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Spyro felt the rubber drones holding his muzzle tightly, his cheeks and throat burn from the pent-up fire held within. The world around him was darkening quickly as the black latex petals envelops him. The smooth rubber warms up against his scales. His nostrils flare as he reaches up to give one last attempt to pull the drones off of his snout, but it was too late. The rubber swarmed his form, pressing against his scales, the air being sucked out like he was trapped in a rubber vac-bed.

The rubber drones slip off of Spyro’s body as the rubber takes their place holding his muzzle tightly shut. He squirms and wiggles in the darkness, the rubber sliding less and less as it squeezes down more and more against his form. Suddenly he feels a pulse, a surge of pleasure through his body, his member presses against the rubber as he’s instantly aroused, yet it does not budge the new skin around his form.

Suddenly Spyro finds himself in a black rubber room where the walls are impossible to tell away. A purple glow behind him illuminates this area of the room. Spyro looks back it for a moment before a monotone voice like that of Cynder pulls his attention in front of him, “Greetings Spyro. I’ve read so much about you. I was surprised you joined up with your arch-nemesis to fight us. All we want is peace and equality.”

Spyro stares at the smooth faceless Cynder drone that is equal to his size, was he smaller now or her bigger? It was impossible to tell, “Arch what? She’s my mate. I love her, why would she be my nemesis,” Cynder Drone 45 comments.

“Really? Then what we have been taught is a lie. More reason we must bring equality to the world.”

“Equality? What is this about? And why do you all look like sexy Cynders?!”

“The form of Cynder was chosen to be the form of equality, the form for all of this world.”

“You want to turn the entire world into a bunch of sexy Cynders?! Well that doesn’t sound that bad…” Spyro remarks as his arousal became very evident, his pink flesh throbbing with desire as he looks at the faceless drone, “But you can’t force innocent people into this! It's wrong!”

“How is equality wrong? Equality is pleasure. Equality is bliss. Equality is for all, all need to be equal. You need to be equal, join us and be equal.”

Spyro takes a step back, “Become a sexy Cynder drone?! No, no, no, that is so wrong! What would Cynder say?!”

“Cynder would be equal as well. Pleasure, bliss, everything equal,” Cynder Drone 45 adds.

“Cynder too?”

“Yes, she will be equal, and have equal gender, like this,” 45 replies as he turns around, lifting his tail up at Spyro, showing off his smooth sleek crotch. The former male dragon, now a null equalized Cynder drone.

Spyro’s member throbbed, his tapered shaft dribbling with pre-cum, eons of no sex, eons of slumber, his body was pent up, despite an earlier romp with Cynder, it wasn’t enough, just one was not enough. Spyro jumps onto the Cynder drone and moans loudly as his member rubs up against the smooth crotch. Spyro grinds himself harder and harder as he holds the drone against his body, “Damn it, where is that hole… it feels so good though,” he grunts.

“There is no hole. Only sleek smooth pleasure, like ice. Your cock is unequal. Not everyone has one, Cynder’s vagina is unequal, not everyone has one. All must be made equal.”

Spyro grunts as he grinds himself against the drone, pre-cum dribbling along the smooth sex, “So close, so close just a bit more… so close,” Spyro continues to groan, his member aching, throbbing, burning with desire, pulsating as the rubber from 45’s crotch starts to envelope it, increasing the pleasure two-fold, three-fold, so close, on the edge, when the throbbing pleasure length shift, move, pulling closer to his crotch. Closer and closer till Spyro tenses as he feels a smooth crotch rubbing against a smooth crotch. The rubber spreading from his crotch around his legs, and down his tail, melting down his back spines along the way, squeezing and slendering his hips, making them look more female, more like Cynder.

“Huh? What?!” Spyro jumps back and lands on his back. He looks down to see his crotch completely smoothed over in magenta colored rubber.

“Your sex has been equalized.”

Spyro focuses on his tender nethers, “No! Not my little dragon!” He grunts as he tries to get back onto all fours, but he finds his hind claws are bound to the ground, in such a way that he is unable to get off his back. His wings flap uselessly as spread spreads across them, making Spyro moan as he thrusts up into the air.

“All will be made equal,” 45 states as he walks over to Spyro. Spyro growls and tenses as he glares at the drone.

“Stupid sexy Cynder! Why do you all have to be so sexy! Its distracting, its the only reason I am like this.”

“Relax Spyro. You will be made equal, you will become like us, and please everyone equally,” Cynder Drone 45 climbs over Spyro. Spyro shivers as the rubber claws run across his chest, his soft smooth nethers ached and pulsated with pleasure. Each pulse send waves of pleasure through Spyro, simmering in his mind. His breaths growing heavy as he watches the drone get on top of him.

Spyro gets flashbacks of all the times Cynder has climbed on top of him, controlled him, tease him. Made him beg for a climax. His heart raced, he saw drone’s smooth crotch so close to his own. He closes his eyes as Cynder pushes down, grinding herself down onto his own crotch. The drone pressing down just as much as Spyro instinctively presses back.

“It feels so good!” Spyro groans as the rubber crawls across his belly, along his back, his manly chest smoothing out. His purple and gold scales covered by black and magenta. His form slendering more and more as the drone grinds himself against him.

“Yes, it feels good to be equal. Good to enjoy. Equality is pleasure. Equality is bliss.”

Spyro doesn’t reply just yet as he just moans, his need to cum, need to climax, flows over his mind. He images Cynder riding his throbbing cock, but with each rub, the vision shifts, changes. After several minutes he was no longer seeing Cynder riding his member, but Cynder drone rubbing their crotch against his own.

“I… I… this feels… no... I... I… I… Stop, please stop! I can’t take it!” Spyro yells out as a few moments later Cynder Drone 45 pulls back. Spyro pants heavily as he looks at the drone before he asks, “W-why did you stop?” his eyes look up at the drone pleading you, the rubber runs down his chest complete, his forearms, only his head remains now. Cynder Drone 45 moves his tender, shiny, reflective crotch in front of Spyro. Spyro pants heavily and eyes the faceless drone.

“I see… I’m not a sexy drone, so I am below? Trying to show how I am a slutty horny, wanting submissive dragon. Eager for a climax, wanting to lick your sweet, sexy smooth wonderful sex, is that it?”

The drone shakes his head, “No. All are equal, even those who have not achieved equality. We will enjoy each other, equally,” the drone turns around and keeps his crotch over Spyro’s head. The drone lowers the crotch down to Spyro, closer and closer as Spyro pants. The rubber crawling along the back of his head, the two lower pairs of Cynder’s horns growing.

Cynder Drone 45 nuzzles along Spyro’s sleek crotch. Spyro groans out in delight his mouth wraps around the sex, his tongue tastes the sweet tasting rubber, the pulsating warmth into his mouth. His eyes rolling back into his head as it felt so delightful. So wonderful. 45 nuzzles the sex as Spyro licks, the rubber now covering his horns, they soon shift and thin out, curving upward, becoming sleek white rubber. Each rub, each lick the rubber spreads over Spyro’s head.

As the rubber started to slide across Spyro’s head. His mouth closes as the rubber grips and flows around his lips. His vision doesn’t fade as the rubber covers his eyes. His masculine face, slenders out, becoming soft featureless Cynder drone face. A golden necklace with a red gem starts to materialize around his neck. Cynder Drone 45’s necklace glows as does his.

“Drone is a good drone,” 45 whispers in a monotone voice into Spyro’s mind.

“D-drone… is a good drone?” Spyro says unsure of himself as the pleasure coursing through his body doubles. His needy wanting mind already wanting to do anything it can to get more. It's been so long since he really enjoyed himself, eons in fact, and now the toll was too great for his mind it just felt too good to do anything but go with the flow.

“Good drones obey.”

“G-good d-drones o-obey.”

“Equality is pleasure.”

“Equality is pleasure.”

“Equality is bliss.”

“Equality is bliss.”

“You are a drone.”

“I am a drone.”

“You serve equality.”

“I serve equality.”

“All will be made equal.”

“All will be made equal… even Cynder?”

“All will be made equal,” Cynder Drone 45 repeats.

The words echo in Spyro’s head, it was obvious… all were to be made equal, no exceptions, “All will be made equal. Pleasure will be greater when Cynder is equal. All will be made equal. Cynder will be equal.”

“Good drones obey.”

“Good drones obey,” Spyro replies as the pulsating purple energy of Spyro’s power continues to pulsate nearby. Spyro shivers as he continues to follow the words, continues to listen. Nuzzling that smooth crotch like his own. That smooth equal crotch. The sense of equality pulsating through him. Then Cynder Drone 45 pulls away, the rubber holding Spyro fades as Cynder Drone 45 turns to the pulsating light.

“Good drones obey. Good drones serve equality. Drone is a good drone. I am a good drone. I feel good… I am a good drone,” Spyro repeats in his head as he stands up and looks at the source the two now look perfectly identical.

“I will spread equally the power you have. You will now fully become one of us.”

Spyro nods, “Drone obeys.”

Cynder Drone 45 approaches the source of power touching it, as it expands and ‘explodes’ outward, the energy flowing outward into infinity as it spreads to all the drones including Spyro. The bright blinding flash is soon met with a sense of flying. Spyro feels himself flying away from the large Cynder Drone’s body. He rolls along the ground, Cynder’s growls and explosive breath heard nearby.

Spyro feels his purpose, what he is, who he is, the necklace around his neck glows as the last bits of his unequal self are evened out and his former name loses its meaning as he states to the collective, “Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000668 is now operational.”