A mission for drone tech ends in denial and hypnosis~
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In the distant future, aliens from another dimension arrive on Earth after a government experiment went wrong, tearing a rift in space and allowing the invaders to be let in. The aliens arrived in giant glossy black ships and attacked major cities with precision strikes, easily wiping out any resistance. However, they didn’t use orbital cannons or hi-tech nukes to subdue Earth. Instead, giant sentient blobs of dark goo hit the Earth and captured any living being that touched them. It was as if Earth were so weak that the aliens didn’t give full effort in eradicating its military, but instead wrapped every living being with shiny latex.
With each strike, hundreds and thousands of people were captured by the goo and brought to its impact craters, where nests of captured people were created. The nests had captured prey lining the walls while a central beacon marked the nest’s position for harvest. And so, in only 7 hours, Earth fell to these gooey invaders, turned into drones that served to tirelessly build alien bases around the world as well as fight any remaining resistance. 20 years after the invasion, Earth was turned into a dystopia. Police officers were replaced by shiny drone guards that coldly enforce order, while governments were puppeted to turn the remaining population into submissive workers.
And if you were ever found to rebel against the aliens, the fate of being trapped in a drone suit awaited you, becoming less of a person compared to those who willingly submitted. The only upside to those who willingly submitted was the fact that the drone suits supplied by the aliens to enslave humanity ran on pleasure. So if you were an obedient worker, you could wear the drone suit, turn your brain off, and sink into bliss while your body autonomously worked 9-5, compared to criminals or rebels who would be forced to work until their bodies shut down. Of course, not everyone is enticed by this arrangement, and a group of resistance fighters still stands strong underneath the controlled cities internationally.
“This must be the abandoned base. With any luck, we could salvage the same drone tech they used on us and turn them into combat suits!”
Somewhere east of the world, a short blue wolf named Wereton arrives at the ruins of a once massive city that was besieged by the last remaining military force months after the initial fall of the world. In the attack, an established alien base was brought to ruin on one decisive night. However, the military did not have the time to study or take the alien equipment they had destroyed and captured, as reinforcements swiftly came and eradicated them. But strangely, once the base fell, the aliens never returned to it, nor the city to reclaim it. The only thing they did was set up drones that shot dronalizing goo at trespassers of its perimeter for two decades.
Wereton was made aware of that fact and had successfully snuck in without getting in trouble with real guards or aliens. The drones were also outdated to not alert any outside forces if they were destroyed, so the wolf, equipped with a silenced sniper rifle and a blue IR blocking cape, shot down those that got in his way. And after making it past the searching path of the drones, the only thing that stood between Wereton and a chance for retaliation against the world’s lewd invaders was a thick, rusting metal wall, which he scales with a hook and a length of rope.
“Hngh… Hiya! Whew! Perfect throw! Now, to get up…”
With an incredible toss, Wereton easily set up his rope and began to climb. And while he did, the wolf cautiously looked around them, surveying the crumbling area in case any drones strayed from their path and spotted him. Once at the top, Wereton also gets a nice view of the base, showing burnt alien ships and armored carriers as well as shattered drone visors littering the area. What was interesting was the fact that there were no corpses to be seen despite there being countless bullet casings and artillery blasts scattered about. There was a suspicious amount of rustling from the overgrown vegetation around them, but the wolf just chalked it up to wildlife. Wereton pondered a bit about the use of violence by the aliens and the invasion’s effect on the ecosystem, but eventually pulled up his rope to use it to climb back down.
“Now, the tricky part. I won’t be able to get the hook off once I–”
Creak…
“Uh oh.”
Snap!
“Ahhh!!!”
It shouldn’t have been a surprise that exploring a deteriorating base that has gone untouched for years would be dangerous, but Wereton didn’t expect the rusty yet sturdy-looking metal railing his hooked rope was attached to to give way. Perhaps it was his sniper and ragged equipment weighing him down, but they weren’t even half as heavy as he was. However, there was no time to think about that as Wereton began to plummet from the tall wall. The wall’s height was easily deadly for anyone, but the wolf lucked out from the overgrowth that surrounded the place.
“Please don’t break any bones!!!”
As Wereton prayed for survival, he didn't have time to notice that the shrubbery under him was way darker than how the sun would usually cast shadows. There would actually be a pit hidden beneath the bushes, seemingly from a cave-in caused by the battle years ago. So when Wereton finally touched the ground, he instead fell deeper, this time being caught by vines as he did so. Thankfully, the wolf lucked out again and survived the fall, but the same couldn’t be said for his gun. Unholstering a knife, Wereton swiftly frees himself from the vines, his paws landing with a solid thump before he uses a flashlight to find out where he had fallen.
“Damn. The barrel got bent. I need to get this thing fixed, or else it’s going to blow up if I shoot it. Anyway, where am I?”
The hole Wereton fell through seemed to have immediately led to the basements of the base. Just a floor above them, the wolf shone their light on a room that resembled an armory, judging from the rifle-shaped objects in shattered cases that had clearly lost power. And on the current floor, Wereton found himself in a warehouse, giant rusted metallic crates littering the place while a distant drip of water cut through the silence. And since there doesn’t seem to be a feasible way to climb up the way they came without injuring themselves, the wolf began to wander around the warehouse to find anything useful.
The warehouse before Wereton seemed to stretch limitlessly while random debris, rebar, and rats kept him on his toes. It was fortunate that the alien invasion didn’t bring any mutations to Earth, but the wolf had seen cyborg animals used by the puppet government before. Wereton’s exploration through the warehouse would prove quite valuable, as even though he still hasn’t found the drone technology he had been searching for, the few metal crates he found rusted open contained resources like valuable metal and circuitry, which will be useful once seized and processed by his allies.
Aside from large amounts of refined resources, the drone technology was still nowhere in sight. Wereton thought of the possibility that it would be inside one of the many crates in the warehouse, but since it was so important and powerful, it was most likely that it would be located somewhere deeper and secure. And so the wolf continued exploring the warehouse until they finally arrived at something new. It was a giant sealed door that had rusted similarly to everywhere before it. However, the door and doorway were oozing goo from every crack it had, now having solidified to a similar consistency as pitch, solid yet continuing to flow when observed.
“Drone goo… This could be it. I just need to make my way in. My C4 is still undamaged. Alright, let’s get in this thing. Input… 7355608… There!”
Using the C4 Wereton brought specifically to breach through any obstacles he would encounter, he gains access to the sealed room after the explosion goes off. Dust billows out as the blast settles, revealing another large room through the sealed door. But this time, the entire place was covered in black goo that seemed to suck the light that came from Wereton’s flashlight. The wolf proceeded carefully, while making sure there weren’t any drones ready to spring to life from some dormant security system.
“Now what do we have here… It looks like a control panel, and the surrounding area is filled with these small boxes… There are drone visors inside of these!”
Once he entered the room, Wereton was finally able to get a good look at the place. There was a setup of many monitors in the middle of the room, while piles of dusty metal boxes were littered about. They could be opened with a simple button on one of the long sides, revealing a perfectly preserved drone visor. There were also similarly dusty but clear glass tanks of dark fluid, presumably drone goo, as there were some that had shattered and spilled out. But what could have caused the goo to spill in a way that it covered the entire room? That would be what Wereton was wondering, so he stepped forward and tried to get the console in the room’s center working.
“I wonder if aliens have backup generators… Tap, tap, tap… Nothing… Hmm… What if I… Bang! Oh! They do!”
Tapping on the dusty screens didn’t seem to work, so Wereton tried kicking the panels at the bottom to get any reaction from the machine. This somehow works, and the panels and goo-covered purple lights came to life. From the monitors before him, Wereton is presented with lots of outdated information, like a security warning from the day of the base’s instructions, messages to transport captured humans, and so on. The language was indecipherable, but Wereton was able to understand the intent of the messages due to the aliens apparently using arrows, faces, and objects on top of their language as if they had their own emojis.
However, that was the only thing that Wereton was able to see, as when he tried to use a trackpad to view other contents, he needed a password. It was even more unfortunate when Wereton found a file labeled with hypnotic symbols, which would likely have had information about the drone tech he was looking for. But the wolf didn’t give up so easily and began scouring the dim room for anything that could contain a password. Random laser-engraved metal plates, broken hologram glass, and even the boxes of drone visors that he found, Wereton was looking for anything that would resemble a password.
“Ugh… Nothing… Goodness, what are we even dealing with here? Four slots, twenty keys… Twenty to the power of four… Never mind. Maybe this was the wrong room. This place is huge, so there are more places to explore.”
It was true that Wereton hadn’t explored the entire abandoned base, but he was still disappointed to have wasted a C4 on a dud. Trying to guess the password is both impossible and dangerous as well as it could have a security feature that Wereton can’t fight. So for now, the wolf took their leave to try and find the drone tech they were looking for somewhere else.
Step… step… step…
ML KZHHDLIW RMHVIGVW
ILLN OLXPWLDM RMRGRZGV
“W-What?! What was that noise?!
But the moment Wereton stepped out of the room, a strange gibberish phrase rang out repeatedly, the noise being so intense that the wolf had to cover their sensitive ears as they collapsed from disorientation. Since Wereton couldn’t read what else was on the monitor, he didn’t realize that there was something regarding the need to input a password to safely exit the room. It seems that the security of the alien tech was far stricter than your average laptop where not putting a password at all was already a failed attempt.
“Ahhhh!!! It’s so loud!!!”
From the intense blaring noise, Wereton also wouldn’t realize that the goo in the tanks he saw began to seep out as the room’s defense mechanism. At first, it began to repair the cracks and damage the room had sustained through the years, but it would then block off the door. And as it did so, the flowing goo caught Wereton just as he was about to crawl out, yanking the wolf back in and throwing them before the console. But it didn’t bring Wereton before the console to input a password, but instead to be hypnotized. The monitors that once showed information through blue-tinted screens shut off, only to be replaced with purple and white swirls that caught the wolf’s attention.
“No, you won’t! I know your tricks!”
However, this wasn’t the first time Wereton encountered these dangerous patterns and quickly turned his head to avoid them. It was the same swirling patterns he observed from a distance that glowed on the visors of droned humans, which he knew to avoid by any means possible. There were even visors that could hypnotize people without sight, relying on direct interfacing with the brain using thin, invasive goo, but they were only seen in more recent models. This meant that if Wereton could just keep his eyes closed, he could perhaps claw away at the new gooey barrier that trapped him in and escape.
But unfortunately for the wolf, despite successfully avoiding the first defense function directed at them, they would be caught off guard by the second. Because, from the surrounding goo that covered the walls and floor, tentacles shot out and caught Wereton again, this time grabbing the wolf by their clothes and ripping them away. His bare fur was quickly exposed to the cool air and the sticky ground, providing a distracting sensation that made him want to pat off the goo sticking to their knees.
“No, no, no, no! G-Get off me!!!”
Just getting stripped wasn’t the end, as the goo then began to adhere to Wereton, starting from his paws and climbing its way up. The way the goo slipped between the wolf’s paws made their toes clench involuntarily as they desperately tried to kick away the viscous liquid clinging to them. The cool sensation was also strangely arousing alongside Wereton feeling like the skin and fur underneath the goo had become more sensitive, starting a ticklish sensation when he planted his paws to brace for the violation. And as it traveled up from his feet and knees, Wereton found himself feeling unwanted arousal, his short knot peaking out of its sheath as the goo continued to climb.
The poor wolf desperately wanted to prevent their shame from being touched by the goo, but they couldn’t lower their hands as it was held tight by tentacles, and squeezing their thighs made the goo spread further until it inevitably made contact. Once it did, a small jolt of pleasure shot through Wereton, pre beading at the tip as he began to erect completely, the shame of which made him raise one eyelid to see how his violation was going. But seeing himself aroused and covered with the slick goo only furthered Wereton’s arousal.
“Is this how they make drones… No… I-I don’t want to lose my mind… But… This is really hot~…”
Now, finding his predicament arousing might be counterintuitive for a freedom fighter, but Wereton has had some wild daydreams when looking out the boarded window of his hideout and observing the drone guards on the streets. Although the physique of captured humans varied, he found it incredibly arousing to see their shiny latex-covered bodies accentuating their forms while their bodies were only covered with boots, gloves, gas masks, and hypno visors, leaving their waist completely nude to show off a nulge.
And in one particularly hectic scenario, where Wereton was almost caught while he hid in a crate, he heard a persistent buzz coming from the drone guard standing before his hiding spot. Where was the buzzing coming from? They weren’t equipped with electric batons and directly subdued lawbreakers with a spare hypno visor. They weren’t bees either, so the only conclusion Wereton came to was perhaps the buzzing came from their nulges. And if that was the case, it was most likely that the drone guards are pacified or broken through mindless edging.
Surprisingly, pornography remained available in the conquered world, and the aliens realized that hypnosis and droning were not new concepts on Earth, leading them to endorse porn artists of the kinks. The real and fantasy converge, and lots of horny adults even willingly served the new alien overlords to be droned and sink into pleasure. However, despite how tempting it was, Wereton didn’t fall for the lewd propaganda. Although being a real drone sounds incredibly thrilling, you would still be mind-controlled to work and serve, and you’ll have no say on when to stop and rest.
“H-Huh? I feel something cold c-condensing around my cock! N-Ngah! My erection is getting crushed! Wait, wait!!!”
But now Wereton was about to taste that enticing fate he had resisted for so long, the goo creeping up his legs and tail having finally reached his crotch and began to encase it. The encasement began with the wolf’s knot getting completely wrapped before a strong pulling force forced it back in the sheath, making Wereton let out a pained whimper as only the black gooey tip remained. Once Wereton’s cock was pulled back, more goo began to gather on his crotch until it eventually morphed into a shiny black orb with a purple lock pattern.
“Ahh… It’s trapped… I can’t erect… and it’s– nghh!!! It’s vibrating~! ❤️”
When Wereton assumed that the drone guards had vibrating nulges, he expected them to be feeling a weak tingling sensation, just enough to keep them hard and awake. However, once he finally experienced what it truly felt like, he then realized how pleasurably torturous it must have been to be a drone guard. From within Wereton’s sheath, his knot was still covered in goo, making every inch of his meat incredibly sensitive. And as the nulge vibrated, the wolf was stimulated from tip to base, absolutely wrecking their body with pleasure that made them flail uncontrollably.
Wereton could feel semen traveling his urethra from the intense pleasure, spurts of cum staining back at his glans due to the restriction of the nulge. However, no matter how much the wolf tried to create a peeing motion, no orgasm came. Trying to stiffen his cock didn’t work either and only created a temporary dent on the nulge before it was sucked back in. And if things couldn’t get worse, two tentacles emerged under Wereton’s armpits and began pinching and pulling his stiffening cherries. The two points of stimulation finally wrung out a desperate cry from Wereton, tugging at the tentacles with all his might, but to no avail.
“Gouh… I can’t… I can’t open my eyes… or else… or else…”
Of course, the monitors displaying hypnotic lights were still before Wereton, so he still had to keep his eyes closed unless he wanted to fall. But the vibration and pinching were making it incredibly hard for his eyes not to roll back in their sockets. The strength and willpower needed to resist the torturous denial felt harder than balancing with an ab curler on a treadmill while a sofa rested on your back. With that outrageously yet undeniably similar difficulty, tears began to prick out of Wereton’s eyes until he could no longer resist the way the nulge kept him permanently at his peak.
A dry orgasm quickly wracked Wereton’s body, making the wolf shudder in their restraints before their concentration on keeping their eyes closed faltered. The moment both eyes met the hypnotic monitor, Wereton was immediately entranced, his blue eyes swiftly overtaken with a purple glow. The wolf immediately sat limp as the mesmerizing waves of light implanted submissive thoughts into their mind. Whispers to submit and embrace servitude bounced around Wereton’s soon-to-be brainless head, lulling him even deeper in his dronification.
And with Wereton completely subdued, the living goo completed its transformation, climbing further up the wolf’s body until they were wrapped head to toe in the sensitive, tight latex. The latex covered everything but Wereton’s eyes, but it didn’t forget his nose and mouth either. Two hollow tendrils buried deep into the poor wolf’s nostrils, bringing unprecedented discomfort that was only overshadowed when a thick cock gag filled their mouth. It was in the same shape as his own wolf knot, but obviously much thicker, growing and plunging so thick and deep before the round knot at its base locked to Wereton’s mouth.
The feeling of suffocation immediately followed, and Wereton felt like he was about to die before the cock gag made space for him to breathe. Wereton thought he could finally catch a break from the violation until he felt his ass cheeks being parted by the goo covering them. A column of goo quickly filled his crack before hollowing out into a thick dilator, thrusting inside the wolf without mercy. The dilator immediately struck Wereton’s prostate, causing even more torturous pleasure to his trapped cock while the dilator got comfortable, adhering to the wolf’s rectum walls as best as it could.
“Mmphh~... (P-Please… No more, no more!)”
And as if that wasn’t enough, another giant wolf cock materialized to fill Wereton’s stretched asshole. A prominent bulge was quickly formed on the wolf’s abdomen from the intrusion, pounding away at the prostate and making Wereton’s denial feel even more torturous. The cock gag inside Wereton’s mouth would be thrusting in time with the dildo in his ass as well, making the droning process even more humiliating as the wolf could do nothing but choke and ooze precum from their nulge.
“Ouh… (Ahh… I can’t lose my mind now… I need give humanity… a fighting chance…)”
Yet no matter how hard Wereton willed his eyes to close, despite the double penetration he was experiencing from his mouth and ass, his body wouldn’t obey him. And with what he could see in his peripheral vision while he was forced to stare at the hypnotic monitors, a puddle of the sentient goo binding him was reaching over to one of the many boxes containing a preserved hypno visor. This was it. This was the end for the blue wolf who had so bravely sought dangerous technology for freedom, only to be turned into the same weapon that was used to oppress this kind.
Seeing that sleek metal visor being cradled by tendrils was a terrible finality that frightened Wereton to his core. But there was nothing left to do. Can’t move, can’t blink, can’t cum. And so as the visor inched closer to his face, Wereton wondered what would have happened if he had brought more people with him. Would they have been successful in escaping the room? Or would they have lost more men from the trap? Anyway, there wasn’t anything left to do but accept the mask. The last thing the real Wereton was able to do was shed a regretful tear before the visor merged with the goo with an eerie schlk~!
“Mmph… (I’ll be turned into a drone now… I wonder if I’ll continue feeling this pleasure like the porn I’ve seen online…)”
…
…
…
“Mmph? (There’s… nothing?)
But as if fate would have it, Wereton’s dronification didn’t seem to begin. The wolf’s vision was permanently tinted with black thanks to the visor’s translucent screen, but it seemed to have cut off the influence of the hypnotic monitors. Because when Wereton tried to blink, his eyelids actually followed his will. And after being suited with the gooey latex, the tentacles that bound him stilled, allowing him to pull his hands and feet free. His bulge was still being tortured by a constant vibration, but it was nothing compared to the relief of having most of his body functions freed.
“Brr… (I still can’t cum… The buzzing is still there… And I’m filled from both sides… But I am alive… I am me…)”
Although the torturous buzzing of the nulge persisted, Wereton was freed from the hypnosis. It seemed that the visor was specially made to block other sources of hypnosis except for the one provided by the visor. But, of course, the visor on Wereton’s face didn’t seem to be working even though the ones he saw in the boxes were basically untouched. Taking this opportunity, Wereton did his best to stand up, cradling his fat buzzing bulge with one hand and cupping his backside with the other, as it was hard to walk with a fat knot inside him.
“Mmhhh… (Want to… cum… I’m gonna lose my mind… if I can’t ease even a little bit of pleasure…)”
Torturous pleasure still remained even though Wereton was freed from the mind control, making it hard to even shift his legs a little without shuddering from the sensitivity. To try and alleviate it, Wereton slowly brought a latex-covered paw to his buzzing bulge to see if he could bring himself to the peak of an orgasm, only for his fingers to shudder away from near overstimulation. But he didn’t give up and steeled himself to grab the bulge entirely, hoping to push through overstimulation and cum, even if it was a little bit of relief. And so, taking another go at it, Wereton palmed the big nulge and squeezed it.
“Mmmpphh~!!! ❤️ (Ouuhhh~! S-So good~...)
Just one firm grasp had Wereton practically seizing from pleasure as he couldn’t help but arch his back into the pleasure that shot through him which came from his crotch. But despite that intense surge of pleasure, Wereton didn’t get the relief he expected, so he gave it another squeeze. This once again sent another surge of agonizing pleasure through him, which made him arch his back so much he felt like he would snap his back. However, he still didn’t give up and continued squeezing the bulge until the purple lock pattern printed on it began to glow until eventually–
Somehow, Wereton was able to force an orgasm despite the nulge’s clear influence over his ability to achieve release. Maybe it was the overload of pleasure caused by the wolf’s intense sensitivity that the suit could no longer contain, or perhaps you could theoretically overpower the suit’s release-denying properties if you had the willpower to persevere through the simulation. No matter which it is, Wereton was finally able to achieve a sort of release. It wasn’t a full orgasm but instead a dry one. The intense pleasure from denial subsided for now, with only a few spurts of pre within the nulge being evidence of successful release.
“(I came a little, but I didn’t feel anything come out… I want to really cum so bad, but what should I do know… I’m still trapped in this torturous suit… Maybe I should disable the hypnotic monitors…)”
It was still hard to move about, thanks to being made incredibly sensitive, but Wereton obviously wasn’t going to give up easily and tried to figure out what to do next. First, the hypnotic monitors had to go. Wereton carefully got up to disable the monitors by flinging the sturdy boxes containing the hypnotic visors at them, leaving all but one, which still displayed that failed attempt to access the file with eye-catching emojis. With the threat of being hypnotized again out of the way, Wereton set his sights on removing the suit from him. It was no doubt incredibly pleasurable and would have made a nice toy in his safe house, but he basically couldn’t take a single steady step from the cock inside his ass and the buzzing nulge constantly edging him.
Wereton first tried to rip the latex off with his paws using his sharp claws, but the latex immediately repaired itself, slapping back from the wolf’s stretchy tug before tightening even further. Pulling at the rubbery muzzle that encased his mouth and contained the cock gag was also met with failure, the phallic object simply thrusting back in and making the wolf choke momentarily. So Wereton tried to remove his visor first, now that the hypnotic screens were destroyed, but instead seemingly activated the inert accessory. Instead of being greeted by the sinister purple that put him under its spell, Wereton was instead met with a gentle blue hue. A strange display immediately popped up in the same alien language the wolf couldn’t understand, but at least it wasn’t whispering demands of obedience in their ear.
“Hmm… (What am I looking at… I still have no idea how to– Oh! It’s like virtual reality! I can move the contents of the visor with my hand!)”
It was still hard to maneuver with the constant stimulation, but Wereton began to understand what gesture did what and how he could use this clean, non-hypnotic visor to his advantage. By wildly flicking a paw, Wereton seemed to have arrived at the drone transformation option as he saw different physiques before him. He still had no idea what each language said, but they were once again loosely labeled with recognizable emojis; one was male, one was female, one had a muscle emoji, and one had some sort of four-legged creature.
“(Hold on. I think I recognize the silhouettes presented here. Obviously, the male and female must be for the standard configuration of male and female humans captured and turned into drones, but the muscular and four-legged ones… If I am understanding this correctly, the muscular label must be related to the big drone brutes, while the four-legged ones are those different four-legged drone animals the police sometimes use. Well, I need to get out of here, so I might have to see what the muscular configuration has to offer…)”
Swallowing what saliva he could with the cock in his mouth, Wereton hesitantly tapped the air to select the muscular configuration. Almost immediately, the wolf’s suit began to vibrate before the goo surrounding them shot at them. It was as if the visor was commanding the nearby goo to support the transformation Wereton had selected as the short wolf began to increase in size. Wereton’s body remained normal underneath, but the latex suit’s height and muscle began to grow. The wolf’s body remained plugged from all entrances, but now they were now wearing a sort of latex mech suit.
Thick thighs and muscular biceps rippled with each passing second as Wereton’s new form began to take shape. The wolf was eventually forced into a spreading position due to the sheer size of the drone brute transformation, but Wereton would instead gain remote control of the suit’s limbs. The final noticeable change was the thick cock standing between the wolf’s legs which Wereton also felt as his own despite his real cock still trapped within a vibrating nulge. The wolf’s height was now at a towering 7 feet, yet their real body was encased somewhere in the muscular center. The visor itself has also moved to the position of the fake drone head, yet Wereton was able to see through it despite the differing eye levels.
“Woah! I’m huge! Ah! Is that my voice with this thing? Sounds robotic like a real drone… But… I am still myself!
The sight of the towering drone suit was jaw-dropping for anyone who hadn’t been unfortunate enough to encounter these normally dangerous units. The brute drone suit had the same configuration of thick boots and gloves with no waist covering, but this time with a cock that wasn’t nulled and an aphrodisiac gas mask with a missing tank. And when Wereton cradled his large rubbery meat stick, it felt like absolute heaven. The way the skin peeled back naturally when stroked made Wereton spurt a bit of fluid out, but it clearly wasn’t from him. Rather, it was an imitation of cum, presumably used by actual drone brutes to fuck criminals into submission and wrap them up in one go.
“Wait… Drone visors… without being controlled… This really was what I was looking for! And if all of these boxes contain drone visors that are safe to use, we could liberate cities and perhaps find more safe visors!”
The sudden realization of his discovery made getting stuffed like a turkey worth it as Wereton gave a celebratory stroke. The allure of masturbating with the thick rubber cock he was now endowed with was strong, but Wereton knew not to get too overzealous when using alien technology. So instead of masturbating and potentially losing himself to pleasure, Wereton prioritized leaving to inform the resistance about his find. And with his new muscular drone suit, Wereton easily punches through the solidified goo that had blocked the entrance prior. With just one punch, the blockage crumbled, allowing the wolf to leave and send the good news back home.
“Gah! A brute drone!”
“Huh?! K-Kitt? What are you doing here?!”
“Y-You know my name?!”
“No, I’m not a drone! It’s me, Wereton! I-It’s me… Wereton… (Wait, what’s happening? T-The visor has Kitt in some sort of targeting frame?!)”
“Huh?! Wereton got captured and turned into a drone?! No!!!”
The moment the dust settled from punching the blockage, Wereton was surprised to hear a startled yet familiar voice coming from a thud in front of him. It was Kitt, a gray tabby cat, fellow resistance fighter, and Wereton’s good friend. Without telling anyone, Kitt had followed Wereton and was actually the source of the rustling the wolf had noticed earlier. He was worried about the wolf due to their dangerous solo mission. So if Kitt had arrived earlier, his help would have been needed, but Wereton was lucky to pull through alone. But now the cat was petrified after seeing the tall brute drone with a bobbing cock before them that called itself their good friend.
“Whoever is the poor soul that is used as the host of that drone suit, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take you down!”
“... (I lost control! I can’t speak! And the visor! I-It’s–)”
“Prepare to die–”
“NON-DRONE, UNIDENTIFIED INDIVIDUAL DETECTED. COMMENCING INTRUDER CONVERSION. (Mmph~! ❤️I didn’t say that! The pleasure… the hypnosis is… they’re coming back again!!!)”
“I-Intruder conversion?!”
Before Kitt could make any dumb decisions with the shotgun in his hands, Wereton’s body once again moved without his command. The drone suit didn’t seem to be entirely risk-free as Wereton started losing control once Kitt was in his sights. The visor began to swirl with hypnotic spirals like the monitor that petrified the wolf, but the color remained blue. But still had the same effect, immediately entrancing Wereton and bringing back the intense pleasure the initial transformation of the drone suit had blocked out. And instead of hearing alluring words to submit, Wereton’s mind was filled with orders to capture Kitt and turn him into a drone.
“Ahh!!! Let go of me!!!”
“UNIDENTIFIED FELINE. DO NOT RESIST. (Oh god… oh god, oh god, oh god… The cocks in my ass and mouth are thrusting again… B-But now I can– BREED~ ❤️)”
The offensive immediately began with Wereton’s huge drone paw snatching Kitt’s gun and bending it in half before pinning the cat and flipping them to their stomach. Still unable to control the drone suit he was trapped in, Wereton saw himself aligning the huge rubber cock he was connected to and prodding it against Kitt’s backside. That would quickly change when the drone suit ripped off Kitt’s clothes, revealing his fluffy ass and frightened tail. The cat’s ass cheeks were swiftly parted to reveal that hesitant pink pucker, which the drone suit gave an experimental lick before plunging its dripping gooey tongue deep inside.
“Ouh~! You perverted drone… Ah, ah, ah, ah~! ❤️”
“DO NOT RESIST. RESISTANCE WILL BE MET WITH A LOWER DRONE DESIGNATION.”
“I’m not giving up! Ah! Take this!”
Kitt wouldn’t give up so easily and kicked the drone suit square in the chin as he struggled. However, being literally made of sentient goo, the cat’s kick did absolutely nothing as the drone was basically immune to physical damage. If Kitt didn’t retaliate, he probably would have been turned into a normal drone. But since he did so, the drone had other ideas. And to punish the cat for resisting, the thick black rubber cock penetrated Kitt in one go, no lube, no easing it in, and definitely no mercy. An immediate dent appeared on the poor cat’s abdomen just like what happened to Wereton when he was initially transformed.
A punishing pace soon followed, accompanied by the lewd slap of balls to ass along with soft whimpers and electronic growls. Kitt’s prostate had no chance against the thick length fucking his brains out and the mechanical and impersonal breeding he was getting. On the other hand, Wereton had completely fallen under the influence of the drone suit. He was cross-eyed and bound within the torso while his nulled cock continued to pulse and ooze pre. His original body wasn’t the focus anymore. It was the hunk of rubber with the giant cock that he found himself being the passenger of and forced to turn his friend into a cock sleeve.
The position of the two eventually switched when the drone paused before lifting the cat up by the thighs. Kitt immediately braced himself to not fall off, wrapping his hands around the drone’s muscular neck before the full nelson fucking followed. The thrusts and wet slaps were even more erratic with this new position as Wereton went to town on the poor cat. Of course, it wasn’t Wereton actually fucking Kitt and instead the autonomous drone suit “defending” the room. It wouldn’t take long for the cat to break thanks to the girthy meat turning them inside out, as a lewd cry followed when the drone orgasmed in sync with Kitt. Arcs of white seed spurted out from Kitt’s cock while the rubber one inside him made sure to coat his rectum and guts in all the right places.
And despite the drone suit reaching orgasm, Wereton continued to be denied release, instead wriggling desperately when the drone came and his mind and body were tortured with the pleasure. The drone suit eventually dropped Kitt after starting the coating process that began from the goo dripping out of his ass and filling it so much that his belly distended like a water balloon. Kitt thought his violation was over and tried to crawl away, only to get grabbed by the waist and forced to face the drone suit as a visor was slapped over his eyes. Kitt tried to push the drone’s muscular hand at first, but he was swiftly overpowered and could only wait in the drone’s grip as the visor on his face activated, and his softening erection was encased in a nulge.
“No… Have to… close my eyes…”
“ACCEPT YOUR NEW ROLE AS DRONE-1223 TYPE: TOY”
Similar to what Wereton had done to resist the hypnotic screens earlier, Kitt quickly closed his eyes before the visor on his face completely activated. He has already been wrapped head to toe in sensitive latex, but he still has control over his eye, allowing him to resist the hypnosis. But there was really nothing else Kitt could do than to stall. His mouth was quickly parted by the goo and filled with a cock gag, while the goo the drone filled him with adhered to his rectum to also become a dilator. Kitt’s transformation is also happening whether he was hypnotized or not, as the screen on his visor opened the same transformation options that Wereton accessed, but was instead remote-controlled by the autonomous drone suit.
It quickly flipped through the options until it reached the four-legged configuration. However, it didn’t pick an animal-like drone transformation but instead a bitch suit one. After the specific variant was selected, Kitt suddenly found his arms and legs forcefully folded to themselves before thick black straps tied them together. It doesn’t even matter anymore if Kitt was hypnotized or not. His body was now that of a toy, and the drone suit was sure to discipline the cat after their initial resistance.
“COMMENCING DISCIPLINARY ACTION ON DRONE-1223”
“Mmmhh… (This is torture… I can’t open my eyes… But it’s just… so… Nghhh~!!! ❤️)”
Kitt’s humiliation via the bitch suit transformation wouldn’t be the end, as he suddenly felt his face become heavier. It would be the creation of a gas mask as tubes forced their way into the cat’s nostrils, like what had happened to Wereton. But this time, there was something new to breathe. In one of the corners of the room that Wereton didn’t notice, as it was covered with a mixture of goo and debris, was a stash of aphrodisiac gas tanks that were similarly protected by metal boxes like the visors he found earlier. The drone suit had grabbed one big tank for itself, which it had already attached to its back, and a small tank for Kitt, which it began to connect and strap to the cat’s back.
With Wereton breathing in the aphrodisiac gas, his squirming died down to just an involuntary twitch of constant edging, which in turn increased his already mind-numbing sensitivity. And once Kitt began forcefully breathing the aphrodisiac gas, his eyes widened before his cock shot up, trying to escape the nulge it was trapped in before the goo thickened and kept it still. His sensitivity was also heightened, the intensity of which was about to be tested when the drone suit mounted the cat from behind. The size difference now that Kitt’s limbs were bound was staggering, but it was nothing compared to the ferocity of the drone suit now that it was connected to an aphrodisiac gas tank.
The drone suit’s humps had it jackhammering into Kitt, who could only cry from overstimulation while still trying to keep his eyes closed. Once again, hypnotized or not, it didn’t matter. In fact, it was probably more entertaining for the drone to hear Kitt whimpering on the verge of tears instead of sluttily begging for more like most other willing drone hosts. The breaking of that individual's will was the primary directive of the drone suit if it encountered a rebellious threat. And as goo spurted from all the wet slaps followed by dry orgasms that came and went, Wereton and Kitt were locked in a loop of endless breeding. Kitt eventually gave up and allowed himself to be taken by the hypnotic visor, but the ass fucking never ended.
“DRONE-1223 HAS BEEN SUBDUED. HOWEVER, DRONE-1978 REMAINS IN HEAT. DISCIPLINARY SESSION EXTENDED.”
Despite already being so thoroughly broken into that Kitt’s ass could only pucker weakly when the drone suit pulled out, his punishment was only about to get worse. He’d then be grabbed by the waist before being pressed against the drone suit’s muscular body and tied to it using gooey straps that materialized around them. After he was tied to this belly-riding position, Kitt’s ass was dropped on the drone’s cock with no finesse, causing his bulge to jump momentarily from the sudden torturous stretch. The rough pace of the drone suit returned, but this time with Kitt getting fucked hands free. And with the drone’s free hands, it squeezed Kitt’s nulge with every bounce with its left hand and played with the cat’s mouth with the right.
It was no longer about “discipline” but enjoyment as the drone purposefully pulled out the cock gag in Kitt’s mouth and replaced it with two digits to make the cat suck and drool unconsciously. The two fingers felt Kitt’s mouth all over. His teeth, his tongue, and even his throat, which almost caused him to vomit. But before he actually did so, the drone suit shoved the cock gag back in before tasting the cat’s saliva. It was the pinnacle of degradation, only overshadowed by cock or paw worship. Of course, that wouldn’t be possible right now, but Kitt’s ass was surely giving the drone’s rubbery length a nice treatment.
Hours went by, yet the wet slaps and squeaks of rubber crashing and grinding against each other never ceased. A large patch of splattered goo had already formed beneath Kitt and Wereton from their continuous copulation, acting as a shiny rug for the two as the cat’s disciplinary action continued unrestrained. And remember, no release could ever come to the two, only a continuous leak of precum that, after hours, caused their bulges to inflate lewdly. And to grasp how intense the breeding was, not even the noisy chirp of cicadas and crickets could beat the noise of the two going at it until morning.
“12-HOUR DISCIPLINARY SESSION CONCLUDED. PROCEEDING WITH STANDARD PROTECTION ROUTINE. NO DESIGNATED PATROL ROUTE FOR DRONE-1978 AND 1223. PROCEEDING WITH WANDERING PATROL SUBROUTINE.”
If Kitt could still think after being fucked raw all night, he probably would have complained about the soreness of his bound and used body. But he and Wereton were forever under the influence of the blue visors. It was clearly different from the purple hypnosis that almost controlled Wereton, but there really wasn’t a difference for the two. They still both lost themselves; whatever is left of their mind is probably wishing to be saved. And just as the drone brute suit picked up their new partner to guard the area, several purple lights shone over them.
The purple lights would none other be from the outdated drones that were forced to guard the perimeter of the abandoned base of all eternity, finally having pathfinded to the lower floors. These drones resembled a giant floating eyeball with metallic tentacles that acted as antennas and tools of restraint. And the moment these drones spotted the droned wolf and cat, their eyes changed to the all too familiar swirling purple color to subdue the two. However, the purple hypnosis had no effect at all. It was the same thing that happened to Wereton initially, protecting the two from the greater evil in this case.
“ATTEMPTS AT HYPNOTIC ATTACK RECOGNIZED. COMMENCING RETALIATION.”
In response to the attempt of hypnosis on Wereton, the drone suit slung Kitt on its back before rushing forward with a powerful fist, launching an eyeball drone before grabbing two and smashing them together. Seeing their hypnosis was ineffective, the remaining drones used their metallic tentacles to restrain the drone suit, but were instead flung around like a weight on the end of a chain. Seeing their numbers falter in such a short amount of time, the remaining drones tried to fly away to whatever alien base they could remember to inform Earth’s invaders about the strange threat, but were all caught by the drone suit and similarly crumbled into scrap.
“RETALIATION SUCCESSFUL. RETURNING TO WANDERING PATROL SUBROUTINE.”
If the two still had minds to think, they would be in shock and awe at the swift fight. It was clear that these blue visors had no allegiance to their alien creators. Perhaps it was a prototype that was yet to be configured? Or maybe a betrayal was planned but never succeeded or proceeded? It could also explain why the base was never reclaimed. Were the blue-tinted visors a threat? It would be a bit hard to get to the bottom of that answer right now, but it was entirely possible to have the visors be on humanity’s side. Maybe a bit more experimentation is needed, but it would be quite difficult to get some volunteers. However, fortunately, it seemed that there would be some available as the drone suit would hear several footsteps arriving.
“Woah! What happened here?!”
“What is that thing?! Is that a brute drone?! All the way down here? What does it have on its back?”
“G-Get ready, everyone! This might be what caused Wereton and Kitt to disappear!”
“MULTIPLE UNIDENTIFIED INDIVIDUALS DETECTED. COMMENCING GROUP CAPTURE AND DRONING. PREPARING GOO AND VISORS FOR MULTIPLE CONVERSIONS”
