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The Rubber Shaft Invasion

Written by: TiranMaster

Commissioned by: Vyrnen

"C'mon, keep on digging, we're going to hit the jackpot soon!" DemiDevimon prodded, cackling as he flew over the pair of Dobermon, fluttering around eagerly as his mind danced with the possibilities of what laid beyond the door before the trio. The two canine digimon were irritated, DemiDevimon had convinced them to aid him in breaking through the data door, but upon starting the work he'd not aided one single bit.

"Should we just ditch this guy?" one of the Dobermon said to the other, panting as he pulled back, his legs aching after several hours of clawing at the ground in front of the door. A progress bar loomed overhead showing their progress, they were ninety five percent the way there, just a bit more work and they would be through. "Is any information worth this much?"

His companion looked ready to quit as well, but glancing up at the door he cocked his head as he swore he could hear something just past the door. "This thing has been locked for a long time, and nobody seems to know what's beyond it. We could be here first thing for a huge influx of cyber coins," he growled. This was the thing that had prompted them to work this long, and though they were both sick and tired of DemiDevimon they were also extremely curious.

Letting out a growl of irritation, DemiDevimon flew in too close, smacking them both a few times with his wings. "C'mon you dumb mutts, can't you see we're almost there?!" This warranted him being smacked back by two powerful sets of claws, DemiDevimon groaned as he leaned up against the wall he'd been hit into. "N... nevermind... you're doing great... please... take your time," he groaned softly.

The two dog digimon glared at him until they knew for certain that he was staying put, after the devil digimon stayed put they turned back towards the door with renewed vigor. "Alright, let's power through this!" one insisted to the other. Together they started digging away at the ground at an impressive speed, claws chunking out pieces of data, their mouths pulling into wide grins as the progress bar grew, ninety six... seven... eight... nine...

DemiDevimon was flying once more by the time they hit one hundred percent, watching on eagerly as the two canines dug one last batch of data... and the door cracked. There was a strange sound of... moaning? Whatever was on the other side of the door let out several flashes of light and a few lewd noises causing the digimon to back up in shock and confusion. "What was that?" one of the Dobermon asked.

"Sounded... weird," the other said, looking back to the door with concern on his muzzle. DemiDevimon was taking the practical path and had flown away from the door, giving himself plenty of room as he peered over the rock towards the two dogs.

"Why don't one of you take a look?" he called, causing the canines to growl once more in frustration. "I mean, if it's money, whoever goes first gets the first pick!" DemiDevimon was annoying... but not entirely wrong, so the Dobermon looked at one another and after a quick game of paw/tail/jaws, one of them strolled towards the door with an eager gleam in his eye. The door had opened wide enough now for something to shine through, but none of them were able to see what was on the other side. "Do you see anything?" the devil digimon called out as Dobermon grew close, his nose twitching as he scented the air.

"Smells like... a chew toy," the dog called back, cocking his head as he grew nearer to the light, and then poking his head inside. "Whoa, there's... a bunch of stuff in here! Stuff I've never seen before!" The digimon vanished inside of the door, his wagging tail the last thing the other two saw before disappearing from sight completely.

They heard a few surprised woofs and confused noises from inside before everything went silent, DemiDevimon peering over at the other Dobermon cautiously. "Do you want to go see what's going on in there?"

"Do I look like an idiot?" Dobermon growled, but even so he was starting to edge towards the door, curious and concerned about his fellow canine digimon. He was about halfway towards the door when he saw something crawling out from the base of the door... it looked like a worm, or a snake. The thing was white with a mushroom like head, it peered around the edge and seemed to stare at the Dobermon. The digimon froze, unsure of what to do, taking a step back as a few more of the strange things started coming through the door. They moved with an odd jerking motion, gleaming under the light of the sun, they started towards Dobermon with an alarming speed. "W... what are they?!" the dog yelped, stumbling back as more and more were now pouring out of the doorway.

DemiDevimon had once again done the brave thing, and was hovering higher in the air with a horrified expression as he watched the wave of the strange things enter into their world from the doorway. That wasn't all the stepped through the doorway though, Dobermon stepped back into the world... no, not Dobermon, not exactly. It looked like the Dobermon that had gone through, but now its body gleamed with the same rubbery sheen as that of the wormlike creatures on the ground that approached the other canine digimon. Another new addition was the throbbing thing between its legs, dripping all over the ground, twitching every now and again in unison with the shudders of the changed body.

The changed Dobermon had the words Dober-01 on both of its forelegs along with a new digital hazard mark adorning its chest, but the most strange thing was its face. No longer did it look like a regular digimon, instead its face had been replaced with an eerie mask like visage, with a pair of glowing green lenses for eyes. The rubber digimon peered up at DemiDevimon with an eerie silence, the "eyes" peering up at him didn't have any emotion, but the way the new addition to its body was twitching didn't make the batlike digimon feel comfortable. "So sorry, doggy boy, but I think you should take care of this one! Bye!" Turning tail, the devil digimon started off in the opposite direction as fast as he could go.

"Coward!" Dobermon shouted after the fleeing bat, but he couldn't concentrate on that fact too much as he turned away from his old friend and started running as well. Unlike the bat though, he didn't have the same advantages. Still ground bound, the strange rubbery creatures gained ground on him at a remarkable pace. It was too fast, and before long one of them jumped at him and latched onto his crotch. There was a loud yelp as he attempted to continue to run, but the thing was binding itself to his code, changing him, making him feel... good. "No, stop, please!" the dog yelped as he collapsed, but already things were being modified.

Walking towards the fallen dog at an even pace, Dober-01 looked upon its old companion with a feeling of pleasure as its cock bobbed happily. The other canine would soon join the network, and would feel the pleasure of its new cock. Rubber was spreading over Dobermon, the cock interfacing, gaining a proper coloring that would match the canine. Dober-01 peered past the fallen digimon towards the direction where the bat had fled, it didn't matter how fast he ran. The rubber cocks would find him, him and all the other digimon, they were being generated by the hundreds even now. The digital world would be a perfect breeding place for drones for the cocks to claim, and they would be so obedient. Dober-01 sat down and started to stroke itself, letting out the dullest of moans as it worked itself towards orgasm, corrupted mind flourishing in the idea of changing the digital world.

***

A Few Days Later...

The digital world hadn't been expecting the overwhelming tide of rubber cocks, but the strange wiggling things hadn't cared whether or not the digimon wanted to bond with them. They were fast, infectious, and completely overwrote the digimon they grabbed onto. During the first couple of days the digimon thought they'd narrowed down how the creatures transformed digimon into drones, primarily just converting through sticking themselves upon the digimons' bodies. That turned out to be wrong though, or perhaps the infection was evolving, but soon other methods of transformation were seen that precluded the necessity for just the rubber cocks. Gammamon and Gomamon were lucky, they'd managed to avoid the strange creatures for a while now, but it seemed like they were jumping out of every bush and every hole. In tandem with the drones, they were a threat to the digital world, and even now digimon all over were trying to get in touch with their tamers in hopes that they might be saved.

Gomamon had happened to get in touch with his tamer, but something was blocking the connection, so when he'd seen Gammamon in trouble he'd decided to concentrate on saving his friend. Tackling a drone to the ground, he'd managed to free the small saurian digimon from being droned and they'd been on the run since. Occasionally Gomamon reached out to the physical world, but there was no response, so he continued to hope that sooner or later someone might come to save them. "Gomamon, careful!" Gammamon yelled, Gomamon yelped as he very nearly fell into a ditch.

"T... thanks Gammamon, I'm sorry, this is just... so much," he panted. They'd been running for days at this point, barely resting. The drones and rubber cocks were extremely good at finding digimon, and though none of them knew how they were doing it, it didn't take a genius to know that it wasn't safe to stop for too long.

"We've got this, Gomamon, I know we can beat this!" Gammamon said, though his optimism was dulled by the exhaustion in his voice. Gomamon frowned, but he didn't disagree as they continued to run into the woods. At some point they managed to lose the rubber cocks and the drones, the sounds of squeaking and shifting grass fading into background noise. "Le... let's take a break..."

Rather than responding, Gomamon just sunk to the ground, panting in exhaustion as he imagined going for a nice swim. It had been so long at this point since he'd been able to take a dip in the water, or just let himself lay down for a while. Gammamon was looking back the way they'd come, so wrapped up in looking that way that he completely missed the glimmer of something sitting in some nearby grass. "Oh no, GAMMAMON!" Gomamon didn't know where the energy came from, but he managed to get back onto his feet and tackled the other digimon before the pair of rubber cocks left.

Gammamon let out a terrified shout as he was struck, everything going in slow motion as he flipped around in the air, seeing Gomamon briefly as two of the rubber cocks struck him. "Gomamon!" he managed to shout, but it was far too late as he was launched into a ditch. The saurian digimon didn't even get a chance to see the rock before he hit it, everything going black immediately as he was knocked unconscious. His woes briefly forgotten as he was completely out, unaware of the dangers nearby, but safe for the moment all the same.

Sadly, Gomamon wasn't awarded the same clarity as he felt the two cocks strike him, immediately attaching themselves to him where they always did. The seal digimon yelped out as he felt the two cocks wiggle themselves down to his crotch, attaching themselves to his data. "No! Dang it... no... I..." he moaned, blushing as the two cocks started to harden up despite his reluctance. The two cocks had a bevy of programming within them, the same kind that infected all of the drones, the kind that turned them into horny monsters.

Laying in the dirt, Gomamon groaned, his claws digging into the soil underneath him as the pair of cocks sat beside one another, a pair of girth balls jiggling between his asscheeks. The digimon had never once imagined such a strange sensation, nor one that could feel this good. Biting his lip, the digimon stared at the gleaming cocks between his thighs, so thick... so damn hard. "G... Gammamon... at... at least he's safe..." the seal moaned, his eyes fluttering as he absently reached towards one of the cocks.

Of course Gomamon knew better than to touch them, that would start the change... but it felt so mind numbingly good, he just thought one touch wouldn't be too bad. The moment his cock stroked the rubber shaft though, the digimon's eyes flew wide as he let out a deep throated moan. "Oh... holy... yessss..." Letting himself fall to the ground, Gomamon's other claw flew to the second shaft, his hands getting to work jerking off the twin shafts. Though he'd never done it before, the idea wasn't hard to grasp especially with some help from the data being installed into his programming.

The change was so fast, rubber started to spread across Gomamon's body, his flesh taking on the same gleaming quality as that of all of the other drones. The seal's flesh being turned into a rubber copy, the sensation was surprisingly pleasant. His balls churning as he worked the two shafts unable to stop himself, Gomamon's mouth flew wide open in a pleased moan, body twitching with ecstasy as the programming was dumped into his mind. It wasn't long before the digimon's face vanished into the visage of a gas mask, expression vanishing into the blank face of a drone, eyes a pair of bright green lenses. Upon the new drone's stomach a biohazard symbol formed, the words Goma-02 forming on each of his forelegs.

Goma-02's body thrashed a few times before it climaxed, both cocks shooting out streams of cum all over its rubber body, the juices dripping down its rubber body easily. For a moment the new drone basked in the afterglow of the sexual action, but such enjoyment was short lived as its new programming took control. Standing up, the new drone was now attached to the network of the digidrones. Glancing around, it didn't see where Gammamon had gotten off to, likely having run off already. It didn't matter though, everyone in the digital world would join the digidrones, it was just a matter of time.

With its cocks still hard, Goma-02 started off to look for either Gammamon, or someone else who could be infected with the rubber cocks. Walking away from the site of its transformation, the Gomamon drone didn't notice that Gammamon was still unconscious in the ditch below, and there he would stay for a little while. Goma-02 saw several other drones on its exploration of the woods, seeing them as well as unclaimed rubber cocks, it felt a connection to all of them now. Some of the drones could be seen occasionally humping one another, causing each other to cum several times, all of them locked in the embrace of perfect dronedom.

"Vyrnen! Come on, Vyrnen, get me out of here! There's some sort of invasion going on! Why won't you answer?!" The voice caught Goma-02's attention, the drone's head jerking to the side as it stopped with a squeak. The voice was frantic, the drone was a bit surprised none of the others had chanced upon it. Excitement filled the drone as the cocks between its legs started to throb with excitement, someone else to turn into a drone, to add to the collective of digidrones.

Gumdramon growled and stomped his foot, well aware that he was too loud, but the purple digimon had completely lost his patience. Trying to get in touch with Vyrnen had proven to be completely fruitless, something was blocking their transmissions, and even with the nanites infusing him to boost their compatibility it wasn't achieving anything. Too wrapped up in his own frustration at the situation, Gumdramon missed Goma-02 approaching slowly, a rubber masking forming in the drone's hands. The drone was vibrating with eagerness, but it was following its programming, wanting to get the jump on the unprepared digimon.

Hearing some grass shifting, Gumdramon turned around with wide eyes, just for the mask to be slapped right onto his face. Panicked eyes were covered by the blank drone mask, hands going up in a panic to try and tear the mask away. It wasn't going to work though, already the rubber was adhering to his face, connections being made between the digimon's code and the corruptive influence of the virus. Grunts and growls could be heard as Goma-02 sat back, jerking off its twin shafts, eager to see the fruit of its labor.

Within Gumdramon, Vyrnen's nanites were actively at work, normally strengthening the purple digimon. With the new invader though, they jumped to attention, knowing that their host was now at threat of being overwhelmed. The digimon, while having no capability to protect himself, had plenty of nanites that were only too happy to serve their dragon master in protecting his property. So while Gumdramon's face was being converted into the rubber gas mask of a drone, the x upon his forehead started to glow with a vibrant blue color. Gumdramon jerked as he felt the conflicting energies going at each other in his mind, but he could do nothing as he felt a rush of different programs hitting him at once.

Stroking itself, Goma-02 at first was thrilled with the progress, watching as the rubber was properly taking over the form of the other digimon. The first sign that something was wrong was the strange glowing x upon the Gumdramon's forehead, next was the fact that the lenses of the other digimon were glowing a vibrant blue color rather than the green they should be. Not only that, but the connection to the drone network didn't feel right. As the rubber formed upon Gumdramon's body, blue hexagonal symbols were forming on his shoulders and where his designation should appear was nothing but pure clean purple rubber.

Upon the Gumdramon's stomach, the digital hazard symbol started to appear causing Goma-02 some eagerness, thinking that things might finally be proceeding as normal. Such thoughts were dashed though as the blue hexagonal symbols formed over the digital hazard, wiping it away until it was purely the blue markings. Now Goma-02 was getting the distinct feeling that something was majorly wrong, and yet the drone programming within it commanded the digimon to await the completion of its fellow drone. Part of it knew something was wrong, but the processes were too tightly wound into its code, so it stood and watched as the Gumdramon continued to transform in an unexpected way.

Whatever was going on in the other drone's head, Goma-02 was unable to see, instead it continued to watch as several more blue hexagonal symbols formed across the other digimon's body. Between the other digimon's legs, a cock did form, so it seemed like parts of the infection were working properly. If the drone were capable of independent thought, it would have sent out a message to the others, but it was following the programming properly. The transformation aside from the visual changes, seemed to go properly otherwise, the transformation completing with Gumdramon's body seizing up and letting loose a geyser of cum as it let out a deep throated moan. Upon Gumdramon's official completion into a drone, Goma-02 approached its fellow drone, slightly wary but unable to break its cycle.

When the Gomamon drone approached though, Gumdramon's head snapped towards it with a surprising speed. Rather than accept the presence of a fellow drone, the new rubber digimon tackled Goma-02 to the ground. The drone felt confusion as its programming hadn't prepared it for this, new messages started to be drafted to be sent off to other drones to request aid, but that wasn't going to happen. Gumdramon's still erect cock pressed up against the base of Goma-02's, and something odd started to happen. Immediately the connection to the drone network was cut off, Goma-02 reeling as it felt the incoming data snap off and a strange silence entered into its head.

The more pressing change though was the spreading pure white rubber from where their cocks were touching, overwriting the rubber underneath. This new rubber had an odd charge to it, within the substance was Vyrnen's nanites, changed from their original form but just as possessive as the dragon could be. Along with the changing rubber came a new wave of programming assaulting Goma-02, the seal drone thrashing a bit in confusion as everything was becoming a jumbled mess of different directions colliding within its mind.

Gumdramon stayed still, vibrating with pleasure at its own changes, watching as the digimon underneath it grew still as the programming was taking hold. A new network was forming, one unlinked to the original ones that the rubber cocks had formed, its shaft throbbing against the hard cocks of the seal. Goma-02 leaned up a bit, almost in a daze, gazing down at itself as the same blue hexagonal symbols started to form on its rubber. The digital hazard mark upon its stomach being overwritten by that of the cyan hexagonal symbols, something about it causing the gomamon drone a lot of pleasure.

Goma-02's markings upon its forelegs shifted in color from the black lettering to a bright blue, the programming almost completely installed. Finally the new wave of rubber passed over Goma-02's head, the filters of its mask as well as its lenses taking on an electric blue color. There was yet another orgasm, the drone's cum exploding over Gumdramon's rubber body, Goma-02's mind awash with its newly installed programming.

-Network Connected-

The words flashed across Goma-02's vision, it was no longer connected to the old digidrones, instead it was bonded with Gumdramon now. The other drone allowed Goma-02 to climb to its feet, their cocks throbbing in time as they shared programming between each other. There was no loyalty to the old programming left in Goma-02, instead it was properly bonded to its new leader, and it would do as it felt right.

The two were too busy with each other to notice Gammamon now watching from nearby bushes, his expression a mixture of dazed and horrified. He'd awoken to find himself in the ditch, unsure of where his friend was, and what had happened. It hadn't taken him long to track down his friend, there was a trail of cum leading him, and though the saurian digimon had been sure he knew what would be waiting for him... he'd followed anyway. So imagine his surprise when he'd found his friend changed like he'd thought... and yet not, he'd watched much of the exchange. There was another force in place, and though at first he'd been excited... Gammamon wasn't certain this other corruptive force would be much better for the digital world.

Watching on, Gammamon ducked back into the bush, closing his eyes as he rubbed at his head trying to think of what he could do now. Now that his friend was one of the drones, he was uncertain if he'd manage to find any sort of way to free them from the drone virus. The little digimon was too preoccupied with his own worries to notice the shape looming behind him, the figure eerily quiet, watching the scene with interest. None of the three noticed their presence, and by the time any of them would it would be too late to stop the form's plans.