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The main meeting hall was buzzing with activity as Chrono watched all the heads of the various clans in the realm talking with one another. While they weren't necessarily anything special, not even Renzyl had assigned them such a position, when there were untold number of minions scattered about the realm, both personal and Nexus, it was good to have those who was able to take the groups that formed and organized them. It was also a little intimidating; not only were the group leaders there but also all the Generals and some Collectors that had been there as well, and all of them were expecting Renzyl to step up to the front and tell them what was going on. As Chrono continued to sit there he had his pet doppelganger sitting to one side of him and Adraxi on the other.

"You should probably get up there pretty soon," the marble rubber dragon whispered to the acting nexus creature. "Everyone has been here for a few minutes already and they're going to wonder why Renzyl isn't speaking to them about why the realm has been disconnected from the rest of the nexus. Also Ishmael is still running amok out there infected with a parasite that could potentially take out everything here."

"Thank you for the recap Adraxi," Chrono stated in a very Renzyl-like fashion, getting into the character as he took a deep breath. "But you're right, they're going to start getting suspicious. Wish me luck."

Chrono could feel his stomach doing flips as he stepped into the rubber paws of one of the most powerful creatures in the nexus realm and was about to address all of his most influential minions. What if they figure it out the second he opens his mouth and they start to revolt? As Chrono he might be able to get things back under control but who knows how long that's going to take, and with parasite Ishmael out there every second that they waste was another potential creature that he infects. If they were going to pull this off quickly and cleanly he was going to have to step up, coughing slightly when he got to the head of the meeting room table and causing the entire room to go completely silent.

"I want to thank everyone for responding to my summons so quickly," Chrono started, channeling every ounce of Renzyl that he could. "Less than an hour ago a creature has escaped from the Forbidden Gallery, the nature of which is extremely dangerous and very hard to find. While this realm is in no immediate danger if this creature should extend its influence to the nexus at large then we could see an extinction level event of multiple planets. This is the reason why we are quarantined from the rest of the nexus and it will continue to stay that way until we find this thing and bring it back to the Forbidden Gallery where it belongs."

"How dangerous are we talking about?" one of the nagas near the back asked as he raised his hand in the air. "Can it... kill us?"

"No," Chrono quickly affirmed, causing many to release the breath they had been holding. "But ironically it's extremely corruptive in nature and if you are infected you are going to act out your desires without any regard for the consequences of them. Given our nature we can expect that this would throw the entire realm into sheer chaos and that is something that I do not want to see happen. Now these are your assignments, make sure you take them back to your respective groups and let them know that if you come across someone who has been infected by this creature you have to take certain precautions."

Chrono went on to explain what the parasite was and the potential dangers, as well as the potential identity of the one who is currently possessed by it. He also made sure that the Collectors that were specialized in high-risk targets knew that they were on stand-by and that the hypnagas were considered to be on lockdown until further notice. When General Sulvino asked why they couldn't help Chrono deftly explained that if this parasite managed to infect one hypnaga then they may as well give up the ghost, the rate of infection would be astronomical as their abilities would be turned on their own. The hypnaga shrugged and agreed and the rest of the meeting went off without a hitch before Chrono dismissed all of them.

It appeared that the ruse had continued to go unnoticed as everyone quickly filed out to bring news to their respective groups that this was happening, finally allowing his hands to shake once he was sure they were alone. "You did good," Adraxi said as he patted Chrono on the shoulder before sitting down himself. "Plus right now everyone is more concerned about catching this creature then whether or not their master is who he says he is, so I think you're in the clear."

"Well that's great to hear," Chrono replied. "But that still leaves us with a crazed lizardman, or allosaur, or whatever this parasite has morphed him into, and no idea what any of the other symptoms are. All it's going to take is one minion that desires to rule this place or become Renzyl or be a hypnaga and this whole thing comes crashing down around us."

"Don't forget that it's probably still very weak," Adraxi stated. "Eons in solitary confinement surrounded my mystical energy that saps your powers will probably leave you feeling more than a little light-headed. If it had the power to turn someone into a hypnaga instead of a great artist it probably would have done so by now."

Chrono just nodded and got up form his chair, but as he did so a new problem entered into his mind that hew as reminded of from their latest conversation. This creature needed to be trapped in a void egg in order to make sure that it didn't escape, something that he was pretty sure even Renzyl had a hard time creating. Not to mention the second he pulled in some of it that would probably strip him of his disguise, so unless he got some alone time with it he would be exposing himself to everyone. But that didn't matter at the moment, he told himself as he went back over to the research department, hoping that maybe he would get lucky and find him skulking about around there.

Unfortunately not only was Ishmael not there when he talked to the other researchers if they had ever known or seen him before they all drew a blank. It was clear that the lizardman had never even tried to actually get involved them, whether it was because he thought that he wasn't good enough for them or was just too shy it didn't matter. Chrono thanked him and left the researchers to their work, scratching his head on where he could possibly go next. He thought about possibly trying to figure out where this Ishmael hung out or what else he liked to do, but with the parasite controlling him there's no telling where he might actually be...

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Meanwhile a latex lizardman whistled to himself as he hauled a box of supplies back from the garden, mostly fruits that he had picked himself in order to help out the chefs that worked in the kitchen. Though none of the creatures in the realm actually ate it was still fun from time to time to savor flavors that came from an exquisitely cooked meal, though in Arthin's case he was just happy to help out. Those out in the gardens had stacked him up rather high however and he was having trouble making sure that everything stayed balanced. He was doing fairly well with it too... until he felt his foot hit something that caused him to topple over.

Arthin let out a cry as the crates and the produce they contained went tumbling to the ground, the fruit scattering everywhere as he hit the dirt with a loud thud. The lizardman groaned and slowly got to his feet as he glanced at the mess that he had created with his clumsiness. Thankfully all the produce he had was rubberized, which meant that a quick wash under the sink would get the dirt off, but the real task was going to be picking everything up and putting it back in its proper place. When he looked behind him to see what he could have possibly tripped on that caused such a full he was confused to see nothing but the path behind him without any obstructions.

"You alright there?" a voice said suddenly, causing the lizardman to look up right into the grinning face of a vibrantly painted rubber dinosaur. "Looks like you took quite a tumble."

"Yeah..." Arthin said as he took the hand that had been offered and got back onto his feet. "Strange, I could have sworn that my foot hit something that was on the path." The lizardman scratched his head for a second before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. "Perhaps I kicked whatever it was further down the path... or I guess it could just be my own clumsiness."

The anthro allosaur just shrugged his shoulders and as Arthin had a chance to take a good look at the creature he let out a slight murr of approval despite himself. This rubber creature looked like he probably was part of Sivilath's crew, the coloration of the rubber on his scales able to shift slightly over his extremely well-defined muscles. "So since I'm here," the creature, who introduced himself as Ishmael, said as those crystal clear eyes locked onto his. "Perhaps I could be of some help?"

"Oh... yeah..." Arthin replied, blushing slightly as he looked away from the extremely handsome, muscular creature and looked down at the produce he had spilled. "If you could just give me a hand with this that would be great. If you would just load up everything into the baskets I can sort and arrange myself..."

Arthin trailed off as he realized that the other male had closed the distance to him, to the point where when he looked back their muzzles nearly touched. "That's not what I meant," Ishmael countered. "I meant help you with becoming what you really want to be in this realm, a true subservient that wishes only to serve others and to be rewarded as such. I can make that happen with a little invention that I cooked up in one of my creative bursts..."

This close to the latex allosaur Arthin could see that the creature had some sort of clear veins or something that ran along his chest and arms, the clear translucent nature of it making him think that this suddenly helpful individual was also part goo as Ishmael produced a pair of goggles from the bag on his side. "Something to really put the submissive side in all of us," the allosaur said with a grin as he put the innocuous-looking lenses in his hands. "All you have to do is put them on and you can really let your servant side run rampant and help you focus your thoughts on just executing the orders given to you, just like being a drone, in fact."

A shiver ran down Arthin's spine as he heard the word drone, clutching the goggles slightly as the bigger male began to shift around until he was at his side. Though the lizardman had considered becoming a drone of the realm before he wasn't sure if he wanted everything else that came with it. He loved to serve, that part the allosaur had right, but that was really it and he didn't want to waste Master Renzyl's time in turning him into something that he might have to turn right back. It appeared this one had a solution though that would benefit him though as he took the goggles and held them up to the light. He was so preoccupied with them that he failed to notice that the gooey tendrils on the otherwise rubber creature's body had begun to lift off of his chest and shoulders while the allosaur got behind him.

As Ishmael watched the curious creature start to investigate what been given to him the parasite infested rubber creature knew that he had gotten him. Thanks to the special abilities not only was he able to pick out the weakness of his prey, the latent desire to serve, but also came up with the stroke of brilliance in the googles in the first place. Once they were put into place the transformation would start and the creature would be too lost in the lust of his own changes to know what else was happening to him. After all, Ishmael thought as his semi-translucent tongue slithered out of his mouth, why shouldn't they benefit from all the work that they had put into fulfilling their desires?

Though Arthin could feel the other male growing increasingly amorous he didn't mind it at all, his own arousal starting to stir as his rubber maleness began to grow and swell. It appeared that the creator of the goggles had an idea for what his first submissive act was going to be, he thought with a chuckle, and that seemed to seal the deal for him. It couldn't hurt to indulge a little bit and test out this item for the researcher, most creatures would fight for such an honor as he pressed the latex seal against his own synthetic scales. Almost instantly he felt the rubber around his eyes begin to shift and as he looked through the clear lenses swirls began to appear to help transition the lizardman into his new life.

As soon as Ishmael saw that the lizardman had succumbed to his desires it was time for him to go to work, the infested allosaur pushing his chest up against him. Almost immediately the gooey tendrils pushed their way from his body onto their new host, causing the other rubber creature to gasp slightly. The hypnosis that was being shown to Arthin was merely a smokescreen to keep the lizardman distracted as he initiated the true means of his domination. His translucent tongue slid back out past his lips and pushed its way into the ear hole of the lizardman as the scales around the goggles became smooth and melded with the lenses.

Arthin shuddered in pure pleasure as he could feel something pushing its way into his mind. When he tried to let out a gasp of pleasure he found that his lips had sealed shut, the mask that his head was forming turning into a gas mask as tubes began to form from his muzzle. It was one of the marks of a true drone and as clear, gooey tendrils quickly spread over his heaving chest he felt himself growing rock hard from the thought. The parasite needed little to prompt the lizardman, altering the forming drone to not only be subservient to others but to recognize it as his new master. Much like the allosaur that had started to push his cock into the latex tailhole of the other male he was becoming linked to the alien creature with every second that those tendrils spread over his body.

As Ishmael finished up with infesting the lizardman's brain he pushed his tongue in so deep that it could be seen bulging out the forming gas mask before finally withdrawing. With the infestation complete the parasite-ridden creature knew that Arthin was theirs, which meant they could indulge in a little fun while they waited for their new drone to finish. The allosaur took the air hoses that were handing down from Arthin's muzzle and brought them to a bulge that was forming on his back. What would normally be an air tank was actually filled with the clear goo that was spreading over his increasingly featureless body, especially the bulge that formed in between his legs after his cock had become completely enveloped.

"Whom do you serve now?" Ishmael asked with a growl as he thrusted hard into the quivering creature before him.

"I... serve..." Arthin replied, his words hard to form as goo continued to push its way through every aspect of his body. "Master... Renzyl..."

"Renzyl did not give you this body," Arthin stated with a growl, reaching down and squeezing the groin of the forming drone to cause the lizardman to squirm and huff. "We have given you this body, which means that we are your master now. If you do not wish to have it though we can stop now and take it back from you..."

Arthin was having an increasingly hard time forming his thoughts, partially from the thick cock that was being thrusted into him as his still changing body was being groped while also having the reprogramming fed straight into him from the parasite in his mind. While the bond with Renzyl was incredibly strong the fact that it was another minion that was providing such a powerful leash was incredibly intoxicating. When he thought about Ishmael being his master it caused a spasm of pure bliss that was accompanied by another thrust, and the more he thought about it the more the allosaur pounded into him. Soon it was all he could think about as the drone was rewarded with a steady rhythm of thrusts to reinforce who owned him now.

"Yes, yes Master Ishmael!" Arthin shouted, though his entire head was covered with a stylized gas mask his words were as clear as day. "Please, infest me, make me yours! I wish to serve!"

The parasite that had now completely taken both of them rewarded its two new thralls with an orgasm that brought both to their knees, the two rubber creatures moaning loudly as Ishmael felt his mind returning to him slightly. As his twitching cock continued to remain inside the tailhole of his new thrall he used his new clarity of mind to look at what he had just created. The lizardman had become a fairly simple drone form, though the gasmask was intricately detailed with silver filigree and blue tinted lenses in the otherwise smooth black rubber while the two hoses connected to the back. The rest of the lizardman's body was lithe and firm and looked like it was merely a lizardman covered in a black bodysuit, though Ishmael's artistic endeavors wouldn't allow it to remain like that as he reached over and grabbed a tin of silver paint...

Meanwhile a raptor worked steadily in the pantry putting food away in its proper order for the chefs to find. Though they were rubber creatures that were sustained by the magical energies of the nexus realm they did enjoy the pleasure that came with eating a meal from time to time. There were not many that found the joy in organizing such things so Daneel often found himself alone, which was just fine with him as he looked at his clipboard on where to go next. As he walked around one of the corners he looked up just in time to fine someone standing there that caused him to jump slightly.

"Wow, is that you Arthin?" the raptor commented as he looked the drone up and down, looking at the lizardman as he stood there. The creature holding the produce boxes had on silver gauntlets with black tubes that went back towards a backpack that also was hooked into the hoses that led to the lizardman's new gas mask. "You finally decided to go the drone route, huh?"

"Drone is ready to serve," Arthin replied simply as he took the produce and put it on a nearby table, showing off the other silver plates that adorned his otherwise black rubber body.

"I can certainly see that," Daneel replied as he licked his lips, feeling his lust rise as he looked down at the throbbing bulge. "Drone life looks good on you, did Renzyl take to your change or did you have one of the others do it for you."

There was a moment of pause as those glowing blue eyes before the drone stepped forward. "Drone requires a controller," Arthin said simply. "Does Daneel wish to take on the task?"

Once more the raptor could feel his lust spike as he considered the thought. It was no secret that Daneel did have a control streak in him, especially when it came to his organization of things, but he had never told everyone that he also fantasized about having a drone of his own. This creature seemed to know exactly what he wanted though as the lizardman drone bowed his head and nuzzled his masked face against the chest of the other male. Already Daneel could feel himself start to grow erect as the sound of their rubbery bodies being together squeaked loudly.

"I... suppose that I could take you on," Daneel said, which caused Arthin to stand up straight once more. "What would it entail?"

"You would receive the gift of my master," Arthin replied as he held up his hands, which at that point were dripping with a clear goo. "Once you have succumbed to us then you can claim your prize."

Daneel was a bit confused on what the lizardman drone was talking about, but before he could say or do anything about that information he suddenly felt those hands grab the sides of his head. The parasite controlling the drone knew that this one in front of him would be far better at spreading the infestation then the naturally subservient drone, especially since he could order the lizardman to do so once he had taken his proper place. There were a few moments of a shocked look on the raptor's face before his features began to slacken, his rubber eyes becoming half-lidded as he was guided down to his knees. The goo that had been pumped into his skull was becoming far better at subjugating these rubber creatures as the cock of the drone pushed its way out, the silver ridged rubber member also leaking with a clear goo as the muzzle of the subdued male was brought towards it.

By the time Daneel had the tip of that cock pushed against his lips he already had more of the translucent goo leaking out of his mouth and nostrils, the parasite swiftly taking him over as it capitalized on the lust of taking over another. Arthin knew that this one would be here and that he would be more then keen on his offer, and since he had been going that way anyway it was easy for the parasite to get to his next target. It was also another mind to assimilate, linking it to the others in order to continue to gain power in order to eventually infest this entire realm and eventually the entire nexus. Soon it would give everyone what they wanted in exchange for their simple subservience...

As Arthin began to move forward of his own accord in order to get more of that thickening cock inside of his maw the hands that were clasp on his head had to shift away. With the parasitic goo already inside the raptor to the point of overflowing there was no need for them to be there as the rubber underneath the drone's fingers shifted to a more angular configuration. Another gas mask was forming for the newest drone, but this one wasn't just a simple, featureless face like the one that he was sucking off. As tendrils of translucent goo spread over the raptor's body it began to mold the skull into something more, Daneel groaning as a pair of horns and finned ears grew out while the mask continued to form around his face.

As droplets of the parasite goo continued to leak out of the corners of the mouth of the raptor the face plate he wore continued to contour to his head, the familiar feel of his rubber flesh reshaping into a more draconic visage. Unlike the drone that was changing him the parasite could feel the more dominant, more controlling personality of the creature it was infesting. This one wanted to be in power but never quite had the will to assert himself over others, instead relegating everything towards the pantry and the rigid organization of everything. But now there were other thoughts that were swirling through his corrupted mind, the parasite feeding him images of himself dominating drones like the one that was thrusting his cock in and out of his maw.

The two continued like that for a few minutes until the parasite had completely integrated into this new creature's maw, the rubber raptor and dragon hybrid pulling off of the cock of the other male. There was no need for them to maintain a connection there anymore, the parasite could sense that it had already successfully integrated itself into the new host. As more of the raptor's body began to shift and morph while the clear goo tendrils latticed down his body Daneel suddenly pulled off, growling slightly as he looked at the drone that had converted him. This was not how things were supposed to be, his corrupted mind thought as he grabbed the rubber lizardman drone and spun him around, he was supposed to be the one controlling him and not the other way around.

With the drone's purpose complete it no longer needed to be dominant anymore, instead letting Arthin enjoy the fruits of his labor as he felt something pushing up inside of his tailhole already. The drone's body eagerly accepted this new control as the transforming creature behind him continued to leak more of the clear goo while pushing inside of the drone to make him his. Though the creature controlling the both of them would have like to continue to spread it was merely a force, and at the moment lust was overriding it as Daneel's feet swelled with new growth. But as Daneel began to thrust into the male beneath him his changes were not finished yet even as his physique grew more muscular.

As the newly infected creature grabbed onto the drone in front of him Daneel's entire body arched back as something began to push its way out of his back, the intense need for him to stay organized manifesting into several large rubber tentacles that grew out. The sudden sprouting of new appendages caused the dragon to hilt completely into the drone, who in response clamped back down on the cock and caused him to cum. There was so much pleasure saturating the two that everything around them was lost in the background, the still growing dragon dominating his drone as the tentacles that had slithered out into the air immediately turned back down and wrapped around the drone that had partially caused them. Even though this wasn't exactly aligned with what Daneel desired it didn't matter to the parasite, if anything it was filling a need even more as it continued to tweak the mentality of the dragon.

A few minutes later a rubber werewolf looked around the pantry, trying to find what he was looking for in order to make him and his boyfriend a special dish. "Damn... did Daneel switch around where everything is again?" The lupine said as continued walk from aisle to aisle. "I swear if I have to spend an hour looking for things I'm gonna find him and-"

As the werewolf was suddenly cut off the sound of a basket hitting the ground echoed through the room. Something had managed to sneak up behind the rubber creature and wrap around his neck, though the tentacle clearly wasn't going to stop there as it continued upwards until it had gotten into his muzzle. As the thick appendage pushed its way down into his throat he could feel something running into it, a thick and gooey substance as more tentacles came out from the darkness and wrapped around the werewolf's limbs. A few seconds later Daneel moved forward with his new drone right behind him, the muscular rubber dragon man moving forward and taking his rubber ridged cock, which oozed with a similar translucent substance that was filling the werewolf's gullet, and began to push it inside of the tailhole of the restrained male.

"Do not worry," the drone chirped as he stood in front of the werewolf, watching as his panic and shock quickly turned to a look of pure bliss as the parasite quickly reached the pleasure centers and caused the eyes of the creature to roll back into his head. "We are here to make sure that your transition into being a drone is as smooth as possible. Once master has conditioned your mind you will be released so that you can turn others into drones as well."

Unlike the lizardman that was stroking the growing cock of the vulcanized male in front of him the infested dragon had other plans for the one he was plowing, though at the moment it was merely giving the two of them as much pleasure as possible while the drone stroked the increasingly gooey body of the werewolf. While he was a decent controller and the lizardman was a perfect servant it wasn't going to be nearly enough to make sure that all fell under their sway. They were going to need those that would infect others at a much quicker pace, and he knew that the werewolf in front of him was going to be more than capable of the job as clear liquid began to drip from the fangs and claws of the quivering male...