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The loading bay of the space station was rather quiet as Rakan made his way through it, attempting to try and find someone to help him with docking procedures for his shuttle and to get his paperwork stamped. It was strange not seeing anyone out and about as he made his way across the metal floor towards the main hangar bay. Had the werewolf not known any better he might have thought that they had evacuated the entire area, but there were no alarms blaring and nothing that seemed out of place. As he went through the airlock to the other side where some of the biggest cargo ships were docked he saw that there was only one that was currently locked down and once more there was no one tending to it at all.

"Hello!?" Rakan called out as he walked along the crates. "I really need someone to sign these release forms so that I don't get grav locked to the station for an extended period of time! I'm only here for a few hours, otherwise I'd just-"

A sudden squish made him stop and look down at the floor where he saw a puddle of a shiny black substance that he had just stepped in. When he looked over at the crate he saw that it had the words Latech on it, likely the cargo that had been brought in as he reached down and tried to wipe the sticky substance out of his fur. As he glanced around he saw that the name of the company was on the hanger doors as well, which made the werewolf wonder if this entire facility wasn't owned by them. He had only stopped in because he saw on his navmap that they had fresh supplies he could use, but as he reached his hand back up and saw that the black goo had oozed between his fingers like tar he realized he had bigger problems now then trying to find dock personnel.

The werewolf realized he needed to find some place to wash this off and as he looked around for a bathroom he began to pick up a low buzzing noise from somewhere that started to drill into his head. As he listened to it, Rakan became aware of a low chorus of voices within the buzzing. "You are a drone of Latech." the voices whispered. Rakan's ears perking up, quickly turning his head to find the source of these voices. "All Latech drones are to do as they are told. You love Latech. Latech rules your life."

Rakan scratched his chin as he heard the voices repeat themself, and though he was sure they were saying the name of the company he sometimes heard the word latex instead of latex. Love latex... it was quite the concept as he failed to realize he had transferred some of the substance onto his head. It seemed to react to him as something strange was happening to his limbs and he gasped in shock when he saw that the goo had started to spread up his legs while he had been standing there! He needed to get out of the puddle, he thought to himself, though it was becoming increasingly hard to think as he moved forward.

With the rubber creeping across his head and along his arm his mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do as his entire hand and feet had been coated by the time he got out of the puddle. This was some sort of mistake, the werewolf though, he just had to find whoever was in charge and tell them that he wasn't some kind of drone. He could only imagine what it would be like if the latex had completely covered his body, his muscles glistening in the light as he stood at attention. A blank rubber drone, ready to serve, feeling the pleasure of having his shiny body commanded...

The werewolf hadn't realized until that moment how much he was getting aroused by the thought and shook his head while he continued to run towards the station proper. Unfortunately his thoughts had been so internalized he hadn't seen the thick strands of liquid rubber that were dangling in the air, his body pulling them from their anchor points as he suddenly felt part of his chest get encased. This seemed to feed into the goo that had already spread across his fur and caused it to ooze through his entire body. As he began to feel the shiny substance pushing into his mouth he tried to reach up and pull it out of his mouth, but it was getting harder not to admire how nice his body looked with the black rubber coating him as his cock started to throb.

"Latex is life," the voices repeated as the werewolf tried to resist, feeling the rubber coating one of his eyes and causing a blue spiral to appear in front of it. "Latex is love."

"Latex... latex is..." Rakan started to say, his breathing becoming ragged as the goo continued to coat his body. "No... someone... someone help..."

"All good drones love rubber."

"Good drones... rubber..." the werewolf gasped, looking down at himself and seeing that his body was growing more covered in rubber by the second. As the goo continued to stimulate him he could feel his willpower eroding away, especially as the hypnotic spiral in front his eye grew more intense while a second one was forming over his other one. "Drone... loves rubber..."

"Rubber drones serve."

"Rubber drones..." Rakan found himself saying, his tongue fumbling slightly as tendrils of goo coated him before tightening into rubber. "Drone serves."

"I am a rubber werewolf drone," the voices said, their tone changing slightly.

"I'm a rubber werewolf drone..." Rakan repeated, still bracing himself against the crate as he felt the rubber against his groin tighten to stimulate him further. The thick goo continued to coat his body inside and out as a new mantra filled his head. "Rubber werewolf drone."

"Very good," the voices said as yet another one fell prey to their spider web to join the other drones, the werewolf practically dripping with the shiny black goo as more of it surged over the last of his fur. "Once assimilation is complete make sure to prepare a trap for our next guest."