Assimilated Part 2
#1 of Assimilated
After reading Assimilated, a user on So Furry named Protoborg suggested that we do a colab.
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We decided to do two side to the same story. This is my part told from the perspective of the robotic felines. Hopefully protoborgs part will come soon.
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After our successful conquest of earth, my Master, myself, and our ranks were united with the rest of our kind. The robotic lions who greeted us were the commanders of the fleets that assimilated space faring races. Robotic tigers, like my Master, were tasked with infiltrating races that lacked space flight capability, or were exceedingly limited in that regard. The other felines, like myself served as foot soldiers, staff officers, and executive officers for the lions and tigers.
Still assigned to my master as his second in command, we were tasked with assisting a tiger on a planet populated by canines. The tiger tasked with assimilating that planet had run into serious problems when he captured his first subjects. While they showed promise at first, their bodies did not entirely accept the nanites injected both hypodermically and carnally. To make matters worse, several of these partially assimilated individuals escaped and warned the local governments. This forced the tiger to relocate to less developed regions. In any case, perhaps our stronger nanites will grant our kind a beach head on this recalcitrant world.
With in the impenetrable cloak of an electromagnetic jammer that our shuttle was equipped with, we were easily able to slip under satellites and radar of the canines. Taking great care to cover our tracks, we met with the leader of this planets assimilation efforts. In the time since he delivered his last report via subspace radio, he had captured several new subjects to test our nanites on. Contained within tentacles not unlike those that had held me when I was still a weak organic being, the three huskies dozed contentedly. For unassimilated beings, they were well adapted to the harsh cold of the surrounding area. They were fed and kept unconscious by IV feeds which we used to wake them for attempted assimilation.
As we entered the room, the three canines picked up on our presence immediately. They started snapping at us and barking furiously. This made sense given the initial observations of this species. Apparently, most of their religious beliefs had our kind as a devil or trickster figure. As a result, even though they had no knowledge of our intentions, they still reacted with anger I had not seen while assimilating earth.
Ignoring the empty threats of our captives, we selected one of them and moved him into a position on all four limbs. Before taking him, we carefully forced his mouth open with a ring gag that prevented him from biting any of us. WIth myself at the mouth, and my Master at the tail hole, we started our conquest of the canine race. Giving our captive no time to recover from being gagged, We both hilted the canine. I will never forget the look of sheer revulsion that filled the huskies face as he was taken.
For the next few minutes, my Master and I thrusted in and out of our captive with a lustful desire to reach the euphoric climax. With one final effort, the two of us sheathed our members deep in the captives orifices and climaxed. The husky gagged slightly as I filled his mouth with nanites. In addition, his face was red with shame as his anus was filled by a being he most likely saw as some kind of devil. He gagged and tryed to cough the mixture out, but my hilted cock prevented that. As we pulled out, I noticed connection points sprouting all over his body. We moved him to a seprate room for his armoring while we attended to the others. In short order, the remaining two were forced into a four legged couch, fucked, and moved to an isolation room.
Once our subjects had been clad in the impenetrable metal armor, we conducted a scan of their brains to determine how best to program our captives. Two of them would be useful only as foot soldiers since their new form brought considerable revulsion in their minds. The final one, however, was reacting in an interesting way. Instead of hating his new form, this husky secretly loved his new form, in much the same manner as I had loved mine. While the former two would need to have their free will supplanted entirely, the latter would simply have to be taught obedience in the same manner I had.
While focused on the obediance training which our most promising prospect recieved, a muffled boom shook the facility. As the three of us hurried to find out what had made to sound, the shape of a cheetah bounded past us. To our shared horror, we realized that one of the other two had escaped. We tried to stop it by shutting blast doors, but the prospect made it to the exit.
While it was not apparent how the former canine managed to get free despite the fact that his voluntary locomotion had been disabled. His escape left our plans in jeopardy. With the remoteness of our facility, we would have enough time to complete the assimilation of the other two, but after that we would have to vacate and destroy the second base of operations in this campaign.
After half an hour, the remaining two prospects had been fully assimilated. The most promising of the two had taken a mere seven minutes, while the more obstinate had taken 25. With the five of us gathered at the shuttle that my Master and I had arrived on this planet in. I asked the more obediant of our two newest soldiers to press the button that would destroy all evidence of our presence here. He happily complied, and turned the complex into a giant sink hole.
With no tracks to be followed, we left the site under cloak and travled to a remote island with a population of about 300. Our hope was to slowly but surely grow our army until we could take the island by force. While some of the individuals take offered considerable resistance, none escaped like the one at our last locale. Within two months we had an army of 100 unquestioning foot soldiers at our beckoned call. After disabling all communications and transportation with the outside world, we struck quickly.
In the middle of the night, we attacked the remaining locals with our stun rifles. After getting over the initial shock of our attack, they tried to organize resistance. However, their primitive kinetic energy weapons didn't even scratch our tough armor. Once all of the islanders had been subdued, our soldiers set about the assimilation process. The locals huddled in our well built cages, waiting fearfully for the moment when their ascension to our perfection would come.
One by one, the struggling islanders were dragged into our base and restrained with metallic tentacles like those I had spent my last living moments in. After being railed by our soldiers, the exhausted captive was carried to a small room where they would be covered in armor and programmed. Since there were many to be added to our ranks, my Master and I were happy to join the carnal process. The entire process had taken over two month, but in the end the island was ours.
This process was repeated on several remote and sparsely populated islands. With our blockade of communications and transportation on each of our conquests, the outside world discovered nothing but a series ghost towns. The canines proposed a wide variety of explanations to the sudden disappearance of their fellow citizens. However, no hypothesis gave our future prospects any way of stopping our conquest, let alone understanding the perfect beings who would assimilate them.
With all of the remote islands assimilated, we set our sights on the continents of this planet. The first to fall to us, was the smallest continent that like Australia, was occupied by a single nation. Since our normal methods of subterfuge to disable communication and transport would be insufficient, we would have to resort to more elaborate method. Several of our most loyal soldiers who specialized in covert ops were sent to steal a low yield nuclear weapon. WIth their elaborate canine disguises, the three of them aroused no suspicion.
Using a large sounding rocket from a research facility on an island we had assimilated, the nuke was launched on a suborbital trajectory to an altitude of about 150 km above the country to be conquered. Since our communications experts had filed a false launch report, the payload attracted no attention from the early warning systems of the canines. Once at apogee, the nuke was detonated in a harmless fashion. The explosion sent a powerful electromagnetic pulse over the continent, frying all electrical devices with in several hundred kilometers of the shore line. Since our troops were hardened against such weaponry, the explosion left us at a considerable advantage.
Emerging from the waters, Our front line troops rushed on to the beaches and set about capturing important objectives and subjects for assimilation. Once the sea and air ports were secured, we entered the cities. After the front line soldiers had stunned the shocked civilians and soldiers who we first encountered, the second line troops quickly rounded up the sleeping prospects and took them to our hidden bases of opperation. There they were quickly pumped full of nanites, clad in armor, and programmed. As soon as their loyalty met our satisfaction, they joined their former enemies on the battle field.
As the night wore on, our army pushed deeper and deeper into the country side and assimilated more and more canines. The civilian, law enforcement and military forces attempted to mount a resistance, but with their most sophisticated weapons and nearly all of their communications knocked out, the canines offered no meaning full resistance. By morning, only an isolated military base in the center of the continent. Of the twenty million canines, less than one thousand remained to be assimilated. Our plan was to simply take the installation by force and convert all who remained. However, once again things did not go as planned.
To our surprise and consternation, a fleet of helicopters and planes was sighted taking off from the base. As we would later discover, the vehicles used in this exodus were stored in shielded hangers that protected them from the EMP.
Since we expected an all ground campaign, we did not have enough weapons to take out all of the fleeing vehicles. Our forces targeted what planes we could, with the intent of disabling their engines. Since our goal was to capture live subjects, we opted to let the helos escape. As we thought would happen, all of the planes we disabled managed to land safely. They were quickly surounded by our soldiers and their occupants were hauled off to be assimilated.
With the invasion completed, we took stock of our gains and losses. While we had added countless millions to our ranks in the bloodless campaign. There were a couple hundred losses in addition to those who had escaped on the helos and planes we did not shoot down. While the assimilation process that was used on the canines had improved a great deal since we first arrived, there were still problems. Several hundred prospects retained their free will even after being subjected to intensive programming. While we were able recapture and reprogram about three quarters of these aberrants, a substantial number of them managed to flee the continent.
Several days later, while preparing to invade a larger but less developed continent, news broke of what happened several nights ago. Stories of an EMP resulting from a scheduled rocket launch, assurances that every thing was okay, and all manner of political bs to assuage a panicked population that was hearing more and more rumors of us with each passing day.
Even after we invaded the large but undeveloped continent, using similar tactics as those in our earlier invasion, the public was officially kept in the dark. There were a few conspiracy theorists who thought that we were either a government experiment gone wrong, or a fulfillment of religious eschatology. The refugees from our campaign were hidden away from the public eye and prevented from telling what had happened. Of course, regardless of what actions the canine governments took, our kind would not stop until all on the planet had been assimilated.
The next few weeks were spent in careful preparation for our invasion of the final two continents. Our infiltrators were sent to either appropriate or disable the nuclear weapons of the canines. While this was going on, I did some research into the subcultures of the canine race. To my interest, there was a minority of canines who instead of viewing felines as devils, had a fetish for anthropomorphic felines like our selves. There were many websites dedicate to this marginalized group; sites that helped the members of this subculture deal with the derision of mainstream society.
Seeing an opportunity to add willing members to our ranks, I created a profile on several of these sites and set up a meeting place for those who would be interested in being assimilated. Of course the last part was not overtly stated. I simply offered to let them meet an object of their fantasies. In hardly any time at all, I got plenty of responses to my offer. As a test of this plan, I decide to meet only one of the canines before organizing larger meetings. After perusing my suitors, I settled on a german shepherd who was only slightly shorter than my feline form. I will never forget the first time we met.
I looked into the back ally at the prospect. He was nervously pacing in anticipation of my arrival. Covered in a duster and hood, I entered the alleyway. In a sultry tone, I stated to the shepherd, "Come this way my sweet canine." With some apprehension, the male followed me at about a three foot distance. As we walked towards the hidden base of operations, I regularly checked to make sure the shep was following. Even as he entered the base and was accosted by some of my lackeys, the canine still intended to follow me.
Arriving in the room where his assimilation and armoring would occur, I asked the prospect why he wanted to become one of us. In a voice tinged with nervous anticipation, the canine stated, "For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with felines. While others of my race see them as evil, I see only beauty. For most of my childhood I thought I was alone in the desire. Than I found the websites and the rumors of your kind. It was than that I knew I wanted to be like you. Take me my beautiful Jaguar, and I will do what ever you ask."
While his speech was full of stress, I could tell that he was not lying about his desires. This German Shephard genuinely wanted to become feline. Accepting his offer, I had several of my subordinates bring in a mattress for the canine to rest on during his final moments as a biological being. With our mating ground prepared, I gently lowered my subordinate to be onto the bed and placed his legs on my shoulders.
With his body ready for the taking in the missionary position, I covered my chrome phallus in the lubricant that would make our rutting a smooth and pleasant experience. As I pressed my member against the canines tailhole, he started to pant in lustful excitement; waiting for the moment that I would claim him. Not wanting to keep my obedient shep waiting, I quickly hilted him. At this action, the canine howled with pleasure. Adding to this, I gently played with his nipples to further excite him. As he looked on with pleading eyes, I began to thrust in and out of him in a steadily increasing pace.
With each thrust, the canines cock grew longer and longer; each rub against his prostate causing a slight twitch. His knot quickly grew to its maximum size, expecting to tie with a mate, despite the fact that he was the one being taken. Our rutting continued for several minutes, untill I knew instinctually that I was close to climaxing. With a last deep thrust, I buried my metallic cock in the canines anus and let loose a torrent of nanites into his body. Simultaneously, I squeezed the sheps cock behind the knot. The canine let loose a mighty howl as he joined me in an indescribable climax.
With the sheps ass filled to the brim with nanites, I removed my member and stood over the canines head. Taking aim at his mouth, I said to the male in a sultry tone, "Open wide my loyal subordinate." As he happily complied, I let loose a continuous stream of nanites from my cock. The shepherd happily swallowed all that he could, though some did miss its mark. Of course we were both so drunk with pleasure that we did not care.
Once I was sure that the canine was well fed, I commanded several tentacles to hold him in a vertical spread eagle position for his armoring. The shep yipped with pleasure as each piece was connected to his transforming body. I looked on with pride as the brown and black pattern of a german shepherd was replaced with the black spots and orange backing of a leopard. I gave the soon to be feline one last wave as his head was engulfed.
After spending several minutes converting the male from organic to synthetic, the new felines eyes opened. In a mirror that had been fetched for him, the former shep looked on in excitement at his beautiful new body. Much as I hated to interrupt his revelry, I stated, "We're almost done, all that left is your programming." I sensed some apprehension in the new leopard, which I quickly moved to dispel. "Don't worry, since you came to me willingly, I will not supplant your free will. You will simply be taught the joys of servicing me and the skills you will need in our campaign. In many ways, your programming will be identical to what I endured." With his mind at ease, the leopard happily surrendered to the programming tentacles that connected to him.
Four and a half minutes later, the programming tentacles attached to his head, and the external power tentacle that occupied his tail hole were released. The newly ascended leopard stumbled forth and into my awaiting arms. The gaze we shared was that of two lovers who could not have enough of each others company. While occupied with each others company, our revelry was interrupted by the bemused voice of our master. "Well done my right hand, you handled first assimilation on your own very well."
In a quick fashion, the two of us knelt in a subservient manner before our superior. Continuing his observations, our master stated, "I have given this some thought, and I have decide to place our newest member under your direct command. He will be your right hand as you are mine." After giving master the appropriate thanks, the two of us returned to the tasks at hand. There were many more of our marginalized admirers who came to us willingly. All were brought into our ranks in a personal and one could say loving manner.
Interestingly enough, there were several attempts by the remaining governments to infiltrate our ranks by using this subculture. Of course this was of no inconvenience to us. They went through the same process with the exception of the programming that their minds were fed. Instead of simply being taught to please their masters, their free will was supplanted. Ironically, the most ardent defenders of the canine race were converted into unquestioning foot soldiers for our army.
With our numbers at new highs and all of the canines nuclear weapons either disables or captured, we decided to launch an all out attack against the smaller of two remaining continents. Our plan was very similar to the one we used on the first continent we conquered. Several nuclear tipped missiles were launched into and detonated in the upper atmosphere above the area we planned to invade. Once the communication and transportation infrastructure was knocked out, we would move in and assimilate all in sight. Much to our chagrin, things did not work out as planned.
Of the five missiles we launched, only three managed to reach their target altitude and detonate. As a result the command and control systems on two-fifths of the continent remained on line. While the areas effected by the EMP put up little resistance, when we invaded the areas not effected, the canines were waiting for us. With communications online and their full conventional weaponry online, we were in for a serious fight.
As our forces approached the costal city where these canids would make their final stand, we were met with the near constant sound of artillery fire. While the rain of lead served to slow our advance, it did not stop us from engaging the enemy forces with in the city limits. The kinetic energy weapons of the canine soldiers merely tickled our forces, while our stun rifles quickly quelled their fight. Behind the battle, civilians scrambled for transport out of the city as our soldiers, many of whom had been their fellow countrymen, fought just as hard to assimilate them.
Now deep with in the city center, we noticed a large number of civilian stragglers along with the canid soldiers. Sticking to their training, the soldiers fought with a fanatical determination to buy the civies any time they could. Of course all their fights were cut short and they were quickly integrated into our ranks along with a substantial number of civilians.
Finally completing our march to the sea, we realized with considerable annoyance, that a large number of civilian and military personnel had been able to evacuate by sea and air. While our naval forces were able to capture nearly sixty percent of the ships escaping the city, we did not want to shoot down any planes over open water. After all, we wanted to assimilate the canines, not kill them.
With many of our forces dealing with stragglers, we opted for siege tactics against the final continent. With our ships forming an impenetrable blockade, it was just a matter of waiting for the canines to beg for mercy. In addition, we sent several shuttle craft under cloak to cover the land in nontoxic defoliants. This would hopefully speed up the process. Despite all this, the canids held on for an incredible duration of over eleven months. We would have continued the siege were it not for troubling information uncovered by our spies.
To our horror, the canines had been able to reverse engineer a large portion of our technology. Most of the knowledge on these matters came from individuals that had not been fully assimilated. After they escaped, they were found by the remaining governments and put to work on ways to slow our halt our advance. When they realized that we were unstoppable, they started building a faster than light capable ship with a capacity for tens of thousands of canines. Fearing an interstellar pursuit, we called for assistance from the fleets of our commanders. To our supreme annoyance, the closest fleet was tied up in system H-31-101 and would be available in three months at the earliest. SInce the canine ark would be launch ready with in a week, we had to act fast.
Despite the fact that we were not ready for an all out invasion, a desperate military gamble was made by invading the final continent. To our surprise, we met little or nor resistance as we landed on the shores. The civilian an military personnel we encountered knew there was no point in resisting and quickly surrendered. As we pushed further inland towards the launch facility of the ark ship. there were sporadic encounters with individuals who put up a fight. Of course these encounters were brief and the ones involved were quickly subdued.
It was not until we closed in on the ship that we encountered any meaningful resistance. At a distance of 30 miles from the launch site, a large group of soldiers blocked our path. We would later learn that these soldiers had volunteered to buy precious time for the ark ship to launch. They fought us with an unequaled ferocity, and many opted to kill themselves rather than let us take them. While we had seen such behavior on earlier invasions, it had never been so common as it was with these impassioned volunteers.
Finally we arrived at the launch site. Just as our intelligence had predicted, the ship was in a gigantic under ground silo that the canines had started building shortly after our first escapees left. All that separated us from assimilating the canid race was a razor wire fence and many civilians. Seeing our forces, they made a run on the ship in a futile attempt to avoid us. It was than that a thunderous sound rose up from the ground. To our horror, the ship that we had been trying to capture roared into the sky and quickly reached orbit.
Leaving our subordinates to manage the assimilations of the remaining canines, my Master and I took off in our shuttle craft in hot pursuit of the ark ship. Thankfully we were not alone in this endeavor, a fast attack ship had heard of our situation and had come to assist. However, as we joined with the fast attack ship, the Ark activated its FTL Drive. We were about to pursue, until we realized that the ship had traveled several thousand light years to the middle of the Crab Nebula, the remnants of a star that went supernova. Even if the ship survived, we were not equipped to deal with the radioactivity that a supernova puts out. As much as I wanted to pursue them, the mop up operations back on planet was more important.
When we got back, the assimilation of the remaining individuals was nearly completed. Only the canines who served in a leadership role were left. This was in accordance with my Masters orders, as he and I wanted to deal with them personally. The two of us spent the next few minutes copulating with the three who had not been assimilated. We rode them hard as a kinky punishment for their resistance. An hour later, after they had been armored and programmed, the last of the canines on planet had ascended to our perfect form. However, since they had proved extremely resistant to us, we had to completely eradicate any resemblance of free will. As a result they would spend the rest of their days as doormats to my Master, the initial leader of the invasion, and myself.
When the lions who had tasked my Master and I with the invasion arrived, they chided us for letting the Ark get away, but in the end understood our decision. We were assigned to a large battle ship as boarding parties. Whenever we are tasked with taking a disabled ship, I can't help thinking of the ship I was forced to let go. Despite my Masters advice, I cannot help thinking of the ship that got away. Perhaps one day we will meet again and be able to completely assimilate the canine race.