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The Latex Drug Part 2 For SiennatheValoinx By Draconicon

Drone-to-be? Sienna didn't even know how to respond to that, but her body did. She felt the wetness sliding past her pussy lips, running along the black surface down there before somehow seeming to reabsorb. She wondered if she could squirt while like this, or if the males would be able to cum inside of others. Or would it just get shot out, run along the shaft like a condom, and then go right back down to the balls, getting absorbed into a person again?

The idea was kinda sexy. Made it feel like the sex just wouldn't stop, like the person in question would be able to go again and again and again, and there'd be this feeling of sloppy need that just didn't stop. That didn't help her calm down either, particularly as she felt the buck's eyes running up and down her body, lingering on the part at her chest where she was half-covered, her nipples split between the half that was covered by the latex and the half that wasn't.

Why did I think that was a good idea?

Because it was hot in the locker room, and it was still hot now, considering that everything that had been wet and eager in there, hot and horny in there, was still that way now. She blushed a bit as the buck leaned in, stroking a finger along the edge of her jawline.

"What's the matter? Already muzzled?"

"No, n-not yet. Just the first time."

"Ahhh, I see. Well then, perhaps I should put a collar on you, hmm?"

"A...collar?"

The idea of being led around that way was hotter than she expected, and she wondered where the hell that particular interest had come from. She'd never even thought of pet-play before, but now that someone else was there, offering to do it, she suddenly felt a hunger to give in.

"How would you -"

"Oh, very easily."

He smiled, holding out his hand, and it took her a moment to realize that he was asking for the marking fluid that she'd been given. She blushed, pulling it out, and he took it. No sooner had he taken it than he popped it open, running the marker around her neck, forming a quick outline of a band that ran all the way from the base of her neck up to the spot just below her chin.

"That's...that's a little thick for a collar, isn't it?"

"We want to make sure that people can see it, right?"

"I...I guess..."

"Now, pop another Conversion L, that's a good girl."

Sienna blushed a bit more, but she didn't have a reason to really refuse. So far, Charles was being rather forward, but there was nothing bad about what he was doing. And it wasn't like he had been cruel about it, either. He was just being a bit...eager.

And she liked eager.

Opening the little pocket that she'd made on her, she pulled out one of the black capsules and tossed it back. No sooner had it started running down her throat than her neck started feeling more and more sensitive, the flesh and fur going flat, turning nice and shiny. She reached up to her neck, blushing as she felt the warmth of the latex spreading through her skin, the smoothness that came afterward.

It didn't even constrict the way that a collar might have done. Instead, it felt rather comforting, pulling on her, making it very clear that this was a part of her rather than just an ornament that she might have put on for the hell of it. This was a thing that belonged on her, was part of her, was something that was intrinsically her.

"And if I'm not mistaken, you already took some Mutagenic L, hmm? A clever idea with that pocket."

"Yes, um, I took some. Why?"

"Well, I have to make the leash out of something, don't I?"

"Make - ah!"

The feeling of the slight pinch at the back of her neck was not something that she had expected, nor the strange feeling that followed. It was like something was gradually being pulled out of her skin, almost like that strangely satisfying feeling of pulling off a scab, or getting rid of a pimple or ingrown hair, if one was able to do it without having any of the pain that usually came with it. No stinging, no pain, merely that strangely satisfying feeling as something was extracted.

She felt a bit lightheaded afterward, and realized that it must have used some of the mass down there to form the leash. Blushing, the fin-eared Valoinx swished her tail as she reached out for the leash. It was pulled free of her, and as she ran her fingers along it, she gasped as she realized that she could still feel it as if it was part of her flesh.

"How...what..."

"It's part of you, isn't it? Why wouldn't you feel it?"

It was particularly strange as the buck ran his thumb along the circle grip at the end of the leash, feeling almost like he was caressing the back of her neck. In a way, she supposed that he had to have been doing just that, rubbing her neck, the spot where he'd pulled all the leash from. Oh, god, it felt weird, but at the same time...

At the same time, it almost made her want to purr.

"You like that, huh? Heh. I knew that you'd be a good girl."

"It's...it's weird...I...oh god...keep doing that..."

He was stroking the leash, now, rubbing it, pulling her closer bit by bit. The feeling of his hands along her neck like that - he wasn't holding her actual neck, but every stroke of the leash was like it was going right into that sensitive spot at the base of her neck - was just so good. It made it hard for her to think, made her gasp and shiver and moan.

Only a minute into the club, and she was already throwing herself at the feet of the first person that she'd met. What a good girl. What a good pervert that she was turning out to be.

She was still shivering, still panting, when he finally pulled back to just rubbing the edge of the leash. It was still hard for her to take, but it was better than trying to handle the whole thing. She felt less like a little bitch dog thumping her legs from an ear-scratch. She groaned, shaking her head.

"Wow."

"Heh, you really like this. I'm glad that I got you before someone else did."

"What do you mean? Before someone else did?"

"Well, you might have come here thinking that you'd just try it out, but seeing that..." The buck chuckled, fondling himself. "I think you're going to be one of those that ends up droning out every night you can."

"Droning - I'm not here for that," she said hurriedly, shaking her head. "No, no, not here for that at all. Just...testing it out, you know."

"Really? And someone just testing it out lets herself get collared right off the bat?"

The way that Charles smirked at her made it all the more obvious that she had jumped in further than she expected, that she had given her leash to someone that was going to use it and tease her about it all night long. Before she could protest, however, he gave it a tug, and she gasped as she was pulled right up to him, his bulge pressing against her belly.

"What do you say, hmm? A little bit of slutting around, a little bit of trying out the other guys before we see if you want to take it further?"

"Other - other guys? Why them?"

"Because I know you're not going to be satisfied with just one. I can tell."

"Mmmph...you tease..."

"You know it."

He smiled, pulling her up onto her tiptoes to steal a kiss before spinning her around, facing the rest of the club. She groaned as she felt his cock pressing just above her ass, rubbing against the base of her tail. If it hadn't been contained in that jockstrap, she was sure that it would have been grinding between her cheeks, almost humping at her from the way that he held her against him.

God, what if he had made that leash out of my clit...

The idea of someone pulling on her clit, able to rub it any which way just at a whim, was enough to make her clench again. God, this latex was turning her into a total slut, and she couldn't stop thinking of other ways that it could control her, mess with her.

I'm not a drone. I'm really not...

She hoped.

"Now, why don't you pick someone, and I'll make sure that they're ready to rut you."

"You...I don't..."

"Come now, everyone has fantasies. All you have to do is admit them."

"You...mmmph...you tease..."

"You know that I will make it happen."

And the annoying thing was, he was right. She knew that he would make it happen, that he'd find the one that she wanted, and that he'd be right there with her to make it work out. She'd get fucked, she'd get used, and there'd be no worries in the slightest about anything going wrong. That was just the feeling that she got from him, the image that he projected, and she didn't know why she could actually feel like she could trust him.

Except she felt like she could.

As Sienna looked around the room, trying to figure out what would be a good place to start, she kept having other ideas. She imagined him warping some of her latex again, of pulling it over her tail so that it went all latex-y, and then turning her tail into a butt-plug that he could use as a handle. She imagined that he would cover her face with it, make her mouth into a little fleshlight that would take one cock after another. She fantasized about having the Stimulant L being injected right into her crotch so that she was constantly on-edge all night long.

And she couldn't quite stop. She wanted to think of something else, to imagine something more fun, but this...God, this was impossible, but it was like the latex had brought out some sort of buried slut personality, something that wanted to be in control and have all the fun that it could before the next day came and they had to go back to being normal.

Finally, she spotted someone. A coyote on the other side of the room, one that was lounging back, squeezing a dick that was as fat as his hand, but not too long. She blushed hard, slowly pointing at the brown-furred canine.

"Um...him. That one."

"Ahhh, you want a predator, do you?"

She blushed, rubbing her hair back from her forehead, feeling the little pearl-bump that was usually kept hidden warming as much as her cheeks were.

"I...I just want to start..."

"Small?"

The coyote was a shorter one, yes. Not just in cock size, but in body height, too. He'd probably be about five foot, maybe a bit less, and he wouldn't be quite so intimidating when he came over here, either. She nodded.

"Alright. Come with me."

She allowed herself to be led along by the leash, trying not to moan in the process, and she blushed as he pushed her up against the wall about halfway across the room. He threw the leash over a peg just high enough to make her stand on tiptoe to avoid getting her air supply cut off, and she blushed as he patted her ass a few times.

"You just stay right here. If anyone comes around, just tell them that Charles is about to come back."

"Charles is about to come back. Got it."

"Good girl." He patted her head again, then disappeared into the crowd.

She didn't know what to think as she stood there, feeling her tail swishing in the process. More than once, the finned end started to lift up, and each time she pushed it back down. It wasn't that she didn't want to show off, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to show off everything just yet. She wanted to feel like there was still a bit of mystery to her, a bit of respect.

Yet, at the same time, she swore that she was dripping like mad. Her lower legs were dry, of course, her pussy juices running back into her, but that didn't stop her from feeling wet as could be down there. It was like everything was being pushed back into her, making her sloppier and more slippery. Due to the way that the collar and leash worked, she couldn't bend forward or look down, but she could feel it squishing and squelching between her legs every time that she shifted her position.

One hand patted her ass cheek, disrupting her inner thoughts. She jumped, looking over her shoulder. An orca had come up behind her, and he grinned as he looked at her ass. Just as soon as she could, she pulled her tail down hard.

"Charles is about to come back."

"Oh, damn. He already got another one?"

"He's about to come back, so you better not take me."

"Fine, fine. Sheesh. How does that guy get so much tail..."

She didn't know, and she wasn't about to answer the orca as he walked off. The faster that he left, the safer she would feel, and as turned on as she was, she didn't want to push her luck with anyone else in the club. It was already bad enough that she'd handed a leash to a complete stranger. Letting others go further...

But aren't you about to do that, anyway?

That was what she was trying not to think about, and she knew that was going to be an exception, anyway, so the rest of her inner voices could just shut the fuck up.

She was still shivering, still panting in excitement, when Charles came back with the coyote in tow. The canine looked her over, and she looked at him, too, unable to keep from giving him the once-over herself.

The small guy was definitely under five feet tall, which put him a good bit shorter than her. That said, he was wearing the black latex in banded fashion across his body, using the black to break up the brown fur, and he had a hood over his face that made him look a bit more intimidating. His tail had been latexified, too, and then narrowed down to be long and whip-like.

His cock...his cock was definitely bigger than she thought it would be. Only about seven inches long, which was nothing compared to the horses or even to Charles, but with a thickness that was going to be hole-breaking in power. She groaned under her breath, blushing worse than before, but at a touch from her buck along her leash, she slowly pushed her hips out for the dog.

"Good girl," Charles said.

"She's looking pretty hot. Tell me, girl. This your first time?"

"Um, in latex, yes," the Valoinx said with a blush.

"Oh ho ho, she's gonna love this. You got a preference of where I fuck her, Charles?" the coyote asked.

"Take her ass for now. I want to save her pussy for later."

"My...my ass?"

She tried to bring her tail down, but Charles pushed it back up before she could do anything more than nudge it. The feeling of someone staring at her ass cheeks was bad enough, but the idea of taking something that big up her asshole was something else entirely. She didn't think that was possible, let alone probable.

Yet, as the coyote stepped closer to her, rubbing his hands along her posterior, she couldn't help but blush and feel a bit more hunger. Her slut side was definitely sending all sorts of signals to her brain, reminding her of how much she had wanted to come here to get used, how she'd been willing to give up control to allow someone else the chance to break her in. Fuck, this was...this was just what she wanted, right?

The feeling of his cock was huge, but her hunger was stronger. With Charles's help, she kept her tail high, allowing the tip of that twitching dog dong to rub against her ass, to tease her pucker, until -

"Hey, one second. Let's make this a bit more interesting."

"What are you thinking, Mack?"

"Let's make her a bit more feral back there."

What?!

Sienna opened her mouth to protest -

"Ah, ahhhhh!"

Only to gasp as she felt the coyote pinching around her rim, bunching it up and forcing it to open up without even putting anything inside of her. She rose up on her tiptoes as she felt him pulling, pinching, then pulling again, gathering up her pucker and dragging it back towards the edge of her rim. Sienna leaned against the wall, huffing and puffing, her fingers clenching into fists.

"What...what are you...what are you doing back there?"

"Just making your ass a bit easier to get at."

Making her ass easier to get at. That was a first. That was a big first, and one that she wasn't sure how to handle. She was struggling to catch her breath, and the feeling of his fingers working her hole the way a baker would do a pie crust wasn't helping.

Making matters worse, she could just about feel what her asshole was becoming. Raised up, ridged, more of a donut around her pucker than just a little wrinkled hole. She shivered as she felt like it was becoming ever more sensitive, too, almost like she was getting molded, formed, turned into a proper sex toy that had no choice but to enjoy what was done to it.

Oh god, that didn't help the drone fantasies at all.

It didn't take long for him to mold her like that, to pull her hole back and out just a little ways. She was sure that she was imagining that it was a whole lot worse than it actually was, but that didn't make it better. That just made it hotter.

Then she felt his cock against her again. It was definitely a doggy dick, but one that had been formed out of a different shaft. The shape was just subtly wrong, a little upside-down, but that didn't mean that it was entirely wrong. It just meant that it was clearly artificial...if the size hadn't made that utterly clear from the start.

She expected some lube, some stretching, but no. One more grind between her cheeks, and then -

Squelch.

Sienna felt like the air had been punched right out of her lungs, but not in a bad way. If anything, it had been done in a good way, a hot way, one that made her shiver and moan and pant at the feeling of being so full, so impossibly stretched. She had been ready for pain, for the friction that came from opening something that was too small for something that was too big, but there was nothing of the sort.

There was only pleasure, and it left her with her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolled back as the coyote set to fucking her right off the bat.

"Heh, that's it. Always hot to break in a first-timer. She doing the ahegao face, Charles?"

"Seems so."

"Hehehe, take a picture for me."

Sienna heard the click click click of a camera going off, but she didn't care. All of her attention was focused on that fat cock in her ass, the thing that should have been ripping her apart and instead was making her feel so fucking good.

The Valoinx moaned, shifting her legs a bit, pushing them further apart. She felt her ass cheeks bounce a bit as she did, felt the coyote's hands sinking into her hips in a way that would have been impossible with mere flesh. She could feel him grabbing him, pulling her, and she felt her waist go tight.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

She could feel him groping his own cock as he pounded into her, squeezing around the head. She had to have a bee's waist, now, her middle pulled in so tight that she should have been completely constricted, even dead, but the latex was keeping her in perfect condition. The Mutagenic L was still in effect, keeping her body proportions exactly how her user - fuck, her USER - wanted her to be.

She moaned, feeling her ass cheeks bouncing every time that he slammed in, flattened out and then pulled outwards, her body completely mutable as a latex girl wherever the latex ran. She could feel the leash pulling on the back of her neck, teasing her the way that a series of little bites and nibbles might have done. She moaned, she panted, she felt like her pussy was drooling.

Her ass was stretched, she realized, her body completely malleable by those that wanted to use her. Her hole had been forced to expand, pushed wide by that first thrust. Sienna realized that there had never been any need to be worried. Her hole had been turned to latex, after all, and that meant that there was far more elasticity down there than she ever would need.

In, out, in, out, the coyote hammering at her hole like mad. She felt the knot at the base, something else that was a bit artificial, considering that it was like two baseballs pushing out from either side of his shaft rather than a more solid, single shape. He was slamming it against her, but even that was pushing into her with ease.

Pop, pop, pop. The feeling of it sliding in and out of her hole, forcing her to pop it in, then pop it out, was more violent than any other toy or rut that she'd ever had any experience with. The feeling of it was something that was beyond amazing, and she was eager for more.

So much more.

She slammed her ass back, finally, and she squeezed down, hard. The coyote groaned, pulling her back, holding her there -

"Mmmph...fuck...fuck..."

And he was cumming. Cumming in her. She moaned, waiting for the warmth that always came with a good blast...or that she imagined came from it...

But there was nothing. Oh, there was warmth, yes, but it flowed out of the head of the shaft, then rolled down along the rest of it. She could feel it running past her pucker, and swore she felt the balls pressed against her getting bigger.

"Mmmph...fuck..."

The coyote - Mack - chuckled as he pulled out of her, and she swore that her hole was gaping wider than ever. She couldn't reach back, but she heard the click, click, click of a camera-phone going off. She'd get to see soon, she imagined.

"You really did a number on her waist, Mack. I'm going to have to restore that."

"Better you than me. I can't shape this for shit."

"Obviously; your knot looks like a child drew it."

"Hey, doing the best I can."

"Obviously. Now, go on. I need to fix my slut."

His slut. Sienna groaned at the idea of being kept like that, but the way that her body still throbbed with need and arousal...yeah, she liked it. She didn't know why she liked it so much, but she definitely did.

"Are you steady enough to hold a phone without dropping it?"

"Mmph...yeah...yeah, I think so."

"Then take a look. I think you'll like it."

He passed her the phone, and she took a look, alright. Her cheeks immediately set to burning, and her eyes widened as she realized what she looked like.

She hadn't realized that her eyes had gone that far back, that her tongue had lolled out that far. She looked like some slut that had been fucked so far that her brain had just completely checked out. It looked like something out of a hentai, some drool rolling down her tongue and onto her shiny breasts.

Other pictures showed her pucker, showing that it had grown out quite large, though not quite enough to show past her ass cheeks. Instead, her donut of a hole had been made to look somewhere between a feral canine's and a horse's, the ridges on the edge of the rim pushed up to make it look more cratered between. She could see that she had been left with a gape and a half, too, something that wouldn't fade for a while...unless it was pushed back together.

She even saw that the grip that Mack had gotten around her waist had crushed her hips and middle into something like a grip that one might get around a fleshlight, making it easier to pull her hips forward and back, to control her movements. Fucking Christ...

It was both a relief and a disappointment to feel Charles moving her body around a bit, pressing down on her chest and her hips to push things back to where they were supposed to be. He evened her out a bit, but then -

"Ah!"

She gasped as he groped her thighs, running his hands up along them. It was surprisingly sexy, though not quite in the way getting fucked had been.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"Feels more like -"

"You need a bigger ass."

"What...I...I mean, I wouldn't say no to more curves, but -"

"Give me the marker."

She did without even thinking about it, and she felt him drawing along the backs of her hips, running the marking lines from the tops of her thighs down to her ankles.

And just like that, the Conversion L took effect, and she almost screamed at the sudden sensitivity along her thighs as he started groping, squeezing, rubbing them. It was like a complete domination of her senses, and her urge to just spread and submit overwhelmed her. She spread her legs as far as she could, trying to drop her head, but the leash pulled her right back up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Mmm, more of your true self there, little one?"

"Mmph...ah...ah..."

"Let me mold you, and then we will have a few more friends come over."

She didn't know if she wanted more friends, but the feeling of his hands running along her legs, shaping her, changing her, did not make it easy for her to say no. The Valoinx moaned louder as she felt something being pushed up, like some of her mass was going out of her legs and into her rump and her hips. She felt the weight getting in there, the thickness that she hadn't had before.

"Ah...ah..."

Her muscles twitched, and she felt her ass bounce, bounce in a way that it hadn't been big enough to do before. She could probably twerk, now, bounce and shake and show off in ways that she had never done, and now, wanted to.

"Oh god...oh god..."

"You need a bit more training before you can call me that. Who else shall I find, little drone-to-be?"

"Anyone...anyone..."

It was two hours later when the line of men finally stopped. She'd taken that orca from before, as well as a bull, a cheetah, and even a dragon. Her ass was stretched again and again, and every time, Charles pulled it back to normal, shifting things back to the proper proportion.

More than that, he had spread the black latex further and further over her body. Every time that she took someone new, he convinced her to take a bit more of the black ooze, to spread it along her arms, her feet, her hands, up to her neck, even. She was completely covered from the neck down, and the urge to just give in, to let herself go, was almost overpowering.

Charles took the leash off the hook, and she fell right down to all fours. She couldn't support herself anymore, couldn't think enough to stay upright. All that mattered was the feeling of guidance now, of allowing someone else to tell her what to do.

"Tell me, little drone-to-be. How do you feel?"

"Needy...hungry..."

"Hungry for food, or for commands?"

"Commands, sir."

Sir. She had never called her boss sir, let alone someone like this. God, it felt good, though. It felt right to give someone else that sort of power, that sort of authority over her. She needed to be controlled, needed to be held and made to do things.

The buck chuckled, giving her leash a little tug. She followed him across the floor, feeling her pussy drool. It had gone un-fucked so far, and she wanted so badly to feel something in there, but her 'sir' had been focused on her ass, making her prove herself with that. It was a good feeling, something naughty, something crude, something different, but she wanted more.

They walked through the crowd, some of the men and women around her giving her a stroke down her spine, but most were busy with their own fun. She kept her head down, just following the hooves of her master.

Eventually, they stood outside of the Drone Room. She looked up when they paused, seeing the shining sign overhead. It was brighter now than it had been when she'd come out of the locker room, and she didn't know whether that was because she was closer, or if it was because she was slipping further and further down the road to full submission.

Charles tugged on the leash again, giving it that pleasurable rub along the end, and she looked up at him.

"Does my little drone-to-be want to take the next step?"

"Ah...I..."

"You are almost there already. It's just one more step."

"I...I might have..."

"Are you worried about work?"

She nodded.

"I have a doctor that can write you a note. Anything else?"

"P-permanent?"

"Do you want it to be?"

"Not yet..."

"Then it doesn't have to be."

The idea of giving in, to have no thoughts or freedom at all for the rest of the night, was more appealing than she had ever imagined it being. The possibility of being completely, utterly sensitive, to be given over to someone else's commands that way, was something that she had never imagined she'd actually want. Yet, here she was, already considering it, halfway there from all the men that she had allowed to fuck her already.

The way that Charles kept rubbing the leash, rubbing her neck, only made it worse. She wanted to be good, wanted to slut it up, wanted to...

Yes.

Yes.

"I want it."

"Then come, drone-to-be. Let's finish this up."

She nodded, and she followed on all fours at his hooves, wanting nothing more than to impress her sir, to allow him to mold her...to forget for a while and just be a good girl. A good drone.

The End [/b