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"Come on man, they gave you all the info for the system beforehand. How much longer you going to take over there?" Terris asked as he leaned on a wall nearby the flashing computer terminal. His skin-tight black latex body suit reflected the lights that lined the hallway as he pulled up a foot to prop himself up, waiting for his partner to give him an update. He shouldn't have needed to be in full tactical gear, but the veteran mercenary followed the age old mantra of 'Better to have it and not need it than to need it and be a casualty floating through space.'

"Look, I don't know man, they gave us some sort of weird valet key in to the system, its going slow by design. Probably some bullshit to stop contracts from taking more than they're supposed to." Dole responded, the bear leaning over the terminal as he slowly typed in commands that he had saved on the small screen attached to his armband. Much like his frequent partner, he was kitted out in the usual gear: hi-tech body suit, tactical armor placed over vulnerable areas, tool belt filled with all sorts of niche combat gadgets, and a standard blaster strapped to the hip. "I'm getting there, but it keeps asking me to sign in with another account on top of this one. For some reason its like I'm not signed in all the way and its limiting my speed."

The panther scoffed, pulling up the matching screen on his own wrist. He idly flicked through his tools to see if their sensors picked up anything they needed to worry about, not expecting to find anything of interest. At this rate the whole job was going to be just listening to the bear complain about computer speeds. This was supposed to be a simple job, some corp needing some freelancers to run status checks on one of their deep space facilities, load up a couple of drives of data and bring it back. The bear loved these easy jobs, while the panther was usually bored with the lack of action, but it was hard to actually be upset at the lack of being shot at.

*BEEP*

The sound of the bear's claws on the keyboard got a little bit more frantic at the sound coming from his terminal. "What do you MEAN expired" he growled as the panther walked up behind him to see what was going on. "Stupid thing is saying the credentials are denied but you were just accepting them!" He hollered out, slapping down on the keyboard out of frustration.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

The systems error noise started playing in swift succession as all the screens turned the soft blue to a bright red, a soft red slowly flowing through the hall as all the lights started to shift to match. "What the hell Dole?" the panther said, tapping through a couple of screens on his wrist as he was trying to figure out what was going on, "Did you have to beat the damned thing up?"

*BEEP* "The system has detected an unknown presence in ACCESS CORRIDOR A" a synthetic voice echoed from unseen speakers. "Alright, that's it, get back to the ship." The panther said, pulling his blaster out of its holster. The telltale whine of the weapon charging up sounded, the bear's blaster joining in a shrill chorus before they both started to run away from the beeping terminal.

They hoped they would make it all the way back to the ship, but they only made it around the first corner before they could see the deployed auto defenses. A crack sounded as a sentry shot a stun bolt at the pair of them, the panther leaping out of the way and letting loose a couple shots back at it. "Hey knock it off!" the bear hollered as he took cover behind a table he tossed over, "You think they're going to pay us if their repair bill costs more than the job?"

"I don't think it matters if w-" the panther started say until something hit him in the back, causing him to fall forward with a grunt. He grit his teeth, hearing the bear yell at him over the chaotic gunfire. "What the-" he cursed, feeling metal restraints quickly enclose around his arms from behind. The arms sprouting from the unseen owner had an unrelenting strength quickly pinning his arms to the side, dropping his blaster as he winced from the pressure. He managed to maneuver up to a kneel as he saw the bear get hit as well, falling forward and catching himself on a knee. Now with the bear facing the same assailant, the panther could see that the object was a large metal disc, a couple inches thick, several lights and screens flashing on it. "Dole!" he called out, watching arms extend from previously unseen openings in the disc much like what happened to him. He tried to force himself up in to a run to make it to his partner before a high pitched whir, much like that of a blaster filled the air.

The bear looked behind him to see his partner fall mid stride, a metallic arm pressing against the top of the panther's suit collar, a bright blue spark shooting from the tip of the arm to his neck. He cursed, trying to flex his arms to hopefully bend the arms grabbing him, but within moments, he quickly caught up with his partner, the sound of a stun charge gathering to be deposited directly on his furred neck.

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Terris groaned as he started to wake, the world slowly fading in to view. He hadn't felt this bad since he lost a drinking contest to Dole on their first mission together. He reached his hand up to forehead to rub his temples, only to find that his arms pressed against cold metal. The sudden realization of his predicament shocked the feline to fully alert. Growling, he wriggled against sturdy metal restraints that held his arms up and out. He felt similar cuffs around his ankles with a small spreader bar forcing his legs and in place to keep him in a suspended 'X' pose. Across from him was his partner, bound in the same way. The bear's head was slumped over, still out. The panther tried his best to get his attention, calling his name as he tried he continued to pull at the unforgiving restraints.

The bear slowly came to, blinking wearily as he turned his attention to the panther. Groaning the bear naturally attempted a stretch out of habit after his forced nap, only to realize he was bound at the hands and feet. The sound of clanging metal rang through the room as he attempted to free himself, finally letting a frustrated growl out. "The fuck?" he cursed, before looking over at the panther doing the same, "The fuck kinda holding cell is this? Isn't this place supposed to be completely automated? Why are they taking prisoners?" he called out at Terris, the panther stopping briefly. It was a very good question. Their point of contact had informed them that they sent out mercs yearly to check on this place and the rest of the time the systems functioned completely without problem. Not only was this place empty it wasn't built to support holding the kind of work force that could interrogate an intruder. Why not shoot to kill?

Almost as if it could read his mind, a beep came from the center of the room. The sound of a small circle in the center of the floor sliding open. "Subjects detected awake. Begin induction processing." A monotone mechanical voice sounded in the room. From the circle rose two metal arms, both ended with metal hoops. The arms both slowly moved toward the two captive mercenaries, slowly but steadily getting close enough to raise over their head. The bear was of the mind to thrash his head violently, hoping to knock it away, while the panther himself was trying his hardest to sink his head in to his shoulders the best he could.

A snap was heard as the loop tightened around both their heads at the same time, not squeezing them in the brutal execution the panther was afraid of, but making sure no amount of shaking or flailing was going to slide them off. When the arms retracted, half of the loop was revealed to actually be a clear glass-like material, allowing both of the bound mercenaries to see each other with their new headgear. The bear opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as the static noise started fading in to view. Both of their screens flashed, a bright blue light filling their vision as previously hidden speakers in the back part of their new headsets started to play out. The panther winced, but was almost immediately relieved as the blue light flickered out, sound stopping, and the smell of smoke coming from his equipment. Did it burn out? He asked himself as he looked for a way he could jump on this opportunity.

The bear on the other hand was not so lucky. What started with the blue flash continued with a wash of colors over his visors. In most cases, it would have been simply too bright for their eyes, but for some reason the bear couldn't shut his eyes. Blues interacted with reds, flowing together in ways that made his attention gravitate toward them. The static that had stated as a hiss slowly started to turn in to a hum, vibrating behind him. "Dole!" his partner called out. The bear's ear twitched as he swore he could hear the panther calling out for him in the distance, only for it to be quickly lost in the low hum of the headset. "DOLE!" yelled a second time, this time the panther's voice falling on deaf ears. He watched as his partners body had gone from tense and struggling, to weakly shifting, and then finally, completely slack in his bindings. He could only fear what that headset was doing to his friend, tensing up as he saw the bear's mouth start to droop open, his tongue sliding out of his mouth with a large glob of drool hitting the floor. "Induction for subject B complete." The monotone voice sounded out again, a pneumatic hiss followed by the bear being released from his bonds. The larger of the two men tumbled forward, looking like he was going to catch himself on his feet but instead tumbling forward in to a kneeling position in front of the panther. Thankfully the bear used his hands to prop up his large frame instead of tumbling on the cold flooring, the flashing colors and dull droning of the headset not doing his sense of balance any favors. Dole wasn't sure what was going on, but what he had found here was far more interesting than any sort of data they could have drug up and slapped on some drive. The way this device worked, the way it made him feel... relaxed. It was like the colorful imagery was washing away his tension. He had a bit of trouble getting up on his two feet, but eventually managed, swaying as if tipsy. That was what the pretty colors on the screen had wanted from him, to slowly relax. Let go. The droning hum in his ears would take care of him and block out all those pesky thoughts, filling his poor head with thinking was just trouble waiting to happen.

The panther merely watched in horror as the bear started slowly undressing for some reason. He had been calling his name through the whole taming of the bear, completely ignored. Was that headset blocking his voice? That couldn't be the only thing that it was doing. There was no way the Bear would just slowly start removing all of his equipment just because he couldn't hear the panther tell him to stop. Before he knew it, a sight he had only seen a couple times stood before him, the bear stripped down to his fur, His member slowly rising now that it was free to show that the inhibited ursine was growing in arousal. The panther resumed trying to free himself from his bonds, hoping that whatever system had released the bear might be tricked into releasing him as well.

"You enjoy this feeling" the bear swore he could hear among the continuing rumble of the headset. "This is what a good drone wants. This is what a good drone gets as a reward for service." The voice continued as the nude bear standing in place in the center of the room with his shoulders slumped forward. As the voice continued he found himself shifting to taking slow deep breaths as all of his energy was put in to keeping upright. "Is this drone ready?" the voice asked. The colors of the visor formed a small line of text, reading "PREPARED TO SUBMIT? (Y/N)". It was a cute touch, but the bear couldn't focus on that for long enough to read, eyes getting lost in the rest of the display that kept swirling and splashing around. "Y- yes" the bear finally managed to mumble out. Drool swung from his chin as his partner looked at him horrified. "WHO IS DOLE? _" the prompt shifted, the empty husk being able to read that one, but not able to answer. "Who is Dole?" he said more than asked to the backdrop of the panther banging the metal part of his broken headset against the wall, hoping to break it off. The text shifted red, morphing in to "DOLE SUCCESSFULLY NOT FOUND. BEGINNING REPLACEMENT PROCESS".

The drone continued to shift in the middle of the room, swaying a bit, looking like he was going to fall over at any moment. The panther hadn't succeeded in removing his broken headset from his head, merely having to watch his friend perform a very convincing zombie act in front of him. Drip. Terris could trace the sound of something splashing on the bears shoulder to the suddenly open vent on the ceiling, some sort of black goo starting to drip from the opening. The color started to spread over the brown bear's fur, covering his shoulder and starting to spread across his chest. While the substance was unknown, its goal was very apparent, the drips from the ceiling increasing as the goo rather suddenly was all the way down the bear's torso. "Yes" he heard the bear mumble again, the panther hearing it barely over the thumping of his own chest, screaming out with a sudden rage at his own inability to do anything. He had come here for an easy payday with the bear, and now the bear was almost completely covered in black goo, erect, and mumbling nonsense to himself. This couldn't be happening. This had to be some sort of bad dream. He NEEDED to wake up, he continued to tell himself, all the while what used to be the bear was slipping deeper and deeper in to a relaxed stupor, the goo slowly overtaking his face as the hum whispered to him. Release.

Splat. The panther froze, hearing the smack of something viscous on the metal floor. He figured that the bear's arousal had come from this cursed prison messing with his body somehow but he didn't expect the bear to actually cum. Even then just as the encroaching black goo was finally wrapping over the last remain bits not wrapped in his new skin. Dole's eyes were now completely visible through the headset, glassy and unfocused. The bear let out a muffled groan as he sot several ropes of his seed across the room, only for his cock to be engulfed in the black goo like the rest of him. The familiar smell of the bear's musk filled the air as the now shiny black figure stood frozen. "D- Dole" the panther continued, voice cracking as he felt completely defeated, "B- buddy. D- D- Dole? Are you there?"

"Error in induction process of subject A. Removing defective equipment." The monotone voice came through, headset falling apart where glass met metal around his head, tumbling to the floor with a thud. Oh Gods, the feline thought to himself, It knows its contraption broke. "Beginning backup protocol." It sounded once more, the black golem that used to be Dole stirring in the center of the room and walking toward the panther. He flinched in his bindings, watching his incapacitated friend come his way filling him with both hope and fear. He opened his mouth to say something but froze in response to the rubber surface pressing against his face. The bear-goo-golem-partner-creature had grabbed his face and was pointing the panther's snout at the smooth featureless surface of his own. The feline struggled, but the already strong bear seemed to be even more unflinching in his current form. He tried to call out to his friend once more, until the colors started. The black rubber where the bear's eyes used to be started to brighten, a soft blue that rose to the surface, swirling around to meet a green, then a red. He didn't know what kind of material this was, let alone how it was accomplishing it, but it was like globs of paint swirling around on the others face.

For some reason this was mesmerizing to the feline. He couldn't look away. He couldn't think of a reason why he should want to look away. He was still tense, but he had stopped thrashing and trying to yank free of his restraints. The bear was trying to tell him something through this odd display of color, and he felt like if he just focused on it more, it would begin to make sense. Perhaps the bear was trying to tell the panther how to get out of here, or how to survive the ordeal, Terris finding his breathing slowing to match the rate at which the colors splashed over the odd drone face. He let a soft breath out, blue clashed in to red. He took a soft breath in, red was overtaken by green. He had to put his whole focus on deciphering the riddle in front of him. He didn't have time to try and struggle. This was his last chance, and he had to use all of his energy.

That energy was quickly draining, the panther going limp in the bear's arms, ear flickering as the bindings holding him released, falling forward as the drone stood unflinching. Thankfully his fellow inductee kept him upright, his stance slack as the soft rubber under his chin kept him steady. "D- Dole." He said softly, his mouth refusing to shut all the way after that last syllable left his mouth. Where was Dole? Was it really Dole that was behind that black reflective sheen swarming with color? No, it couldn't be, Dole was gone, this was a drone. This was a drone that was following its programming to make Terris relax. The kind drone didn't even mind as the panther started to accumulate slobber in his hands, tongue escaping the confines of his muzzle as he let out a soft pant.

Warmth filled the panthers body. This felt good. It seemed that the more he let go, the more it was replaced by warm, pleasing emptiness. The panther didn't even notice as a small tentacle started to grow out the back of the drone's latex rear, slowly making its way over to Terris' quickly tenting pants.

"Donnnnn-" the captive panther started to say, the thought getting lost before it could even leave his maw. The pleasure of the tentacle rubbing against him made his eyelids flutter, gaze growing fuzzy as he was overwhelmed with sensation. He didn't have time to think about it. It all just felt so good... Something told him that if he didn't have to think, he could feel this good all the time.

The two figures stood in silence, gaze locked in to one another as the panther slowly started to unzip his outfit. His gear hit the floor with a soft thud, accompanying the bear's pile of discarded goods as the tentacle slowly reached over to start rubbing the felines stiff member. A smaller tendril sprouted from the drone's ears, the small bear like nub connecting to the panthers own rounded ear, the black goo slowly covering the surface of the organ, but not yet spreading beyond. "Nanite placement complete" a small static-y voice played to the panther, not that he was in the mental capacity to understand. "Induction complete. Ego draining in process"

The drone continued to slowly stroke it's former partner. The tight rubbery surface slid promisingly well over the barbed cock of the panther, emitting small purrs and groans from the male. "Climax imminent. Beginning nanite spread" the voice picked up again, the black material resuming its spread from the ear over the back of his head. The material felt cold, yet comforting as it spread over the naked panther's fur. It moved quickly, and before he knew it, he could feel it wrapping around the base of his tail, the tail twitching with the pleasing pumping at his crotch. "Warning: Depositing load will complete ego deletion process. Drone takeover imminent." The voice sounded in his ear for some reason. There wasn't a way he could have stopped if he wanted to. The bear had shared this feeling, this sensation with him, and he now knew why Dole gave in. Why he should give in. Why it felt right to let it take over. Why he should become a good drone to serve.

One scratching of claws later as the panthers toes curled against the floor, and a weak mewl, the panther finally thrust his hips idly in to the tentacle, feeling the warmth of his own seed shooting out on to the cold metal floor, relief washing over his body. "Target Terris complete. Ego deletion complete. Nanite Spread Complete. Drone Indicator T-77362 now on-line and joining network." The voice said in the freshly minted drones ear. The larger more rotund bear drone stepped back as what used to be the feline started to stand up straight, awaiting its next order...

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The ship slowly came to a stop as it linked up with the docking station. It had taken a while to get here, but it was well going to be worth the wait. After the pressure equalized with the station, a small hiss sounded as the door to the ship opened up to two black clad figures. "Well, well, they weren't lying were they?" The wolf said as he stepped out of his ship. He walked up to the two faceless drones, unable to hide the dumb pleased grin slapped on his snout. "You know, it was a pretty penny to get this wack corpo to set this up, but now that I see you two like this.... Ha! It kinda makes it all the worth it." The canine chuckled to himself, no response from the two mindless entities awaiting their next command. "Customer ID 6584399 detected. Initiating payload handover" a mechanical voice chimed through a wall mounted speaker. "You two have been swiping jobs from me for too long. Sure you didn't really have anything to do with those greedy bastards hiring multiple mercs for the job and only paying the guys who got it done, but until you guys showed up in the sector I was the guy that got it done. And now, looks like I can get back to being the main breadwinner in this damned sector, with new backup." The wolf couldn't help but lean forward and grab the smooth bulge between the chubbier figures legs, giving it a good squeeze to no reaction from the drone. "Damn, they really did make you cum your brains out didn't they?" He teased a final time before walking over to a terminal that was awaiting his verification of receipt. "Transaction verified. Handover complete. Have a nice day." The mechanical voice sounded once more, the drones skin shifted from the solid black to something matching the color scheme of the wolf's ship. The dark void-like color of the two drones became a dark crimson. Several blue stripes started to line their legs and arms in small circles. A white wolf skull appeared on both their backs and the pronounced bulges between their legs. The drones turned their heads to the wolf that now owned the both of them, registering the new owner they were to obey. "Alright toys, into the ship! We gotta go hook up your old clunker so we can tow it off to some idiot who thinks they want to be a merc." He said, both drones responding with "Yes Master" in unison, the wolf cackling at the sheer completeness of his victory.