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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 A GREATER PURPOSE...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!