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Birth of Cynder Drone

Kira stretched in the midday sun as she leaned against a tree. The dark purple violet scaled dragoness relaxed as she watched the nearby river run by. Her white claw tips twitched as she pushed herself back onto her feet. Her white horns swept back, her wings neatly folded behind her back as she gently rubbed an itch on the side of her leg. Kira is an anthropomorphic female dragon from the clan known as Cynder. She wasn't the fastest, brightest, strongest, nor most clever of her clan she was simply average. Despite her slender form and good looks, she was still considered average amongst her clan. Others were more beautiful that demanded the attention of the local male populous, others had better leadership skills, were more charismatic. So many others had skills that outstripped her own, making her simply just blend in with the others but Kira would not have that, she wanted to stand out and that is why six months ago she left her clan in search of something that would do just that, little did she know that today was the day that was going to happen, but at the same time the uniqueness she desperately wanted all these years would become the last thing she would ever desire.

Reaching down she grabs her backpack. Her blue jeans and white tank top shirt was nothing fancy but it did the job on this relatively hot summer's day. She heard rumors about a mystical cave in the forest and she just had to find out if these rumors were true. Kira may not of been the best at anything but her drive and curiosity was second to none. After filling her water pouch from the river she headed into the forest, the friendly summer forest with birds chirping, wind gently blowing through the trees, the light shimmering through the treetops giving just enough light to keep the forest well lit and far from imposing.

"Now where would this mystical cave be..." she comments to herself as she thinks back on the strange travelers she ran across a half a day ago. Their cloaked forms made them impossible to see but then her curiosity drove her to talk to them and learn about this cave. Going by the directions she received via memory she searched and searched feeling that she was sent on a fool's errand till one fateful step, the crack of twigs and the sudden sensation of weightlessness overcomes Kira as the ground below her gives way. Kira lets out a scream as she tumbles down but with some quick thinking or instincts Kira spreads her wings and softens her fall with an only moderate thud. Kira falls to one knee as dirt and leaves fall down upon her body. She flicks her wings to knock them off as she rubs the back of her head and looks up at the light coming from the hole she made.

"Could have been worse," she says with a soft sigh as in that moment something catches her eye. She looks forward to see something shine on what looks like an old stone carved pedestal, "What do we have here?" she inquires to herself as she moves closer. She sees something she has not seen before a white gold necklace, maybe platinum, whatever it was it glistened in what little light was here, but in the center of this intricate V shaped necklace was the centerpiece a solid red diamond that just drew Kira's blue eyes to them. That reflective glow was impossible to ignore. Her eyes were locked onto it as she moved closer her hands twitched as she approached.

"Could this be what they were talking about?" she wondered as she reached for the necklace. Outside is astounding beauty it didn't seem all that mystical but then why was it here? No matter Kira ran her claws across it feeling the cool metal before she looked around as if someone was actually going to see her put it on. She feels the cool metal necklace wrap around her neck, locking into place as she gently rubs the gem as it adorns at the very base of her neck where her neck and chest begin.

"I think I'll keep this," she says as the gem starts to glow, a red light filling the room as Kira jumps back in shock, "What the?" she exclaims as the red glow starts to envelope around Kira. Kira attempts to remove the necklace but finds the clasp has melded perfectly together and some kind of force is preventing her from pulling it off as suddenly her world goes black.

Kira awakens an unknown amount of time later in a solid metal box. The smooth metal walls encase her, her groggy eyes slowly focusing to see more of her featureless confines coming into place as the red gem glows again causing Kira to jump and stand quickly her heart racing as the memories of what transpired hit her.

"Where am I? What's going on?" she yells out but only hears her voice echoing against the metal walls.

Her necklace feels warm as she feels a voice in the back of her head saying, "Good you are awake we can begin."

"Hello? Who are you? What do you want from me?" she exclaims as she looks around unsure where the voice came from.

"We want you, your world, everything. Who we are? We are equality. We bring the worlds to equilibrium and you have been chosen as the equalizer of this world."

"What? That makes no sense, do you mean like everyone treated equal?" she asks.

"Everyone being the same, being equal with only a few like yourself who will be the voice of all those on the planet, the voice speaking for all who to the other worlds who have been equalized," the voice explains.

"You aren't making any sense," she says her heart beats faster as she looks around, "Please let me out of here."

"I'm sorry we can't do that yet, not till the model of your world has been set, as you become the prime model for your world, the prime drone."

It was with those words that Kira's eyes go wide she starts beating on the walls yelling for help when four segmented metal tentacles wrap around her wrists and ankles, holding them tight and firm and as Kira struggles against them she finds the tentacles give no sway against her attempts. Her body held aloft in the air, feet and legs forward.

"First we'll fix your bipedal nature. Standing on two legs while others walk on four is too unequal," remarks the voice as panels open up in the walls revealing shiny purple rubber with black tips. As Kira struggles she takes note that these shiny rubber objects are draconic in nature and match her own scale color but there was something strange about them outside of the fact that they looked solid and full.

Smaller tendrils sprout from the tentacles that hold Kira in place. She watches with a grunt and a growl as the tendrils first pick up the gloves and it's then she sees they they do look solid, filled rubber hands. Kira tries to move her hands away as they are brought close but it's in vain as rubber tendrils sprout from the solid smooth face of the glove openings and wrap around her fingers, drawing her claw tips in. The rubber feels warm, like hot wax candle. Her claws slowly slide into the rubber wrapping around as the excess rubber is pushed outwards sliding across her arms as the dark purplish rubber as it moves across her form. What was so off about the gloves was finally visible once they were slipped on. They were a mix between the dexterous fingers that she has and that of a four legged beast. It was like the dragons of old hands where they walked on all fours but their hands were still usable to manipulate objects.

The same was to be said about the feet her bipedal feet were forced into the solid rubber the tendrils helping her feet find purchase no matter how much she struggled against it. The rubber slides up her scales against the force of gravity the tentacles move and adjust her body once the rubber feet are put into place. Below her opens up four holes in the floor which reveal four block metal presses, they open up, showing the mold interior insides as they do.

"What is this? No, please, I don't want to walk on all fours like my ancestors!" she whines as the voice in her head simply says.

"All will be equal."

Kira's rubber hands and feet fit perfectly into the base of the mold as the metal soon encases it, putting heat and pressure onto her precious limbs, but oddly it did not hurt, if anything it felt strangely good, erotically good. It was at this point that Kira noticed her clothing has been completely stripped away save for the necklace that adorns her neck.

Kira in a sign of resistance tries to pull her body out of the molds but it was impossible, the tentacles pull back, as a new one pulls out. Kira looks down between her legs at the noise of the emerging tentacle down below. This tentacle has a phallic silver draconic cock of a mold shape. The tip of it drips with that thick purple rubber that coats her body.

"No, no what about this is equal!" she exclaims as she squirms as she feels the hot dripping rubber tentacle rub against her wet folds.

"Genders are inherently unequal, all will be made the same," explains the voice as Kira lets out a soft moan as the phallic tentacle rubs up against her sex again.

"No, no I can't be aroused from this, no," she moans again as her female scaled lips are parted, the warm draconic cock sliding into her body as warm rubber flows from the end. Kira's tail twitches and her body shakes as she takes slow deep breaths as she's taken by another for the first time, then again saying it was 'another' would be stretching the truth.

"Oh the gods..." she moans loudly as the dildo slides in deeper and deeper pumping rubber into her body, into her sex, her vaginal cavity becoming coated with burning hot rubber that burns onto her flesh, causing her sex not to be in any sort of pain but increased pleasure, increased arousal. Her sex burning hotter than it has ever before, the desire to fuck now rubbing the back of her mind. Kira's sex clenches around the object as her hips helplessly thrust forward the tentacle adjusting to move with her thrusts keeping the object just in place as it pumps and sprays rubber into her dripping sex. The tentacle eventually pulling out but the only reason why Kira even knows it did is because she was watching the tentacle's end shoved into her sex. She looks past her breasts to see the tentacle eventually pull out but that stuffed rubber cock feeling remains, that burning hot desire, that burning hot lust her sex has is still there. She watches as the rubber cock sprays rubber onto her crotch before repeating the process with her tender rump.

Again Kira moans out as she's penetrated now for the first time in her other hole in her lower body. The burning hot pleasure sensation here is strange and muted but the longer the tentacle remains lodged in there pumping her body full of the rubber, as she feels her insides tense from the pressure, the greater her pleasure grows and feels till it too burns with a hot lustful need that of her sex. As the rubber tentacle pulls out Kira still feels that 'fully stuffed' sensation that is now driving her wild with desire as hot rubber is sprayed across her opening before a metal mold press is flung up from the floor and onto her crotch matching perfectly the space where the metal molds around her legs are.

Kira arches her back her breasts bouncing; her dark purple draconic nipples firm hard, sensitive to the cool air that wafts across her body. The hot metal presses causing her to continue to squirm and tug, wiggling in what way she can as they do her work.

_"Since you are going to be there for a while let's get some of that software installed shall we?"_asks the voice as the wall before Kira's face opens up to reveal a conical screen that moved forward partially enveloped Kira's head. It was several inches away from her head but it made it impossible for her to look away. The screen was dark at first, and Kira wasn't sure what this was for, as she felt her limbs and crotch just burn and get pressed. Suddenly a white flash flows over her eyes blinding her at first till a soft swirl of colors appears before her eyes.

"What is this?" she asked herself as she's never seen anything like it before. The colors keep changing their shapes altering, the pace of it ever shifting making it hard for Kira to concentrate on what was going on. Her senses overloading as her mind tries to cope with everything just 'shuts down' in a sense as it tries to block out all external noise, the red gem on her necklace glowing as a soft voice... her voice rubs up against the back of her mind.

"Equality is good. Equality is life."

The voice echoes as the colors continue Kira shakes her head at first her eyes closing but the screen grows brighter to the point that she feels she can still see it through her eyelids. The moment her eyes open again the brightness adjusts to normal.

"It's good to be equal. Good to obey."

"No, no what is this?" she says with a moan as she feels her sex twitch with delight, twitch with pleasure as the words, 'equal' 'obey' 'drone' cause her sex to twitch and burn just a bit more.

"Remove hate. Remove jealousy. Make everything equal."

What is this? Some of this was logical, simply logical, hate and jealousy were bad, something that Kira could agree upon but the rest? No, she couldn't just go along with such things.

"Obey the law of equality. Everything the same. Everyone in the world the same."

"No, no, I was like everyone else and it was horrible! I didn't stand out..." she whimpers a bit as it continues for the next several hours. Kira unable to look away, unable to stop, the heat in her loins, in her legs, in her arms kept her away till her body became absolutely exhausted. She couldn't speak back anymore; it was just too much effort.

"Equality is perfection. Perfection is obedience. Obedience in equality."

The words make their way into Kira's head as she eventually passes out, awakening an unknown time later only to awaken on the floor again. The cold metal against her scales, against her rubbery skin... wait her rubbery skin? Kira leaps up as adrenaline courses through her body as she pants heavily. She stands up on her rubber feet attempting to find balance, but her feet just weren't the same anymore, her legs hips weren't the same. Kira only manages to stay on her two legs for a good ten, twenty-five seconds before she falls forward landing on all fours. Tap, squeak, tap squeak, went her hands and feet as she moved, her body feeling at much better ease now than on her legs just moments ago.

"What did you do to me?" she asks as she looks over at her claws, her dexterous hands were gone, replaced with the ancient feral dragon claws that could still do things but weren't as delicate as her former hands. They were made much more for walking than say for composing music or playing baseball.

Looking back over her body past her wings she sees her legs, those feral hind legs of a powerful dragon, it took her a moment but she looks and notices that her body her rubber limbs are actually much bigger than what they were before. Her body looks a bit small by comparison, she tensed and twitched her toes and fingers as she felt the rubber was as real as her former limbs as a voice spoke up to eventually answer her question.

"We made you more equal. Isn't that wonderful?"

The words echo into her mind as the words 'equal' made her body twitch, her 'sex' twitch with a burning desire, pleasure.

"No, it's not wonderful!" she whines as she moves her left fore claw over to her crotch and starts to idly rub only to not only hear a loud squeak of her rubber hand rubbing against rubber crotch but only to find there was no opening whatsoever. Kira opens her eyes in shock as she rolls onto her back, spreading her legs to see from the tips of her toes to her crotch was completely rubber, but that her tender delightful sex was completely gone.

"No this can't be! You can't do this to me!" she screams as she runs her hands across her crotch. It felt so sensitive to the touch, so delightful that it sent tingles up Kira's spine as she let out an uncontrolled moan. Her mind 'felt' her sex twitch but in reality nothing happened, there was nothing there. The sensation of being filled by that draconic cock was still there, throbbing, piercing into her, making her feel a need in the back of her mind. Her hips thrust forward as she rubs harder.

"No, not this, anything but this," she says as she rubs and rubs, the sounds of squeaking echoing into the chambers as she rubs harder and harder, only making her grow more and more aroused. The smooth shiny purple crotch was there, so wonderful to touch but to do so was driving her mad. She tries to force a claw into the area where her sex was, only to get nothing. She tries the same to her former area where her tail hole was, again nothing. That filled sensation was there, that begging need to get filled, to have that cock move, to have something just let her feel the bliss of a good fuck was ever growing presence in her mind.

"This just can't be happening, this must be some kind of magic, a spell or a dream... nightmare," she says to herself as she starts to pace, unable to stand touching herself anymore. Not that felt bad to touch herself, no she was biting her lower lip to resist the urge to touch herself just because touching herself was driving her more insane than doing it herself. She paced around her room becoming more accustomed to walking on all fours, it wasn't so bad really. She didn't tire out much, the weight on each limb was essentially halved and there was something instinctively natural about what she was doing, that she didn't stumble at all. Her tail was slightly raised, an instinctual desire to show off her rump her dripping sex if it was there.

Sex, fucking, mating, rutting, the grinding of another against her, all pressed into her mind. First it was simple sex scene, straight up fucking the guy she had a crush on for years, the guy she wanted to impress but he didn't know he existed. Then it expanded to include the girl she thought was cute one... well maybe more than once. Images spread to become more lewd, more expansive. It felt like a haze around her mind, she tries to think straight but she let out a moan and whimpers, "Please... let me climax, let me cum, let me get rid of this burning in my loins."

"There is a way for you to find a release that your body seeks." whispers the voice.

"Please! Please! Anything! This is driving me mad! I can't think! I can't do anything... Please just let me get a bit of release!" she whines as she suddenly hears a click and whiz of machinery behind her. Kira slowly turns around to find a table rising up from the floor, on it was six objects. Four white gold, platinum circlets seemingly designed for her limbs, a fifth designed for her tail and laying across the whole table was a thick rubbery tail designed after her own, it looked like the gloves that were forced onto her some time ago.

"Put those on and you will find some of what you are looking for," explains the voice.

"What? Are you crazy?! I am not going to willingly put any of that on me!" she screams out up at the walls letting out a low growl.

"It is your choice. It will be there till you do. Just remember, release is within your power. Accept a bit of the equality we give and obey," says the voice as Kira shivers at the words again, each time they were said her arousal just kicks up a half a notch.

"No! No! No! I won't!" she yells out as she goes back to her pacing. Her hands occasionally touching down below before that bliss that desire that need becomes too great for her to continue. Her tail raised high she starts to grind with loud squeaks against the smooth metal walls, her rubbery claws tensing; squeaking as she tries to pretend the wall is fucking her. Images of a powerful male slide into her, her mind as she tries to recreate a scene from her life that never happened, in a vain attempt to get that spark that will ignite her burning loans into an explosion of pleasure that will bring her some kind of relief.

"Go ahead put it on. Become closer to perfection. To equality."

"No!" she yells as she starts to whine, "Being equal, being normal to everyone else was horrible! There was no fun in it, all the smart wonderful people stood out and they got all the attention."

"If you've known equality all your life, what's the harm in giving into a bit of it now? Your world's equality wasn't true. Is not pure, we shall bring the truth of real equality through you, our messenger, our queen."

Kira blinks and looks up, "D-did you say queen?"

"Yes, though all are equal. You will be your world's representative, the bringer of order, the bringer of equality. Your hard work will be rewarded as long as you obey," whispers the voice.

"O-obey?" she moans softly the words making her body twitch as looks back at the table, the gleaming bracelets, the rubbery tail, her red gem flares for a brief moment as her 'sex' twitches in delight and burns even hotter, "Fuck it! Can't get any worse now!" she yells as she moves over to the table grabbing one of the circlets and slapping it on her wrist, "See you happy now! I did as you told me to dooooooo!" she lets out a loud scream as the bracelet latches and merges into her rubbery skin but that isn't what caught Kira by surprise as an explosion of bliss surges through Kira's loins causing her to fall to the ground with a heavy thud, her head barely missing the table in the process.

The pleasure rushes over her like an ocean, it was a climax but then it wasn't. After a climax the bliss slowly fades and balance comes to her mind, but no not this, only an itch, a tease, to have another one. The level of heat burning in her loins, her rump was indeed less, but her mind now realized, just now exactly what her body truly desired, her body telling her mind what it had to do to get what she wants.

"By the gods... what was that?" she moaned as her body twitched and shook as she stood back up onto all fours.

"That's a good, you did as you were told. You obeyed. Why don't you continue and get more of that wonderful bliss," replies the voice.

"I.. but... no I can't... but," she says as she bites her lower lip as she eyes the jewelry and the rubbery tail, the light just reflecting off of it keeps her blue eyes locked upon it for a brief moment before she reaches over and slams the other bracelet around her other wrist, "Just one more, it can't hurt," she says as a similar pleasure hits her body again but this time she finds herself able to catch her body on the table, preventing herself from collapsing onto the floor.

"Obedience is good," whispers her own voice in her mind.

"This feels so good," she shivers as she sways her tail side to side her body half limp on the table as she just eyes the two remaining circlets for her legs. She reaches for them and gently runs her rubbery fingers along their sides, feeling the cool metal against her warm rubbery claws.

"These do look nice. There is no harm in wearing these? Just these, not like I am letting myself get more changed by wearing something that does look good on me," she says to herself as she swipes the circlets and slams both onto her ankles at the same time, which is soon followed by another wave of bliss, but not as big at the first or the last. Each one was just a little bit smaller than that first delectable 'release'.

Kira's rubbery claws ran across her crotch as the last burst of pleasure hit her in a vain sense of getting more, drawing out more pleasure out of her body, but all she ended up doing was bringing her closer to that needy height she as before she even put on the first bracelet. Her sex, her body ached as she craved that bliss more, her crotch feeling even more sensitive, easier to get aroused, easier to find that need to do anything to get off, that itching in the back of her mind to just simply obey.

Kira tried to resist this itch, this urge as she moved to the edge of the table with her new jewelry adorning her wrists and ankles and soon found herself humping the table's edge. The blissful desire coursing through her as her eyes steadily became glazed over. It was so much so tantalizing to get that much relief only to have it snatched away by her own needs and desires. Kira's hands ran across the purple rubber tail as she humped needingly, trying for the better part of an hour to resist only to let out a scream in frustration.

"Fuck it! I'll put the damn tail on too!" she says as she reaches for the thick slab of rubber shaped tail. The rubber tendrils at the end eager to grab and help slip the tail cover over her own. Kira watches as the edge of her bliss gets closer and closer as she slides more of the tail down her own. The tail suit itself seemingly to want to be put on as the tendrils were doing most of the work. The moment the entirety of the tail is enveloped by the slightly larger rubber one, the bliss and joy of Kira's obedience would rock her body once again.

_"Good Drone. Now obey and slip yourself into the molding process for us,"_whispers the voice as Kira shakes her head.

"No... I, I won't do it! You can't make me, I am not going into that mold thing again," she says as she stomps her foot down with a squeak.

"It was a bit premature of us to assume you fully understood the bliss of equality." Suddenly the thick metal tentacles that Kira remembers from before emerge from the walls and wrap around her four legs.

"Let me go!" she growls as the solid metal tail molding process appears on the other side of the room. An extra tentacle takes the tail bracelet and slips it onto her tail, but when it does there was no extra bliss, no extra pleasure like the other times before, but a growing, wanting need to get that release again within her loins.

As Kira is pulled back the extra rubber from the tail slides across her rump, back and belly, the thick gooey purple rubber slides across Kira's breast as her round mounds become assaulted by the hot rubber that crawls across her scales. Her perk nipples become completely enveloped by the rubber as her tail is slipped into the tail mold which is clamped down hard, pressing and burning with a delicious fire that sears into Kira's body and mind.

Kira grunted at the feeling as the floor opens up yet again to reveal a large torso sized body mold which slips and wraps around the entire section between Kira's tail and her neck. This leaves only her head, limbs and wings free of the tight pressing mold. Kira feels herself let out a gasp and a deeper moan as she looks around unable to do anything as the wall starts to open up again.

"No, no, not this again!" she yells.

"You will understand equality soon. Soon you will obey like the good drone you are."

The conical screen moves forward once again and envelopes her field of vision. The glowing colors and spirals assaulted her senses, a white soft noise is heard as a voice... her voice, soothing, strong, dominant whispers into her mind.

"Drone loves to obey."

"Good drone's obey."

"Drone is a good drone."

"No... I am not a drone, I am not a good drone," Kira cries out as she feels a large part of her body burning with bliss, desire, the heat of the molding process a she is held aloft unable to do anything, unable to look away, helpless as her mind is assaulted with these sensations once again.

"Good Drone's receive pleasure."

"Obedience is pleasure."

"Pleasure is obedience."

Kira shivers and moans as each of those words 'drone' 'obedience' 'pleasure' 'obey' just gave out little explosions within her mind. Not quite like the release she was craving no, it was more like an explosive build of the desire to get that release.

"Pleasure in equality."

"Equality is pleasure."

"All drones are equal."

"Drones are equality."

Again the words resonated within Kira's mind. Pleasure, obedience, equality. The words had a meaning, they had a logic, they had a pleasure to them, a pleasure that Kira is trying so desperately to ignore as it continues for hours and hours. Helplessly she looks at the screen listening to the words, the changing logic, leading into one giant circle. Anything she agreed with, the anti-hate, anti-jealousy, anti-sadness. Things she agreed with were turned into reasons to obey, to be a drone. To accept the way things are. Each time she tries to resist as eventually the passage of time and consciousness slip away from Kira only to have her awaken on the floor once again.

Kira jumps to her feet, this time not attempting to stand on her hind legs as she looks around and then quickly over at her body. Her colorations are still there, her purples, her violets but her scales are replaced with smooth rubber. Down the entire length of her body is now a smooth rubber dragon, only her wings and head remain untouched by the rubber.

"What are they doing to me..." she says softly as she looks down at herself as she notices that her mounds are no longer there. Her 'female' looks disappearing into something smooth, anadromous, equal.

"Making you equal. Don't you remember?" whispers the voice as Kira lets out a soft moan.

"Yes.. yes I do remember," she says with a pant.

"Doesn't it feel good to be equal? Doesn't it feel wonderful?" asks the voice.

"Y-y-no, I didn't ask for this. You are making me want this," whines Kira.

"But you did. Did you ever ask yourself why we chose you? Out of everyone on your planet? What made you stand out? For us to choose you to be the model of your entire planet?"

Kira pants for a moment before blinking at the words, "I never thought about that, why did you choose me?" she asks.

"It was because you were so equal to the others. Your completely average traits. Your balanced skills, no greater or much worse than the average. What made you not stand out to your peers, made you stand out to us."

"But... I..." she moans out her body squeaking as she paced and moved, her body larger, bigger than it was before, but not by too much. The gem on her necklace glowing a bit brighter as her blue eyes glows ever so softly. She spread her legs a bit as she felt the burning desire to touch herself, no it was not to touch herself. It was to obey. To listen to the words, to accept them.

Still Kira resisted, she didn't want to become a drone, but the words spoken to her, the delightful thoughts of being a drone were worming their way into her mind. The desire to get fucked, to be pounded, rutted, were still playing in her mind, but they felt less powerful than before, and only added to her growing lustful haze that she wished to rid herself.

"Be a good drone and allow yourself to open up and accept the gift of equality. The bliss of being equal. The bliss you will be entrusted to give to others, to your people, to your whole planet. You'll have the most important job anyone will ever have on your world, just let equality in and become a drone."

Kira lets out another moan as the words echo within her head, bouncing around as she rubs her legs together. Her body screamed at her to give in. To allow this to happen, memories of the bliss of her obedience from the previous times rush within her mind. Rush through her, pushing her deeper as doubts, cracks in her defenses, in her will, her resolve grow ever larger with each circling step she makes.

Kira's claws tap softly against the metal as her body gives off the faintest squeaks that echo in the room. Each step her body's desires grow, boil, burn, higher and higher as she mutters to herself, "No I just can't give in. Look what they've done to my body? They've made it so smooth and sexy, it'll stand out wherever I go--."

"Offer yourself to the equality. Let the rest be a blissful experience. Don't deny yourselves the pleasures of perfection."

Kira lets out a low rolling lustful growl, she grits her teeth as she stretches out. Every inch of her rubber body felt wonderful, but that burning sensation, that lust, it was driving her further made. Hour after hour she heard the voice speak to her, hour after hour her resistance waned, till she was practically drooling from the desire to do something, anything about the itch in her loins.

"W-what do you have me to do?" she says letting out a deep sigh as large stepped pedestal appears from the center of the room. Kira recoils in surprise as she watches the pedestal rise six feet into the air the steps spreading outwards till they reach her feet. Kira looks at the circular pedestals and gently bites her lip.

"Walk to the top of the pedestal, spread your wings out wide and tell us you want to feel the perfection that you so desperately crave."

Kira takes a deep gulp as he heart pounds, her wings which have been furled against her body twitch, her claws as she places one hand onto the step her body not so much rocked with blissful climactic pleasure, but feeling a soft gentle encouraging release which causes her to release that soft bite on her lip and lets out a moan. Another step, more pleasure, the first hind leg, more pleasure, the other, even more. Kira raises her tail, as she feels as if in a way she's being mounted, that her body is getting what she wants so badly, but she knew that wasn't true.

That she wasn't being taken, that there was no cock in her, no tongue eating her out, this control of her bodily needs was coming simply because she was simply doing as she was told. Hear breathe is heavy, as she reaches the top, not that it was hard to do, but it just felt so good to do. She looks around at her metal walled prison and looks forward she spreads her wings out as she is hit with a slightly stronger wave of pleasure before she feels the hot burning sensation of rubber sliding across her wings.

Kira twitches her wings for a brief moment instinctively pull back, but she wills them back out as she looks up to see the dripping rubber flowing over her purple and pink wings. The hot rubber crawls and caresses them like a mother's hand caressing that of her child's. Soon the metal mold presses appear, raised up from the ground and lowered from the high ceiling as they wrap around Kira's wings. The burning sensation growing, the pleasure getting higher, it all feeling better as she lets out a loud delightful moan.

"That's it. Now say the words and we'll bring you to perfection. To endless bliss."

"P-please, g-give me perfection!" Kira screams out as raising up from the floor appears to be a mask. A solid purple mask held aloft by two tentacles but as it gets closer she can see the white diamond shaped head markings along the forehead but that is all. It was smooth, featureless, faceless. No eyes, no mouth, small holes for her horns to slip through as it was placed on but nothing else.

Kira's body grew eager, lustful at the sight while what little resistance left in her mind felt fearful. "No eyes? No mouth? There is no face? "she thought as the mask turns around revealing the thick rubbery solid smooth surface she's seen so many times before. The mask moves toward her head rubber tendrils reach out and caress her face as another moan escapes her lips as the pleasure of her obedience hits her again.

The hot burning rubber runs across her lips, tendrils keep her mouth open as the mask slides on and fills her mouth, her head. The rubber rolls across her purple scales as her blue eyes look at the impeding wall of rubber that will consume her head entirely. Just as the wall of rubber with those reaching tendrils approach Kira's eyes she closes them, the rest of the mask slides across her face, filling every hole in her mouth plunging her head into total darkness.

She tries to breath only to find the hot sensation of rubber filling her lungs. The darkness burning her eyes as she opens to look before she feels something wrap around her head. The hot metal molds holding her wings now wrap around her head as her voice speaks out to her.

"Drone obeys. Drone serves," says her voice

"I... what is this? Who..." mentally replies Kira.

"No hate, no jealousy, no pain, just pleasure."

"That sounds nice. No hate, no jealousy, no pain, just pleasure."

"Equality is blissful. Equality is pleasure."

"E-equality is... blissful. Equality is pleasure."

"Being a drone is equality. Being a drone is pleasure."

"I but... drone, equality. Drone, pleasure."

"Good drones obey. Good drones receive pleasure."

"Good drones obey. Good drones receive pleasure."

"Good drones serve equality. Drones are the givers of equality. Drones are the givers of pleasure."

"Good drones serve equality... Drones are the givers of equality. Drones are the givers of pleasure," Kira's mind repeats. The voice her 'motherly' voice was so strong and powerful, the force and voice in her head too great to ignore as she found herself simply running with it till her consciousness faded once again.

Kira awakens again from her slumber but this time not in her prison cell but at the base of a long hallway, the walls tall perfectly reflecting mirrors. Kira stands up and looks at herself to see smoothness, perfection. Her face is gone, she moves her hands up to feel the solid smooth draconic face with no mouth, no ears, no eyes yet she can still see, still hear without issue. Her jewelry including her necklace still adorn her body as the red diamond on her chest glows softly.

"Welcome to perfection Cynder Drone. How do you feel?" whispers a voice.

"I-I feel fine... I feel great, wait how am I talking? Cynder Drone? But my name is Kira," Kira responds.

_"Kira was the name of your unequaled self. The self that experienced all that inequality. We looked at your history, Cynder was a great ancient feral dragon of your clan's past. The perfect beacon for your world to emulate, to become. You are now Cynder Drone. The one who will bring equality to your world,"_explains the voice as it simply echos within her mind, over and over till it was too hard to ignore or deny.

"Yes... I shall bring equality to the world," she replies as she looks over her smooth rubbery self. Her hands caressing her anadromous form. As a feral dragon one could not tell even with looking between her legs if she was male or female. There was no distinction, just equality.

The mirrors reflected her reflective rubber body back to her, back to her vision, she spread her wings, showing off her purely rubber form. It was so beautiful, so wonderful,"Everyone will be like this." she inquired.

"Yes, everyone will become exactly like you, just a bit smaller," the voice explains as Kira.... Cynder looks at the endless reflection of herself that go on forever. Copy after copy, each one perfectly the same, each one exactly like her in the endlessly bounce of light between the mirrors.

"If I am to be bigger, would that make me unequal?" she wondered.

"Walk forward to your final processing and I shall explain."

"As you wish," she responds as she feels a tingle of bliss through her body as she walks forward, head held up high, proud. "This is nice... this is wonderful, why did I fight this?"

"Many will fight against equality, not knowing what that truly means, it is a difficult task, one that will take time and a lot of effort. You shall be equal in body. Equal in gender. Equal in loyalty. Equal in skills, but being bigger smaller? That doesn't make one unequal. Everyone will treat everyone equally, the same and you the Equality planet of Cynder will be their representative and ruler."

"If I rule would that make me above the others?" she asks as she continues to walk forward.

"In a society that does not know true equality it would. But no, you guide and teach, show and spread. You aren't better than anyone else, nor are the worse than you. You will earn your title through hard work and diligence. Bringing equality to a whole planet deserves a reward, and a planet needs a representative to help guild it, and express their concerns equally to the other Equality planets."

_"Yes, yes I understand now. I will work hard to earn my place as Cynder Drone Queen,"_responds Cynder as mind accepts the words more and more as her own. Her smooth rubber body walks with an elegance, her tail only slightly raised, just enough to show the smooth featureless crotch of her body. Her heart raced as she walked towards her destiny. Her mind falls deeper into the subtle programming that has been placed into her head.

Upon reaching the end of the pathway she is greeted with a large full bodied metal mold press, much like the ones that molded her earlier but this was at least three times bigger than what she's experienced.

"Please step in the middle so we may finish your droning as Queen." says the voice as Cynder bows and replies.

"As you wish."

Walking into the center of the mold the metal around her ankles and wrists tense and lift her up into the very center of the mold. Rubber tentacles move down to latch onto the back of Cynder's head causing her to merely twitch. There was no moan, only the sound of a soft squeak as the mold slowly starts to close in around her, thick dark purple rubber already starting to be pumped into the mold can be seen from either side as Cynder looks forward.

"Uploading full droning program..." states a monotone voice as Cynder twitches as a flood of data moves into her head as the mold closes in around her. As the rubber gets pumped in, steadily starting to press and merge against her body the completeness of being a drone is revealed upon her.

"Drones have no emotion other than bliss. Drones are Blissful. Drones are obedient," the words, the programming sinking in as the various emotions Kira... Cynder grew up with are slowly melted away, her mind opening up to the programs flooding into her as her body is pressed to be bigger, wonderful perfect equality.

"Uploading droning and equalization training."

Now everything that Cynder needed to know is fed into her mind. Her open, willing mind. There is no doubt, no fear. No excitement. Only bliss, That she is obeying. That she is serving. That she is going to bring equality to others and show them the blissful truth that she now knows.

Hours pass as the process and molding happen, this time Cynder does not fall into a slumber. She looks forward in the darkness waiting patiently. Emotionlessly save for the bliss of what she is, what is doing what she has become. The mold slowly peels away, the light reflects off her smooth drone face as she doesn't even look at her body. The necklace, the circlets, the tail jewelry are there, bigger, merged part of her form. The red diamond has grown to remain proportional to Cynders new draconic feral body size.

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000001 is now operational," states Cynder in a mental monotone voice.

"Excellent Cynder, you know what to do," states the other voice as Cynder nods as she looks at the blue and green marble of her home planet before her. The ship she was on silently hovering as far above.

Pleasure and desire burns within Cynder's loins. That same and pleasure that used to bring the thought of sex, mating, having that big strapping dragon she wanted so much, to have so much before, they were gone, replaced with new visions, new thoughts. Thoughts of obedience, the twitching desire between her legs to obey, to follow the laws of equality, the vision of making that strapping dragon an equal drone like herself was all that coursed through her mind. The visions of turning the entire world equal, her purpose burning within her body as she stares at the world below.

"Yes... I do," she responds as the red gem glows brightly surrounding her body in a red light as she disappears teleporting onto the planet below, ready to spread her equality to the world.