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Even though the conversion was finished the newly-minted sabredrone remained ensnared in the rubber chair as the one that facilitated his transformation continued to slide up and down his purple, rubber cock. Though the pleasure was intensely distracting it gave Vyrnen a chance to get used to his new form... until he felt a powerful presence that caused him to gasp in pleasure. "Having fun, are we?" a voice said, this one with such authority that it caused the Assimilator to stop dead in his tracks with Vyrnen's maleness halfway inside of him.

"It's you..." the Assimilator said as he and Vyrnen looked around, only to see no one there. "Overlord Serathin..."

"You are correct," the voice replied, the Assimilator's body the one shaking now as he held onto Vyrnen. "Don't stop on my account, I'm just here to look at this curiosity that has been introduced into my network. I would finish soon, though... I am not what they would call a patient creature."

Though the blank sabredrone that had been Vyrnen continued to feel the presence of the creature it seemed to pull away from him, instead pooling into the other creature instead. The Assimilator huffed and groaned as he grabbed Vyrnen by the shoulders and rocked his hips even harder to stimulate both himself and the sabredrone beneath him. As the orange colorations began to fade Vyrnen began to grow concerned, only to feel it drain away from his mind as he was fed an assurance that what was happening was natural. The Assimilator squeezed his eyes shut as he slid down all the way to the root and his twitching muscles began to expand, growing heavier in Vyrnen's lap as his entire frame grew bigger.

"Hnnnnf...." The Assimilator tried to say something as the latex from the chair retreated from Vyrnen's rubberized body, even the tentacle that had been lodged into his tailhole. "Gotta finish... make good impression... for Overlord..." As the sabredron'e body continued to shift and grow his breathing came out in ragged gasps as his eyes glowed with an even brighter green light than before. "The power... so intoxicating..."

With the combination of his own transformation into a sabredrone and the increasingly fast-paced riding of his own member it didn't take long for Vyrnen to orgasm, the Assimilator falling forward as he slammed his tailhole down and came, himself. As Vyrnen wrapped his arms around the other creature to keep him in place he could feel his muscles continue to swell and as he watched the purple mane of synthetic hair that ran down his neck grew even more. Soon he couldn't hold onto him at all as a pair of wings sprouted from his back, the quivering male letting out one last grunt before quickly growing still. There were a few seconds of silence before the creature on top of him withdrew, Vyrnen seeing a cocky grin on the muzzle of a purely draconic sabrewolf.

"Looks like he made it after all," the familiar voice of the Overlord said as he pulled off of Vyrnen, the other sabredrone gasping as the tailhole that had been clenched around his sensitive flesh slid all the way up to the tip before being removed with a small pop. "Something to be commended, perhaps I'll give him a convert of his own... a chance to get the stripe that he missed here." Those glowing green eyes turned to Vyrnen immediately. "Now the real question here is what am I going to do with you."

Even though Vyrnen had never seen the one they called Serathin before he knew that he was standing in front of him. The few orange stripes that the Assimilator bore had been completely replaced and multiplied with green ones that covered everywhere. The blank sabredrone found himself falling to the feet of the one he now looked like, feeling an overwhelming sense of awe and loyalty to this creature. When he looked up again he saw that he was not the only one, either, as every sabredrone in the arena was now turned towards their box with their heads bowed in some measure of respect.

Then as quickly as it started the need to show their subservience ended and everyone went about their business once more. "Overlord Serathin," Vyrnen said now that he managed to find his voice once more. "I am sabredrone Vyrnen, and I'm afraid that there's been some sort of mistake."

"Indeed there has been," Serathin replied as Vyrnen got up from his position and sat down on the same chair as before. "You see, when I heard through the Network that there was a creature that they found here that couldn't be detected by my Assimilators I wondered if the people of this world had created something in order to try and stop me. Now that you are part of the network I know that you aren't even from this world, a rather interesting prospect if I do say so myself."

"You're right," Vyrnen quickly replied, eager to get his story out as his hands went over to investigate his new hybrid features. "I had just gotten into the city when I guess the other sabredrones had already come in. Didn't even realize that they were there until they caught a bunch of people."

"Well this particular nation is being rather stubborn when it comes to their assimilation," Serathin stated with a small sigh. "The leader of the other country is giving me his citizens on a silver platter, in exchange for some mutual benefits, while this one continues to move them away. But enough of the politics of this region, we still need to figure out what to do with you."

"What to do with me?" Vyrnen repeated, feeling nervous again before seeing the sabredrone leader's eyes flash and having it replaced with a blissful euphoria.

"I have to determine what role you would be more suited to fill," Serathin answered as he stood up from the chair and looked out the window. "As is everyone that is under my banner you will be used to your fullest potential in a place where you not only feel comfortable, but in a place where you also thrive. It is certainly not a drone, not with your abilities, but I'm not going to assume until I see you get your first stripe."

Before the sabredrone could ask what that meant he heard the door to the skybox opened and a Controller walked in with an unconverted in tow. Almost immediately Vyrnen recognized two things; that the Controller sabredrone was very good at converting with his arms and legs full of purple stripes, and that the bull he was trailing did not have a collar around his neck which meant he was likely willing. It was strange but Vyrnen felt... sorry for the creature, like he knew he was living a life completely unfulfilled. But they could change that, and then the network would gain another.

"Now that is some enthusiasm you have there!" Serathin exclaimed, clapping his hands and causing all three of the other drones to jump slightly before the Controller left once more. "I knew that you had the soul of an Assimilator, a dominating hunter with the need to spread and create more sabredrones. I admit I was waffling between that and a Corrupter, but you definitely have the need to be more hands on with your work."

It took a few seconds before Vyrnen connected the dots, realizing that the Overlord had gauged his reaction to the introduction of one that was not a sabredrone to his presence. "An Assimilator," Vyrnen mused as his eyes turned once more to the bull, licking his rubber snout in anticipation with his tongue coiling around one of his sabreteeth. "I think I would like that very much."

"I'm sure you will," Serathin replied as he walked back over to where Vyrnen sat, pressing a hand against his head as he stood in front of him. "But before you do that we need to get you into the proper form, a blank has no business attempting to convert others and that is not befitting a creature such as yourself. Now I could just alter you like this, but with such a good sabredrone in front of me it would be such a waste."

Vyrnen didn't need an explanation as his eyes went down to the rubber cock that was already only a few inches from his face. Unlike his own and the other sabredrones that he had seen exposed his was not purple, instead it was a deep midnight black that glinted in the overhead light. The blank sabredrone shuddered with delight as he opened his maw and felt it slide against his sabreteeth and push into his maw as he felt his form start to shift once again. He felt his mane, which had been absent from his transformation, grow out as a pair of canine ears sprouted from his head, pushing him more towards looking like the others he was surrounded by. His hands gripped the sides of the chair as he felt power flowing into him and from the thick cock that was stretching open his lips as his tongue attempted to swirl around it to provide his Overlord pleasure as well.

With the two sabredrones being rubber creatures it didn't take long for Vyrnen to deepthroat the cock, feeling it bulge out his throat lewdly as glowing green lines traced their way through his shiny body. Unlike the others that he had seen they weren't nearly as thick and didn't glow as much, though as Serathin slid his member in and out of him they seemed to pulse with his thrusts. The information on why came bubbling up in his mind; he could control the intensity of the light in order to signal to other Assimilators about various things without having to call out. They really were the sabredrone hunters as Vyrnen imagined himself as one of those lurking out in the darkness while looking for prey...

As his transformation finished he could feel Serathin getting ready to orgasm, pushing his cock deeper inside the Assimilator sabredrone that he had just created. The Overlord had both hands on his horns and thrusted deep for his final times, the latex snout of Vyrnen pressing against the smooth groin of the other male as he felt every inch throb hard inside him. Even if he could move he wouldn't dare, letting his throat muscles massage the climax out of his master as the finishing changes took place in his body. He couldn't tell what they were at the moment; however, as he was locked in the throes of pleasure with the other creature, his mind flooded with pleasure from the sensation of serving the Overlord as well as the act itself.

When it was finally done and Vyrnen had absorbed all the synthetic seed that was given to him he gurgled slightly when the girthy member was pulled out of his muzzle. Once he was freed from both the cock and the hands that had been pinning him down to the chair Vyrnen slowly got up and was able to look down at himself for the first time. While he had felt his muscles shift and his frame expand he was surprised at how he looked now; though he wasn't as muscular as the Controllers he had seen so far his body was definitely as strong as it was lithe. He felt as graceful as a professional dancer and on a whim he vaulted onto the back of the chair and balanced himself upside down while doing the splits mid-air before landing silently on his toes on the other side.

"Mmmm, powerful elegance," Serathin said with a smirk as Vyrnen rubbed his hands down his rubber body, able to fully explore it for the first time as his fingers traced over the green hexagons that were still present there. "Now it's time for you to get your first stripe, but of course it's no fun for a hunter to have prey that's standing still." Serathin turned his attention to the bull that was still standing there despite everything that was happening. "So I'm going to want you to run."

"M-me?" the bull asked.

"I don't see any other soon-to-be sabredrones," Serathin replied as Vyrnen's head snapped up to the bull, his eyes glowing as he got into a crouching position.

"But... I..." the bull stammered slightly as he looked worriedly at the creature eyeing him up. "I came willingly... I wanted this to happen."

"Yes yes, and you'll be rewarded accordingly," Serathin replied as he continued to close the distance between the two until they were next to one another. "But unless you wish to give that up and become a drone, I suggest you can show me that you follow commands." He crossed his arms and bull began to shiver as he looked between the two sabredrones with an unsure look on his face, causing Serathin to lean in. "RUN. NOW."

That was enough of a hint and the bull nearly tripped over himself as he went for the door and ran out of it, Serathin shaking his head as he watched him fumble his way out. Just as Vyrnen was about to leap after him he saw his master hold up a hand and he immediately stopped. "You're going to want to give this one a bit of a head start I think," Serathin said with a dark chuckle, continuing to hold his hand there for about fifteen seconds before he finally closed it into a fist and dropped it. "Happy hunting."

That was all Vyrnen needed as he sprinted forward, gracefully moving through the open door without even moving it before sprinting through the main hallway that connected the skyboxes. With a jump that he would have never been able to make even in his nanite dragon form he clung onto a set of pipes and swung over them before catapulting him to a slanted ledge that he needed to dig his claws into for an anchor. Once he had a vantage point the Assimilator looked around the to see where his prey had run off to. His eyes were able to pick up a lot of organic signatures that were around the convention center, but among those there was only one on the second floor that was running away from him.

Too easy, the predator thought to himself as he jumped from the ledge to another set of utility pipes, then bounced back and forth to stay above his target and to gain speed. He quickly outpaced the bull and decided to toy with him a while, his tail wrapping around one of the pipes as he got in front of his prey. The bull was completely ignorant of what was happening above him, watching the panicked creature continue to look directly behind him to see if he was there. During one of those times Vyrnen decided to drop in on the unsuspecting creature and flipped in the air before falling directly into the running male's path. The bovine nearly ran into him but skidded to a stop before losing his balance, shouting, and falling down in front of the Assimilator sabredrone staring right down at him.

Vyrnen let the bull scamper back to his feet, slowly approaching the male as he attempted to backpedal to go the opposite direction. At this point his prey was all adrenaline, if the Assimilator wanted he would probably continue to run for quite some time before he finally tired himself out. But playtime was over, it was time for him to earn his stripe as he crouched low to the point of being almost on all fours before launching forward. With his powerful pounce he quickly cleared the distance between them and knocked the bull onto the floor on his stomach as they slid a few inches on the tile.

"Caught you," Vyrnen hissed as his eyes flashed with green energy, feeling his tongue instinctively slither out and lick along the cheek of the bull and leaving a trail of liquid rubber saliva. Already he could feel the infectious rubber, aided by his nanites, spreading over the bull's mouth as his tongue stretched until it got to the front of the bull's snout and pushed its way in. The male beneath him let out a muffled moan as his mind succumbed to the will of the network, though the Assimilator saw that his mind had already been corrupted significantly. But there was still enough that this was his conversion and he was going to savor every second of earning his first stripe.

The bull continued to grunt and squirm beneath him as the liquid latex quickly assimilated the insides of the bovine, converting it to that of a sabredrone before spreading out into the muscles. As Vyrnen impaled his rubber cock between the buttcheeks of his prey he was bounced up slightly as they immediately began to expand. It was enough for him to look down and saw that as soon as the rubber began to assimilate both his insides and outsides they were swelling quite a bit. In fact as Vyrnen gripped the bull's shoulders it seemed that his entire frame was growing much bigger as the transforming creature's grunts turned to bellows while rubber goo dribbled out of his mouth.

It wasn't long before Vyrnen's feet could no longer touch the ground as the muscles of the other male continued to swell and grow, making him look almost small in comparison as he had to adjust several times to keep pounding into the male. This wasn't going to be any ordinary sabredrone, the Assimilator gathered as he had to slide his hands down the synthetic sides of the changing creature and wrap his arms around the bulging ten-pack he had grown, he was witnessing the creation of a Guardian. Soon Vyrnen had to withdraw his tongue as he watched the muzzle go from bovine to lupine and his horns shift until they were swept back.

The emerging sabredrone roared and easily got to his feet, which caused Vyrnen to cling on for dear life as he was still inside him. Rubber against rubber was not great for gripping, though, and as the tail turned from a thin, ropy thing into a powerful rubber appendage it finally caused the hunter sabredrone to get pushed off completely. Even though he was only a few inches off the ground he twisted his body around so that he landed on all fours once more, then turned himself around. His jaw went slightly agape when he had to look up to see what the bull had become, the nine-foot tall sabredrone looking down at him with glowing green eyes.

While the bull hadn't been scrawny this creature was stacked with muscle to the point where his pectorals may have had pectorals on them as the Guardian flexed his bulging arm muscles. Though Vyrnen had no way of knowing how heavy he was he saw the tile bend slightly under his new draconic feet, the talons scraping against the metal as he looked down at the one that had created him. The two maintained eye contact for a while before the huge sabredrone knelt down and wrapped his muzzle around the still stiff member. With the bulk of the Guardian he practically had to be laying down in order to do it, but he still continued to bob his head up and down until the one that transformed him was completely satisfied.

Vyrnen ended up lying down so that the other sabredrone didn't have to crane his neck, humping upwards as he used the cavernous mouth of the other male until he came. Even though the transformation had long been complete it felt right to finish off inside the newest addition to the network. As he laid there on the cold floor in the blissful afterglow he noticed something that was on his shoulder, his fingers tracing over the orange stripe that had formed there on his rubber skin. He spent more than a little time admiring that as the Guardian stood up and lumbered off, presumably to his new duties as Vyrnen got to his feet as well.

The second that Vyrnen started to walk around he suddenly got the mental call to go back to the skybox where he had been transformed. As he walked back through the atrium he saw everything in a completely different light, from the sabredrone perspective the convention center was this living, breathing place ready to convert others. Where before he thought it was a bit depressing it was now the opposite, a place of hope for those to enter into the network. He was admired it to the point that it was beautiful... but as he got back towards the skybox that Serathin was in he started to have a tiny little nagging voice in the back of his mind wondering if this was right or not.

When he got back inside the skybox Vyrnen saw that the Overlord was still there, sitting and waiting for him at the small bar that was there. "A Guardian for your first time," Serathin stated as he motioned for Vyrnen to have a seat next to him. "Those can be a bit rough, especially if you happen to be in the wrong position. Seems like you handled yourself quite well."

"Indeed," Serathin replied with a small grin as he passed a drink over to the other sabredrone. "But we have another matter to talk about, one of some concern."

Vyrnen tilted his head as he looked at the Overlord, his Overlord. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I not do something right?"

"Nothing like that," Serathin replied as his smirk grew a little wider. "But I'm afraid that we're going to have to discuss how long exactly you're going to stay in the embrace of the network. I knew from the second that the collar got taken off you after you had been assimilated that your nanites were not going down without a fight, I'm sure you've already started to notice that my grip on you has been slowly loosening."

The Assimilator sabredrone was about to deny it when he realized that the little voice he had heard in his head was originally that of the nanite dragon, the one that he thought had been completely corrupted into the network. As he looked inward on himself he could see his original programming starting to resurface, overriding the sabredrone programming that was trying to keep up. Though it seemed to be going in the opposite direction he suspected that was because of how close he was in proximity to the Overlord himself. But unless he was wearing the collar or at the feet of the sabredrone leader the entire time, the corruption would eventually wear off...

"I suppose that you're right," Vyrnen finally admitted as he looked down at the bar. "Does that make me a defective sabredrone?"

"On the contrary," Serathin said as he moved over and got behind the Assimilator, putting his hands on his shoulders and rubbing them. "I think you're quite special and one that I hope to continue to have in my ranks, I'm quite thankful of your little accidental insurgence into my operations. But unlike most of those that are here you're going to have the choice on whether or not you want to stay, as much as I hate to admit it my control over you is quite limited and it's a shame since those nanites of yours are so good at corrupting others."

It took a second for Vyrnen's mind to fully comprehend what was being said, but when he got it he realized that he could escape the influence of the sabredrone network, and the longer that he pulled away from the Overload the more their hold over him would diminish. That meant that he could leave whenever he wanted and no doubt the second he teleported to another planet he would completely shake free from the influence of the network. It also appeared that Serathin knew that and was saying that he could either stay there of his own accord or just up and leave. As he thought about it he realized that he was remarkably clear-headed and realized that was probably the Overlord's doing so that he could make up his mind.

"Do I have to choose... right now?" Vyrnen asked, the grin on Serathin's muzzle growing even wider.

"I don't see why you can't have a little more time to test things out," Serathin replied, taking his hands off of the Assimilator's shoulders. "Why don't we send you back into the city with a few friends and see how you enjoy yourself." The second that his hands left contact the programming of the sabredrone flooded back into him and pushed the nanite dragon aside once again, the Assimilator reasserting himself as several others walked into the room on the Overlord's command...

A few hours later night had fallen on the city, its streets and buildings save in pockets of those foolish enough to think that they could mount a resistance. On the first floor of the skyscraper three Assimilators took up positions in different corners of the building, sweeping the floor. Vyrnen got to the breakroom of the floor when he noticed that there was movement inside, several members of that resistance movement attempting to make some semblance of a meal. The Assimilator felt almost sorry for them as he looked to one of his pack behind him and flashed a signal from the lines on his back that he had found some.

"I really think that we should have moved to the outskirts," one of them said as the three Assimilators slowly moved into position around the door. "I heard that sabredrone activity is at a minimum because they're too busy sweeping the city."

"Relax," one of the others said, unknowing of the threat that lurked just on the other side of the doorframe. "I already saw them do a sweep of this area, it would be redundant of them to come back here after they-"

The three Assimilators ensured they didn't get a chance to finish the sentence as they pushed in and pounced their unknowing targets. The sound of screams and yells filled the air as Vyrnen collared one of them right away while the more senior member of their team with several red stripes managed to get two at once with one smooth motion and the third pouncing on another member. In the panic and confusion of their sudden entrance they got seven into collars, though as Vyrnen finished putting one on an alligator he saw a cheetah that had been hiding in the corner suddenly book it.

The three looked at one another before they signaled to Vyrnen, the smile that had been on the sabredrone's rubber face growing into a manic grin as he bolted after him. The cheetah was fast and clever, putting things in the way of the pursuing hunter as he darted from room to room. With his powerful body the Assimilator jumped and ran along the walls, even the ceiling for a few seconds before pouncing just behind his prey. Before he had a chance to capture him, though, the male got to a security door and jammed it shut, though as Vyrnen quickly assessed the situation he saw another way out.

As the cheetah slowed his pace slightly to catch his breath one of the windows of the building suddenly shattered outwards as the sabredrone that had been tracking him inside burst through it. Before the feline could do anything he was pinned against the wall, Vyrnen pressed against him as his rubber tongue licked his lips. "I think you got him," Controller said as he came up behind him, several Drones already going into the building to collect the others. "Now you know the rules, groups are collared and sent to the conversion facility, plus I believe you've already gotten your cap for the day."

Vyrnen looked at the squirming feline for a few seconds before reaching back and grabbing a collar to put onto the cheetah. He watched as the fight almost immediately left his eyes, the powerful mental command of the Controller taking him over as he walked willingly over to the others that had filed out. Though the Assimilator wished that it was his drone to take the other sabredrone was right as his fingers brushed against the six orange stripes that now rested on his arms. Plus this was no longer his concern, with the Controller there he would rejoin his pack and resume the hunt once more...