last stretch – a hundred meters? Two hundred? – in only her underwear, the cold already slowing her movements. By now there was enough distance between her and the drones that the rubber they lobbed at her didn't quite reach all the way, but if the door to the apartment building was locked, that'd be it for her. She'd either freeze to death or be “converted", and Talyssa frankly couldn't decide which was worse. She did, of course, still have her service weapon in one hand, and the half-empty can of pepper spray in the other. But that was it.

She reached the door, and almost hesitated to grasp the handle, not wanting to find out that it was locked and all her hopes had been for nothing, but Talyssa forced herself to. Her fingers wrapped around it, and she pulled. The door didn't open, and she despaired only for a moment before realizing that that it opened inwards for some godforsaken reason, and so she pushed. The door opened and she dashed inside, grabbing someone's bicycle – taken inside so it wouldn't be coated in ice come morning, and jammed it against the door. It'd keep the drones out for maybe a minute. She had to hide, and so she ran up the stairs, the interior warmth returning strength to her tired muscles even as the adrenaline that'd been fueling her began to wear off.

The drones didn't actually approach the door. Talyssa walked deeper into the building, her arms wrapped around herself for more heat as she tried to plan a course of action. Any course of action. As her patrol radio had shown, the masked guy and his drones were probably blocking all radio signals. That meant it was pretty safe to assume that smartphones were being blocked as well. But maybe they had forgotten that some homes still had landlines? Or maybe someone here had an amateur radio set that ran on a frequency they weren't jamming.

There had to be something she could do. Talyssa wasn't the kind of person who would let herself just lay down and die. She had never given up, even with all the hazing at the academy or when she had failed her physicals a few times before hitting the gym four times a week to beat them. So no, she concluded mentally, slowly walking up the stairs and trying to stay as quiet as possible. She'd knock on every single door if she had to.

Maybe Andrea made it here while I was trying to call for backup, Talyssa thought. Though at this point, was there really any chance that the rest of the police didn't know what was going on? It was hard to ignore the loud, constant messages or the fact that the city was being invaded. Maybe she had to change tactics. Maybe it'd be an idea to, instead of backup, look for the person, or persons responsible. The tall man in the lab coat and mask, and the deer drone who seemed to be the leader of the invasion. Those two. If she arrested – or gods forbid, shot them – would that bring an end to this? If their minions really were “drones", could they function at all without a leader? Bees without a queen tended to aimlessly flounder until they died, and as far as Talyssa knew, the same was true for ants.

Was there a way to “deconvert" the drones?

No, you're thinking too far ahead. Cop instinct, girl, trust it. Focus on the immediate. Find the people in charge, take them down. The others are already fighting, or they're gone, the time to call them was before any of this begun.

Someone moaned in pain from one of the apartments, and Talyssa noticed that the door was cracked open. Not now, she lamented. If I have to save everyone, I can't save anyone.

But, at the same time, she couldn't just leave someone who was suffering, either. Every life mattered. Hesitantly, Talyssa made her way over to the open door and stepped inside. There was nobody in the hallway, nor in the living room, but what there was, was a slight scent of rubber or latex lingering in the air. Were they already here, or was it wafting in from outside?

Talyssa wanted to look out through the window, but she was afraid that all she'd see were drones marching down the streets, so she didn't. Not yet.

“Do not resist-" she heard that recording outside. And then someone moaned again. Next room over. Still holding onto her pistol and the pepper spray so hard that her hands were cramping, Talyssa made her way to the door and pushed it open with the tip of her shoe. The sight that greeted her was almost indescribable.

From what she could tell – and it wasn't much – two civilians, both females, who were probably a couple, were pinned to the bed by two of the drones, only these ones seemed smaller and weaker. That didn't much matter, though, given that the feline couple they were smearing the liquid rubber onto were completely helpless, and moaning. Not with pain, but with pleasure.

Talyssa froze, like that. A well-trained police officer should never freeze, the higher-ups had told her. But she was still a rookie. It took time to grind away that animal fear, the urge to stand still and somehow not be seen. She wasn't there yet, so for a moment, the zebra's natural prey instincts took over, and she froze, watching the perverted yet strangely intimate display.

The drones kept grinding against the two felines. With each motion, more of themselves rubbed off on the two victims, the black goo sticking everywhere it touched and visibly… becoming part of them. It seemed to replace what it touched, slowly consuming – or converting – their bodies. From the moaning, Talyssa had to conclude that the experience was pleasant. Her eyes drifted a little lower, where one drone was rubbing one of the feline's… mounds. Her sex, her pussy. She was dripping wet, a wet patch of something distinctly not latex soaking the bed under the drone's knowing fingers, slowly pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt while the other drone did the same to her partner. Now and then, the “victims", which it was harder and harder to think of them as, glanced at each other lovingly, with lust-glazed stares as if acknowledging that they both felt amazing.

In their hands, both drones had more of those visors, though these ones seemed a little smaller than the others. Maybe a temporary measure to render their victims docile until the procedure could be finished wherever it was that the drones “lived".

Talyssa knew she should've stepped in, but at the same time, some depraved part of her rather wanted to watch. It was impossible to deny the pleasure unfolding in front of her; it looked like ecstasy, and it made her own neglected sex clench in sympathetic desire, longing, at least on a purely physical, mindless level, to feel how good they felt. An image of herself between the two felines flashed through her mind, of herself being fingered by a third drone and just as wet as they were as the rubber spread over her skin, as her personal tormentor prepared one of those horrible visor-masks…

And then she paid the price for daydreaming as a third drone suddenly grasped her from behind, taking both of her hands and holding them behind her as if performing some crude facsimile of an arrest. The other two glanced at her, as if unbothered, and the struggling zebra could see that all of their masks now read CONVERT.

Convert her, that is. She pulled and thrashed, but the drone's grasp was like iron, so Talyssa could only watch as the two felines were given those visors too. Theirs read DOCILE – WAIT FOR PROCESSING in scrolling, large letters. What that meant, Talyssa had no idea, but their bodies immediately went slack, and they simply laid there while the latex slowly crept up their bodies. Seemingly satisfying, the two drones turned their attention to her, or at least, they turned their heads towards her. She couldn't really tell where they were looking with the visors covering their eyes, assuming that they had eyes.

They approached, and she got that feeling of overwhelming doom, seeing how the latex moved along their bodies as if it was a viscous liquid. No, as if it were alive. The rubber was the creature, perhaps melded with the memories of the original, but the original being it had bonded with no longer existed. It was a parasite, or a symbiote that was part of a hivemind, and the deer she had seen earlier seemed to indeed be the queen.

And she was about to be a drone.

“Please don't!" she called out, trying anything to delay them from touching her. She was still holding onto the can of pepper spray, but the angle was wrong, and fingers couldn't reach the trigger. “I promise I won't get in your way!"

It was a lie, but the drones showed no sign of understanding what she had said. Some of them seemed to be capable of communication, but these were pure drones, only doing whatever they had been told to do. One reached out, its hand a slick, shimmering black, and brushed it over Talyssa's breasts. She shuddered at the somehow simultaneously warm and cool sensation. It then leaned in and pressed its lips to hers. Despite being all but featureless, the drones were all distinctly, undeniable feminine, and the zebra felt it somehow in how soft the creature's lips were against hers. It left hers tingling, too, in a way that instantly made her want more.

Talyssa's big problem with the city being invaded by women-turned-drones was that she was a lesbian, and that made her very easy prey for them. Or so it felt, anyway. She struggled, but it was half-hearted now; the latex crept along her body, dissolving the fabric of her bra where it touched and slowly covering her breasts, one after the other, seemingly shivering as it continued spreading.

It had a strangely pacifying sensation to it. Like a massage, almost, in that it almost managed to calm Talyssa's panicking mind. Almost, but not quite. She knew what was happening, and so, even though she moaned as the living rubber caressed her breasts, she was still feverishly thinking of how she could stop it. If she could stop it. Suddenly, one of the drones grasped her sex, its palm firmly pressed against the zebra's panty-clad mound and began kneading. Her panties dissolved instantly, and Talyssa found herself moaning with desire- no, pleasure, not desire. Not yet. She didn't want any of this, she reminded herself, even as the drone's fingers pushed into her, fulfilling that intrusive fantasy from earlier as they guided her onto the bed and pinned her down.

The pepper spray fell from her hand. There would be no deus ex machina to save her, she realized. No tool she happened to be holding, because she had dropped both her gun and the spray and was fully naked, at the mercy of the drones. The two new converts grabbed her shoulders and held her down, taking turns leaning in to kiss and lick along her neck – sending shivers down her spine – while the other drones toucher her seemingly everywhere. One's hands were on her inner thighs, spreading the latex there. Another's mouth caressed her covered nipples, and somehow, the rubber didn't numb the sensations at all but intensified them. And the last one kept rubbing her increasingly wet pussy with almost machinelike precision, though not without a certain knowingness that betrayed that the drone, expressionless as it was, clearly enjoyed its perverted task.

Talyssa was squirming by now, thrashing under the affections of the drones. She kept rocking her hips, grinding back against those fingers, and clenching eagerly around them. Her breath came in hitching little gasps, and pleasure threatened to overwhelm her at any moment. She had already soaked the bed, just like the two converted felines had done before her, but the drone kept rubbing, pistoning its long, slender fingers deep into her clutching passage, palm smushing against her clit in little circular motions, all in service of helping the latex spread and slowly consume her.

There was something off, though. Beyond that she was being slowly converted by lesbian rubber-drones. She could still feel her own skin beneath the rubber, as if it wasn't actually subsuming her, but merely covering her. Maybe that would happen once they'd masked her, too. The visor-masks seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and just as the zebra thought that, between moans and whimpers, one of the drones held up one of the visors. This one was inactive; it didn't say anything, and it probably wouldn't before it was fastened over her eyes, at which point it'd brainwash her into being one of those horrible, infectious, pleasure-addled, and mindless drones, eager to transform any other women she came across by pleasuring themz as the rubber spread over their curvaceous, soft bodies.

Talyssa was panting, and she wasn't sure if, had her arms not been pinned to the bed, she would've resisted at all as the visor slipped over her eyes and flicked on, seemingly automatically. It greeted her with a swirl of colors, some of which she didn't even have a name for. There was one word, at first: CUM. And she came, gushing over the drone's hand as her sex clenched and spasmed around her fingers, without any input or choice of her own. The pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, like several tidal waves in quick succession, with the zebra's entire body trembling and shaking as it did. It felt like the pleasure was breaking her mind apart, and that, she dimly realized, was probably the goal of the visor. To shatter her mind so the latex could take it over.

But she felt no other presence beyond the comforting hypnotic patterns of the visor. Nothing like something was trying to take over her mind, or even manipulating her beyond the surface-level pleasure.

GOOD GIRL, the visor read, the words searing into her mind. RELAX was the next command, so she relaxed, only now realizing that her entire body had tensed up during her climax. Relaxation swept through her. Everything was alright. She didn't have to worry or care anymore, just stare up at the shiny, swirling lights and let the rubber work its magic, slowly converting her into a drone who would never have to worry about anything again, except maybe pleasuring whoever ended up as her mistress. Talyssa moaned happily, slipping deeper and deeper into that trance-state, her entire body tingling and buzzing as if stuck in an endless, fluttering climax that only felt better the more she obeyed the visor's commands.

Time ceased to have any meaning. All that existed was their erotic intimacy, the sticky embrace of the other drones, and the deep, mutual love between them. Only, to the zebra, it almost felt like something was still missing. Shouldn't she be able to hear them, or the prime drone…? She stirred a little, as if uncomfortable despite the many hands caressing her body from every possible angle.

“Hold your breath!" Talyssa suddenly heard someone call out, and she did, though at that point, the zebra had no idea what could possibly happen. But then, she heard a hissing sound, and suddenly all the drones were scrambling, stumbling, falling over, and someone tore the visor off her face – she didn't catch what the last command it tried to give her was, but the font was red and foreboding – and grabbed her hand.

The lingering spray in the air burned her eyes, but Talyssa could see that it was Andrea, and suddenly she felt hope rather than that languid, docile pleasure. She was pulled up, and most of the latex fell off her body as she was, leaving the zebra totally naked.

Had it failed to bond with her? Was it not meant to? Maybe it was a faulty batch, Talyssa reasoned, as she stumbled onto her feet.

“They won't be down for long, and that was all the spray I had!" Andrea shouted. “Let's get out of here while we still can!"

“O-okay, but where are we going? I'm- I'm still-" Talyssa panted. Having all that comfort and pleasure torn away from her was jarring, as was having to stand up suddenly. She understood, fully and with no pretense, how it was so easy for people to succumb to it.

“Just out here, first!" Andrea replied, and the truth of it sank home. Soon, Talyssa was running after her, leaving the drone-infested apartment behind them. They stopped by another, abandoned and with the door broken, the scent of rubber still thick in the air, to find some clothes for Talyssa. She took the first things that fit. A pair of jeans, a shirt – rough against her nipples with her bra having dissolved – and a jacket a few sizes too big. It'll have to do. They wouldn't help much if they got splattered with latex again, but it'd keep the cold away, even though it felt like it was getting warmer outside.

Getting warmer? How long had she been in that pile of rubber drones, getting “converted"? She remembered only minutes, but after the visor had been stuck to her face, there might've been… hours. She only recalled that sweet, floating bliss of submitting to the hypnosis while the drones kept making her cum again, and again, and again, until her pussy was sore from spasming so much.

They made their way down the stairs and then outside, where Talyssa could immediately see just how dire things had gotten. Everyone out in the streets was an aimlessly wandering or stock-still drone, covered in that living rubber. There were globs of it here and there, slowly consuming even trees, and other than that, there was nothing. No activity beyond the newly converted “DOCILE – WAIT FOR PROCESSSING" drones that had been newly created, and unlike with Talyssa, the process seemed to have been fully successful so far. It had been much longer than she thought. Hours, definitely, but it might have even been days.

“Gods," the zebra whispered to her friend. “What do we even do? Where do we go? And how did you get away? I feel… dizzy, like I can't think straight."

“Phisher. They're behind this," Andrea whispered back. “We have to catch the guy with the mask and force him to stop this."

She conveniently ignored the last question, and Talyssa was still a little too out of it to keep two things in her head at once.

“Or the deer," she suggested. “I think she's in control of the others?"

“No, they call her Prime Drone Zero-Zero-Zero," Andrea replied. “She's just one, there are more of the controllers."

“How do you know that?" Talyssa asked, raising an eyebrow, though she didn't turn around to face her friend. There, in the distance, the Phisher Pharmaceuticals plant stood, it's neon sign like a lighthouse. For you, a better you. Terrible slogan, Talyssa thought.

“I heard the other drones mention it, they're programmed to take the entire city," Andrea explained, her expression perfectly neutral. “But we really can't waste time! It has to be us, right now, if we try to find others there won't be anyone left to save!"

She was right. Talyssa knew that. Whatever the answers and solutions were, they were all at Phisher's headquarters. How two unarmed rookies would get inside the factory while its owners were busy turning all of the city's inhabitants into horny, mindless, and seemingly all lesbian rubber-drones was another matter, entirely.

But they had to try.