FSE

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Brian took a deep breath as he heard his name be called. In a small dinky hallway, the sound of the dragging furniture and construction from elsewhere in the building. There were others waiting in the hallway, another human, female, a female anthro feline male who impatiently cleaned his claws, and a wingless green scaled female dragon.

“You can do this,” Brian mutters to himself as he approaches the door and swings it open. He puts on a smile and says, “Hello! Thank you for taking a moment to consider my application. I…” he trails off as sitting in the desk with papers cluttered all over it is a sleek black and cyan colored rubber sergal. More so outside of its black and cyan cuffs with glowing lettering “Fuck Toy” on them, and matching collar with a silver tag that said “K-2003” the sergal is wearing absolutely nothing that he could see. Brian tenses and swallows a lump in his throat as K-2003 gives a toothy grin and leans in its chair its breasts squeezed between its arms.

“It is this one’s pleasure to go over applicants for its friend, who is unfortunately making sure the last bits of her new business adventure are going as planned. So, toy apologies that Kirisha could not be the one to interview but fear not. This one is very good judge of character and applicants,” K-2003 says with a smile.

Brian nods as his eyes are drawn to the squeezing breasts for a brief moment before he wills himself to look at the toy in the softly glowing blue eyes, “No… not a problem at all.”

“Please sit, this one would love to hear why you decided to apply to the Jurassic Jungle ladies only club,” K-2003 asks with a continued smirk as it motions for Brian to sit down in the chair right in front of the desk.

“Ah right, thank you,” Brian moves to sit down and clears his throat, “The job application said you don’t discriminate and as much as a long shot, I read the finer details that there were specialized suits for employees to keep with the theme of this club.”

K-2003 nods, “You read the fine print. How wonderful!” K-2003 hikes its rump and wiggles it in excitement as the chair rolls back into the wall behind it, “This one loves it when people read the fine print. Shows dedication and commitment.”

“Thanks. So, I already know that this is a lady’s club, and trust me I didn’t apply just so I could see a lot of um…” his eyes look away as he trails off.

K-2003 tilts its head, “This one said nothing about that,” it straightens itself as the black skin of the rubber sergal shines in the lights over head, “What drew you to the application then? This one knows that it has gotten a lot of applicants who apply in hopes of getting into an exclusive lesbian club.”

Brian looks up at the towering sergal who looks even bigger as he remains seated. His body squirms in the seat as he rubs his hands together, “Well um… I’d be lying if that isn’t a nice idea but…”

“Good!” K-2003 sings happily as it walks around the desk, the toy’s hips sway sensually side to side, as its sex, covered by its clitoral hood becomes visible.

“Good?” Brian inquires as he looks up at the toy as it bows down to get close.

“Yes, toy doesn’t like those who lie. It’s not a good thing you know?”

“Right…” Brain replies as he can’t help but look down at the toy’s cleavage as it gets close, but its attention is forced up when the sergal’s finger runs along his chin and makes him look into the toy’s eyes again.

“Tell this one. Why did you apply?”

“The suits!” Brian squeals.

K-2003 tilts its head slightly, “Oh? The suits? But toy didn’t mention what they are. Toy didn’t want people to apply for them.”

“Well they have to be good.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Just look at you.”

“This one isn’t wearing a suit.”

“You’re not?” Brian’s voice squeaks.

“No, but this one is the supplier of the suits that employees who don’t match the requirements dictated by the club. Kirisha is looking for dinosaurs of all sorts but she has a sweet tooth for the feral raptors.”

“Ferals? There aren’t many around here.”

“This one knows, why this one worked to make some suited for the business. So, this one has read your resume, and checked your Toys-4-U account, it likes what it sees.”

“Wait, you checked my what?”

“Your account. This one likes to get to know applicants in every way possible. It was pleased you had an account with its company. Made getting to know you easier,” K-2003 explains.

Brian nods, “So what does that mean?”

“This one thinks it can use someone as fine quality as yourself for what it's friend needs. Though there will be a trial period of course. If you can handle what all the job requires.”

“Oh sure, that sounds great. So, when do I start?”

“You start when you are officially hired. For now, you will be put on temporary trail run. Come back in three hours once this one is done with the other interviews. Come back here. This one will be waiting for you.”

Brian’s eyes light up and nods, “Sure of course. I’ll be back in three hours then.”

K-2003 smiles and nods standing tall again, “Excellent. This one will be pleased to work with you then. To note this one will test you long and hard. Kirisha is a valued friend of this one and it will only give Kirisha the best for her new business venture,” K-2003 explains as it holds out its hand.

Brian reaches and shakes it, feeling the firm grip of the toy as he’s pulled to his feet in the process, “Three hours from now then.”

“Yup.”

“See you then,” he replies as he departs. K-2003 smiles and wiggles its rump, “This one seems to have been running into a lot of Brians as of late. Hmm must be a popular name,” it remarks before calling out the next applicant.

Brian felt his heart pound, his palms sweaty as he left the room, the scent of latex which he did not notice till now lingered on his nose as his mind was racing with just transpired, with what he saw, “The name, sounds so familiar…” he thinks but just as quickly as he ponders it, his mind shifts to the opportunity given to him.

Three hours felt more like three days, as he sat a local restaurant to kill some time. Returning to the almost-complete club he enters through the back where K-2003 is already there in the hallway waiting for him.

“Three hours on the dot. How wonderful. This one likes those who are punctual. Come, this one has to see how you will work with what it has in mind,” K-2003 says motioning its hand for him to follow.

Brian tensed as he saw the still blatantly naked sergal before him. The toy’s movements were one as if not had a care in the world as he simply nods and follows, “Sure. So, um, you have feral suits?”

K-2003 wiggles its rump and nods looking over its shoulder, “Oh yes. We’ve had them for a few years now at Toys-4-U that didn’t need an actual feral to wear. But this is the new third generation. The technology used for this will be used at a lot of wonderful products at Toys-4-U, but… you didn’t come here for that, did you?” K-2003 says with a wink.

“N-no. I came to get a job,” Brian replies.

K-2003 smiles, “That is what this one likes to hear,” it replies as it guides Brian through another hallway and into a room where the scent of fresh rubber was almost overpowering. The lights automatically flickered on as standing side by side were three sleek black rubber feral raptors. Each were six feet tall at the shoulder, the first had no markings, simple, elegant design, the eyes were open showing a soft red as the light bounced off of it. The second had blue tiger stripe markings along the back and sides, with some faux feathered crest that shined and matched the rest, the last had white markings but the random pattern kept it from looking like a zebra.

“This one only has three suits here right now, but it plans to get more in. So, which one would you like to slip into?”

Brian looks over them, each were slightly taller than himself. His breath grew heavy as he got closer, his body tensing as he stares at the one, he desires, “The purely black one.”

K-2003 nods, “That one is an excellent choice,” K-2003 walks over to the side and grabs what amounts to is a step stool ladder. The toy carts it over to the side of the unmoving raptor. Brian watches the sergal move, its tail swaying, rump hiked ever so slightly, each step a tease, to the point he feels he needs to rest his hands over the tent in his pants.

“There we go. Now please take off your clothes. These require skin contact to function perfectly,” K-2003 explains as it spins around on its right foot to face him.

“What?!”

“Of course, it will make it more comfortable. Please strip. You can leave your clothes over there,” K-2003 points to a small stool off to the side.

“I… uh, but um…” he blushes.

“Why is everyone so aroused around this one. Toy is very appreciative of the compliment but why are all users suddenly shy to be naked in front of this one? It’s only a toy,” K-2003 rolls its eyes, “Would it help if this one turned around while you undressed?”

Brian nods, “Yes please.”

“As you wish,” K-2003 spins back around as Brian quickly undresses, his hands covering his aching member as it throbs and brushes up his palms, “Let this one know when you are ready.”

“I’m ready.”

K-2003 turns around with a soft squeak, “Excellent. See was that so hard, now come, come, step up here so we can get you suited,” K-2003 commands in a firm yet loving voice. Brian can’t help but move to the toy’s words. His legs shake as he climbs up the steps. His eyes move between K-2003 who stands on the other side the toy’s head and shoulders peering over the smooth back of the raptor, and the raptor itself. Brian gets to his knees and runs a hand along the smooth back of the suit. The weight of it felt within his hand as he didn’t feel it budge as he touched it.

“Excuse me, but how do I get in?”

“Simple, this one will show you,” it says as it runs a single finger from the back shoulders of the raptor down to the tail base, and as the toy does the suit parts open, the invisible seam becomes visible as the black rubber ocean parts to the delicate touch of the sergal toy.

The inside is revealed to Brain like a golden treasure. A soft blacklight glow emanates from the inside. The insides appear to be a smooth cushion as the cavity spreads open, welcoming like a warm bed. He swallows another lump in his throat as he reaches inside and runs his fingers along the inside. It’s smooth like rubber but gives a cushioned memory foam feel.

“Go ahead, slip inside. You will be laying horizontal into it. Based on our tests, this is the most comfortable position. Toy forgives any initial disorientation, but it will pass quickly.”

Brian blushes as his body expressed his delight what he sees, feels and smells with the aching length between his legs, “Um… and any enjoyment I get out of this won’t be a problem?”

K-2003 tilts its head and walks over to the other side to be besides, Brain, “What do… oh,” K-2003 smiles as it catches his erection, “You don’t have to worry about that. This one plans into its suits such enjoyment. Go right head, jump right in.”

The heat in his cheeks was nearly unbearable as he nods, “Got it,” he replies as he slides in feet first. The smooth rubber against his body and fluff squeeze of the insides gave the sensation that he was sliding into some kind of rubber skinned plush suit. His body sunk into the raptor, inch by inch he disappeared, his bare butt facing up as his length rested against the rubber, which he slipped along it as if it was well polished and lubricated just for him.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is really happening? This is real? Or did I just sleep in miss the interview and just dreaming this is what happened?” he thought as he slips his arms and chest into the front half of the raptor suit. The suit presses up against his belly and sides, caressing and pressing up against him as his arms slip into arm compartments that run into the raptor’s suit’s arms.

As Brian lowers his head into the suit, he sees K-2003 continue its happy-go-lucky smile as his world is plunged into partial darkness. Only light from above that makes it past the sides of his head give a faint illumination of the glossy inside that surrounds him. He moves his head slightly wiggling his body, a worm in a rubbery sleeve.

“This one is going to close the suit and start it up. Things might feel weird, but don’t worry, this one has ensured this is totally safe and has been heavily tested for your safety,” K-2003 explains as it runs the rubber claws along the opening as it seals around him. The rubber shifts and expands along his back, caressing his naked form like a cloud of latex. His body gives soft squeaks against it as he adjusts himself when suddenly there is a warmth that surrounds him, the rubber spreads, pressing into his body as it expands to fill every nook and cranny on his body.

Brian grunts and moans his hips buck as his length slips into a cavity that forms just for his length then that same cavity fills to squeeze and hold his member in place. A light appears in front of his face and a moment later a flicker of light as words appear in front of him.

“Feral Raptor Version 5.025.213 activating. Connecting with user.”

Brian feels a tingle that runs from the base of his neck down to his butt then back up and when it hits his head, a white flash and an out of body experience hits him. His center of gravity shifts as the rubber raptor begins to move.

Brian twitches, a claw? A claw on his foot? His tail? The cool air around his sleek black rubber body feels cold. He shivers when he feels K-2003’s fingertips dance around his long back, a soft growl of pleasure escapes his lips as he blinks. His field of vision is wider than it was before, he breathes the cool air filling his lungs as his entire sense of self has shifted within seconds.

“Connection complete,” states a voice in the back of his mind.

“What… uh... Ohh, what just happened?” Brian asks, his voice raspy, with soft growls, and higher pitched than it was before. His tongue runs through his mouth, his sharp teeth press against his tongue as he delicately maneuvers around it. His tail sways side to side as he takes an unsure step forward, counter balancing his movements.

“The suit is connecting and transferring sensations to give you a new body feel experience. Tell this one does everything feel where it's supposed to be?” it asks as it runs its fingers along his sides, the sergal’s touch sending shivers down his spine. He turns his head and looks to see the touch feeling like where it’s supposed to be.

“It feels right,” Brain responds as K-2003 reached between his legs and gives a gentle rub,

“How about here?” K-2003 asks as the toy feels a soft bulge between the raptor’s rubbery legs, the sergal’s hands squeak along the area, as Brian lets out a growl of pleasure. He feels the slight contour of the bulge between his legs as he shivers and whines softly.

“Very good.”

K-2003 smiles, “Good, that bulge will tighten over the next few minutes but feel just as good, after all you are a female rubber raptor, aren’t you?” K-2003 asks as it gently rubs the steadily lessening bulge.

Brian moans again, “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Follow this one. The suit will help make adjustments and in no time, you’ll have total control over the suit as if it was your very own skin,” it explains as Brian nods as arousal pulsates through his now much larger feeling body. Pressure between his legs increases the ache, the need as K-2003 guides him like an obedient puppy out of the room and into the main showroom. Two of the three stages are complete, including the main center stage, with the third mostly complete. A mostly drunken coffee sits cold on a table that’s near the construction site. K-2003 walks to the side wall and flicks on a few more lights illuminating the main stage. Almost all of the the patron tables and chairs aren’t even brought in yet.

“It still has about two more weeks of work but this one knows once it’s done it will look great, but for now you will be center stage main attraction,” K-2003 explains as it leads Brian into the back.

Brian follows, his eyes occasionally going to that sleek sergal rump as the toy sensually walks to its location with nary a care in the world. Moving through backstage where everything is complete. K-2003 flicks another switch along the wall, music starts to play and thump through the mostly-built club.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Simple, toy is going to be a patron you are going to be on stage and you will entertain this one.”

Brian feels a blush run through his large raptor cheeks, his crotch tenses as his heart beats ever harder, “H-how?”

“Surprise this one. Toy wants to see how well you can improvise. It would like to see if you have room for growth. If it’s thoughts on how good of a quality, you are true.”

He gulps and nods, “Got it. Just um, let me know when you want me to come out,” he replies with a soft purr.

K-2003 rubs and pets his muzzle, which he can’t help but lean and nuzzle into, “Of course this one will. You be a good girl and do your best.”

“I will,” he purrs as he waits from the other side. The curtains not yet in place as he can look onto the stage with ease. A large single metal pole in the center. He gulps as he waits, listening to the beats of the music, his tail moving in tune with them as he continues to listen, soon his head bobs to the sound.

“This is rather nice beat. I feel like I could get lost to the music,” he thinks as K-2003 appears in front of the stage and with a motion of its hand it beckons him forward. Like a moth to a flame, Brain’s body walks onto stage. Its sickle claws raised, shining, its body softly squeaking as it walks. His gaze locked onto K-2003’s eyes. He stares into them, drawn into their glowing delightful void. His body seems to move on its own as any worry or care fades from his mind.

His hips sway, tail hiked showing off the sleek smooth cloaca and the bulge that is now non-existent. He gives a soft chirping purr as he prances on stage, showing off his raptor body in all its naked glory. The cool air around him entices him to continue, he runs along the pole and feels the cool metal against his skin, it feels rather nice.

K-2003 smiles as it makes a twirling hand motion before pointing to the pole. Brian replies with a feral pur as he runs his muzzle along the pole, his claws grip it as he begins to run himself against the pole, pulling himself along it as he rubs himself against the pole with a long drawn out squeak.

He gives a growl and trill of delight as his legs were spread, showing off his female-like rubber crotch to K-2003 who nods approvingly. K-2003 walks around the stage, following the railing that keeps a two-foot clearance from the patron floor and the stage which is three feet above. Brian continues to dance with the pole as K-2003 rubs its chin, its arms run across its breasts with a loud squeak.

The music continued to beat and drum along, dragging Brian along as he danced to it. It felt delightful, his body tenses, his motions fluid, letting his instincts take command to what he should do. A powerful strong feral raptor bound to the will of others. To put on a show, a show he must perform, like a well-trained pet.

“Excellent, time to test your next part of the job,” K-2003 suddenly says, breaking the pace Brian was in. He shakes his head, unsure how long he was up on the stage, but it felt wonderful.

“What’s next?” he purred.

“Hop down here, and this one will show you,” K-2003 replies as it holds out a spiked collar with a leash.

He trills with delight as he easily makes the clearing from the top of the stage, landing in front of Kirisha with an eager squeak. His claws pulled up against his body as he looks up at K-2003 with submission.

“Good girl,” K-2003 responds as it gently pets Brian’s head as it slips the collar around his neck. The weight and grip of the collar as it was secured around his neck felt blissful. His arousal strong as ever he whined in need.

“Such an eager girl. You want to please your owners, don’t you?” K-2003 says as it runs its claws along his lips, slowly sliding them into his mouth which he instinctively begins to suckle.

“Good girl, now kneel,” K-2003 commands.

K-2003’s words pierced deeply into his mind, it wasn’t a command, it was law, it said kneel, and he must obey and so he did. Lowering himself before the sergal which is only a fraction of his raptor size.

“Good girl,” K-2003 runs its fingers along his head and guided over to K-2003’s sex, the cyan clitoral hood seal breaking just before his lips get there.

Brian’s nostrils flared as the toy’s sweet rubber aroma washed over him, his arousal increasing thrice over as his smooth rubber nostrils pressed up against the warm sergal toy sex. The toy’s cyan-tinted fluids ran across the raptor’s snout. The sergal’s warm sex twitched as the toy rubbed itself against the raptor’s snout tip.

Brian moaned and wined. Its tongue hanging out of his mouth as he eagerly licks up along the toy’s smooth snatch. His tongue getting only hits of the toy’s taste as droplets of the toy’s arousal rolls over his snout and onto his eager black rubber tongue.

Each tease drove him deeper into arousal, his claws tensed, his arms pulled tight up against his body in a submissive posture as his tail was almost wagging behind him as it gently hit the side of the railing that separated the open area before the stage.

K-2003 caresses the raptor’s head, holding him there, letting him breath in its scent and juices through those eager vacuum nostrils before raising its head up enough to let the wide raptor tongue to lick across its entire sex. The toy softly moans as Brian growls in wanton lust. His crotch felt tight, as if the bulge wanted to be there yet there was nothing but smooth raptor cloaca crotch. His body burns with greed, wanting to get every bit of pleasure out of the sergal before him.

K-2003’s clit hood licks across the raptor’s nostrils, poking into them to leave the toy’s scent with every breath that he took now that his mouth was giving its all to pleasure it's warm sex.

Brian’s tongue dove into K-2003 as the toy’s strong sex milked and flooded his taste buds with an explosion of sensual delights. The toy’s sweet flavor flooded his mind as he became nothing but a hungry lustful beast, wanting to do anything for the one holding his leash and with a strong tug from K-2003 he was easily reminded just who… or better put, what that was. The sergal toy standing before him.

His eyes roll in the back of his head as his mind is overloaded with submission, delight, and a flood of K-2003’s hot juices as the toy gives a soft climax of hot rubbery toy cum into Brian’s mouth. The large raptor trilled as its tongue becomes an aqueduct for the toy juice.

When K-2003 pulls away, its clit hood licks across its sex, windshield washing its mess from its own crotch and with a little help from K-2003’s free hand, it cleans itself of what just transpired, the clitoral hood resealing as Brian remained kneeling, eager for more as it breathes heavily through its nostrils.

“Good girl,” K-2003 says calmly as it looks at the juices it collected in the palm of its free hand and held it up over Brian’s head.

Brian could smell what was there and then it heard a command, “Up.”

He stood up K-2003 raising its hand just outside of Brian’s reach as he stands up.

“Good girl.”

Brian feels a tingle of delight run through him.

“Want your treat?” K-2003 asks in a sweet domineering voice.

Brian nods, “Yes Please,” he shivers.

“Good girl, you said the magic words without even this one having to teach you. How wonderful,” K-2003 lowers its hand allowing Brian to lap up the last bit of the toy cum. Brian soon finding himself suckling K-2003’s hand in a vain hope to get just a little bit more.

“You’re hired.”

Brian’s eyes light up, “Really?!”

K-2003 pets his head as he instinctively nuzzles into it, “Yes. You are a great match to the suit and follow commands perfectly. You are quality material. Come, time to get you out of the suit. The job doesn’t start for two more weeks as the final touches are still needed before the club opens.

Brian whines, “It’s over already?” he lowers his head.

“Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty more time to serve when the club opens, and when Kirisha gets back, toy is certain she will love to test out that tongue of yours,” K-2003 explains as it tugs on the leash and guides Brian back to the room which they started.

As this happens, Brian thinks, “It felt wonderful. Great. Could this be real? Or could this be just a fantasy? Or is this a fantasy become reality? Wait… K-2003?” Brian looks up just as they enter the room, “You’re K-2003 the Toys-4-U CEO?”

K-2003 nods, “Yup. This one tries its best to make sure its products work right. This one hopes it is working well for you.”

Brian nods, “Beyond what I could have hoped. I wish I could stay in this… you wouldn’t have something even more… degrading? Dehumanizing? Something that would make me truly an object?”

K-2003 tilts its head as it just guides him back to where this all began the stand now beside Brian as K-2003 rubs its chin for a moment, “Like what? Those are many vague terms that mean a lot to different users.”

“Say a raptor drone? One that I could just sink into and just forget everything?”

K-2003 pets Brian’s head who nuzzles into the domineering fingers, “And why would you want to do that?”

“It’s my dream. An impossible dream but a dream nonetheless. I don’t want to just play to be some faceless object… I want to feel like I am one. When I was playing with you I just felt… so close to it. I already can’t bear coming out of this suit. I would like nothing more than just to become simple objectified mindless toy squirming in endless need and delight ready to serve and be used by others…” Brian whines.

K-2003’s fingers run across Brian’s collar as the toy says nothing. A moment passes, two moments, K-2003 still says nothing, “This one doesn’t turn users into toys. People keep saying it does, but it does no such thing,” K-2003 says as it clicks the collar off and as it dangles from the leash held in K-2003’s hand, Brian lowers his head.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean… I just. I got carried away. I know it is just a dream and this is supposed to be a job…”

K-2003 lifts Brian’s head up and smiles, “But that doesn’t mean toy can’t make it into your dream job… just wait here like a good girl, and toy will make it all work out for you.”

Brian gulps and licks his lips, his breaths grow heavy as he nods, “Okay…”

He watches K-2003 walk away, leaving him in the cold dark room for several minutes but when he hears the soft squeak footsteps of the sergal get ever closer his anxiety only increases, his eyes grow wide as he sees something solid and black within K-2003’s hands. As it gets closer Brian can see that it looks like a smooth featureless raptor had with a fuck hole mouth as the only opening.

Brian licks his raptor lips careful not to cut his tongue on the teeth, “W-what’s that?” he asks his claws pull up against his body.

“One of toy’s droning hoods. It works by itself, but it should work even better with your current suit. It might override a few things if you don’t mind,” K-2003 says as it comes closer, the smooth featureless black rubber head becoming ever clearer.

Brian gulps, “I-I don’t mind.”

“You sure? Once it goes on, it’s really going to go on,” K-2003 explains as it holds the back of the hood to Brain’s head.

Brian simply shoves his head into the hood without saying another word, K-2003’s eyes go wide in surprise as the phallic tube slips down Brian’s mouth, the rubber hood seals around his head in seconds, instantly blinding Brian in that moment.

“Droning Hood Activating. Feral Raptor Version 5.025.213 suit detected. Overriding and initiating full dronification,” a voice speaks into Brain’s head as he feels a wave of pleasure, another rush of delight. Pleasure pulsating into his mind like mini climatic explosions growing delightful, wanting, addicting, “Addiction to pleasure established. Initiating droning training. Drone’s do not think. Only thoughtless drones get pleasure.”

“Wh…” the pleasure left Brain in that instant. He shivers and grows wanting, he tries to clear his mind, clear his head of thoughts, “Must n… no... stop thinking... No, I can’t think.” he thinks at first.

On the outside the raptor’s body begins to smooth over more than it did before. Small latex tendrils sprint from his ankles and wrap around his sickle claws on his feet. They are quickly secured and held into place before rubber stands wrap and grows around his feet. His sharp claws blunted and enveloped in pony-like hooves. His body instinctively shifts as the rubber clops against the hard-concrete ground. Brain feels his claws within their trapped hooves but soon that is filled with solid rubber binding and holding them perfectly still within the hooves. Not merged but held in solid rubber bondage.

The process repeats with his claws. Held tightly against his body they are enveloped, the claw tips blunted and then hooves form around them, his claws moving within the empty spaces for only a few moments before they are filled with solid rubber, binding them complete into useless hoof mittens. A thin layer of rubber rolled across his rubber raptor skin, he felt it squeeze and wrap around him, making his movements slow and stilted as he has to fight against the rubber.

Inside the suit the rubber squeezed and pressed his real body, drawing it ever deeper into the suit, into the droning process. K-2003 gently pet the transforming raptor drone, which instinctively nuzzled blindly into K-2003’s warming welcoming hands.

“Drone’s do not think. Drones only react. Drones follow programming. Drones simply exist and obey,” the words droned into Brian’s mind as slowly he began not to think, and the pleasure rushed over his form. Suddenly thought, the pleasure left.

“No... must not think. Feels good.”

No pleasure, but then mindless and a rush, thought, no pleasure. Back and forth this process went. Each time though, the time between thoughts grew longer and longer. The pleasure, the bliss lasted longer and longer.

Pulsating through his mind the pleasure was the only focus, the only thing, pleasure is obedience. Pleasure is mindlessness. Drone is thoughtless. Drone is mindless. Drone is drone. Drone exists. These were not thoughts in the drone’s mind. It was truths. Truths that it knew. It soon thought not. Did not. Simply moved and obeyed to the programming. The directives that it was given. How long it took? Drone did not know. Drone did not care. Time was a thing of those who thought. Drone did not think. Drone exists.

When drone was ready it was moved to a new location. It could hear, muffled words, but it could see nothing. It’s everything was up to those who commanded it. Helpless without them. Its body was moved and shifted, locked into a new position. Its body exposed yet so secure. It is simply soothing. Soothing to be where it was. Ready to do what was needed of it. Tongue ready, its hole plugged. Its other holes not even a distant memory. The female drone raptor model was ready to serve upon the need. It simply existed. It was simply a drone, shaped like a female drone. It breathed not. It hungered not. Organic desires were gone. Organic desires were not needed. It had pleasure. Pleasurable programming. Pleasurable directives. Its purpose is pleasure. Its body felt weightless as it hanged from its location. It knew of its position but nothing else. The world was darkness, just an endless void of pleasure, with islands of bliss when it would be used. For now. It was where it was. Where it existed. And to drone, that is all it needed to know.

Kirisha followed K-2003 curiously, “So you have six new hires with the raptor suits, three of which are of the natural looking types. Wonderful, but toy. You have me curious. What did you do in my club that you have to show me? We are opening tonight. And I am well concerned that there is a surprise in my very own club,” the green scaled anthropomorphic female raptor says.

K-2003 gently guides Kirisha by the hand, “You will love it, trust this one! It’s a gift for your grand opening,” K-2003 explains as it leads Kirisha to the VIP lounge and there in the center of the room is a smooth black featureless drone raptor hanging from the ceiling. It’s feet a half an inch from the ground. Its muzzle was out, and plugged, a rubber collar wrapped around its neck keeping its head in place, tail lifted with another collar and a rubber rope pulling at the neck to keep them both still and taught. The drone’s arms held up against its body and pulled up to the back where a steel bar held them in place by the wrists. On top of the bar and held still thanks to the latex rope that went through one end, under the bar and through a hole in the back end of the reinforced bullet proof strength glass was a large table with drinks, and a cake with words on it, “Congratulations on the opening of your club. This one hopes you enjoy your gift. It worked on it really hard all week on it. But don’t wo--” the words end there as there was no more space on the cake.

Kirisha looks over at K-2003, “You know you could have not had all that written on the cake.”

“Sorry this one should have ordered a bigger cake.”

Kirisha gives a smile and a sigh, “You never change.”

“Thanks!” K-2003 smiles.

“So, you have a lovely bondage shaped furniture here hanging in the center of my VIP room. Kinky and delightful.”

“Oh, but there is more than that!” K-2003 cheerfully walks over to the raptor and twists and pulls out with a pop its mouth fuck hole.

“Hole open. Begin ready to lick for user delight,” the Drone was commanded as it stuck its eager rubber black tongue out wanting to lick whatever came out. The drone feeling as if its hanging over an endless abyss, from the top of a mountain where few can reach it. And it must reward those that can reach it with pleasure. That is its programing, its directive.

Kirisha raises an eye ridge, the leather clad raptor moves in closer, “One of your drone models? As a piece of furniture?”

K-2003 nods, “Yes! Can use its mouth, and you can pull on the tail to play with the tail. Don’t worry, it’s a mindless drone. It does what’s programmed to,” K-2003 explains.

Kirisha smiles and gives K-2003 a nuzzle lick and kiss, “You’re sweet. Come, my wife is waiting for me to open this place. Plug the drone up and once the opening ceremonies are over, we’ll have some cake and I can see how good of a drone you have there.”

“Sounds good to this one,” K-2003 says as it replugs the drone.

The drone swings lightly, its directive complete it recedes into the void of pleasure of nothing. Not thinking. Waiting to be used again. And as it slightly swung there Kirisha and K-2003 head out, ready to greet all those who came to see the grand opening of her new club, with all its sleek frisky feral employees.