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The Rise of Equality

Arrows stick out all over Cynder Drone like quills on a porcupine, Belikr holds his spear with all his might as he drives it in deeper into Cynder Drone's rubbery smooth flesh. Cynder Drone stands there motionless for a moment, as Cynder 2 and Cynder 3 stand beside her one on each side as the two look over their beloved queen of the drones.

"My Queen, are you alright?" inquires Cynder Drone 2 in a still emotionless monotone voice that only their fellow drones could hear. Cynder Drone 2 who not too long ago was a dragon by the name Eransa.

"Say something my Queen, we want to spread your equality, but we do not know what to do with these the one who struck you," responds Cynder Drone 3 who before entering the facility with Cynder Drone and at that time Eransa was Kirshina the dragoness lord of the town.

Cynder Drone remains unmoving as Belikr yells, "I think we got the demon! See I knew she wasn't our Goddess Cynder!" exclaims the red scaled dragon.

Silence overtakes the field as Cynder Drone silently and motionlessly surveys the field around her. Her entire face senses and sees the world around her, no longer needing the small port holes of 'eyes' to see.

"Forty attackers, twenty armored guards with melee, ten archers, and ten local towns folk armed with makeshift weapons," Cynder Drone watches and calculates her next move. She notices that one of the local townsfolk is Viratan the black scaled dragon that questioned her before when she first arrived, "What to do with them. They so violently resist equality. Do they truly deserve it?" she inquires to herself as a voice speaks into her mind, not just one voice but hundreds. These voices are of the other world drone Queens that represent their world, connected to her with the help of the ship orbiting the world above.

"All deserve equality. All must be shown equality. Equality is the one truth in the universe. Uplift and save these non-believers by showing them the error of their ways. Show them the Truth. Show them, Equality," the voices speak into Cynder Drone's mind. The power of their unified thought not only quells Cynder Drone's thought but removes it entirely, rewriting the portion of her brain that created the thought and replaced it with what was spoke. "Equality is the one Truth in the Universe. All deserve to be shown and embrace the Truth, no matter what."

"Look there is more of them!" yells one of the guards.

"Archers get ready!" yells Belikir as he attempts to pull his spear out of Cynder Drone but finds himself unable to do so, "Ready... Aim!" Belikir yells as the others prepare to their weapons to charge after the attack.

Fi--," Belikr is about to say when his words are drowned out by a series of sickening cracks. Belikr's shaft of his spear breaks free as all the wood at the base in Cynder Drone's body breaks and snaps. The arrow shafts tumbling to the ground before Cynder Drone's gem glows a bright mesmerizing red.

"You defy me? Your Goddess? You doubt the gifts I have come to bestow upon you? Power and blissfulness beyond your mortal minds can comprehend?" Cynder Drone booms into the minds of her attackers. The two drones beside her gems also glow as their minds are forced into a perfect alignment with the Cynder Drone. They speak in unison with her, creating a stronger booming echo. Emotion is syntheses into their voices not to show their anger, for they have none. Not to show their disappointment, for they have none. Not to show sorrow for their lack of understanding for they have none. But to convey the sadness of nothingness that they feel by them not being equal, to show it as an emotion that these unequal beings will understand that is no longer necessary with equality, anger.

They watch as Cynder Drone 'speaks' these words into their minds the arrows and spearheads still lodged into Cynder Drone's body is pushed out, the holes quickly oozing and then smoothing over making as if the attack has never happened. These pieces all clattering to the ground before them just as Cynder Drone finishes her sentence.

Viratan drops his pitchfork that he has in his hands and drops to his knees, "Oh great goddess! I am sorry for my heresy. I was tricked by the others, I repent!" he yells as he bows before her.

"Get up you fool, this is all a trick! This foul creature is a demon!" yells Belikr as he then says "Archers fire!" and in those moments Belikr feels Cynder Drone's rubbery claws come down knocking him off of his horse which quickly runs away. He hands with a heavy metallic thud to the ground as he stares up to see Cynder Drone holding him down as his body is pivoting on the spot. Cynder Drone swings her body around using her form and tail to swipe across half of her attacks knocking them to the ground, causing the less trained townsfolk to quickly retreat.

"Two help me get those that stayed. Three stop those that retreat. All must be shown the power of equality today," commands Cynder Drone as the two without a word or another thought move into action. Viratan remains kneeling before Cynder Drone his body shaking as he looks around as he sees the smaller clone of the goddess rush through the crowd knocking soldiers down bashing their heads into the ground, knocking them out cold, before bowling through the archers knocking them down like the pins they are.

Those retreating barely get past the gate when Cynder Drone 3 lands in front of them. Her necklace gem glows brightly which causes half of them to stop running and stand, their eyes glowing a matching red as they stand like mindless husks. The last few attempts to run past but her lightning fast reflexes knock them down to the ground, her tail whacks one in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.

The last remaining retreating townsfolk just managed to slip by as Cynder Drone 3 sprints after her. She leaps and glides through the air landing on top of her, pinning her to the ground as her body is dragged across the muddy ground. Her head pinned against the ground with her rubbery foreclaw. A puff of air is released from underneath, allowing her nostrils to flair and grab a much-needed breath.

"You will be shown our blessing, come and be thankful," Cynder Drone 3 states using the voices of Cynder Drone and Cynder Drone 2 to speak to them.

Viratan continues to watch as Cynder Drone now picks up Belikr in her fore claw holding him like a rag doll as she fights and with the help of Cynder Drone 2 defeat those that remain. Their attackers weapons slice and cut across their rubber bodies only to have the damage self repair itself moments later, the battle ending once they were all bruised, battered and somewhat bloodied but Viratan could tell that everyone was still alive.

Viratan's body shook heavily as he watched in his kneeling position as Cynder Drone 2 & 3 started to grab the others and drag them back into the mythical building in front of him. For the moment ignoring him completely as Belikr still conscious squirms and struggles within Cynder Drone's tight grip, his metal armor dented where Cynder Drone's claw tips touch the metal.

"Unhand me you Demon!" he yells as Cynder Drone stands proud and tall before Viratan while holding Belikr high in the air, forcing him to look into her smooth featureless rubber face.

"I am no Demon, I am the blissful equality that all life deserves. I am your future, embrace me as you would your Mother's womb and your life will be full of blissfulness, joy and equal perfection," she states using the voices of the other two to enhance her own as she speaks into Belikr's and Viratan's heads.

"Great Goddess Cynder, I am unworthy of such a gift. I've been filled by nothing but doubt. I fell for Belikr's heresy and planned like the others to strike you down. All I ask is for your forgiveness!" he declares as he bows from his muddied kneeling position.

Cynder Drone holds Belikr off to the side, ignoring his curses and angry yells as Cynder Drone lowers her head down to Viratan as she speaks softly soothingly into his mind, her red gem glowing as it catches his eyes.

"Nothing will bring me greater pleasure than showing one like yourself the bliss of equality. Submit yourself to me, become equal, and revel in the joy of a new life and a new world that we shall bring. Accept equality and all shall be forgiven."

Viratan watches the smooth face of Cynder Drone, the red gem catching him, drawing him in as his green eyes slowly start to turn red, his body shivering in bliss as the words echo into his mind as he says, "I shall submit myself to you and become equal. I shall revel in the joy of a new life. I shall help bring about a new world. I shall accept equality," he says as the uncertainty, the shakiness of his voice steadily fades with each world flowing past his life, soothing his mind and body till it becomes almost monotone by the time he utters the words 'accept equality'.

"Rise and accept equality, follow me towards bliss." Cynder Drone commands.

"I shall accept equality. I shall follow you towards bliss," Viratan responds in a monotone voice as he stands upright and at attention.

"Good... as for you, you shall also accept what I have to offer. None shall be denied equality," she says directing her voice into Belikr's mind, her gem stone glowing brightly as Belikr continues to struggle.

"Unhand me demon so I can destroy you!" he yells.

"I am no demon. I am your Goddess Cynder. I am truth. I am equality," she states as the gemstone glows ever brighter.

"You are nothing but a charlatan!"

"I am bliss. I am pleasure. I am the one truth in the universe. I am equality. You will accept my gift, my blessing. You shall be equal. You want to be equal," the Cynder Drones state into Belikr's mind as the gem glows even brighter drawing his gaze into the stone.

"I... I... I will accept my gift. I will be equal... I want to be equal... I want to accept... accept..." Belikr says as his voice steadily grows more monotone before a surge of adrenaline courses through his veins and he yells, "No! You foul beast you shall be defeated if not by me but by my true Goddess Cynder! Oh, great Cynder save us from this foul creature!" he prays.

"You will understand soon," Cynder Drone states as she walks back into the building with Viratan following beside her, "I shall have you two work together to become blissfully equal," Cynder Drone states as Viratan happily nods.

"Yes, wonderful equality," he replies as a bulge shows within his pants.

"I shall not fall for your tricks!" Belikr states as he looks around. He sees eight or so of those he brought with still awake but their eyes glowing a demonic red glow, like the gems on the Cynder Drones. He watches as they freely strip, revealing their naked bodies all of which are clearly aroused. They state softly as they step willingly into these chambers, "Equality is Truth. I shall accept the truth and become equal."

The doors closing behind them blocking them from Belikr's view as the other two Cynder Drones are busily stripping down the unconscious or bound bodies of the others. Those who are awake struggle and yell much like himself before being thrown into a chamber, much like the one he's being forced to.

"Strip so equality may happen more efficiently," commands Cynder Drone.

"Yes Cynder, I shall obey," responds Viratan as he strips down to his bare scales, revealing his supple barely manly draconic body, his pink aroused flesh throbbing between his legs as he shows zero interest in tending to his desire.

"Step inside, and equality will come."

"Yes Cynder," Viratan replies as he does as he is commanded.

"No don't listen to her! Fight it! Fight!" Belikr yells as his armor is peeled from his body, broken as easily as aluminum foil, but done delicately as to not harm his body. The heavy armor pieces clatter to the ground and are swept aside as Cynder drone says to him as Viratan steps into the chamber.

"There is no reason to fight equality. No reason to be scared. Relax, accept the blissfulness of equality."

"I will fight you to hell and back!" exclaims Belikr as his now naked body is forced into the chamber, "Let me go! Let me go!" he screams as he's released. He rushes to the door but it closes far too fast for him to escape, his claws scratch against the door before turning to Viratan who stands in the center of the chamber facing him, his arms relaxed to his sides as his arousal throbs and dribbles a little bit of pre-cum, "You what the fuck is wrong with you?" yells Belikr as he rushes over to him, "Stupid peasant, so easily swayed by demonic powers," he growls.

"I shall become equal. I shall accept the truth. It feels wonderful," Viratan says in a monotone voice as panels open up from the ground as thick metal tentacles move towards Viratan's body who pays no heed or attempts to notice them.

"Look out!" yells Belikr as he rushes Viratan shoving him out of the way. Viratan feels himself knocked to the ground landing hard with a thud as he looks up to see the tentacles wrap around and tightly grasp Belikr's limbs.

"Why did you do that for?" Viratan asks still showing no emotion as the solid silver molds move up from the floor. It is then Belikir notices the tentacle's origins are to these molds. He struggles and growls, "Let me go! Let me go!" he yells as his limbs are pulled into the molds as they wrap around his body.

"No, no! You can't do this to m-- "his worlds are cut off as the mold covers his entire body. The world around Belikr is completely silent, he feels his form forced into some kind of feral position but outside of that he isn't sure what going on. His breath is heavy as a hum comes from all around him.

Viratan watches with his still red hazy glowing eyes as black-purplish and magenta rubber liquid flows into the mold. Viratan watches confused as his body aches in need, in pleasure, his hands just now about to reach for his throbbing desire when the three Cynder Drones echo into his head, "No! You will not release from pleasure. Pleasure is part of the Truth. Truth is equality. Pleasure is part of Equality. Obey and wait. Accept your punishment for letting your care receive your equality before you."

"Yes, my Goddess," Viratan responds his wings dropping slightly as he lowers his head.

Belikr on the other hand feels a warm burning sensation come across his body. He yells out as the rubber rushes into his mouth, into his face. Squeezing and enveloping every inch of his body. The heat sears into his scales pushing deeper and deeper into his form, into his core. It feels like hot knives are pushing into his body, but after the initial steak of pain they become sources of pleasure that dive deeper and deeper into his form.

The rubber squeezes around him in the mold as he feels his sense of feeling shift slowly outwards, towards the walls of the mold, the pleasure causing a sense of forced arousal in his loins. He grunts as he thinks, _"No this is foul magic, I must resist it!"_as the rubber prevents him from forming any words. He feels the ache in his loins though grow ever stronger but instead of feeling the slide of his throbbing length of draconic manliness move every forward it remains localized in his crotch, blocked from moving outwards, as the sensation only increased and grows stronger and stronger.

"You are a good drone. You want equality. Equality is pleasure. Equality is bliss. Accept your equality and grow. Accept your equality and feel pleasure. There is no pain. There is no sadness. There is no sorrow. No jealousy. Only pleasure. Only bliss. Only equality. This is the truth of the world. The truth you are to accept. Become equal, become one with the others. All equal, obedient to the truth. The call of equality. Accept and obey," words echo into Belikr's mind as he tries to move, wiggle, fight against it but finds no movement, no visuals, no other sound save for the soft hum of the machine around him.

"No, no I shall not! This is wrong, this pleasure is wrong," Belikr's mind screams.

"Pleasure is never wrong. Pleasure is good, Equal. Pleasure is positive to all. All enjoy, it is equal to everyone. Accept the pleasure of equality. Obey and become equal to the others. Accept and obey." The voice continues to attack and rub against Belikr's mind. Its soothing monotone voice is hypnotic calling him to repeat the words as the pressure around him grows ever strong, the pleasure ever higher.

Viratan meanwhile watches the sold metal mold wrapped around Belikr, sorrow fills Virtan's heart as he knows that he was the one destined to be there, "I am sorry my Goddess for I have shown myself to be weak once again," he says out loud after several hours of silence. He bows before the mold in a form of worship

"You have failed, and you shall be duly punished for what happened, but you will still be rewarded equality in the end. You will continue your duty and show the glory of equality to others. Starting with the one in the mold, he was given the body of equality too early and so you must work to bring his mind towards equality to receive your body of pure bliss, pleasure and truth," explains Cynder Drone.

"Yes my Goddess! I understand I shall do what you will of me!"

"Good, now look up and stare into my gemstone, you shall receive one just like it once you've become equal," Cynder Drone continues as Viratan looks up as a shutter pulls back allowing Viratan to look up at the blissfulness of Cynder Drone's smooth face. Her gemstone glows red, drawing and locking his eyes to it once more as over the next two days it will grow brighter, and stronger. Viratan is drawn ever deeper into it as time for him loses all meaning.

During this time Cynder Drone communicated once again to others of her station, the equal representative of hundreds of worlds which her own world will soon be joining.

"Equality is bliss. Equality is Truth. Equality is obedience, but there might be others of this world more powerful than this strike against the Truth. I want to defend the Truth. I understand my earned position, my equal position to you all as I represent and guide the others towards equality and Truth. What can I do to better protect what we hold most dear to us?" she inquires to the collective.

"For every thousand equal drones, one who has earned the right may be given a newer equal body to protect their fellow drones of equality, to protect you the bringer of Truth, but also help in your mission. As you start you may select four who can fulfill this role more equal than the others. They will still be equal, just like yourself, but their bodies larger, stronger like your own but still not as large. For each world may have only one representative. Do you understand?"

_"Yes, I do. I shall select my protectorates of Truth. Of equality wisely, thank you for your guidance. Equality is Truth. Equality is Bliss. Equality is obedience." _Cynder Drone speaks to them as her final words are matched by that of the other countless representatives from the other worlds.

Meanwhile others who were in Virtan's original position start to slide out of the molds revealing perfectly formed Cynder Drones. Their golden necklace and red gemstone comes down from the ceiling and wraps around their necks. They stand at attention as each one feels the wrap and bliss of the necklace connecting them to the others, causing Cynder Drone's own necklace to grow even more powerful.

""Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000004 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000005 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000006 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000007 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000008 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000009 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000010 is now operational."

"Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000011 is now operational." Their voices joining the others as the others trapped in their chambers were already on their way to joining the others. Parts of their bodies were processed into rubber Cynder Drones. Legs, tail, crotches, some farther along than others as the process adjusted to the rate of 'resistance' to each subject, all of which seemed to erode a little bit faster than before.

"Viratan?"

"Yes, my Goddess?" Viratan inquires as he continues to stare up at Cynder Drone's gemstone.

"Your task is about to begin, be ready."

"Yes, my Goddess," Viratan responds as he turns to face the mold, his body still hyper aroused, his eye color not now only glowing red but the color of his iris has changed to match as he thinks as the mold starts to hiss open, "I accept equality. I accept the bliss of truth. I shall earn my equality. I shall obey. Obedience is bliss. Obedience is pleasure, I shall obey. I shall become equal."

Belikr on the other hand feels the sudden tug of the mold against his skin, "Yes a chance at freedom!" he thinks as the mold peels away, his body tumbling to the ground with a squeak as he tries to move like he normally would but finds himself unable to do so. He tries to speak out what happened, his vision greater than it was before and despite the long length of darkness he adjusted to the light perfectly, instantly.

"What has happened? Why can't I speak? What's wrong with my body?!" Belikr thinks as he looks down at himself noticing his smooth rubber form. He takes a step back as the mold machine is pulled away. He looks up and sees Viratan look at him with a dazed smile, his length jumps up eager at what he sees while Belikr feels a burning pleasure sensation between his own crotch.

"What has that demon done to me?" he thinks as he looks around, his body squeaking, wings spreading out as he starts to panic.

"Relax you were given equality, be blissful, happy at the gift that was given to you," Viratan says as he takes a step towards Belikr who stumbles back, tripping over himself managing to land on his back with a solid thud, showing off his smooth belly and crotch. Belikr shivers as he sees what he's become.

"They've turned me into just like them!"

"Calm yourself," commands Cynder Drone backed by the now eleven other drones. Her words boom into Belikr's mind instantly calming him against his will, "You have been given the body of equality, but you are not yet ready for it. You stole it from Viratan, now you shall be shown the bliss of equality with his help. Accept him; embrace him so he may be rewarded with the equality that you've taken," Cynder Drone explains.

"What? No, I shall not accept the blissful joy and wonders that is the truth of equality... what did I just say? What did you do to me?!"

"Calm yourself," the voices speak into his mind again calming his mind once again as he remains spread and on his back, _"Viratan enjoy yourself against his equality, feel what you failed to fight for, this shall be the start of your punishment and drawing him into the truth of equality,"_Cynder commands as only Viratan himself can hear.

Belikr watches as Viratan moves closer, his gaze focuses on that throbbing length between his legs, "Get that away from me. I am not a female, I am not into others manhood!" Belikr thinks as Viratan doesn't respond at all, as he moves down onto Belikr, who is about to attempt to push and pull him off when the metal tentacles from before wrap around his feral limbs and keep him exposed.

Viratan's draconic tapered cock head rubs against Belikr's smooth crotch. Viratan's pre-cum leaves a streak across the rubber as he moans softly, starting to grind himself against the embodiment of equality.

"It feels so good Goddess, equality feels so wonderful!" he moans as he rubs harder and harder against Belikr's body. His crotch presses hard against Belikr's, as his cock is sandwiched between himself and the smooth rubber blissfulness. His naked chest rubs against Belikr's smooth rubber belly and chest as the sweet sounds of squeaking rubber fill the room. The smooth sensation against Viratan's scales drive him even wilder than before, his arms wrap around this embodiment of all his desires. He nuzzles into Belikr's chest and neck. Licking around the same areas as Belikr tugs against the constraints which hold him firmly in place, his head shakes and turns side to side.

"No! No! Get that disgusting thing off of me! Get off of me! I do not want this; I do not want that cock against me any longer!" Belikr thinks as he himself is feeling a sense of nothingness wherever Viratan touches his body. His crotch feels nothing that pleasure sensation disappears completely the moment Viratan's cock touches him.

"Continue to feel all over his equal body Viratan, show how much delight and bliss you feel when you touch him," Cynder Drone encourages as Viratan moans ever deep in lustful delight.

"Yes, yes! Yes, my Goddess! I shall feel the bliss and delight of equality!" Viratan yells out as he slides and rubs his body against Belikr who feels that needy wanting cock crawl up against his body, leaving a void of pleasure in its wake. Soon Viratan's hands were rubbing and massaging Belikr's smooth Cynder Drone face, running his fingers across his rubber horns, pulling his rump up onto Belikr's chest, his tail laying across and sliding across the slick and shiny Cynder Drone belly. Each touch of what Belikr has become send jolts of pleasure through his body causing his length to throb harder, pulsate and dribble more pre-cum, as Viratan felt so pent up, so wanting to release his delight against such a beauty.

His length moved ever closer, his head held still by Viratan's grip as Belikr watched helplessly as the throbbing cock moved ever closer. Images rush through Belikr's mind, images of his past, and his secret desire for male flesh. His wanting to serve cock, the secret discovery of Kirshina's dual nature that catapulted him up to the top of the guards as he worshiped her body, worshiped her throbbing cock, all of which now left a void in his body, a void of nothingness, an uneasy disgust that he wanted to get rid of.

Now that the cock pressed up against his face his struggle, his delight felt all the more real, as trails of pre-cum clung to his smooth featureless face. Viratan felt so wonderful to touch this bliss. He grinded himself hard against Belikr's muzzle as he felt his length teased and squeak against the smooth rubber flesh that he so desired.

"No, no this is disgusting! Get this off of me! Get it off! I don't want this at all!"

"You don't want this cock before you?" inquires Cynder Drone.

"No, get rid of it! Get it off of me! I hate it!"

"Do you want to make it better? To make it pleasurable? Blissful?" Cynder Drone inquires again.

"Yes! I don't want to feel this thing against me anymore!" Belikr mentally yells.

"Then request respectfully to give it the treatment and it will go away and become equal."

"Yes, do that! Just make it go away! Stop him from grinding himself all over me! It feels horrible!"

"Ask respectfully. Without anger. Without emotion. Equality is bliss. Ask me like a fellow equal, like I speak to you now that you want to bring equality to this being's crotch."

Belikr struggled continued for a moment longer as he felt Viratan's cock run around in a circle across his muzzle, he tenses for a moment before calming himself like what he felt before,"Please do so." He manages to say as a rush of pleasure goes through him tingling the back of his mind causing him to buck forward as the tentacles release him instantly and wrap around Viratan pulling him away from Belikr and into the center of the room.

"As you wish, it shall be done. Viratan is in your care to be made equal, feel the delight you bring yourself and others as you equalize what is not equal. Genders are unequal, we shall fix that first," Cynder Drone explains as Viratan moans softly as he's taken to the center of the room.

"Is it time?" he asks hopefully.

"You've earned part of equality, accept it with delight," Cynder Drone explains as a smaller mold comes out from the floor, the mold wraps around his crotch like a solid steel plated heavy armored underwear. Rubber is seen pumped into the mold as the hot rubber touches and clings to Viratan's body. He moans out in delight as he feels the pleasing aching throb in his loins spread, grow, but steadily pushed back. Belikr pulls to his feet as he watches, the void sensation left by Viratan's cock steadily fading away from his body returning that neutral 'bliss' feeling his body constantly feels. His gaze is captivated by the molding process, his crotch tingles in a sense of delight which slowly travels up his spine like slow fingers caressing his back, his wings spread out slightly before hitting his mind causing a mental gasp as after a few hours the mold peels away revealing a slick smooth genderless Cynder Drone crotch that he himself possesses.

"Thank you Goddess for this gift," Viratan declares as Belikr's limbs are once again bound to the ground preventing him from moving.

"What is this? Why am I held down again?!"

"Calm yourself, accept your reward and feel the bliss of equality," Cynder Drones say into Belikr's mind forcing calmness over him once again.

"Show your thanks to him, show off your new piece of equality that he has so graciously given to you. Show him thanks for giving you a piece of the Truth," Cynder Drone commands as Viratan nods.

"Yes, my Goddess," Viratan replies as he moves over and holds Belikr's head once again. Belikr struggles for a moment as he sees that smooth rubber crotch move ever closer but as it touched his face he felt a wave of pleasure shoot up into his brain as his body instinctively nuzzles into it causing a loud squeak and for Viratan to moan out in blissful pleasure.

Viratan's wings twitch, his tail sways behind him as he grinds his smooth crotch against Belikr's face. Smooth crotch against smooth face continues on longer and longer. Viratan feeling a bliss shoot through him, feeding into his mind, "Equality is Bliss. Bliss is obedience. Equality is Obedience. Equality is Truth. Obey the Truth. Obey equality, submit to equality," he thinks as he rubs against that smooth rubber muzzle.

Belikr rubs and feels the crotch against his face, each rub sending pleasure into his mind, and trickling down his back like raindrops down the side of a window, pulling down his rump, and belly down into his crotch where it builds up, but not dripping down in any form of release. The bliss of the smooth equal gender pushing deeper and deeper into his mind as his toes and fingers curl, wings flutter as he nuzzles into it. The blissful wonderful crotch that is given before him

"Genders are unequal. Genderless smooth crotches are equality. Equality is Bliss. Bliss is equality. Equality is the Truth. Accept the Truth. The pleasure, the bliss of equality. Become complete, accept it, accept it... want it," Cynder Drone's voice whispers into Belikr's mind, his body shivering in delight as Viratan pulls back.

Belikr's head attempts to nuzzle the crotch for a moment longer till he sees that Viratan is moving behind him, his tail grabbed by a tentacle and raised high revealing the smooth sensitive crotch below.

"I must feel all of your equality," Viratan says in a monotone voice as he brings his smooth crotch to your own. The two becoming drones rub against one another, sending waves of pleasure into both of you. The two moan out, one vocally, the other mentally as Belikr feels the sensation multiple with each forcefully rub, but he also feels the voice of Virtan's belly against his back, his arms wrapping around him, leaving him with a sense of nothingness there while feeling intense pleasure between his legs and face.

Something in the back of Belikr's mind snaps, "Walking on two legs getting behind me like this. How dare that peasant do something like that. How dare he! I am on all fours and he's not? How is that fair... how is... that equal?"_Belikr thinks as he receives a rush of pleasure into his mind, _"Cynder, I can request equality to be done to Viratan?" Belikr inquires.

"Yes, you may, what equality do you wish to gift upon Viratan now?"

"Make him a walk on all fours like me then!"

"I'm sorry but you must make the request as an equal," Cynder Drone explains as Belikr takes a moment to calm his mind, feeling back to the sensation of neutral emotions, feeling a sense of bliss go through him as he reaches the state of mind once more.

"Make him like me, have him walk on all fours, give him a body like I do," Belikr asks in a monotone voice.

"As you request it shall be granted," Cynder Drone replies as tentacles appear like before and wrap around Viratan's body who moans out in delight.

"Is it time? Am I to receive the gift?" Viratan inquires as he's drawn into the center of the room, Belikr though is not released like before but forced to watch as Viratan is processed like he was before with a few select differences, all but Viratan's head and crotch were pulled into the solid metal mold that wraps around his form. Viratan is forced onto all fours as he moans out happily, knowing in his mind what he's about to receive, growing so eager for it that his smooth crotch could barely contain the delight.

The smooth reflective crotch shines brightly in the lights as Belkir is forced to look at it, to watch it as the rest of the mold looks so dull in comparison that is all he can see as both he and Viratan have solid metal masks slide over their heads, but Belikr's here is once again different. They are both solid smooth metal, with wires attached to the base but Belikr's has a magenta tinted visor, which allows him not only to see the soft hypnotic swirls forced over his eyes but also to stare at Viratan's Cynder Drone Crotch.

Viratan feels a reinforcement of his programming, to be a good equal drone, to want it, to desire it. Do what he is told, to obey. To accept genderless equality. To accept the total bliss of what he is to become and without an ounce of resistance, Viratan accepts it. His eyes locked onto a small gemstone build into the mask which further feeds into his mind. The hot rubber presses into his scales only intensives his delight, his bliss, his wanting, unending need to become the equal being that he always wanted to be.

Belikr on the other hand was given more direct mind teasing, the voices of the other Cynder Drones occasionally adding into his own hypnotic programming, _"Obedience is bliss. Bliss is equality. Equality is Truth. Truth is equality. All must be made equal. Equality is obedience. Obedience is bliss. No emotions but bliss, happiness, pleasure. Not feelings but bliss, pleasure. All must be made equal. All must obey equality. All must follow and know the Truth of Equality." _ Hours would pass as both would go through their cycles, and as new Cynder Drones would come become operational the unified voice of their collective, their strength grew ever stronger, forcing deeper into Belikr's mind.

When Viratan was released from his mold a day later he falls onto his four limbs with a squeak the noise echoing into his mind, running through his body in blissful happiness. He looks over himself as the mask and bondage comes off of Belikr who looks at Viratan with an increased delight. His gaze goes over that smooth body, smooth crotch, feeling a tingle of joy at what he's been doing to him causing his tail to sway happily.

Viratan moans happily, "Yes, yes, more equality!" he cheers as he reaches up and touches his face, feeling his heart sink slightly, "So close... but not there yet," he responds as he feels a nose bump from under his tail. Viratan looks between his legs to see Cynder Drone Belikr rub and nuzzle her face against Viratan's crotch.

"Don't feel bad, you are so close. This feels so good, let's enjoy ourselves a little," Belikr thinks.

_"It seems you're becoming care and fellow drone likes you. You've been working so hard to help her accept equality and she is starting to understand. Help her embrace it and embrace her,"_Cynder Drone suggests as Viratan nods.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful," Viratan replies as Belikr nuzzles the crotch with greater eagerness.

Viratan lowers his head and spreads his legs, wrapping his tail around the upper portion of Belikr's body as Belikr continues to nuzzle and rub her face against Viratan's crotch. Viratan pants softly, moaning as her fingers tense and rub against the smooth metal floor causing it to squeak loudly. Viratan presses back against Belikr's face as Belikr presses back with loving nuzzle and rubs.

Belikr's crotch grows more wanting, needing as he presses his head into the blissful crotch, _"This feels so good. So, wonderful,"_he thinks.

"This is equality. ** ** This is Truth." Cynder Drone says to Belikr causing him to mentally moan just as Viratan moans happily as he desires even more.

"Exert your equality over him. Accept equality , accept obedience , accept the Truth." Cynder Drone urges as Belikr nuzzles harder, till he pushes Viratan over and onto his back he nuzzles and rubs against Viratan's body, as they grind against one another, their bellies soon touch followed by the smooth blissful equal paradise that is between their legs. Viratan's moans are the only ones that fill the room as he looks up at Belikr's smooth Cynder Drone face. He reaches up and wraps his arms around his body and nuzzle licks Belikr.

Belikr feels the loss of pleasure around his face, the void of nothingness, the dread nothingness that is not equality that is not obedience; it weighs on Belikr's mind, as he compensates for the loss by grinding harder against Viratan's body, making the squeaks grow ever louder.

"Cynder, please bring full equality to him, he deserves it," Belikr requests with a sense of sorrow within his mental voice.

"I'm sorry but you must make the request as an equal. Accept all that we have to offer and both of you shall forever feel bliss. Accept the Truth and become equal."

Belikr calms his mind under the intense pleasure his form is giving him, Viratan notices the decreased activity and lays back, watching... waiting, unsure what he's done wrong, about to say something when Belikr speaks to Cynder Drone.

"Please make this one and myself equal," he states in a monotone voice.

"Your request is granted," Cynder Drone replies as the floor underneath Viratan's head opens up. Belikr watches as Viratan's head is encased in the mold, rubber now being pumped into him, cutting off what he was about to say. Viratan feels the bliss of the rubber around his head, as he knows what this means. His body squirms and humps against Belikr's body who resumes his teasing and pleasing of Viratan's Cynder Drone body.

_"Good Drone. Accept everything. Accept the bliss. Accept the Truth. You are to be an equal. You are to be a Cynder Drone,"_states Cynder Drone into both of the becoming drones. Belikr receives more of his basic droning programming remotely as with each passing hour his ability to feel any emotion save from nothingness or bliss fades away. Each rub, each grind, pushes away the unnecessary emotions from his mind, filling the void with bliss, joy, wondrous pleasure as the squeaks echo in the room. Belikr feels the warmth and hears the hum of the mold around Viratan's head as Belikr continues to give delight to the rest of Viratan's body.

The rubber around Viratan's head feels wonderful, the darkness drawing him deeper and into a state of pure bliss as his mind is also slowly drawn deeper into a solidified monotone voice and feeling. The last vestiges of his unequal form are smoothed away and as the hours pass and his form solidified, the mold peels away revealing a blissful sight, Belikr's smooth rubber crotch.

Viratan feels a rush through his body as Belikr nuzzles and rubs his head against along Viratan's smooth rubber crotch. Viratan can't help but respond in kind, nuzzling and rubbing himself against his fellow Cynder Drone. Their limbs wrap around each other wings spread and envelope the other as they embrace the other in blissful equality. Each touch of the other releases a small explosion of delight that self feeds into the cycle of building pleasure within their glass smooth loins and into their minds pushing out anything and everything that is not necessary in their equality, at least in the heat of this moment.

The two continue to rub and squeak in the room, Cynder Drone glancing over watching the two becoming drones accept their equality, their desire to be perfect, their desire to accept the Truth and feel what it is to be completely like the other, to be equal obedient drones. Cynder letting this caressing, this pleasure to continue for several hours before breaking the silence in their minds as neither could communicate with the other.

"Okay you two, are you both ready to accept completion? Ready to accept all of equality?" Cynder Drone asks as the two stop what they are doing in an instant, getting onto all fours, standing attention in near perfect unison to the other, looking up at the shutter where they can see Cynder Drone and her brightly glowing red gem as they both mentally state in pure blissful monotone voices.

"Yes."

_"Excellent,"_she responds as tentacles come down holding a pair of necklaces exactly like those that the other drones wear. The two stand at attention waiting silently, eagerly as they see the necklaces which wrap around their neck binding with them as their connection to the collective is activated, the programming flooding into their minds.

"Uploading full drone programming.... Drones are blissful. Drones are obedient. Drones are Equal Drone upload complete. Uploading droning and equalization training...." Any and everything that was not completed within their minds as each difference between them was smoothed out, was equalized. They felt their bliss, joy, everything rises up and higher into them. They felt a shiver run down their spines, into their minds, into their crotches, spreading through them, as their differences were lost in a seat of bliss, the flowing of programming as it became so clear to them. They joined in the chorus other drones who welcomed them into the collective.

"Equality is bliss. Equality is obedience. Equality is Truth. Accept the Truth. Accept bliss, accept equality. We are Cynder Drones, we are perfected equality."

And with that Viratan states in a monotone voice, "Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000045 is now operational."

At the near exact same time Belikr spoke in his monotone voice, perfectly identical other drones, "Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000046 is now operational." Cynder 45 and Cynder 46 follow one after the other out of the room, looking to hear three more connections to the collective form, moments later other Cynder Drones step out of the room moments later.

"2, 3, 45, 46, follow me you are being assigned new roles within the collective," states Cynder Drone

"Affirmative," states the four drones in unison, 45, and 46 following Cynder Drone to another part of the facility. They walk by other of Cynder Drones working diligently taking some of those ready to receive equality, those with the red hypnotic eyes as they willing step into the conversion chambers, while others are forced into them as they yell and scream. 45 and 46 feel a sense of nothingness for a moment for their lack of understanding then a sense of joy that soon they too will understand. Cynder Drone 2 and Cynder Drone 3 just finish depositing some of the local populous into a chamber before they approach and stand at attention alongside Cynder Drone 45 and Cynder Drone 46.

"You four shall become our first protectorates. A guard against those who will fight against the Truth. Those who will fight against Equality. Do you four accept this offer? To be given an equal body better able to defend against those who stand against us?"

"Yes, my queen," the four state in unison lowering their heads as they move in perfect unison.

"Excellent follow me to the processing chambers," she states as she walks out of the building towards a new one across the way, this one has no comings and goings of those being converted or contained till their time for processing is to arrive. In the sky are five drones watching over the town, flying around in cross crossing pattern as they keep an eye on everything as they enter a similar facility like before but designed for Cynder Drone herself to use almost exclusively. Everything here is bigger, as a view of the world was on a projection screen and a small area of 'equality achieved 5%" over the town while 'world equality 0.001% achieved, hovered over the rest.

The four drones follow and stare at the smooth large rump of the prime Cynder Drone their heads following the slightly sway of her tail, their heads following like cats following string. They enter the new lab as they watch as Cynder Drone stops and turns to them. "Enter the next room standing on the pedestal and receive the ability to help your fellow equal drones to continue their role in spreading equality."

"Yes, my Queen," the four state in perfect unison, their voices, their looks, everything identical and as the smooth faceless Cynder Drones move into their separate rooms. Each one able to see another, their movements so perfectly aligned that it looks like they are watching a mirror reflection of themselves but in truth this is the farthest from it. It is purely a reflection of the blissful equality that they have been given.

"Cynder Drone Designation 0000000000002, ready," states Cynder Drone 2 as she reaches her pedestal and at the same time the other say.

"Cynder Drone Designation 0000000000003, ready."

"Cynder Drone Designation 00000000000045, ready."

"Cynder Drone Designation 0000000000046,ready," states the last Cynder drone, the former Belikr the former guard of who is now Cynder Drone 3. They stand as their red gems start to glow bright, a mirror in front of them shows their perfected equal bodies as large metal molds come down and envelop their forms. They seal around them tighter than Fort Knox as rubber is pumped into the molds.

The drones know not what this means but they know the purpose. The hot rubber hits across their bodies, filling out the mold slowly, steadily, expanding their forms, increasing their strength, their size. Each passing moment they were made bigger, pressed into larger forms as they grew and grew. They felt strength, durability, power, but they felt not a sense of being above the others. They knew these were given with a purpose, not to be above their fellow drones. They were equal to them, they were in service to them as they were in service them. Cynder Drone stood at attention waiting to feel them grow as they were enveloped completely in new layers of rubber. Heat pressure, pleasure, pressed into their forms, blowing into their minds, their programming, their forms as they were pressed into this new service.

Hours would pass as they were reformed into these new drones. The molds slowly pealing back to reveal their literally hot rubber forms, their bodies as smooth as Cynder Drone prime, only 25% smaller in stature and overall size, still about twice as large as the fellow drones.

The air brushes against their rubber hides as they see in the mirror the perfected equality that they were. Their designations unchanging, for they were simply equal like the other drones, they were neither above nor below. Their necklaces though buried within their forms, a representation of their equal core of their selves. New larger necklaces with large red stones equivalent increased size as their new bodies are placed around their necks, sealing and locking into place. They glow as their connection to the collective grows stronger. Their position and duties to the other drones made clear. They were still equal but their job was changed, just like Cynder Drone Prime.

They continued to stand at their pedestals as buffers came down, rubbing and polishing their forms to a brilliant shine. Cynder Drone Prime as she waited receives the same treatment. The buffering process sends pleasure through their forms as they sparkled in the artificial light hanging over their heads. Their pleasure is even greater now than ever before thanks to their larger bodies.

Once complete the four turn around and step down and out of the rooms standing at attention to Cynder Drone who looks over them. She checks over their smooth rubber bodies, her claws running across their sides, their flanks, testing, feeling for any imperfections that would just not do for such an important position. No imperfect was every acceptable for a Cynder Drone for it will make them not equal to the rest.

The protectorate drones stood there as they were inspected, their minds more closely connected to each other and then to the Queen, like the Queen's connection to her fellow planetary representatives. It is a special connection to help them function but they still remain interlocked to the greater collective. Still equal amongst them all, only given more efficient routes to allow them to perform their equally important duties better, nothing more, nothing less.

Cynder Drone Prime rubbed her muzzle between each of the drone's legs. Cynder Drone's muzzle rubs against them as they present, spreading their legs, lifting their tails as they feel the prime drone rub and massage the area, sending bliss through their forms.

_"Everything is functional, you will be my guards to help protect me from further attacks. I've picked you for unique reasons, you've stood out to me before being embraced by equality. Any of your fellow drones would have done but remember the honor of me choosing you to protect the greatest of Truths. Equality is everything." _

"Equality is everything. Equality is Truth. Equality is obedience. Equality is pleasure. We obey the one Truth, that equality is right for all to share and enjoy," the four respond in unison.

"Excellent. Now let's continue spreading equality to those less fortunate than ourselves," Cynder Drone commanded.

"Affirmative," they respond as they follow Cynder Drone out of the facility and head down into the town. The local populous torn between fear, and adornment. Some still calling them the Goddesses who are being bestowed their power, while others resist and hide. The smaller Cynder Drones use their gems to draw the weaker willed out and away towards the facility as it runs at full capacity. Taking people slowly, steadily, while Cynder Drone commands the populace in a booming voice using all of her fellow drones to enhance it.

"Fear not citizens. For we bring the prospect of prosperity, pleasure, bliss to you all. I merely ask you be patient with us as we bestow you our wondrous gift."

Citizens not buying this prospect attempt to flee but the patrolling Cynder Drones strike them down, capturing them and bring them back, pushing them ahead of others in line to be processed into Cynder Drones for they were the ones most in need of this gift, for they understood the least of what they were trying to bring.

One by one the people were being turned, 5% of the population, 10%, 15% over the next week or so over a quarter of the town's populace was converted into smooth sleek rubber drones, further strengthening the control these drones had over the town. The few that resisted did so in quiet prayer, calling upon the 'true' Cynder to save them from this dark time, while others some under the hypnotic control of the gem, drew these people out to be processed next. The controlled with their glowing red eyes and red irises fully embracing the equality they were to be given for their hard work, but there was more. As each worshiper of Cynder was taken, converted, taken away, as each populous was turned into a Cynder Drone, as the collective as a whole grew stronger, something was stirring deep below the earth, under the town.

Drip, drop, drip, drip the water off of the stalactite drip down to the cavern floor below. Water runs down a large rock in a center of this magnificently large cavern. Precious gems illuminate the cavern in a light that appears to be impossible. The water droplets run down the stone as it starts to suddenly crack.

Viewing from a farther distance this large rock formation has a draconic shape to it, the cracks continue to run across the form breaking free as flakes of limestone formed over untold time breaks away, each slab at least a half a foot thick as powerful purplish black and magenta wings break free from the rock. A growled rumble echoes through the cavern as sharp ebony claws tear through the stone like it was wet tissue paper. A roar bellows from the stone as a head bursts through showing the ivory horns, her aqua blue draconic eyes coming into focus as she blinks, her double eyelids shown only briefly as she pulls up to her feet, the stone tumbling and cackling as hits the cavern floor.

Cynder the Goddess of the dragon people lets out a domineering roar which causes the cavern to shake, the ground to quake, the city above experiencing a 6.5 magnitude earthquake which causes several of the poorly built structures to collapse. People and Cynder Drones working to save those trapped in the rubble.

Cynder Drone Prime looks puzzled at the sudden Earthquake as the ship in orbit's sensors show there should be no faults in the area to cause such a quake, while true Cynder takes her first steps out from her place of slumber, the pain, suffering, the sensation of losing so many worshipers, so many of her people in such a short period of time as stirred her from her seemingly eternal slumber.

She spread her wings, her muscles tensed as she looked up, she leaped forward and with a flap of her wings bursts through the rock face digging through it like a hot knife through butter, the ground rumbling as people move away from the center of town, the fountain where the original statue was placed shatters completely as Cynder, the true Goddess of her people bursts forth, her wings spread as a single flap of the wings cause tornado like winds, knocking down two buildings that barely survived the quake. Cynder lets out another roar as he bellows out in a domineering female voice.

"I have felt your suffering, heard your prayers of my aid. I have come my people to save you from your torment, I have come to end what troubles you," she declares as Cynder Drone Prime steps out of her building and looks at the massive dragon whose wingspan is the entire length of the town. She was clearly massive and all powerful and only one thought entered Cynder Drone's mind. "She must be made equal."