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Conri let out a muffled gasp as he found himself lying on the cold metal floor of a room shrouded in darkness, save for a single light that hung over his head. Even with the small amount of area that was lit everything seemed to have a strange tint to it, and he brought his hands up to his head he quickly understood why as his fingers touched against the lenses that were in front of his eyes. The ocelot felt his breathing quicken as he ran his hands all over his head to find that it was encased in some type of strange gas mask, and when he followed it down towards his neck to try and take it off he found that the seam was blocked by a collar with four metal padlocks on it. He let out a few muffled grunts as he tried to pull the collar away enough to get at the mask, but to no avail.

"It appears you're going to have to find some other way to get that mask of yours off," a voice echoed in the darkness, the ocelot seeing a television screen in the darkness come to life. "Hello Conri, I want to play a game with you. The rules are simple; there are four locks around your neck and four keys that are scattered about, all you have to do is collect the keys and unlock the collar in order to return back to where we found you along with a bit of wealth for the trouble. However that gas mask of yours actually comes as a set that longs to be completed, and the longer you take to get those keys the more you're going to find yourself compelled to complete that set and turn yourself into a rubber drone guard to the Sabredrones... do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Conri felt himself swallowing hard as he nodded in response, his mask preventing him from making any coherent sounds as his body shook slightly from the implications. "Good, I will expect you to do your best in this," Serathin continued on. "There is no time limit, only how long it takes before your will is broken by the mask you're wearing. The game begins... now."

The lights suddenly came up and Conri found himself surrounded by pedestals, most of them containing black rubber gear that was similar to the mask on his head while others had keys that appeared to be in glass containers. It seemed simple enough for him to go and get the keys while avoiding the pieces of the suit that were there, though it was slightly disorienting as shimmers and swirls began to appear in the lenses that covered them. He even found himself stumbling once as he moved over to the first key in order to grab it. As he examined the case he found that there was nothing that seemed to keep him from the key itself and as he carefully removed the glass box from the pedestal all he heard was a light hiss. Though the key was right in front of him the ocelot continued to hesitate slightly, his eyes watching out for anything that might come at him before he darted his fingers forward and snatched it from where it hung.

The ocelot braced himself for whatever might happen, his entire body tensing as he waited for the repercussions of his actions. When nothing happened he shrugged and slid the key into the lock that was at the front of his collar, hearing it click open and fall to the floor. He let out a muffled sigh of relief through his suit as he turned and went to see about getting the other keys, only to notice that their positioning had changed. For the remaining three he saw that their pedestals had risen to go way up above his head to the point where he guessed that they were about two stories tall now.

But with one lock already down and his willpower seemingly intact he went to the next closest pedestal in order to see how he could scale it. As he got up to the heightened podium he saw that there were little notches in it that he could use to climb, but when he attempted to get his fingers into hem he found it next to impossible to find a decent enough grip. After two attempts he managed to get a few feet up before sliding down towards the floor once more. He let out a grunt of frustration and wondered how he could possibly do such an impossible task before he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that seemed to draw his attention.

It was single black rubber glove that shined enticingly in the light, Conri finding himself walking towards it as he began to wonder if he had to use certain parts of the suit in order to possibly get to the other keys. With his current abilities he wouldn't be able to scale any of the raised podiums, but as he felt his breathing start to quicken slightly he began to think that perhaps with those gloves they could help him out. As he found himself approaching the pedestal with the equipment on it he saw that the item was facing up and revealed padded palms and fingertips that looked like the answer to his problem. While the entire point of the challenge was to not get covered in the rubber equipment, he mused as his hand hovered over it, Serathin said he only lost if the entire set covered him... not just a pair of gloves as his trembling fingers reached down for it.

Though Conri started to have second doubts it appeared that the glove was no longer keen to wait, the ocelot gasping slightly as the glove seemed to split open at the wrist and caused tentacles to pop out and wrap around his outstretched hand. When the feline pulled back it took the glove with it and before he could react it was already sliding up around his hand with the tendrils of rubber coiling around his fingers. By the time his other hand went over to try and stop it he was already too late, the glove had fitted itself around his hand up to his wrist and completely covered it with a layer of shiny black latex just like his hood. As he held it up to the light the ocelot had to admit that it did look rather good on him.

It took a few seconds to realize that his appreciation for the new article of rubber on his body was because of the hypnotic trance that the mask locked to his head was trying to put him under... or was it? The ocelot found it hard to think about what might be motivating him to admire the glove on him, especially as he suddenly became aware of the intoxicating scent of the rubber on his face as he found himself dazed by the new sensations entering into his brain. While he attempted to sort out his thoughts he hadn't realized that he was still moving around until he bumped into another pedestal, this one with some sort of rubber bracer on it. Just like the glove that he had put on this piece of armor took advantage of his proximity and opened like a clasp before shiny tentacles shot out and coiled around his thigh like a snake.

The sudden inclusion of a piece of the rubber armor that he hadn't intended on putting on himself awoke Conri to the fact that he had less time than he had thought. Not only was the rubber piece securely clamped around his thigh but he could see the edges of both that piece and the glove that he had put on start to spread out over his fur. With the tendrils slithering across his skin and covering more of his body in the shiny substance he began to feel his arousal grow, to the point where he found himself panting slightly as he looked around for the other glove. While he knew that putting on yet another piece of the rubber outfit would only hasten his downfall he couldn't climb with just one glove as he scanned the room until he found it.

Since time suddenly became of the essence the ocelot wasted none of it, pressing his hand down against the rubber in order to have it engulf his hand. It eagerly did so and when he rose his hands up again they now looked not only uniform but very sleek, wiggling his fingers and feeling his body tremble slightly as the rubber-covered fingers rubbed against himself. It was intensely sensual and when he looked down at himself he found his maleness had started to grow erect, and a lewd thought of what it would be like to stroke himself with such smooth digits was like before he shook the thought out of his mind. Even though he tried to put his focus back on the task at hand the thought of his rubber hand stroking himself never quite left his mind as he used the gloves to climb up the podium.

Conri's prediction had been correct and he soon found himself all the way at the top of the pedestal, looking at the key that was dangling there. With having to keep his arm wrapped around the pillar the ocelot just knocked the cover off of the key and grabbed it, then quickly slid down and used his newfound prize to put it into the lock. Just as he was about to turn it however he found his fingers hesitating as he looked down at himself, looking at the parts of his body that were already covered in the glistening material and wondered briefly how it would look on the rest of him. A shudder ran through his body as he imagined his body sculpted in the shiny substance before he brought himself back to reality and reminded himself this was a challenge before hearing a click and watching the second lock fall to the ground.

With half the locks gone Conri tried to focus on the next task and turned just in time to see the keys once more lower until they were the same height as the others, but as they did the floor panels around them glowed and arcs of electricity jumped from metal plate to metal plate. It didn't take much to figure out the floor was electrified... the ocelot quickly coming to the conclusion that he was going to need some form of rubber to insulate him from it. Since he wasn't well adept to walk on his hands either the gloves he had put on were going to be of no use to him, which meant that he was going to need the boots in order to do it. That was all he was going to put on though, he thought to himself as he looked at the other pieces that seemed to beckon to him, especially the shoulder plate armor that was near the center of the room.

More than once the ocelot found himself drifting towards the pieces of rubber that were on display as he searched for the boots, his hands almost reaching out more than once. Though he hadn't consciously told them to do that it was almost as if his hands had a mind of their own as he had to pull them back to keep them from grabbing something else. He also noticed at the same point that the rubber of the clovers was halfway up his forearms, though it appeared to no longer be spreading upwards. Likely it was waiting for one of the bracer pieces that continued to glint enticingly at him as he scanned each piece for the one he was actually looking for. Finally he came to one of the two boots and mustered his resolve to go and voluntarily put another piece of rubber on him with he suddenly felt his hand jerk to the left and take the rest of his body with it.

The sudden movement had caught Conri by surprise as he smacked into one of booths where one of the armor pieces seemed to jump from it and latch onto his upper arm. The feline let out a grunt as the synthetic substance slid onto his body and latched into place, causing another spike of pleasure to course through him. It suddenly became apparent this was going to be much harder than he thought as he tried to take a few more steps only to grab onto the now empty podium as he tried to grab for another piece only to successfully hold him back this time. As Conri slowly made his way towards the boots he realized that he was having a hard time remembering why he was avoiding something that was causing him pleasure, wondering why he would rather remain incomplete...

Eventually the ocelot made it to the piece with the boot on it and grabbed it, then tossed it to the floor before moving his foot towards it. Even before he was touching it the boot opened up and engulfed his foot, the straps that adorned it causing the rubber to tighten around his calf as Conri let out a muffled groan through the gas mask on his face. His hands went up to his head as he could feel the latex trying to take him over, the mask telling him how good it felt as he rubbed his new palms against it. The sensation of smooth against smooth only served to increase his lust more and when he turned to try and get the other boot he saw something that caused him to gasp.

One of the objects that had been nearby was a tubular piece that Conri thought might have a specific application, and though it did it wasn't what he expected as he saw it now on the end of his tail. The rubber had already started to spread just like the rest of his body and before he knew it another cuff had practically jumped off the nearby podium and latched onto his bicep. As the rubber shifted hues to a brown that matched his fur as it spread over him the armor itself changed into a different color, the one on his forearm turning a bright blue as it stretched over his palm and the back of his hand while his fingers began to swell and turn pink. It wasn't just changing him mentally, Conri thought to himself as he watched black rubber claws form on his new fingers as they stretched out to form large digits, he could feel his body being altered by them for something more suited of a drone guard.

A drone guard... just the thought of it made his entire body tremble with pleasure as he went over to the other boot with more purpose now. The suit seemed to have assimilated enough of his body that it let him go straight over to it, especially with one of his mutated, enlarged rubber hands reaching down and stroking his dick while he did so. He heard something in the background that sounded like a voice, but at this point his sole focus was getting that other rubber boot over his bare foot. It looked... unnatural to him as he went over and grabbed it, letting out a loud grown of pleasure as he felt it slide onto the unaffected appendage and completely cover it as the belts turned bright blue just like his one gauntlet.

As Conri looked down at his arms he realized that they didn't look right and that he needed to at least even them out, feeling the rubber spreading and assimilating him as he looked around before finding it. They had to be perfect and even, his mind told himself as he darted towards it and slid it on, feeling a rush of power and pleasure as it immediately adhered to the latex that had already covered his fur as well as adding its own. At this point there were only a few parts of his body left that weren't covered with either armor pieces or the rubber that spread from it, his lensed eyes looking around at what he could get at next. Though he hadn't realized it he was looking for one piece in particular, one that his lust and desire was driving him towards as he walked right past one of the key pedestals in order to get to one of the pieces near the middle.

As soon as Conri grabbed the jockstrap he pressed it up against his crotch, his knees trembling as the sensitive flesh was immediately encased in the rubbery substance while the straps moved around and attached itself to his groin. The sensation he got from it was ten times better then his hand as he could see his cock throbbing even through the bright blue armor that cupped it, the rubber inside sliding around his trapped member to give him even more stimulation as he felt the straps pressing against his cheeks. While his front was now fully rubberized there were some parts of his body that weren't, something that wouldn't do for the rubber drone as his lust-addled mind immediately running for the other pieces on the pedestals.

At this point the other pieces of rubber armor were practically leaping onto his body as he passed by them if he didn't grab them first, stimulating his form that was growing increasingly muscular underneath the rubber assimilating his fur. The brown latex formed a sort of body-suit that would have acted like a second skin if it wasn't actually his skin, not only highlighting his muscular features but also framing the blue armor pieces that continued to fit themselves around his body. With each piece his mind and body became more locked down to the idea of being a drone guard, a rubber creature in service to the Sabredrones as several bands wrapped themselves around his tail. He was so enraptured with the idea of completing his look he hadn't even realized that the collar had fused to his neck and the gas mask hood became his head, assimilating him completely as he became a creature of shiny lateax.

When the final piece had been lowered onto himself, the chest armor that covered his pectorals and shoulders, the rubber ocelot drone finally felt complete. He was rewarded for his obedience by being allowed to orgasm, his latex cock being massaged inside its protective piece until his entire body practically spasmed from the force of his climax. He was so enthralled with his new body he didn't even notice the other Sabredrones walking into the room, one of them with a leash to lead him out of the room. It wasn't needed though, Conri's corrupted mind more than eager to follow them out as he continued to rub against his new shiny body...

Meanwhile back in the room the Sabredrones that were watching all had dumbfounded looks on their faces, save for Serathin himself who merely continued to eat from the box of candy that he had fished out of his snack tray. "He just... totally embraced it in the middle of his challenge," the naga said, the others also nodding as he looked down at Serathin. "You said you turned down the hypnotic power on his mask, right?"

"By half at least," Serathin replied once he had swallowed the mouthful of candy. "I certainly can't knock the ocelot for his good taste, but it did seem like the others where he had given in before he was supposed to. I've already lowered the difficulty as much as I think it reasonable... perhaps it's the hypnosis that's causing people to fall so quickly just in general."

"Um... sir..." the controller sabredrone said, causing the overlord to turn to look at him. "I really think that you-"

"I have an idea!" the naga interrupted, sticking his serpentine snout between Serathin and the controller sabredrone. "Why not leave the visor completely off for the next one? If it really is the hypnosis that is turning these player's minds to rubber before the rest of them, then if they don't have it on it should even the playing field!"

Before the controller sabredrone could move around the hood of the naga sabredrone and say what he was about to Serathin looked back at the screen where the scene had changed once more, this time focusing on someone strapped by the hands and ankles to a pole that was anchored to the floor in an upright position. "That actually makes a lot of sense," the overlord said with a smile as he patted the naga sabredrone on the head. "Good idea, let's go ahead and remove the mask before she wakes up. Speaking of, who do we have next on our little game show?"

"...this is Shy," the controller sabredrone replied, fuming slightly as the naga sabredrone leaned back into his seat to find that the overlord had already moved on from their conversation. "She's a dragonling that was lured into our clutches after buying food for her settlement from a nearby gas station. Before we continue on however I really do think we-"

"A dragonling?" Serathin stated, looking over at the female figure that was mostly human but still had definite draconic creatures like a small tail and finned ears. "Interesting... and I see that we have her in the wrap room, this should certainly be interesting." The muzzle of the controller sabredrone opened once more but the lights were dimming once more as they saw the figure begin to stir. "Ohhh, she's starting to wake up, will be interesting to see what happens with the mask off now..."