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Everyone in the city from cop to criminal knew that there was one place that no one was allowed to go, and that was to never cross into the warehouse district. There were few that have tried, everything from cops who wished to be heroes to other aspiring criminal enterprises that wanted to eliminate the competition and even a few corporations, and with each attempt the organization just grew in influence and power while those that interfered had their lives ruined or disappeared. In just a few short years a group no one knew about had become one of the biggest players not only in the city but had started making moves in the global market. The strangest part to all those involved was that as they expanded and subsumed other rival gangs there was never any bodies that had turned up.

There was some speculation on what they did with those that they had made vanish; everything from using the warehouses they had made their headquarters to dump the bodies to chopping them up and strewing out the parts in the ocean. The problem was that no one could ever get close enough to figure out what the organization did or even how it was making its money, any leads that they tried to put out to intervene in the syndicate's revenue streams turned out to be either fake or dummy corporations. The fact that no one could get a handle on what they did to make all their funds those involved knew that they had it and they were expanding rapidly still. Something that was also very bothersome is those that they knew were in the organization had been brought in and interrogated multiple times, but in an uncharacteristic show of loyalty none of them would give up the secrets of the inner circle even with threat of imprisonment or death.

That was why Ronin had passed through the territory marked with the symbol of the syndicate several years ago, putting himself in as a plant in order to finally get to the bottom of the organization. At first it seemed like a typical undercover job and Ronin had been put to the usual guard duty and racketeering. Several of the warehouses had been used for gambling, smuggling, and other things, but nothing that would have indicated the massive growth that the syndicate was experiencing. The arctic wolf also had trouble prying information out of anyone as it appeared the higher-ups in the organization kept the lower tiers very compartmentalized. He had to find a way to get into this inner circle... but no one knew how to get in, much like those who opposed him one of the organization would disappear from the organization and become one of the voices on the phone giving orders to the rest.

It was clear to Ronin that he would have to prove himself in some way, so with his contacts in the Agency he helped arrange a few things that made him look like a hero to the group. It was nothing huge; finding out information on a raid of one of the Syndicate's properties that wasn't in the warehouse district every so often and helping seize shipments that belonged to other gangs so they could sell them. It had helped raise up his standing among the others without looking too suspicious, but as time went on and the call didn't come for him both he and the Agency had started to grow impatient. That was when the Agency stumbled upon a major bombshell with the help of Ronin's investigation, finding something that the wolf turned over to the higher-ups as soon as he could establish a line of communication.

Before Ronin even had a chance to get back to the converted flats that the syndicate used to house their thugs he had gotten word that it appeared the word he had sent had gotten a result. He was told to head to an area that was off-limits even to those in the organization, passing by a sigil that marked the territory as such. The arctic wolf was practically trembling with excitement as it appeared he had arrived and was about to get a look at the inner workings of the operation. When he went to the building that he had been told to go to however he found something far different then he had expected.

"It appears our guest of honor has arrived," a cheetah that had been sitting there next to four completely naked men in collars and hoods kneeling on the concrete of the otherwise empty warehouse. There were also two other men that Ronin recognized as members of the organization besides the cheetah, a huge lizardman bruiser that also worked security and a fox that had went from a bookie to one of the head coin counters in the gambling operation. "Are you ready to lead this little parade?"

"Lead the parade?" Ronin asked as he suddenly found himself with a lead in his hand. "I don't even know what was going on here, I was just told to come to this location."

"Ah, so you're almost in the dark as much as they are," the cheetah said with a chuckle. "Those four lovely gents that are tied up were the moles that you managed to sniff out are from the Scarrizari gang. They were attempting to find our shipping routes and the second that we called them out they practically started crying for their mommas for us to let them go and not take them to the boss."

"I see..." Ronin replied, realizing he was seeing the fruits of his labors. "So, what are you going to do to them?"

"Take them to the boss, of course," the cheetah replied with a chuckle, Ronin hearing muffled grunts coming from the four chained creatures. "Now I'm going to go and get a few things, go ahead and talk amongst yourselves. When I come back we'll be meeting the boss."

Ronin nodded and watched the cheetah leave, then went over to talk to the lizardman and fox. It appeared that unlike the four who were bound and gagged the other two were about to be promoted into the inner circle as well. The lizardman had been breaking kneecaps for nearly the entire length of his career with the syndicate, which was nearly since it had been founded. For the fox it had been the opposite and like Ronin had managed to uncover that there were thousands of dollars being syphoned out of the syndicate's coffers and found the source as part of a hack.

The three continued to chat for a few minutes before they saw that the cheetah had returned, only to their surprise he was covered head to toe in black rubber with gold cheetah spots, a harness, and a gas mask. "For you three this will be the final time that you will be allowed to back out of this," the cheetah said through the mask, his hands sliding up and down the rubber suit that fit him like a glove. "If something like this freaks you out then you are more than welcome to leave through the doors. Of course I think it doesn't need to be said that if you do so then you will never get to reach the upper echelons of this organization, so think very hard before you through this away because it is literally a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The reveal of the cheetah looking like a gimp definitely took them by surprise and it definitely caused Ronin to pause. This was yet another twist that he hadn't expected and was something he hadn't expected. Was this to make sure that people weren't wearing wires, or to protect identities? Despite this surprising turn of events both the lizardman and the fox said that they were in, and as Ronin examined the two he saw that the lizardman had started to sport a slight bulge in his pants. Even though the wolf was nervous he knew that if he aborted now he might not ever get a chance to make his case and found himself saying that he wasn't bothered by such a thing at all.

"Alright, one last thing before we go," the cheetah said before pointing at the three of them. "Gotta get naked, and make it quick."

"We have to get naked too?" the fox asked, pointing to the four already nude captives. "I thought that would just be for them."

"Nope, rite of passage you could say," the synthetic feline stated. "Now get those clothes off or get out."

The three looked at one another before they did what they were told and once they had completely discarded their clothes the cheetah gave them all a nod and motioned for them to follow, Ronin still holding onto the leash as he looked back at the four. It appeared that he was going to see how the syndicate dealt with those that it considered traitors or enemies. The other two appeared to have excited looks over their faces as they continued on with the rubber covered cheetah taking the lead. For a few minutes the two continued their way through this new distract and they found that the feline wasn't the only one that was clad in latex either... in fact as they made their way to what appeared to be an old cannery Ronin didn't see a single creature that didn't have the shiny material on their bodies.

None of the questions that the three leveraged to their guide were answered as they were led into the cannery itself, though they found that it was merely a façade. When Ronin stepped through the double doors he let out a gasp of astonishment when they saw the inside looked like they had stepped inside the foyer of a mansion. Did all the buildings in part of the warehouse district look like this, Ronin thought to himself, especially since the apartment that he had been staying in for the last few years was more than comfortable and had been a retrofit of an old warehouse. This was something completely different altogether though as they were met with more rubber creatures... although as Ronin passed by them there was something different about them that he couldn't quite place.

The arctic wolf didn't have time to ask any of them however as they were brought to another room, this one like a grand ballroom that was completely empty save for more rubber creatures. Most of those who were clad in latex were heavily muscular as well, giving them the appearance of statues more then bodyguards as they were told by a booming voice to go to the center of the room. Ronin found himself almost forgetting that he was leading four naked guys before he was pulled back slightly, looking back to see that they hadn't entered the room. At this point Ronin couldn't afford to look weak and growled slightly before pulling and ordering them to come forward.

Once they were all in the middle of the room the man in the middle, a similarly synthetic suited dragon man with a gas mask complete with tubes on the muzzle and cobalt blue lenses, stood up and began to walk towards them. Unlike the others who were just completely covered in black rubber his suit was far more elaborate and had intricate details in gold and blue that ran along his body to give it an almost hypnotic pattern as the lenses on his mask glowed. "Gentlemen," he said, his voice deep and clear despite being behind a layer of hard rubber. "Whether you have come here of your own accord or by the will of another I can say right now that you share a similar fate, for before you leave this building you will be one of us."

Both Ronin and the others suddenly looked around as there was a loud chanting that came out of all of those that were around them. The arctic wolf felt a pit forming in his stomach when he saw all those in the shiny suits speaking as one, making him wonder exactly what the syndicate has planned for them. It was like he was standing in some sort of cult horror movie as the dragon came up to him first and held out his hand. For a few seconds he just looked at it until he realized what he was asking for and gave him the rope before he and the others backed away to give the rubber dragon some space.

"So these are the ones Scarrizari thought would be able to figure out how my smuggling routes worked," the dragon stated, Ronin and the others watching as he pulled the bags off of the heads of those in chain to reveal they had been gagged. "Utterly pathetic... you four should consider yourselves lucky, in the old days we would be sending you back to your leader in body bags to send a message. Luckily in this world of wonderful modern science I have a means where you can pay back your treachery and still serve some limited use to our organization."

The syndicate leader stepped back and snapped his fingers, Ronin watching in a mixture of fear and anticipation as two of the bigger rubber guards stepped forward with each holding a box. The lupine couldn't believe it but he was about to see first hand what happened to those that crossed this dragon, curious on what was going to happen given the cryptic response the draconic creature gave. All four of the captives were outfitted with muzzles that replaced their gags, the rubber clinging tightly to them so they still couldn't speak while the upper half of their head still remained visible. They also put mitts on their hands and feet and cuffs on their wrists and ankles to secure them, then continued with what looked like a rubber jockstrap and chest harness that caused all four of them to squirm.

Once the two were finished with that the four were brought down to their knees, hands still cuffed behind them before they took off the collars that had chained them together. Once those were gone they laid down a different collar in front of their feet, this one thicker and made of the same black rubber as the rest of their bindings, as well as what looked to Ronin like a big mason jar before the two backed away and the dragon once more approached. "This is the moment of your rebirth," the dragon boss stated as he went to the first one and unsealed the jar in front of him. "From this moment forward you are mine in every sense of the word, all that is you belongs to me and you will be left as a blank slate... a drone."

The word drone was once more repeated by the rest of the group that had gathered as the rubber dragon brought up the collar and attached it around the first Scarrizari gang member's neck, who was a crocodile that was still struggling against his bindings. As Ronin watched closely he saw hidden lights on the piece of rubber start to light up as the reptilian creature suddenly froze in place, his eyes wide as he went completely stiff... in more places then one. Though he hadn't intended on looking down there he could see the maleness of the crocodile quickly start to bulge out the rubber jock after the collar had been placed, his chest rising up and down as the dragon moved on to the next member of the group and started to say the same thing. Since Ronin saw the same reaction happen in the weasel that had been next he focused his attention more on the crocodile to try and get a gage on what exactly the dragon was doing to these people.

At first it looked to Ronin like he had just given the crocodile some sort of stimulant or something, his breathing continuing to quicken as his cock continued to throb against the walls of the jockstrap. Was this some sort of sexual torture, the arctic wolf though, or maybe they were being put in a type of chemically-induced trance? Both sounded more science fiction then anything else... but then what he saw next made those ideas seem rational in comparison.

It began when the reptilian male suddenly stopped doing anything, his chest no longer moving up and down and his member wasn't twitching anymore. At first Ronin thought that the crocodile was dead, but as he continued to watch he began to see the eyes of the guy flutter a little. But the lupine quickly realized that it wasn't his eyes moving... it was the entire eye melting down the side of his face! From the sounds of gasping next to him he clearly wasn't the only one in surprise as they along with the dark green scales around them began to slowly drip down his face like frosting that was sloughing off of cake that was too hot. Ronin's immediate thought was that he had been injected with some sort of acid that was causing this reaction, but horror turned to shock and a tiny bit of curiosity when solid black rubber was revealed underneath the scales.

"No way..." the lizardman's voice caused Ronin to jump slightly, turning away from the crocodile to see the surprised expression on his face. "I've heard a rumor or two, but never would I have guessed this was how they did it."

"Did what?" Ronin whispered, trying not to bring attention to himself.

"When I was guarding a shipment of cargo one of the crates hadn't been secured," the lizardman replied, his eyes still glued the crocodile. "I happened to get a peek inside and saw rubber creatures like they are turning into and when I asked someone loading it they said that it was a bunch of drones being shipped out. For the longest time I thought they were just sex dolls or something, but this... this is unreal..."

Shipping drones... Ronin's mind was turning at a thousand miles an hour as it dawned on him what had possibly gotten this syndicate so much power. It was metahuman trafficking, they turned the people that crossed them into these things and then shipped them to their customers that he guessed were the rich and powerful around the world. No wonder they could never get a bead on what they were actually selling, Ronin thought to himself as he turned back to the action, though part of his mind couldn't even believe what he was seeing. When he looked back at the crocodile however it was a very real thing as the entirety of his facial features had melted away to reveal a smooth, featureless rubber head with the binding mask still on it.

With no more facial expressions to read it was hard to tell whether the crocodile was in any pain, though from the twitching at his groin it was more likely that the transformation was swinging him in the other direction. The changes quickly cascaded down from his neck to his chest and shoulders, the scales turning shiny before practically dripping off of his body like warm candle wax to reveal the black rubber underneath. What was even stranger still was that the growing puddle of green and yellow that was forming around him had started to shift, pulling itself in the direction of the mason jar before pouring inside of it. As Ronin looked to the other three he could see they were all in various states of the changes as well, all of them becoming smooth, featureless rubber drones that vaguely looked like what species they were as they trembled in assumed pleasure.

The process continued for a few minutes before the four Scarrizari were gone, replaced by rubber creatures that were shiny shadows of their former selves as the last of their former bodies sloshed themselves into the jars. Once they were done several others came over and unbound the new drones as well as sealed the mason jars up and presented them to the dragon. "Fine specimens I see..." the dragon said as he gently shook the goo that was the dragon's body, watching as the green and yellow swirled together for a second before separating. "Amazing how everything that a person is can be sealed up in an eight-ounce jar... but I didn't create this process, I just implement it."

So there was someone else that was involved in all this, Ronin thought to himself as he continued to keep his investigative mind on track. If this was technological in nature then there had to be some scientist or other high-profile figure behind it, and if it was something else... well, he hoped it wasn't something else. His thoughts were quickly brought back to the present however when three different drones came in, each of them holding a gas mask and a collar on a pillow. While the collar looked similar to those that had just been put on the four the gas masks were completely different, and Ronin couldn't help but swallow hard as one was a dazzling synthetic white in the shape of a lupine's head.

"Now that we've gotten the punishments out of the way," the dragon stated as he put down the jar and walked over to the three that had just been standing there up until that point. "It's time to get to the rewards. You three have shown exemplary service to the syndicate, some for many years, and its time to move you up to the next level. By wearing these masks you are once more bound to the Order of the Drone, giving all your skills and talents to this place in exchange for immeasurable reward."

The Order of the Drone... things were sounding more dangerous by the second as Ronin tried to figure out how to escape from the situation without alerting anyone's attention. They were going to go one at a time and thankfully it appeared the fox would be going first. "I hope you enjoy this as much I think you will, my dear Anthony," the dragon said as he gave the mask to the accountant, who looked slightly nervous as he stared into the dark confines of the rubber object. "Now before you put it on is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything to confess?"

"Ah, nope..." the fox replied as his fingers went around the seams of the red and black gas mask. "Just... didn't think that this would be happening to me today... or ever."

"Well hurry it up," the lizardman replied impatiently. "Some of us are actually excited for this and don't want to be kept waiting." The sight of the brawny creature flexing angrily was enough for the fox to hurry the process, putting on the gas mask while the dragon had taken the collar and slipped it around his neck. The second that the edges of the mask were snug against the collar the dragon clicked it in and Anthony visibly shivered while his exposed cock immediate began to rise up and get hard.

Ronin watched to see if a similar process was going to happen to the vulpine, though there was already a difference in the process as the red and black rubber began to ooze out from the edges of the mask and collar instead of showing up underneath his fur like the others. At first the wolf thought that it might all be generated from the mask itself but as more of the shiny substance appeared it looked like it was oozing out from his actual body to create the bodysuit that was forming. One thing that was clear was there was some sort of libido enhancing agent as Anthony's hand went down to his increasingly rubber covered cock and began to stroke it while he seemed to stare off into the distance.

"It appears you are coming along quite nicely," the dragon hissed as he watched the red and black form a pattern similar to the vulpine's own body. "Now that my lovely rubber has probably infiltrated the brilliant mind of yours I want to ask again... is there anything that you wish to confess to me?"

There was a moment of pause as the fox froze, even his hand, which had become completely coated in the latex substance, stopped what it was doing as Anthony appeared to struggle slightly. "I... I don't..." Anthony started to say, his entire body shaking as though he was trying to hold something in before he finally couldn't. "I work for the Treasury Department and was sent in to investigate the syndicate!"

Ronin tried to control his reaction to a mild look of surprise but inside he was floored. How had the Agency not known there was an agent from a different department looking into things too? What was worse what whatever was happening to the fox seemed to pull the information out of him as all sorts of things began tumbling out of his mouth, panting heavily when he was finished. "Well, now this is certainly a turn of events," the dragon said as he put a hand on the fox's gas-mask covered head and patted it. "Thank you so much for telling me everything, and though I know that your loyalty is now mine I'm afraid that you will have to be taught a lesson for your indiscretions."

"No, no wai-" the fox started to plead before the dragon grabbed the head of the gas mask and pulled it away, leaving a blank, featureless drone face in its wake as the black and red latex body shifted until it merely stood at attention. As the boss took the mask and handed it back to the drone that carried it in Ronin could see the patterns and facial features of Anthony inside of it. Was it just like the mason jars, the arctic wolf wondered as the last of the latex covered the fox's body completely, did the syndicate boss just take everything from Anthony with one simple removal of a gas mask?

"I'm sure that given a few months in this state will help cement the team that he's playing on now," the dragon said as he cupped his hand against the still rippling latex on the vulpine's form, pressing the still throbbing cock until the rubber around his groin tendrils around it and formed into a thick bulge before moving to the lizardman. "My dear Barabos, you don't have anything to tell me, do you?"

The lizardman just smirked and shook his head, taking the gas mask and pulling it over his face as he leaned down so the dragon could put the collar on. Much like the fox the rubber quickly started to leak out of his scales starting at the neck once everything had been put into place, except when he was asked if there was anything he needed to confess he spoke with a clear and booming voice that his loyalty is, and always has been, for the syndicate. That seemed to be enough for the dragon boss and stroked a hand down the lizardman's chest as the rubber formed around it and seemed to give him an even more muscular physique. Ronin had been so engrossed with the other male's transformation, including his maleness that had seemed to get longer as the latex covered it, that he hadn't even noticed the dragon was in front of him until he felt something cool and smooth get placed into his hands.

"Last is our loyal wolf Ronin, who seems to be getting excited already for the prospect," the boss commented, Ronin looking down and feeling himself become flushed with embarrassment as he realized he had gotten aroused by the sight before him. "You've been quite the rising star in our rankings and almost single-handedly brought us four lovely drones to use. The question is... were you alone in your endeavors, or did you have some outside help?"

Ronin swallowed hard despite himself as the question he had been trying to think of the answer too this entire time was posed to him. Whatever strange technology was in that latex was going to make him spill the beans anyway, as evidenced by the fox drone that was still standing there perfectly still and completely featureless, and from the way the lizardman was pumping his own rubber cock and flexing his augmented body it appeared loyalty preserved one's identity and free will. "I guess you're going to hear about it from me either way," Ronin said with a slight growl as he turned away. "But I am also a plant, I work for the National Defense Agency and I was sent in to try and figure out what your operations were."

Much to the wolf's surprise he saw a small smile form on the dragon's face as he turned back to the group of latex-clad individuals in the room. "Two for one, must be our lucky day," he stated before turning back to Ronin. "Now I could just drone you right here and there, but I have an alternate offer for you instead since you decided to come clean. If you swear your loyalty to me and kneel before me then you will become something different then either of your pals here; much like the cheetah that brought you here you will keep your old identity, except when you are here, and will act as a double agent for me in the NDA. If not... well, I'm sure someone will appreciate you as a simple, featureless drone."

As the choice was levied to him Ronin could feel his ears flatten at the prospect of two choices that were not very desirable. On one hand he could try to maintain his loyalty to his agency, in which case he would just be another disappearance added to the list like the fox likely will be to his department. On the other hand he could take the dragon up on his offer and possibly try to figure something out, but he had a feeling given the demonstrations today that would be harder then he thought. Then there was the fact that he had a weakness going against him all along... and though he had tried to push it back he couldn't deny the fact the scene of all these rubber creatures standing nearly naked in front of him was extremely hot.

After being once more reminded of his choices the wolf eventually found his head looking down to the floor, watching it get closer as he slowly got down on one knee. "I swear my loyalty to the Order of the Drone," Ronin stated simply. "I will be your double agent."

"Wonderful," the dragon said simply as Ronin suddenly felt a hand press under his muzzle and lift him slowly up until he saw the thick, ribbed cock of the dragon right in front of him. "You'll have to forgive me if words are not quite enough, you're going to have to open your mouth to seal the deal."

As the boss continued to smirk down at him Ronin knew there was no other choice, taking the initiative and wrapping one hand around it while pressing his lips against the tip. There were murmurs of approval as he pushed as much as he could inside of him, the wolf filling his muzzle with the heavy rubber member. It was just to garner approval, he thought to himself as his other hand went down to his own groin and jerk himself off, if he showed the boss a good time he might get even more lenient treatment to help himself get out of this. As he felt the thick shaft continue to split open his jaws he found himself able to only get about halfway on it before he had to stop, feeling something thick ooze down his throat as he began to bob back and forth.

Just keep the dragon focused on the pleasure, Ronin thought to himself as he continued to pump back and forth while feeling those smooth hands run through his headfur. Pleasure... like the pleasure of being a drone... he had to pleasure this dragon drone. The thoughts of the arctic wolf began to grow muddled the longer he gave the bigger creature a blowjob, not being able to see it as his eyes began to roll back into his head and a shiny, dazzling white substance began to leak from his eyes, nostrils, and soon his ears. Pleasure the drone, just pleasure the drone... pleasure... drone...

The smirk on the muzzle of the dragon boss grew as he saw more of the wolf get converted, whispering to him how good it was to be a drone. With his brain being completely assimilated by the ooze it was only a matter of time before Ronin became one of them, especially as the rest of the room began to chant the same things. Unlike the collars the rubber that was stored inside him was especially potent and produced a different effect then any of the others in the room, save for the cheetah, as he took the muzzle of the arctic wolf that had managed to get almost to the root of his cock by that point and squeezed against the white fur.

As the hand clamped down Ronin's heavily lust-inundated mind thought that the dragon just wanted him completely impaled, but as he instinctively pulled back he found the cock sliding completely out of him while his muzzle was still there. Everyone in the room watched as a bright white blank rubber wolf head suddenly pulled free from the fur that had covered it, leaving a lifeless wolf skin behind as the rest of Ronin's body fell away. Unlike the other drones all his parts remained in one piece as Ronin continued to pull backwards, eventually becoming a white wolf drone while his skin remained in one piece except for a big tear in the back that made it look more like a costume. Once he was completely extracted Ronin not only found himself without his fur or features but without memories or identity as well, save for two words... Drone Ronin.

For a few seconds he just sat there perplexed with his latex fingers pressing against the smooth expanse of his eyeless, mouthless face before he heard the dragon speak up which caused him to scramble to his feet. "Now Drone Ronin," the dragon said as he took the gas mask and put it over his face, the edges sealing together and giving him a seamless look once again. "Once we've made sure to properly instill your loyalty into you this skin will serve as your means to feed your agency with enough misinformation to have them chasing their tails. If you fail in that task then your mask will be taken and you will be shipped off to the first person that wishes to have a white rubber wolf drone, you got that?"

Drone Ronin found himself nodding and the dragon looked over at Barabos and told the two that they could have some fun while waiting for their next orders. The newly forged lizardman drone eagerly accepted the offer, and soon the sound of squeaks filled the air as the muscular creature pushed his cock into the tailhole of the wolf drone that had just been created as well. "Kieser, please come forward," the dragon asked, the cheetah moving to the middle of the room. "It appears we've been having quite a few interlopers, put this on and see if Ronin had any friends."

The sleek drone nodded and took the arctic wolf skin, sliding into it effortlessly like a suit. As the real Ronin was getting stretched open by the thick lizard cock he had turned his head just in time to see the former cheetah putting on his fur, the back sealing up as any sagging areas were quickly filled out until it looked like he was standing there. Though the only thoughts going through his head was how he could prove his loyalty to the Order and how good being stuffed full of rubber there was a little surrealness as he heard his own voice say that it will be done. The new Ronin gave the rubberized version one last look and a wink, the drone watching his naked body leave before a particularly hard thrust from behind caused him to moan through his gas mask, making the realization that those that had infiltrated the organization might not be who they actually were evaporate from his mind.

...such pesky thoughts didn't matter to him anyway, Drone Ronin was loyal to the Order...