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Darkness was falling on the neon-lit cityscape as a shadow-wreathed figure surveyed the road below; to a casual observer, it could have been easily passed off as a gargoyle or something along those lines, but if anyone bothered to look long enough, they'd see its head move to track random passers-by with near-mechanical precision. As the sun dipped below the artificial horizon of kilometres-tall mega-skyscrapers and plunged the city into an early twilight, the figure vanished into the night.

Darius glanced at the sky above him, up past the many thousands of personal shuttles whizzing above him, to where only the faintest glimmer of blue could still be seen. Life in the city was a huge shock to the system for those who had lived in smaller metropolitan areas or in the countryside for most of their lives. As he dropped his gaze to his watch, reading 3:11pm, street lamps were already starting to flicker on as darkness descended on the city floor.

He grunted absentmindedly to himself as he shoved his tanned hand back into his jacket pocket, fondling the credit chip inside; he had lost his job only hours previously and was desperately wracking his brain for a solution, because if he was honest with himself, the last thing he wanted to do was to return home. He was tempted to spend what little he had left on getting drunk, solely to try to ease the pain of his dismissal, before sighing sadly to himself and setting a course for his apartment, knowing full well that what he did have was likely not even enough to buy a six-pack, let alone to get drunk off it.

The forest of skyscrapers in the inner city were glowing with artificial light by the time Darius arrived at his apartment complex. As he stepped into the lobby, Darius' gaze fell upon the ten freight-sized elevators arrayed around the room and the throngs of people clustering around most of them. He sighed as he trudged towards the furthest elevator to the left, with the words 'SUB-BASEMENT FLOORS -200 TO -250' emblazoned above it in fading, badly-maintained lettering. As he grumpily punched the button, he patted his pockets for his room key, starting across his breast in his worn synth-leather jacket, to the hip pockets of his badly-kept denim jeans. He was seconds away from breaking out into a panicked sweat when he felt the lumpy silhouette of the card in one of his satchel's compartments.

Darius fished it out as the doors of the lift trundled open before him, assaulting his nose with the acrid scent of stale urine and causing him to take a hesitant step back; in the five years that he had been living here, the smell of this elevator had yet to improve and he had never tried to get used to it. He cautiously stepped in and swiped the card against the flat face of the reader, before, after a few seconds of inactivity, the elevator started descending into the bowels of the earth.

He leaned against the back railing as he watched the floor counter tick down rapidly, before it, and the elevator, grinded to a halt at floor -248. As the door slid open to reveal the dim hallway, he clutched his satchel a little tighter as he turned right and made for his apartment. As much as he would have loved to live above ground with at least something of a view, the meagre sum of money he had been earning from his former job had been only enough to afford this place while still being able to feed himself. It wasn't that bad, he thought to himself as he rounded the corner of the hallway, at least it was cheap.

He stopped as he looked up, confused, when he saw a small-ish box sitting outside his door, maybe a foot cubed in size. He tilted his head as he wracked his brains, trying to remember if he had ordered something recently that would match that size, but as he walked up to it, it appeared entirely unmarked and unaddressed. Maybe someone left it at the wrong place?

As he stepped up to his door and crouched down to examine it, he rubbed at the wrinkled cardboard edges, intrigued a to what might be inside. Darius glanced from side to side, seeing if there was anyone else in the hallway, before picking up the box and tapping his key against the reader beside his door. It felt heavier than he expected as he hefted it into his arms, and whatever was inside seemed to slide slightly to adjust to it's new orientation. He slowly opened his door and slipped in as the lights automatically came on above, lighting the dingy, two room apartment. He tossed his keys and satchel onto the bench dividing the kitchen from the tiny living room and slumped on his dilapidated old couch, before pulling open the box and peering inside inquisitively.

As he reached in to grab the item, his fingers brushed across a smooth, hard surface, interspaced by a pair of sudden triangular points. He gripped it firmly and pulled it out to reveal a blood-red helmet with a pair of fox ears adorning the top. He raised an eyebrow in confusion as he stared at the black visor of the helmet, before biting his lip as an errant memory flashed through his mind from back home, of how he'd always wanted an old-style motorbike and had contemplated acquiring the parts to build one in his spare time.

Of course, he had to drop that when he moved to the city, but it had always been something he had fantasised about doing if he had the money. He peered inside the box again and was surprised to see there was something else at the bottom, folded up and almost forgotten. As he pulled it out it started unfolding, to the point that he stood up to continue pulling it out. It was a one-piece racing suit, made of some tough yet soft material, and patterned in reds and blacks.

He stared at it, his thoughts rushing a million miles an hour. On one hand, something like this could very likely sell well, and he definitely needed the money right now… But on the other, what could possibly be the harm in at least trying it on?

He turned it around and spotted the heavy zipper on the front, and before he had realised that he had made his decision, the zip was already down from the high collar to just above its crotch. As his thoughts caught back up to him, he gently placed the suit back on the couch and quickly threw off his jacket and shoes; after all, it's not like it would exactly be comfortable with them on underneath.

Now left in just his shirt, jeans and socks, he picked up the suit again and stepped in carefully. As he wriggled each foot down they eventually settled in the built-in shoes of each leg, which surprisingly, fit him perfectly. He pulled the suit up and wormed his arms into their holes, before adjusting it slightly across his shoulders and pulling up the zipper.

Darius looked down and twisted his body a little, loving the feeling of the suit against his body, before taking a few small steps around the room to really get a feel for it. Satisfied with how it fitted him, he reached down for the helmet and brought it up to his face, inspecting it a little more closely. He peered inside and saw nothing but its foam padding, so he shrugged and slowly slid it on.

The instant it descended past his ears, his hearing became muffled and he could hear his breath rattling in his head. Once it was securely on, he peered at his reflection in the microwave in his kitchen, admiring the look as best he could given the grimy surface of the glass. But it was time to take it off, now. He'd had his fun, but he really needed the money, and who knows how much this could go for!

He reached up to pull it off, but for some reason, it wouldn't budge. He frowned and felt along the bottom for the strap, thinking that maybe he had buckled it on without realising it, but he felt only sheer plastic. Starting to panic now, he immediately went for his neck, intending to dig under his neck to try to pry it off, but it seemed to have fused with the collar of the suit!

After desperately trying to tug off the helmet a few more times, his hands dropped down to the zip to try to work it off him like that. But as his hand brushed against the channel that it sat it, he didn't feel anything but fabric. He gulped and dashed for the kitchen, aiming for the scissors he knew he kept in one of the drawers, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his legs seemed to stop working completely, causing him to tumble to the ground in an untidy pile.

He groaned softly as he tried to haul himself to his feet, before yelping as he felt a sensation of pinpricks across the underside of his jaw and his wrists. He renewed his tugging at the helmet, but that seemed to only intensify the pain now coursing through his veins. It felt like a wave of fire followed by one of numbness radiating from his wrists and neck; he tried to lift his head to look down at his body, but he could barely move his head at this point.

While Darius' body didn't seem to want to listen to his orders, he could feel the suit start to slowly compress around him and pull itself closer to his body, while an infuriating itch started to grow on his arm. From his slumped position, he could easily see where the itch was coming from on the suit, but he couldn't move his other arm to scratch it. As it got worse, it transitioned from an annoyance to a pain, before he saw movement under the surface of the suit.

As he watched, the movement became a slowly growing blob that started to dissipate across his arm, following which the itching sensation spread. The suit seemed to sag, then melted away entirely, revealing a grey-ish metallic slime coating a red metal plate. Darius' breath caught in his throat as he started panicking more now; obviously this was just a nightmare, right? Surely he'd wake up from this any moment now?

But then the itch appeared in multiple other places across his body, all of which started spreading, and what he could only assume was that what happened to his arm was happening all over him now. So distracted was he by what was going on with his body that he didn't notice the readout appearing on his helmet, a percentage bar that was slowly starting to increase.

As the suit melted away over his body, he saw that where once was tanned skin was now replaced by metal plates and electronics. He mentally recoiled at the sight and sensations of his body changing, before noticing the readout for the first time. He gulped nervously and glanced back down along his chest as the itching sensation spread across it. He could feel the changes as they were happening now, he could feel whatever he was injected with building things inside him from his own body. Organic muscles replaced by synthetic ones. Organs converted into modules or just removed entirely. Skin to armour and bones to metal supports.

His heart thudded painfully in his chest as the changes spread across, before with one final, terrified thump, it fell still, never to pump again as it was converted into a battery cell. Darius whined softly as he started to go lightheaded from the lack of oxygen flowing through his brain. As armour started replacing skin across his chest, he was only partially aware of the burgeoning growth of metal-plated breasts.

He fell into a daze as his thoughts slowed, while the changes started spreading up his neck and head. He was barely conscious as the goop spread over his head, starting to convert it to a purely mechanical form. His eyes were replaced with optical sensors before he had time to process it, before the changes pushed deeper inside his head and he fell unconscious.

They seemed to speed up as Darius was no longer fighting the changes, surging into his brain and converting it to a data storage device while apparently taking at least some care to preserve the data that was there before. As the helmet melted away, his head started to change shape from what used to be human to something far more anthropomorphic in design. A muzzle started to push out from the armour plates, while a pair of vulpine ears started pushing their way out of the crown of his head.

His body twitched as the conversion spread across it, smoothing out any imperfections that may have arisen from the upgrade process, before the nanobot infused goop activated the brain of the new vixen.

As Darius slowly came to, his vision was completely blank. He couldn't see or feel anything; it was like he was just floating in a black void. He felt this… Itch, maybe, in the back of his brain as he tried to think about what was happening to him. The more he tried to think about it, the worse the itch got, so he turned his thoughts to what he could see around him. In an instant, his vision cut back in, though it was likely somewhat different to what he remembered. There was a long, red-plated vulpine muzzle sticking out in his field of vision, and his new fox ears twitched and swivelled with every tiny sound that he could hear.

He reached out with a robotic hand to brace himself on the floor as he slowly climbed to his feet. He could feel the beginnings of fear and panic once again start to flow through him, before they were suddenly wiped away as if they were nothing more than whiteboard marker on a window. He could feel something on the very edge of his senses, almost like another presence. He focussed on it and it seemed to expand to fill his mental awareness, until it felt like he was physically touching them.

From what he could tell, they were a robotic vixen

Just like you

They… Their emerald, piercing eyes were examining him

Sister, we must spread our gift to all who would have it

S-sister? Gift?

Of course! If you don't believe me, just look down!

His gaze was involuntarily forced down to his chest, while he felt something ticking at the back of his mind. He examined his chest, his attention fixed on the gentle mounds of her breasts and the supple curves of her sculpted hips.

Wait, her?

Of course, her! That's what you've always been, sister!

As she let that thought roll through her head, she felt a surge of pleasure race through her new body, lighting her circuits on fire. She trembled a little and braced herself against the wall as the voice, her 'sister' returned.

_Doesn't it feel so good to accept what we are, sister?

Shouldn't we spread this joy to everyone we can?_

She didn't have a good answer to that, because she honestly was starting to feel the same way. She absolutely adored her body, and well, she had the ability to share it with others, right?

Of course, sister! You know how to, don't you?

Of course she knew how to! She knew exactly how to bring more drones into the fold. An affirming bolt of pleasure shot through her again, forcing her to her knees as she dropped a paw lower to rub at her new slit and causing her to cry out in pleasure. Maybe… Maybe she should explore herself first…

Sarah frowned as she stirred the pot on her stove as another loud noise came from the next apartment over, before a speck of boiling pasta sauce slopped out of the pot from her inattention and onto her arm. She yelped in surprise and dropped the spoon, before growling and stalking back to the sink to wash off and cool down her arm; ever since her next-door neighbour got home and opened their package, she'd been hearing some exceptionally strange noises. Well, not the worst she's heard, but still pretty funky.

As she wiped her arm dry, she ran through the possible list of things it could be, in her experience. Sex toys, maybe, though she's never heard Darius be this loud like that before. Maybe a robbery? Hmm, doubtful, the sounds of noises that she heard didn't sound anything like one. Maybe he had a lady friend over?

That last thought brought a smirk to her face as she turned back to her stove and turned off the hotplate, before there was a loud knocking at her door. She quickly moved the pot off the cooling hotplate and hurried to the door; since the noise has finally stopped, maybe it was Darius coming to apologise?

When she pulled open the door, the… Thing… Standing outside her door shoved past it and barrelled into her, somehow managing to kick the door closed on their way past as she was forced into the living room. She was pushed back a few steps as the thing skidded to a stop, allowing her to take in their appearance for the first time. They were an anthro fox, but covered from head to toe in red metal plates, and a pair of glowing emerald eyes starting at her lustfully. Her mouth was parted and a metallic looking tongue was lolling out as this robotic vixen stared at her, seeming to eye Sarah off as she stared. She barely had time to gaze in horror before she was pinned to the wall and kissed hard against her will.

She tried desperately to push them off her and partially succeeded, right until she felt her mechanical jaws bite down hard around her neck, puncturing the skin and spurting a few droplets of blood into the vixen's maw. With a loud shout, she managed to kick the robot fox thing hard enough to knock them back into the dividing bench and daze them momentarily. She gasped as she fell to the ground, both hands clutching at her bloody neck as an intense itching sensation made itself known around her wound.

Cursing every deity she knew, she dashed towards the door, intending to flee and call for help, but before she made more than a few steps progress, she felt her limbs grow stiff and weak. She tried to push through it, but she stumbled and tripped, sending herself sprawling to the floor as the vixen approached slowly.

A chilling numbness started spreading across her body, emanating from the bite in her neck. She tried lifting herself off the ground, but it was like her body was now refusing to listen to her. She slowly looked up at the vixen, terror etched across her face as her thoughts raced, desperately trying to figure out what was going to happen to her.

The drone that used to be Darius gazed down at the woman at her feet, a cool line of pleasure worming its way through her as she prepared to assimilate her too. She slowly kneeled down beside the whimpering woman and lightly traced down her chest with a single clawed digit. The fabric of her clothing tore like tissue paper, while the micro-dermal syringe occasionally deposited nanites across her now-bare skin.

The drone watched as the spark of realisation revealed itself in the woman's eyes as she figured out what was going to happen to her, before making way for what could almost be called silent begging. The drone revelled in it as she pushed the woman onto her back, while a momentary flicker of recognition sparked somewhere in her mind. As the woman lay paralysed on the ground, the drone smiled and crawled over to her; she knew this woman, she still remembered the long conversations they'd have. She was looking forward to making her a part of the family.

It was interesting, watching the changes ripple across the body of her friend from the outside this time. She could see the nanites under her skin get to work replicating and building, replacing organs and muscles and bones. As the wave of change started to spread across her chest, while the drone herself was female, it appeared that wasn't the destiny for this one. The rise and fall of her breasts flattened as the nanites converted them into more raw material for elsewhere, leaving her chest a single ruby-red armour plate.

The changes ringing around her neck seemed to stall for a moment, as if waiting for the rest of her body to be converted before finally moving on the head, and it didn't seem like it had long to wait as her arms were engulfed by segmented armour plates. Her fingers started weakly trying to flex as the nanites converted her hands, before falling still as the majority of her internal organs were replaced, depriving her still-fleshy brain of blood and oxygen.

The nanites spread down her body as they converted her buttocks and thighs, but curiously, it seemed like the majority of them were starting to work on something at her groin. Unlike the drone above her, who had been turned female, it appeared that the nanites were using the materials from her breasts to built a cock, gracefully rising from the surface of the metallic plates around it and sloping back towards the face of its owner.

It was jet black and seemed far more flexible than the armour plates covering both drones, standing as a stark contrast to the ruddy red of their bodies. The female drone reached down to lightly caress the male drone's shaft as his eyes slowly blinked active, glowing with a muted emerald radiance. She could feel her new brother in a way that others could only dream of. She could sense his confusion, and, under her ministrations, a growing lust.

She didn't need words to convey her affection for him, and before long, his confusion gave way to affection and desire as he acclimatised to his new body. He knew exactly what he was designed for and he was eager to begin his work, but before he could get up, his female companion held him down, a sly smirk on her muzzle.

As her thoughts bled across their burgeoning link, he realised what she was planning. After all, it would be a smart idea to make sure that all of his systems were working at peak efficiency first. The world could wait, it wasn't going anywhere, and neither were they.

It was going to be a long few hours to finish proper calibrations, after all.