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The Latex Drug

Part 4

For SiennatheValoinx

By Draconicon

Sienna the Valoinx drone followed its owner out of the Drone Room. The other drones followed it with their eyes, and it knew that they were idling, not jealous. Emotions were...different for drones. They were present, of course, but it was able to control them rather than the other way around. At least, for now it was. Its owner could override that at any time, forcing it to feel the things that the owner wished for it to feel, and that would be all good and right.

The Valoinx drone was allowed to walk on two legs, and it did so with pride as it strode through the larger chamber where the club was running its main activities. It could see the other dancers, the ones that were only partially covered with latex, and could make out others that were gradually giving into the pleasure that only L could give them. Some straddled the counter at the center of the room where the Stimulation-L was handed out, and some of them were thrusting their hips as they were stimulated in ways that they had never been before.

Latex cocks and latex pussies were squirting, the juices flying out against the end of their genitals before falling down, as if they were caught in a particularly stretchy condom. It watched the demonstrations, the pleasure, before another tug on its leash pulled it along.

Sienna the Valoinx drone thought that, perhaps, it would be put up for use again in the main room. With its pussy gone, only its ass was available for use, but the pleasure that it could gain from that was certainly sufficient. It remembered how it had been fucked and rutted by any number of the clients in the club, and it remembered cumming multiple times to the sensation.

Yet, no, that was not what its owner decided that it would be made to do. They walked out of the club, instead, passing through the front door and out onto the street. Gasps of shock and awe filled the air as those still waiting to get into the club despite the late hour saw the drone, and its master pulled it to a halt.

"Display yourself."

What had been Sienna the Valoinx would have hesitated, mostly out of sheer embarrassment at going this far, but the drone had no such compunctions. It smiled, thrusting its hips forward as it spread its legs, showing off the smoothness down there, the lack of pussy. It rubbed over the empty area with pride, showing just how drone-like it had become, before running its hands over its sides, and then up to its breasts. Its bare, big, heavy breasts that were so much nicer than the smaller pair that it had had before.

The drone moaned, the sound electronic and soft, almost artificial, and its ass clenched and squeezed on nothing. It groped itself, squeezing its own tits, feeling the weight and heft of them as it bounced them for the crowd. More than one person turned to stare, their eyes wide, boners growing in pants, some skirts and pants getting wet in the crotch.

Its master pulled on its leash gently, and the drone moaned, falling to its knees. The buck pulled the leash in a certain way, and it felt as if a command had come into its head.

Display itself. That was what it needed to do, and it had yet to display the best part.

Sienna the Valoinx drone fell to all fours, turning around and pulling at its ass cheeks, pulling them apart to show the pucker between. Not virginal nor ruined, the hole was presented as something that would be most pleasant to fuck. The seed that had been inside had finally been drained, it realized, and that meant that it would need more lube.

Doubtlessly its owner would provide some at need. Sienna reached back, the drone rubbing its smooth fingers against its hole, feeling it stretch slightly, feeling it open against the touch.

More, it felt pleasure, pleasure signals that contrasted with the constant stimulation going on just under the smoothness of its crotch. It groaned softly, needily in that electronic tone, unable to help itself.

As expected, the crowd soon grew livelier. Men and women alike seemed interested in it, and the drone swayed its ass back and forth.

"What the hell is this?"

The shout came from a car that was slowing down as it approached, but the drone didn't look. It was following commands, showing off. There was no need to consider the rest of the world right then. The rest of the world was its owner's purview, and that meant that it needed to keep following orders until it was told to do otherwise. It slid a finger past its pucker, groaning under its breath as it savored the feeling of being filled.

Owner Charles laid its leash on the drone's head, turning aside to speak to someone else. In the meantime, the drone kept up its show, ignoring the grunting and growling and whispered words that were happening out of sight.

As it slid four fingers up its asshole, the crowd started to push against the lines that had formed. Some were tempted to leave the line, to use the drone instead of going inside to get their L. They wanted to have fun, after all, and they had someone right there that they could enjoy. Sienna the Valoinx drone shivered as it imagined being fucked all night long, feeling them gripping the handlebars at its waist, forcing their cocks inside of its ass, or getting too impatient and getting the horn handlebars at its head, forcing their dicks down its throat.

It was a good drone, and as such, such thoughts got it horny.

It moaned, thrusting its ass back, putting the arousal to use to continue the assigned function that it had been given. The bigger cheeks clapped softly as they rolled, and the Valoinx's tail was nice and high, giving everyone a perfect view of its rear end. It was a sex toy, a drone-toy, something to be used and then cast aside at need.

I am Sienna the Valoinx drone. How may I serve?

Yes, that would be a good thing to say, at least when it was allowed to speak again. In the meantime, the drone kept fingering itself, letting out electronic moans for the benefit of the crowd.

It didn't take long before one of them stepped out, trying to grab it. He managed to get a grip on one of its handlebars, squeezing it tight, and the drone let out a warbling moan through its voicebox.

"Mmmmm..."

The sound must have enticed the customer - a bull - but it also informed its owner that something was happening. The buck immediately returned, and Owner Charles grabbed hold of the leash. The drone immediately stood up, despite the pleasure that was coursing through its body through the grip on its handholds, and the buck laid into the bull.

"Did I say that you were allowed to touch my drone?"

"She was putting it out there, man. Come on, let me have a go."

"One: the drone is an it, at this point. There is nothing in there besides the identity that the owner chose, and for now, I choose for this to be an 'it'. Two: you were not allowed to take charge and have your fun with it, because I did not give it permission to slut around, merely to show off. Three: there is a cop right behind us that is looking for someone to take in to fill up his quota, and do you want that to be the reason that you don't get into the club tonight?"

The drone processed that information, putting it into its databanks for later. The owner had kept it from being arrested. That was a good thing to know.

As it did so, the bull looked over their shoulders, glancing at whatever had been making the noise earlier, then tried to get back in line. Unsurprisingly, he was made to walk all the way to the back after stepping out in the first place. Sienna the Valoinx drone nodded to itself, feeling that was only just.

The owner turned to it, nodding in approval.

"You did good. I'm proud of you."

Just like before, that statement sent a surge of pleasure through the drone, though it was done in a different way than it had been done before. Rather than a merely emotional rush, this felt like a burst of pleasure between its legs, adding to the Stimulation-L that was burning through its concealed pussy. Its asshole clenched tight once more, as if it hadn't just had four fingers rammed inside of it, keeping it open as it could be.

Sienna bowed its head, thanking its master for the praise without a word. It submitted to the pleasure of the leash again, allowing itself to be pulled, not towards the street or the alley, but towards the cop car.

There was a Doberman standing at the front door of the vehicle, one that looked at it with his head cocked to one side behind a pair of sunglasses. Despite the night time, there were plenty of lights, so the drone understood wanting to protect one's vision.

The police officer leaned in, looking into the drone's fake eyes, and then into the lenses proper. A flashlight came out, flicking back and forth over its vision, and it held as still as possible in the process.

"There's nothing wrong with this one, at least," the policeman said. "Sorry for the trouble, sir. Sometimes, they're taken out without any sort of conditioning."

"I know my business, officer. I know how much it needs."

"Just make sure that you let it go when it's all done, okay?"

"That was the plan."

"Take care."

"Before you go, officer," Owner Charles said. "Would you like to take it for a ride? I imagine that there isn't much chance to experience a drone for yourself."

"...I admit, it's been a while."

Sienna the Valoinx drone - and no, it couldn't stop thinking of itself like that - stared straight ahead the whole time. There was an interesting feeling surrounding the possibility of being fucked right then and there by the cop, it had to admit. There was a bit of a shame around the idea of being sold like that, of being offered without its own consent, but that was part of the fun. Being owned meant that it didn't have to worry about making a decision. Its owner did all the work for it.

The slight feeling of shame melted quickly after that reminder popped into its head. There was no need for shame; owner would keep shameful things from happening, so the only thing that it needed to worry about was making sure that the owner was kept happy, and that meant absolute obedience.

Taking the suggestion as an order, the Valoinx drone leaned forward against the police car, putting its ass out. The curves that had been added in the drone room made it very bouncy, very curvy, very broad, and it could feel the mass of its own ass swaying as it got into position. It laid its hands against the car, and then pushed its tail up, and then off to the side. One hand went back, spreading its ass cheeks, showing off the pucker between.

"...It's got some initiative, I see."

"That, and it's rather creative at interpreting commands, but the individuality is nice," Owner Charles said. "So, your decision?"

"...Fuck it, I'm not due back at the station for another hour."

"I hope you're alright with public."

"Drones aren't considered quite as much of a public indecency, by law. I should be fine."

The drone smiled at that, or at least, the eyes on its face did. It pushed its hips back that little bit more, and was rewarded by the feeling of a big, fat dog dick riding between the cheeks. The eye marks smiled even more, and it wiggled its ass back and forth, rubbing it between the cheeks before starting to bounce a little bit, twerking around the shaft.

"Man, it's got it bad."

"Yes, it is quite eager," Owner Charles said. "Before, too."

"I guess it takes all sorts."

"No dominance in this one. It needed an owner."

That was more true than Sienna the Valoinx drone would have expected, but as soon as it heard the statement, it recognized the truth of it. The L had brought out the submissive nature that the Valoinx had, and the drone side of things had made it realize just how good it felt to have someone else calling the shots, to have someone else telling it what to do. The moans that came from deep within got stronger, and it pushed its ass back all the more insistently.

Finally, the Doberman grabbed it by the handles, and the pleasure - a pleasure that went right through its ass and through its pussy at the same time - grabbed it hard enough to start moaning again. It went stock-still, becoming more of a breeding post than anything else, and its tail froze in place like another hand-hold.

The Doberman ground his cock between its ass cheeks, and the drone moaned through the voice box. It could feel the slick pre-cum that was oozing all over its rump, knew that it was going to be marked and shiny from this, and it looked forward to the penetration.

It was so different feeling that cock against its hole now compared to how it felt before it had been latexified like this. The sensation was less a feeling of pressure, and more a sensation of being stretched. It was like it was being pushed open rather than being made to open, its rim expanding as it was pushed on.

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

Sienna the Valoinx drone groaned to itself, panting in an artificial way that it realized that it didn't actually have to do. This was purely for the pleasure of the one using it, not for the need for oxygen. The L that had turned it had apparently done more to its body than just turn it into a basic latex shell.

And then, the tip pushed forward.

"Mmmmm, thank you, sir. Please, use me sir. Use me hard," it said, the phrases coming to it like they were pre-programmed. Perhaps they were.

Either way, the Doberman was quick to start taking his pleasure, ramming into the drone with abandon. The pleasure that came from having its handlebars pulled was just as strong as the pleasure of that shaft burying itself into its ass. Warm, even hot, it was thick enough to give the drone a good stretch while not making it think of nothing else. Every thrust, every hard slam inside, gave its hole a good stretch and a good quake to the cheeks.

It groaned as it leaned more against the cop car, the metal cool against its latex breasts, feeling the chill as another stimulation that was all the more pleasant to have running through its body. It moaned happily, arching its back, grinding against the car to get more of that.

Hump, hump, hump went the cop, slamming in and out as fast as he could, dragging his cock through its bowels and then back out. Several times, the Doberman popped out, and that slick, thick shaft slid between the drone's ass cheeks before it was able to go right back in, plundering its depths again. It was a good toy, and it moaned happily every time that it was filled up again.

There was something smoother about being fucked by the big dog as he pinned it against the car, too. Without the latex, each thrust would have had a burn to it, something that forced it to acknowledge the pain with the pleasure. Not now. Now, it was filled with pleasure with each sudden expansion, moaning to itself as it felt the sliding, gliding motions. It was almost as if the shaft was too lubed up to bother it, except that it wasn't.

This was merely the power of latex, and the pleasure of a drone.

The electronic moans that it made only got louder the longer that it was fucked, and soon, the Doberman's knot was pounding against its hole. The drone would have pushed back, made itself take it if it wasn't restrained by the grip on the handlebars. As it was, its voice shifted, begging as well as moaning.

"Fuck me, knot me. Stuff that knot inside me, fuck me full. Stretch me on that big fat knot..."

It was happy to beg, and it could tell that the big dog was happy to be begged for his knot. The policeman thrust forward again, the knot grinding against the drone's hole. It stretched out -

POP!

And then it was in.

POP!

Then it was out again, and in again, and out, the stretch of latex allowing the thick thing to pummel the drone's hole in a way that no living person could take. The drone leaned its head back, eyes going crazy. The Valoinx buried in the drone-flesh could feel the eyes going crazy, making different shapes, different forms, almost like something was shorting out. The stimulation continued, the knot-fucking getting more and more intense, more and more rough, right up until -

"NNNNGH!"

The Doberman didn't make it back in for the last thrust, his cock popping free. Hot strings of seed splattered against the drone's back, soaking into the latex, shining it up as more and more landed.

The drone moaned, and its owner took its leash once more. Just like that, it stood up as if nothing had been happening, the moaning stopping, the pleasure joining the constant edging feeling in its pussy way down in the background.

"Feel better, officer?" the buck asked.

"Mmmph...much," the Doberman said as he zipped up. "Really clean, too."

"I prefer my drones as such."

"Well, you have good taste. Safe night, sir."

"Safe night."

The policeman drove off, and the buck turned it to face him again. Sienna the Valoinx drone moaned softly as he ran his fingers along its cheeks, making it look him in the eye.

"Did you like that?"

"I did, Owner."

"Do you want to be sold like that?"

"If you want me to be, Owner."

"Do you want to be used over and over again?"

"Yes, Owner."

"Then come along."

He walked, and it followed, knowing that its life was going to be very different for the next few days.

"Do you have any sort of cloud storage, drone?"

"Yes, Owner."

"Here." He handed it a piece of paper and a pen. "Write it down for me. You're going to want that later."

"Yes, Owner."

The days passed in a blur. Sienna the Valoinx drone slipped in and out of consciousness, mostly due to the fact that its Owner was regularly putting it into different states of being, forcing it to learn how to act and react when it was in different states of existence, different modes of awareness.

When it was online, it was constantly in use. It began to learn the shapes of cocks merely by the different features that they had, by the feeling of their lengths inside of its body. When that was no longer sufficient, it began to learn them by the feeling of their seed left behind, either on its body or inside of it, from the slick thinness of a canine's seed to the terrible viscosity of a horse's cum, there was always something to set it apart from the other species' seed.

The drone laid in it, was bathed in it, was washed in it. The smell of it was nearly perpetual, and was only ever drowned out by its own skin. The medical, rubber smell of the latex that it was covered in, that made it up, was all that could overcome it.

The drone was used, and used regularly. When it was not being fucked, then it was being posed. When it was not being posed, then it was being displayed in public. When it was not going through that, it was made to write, to clean, to do tasks that were suitable for a drone that did not need to think or consider other things.

Dignity was gone. There was no need for it as a drone. It did not need to care when it was made to force its ass against the window, to allow itself to be fingered at a party, to be cleaned and then made to serve drinks along its slippery form. Dignity, shame, modesty: such concepts were dismissed, left on the cutting room floor.

Bits of pleasure intruded over the days that it was a drone. Pleasure from sex, pleasure from service, pleasure from the praise of its Owner. All of these things slipped through the net of denial, coming into the core of awareness, and they were treasured.

Little by little, however, the haze of debauchery covered up memory, and the drone merely existed through the next few days...

Sienna woke with a start as the alarm went off. Her mind took a second or two to realize that it needed to do something, that there was a requirement that the alarm was nudging her to.

Right...gotta...gotta turn it off...

It felt like it took forever for her to understand what she needed to do, but at least she was able to tap the button and turn off the alarm without any further confusion. The lavender-furred Valoinx slumped back on the bed, and she blinked as she realized that she really was staring at lavender fur again.

She turned her hands back and forth in front of her face, fighting the urge to laugh as she looked at herself once more. There was something grand, in a way, about losing the blackness that had covered her arms, her face, her everything up until that point.

"Wow...it's actually over..."

She looked down at her body. She was naked, and no surprise; she'd not worn clothes for the entire time that she'd been a drone, as there'd been no need. Drones didn't have clothes, after all.

Looking at her breasts, she was actually rather thankful that they'd shrunk down a little bit. She had been fine with the bigger things, but there was something about having them at the right size that just...felt better, for lack of a better term. They weren't heavy, exactly, but they were more her.

Her ass, on the other hand, she did miss. She rolled onto her side, running her hand down her hip, and Sienna frowned as she felt how much smaller that was, now. Running her hand along the curve of her rump, she kept expecting it to fill her hand more than it did, and she frowned more.

A little rub along her pucker proved that the looseness of the last couple of days was gone, particularly as she tried to push a finger inside dry and only ended up wincing. She pulled her hand back, shaking her head.

At least the Stimulation-L was gone. She vaguely remembered starting to go crazy as the latex started fading along the outer layers, feeling the arousal burning through her as the Drone-L started fading with it. That let all the other stuff come rising to the top, and...well, there'd been a lot of pent-up need.

She had a vague memory of stopping her 'owner' in the process of taking her home, fingering herself and squirting out the window of his car again and again. There'd been at least three other vehicles that she'd showered in the process, and her cheeks burned as she realized that those people had probably seen her in all her naked glory in the transformation back to normal.

God, that was...embarrassing...

She rubbed the back of her head as she reached for the nightstand, hoping that her phone was there. It was, and she opened the lock screen, wondering if Charles had left her any messages or explanations.

Surprisingly, her one-time owner had. She fumbled with the screen for a moment or two, having to remember how to tell herself to do things, and eventually got the message on the screen. She fumbled it a few times, having to remember how to move the text up and down, but eventually, she was able to read it properly.

**My Darling Drone,

I hope that you will remember the time that you spent under me fondly. Rest assured that this buck will remember just how enjoyable you were for a long time to come. I imagine that you will be busy for a while, figuring out whether you wish to continue your use of L and its various forms, and whether it is suitable for you to continue such things at all, even if you are most eager to be controlled.

I cannot tell you whether to do this again, but I can express my hopes that, if you so chose to continue your drone days, that you will remember me and allow me to be your owner again.

Considering that we were little more than a chance meeting at the club, I would understand fully you feeling reticent about such a thing. However, to show that I am sincere in my intentions, I have included - with your stated permission - a link to a private video folder that explains and demonstrates in detail the various things that you were put through during your two days under my control.**

Sienna had to pause for a moment, rubbing her eyes and swearing that she'd read that wrong. Two days? She hadn't thought that the Drone-L would last that long, but apparently she had been completely mistaken. She kept reading.

**After you have reviewed the videos, perhaps you will do me the favor of calling me to let me know your final decision. I will understand, however, if you wish to keep this to a one-time thing. With all due respect, I believe that you make such a fine drone that you should consider doing this more often, but I am not one to control you once you are off the leash.

I wish you all the best in your life, and may your days be good, and your nights better.

Sincerely,

Charles**

The Valoinx put the letter down on the nightstand, rubbing her head as she sat up completely. Her body was still a bit off, and she realized that the Drone-L had left her with a bit of a disconnect outside of her autonomous functions. Having to tell herself to do things that she was so used to having happen on their own was...disconcerting, to say the least, and she had to admit that it was something that worried her about taking it again.

That said, there was no denying that even her scattered, fuzzy memories painted a picture of pleasure that she would be more than happy to experience again. It was just whether she could trust herself...

She blushed as she remembered how quickly her mind had changed as soon as a little L had gotten into her system. The way that she had been so eager to sink further and further into the submissive debauchery as the black goo had covered more of her body should have been terrifying, but instead, it had been...well, liberating was the only word that she could think to use. It had allowed her to be herself in a way that nothing else had ever done.

Sienna looked down at her hands, still feeling weirdly relieved and sad at the same time to see her fur rather than the goo. She clenched her hands together, taking a deep breath, and then leaned back onto her bed.

Maybe I'll watch that video...in a bit...

Having a horrible feeling that watching the video files was going to lead to her fingering herself for a few hours, the Valoinx got to her feet again and walked to the shower. If she was going to start getting dirty, she might as well get clean first. She had a horrible feeling that she hadn't gotten much in the way of showers while she was covered in the latex goo, and even if that had been replaced by skin and fur again, she didn't want to think about how filthy she might have gotten over the last two days.

When she returned to her bed, she reached out and pulled her computer out from under the mattress. Setting it up next to the TV, she scrolled through the files and queued up the ones that seemed to be the most pertinent to her time as a drone. She put them into a playlist, plugged the laptop into the TV, and then sat down on the bed to watch the whole thing.

The Valoinx got through about five minutes before she had to pause it, her face red as could be as she stared at the still image of an orca and a rat working together to plunder her ass.

I can't believe they can fit...

But not only did they fit, but she was enjoying it. She could see the expression her drone face was making on the video, and while it was a bit cartoonish, looking like some sort of digital read-out of a happy face, she couldn't deny that it was a good show.

Despite herself, the Valoinx reached up and groped her chest to the show, seeing her bigger breasts swinging back and forth under her as she rode the two cocks. The sight of her body like that, completely sexualized, completely under someone else's control, should have been rather terrifying, and in a way, it was. Thinking of someone that wasn't trustworthy having her like that...

But that wasn't what had happened. Charles had looked after her, chased off the people that would be cruel to her. Yes, he had pimped her out...multiple times, apparently...but he had kept video to show her who and how it happened. Not everyone would have done something like that.

She didn't know if she wanted to drone again so soon, but...well, maybe he could be trustworthy.

The Valoinx turned the video file to play again, hoping that she could make it through at least one of the recordings without giving into the temptation to masturbate. The idea of being quite that helpless to images of herself being used was still a weird thing.

When she felt her fingers drifting over her clit merely a few minutes later, she groaned, pulling it back and sitting on it. When that hand went after her ass instead a few minutes after that, Sienna grumbled, pulling them behind her head and leaning against them. When that didn't work and her tail decided to pick up the slack, she finally gave up the ghost and rolled off the bed, feeling around under the mattress again.

"Where did I leave that bag..."

Eventually, she was able to root the old toy bag out from under her bed. It had been a while since she had used any of them, but considering what she had gone through over the last two days, she was feeling fairly confident that the usual fingering wasn't going to be enough to get her off. Latex stretching or no, her body was going to be used to more extreme play, and she was going to need everything she had.

Gathering a dog-cock dildo, a couple of bottles of lube - hopefully not expired - and a back-up toy for when she got around to her other end, she laid back down on the bed. She thought about how it had felt to be anal-only for what time she could remember, and wondered how it would feel to try that for longer periods of time.

Then she put those thoughts on the back-burner. For now, she had other things that she wanted to focus on...mostly herself, and seeing just how far she might have gone without remembering it.

She played the video file again, this time not planning to stop until it was done, or she was out cold from cumming her brains out.

The End