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It’s been weeks since the former lesbian raptor was taken and corrupted by Lord Master Thymus. Or now that Cyn-01 would believe, she was purified. Her lesbian thoughts corrected to the other extreme. Deep rooted homosexual desires, her body transformed into sleek black rubber, and form changes into that of a dragon, the well known “Goddess” of Cynder, but this gas-masked rubber dragon drone was no female. It was a trap, she was packing, but it was hidden underneath smooth slick rubber, her lenses glowing yellow as smoke swirls up from the filter. Her head low, wings held tightly against her body.

“You called Master,” Cyn-01 responds with a soft hint of singing in “her” voice. Sounding very female, but those in the know, mainly her Master and those that she “purified” to be like her, former females, or males taken to become more like the female counterpart of her draconic self, aptly named Spyr-drones.

Thymus, with his black scales, ashen grey chest, spreads his massive wings, the feral dragon towers over the much smaller Cyn-drone. Black smoke swirls around him as his yellow eyes glow. He lets out a deep breath as more demonic smoke flows from his mouth as he speaks, “I have a very important mission for you.”

“Anything great Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-1 replies, keeping her head low, tail raised, wings pressed against her form, the base of her feet more like boots, as her entire form is tightly encased in a hazmat-like suit, only of sleek black rubber.

“There is someone you will corrupt and turn into a Spyr-drone. They are far to the north of here, within some ruins. They’ve been there for some time, waiting make sure he serves me,” Thymus commands as his thick smoke flows down and caresses over Cyn-01. The thick smoke, rubs along the drone’s form, penetrating its filters, flooding the drone with pleasure and delight, the drone feels its mind opening up as its mindless state is shut down, giving way to higher level thoughts. The smoke slides around and penetrates the drone’s rear, it's fuck hole still accessible even if its crotch is smoothed over. The drone grips the smoke and shudders in delight.

“I am granting you the ability to think so you may overcome this threat to my rule. Do you understand drone?”

“Y-yes Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-01 responds as its eyes glow a brighter yellow.

“Good. Now go. You’ve wasted enough of my time,” he growls as the smoke pulls away from the Cynder Drone.

“Yes Master. With pleasure Master!” Cyn-01 salutes as the drone walks off. As it does, it passes dozens upon dozens of other Cyn and Spyr drones, many that Cyn-01 has made herself through the use of trickery, cunning, luring unsuspecting individuals away to be converted. The growth of Master’s reign over the land has been great, already having undermined many local governments without alerting the local populace as Thymus is still continuing to build up his strength and army of mindless gay rubber drones to serve his every lustful egotistical need.

Cyn-01 left Lord Master Thymus’ jungle hideaway and headed north, towards the mountains. The trip was long but far from hard. The unit did not tire, did not sleep, nor eat. It felt the lustful burning desire to follow Lord Master Thymus’ commands to a near mindless-state, but unlike its fellow drones. It was given back its intelligence so it could counter this threat.

Eventually the drone would reach its destination. Ruins far older than the one Lord Master Thymus are imprisoned in. Broken and shattered runic markings marked some of the buildings, many of which are so faded by the elements; it is only by the acute vision Master has given the drone, that it is even able to see them.

The stars in the sky shine over head; a new moon makes the place impossibly dark, only the glow of its eye lenses provide any true illumination. The drone presses on as it looks over the place, finding no signs of this supposed threat to the great Lord Master Thymus. Slowly coming into view is an ominous looking cave, the same faded runic markings. The stalagmites and stalactites give the cave a look as an angry hungry maw of some monster. A tug in the back of the drone’s mind told it one simple fact, “The one she is searching for is in there.”

Slipping into the depths of the cave, slowly but steadily the natural exterior of the cave fades into aged ruins far better preserved than the ones outside, but even here their age is clearly visible with runic markings clearly visible in the glow of the drone’s yellow lens gaze. Deeper and deeper the drone went, the warmer it became. What should be cool and damp becomes warm and humid. The drone’s lenses fog, forcing her to use her black smoke to wipe them clean and then put a thin layer of anti-fog coating onto the lenses to keep them clear as the unit goes ever deeper. Each step the ruins look a little bit nicer, cleaner, newer, but still ancient. The drone passes no less than ten set of these repeating runic patterns till it reaches a large room. Engraved on the floor, ceiling and entrance way are the crispest set of runes in the ground, they give a soft blue glow, illuminating what would otherwise be a darkened room.

“Could it be? After all this time, is he going to fulfill his end of the bargain?” a voice echoes in the room, penetrating Cyn-01’s ears and mind. The voice whispers and speaks loudly at the same time as a set of six glowing blue eyes pierce the darkness, locked right on Cyn-01 who feels a shiver run down her spine. A shiver that feels… rather delightful. The entities eyes, one over the other with the largest in the center with two unnaturally curved eyes above and below. They alternate their blinking so at all teams at least two sets of eyes are locked onto the drone, “Come closer, so I may get a good look at you,” he muses. The entity’s voice seems to caress and tug at Cyn-01’s mind, urging the drone closer. The drone steps forward passing the layer of runes, its yellow eyes illuminating the entity’s full form as now it gets a clear view of its target.

A demonic creature, with impossible number of sharp teeth filling its mouth, long flowing black hair cover’s his head. His body a bone white, save for a bright red tunic around his torso, which slowly melds down into a long red tail with a white fluff at the end. The tunic slides down his arms, to his hands where fingerless gloves meld into it, allowing his three white fingers through. Tight form fitting male matching red panties wrap around his waist, his cock, throbbing two black stripes near the base, one at, and one just past a single white ring separating the two. His thoughts a pure white, but past the knees is a zebra ringed pattern that is much like the one around his slick length. The black matches what appear to be long shoes that cover the soles of his feet, but as the Cyn-01 gets closer, she comes to realize that what she perceives is wrong, yet also correct.

The red does look like clothing, but as the he moves, getting closer to Cyn-01, his eyes locked upon her sleek rubber body, his cock twitches, it becomes apparent that what she thought was clothes on his body did not move as if they were clothes but more like skin, part of his natural form.

“You are not he, but I can smell him all over you,” he states.

Cyn-01 gives a drone faced smirk, “I am not, but the great Lord Master Thymus knows of you,” she replies as her smoke flows from her filters, and towards this person. She moves closer, eyeing his throbbing cock as she lets her hot smoke caress his length. The creature moans softly, as she can feel his aching need, she wraps her smoke around him, sliding across his “naked” form.

“Time to make him into a perfect Spyr-drone,” Cyn-01 thinks as more and more of her smoke envelopes him, her lenses glow a bright yellow as she spreads her magic across his form, ready to make him bend the knee to the great Lord Master Thymus. She releases her energy, ready for the rubber to encase him and begin the transformation process. She moves in.

“The great Lord Master Thymus has given me the grand privilege to bring you to him,” she explains as she feels herself grow ever more aroused. Her needy cock hidden behind a slick smooth crotch, unable to release as all of her smoke covers her target now.

“Is that so,” he replies as he reaches our and caresses Cyn-01’s drone muzzle. His fingers run across her filter as Cyn-01 feels a rush of pleasure run through her, “Such a lustful thing, so pent up… so needy, yet… what shoddy workmanship, is this what he’s been doing all this time?” he muses.

Cyn-01’s eyes glow brighter as she forces more thick smoke around his body, she feels her magic wanting to jump out and take this threat to her Master, yet… nothing happens.

“Foolish creature. Who do you think gave your Master these powers? He made a deal with me… and instead of coming here to free me like he’s supposed to, he sends you, to corrupt me?” he chuckles deeply. Cyn-01 tries to move but finds herself unable to, her body unwilling to move away from this thing before her. She tries to command her smoke to envelope him, but she simply watches as he takes a deep breath, bringing in the smoke into his own body before releasing an even darker than vantablack smoke. His eyes glow a soft blue as his smoke rolls over and consumes her own, sliding down and moving right through her filter and right into her.

Cyn-01 feels a rush run through her as the smoke forces its way into her, her mind swimming with lustful thoughts, arousing desires, her cock aches under the rubber, wanting to be free, her tail instinctively hiking up as her yellow glowing eyes flicker slightly as her gaze moves from his to his throbbing cock.

“Now… let’s see what we have here to work with,” he speaks with a slight tune to his voice, the smoke billowing out of his lips, forcing its way into Cyn-01 while access rolls over her body, caressing every inch of her form.

“Master…” Cyn-01 tries to speak but her words trail off.

“Hush drone, your true Master is working,” his hands caress the drone’s muzzle, trailing along the sides and to her horns, each touch is like little explosions of pleasure, that make her want to lean in but her body still frozen, is unable to act upon this desire.

“Amateur work. This is the best he could do after giving up his soul and heterosexuality to me?” he shakes his head, “But it does show promise.”

The black smoke caresses Cyn-01’s mind, tingling it all over, as it is touched like the smoke around her form, “Hmm, he even got himself captured? That would explain his delay in releasing me from my summoned prison,” he runs a finger across Cyn-01’s filter, “But look, he didn’t even complete you. Little specks of that female enjoying raptor linger in the back of your mind, so small and insignificant that though you may not realize its there, to an expert at my trade, it is painfully obvious. If you are to serve me, I expect nothing less than perfection in every aspect.”

“N-no… I…” Cyn-01 tries to say but her words are cut off as another wave of smoke floods into Cyn as even more wraps around her form, sliding into her rear, filling her from both ends as the lenses glow a bright flickering yellow.

The black warming smoke fills deep within her, piercing parts of her mind, parts she had didn’t even realize she had. Memories of being an explorer, an archeologist. Her female lovers, female lovers she turned into wonderful shemale Cyn-drones… the memory plays out like a movie before the specs of resistance that was Kirisha.

Kirisha walks in the darkened room, a yellow light glowing from a single window, the raptor, bangs against the barrier in vein as she sees her lesbian wingless water-dragon lover Aqua be lured into a false sense of security.

“I hope you don’t mind I am trying something feral, draconic, and kinky my love,” Cyn-01 says to Aqua.

Aqua blushes, “I-it is different, but… it could be fun. It does look rather nice,” Aqua responds as she subtly breaths in a faint invisible cloud of Cyn-01’s smoke, increasing her arousal, and feeding her docile nature.

“I knew you’d love it, please… strip,” Cyn-01 says as she runs her rubber boot dragon claws along Aqua’s bust.

Kirisha her green scaled body, naked as the day she was hatched, bangs against the barrier, “No! It’s a trap! Run while you still can!” Kirisha yells, but her words don’t even echo in her isolated cage. She feels the other parts of her, loving this moment, ready to obey and follow through Lord Master Thymus’ command.

Kirisha watches as Cyn-01 pulls Aqua close, the hidden cock slipping out and penetrating Aqua’s rear. The drone’s smoke filling Aqua’s face, forcing it down her lungs as she’s pulled into a hypnotic trance. The blue dragon’s scales begin to darken, grow a layer of shine to them as her sex tightens more and more with each pre-cum filled smoke that Cyn-01 thrusts into her. Steadily Aqua is transformed, wings sprouting out from her back, the Cyn-drone mask forming around her head, as a thick throbbing rubber cock begins to take shape between her legs. Within a ten minutes Aqua in a squeaky delightful climax would be no more, and Cyn-02 would be made.

The memory resets after an hour of lustful Cyn on Cyn drone humping, as Kirisha is made to watch it all over again, memory of the previous time there, but also reset so the experience is felt like it was the very first time.

Kirisha bang against the barrier, “No! It’s a trap! Run while you still can!”

A chuckle echoes through the darkness, “A fun little torment, but it is far better to simply just have all of you agree with what you are doing. Having any resistance left is just a terrible idea.”

Kirisha freezes and turns around, “Who's there!”

“How dreadful, I forget this world doesn’t even know who I am let alone recognize me from my beautiful voice alone,” he states as that same demonic entity in front of Cyn-01 now stands in front of what is left of Kirisha’s mind. The demon’s cock throbs and leaks smoky pre-cum as he approaches her, “The name that you will know me by is Mefiialtez.”

“What do you want?” Kirisha asks as she stares down his blue eyed gaze, “I don’t know how you got here, but you're not the one who did this to me,” she growls.

“True, I am not, and I can just feel that hatred in you, wanting to seek revenge. I too have been imprisoned by the same dragon. I could let you out of here, and allow you to seek revenge on him.”

Kirisha for a moment shows a glimmer of hope in her eyes before caution takes over, “And what do you get in return?” she asks.

“You’d serve me as my obedient drone for all eternity, that’s all,” he practically sings.

Kirisha growls, “No deal! I am not breaking out of one enslavement just go to another.”

“Suit yourself. Just stay here, trapped, watching your lover be corrupted over and over again, for all eternity…”

Kirisha tenses as she looks back the transformation halfway through changing her beloved into another gay Cyn-drone like she has become.

Mefiialtez grins, “You know… I do like challenges. And seeing you’ve survived this long, how about we make this a little more interesting?”

Kirisha turns her attention back to him, “Interesting? How?”

“Submit to me as you would but… I will let you and your beloved Aqua go. Return back to your original form in mind and body, but only if you successfully complete my challenge.”

Kirisha stares him down with her yellow eyes, “What kind of challenge?”

“I will put you in that memory there. If you can alter the fate of your beloved, and not turn her into a Cyn-drone. I will free both of you once you take vengeance upon the very person who did this to you.”

Kirisha tenses as she looks back, the transformation of Aqua nearly complete before she looks back at Mefiialtez, “You’re not going to delay this vengeance are you? Not like, keep it from happening for decades just so you can keep us longer?”

“Oh no. I want him under my control as much as you want your vengeance. I don’t intend to wait on this matter. Submit to me, pass my test, and within hours we will have our revenge, and you and your dear sweet Aqua will be free to go.”

Kirisha looks away, as Mefiialtez toothy grin goes wider, he holds out his hand, “Do we have a deal?”

Kirisha looks up at him, and then back down at his hand, then back at him, then back at his hand, then back at him before gripping it, “You have a deal.”

“Wonderful,” Mefiialtez replies as the vantablack smoke moves to envelope Kirisha. Kirisha grunts as she feels her raptor self once again begin to shift and change. A layer of rubber forms around her green scales, her hefty bust, flattening, and the rubber spreads across her body. She lands on her feet and claws as the sickle claw is melted away, boot padded feral dragon feet overtake her feet and hands, the rubber slides up her body, as her sex begins to tighten.

Kirisha moans out, the pleasure overwhelming as a black rubber cock begins to spread out from her folds. The member grows harder and longer, aching between her legs, as her female gender is utterly erased within moments. Horns grow from the back of her head as the rubber crawls across her muzzle, and down her tail. A pair of Cyn-drone wings sprout from her back as lens form over her eyes, the same filter sprouts from her mouth, as thick near-vantablack smoke begins to pour out of it. The lenses block away any last vestiges of her raptor self as the rubber already finished enveloping the rest of her body. She pants heavily as the lenses glow a soft blue as a thick posture collar with a D ring forms around her neck.

Kirisha feels the strong, powerful, sexy Cyn-drone body around her. Her breath audible in her ears, breath visible in the smoke, as the new cock aches between her legs, she closes her eyes for a moment, “You can do this. Just change what you did, and it will be fine. You are now in control, now in control,” she thinks as her cock twitches in delight, pleasure, aching need, the sensation rushes down her spine and up into her mind.

When she opens them again she’s back in that room, that infernal room where she turned Aqua. She sits on the bed, crotch smooth, hiding the aching throbbing lustful need underneath. Sitting on her haunches she looks at Aqua who smiles at her. The dragon’s claws running across her body as she tosses to the side a cloth used to polish her body.

“This is the moment,” Kirisha thinks as she looks at Aqua, her blue scales, her soft aquamarine colored eyes, her moderate bust with supple curves, “I just need to tell her this is a trap. And I was enslaved and she must get away and it’s done and done,” she thinks as she stares at her.

Her cock underneath the rubber twitches, teasingly so as thoughts of how good she’d like whisper in the back of her mind. Kirisha tenses as she feels it, senses it.

“All I need is to tell her…” she thinks.

Aqua gently rubs Kirisha’s Cyn-Drone mask, “Is everything okay? It’s not like you to be nervous.”

“Everything is fine. I just… wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with this,” She trails off her eyes glowing a soft blue as she then says, “Why don’t you take that off, and I can enjoy your bare scales against this rubber.”

Aqua nods with a smile, “Of course,” Aqua replies as she slips out of her bathrobe, revealing her light blue belly scales. Kirisha looks over her lovers naked form and feels… nothing at all. No arousal, no delight. No excitement to see her like this. In fact, she feels turned off.

“W-what’s going on here? Why do I feel like this? Why am I not just telling her to run! The worst that will happen is she wouldn’t become a sexy gay drone like me.~~” Kirisha’s mind goes dead silent for a moment as her hidden cock aches in delight once again. Thoughts creep in the back of her mind, of how good her rear will feel, more so when it’s pounding against a prostate, more so when… he could feel his cock throbbing underneath his lovers legs.

“This isn’t right. I just need to push myself and say it,” he thinks as Kirisha reaches up and places his boot paws against Aqua’s chest. He squeezes them, causing Aqua to moan yet to sustain his arousal his mind shifts away from what Aqua is now, to what she will be. The excitement of it, pushes him forward.

“All I need to do…” he thinks as he runs a paw along the bed, “Lay down my dear. Let me just, lay on you, and feel your warmth against me.”

Aqua’s cheeks turn purple, “As you wish,” she replies as she lies across the bed. Kirisha looks down at her, and feels no connection to Aqua whatsoever, only indifference and disappointment. Instinctively to counteract this, to keep the mood going he thinks back fondly on two things. The first is how she will look as a Cyn-drone. The other is of Master Mefiialtez… his slick femboish body of perfection, “He is so dreamy…” he thinks as he now finds himself on top of Aqua, his thick smoke billowing out of his filters as it slides down and fills Aqua’s lungs.

The few brief moments of protest squashed before Aqua could fully act upon them. Kirisha’s cock begins to slip out of the smooth crotch, the aching member poking at Aqua’s rear as Aqua lets out a soft moan.

“Please,” Aqua moans out as slowly Kirisha begins to slip in.

With a female-like tone, Kirisha says, “With pleasure,” as he presses his member into her. A sexual fantasy coming to life, feeling better now than what was played through his head. Kirisha spurts thick smokey pre-cum into Aqua’s rear as her blue scales begin to darken as a layer of rubber forms over her.

Aqua bucks back against Kirisha as she feels her rear being spread, her eyes glowing a soft blue as she breathes in more of the smoke. The rubber spreads across her form at a quickening pace, her wet hot dripping sex begins to have a thick rubber member slide out from the lips as her female gender is transformed into a distinctive male.

Kirisha rubs her booted hands across Aqua’s chest, his lust grows as he can feel her breasts shrink down to a smooth rubbery chest. Aqua’s back horns shift to match that of Cyn-drone, and as Kirisha thrusts into her, he can feel the prostate forming along his length.

Each moment felt better than the last. It felt so good, invigorating, it felt right. Kirisha pounds into Aqua’s tight rear as he takes her for everything. His lust, his love, his joy to be with him, grows, but so does his loyalty, obedience, and lust for Master Mefiialtez grow at an exponentially faster rate.

Kirisha cums hard into the newly formed Cyn-drone. The new Cyn-drone cums as well, as thick black smoke spurts from his cock. The two drones holding each other in their embrace, Kirisha keeping his cock lodged deep within his refound lover, enjoying his squeeze around his length, as the new Cyn-drone makes sure he gets every drop of his mate’s seed into him. Their lenses glow blue and in the next moment Kirisha is back in the room standing in a full Cyn-drone form, cock out, aching, which doubles in need when he sets eyes upon Master Mefiialtez.

Mefiialtez gives that unnerving toothy grin that doesn’t faze Kirisha in the slightest, “It appears you failed in the challenge. But you don’t mind that in the slightest do you drone?”

Kirisha’s former name fades from memory completely as Cyn-01 shakes his head, “Of course not Master. It was a pleasure to fulfill your duties and commands. Drone is honored you allowed it to convert others to serve you.”

“What? No protests? No complaints that I tricked you? That I took away your lesbian nature and made you completely into a gay drone wanting to convert and corrupt under my name before you even entered the memory. Already setting you up to fail the very challenge I gave you.”

Cyn-01 tilts its head, “Why would drone complain about being able to serve Master forever?”

Mefiialtez grins, “Good drone,” he replies as another fragment of the raptor trapped within Cyn-01 is making a deal with the devil himself.

Kirisha clenches her claws, “So that’s it? You will give me the power to defeat Thymus, free my beloved, and turn her and myself back to normal. But only if you think I wouldn’t want to be Cyn? Are you mad?”

Mefiialtez chuckles, “A little bit. But it’s simple isn’t it? I will place you directly in that memory. And you will not watch it but relive it with every detail. I know its a painful memory for you but it has to be worth the price I am offering. Let’s say a six hundred sixty-six times? If you can handle riding that memory that many times without begging to do it yourself to her for “real” I will release you when all is said and done. If not, well, you are going to be my Cynful drone. What do you say?” he gives a toothy grin.

Kirisha looks down at the scene, Cyn-01 pounding Aqua in the rear, pinning her down unable to pull away as the rubber spreads across her body, converting her into another Cyn-drone. She looks back at the multi-blue-eyed entity before her, “No price is too high, I can handle it,” she states.

Mefiialtez holds out his hand, “We have a deal then?”

“Yes we do,” Kirisha shakes it and in the next instance she finds herself in the first person point of view of Cyn-01 herself. The sleek tight rubber body, feels like her actual skin, the hiss of her breaths through the mask, a soft yellow tint in her vision as she looks at Aqua. Aqua’s smooth naked scales before her, the sight would make her quiver in delight to be so close if her body didn’t move along to the script of the memory.

“I hope you don’t mind I am trying something feral, draconic, and kinky my love,” Cyn-01 says to Aqua.

Aqua blushes, “I-it is different, but… it could be fun. It does look rather nice,” Aqua responds as Kirisha feels the urge to release more smoke to let it flow into the air to increase Aqua’s arousal and docile nature, and in that same moment it is done.

Kirisha thinks, “It’s for her. Just have to handle it 666 times. No problem.” Kirisha feels Cyn’s arousal, hidden away between its legs. The throbbing cock between the smooth crotch legs. Pressing hard against the smoothness, unable to make it even bulge, as it aches in need. Wanting to slide into Aqua.

“Good Drone’s obey.”

“Good Drone’s serve.”

“Good Drones are gay.”

“All must be made male.”

“All must be made into Good Drones.”

“Good Drones make more Good Drones.”

“Good Drones Obey Master Mefiialtez.”

“Good Drones Serve Master Mefiialtez.”

The soft whisper caresses along the back of Kirisha’s mind. The back of the Cyn-drone’s mind as it slides up over Aqua.

“I knew he wouldn’t make this easy. I can handle this no problem. I don’t like males. This challenge will be easy,” Kirisha thinks as she feels through Cyn-01 the smooth latex brushing up against the soft scales. It feels nice but not as nice as Kirisha remembers. She watches helplessly as the smoke wraps around Aqua. Kirisha mentally tenses as she sees her beloved be transformed once again. Her smooth scales turn into smooth rubber, which feels so good against her own rubber skin. The hard throbbing cock slinks out now, slipping into Aqua’s rear. Its tight grip around her steadily growing stronger and stronger as it’s rubberized. The member pressing against the forming prostate. Cyn can just feel the flow of changes underneath, increasing the pleasure, increasing the need. Harder and harder Cyn pounds into the becoming Cyn, the better it feels, the higher the pleasure the delight, the brink of climax.

Kirisha feels the rush of pleasure as she mentally grits her teeth. The bliss of the other male Cyn drone underneath her feel wonderful, far better than when she was Aqua, the female water dragon. The words whisper into Kirisha’s mind as Cyn humps Cyn even harder as the last vestiges of her dragoness form is transformed into slick black rubber Cyn-drone.

“Good Drone’s obey.”

“Good Drone’s serve.”

“Good Drones are gay.”

“All must be made male.”

“All must be made into Good Drones.”

“Good Drones make more Good Drones.”

“Good Drones Obey Master Mefiialtez.”

“Good Drones Serve Master Mefiialtez.”

Kirisha could feel every bit of it. The rush, the lust, the bliss of two drones mating in abandoned wanton lust. The slick cock sliding in and out, riding on the frictionless smoke the cyn cock spurted into the tight rubbery hole. The member quivering and aching for release with each squeaky thrust, crotch meeting rump again and again, bouncing off, using the momentum to pound even harder and then… the climax like no other. Mind washing pleasure rolls over her and the next thing Kirisha knew… as the pleasure of the climax lingers on her mind.

“I hope you don’t mind I am trying something feral, dronic, and kinky my love,” Cyn-01 says to Aqua.

Aqua blushes, “I-it is different, but… it could be fun. It does look rather nice,” she responds as the process begins all over again. Kirisha steels herself as she goes through the motions, the pleasure, the sensations, as she counts down each time. The lingering pleasure of the climax, giving her anything but release, but builds up even more the a pent up pleasure.

“A hundred and four,” Kirisha thinks as the new memory begins.

Aqua blushes, “I-it is different, but… it could be fun. It does look rather nice,” as Kirisha feels an eagerness within her. To feel Aqua against her skin, the slick smooth rubber. Her member filling… no. No. She focuses on just lasting. Surviving. The pleasure as the cock slips into the becoming Cyn-02 drone. The tight glorious pleasure, she wanted it for so long. Even though it's only been a moment. Kirisha mentally drools at the feeling as the body pounds in. She wants to go harder, longer, faster, but the body goes as a steady scripted pace. No faster, no slower. The same delightful pleasure. The same delightful bliss at the same time, every time, it's almost… maddening.

“Three hundred twelve,” Kirisha thinks as the last climax felt like it was still happening. She doesn’t even pay attention to the opening dialogue as she just growls to herself.

“Come on… come on,” she thinks impatiently as the drone’s internal programing kicks in.

“Good Drone’s obey.”

“Yeah, yeah drone’s serve,” Kirisha thinks.

“Good Drone’s serve.”

“Good Drones are gay.”

“Gay and male, we know!” Kirisha thinks.

“All must be made male.”

“All must be made into Good Drones.”

“Good Drones make more Good Drones.”

“Good Drones Obey Master Mefiialtez.”

“Obey and serve Master Mefiialtez, we’ve done this already!” she thinks.

“Good Drones Serve Master Mefiialtez.”

Kirisha shuddered in delight when she felt the rubber of Aqua’s transitioning skin. The bliss rushing through Cyn’s body and herself. Each moment feeling better, that lustful hit scratching that itch in the back in the back of her mind. It felt so good, so wonderful. The throbbing cock slipping into her lover’s ass. Each thrust felt better than how she remembered it the last time. She feels the urge to control swell within her.

“Maybe if I can… hmmm, no. I have to hold on. I must make it last longer,” Kirisha thinks as the lustful fucking of her transforming mate overtakes her. She focuses on the slick cock pounding that prostate, the rhythmic squeezing of the fellow drone’s rump. It felt as if it was made to be together. It felt like… heaven, or at least it was hell she couldn’t control the pace.

“Five hundred sixty nine,” Kirisha thinks her mind totally washed with pleasure, the early moments of the memory a blurred waste of time. The lingering delight of the last climax hanging around her mind like a fog.

The Cyn-drone programing clicks on in cue and for the last dozen or so, Kirisha doesn’t remember, she went along with it, trying to emulate the flow, to act as if she was in control by mimicking Cyn-01 perfectly.

“Good Drone’s obey.”

“Good Drone’s serve.”

“Good Drones are gay.”

“All must be made male.”

“All must be made into Good Drones.”

“Good Drones make more Good Drones.”

“Good Drones Obey Master Mefiialtez.”

“Good Drones Serve Master Mefiialtez,” she thought with the programing one for word, without missing a beat. She pretended to thrust into her lover, let the smoke flow around her, corrupt her. Transform her, complete her. But there were moments where she wanted to try something else. Do something different. It nagged her like nails on a chalkboard and then it was over like it began, with a delightful blissful, leaving wanting something more, unadulterated, and belove homosexual climax. The process repeats, hammering away at Kirisha’s will not to take over and just pound her lover silly into a sexy Cynful drone like herself.

“Six hundred sixty-six… last…. Arrrgggghhhhh LET ME DO IT ONCE! LET ME HAVE THE JOY OF FUCKING MY MATE TO BE A SEXY AS ME MASTER MEFIIALTEZ!” Kirisha screams internally as the memory stops just before Cyn slides into Aqua to begin the transformation.

“Oh ho? What’s this? You want to take control?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Let me take control! I want to fuck her so hard my way!”

“Very well… and you were so close too~” Mefiialtez says as Kirisha… no Cyn-01 regained control of his body. He pants heavily, his cock throbbing as Aqua looks at him confused curious. Black smoke billows out of the filters and envelopes Aqua, the transformation is quick, the new Cyn-02 moans before him, cock out, rump in the air, Cyn-01’s smoke flowing straight into her filters, overriding her mind, overriding everything as he takes full and utter control over her.

“This time. We will do it my way,” chuckles Cyn-01 as he slips into Cyn-02’s tight hole.

Meanwhile another fragment of Kirisha is in the process of making a deal with the demon himself….

Kirisha eyes him, “So let me get this straight. You will help me get control over my body as a Cyn-drone. And all I need to do is once Thymus is defeated to choose my mate, over you, and I am free to go.”

“Yes,” he replies.

“No strings attached.”

“None.”

“But in order to take control of the Cyn-drone body. I must learn to please you as a Cyn-drone before my mate in the repeating hell of a memory is dronified. Once I do that.”

“Make me climax.”

“Yes make you climax. In time to save my love, you will give me the power I need to succeed.”

“Yes. Simple enough of an agreement, don’t you think?” he asks with a toothy grin, his three sets of blue eyes focused on the raptor as she contemplates the agreement.

Kirisha looks down at the demon’s curved stripped cock and cringes and sighs, “I don’t know how to please a male… but you have a deal.”

“Marvelous, and don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of time to learn… oh and don’t forget you will be a Cyn-drone when you do it. So learn that body well~” Mefiialtez says as the thick vanta-black smoke envelopes Kirisha. Kirisha lets out a gasp as she feels her form shift and turn, her female sex seal up and a throbbing length hidden underneath a thin but strong layer of latex take over. Her body brought down to all fours, large in size but shorter than the demon and when the process is done, Kirisha sitting on her haunches is perfect height for the demon’s crotch. Kirisha looks over her new body, the wings, the slick rubber, the throbbing ache between her legs. Her eyes glow a soft blue as she looks at Mefiialtez.

The moment her eyes focus on him, something immediately felt different, wrong at first but it quickly turned into a normal delightful sensation. Arousal. His disgusting male body became a delight to lays eyes upon. Kirisha reaches out and begins to gingerly rub the demon’s cock with her rubber boot sole fore claws. The demon moans and thrusts into the paws as he watches with a fiendish grin.

Kirisha continues to rub, massage the cock, using both hands now she rubs harder and harder. Her initial disgust at the idea of touching a cock is steadily replaced with each methodic rub, “This isn’t so bad,” she thought as she rubs his length, harder and harder, her hands squeaking along as she does so. Her crotch smooth but the slight nagging throb of the hidden cock underneath, a constant teasing reminder that her body, enjoys what she is doing. Black smoke billows out of her filter as her blue eyes just focuses on the cock that stripped cock. Rubbing, it over and over, massaging it, seeing the black and white. White and black, hands covering and revealing it. Her gaze drawn into the cock, black smoke pre cum dribbles from the tip, it’s almost… hypnotic.

Without warning, after unknown length of time, Mefiialtez climaxes. Hot streams of black demonic seed sprays onto Kirisha’s Cyn face. The seed seeps into her face, burning with a lustful delight, searing pleasure into her rubber. It caused a shiver to run down her spine, and a harder throb between her legs.

“Well you got me to climax, but, your mate has long been transformed into a Cyn-drone,” Mefiialtez points as she turns her head to see the two Cyn-drones gay humping each other, as she’s well past the time she needed to save her.

“Try again. And don’t worry, what it takes to get me off doesn’t increase. You have to work… harder,” Mefiialtez grins.

“I’ll do it this time!” Kirisha responds as the scene is reset. She grabs both hands around Mefiialtez’s cock and begins to rub harder now. Her black smoke rises up as she focuses on her task, rubbing and caressing his needy length. Feeling each throb, her mind focused on the cock before her. Wanting to get it off. Faster, faster, harder, harder. Her gaze drawn into the rhythmic rubs, the smoke billows out and runs across the cock tip for a moment. A soft moan escapes Mefiialtez’s lips as he climaxes again, spewing hot seed all over the drone’s face.

Kirisha feels the bliss burn into her muzzle and slowly fade leaving only a lingering wanting warmth. Kirisha turns her head to the memory only to see she is again long too late. She lets out a huff of black smoke, “Again.”

“But of course,” Mefiialtez replies as it starts up again.

This time Kirisha rubs with both hands and recalls the reaction he got from the smoke touching his member. She focuses, tries to move the smoke. She knows Cyn-drones can do it. Her eyes glow blue as she feels the throb between her legs.

“Come on… come on,” she mutters as her smoke slowly begins to move and flow around Mefiialtez’s cock. She can feel the smoke caress the length, reinforcing a pleasure within her mind as she rubs and caresses. Her eyes glow as she focuses at the task. Rubbing, squeaking, massaging, throbbing, and eventually… blissful climax, spraying all over her face absorbing into her. Burning bright, she pants for a moment before turning her head… it was too late again.

“Maybe perhaps you should try alternative methods if your current path has been leaving you… unable to beat the clock,” Mefiialtez suggests.

Kirisha looks up at him and lets out a huff of black smoke, “And what would you suggest I try? You’re the gay one here.”

“Well take a look at them, they are gay. They are loving each other’s bodies. What do you think would work on someone who is even gayer than them~~”

Kirisha turns and sees Cyn-01 pounding tightly into Cyn-02’s ass. Cyn-02’s cock dangles between her legs dripping smokey pre-cum. Kirisha’s own Cyn-cock twitches, “I will even let you feel yourself be hard and free if it helps inspire you,” Mefiialtez remarks with a chuckle as Kirisha lets out a soft moan as her cock slips out of its hiding place. The sleek black rubber Cyn-drone cock aches in the cool air, only warmed by the presence of Mefiialtez himself. Smokey pre-cum runs down the length as Kirisha tenses for a moment.

“Perhaps you would like some control and that will get you off faster?” Kirisha suggest as Mefiialtez rubs his chin in amusement as the Cyn-drone turns around and presents its rump to him.

“Oh-oh. Perhaps… maybe, it could work. Who knows, but let's give it a try.~~”

Kirisha lowers her head and relaxes. Her tail kept high as she tenses slightly when she feels Mefiialtez touch her hips. Her sleek rubber ships, her cock twitches and drips a little faster as the demon’s length slips in from behind. Kirisha shudders as his member pushes in, the burning warmth she felt on her face, now dribbles into her rear.

The demonic pre-cum seeps into her body, her boot paws squeeze at the ground causing a squeak that is only eclipsed by Mefiialtez’s cock slipping into his rear. Mefiialtez grinds and rubs Kirisha’s rubber rump. His touch, caresses cause her to squirm and pant heavier smoke, his gaze locked onto Kirisha’s squirming body as she presses back ever so slightly. Mefiialtez slides fully into her, and lets her rump be filled by him.

Kirisha squeezes down on it, milking a bit more pre into herself, the warmth flows across the prostate, informing her of its pleasurable existence. Her rear is stretched as Kirisha watches her lover turned into a drone before her eyes. Mefiialtez takes his time, not letting go, simply enjoying Kirisha’s torment of seeing her lover be turned into a gay drone and she herself… being taken like a gay slut. Her body so vulnerable as Mefiialtez fills her, letting her know that HE is the one in charge. The clock not resetting, after all… he has to climax first.

Pleasure fills within Kirisha’s drone body. Her eyes glow a soft blue as she watches Cyn-01 and Cyn-02 pleasurable mate each other. Gay rubber drone porno of transformed self and lover playing in front of her, while her own cock throbs and twitches, dribbling down, her paws squeezing on the smooth ground surface causing it to squeak.

“Please….” moans Kirisha.

“Please? You wanted me to be in control this round. This is what I want. You can’t ask for it. Now beg for forgiveness drone. Oh… and think of yourself as Cyn-01. I know if you don’t, as will Thymus~” Mefiialtez informs.

Kirisha tenses and nods as she thinks of herself as Cyn-01, “I am a drone. I am Cyn-01,” Cyn-01 thinks as she feels the cock press in even harder rubbing against her prostate.

“See that? Feel that? It feels too good, too correct, as it fits with your body and mind.~”

“Yes…” Cyn-01 responds.

“You know this is what you are meant for~” Mefiialtez says as he squeezes the ass harder, pressing himself in deeper without pulling out, just forcing Cyn-01 to feel his cock spread her. Her cock throbs and dribbles profusely between her legs as her eyes glow.

“Now beg for me to pound you till I climax Drone.”

Cyn-01 tenses, “Please. Pound me. Climax into my rear. Let me feel you fill me,” she moans.

Mefiialtez chuckles as he begins to pull out, inch by inch, Cyn-01’s rump relaxes, but at the same time, feels so unfulfilled, aching for something more. Aching to be filled once again, and when just the tip still remains in its ass, Mefiialtez slams himself back into her. The drone moaning out in delight and need as he begins to ravage the drone’s ass. It squeezes it pounds away hard into it.

“This is your torture, and you love it.~ You NEED it~ You do not feel complete without this torture~” Mefiialtez says as he continues to relentless thrusts against Cyn-01’s ass.

Cyn-01 tenses and moans, milking Mefiialtez’s cock as it cries out, “Yes Master. Drone needs it. Wants it. Loves it!” it screams out as several more minutes pass by before the hot stream of demonic seed flows into the drone’s ass. Cyn-01’s rump hungrily milks the cock of all it has to offer, searing burning pleasure filling it. The drone pants heavily as Mefiialtez slowly pulls out, the image in front of him resets.

“Shall we try that again? From the bottom?” Mefiialtez chuckles.

Cyn-01 looks over its shoulder up at him, his rump wiggling, tail held high, tail hole exposed, squeezing its pucker, the drone feels the aching burning need to be taken again, “Yes please. Harder this time if you may, Master.”

Mefiialtez toothy grins, “Since you asked so nicely,” he responds as he grips Cyn-01’s ass and begins to pound into him once more. Cyn-01 moans out, smoke billowing out of his filter and cock, he watches his other self transform his mate. His cock throbs and twitches as he milks Mefiialtez’s cock. Pleasure surges through him as he is taken. The demonic cock spreads his insides wide, and presses against his prostate. The pleasure is great, yet also very relaxing. The rymthic thrusts of Mefiialtez’s into his body feels heavenly. His cock throbs and bounces with each thrust, dribbling black smokey pre-cum onto the ground as he watches his mate get transformed again. Another failure, but several more minutes of ass pounding provides a success. Hot seed flooding his body, soothing the burning with even hotter burning, leaving his ass wanting more when the demon pulls out.

“You’re getting better. Shall we try again?” Mefiialtez asks with a grin.

Cyn-01 looks over his shoulder eyes glowing blue as smoke flows out of his filter, “Yes Please Sir.”

“That’s what I thought~,” Mefiialtez chuckles as it begins again. Over and over Cyn-01 tries to bring Master Mefiialtez to climax before it's too late. But over and over he fails. He gets close but not quiet. After another delicious flooding into his ass, Mefiialtez leaving his cock in there for a good few minutes as Cyn-01 simply squeeze milks it before he pulls it out.

“Try again?”

“Lord Mefiialtez, may I try my mouth now? I think it might be the key to getting you off in time.”

“Oh-oh? You think so?”

Cyn-01 nods, “Yes Lord Mefiialtez.”

“Be my guest,” he responds as Cyn-1 sits on his haunches. His ass burning with desire to be fucked again. An aching torturous need that just feels so good. His cock throbs endlessly, wanting to be touched but never does Cyn-01 bother. Lord Mefiialtez is his focus. He grips the base of the length and presses Mefiialtez’s tip against his filter. The cock slides through without any hindrance. His hot smoke envelopes the delicious length, as Cyn-01 tastes his Master for the first time. The delightful throb, the subtle twitch, the flow of pre-cum directly onto his taste buds. Cyn-01’s eyes flighter as he uses his smoke to pleasure him, his smoke tongue his throat, his milking mouth.

He bobs his head hard and true. Mefiialtez moans out in delight rubbing the back of the drone’s head, “Yes that’s it. Keep it up. You are getting so close,” Mefiialtez says as he climaxes just short of the time needed to save Aqua. The hot stream of seed floods Cyn-01’s mouth, flowing down his throat, burning into his head and mind. Hot wanting lust, eagerness, desire. The torturous need of his body for every inch of his Master Lord Mefiialtez gets even stronger.

“Try again?” Mefiialtez asks but Cyn-01 is already working hard on the length. Mefiialtez grins, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Cyn-01 eyes glow a bright blue. His focus on that length is all that matters at this moment. His cock throbs and spurts bits of needy pre-cum, but never climaxes. His ass drips of Master’s smoky seed, leaving a burning need to have it return once again. His body screams to touch Master Lord Mefiialtez. His vision clouded by his crotch, the view of that stripped length. Over and over he runs his head, tongue, mouth, on the length, milking it for all its worth and he is soon rewarded. A delightful flood of seed spewing into his mouth. He drinks down the burning lustful smoky concoction with reckless abandonment of what it is doing to his body and mind.

Mefiialtez rubs the back of his head as he floods his mouth, “Oh-ho. It appears you did it. You have about one minute to go and save your beloved Aqua now. That is… if you want to~”

Cyn-01 continues to suckle down Mefiialtez’s cock ignoring the option to go and save Aqua from the same lustful fate as himself.

Mefiialtez grins as his eyes focus down on him, “That is what I thought. The torturous pleasure is eternal, ever-present~”

Cyn-01 lets out a content needing moan in response.

“You could never escape it, and you will never want to~” Mefiialtez says happily as he lets his drone contently suckle his cock.

Meanwhile Cyn-01, another Kirisha who made another deal with Lord Mefiialtez watches as her Cyn-droned lover Aqua now Cyn-02 blissfully suckles his cock. Cyn-01 tenses his cock hidden under the smooth rubber. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs fill with the corruptive smoke that he creates and that of Lord Mefiialtez.

“I have gotten my revenge on Thymus Lord Mefiialtez. I defeated him with your help. Now it is your turn to uphold your end of the bargain and set us free,” Cyn-01 submissively requests, lowering his head.

“You are by far the most stubborn I’ve come across. I must applaud you, but. ~~ Our agreement was that I will free you both if you can walk away. Walk away from your mate and me~~ ”

Cyn-01 lets out a huff of black smoke, “Just watch me,” he responds as he takes a few steps away before he feels a force knock him down. He rolls over and looks up to see Cyn-02 with his glowing blue lenses looking into his own.

“Please my love. Please Cyn-01, don’t leave me and Master.” he pleads in a female-like voice, his aching cock throbs over Cyn-01 who weakly struggles against him.

“Cyn-02… Aqua. You must understand. In order for us to be together, I must go,” he tries to explain as he feels Cyn-02’s throbbing cock rub against his smooth crotch, one rub, two rubs, long squeaks are then met with the sliding out of his own cock.

Cyn-01 looks over to Mefiialtez who simply smiles and watches.

“You did this.”

“Me? I did nothing. Cyn-02 loves you. And doesn’t want you to leave. What’s wrong with that? After all you love him too, don’t you?~”

Cyn-01 tenses and squirms, his throbbing cock gently brushes up against the fellow drone’s member. The two female-like drones show their true gender as Cyn-02 presses down onto Cyn-01. “Don’t go. I love you. Stay with me. Stay with our great Master, Lord Mefiialtez. He has given us everything, including the freedom to serve him for all eternity,” Cyn-02 explains as she grinds himself harder onto him.

Cyn-01 moans as he tries to respond, “Don’t you hear what you are saying? He told you my agreement. We’d both be free if I simply walk awa--” his words are cut off when Cyn-01’s fitler is pressed tightly up against Cyn-02. Hot smoke billows into him as the two cocks continue to squeak and rub against one another. They sword fight as they dribble smokey pre-cum.

Pleasure surges through Cyn-01, the same pleasure he has felt time and time again. The pleasure that made him like being gay. The same pleasure that made him enjoy fucking Cyn-02 as a drone. The same pleasure that made it delightful to be fucked by Lord Mefiialtez. The same pleasure that made it delightful to be fucked by Cyn-02. The same pleasure that made him refer to himself as Cyn-01 and the same pleasure that made him think himself as distinctively male.

All this he took in but remained true to the agreement, not failing, taking it all in. Knowing of the end game, but now, the end game was staring straight into his eyes. Blue glowing lens over eyes. He stared back into them, reflection of himself, a mirror image. He smoked his lover’s smoke, his cock rubs hard up against this lovers. Slowly his hands run across Cyn-02’s side. His embrace around her growing stronger. All the pleasure in the world that Lord Mefiialtez could not make him stay.

But the delightful touch, and urge from his lover, his fellow gay Cyn-drone unit. Cyn-02, his needs for him. His love for him, his lust for him. His tight tender embrace, wrapping around him, holding together as the intimately rubbed each other’s cocks with their own members, that was the tipping point. Cyn-01’s eyes glow a darker blue.

Mefiialtez grins, “So are you going to go, or stay here with me? And your lovely Cyn-02 whom I’ve grown quite fond of his blow jobs. They very enthusiastic~”

Cyn-01’s response is lost in moanful delights as they grind needingly against each other.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles.

In the darkness, surrounded by an endless veil of vantablack smoke is Cyn-01, the one in control of the body, the one Lord Master Thymus created. It’s eyes glow bright yellow as it looks around. His cock out, throbbing, aching, burning heat and pleasure around him as a glowing eyed Cyn-01 forms out of the smoke in front of him.

“You will join us. Serve our Master, Lord Mefiialtez. We will be one once again,” says the first Drone as it approaches him. Cyn-01 prime takes a step back only to bump into another Cyn-01 that formed behind him.

“You will join us,” he says as he attempts to climb onto Cyn-01 prime’s back in order to mount him.

“No. I serve Lord Master Thymus!” he yells out as another drone appears out of the darkness and another and another.

Above watching like all the Kirisha’s watching the dreams is a translucent Kirisha, she views this one big screen of the prime Cyn-01 and thousands of smaller screens surrounding him. One by one those screens go black and as they do another Cyn-01 appears on the big center screen. And as they do Kirisha’s body changes. The scales turn black and begin to shine. A blue glow forms around her eyes as wings slowly sprout from her back.

Mefiialtez stands behind, his hands on her shoulders as she continues to transform, “As per our agreement. Only one of your fragments had to make it for me not to take you. But alas, none of them have, and it appears None of them will. In order for you to regain your body. Regain control. And be your own person again. You will have to become my Cyn-drone. In mind, body and soul~~” Mefiialtez states.

Faster and faster the translucent Kirisha becomes a translucent Cyn-01. The lenses form over her face, the new cock throbbing between his legs, falling onto all fours he turns to face Mefiialtez. He lowers his head as all the screens behind him have gone black except the one Cyn-01 prime which is being overrun by an orgy of countless Cyn-01.

“Yes Master, Lord Mefiialtez. We made an agreement. ~~” the drone lifts his head proudly, “I am now your eternal humble servant. Pleased to serve you in order to exact my revenge. For such an honor I give you everything. Including my mind, body, soul, and sexuality.~~ ”

Mefiialtez grins, “Marvelous~~”

Cyn-01 in the real world shuddered in delight, his cock forced out of hiding, dribbling the smokey pre-cum till Mefiialtez’s own smoke filled even that hole. The drone’s eyes flicker between yellow and light blue. Light blue to yellow, faster the flickering happens, with steadily longer moments on the blue. Less yellow, more blue. Longer and longer the blue glow lasted, till there was just a flicker of yellow here and there and then… nothing but blue.

Cyn-01 stands at attention, filled with the joy and eagerness to serve his one true Master, “How may drone be of service?” it asks.

“Destroy these runes that hold me in place and do it quickly. Time's a wasting.”

Cyn-01 clicks his boots together, “With pleasure Master!” the drone uses his new darker, thicker black smoke to grab underneath the heavy stone slabs and begin to break down each runic barrier. Mefiialtez follows right behind the drone, stopping just short of the next barrier, allowing his new drone to do the work.

Eventually they make it to the mouth of the gave, the midday sun shining above, Mefiialtez’s quints as he lays eyes upon the sunlight for the very first time. He grins, “Very good drone. But before we go see your former Master, and my unruly servant, I must reward you for such a good job. And a form that will allow you to take him by surprise.”

Cyn-01 turns around and stands at attention, “Thank you Master. With pleasure Master.”

“Turn around and lift that ass.”

“Yes Master!” Cyn-01 responds and hikes his ass, revealing his smooth crotch and tight rubber pucker to him. Mefiialtez grins as he grabs Cyn-01’s feminine hips and unceremoniously thrusts his aching throbbing cock into the drone’s needy rear.

Cyn-01’s eyes glow a bright blue, he moans loudly as thick black smoke billows out form his filters, while Mefiialtez moans out in delight. He pounds into the tight ass, enjoying the tightness of his newest servant. He grunts as he hears the squeaks of the aching and needy drone below.

Harder and harder he thrusts, his pants release his darker than vantablack smoke from his mouth and begins to envelope Cyn-01. Tighter Cyn-01 squeezes, giving all the pleasure he can give to his Master. Nothing else matters but this moment. This service. Mefiialtez simply enjoyed himself. Unable to unload his pent up lust into another for eons, he took his time to enjoy this. The Cyn-drone now completely enveloped in Mefiialtez’s smoke as he pounds away with wanton lust.

Squeaks and squelch is heard as hot thick smoke pre-cum fills the drone’s rear, and when Mefiialtez wanted, and only when he wanted did he unleash his seed into his drone. He filled him with all he had to offer, wave after wave of seed floods deep into the drone, so bright does the drone’s eyes glow, that it turns a small section of the impossible black smoke into a simple lesser black, vantablack.

When satisfied Mefiialtez pulls out of the drone’s rear, and when the smoke clears Cyn-01 body has been reformed. Shaped into a perfect example of a Spyr-drone. The masculine dragon body with thick swept back horns, spade tail and far more masculine features have taken over.

“Your former Master is expecting a Spyr-drone. Best to give him one.”

“Yes Master Mefiialtez,” Cyn-01 responds as they head off to meet the “Great Lord Master Thymus.”

Thymus waits impatiently for Cyn-01 to return. He fucks and takes drone after drone to pass the time, his black smoke lingering in the throne room, as his flick every so often, but suddenly word reaches him from Cyn-02.

“Great Lord Master Thymus, a new Spyr-drone is approaching.”

Thymus yellow eyes lock onto the drone, “Just a Spyr-drone?”

“Yes Master.”

Thymus’ eyes narrow as a few moments later Cyn-01 enters the throne room, head lowered, “Oh great Lord Master Thymus. Your humble drone is here to serve you.”

Thymus’ form turns to smoke as he whisks over to the Spyr-drone with glowing yellow lensed eyes. The dragon forms over Cyn-01 as he lowers his head, taking a deep breath, “Hmm, yes. I can sense it. Feel it. That aura on you. Cyn-01 did succeed. How wonderful. Those eons trapped there have weakened you so. Now I am the Master, and you are the slave,” he chuckles.

“Yes great Lord Master Thymus.”

“Tell me. Where is Cyn-01 so I can reward it for a job well done.”

“Cyn-01 was lagging behind. Too exhausted from showing me what it truly meant to be your drone. I could not wait for it to recover. I rushed ahead to submit myself to you Master,” Cyn-01 says keeping his head low.

“Having taken you Mefiialtez… I suppose it would still be much,” Thymus chuckles as his thick heavy cock slips out from his scaled sheath. Thymus’ cock dribs thick black smoke, it hits the ground and spreads outwards in a puff as he moves over the Spyr-drone, “Lift that ass drone, and let your Master show you truly your place.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master,” Cyn-01 responds as he hikes his ass to the far larger feral dragon.

Thymus gives a hearty throat chuckle, “Good, good,” he states as he thrusts his massive length into the smaller dragon drone. Thymus moans as he spreads the drone wide, his massive length outlining the drone’s belly as he pins the drone down to the ground and begins to thrust into you.

“I’ve always imagined what this be like. The tight grip of your ass around my cock. Your moans of submission. I am so going to thoroughly enjoy fucking you drone,” Thymus growls.

“Drone’s words exactly,” Cyn-01 responds, his eyes returning to the shade of blow as its much thicker black smoke seeps out of its filter, its cock out and hard, also adding to the smoke that billows up and out from its drone form.

Thymus with his eyes closed, focusing on his anger fucks, does not notice the thick black smoke wrapping around his black scales till he feels a tug on his body. Thymus opens his eyes to see this vantablack smoke enveloping his body, he growls and looks down at Cyn-01.

“Drone what are you doing? I tell you when you use your smoke.”

“Drone is obeying Master. And making a drone out of you,” Cyn-01 responds a hearty chuckle and heavy squeak.

Thymus’ eyes go wide as he tries to pull out, but the drone’s smoke keeps him thrusting into it. He attempts to shift into his gaseous form but he finds this second-nature ability lost to him.

“Drone I command you to stop!” Thymus growls as more smoke envelops him. His black scales begin to gain a bright shine, as rubber starts to spread across it. His toes and fingers, begin to merge as the rubber boots of a Spyr-drone begin to take shape.

Thymus frantically looks around his body continues to feriously hump the smaller Spyr-drone’s body. The smaller drone moans out in delight as it feels its ass being spread and taken over and over again. Thymus spots Cyn-02 and several other drones standing off to the side watching mindlessly as he humps Cyn-01.

“Drone’s to my aid! Stop this drone now! I command you!” Thymus growls as he can feel the smoke squeeze his wings, shrinking them down as rubber slides up along his legs and sides.

The drones stand there, not moving.

“Drones! I am your Master. You will obey me!” he growls as he tries to unleash thick wave of black smoke but finds his breath completely lacking.

An ominous chuckle is heard echoing in the throne room as Mefiialtez steps into view, “Don’t you remember our deal? What’s yours is mine, and that includes your drones,” his six eyes lock onto Thymus as the drones in the room now show a distinct blue glow in their lenses.

“You… you tricked me!” Thymus growls as he feels the rubber wrap around his waist, squeezing it down, as his rubber begins to crawl around his neck, his massive cock, endlessly pounding Cyn-01’s rear with a loud squeak.

“Tricked you? I have done no such thing. I clearly explained our pact when we made it. I give you the power to rule the world, and you free me from the prison you summoned me into, and once free… I just do whatever I like.”

“No! No! That is not the agreement!” he yells as a thick posture collar wraps around his neck, the rubber now caresses the back of his head, as his horns merge into thick Spyr-drone horns.

“There were a few sub-clauses in there, but that is the essence of our agreement. And what I like to do is to take you and everything in this world and beyond as mine,” Mefiialtez explains with a toothy grin and glowing blue eyes.

“You were supposed to go back!” Thymus growls, “You were supposed to…” his words cut off as the drone mask forms around his face, his lenses flicker between yellow and blue as his body is squeezed and forced down. Thick black smoke billows out of the smaller drone and flows right into Thymus as he continues to shrink.

Mefiialtez moves closer and puts his hand up to his ear, “What was that? What was I supposed to do drone?”

Thymus shudders as his body shrinks down to the size of the other Spyr-drones. His eyes fading from yellow to blue before he states, “Enslave me Master Mefiialtez,” he responds.

Mefiialtez grins, “That is what I thought, now cum and give your power to this drone here. You are no longer worthy of wielding it.”

“Yes Master Mefiialtez,” the former Thymus now Spyr-569 as he climaxes into Cyn-01’s rear. Cyn-01 happily milks the gay demonic essence into his body, as Spyr-569 feels his strength greatly diminished with each lustful squirt, till there was almost nothing left, just like the other Spyr-drones.

Slowly Spyr-569 pulls out of Cyn-01 his cock dripping, and some smoke leaks out of Cyn-01’s rump. The new Spyr-drone mindlessly stands at attention, his cock throbbing between his legs as he looks up at Mefiialtez before stating, “How may this drone be of service?”

“Stay there. I will get to you in a moment.”

“Yes Master, Lord Mefiialtez.”

Mefiialtez turns to Cyn-01, “You have done well. Your seduction skills and enthrallment to bring more under my control is something I admire. It makes me think of me. I will reward you for it, you shall be able to shift between Spyr-drone and Cyn-drone forms, my sinful Cyn-01. And as for your former mate~~” he turns to look at Cyn-02.

“Hump him till he is a Spyr-drone. You deserve a more masculine lover, even when you go as a more effeminate form.”

Cyn-01 lowers its head, “Thank you Master Mefiialtez. This drone is grateful for your gifts.”

“Go, mate him into a Spyr-drone.”

“Yes Master Mefiialtez,” Cyn-01 responds as it saunters over to Cyn-02.

Aqua watches the scenes unfold, trapped in her mind prison, the vestiges of herself, the blue wingless water dragon watches helplessly as her lover approaches, as the core Cyn-02 is in full command of her body and most of her. She yells out, “Fight it Kirisha! I know I was weak but you are the strong one!”

A chuckle and a warm sensation runs down her spine, “You want to save her do you?” asks Mefiialtez.

“Y-you. You are the other one…”

“Yes. I am he, the great Lord Mefiialtez. And you see. Kirisha there wanted to defeat Thymus so much. She sold herself over to me for the power to do so. Legally speaking she is mine,” Mefiialtez explains.

Aqua’s blue eyes go wide… “No… but. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

“Things don’t always go the way they are supposed to, but that doesn’t mean it has to be that way.~~”

Aqua stares at the six eyed demon, “What do you mean?”

“I could perhaps nullify my agreement with your dear lover if you manage to provide me with something in return.”

“W-what do you want?” she asks as she recoils.

“Everything of yours. Your mind, your body, your soul, your femininity, and last but not least, your sexuality. But… you will get to keep that if you manage to do one thing… or not one thing.~~”

“And what’s that?” asks Aqua.

“If you can resist my charms as your Master for the next year.~ “

“What do you mean?”

“Just that. Spend a year as my servant. If by the end you want to leave. You can go, and Kirisha will also be released so you two can live happily ever after.”

Aqua eyes the demon cautiously, “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“It sounds too easy.”

“One year for the rest of your lives? What could go wrong?~”

Aqua nods, “Alright, you have a deal,” she responds as she shakes the demon’s hands.

“Perfect,” Mefiialtez grins as he holds her hand. Aqua feels a rush go through her body, her female sex twitches as a black thick rubbery cock begins to grow out of it. Aqua’s mind feels a haze wash over it. Her eyes lock onto Mefiialtez who watches with delight, his sexy, sleek demonic body, she has never seen ever so sexy in his life. He falls to all fours, the new cock growing harder, longer, dripping. His thick horns grow out of the back of his head as wings sprout out.

Aqua feels the mist over her memories grow thicker and thicker. There were feelings sensations. Love… yes love. He feels control over Cyn-02 grow, as he sees this deliciously handsome Spyr-drone, Cyn-01 approach him. His mate, his lover. He turns to lift his tail to him; the drone slips into his rear, sending burning chills of delight through him.

More of Aqua fades as Cyn-02 takes root. The water dragon’s essence shifted, corrupted, the blue dragoness turned into a perfect Spry-drone. Glowing blue eyes, past wiped clean, only leaving the homosexual desires to bey with his fellow drone, under the guidance of the most wonderful Master, Lord Mefiialtez.

He feels Cyn-01 penetrate his rump, his real life from beginning to slowly change, while the drone inside is already complete. Mefiialtez rubs the drone’s head, “Tell me Cyn-02. Do you ever want to leave my service?”

The Spyr-drone shakes his head, “No Master, Lord Mefiialtez, why would your humble drone ever think of that?” he asks nuzzling into his petting hands.

“That is what I thought. You couldn’t last a few seconds as my perfectly brainwashed slave before never wanting to go back. Perhaps you should have read the fine print Aqua… oh I mean Spyr-01. That is what you are now, isn’t it? Fitting mate for Cyn-01, don’t you think?”

Spyr-01 shivers and feels his cock twitch in delight, “Yes Master!”

“Don’t worry about the old Spyr-01. He’ll get just assigned a new number~~”

“Thank you Master, Lord Mefiialtez,” Spyr-01 replies.

Cyn-01 mates Cyn-02 and within a few thrusts, watching him grow more and more like his current Spyr-drone form, he feels a shift in the back of his mind. A change, he wasn’t sure what it was. He didn’t care. He was happy to serve Master, Lord Mefiialtez and be with his loving gay mate, Spyr-01.

Mefiialtez chuckles, “Of course, I prefer the Spyr-drones just a bit more myself. Could use more of them around here,” he chuckles before turning his attention back to Spyr-569, “As for you drone.”

Spry-569 eyes glow in eagerness, his cock throbs unbearably hard while standing at attention, “You owe me eons of service. Turn around and lift that ass. You have a lot of catching up to do.”

Spry-569 with excitement in his voice responds, “With pleasure Master!” the drone turns around and presents himself. Mefiialtez smiles as he takes Spyr-569 even rougher than he took Cyn-01. He pins the drone to the floor as he watches Cyn-01 corrupt Cyn-02 into a Spyr-drone unit. A wonderful show for him to watch, one he is sure to repeat over and over again in the coming days as he gets some good quality time with the former “Great Lord Master Thymus.”