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A Fox's Descent

Part 6

For Harute11

By Draconicon

They were all aware of the feeling of being rebooted rather than waking up, and none of them liked the feeling as they started waking up, feeling the world around them popping in one sense at a time. Smell first, the smell of sex and the friction-smell of rubber that had been rubbed that much more than usual. Very much the smell of a condom, or the smell of a rubber being that had been fucked rather hard by someone that didn't want to hold back. It burned their nose, and something else was slick and cool inside their ear, half-fried.

That meant that touch had come back by that point, and as they realized that two senses were online, the third kicked in. Hearing. The group heard the sound of something glorping and sloshing about in their ear, and in their head, and they weren't sure whether to be sickened or...or something else, something that was wrong, inappropriate, not what they should have been feeling.

Taste came next, and something had been dribbling in their mouth for a while. Something salty, something sweet, something bigger. Three different things, three very strong things that hadn't been there before. They groaned, and would have spat it out if touch hadn't caught up a bit further and told them that there was something more than just the slime in their body to worry about.

And then, sight caught up, and as they opened their eyes, they saw...darkness.

Darkness, that was, that was more like the darkness of a blindfold or something else shoved against the face rather than unending darkness. Touch continued to catch up, informing them of latex or rubber restraints pressing down on their arms all the way from shoulders to fingers, from their legs from upper thigh to toes. Their tail was restrained...everything else, they realized, and that meant that they were captive.

Captive, and...and stimulated. Little touches, little slimy things were rubbing over their body like questing fingers, teasing, stroking, rubbing. They ran from the back of their legs up to their ass, and then down all the way to their toes. Their legs were spread just enough for the tentacle things to touch their pussy and their asshole, for their balls to be teased down, and for their cock -

"MMMPH!"

Which one of them spoke? It was hard to tell. The pressure on them made it so that they were all feeling almost fused together, physically and mentally. They had never been so intimate with one another, never had this feeling of overflow where Ptolemy's frantic thoughts and Aries's heated needs and Gemini's desperate feelings and Blake's attempts at organization were shared this strongly. The barriers between them were breaking down, almost like something was trying to force them all together.

It ached.

It burned.

It surged between their legs as some sort of milker worked up and down their cock, distracting them from the mental ache with a physical pleasure. One pull, one suck. One push, one suck. Up, down, up, down, the steady and inexorable rush of the machine sucking at them and forcing them to keep oozing, edging, teasing. They were helpless against that, against the little tendrils working up and down along their body, against the little flicks against their nipples and the teasing strokes of the tendrils in and out of their ears.

_Pleasure.

Obey.

Submit.

Drone._

The words were coming hard and fast, sparked like electrical signals between the tendrils and their brain. They could not help but see and hear and feel the words when they came through, gasping and twisting in their tight, rubber bondage. Whatever this was, it was meant to change them.

Drone us, one of them thought. Ptolemy? Or Aries? It was hard to tell. They were too close to one, too close to losing what they were. They had to get out. They had to...had to...

They were sliding down again, and they knew that the restraints were trying to bring them down. Some of the tendrils were already sneaking between their legs again, rubbing against their pussy, some sliding inside. They swelled, almost like the moisture down there was feeding the tendrils, making them hungrier, bigger, thicker, ready to rut and fill them and change them into -

More pleasure, this time for their ass, then from their nipples, then their ears, and their cock. Every bit of pleasure was more than they could take, overwhelming them through sheer stimulation. Thought stopped, and the ooze running through the gag in their mouth and down their throat pushed them back. They slid into the darkness, moaning mindlessly.

No more than a crack of light, but it was more than what they had. They surged for it, not sure what they were doing, but feeling the chance, they could not help but take it. They pushed forward, their rubber body condensing in the wrists and ankles, at the waist and chest. They bent and flexed in unnatural poses, and it slid them free of restraints too rigid for a rubber fox.

Hands that were half-crushed by being forced through the crack managed to grip the outside, and once they had leverage, they could push. Push, push, push, until their prison was opened. They fell out, not sure if they were liquid, solid, or some blend of the two, but they were free. They could breathe, move, but they were still -

Out, out, out!

They grabbed the tube running down their throat, yanking it free and spitting up. They weren't sure if it was spit or sick, but colored goo came out of their mouth, drooled out on the floor. The more that they pushed out, the more that the world came into focus, and the more that they could think.

Body...on...fire...

Blake. His name was Blake. He was the front, and he was the one that kept them moving forward. He was the one that had brought them here, and he was the one that had been distracted and let it get this far.

Can handle...shunt to me...can take it...

Ptolemy. The cool-headed. The emotionless android. Or at least, the one that wanted to be that. Blake nodded, sharing some of it out, and the sheer overwhelming feeling of being conscious in an oversensitized body began to diminish.

Gimme some...I love it...I can help...

Aries. The flirt. The happy. The innocent. He nodded, and the eager one of the bunch started to smile in the back of his head, becoming distinct once more. He was able to stand, bringing himself upright, even if he had to lean against the prison pod that he had just vacated.

I'll take...a little...I can...I can help...

Gemini, the feeler, the gentle. He nodded, allowing that share to be pushed out. The emotional, quiet one was quick to take it, but made no sound. Still, he could feel that it was received, and it was contained. That was something else Gemini did well; they were a vault, able to hold things away from the rest of them that might be bad.

And then there was Toy, greedy Toy, wanting all of it for itself. Blake would have handed it over, but there was something wrong, something too powerful in that. The greed Toy had for the stimulation went beyond all the things that the old tulpa had held before. Toy was stronger than it had ever been, and he didn't feel safe giving Toy more than it already had.

So, he kept what was left, allowing himself to just deal with it as he opened his eyes fully. It was time to see what had happened.

They were not in a standard room. They were in a chamber that was metal-plated, with a hydraulic door on the far side. Behind them stood the prison pod, cracked open enough to show that there were tentacles of various lengths inside, coated with smooth rubber walls that would have been enough to condense and restrain them. The only clue as to why they had been released was a timer on the pod itself, one that was blinking at a 0:00 mark. That meant that they'd been released and whoever had been responsible for collecting them - or restarting the timer - wasn't there.

Whatever happened, we have to get out. Now. Before this gets worse.

Ptolemy was right. Whatever they were getting paid wasn't worth this. They had already been taken advantage of once, and the hypnosis that they had gone through, and the brainwashing that Ptolemy had obviously suffered, meant that there was no defense against whatever the casino was using against them. Their multiple personality defense was not going to work here, not in any way that would allow them to maintain their individuality.

Before he could take a step, though, Blake felt something else. He felt Toy, and this time, it was a struggle.

Mmmmph.

Toy groaned, and it was the first time that the tulpa had made any sound that even resembled speech. It had always been something of a communicator via stimulation, feeling, either physical or emotional. There'd never been a grunt or a moan from it, but this time, there was, and as it groaned, the fox's muscles tensed. They tightened to the point of being almost statuesque, like they were being cramped up to stop movement.

Blake was left utterly speechless, and so were the others. Toy had never, ever been able to take this level of control without the rest of them being subdued or out of it. It had never, ever taken this level of control from them while they were still actively working.

Something had gone wrong. Very, very wrong, if Toy wanted to take over and stay.

"No...not...now," Blake managed to grunt through jaws that were trying to stay closed. He lifted one leg, struggling against his own muscles. "We aren't...safe...here..."

"Mmmmmm...nnnnnnnnngh," Toy grunted out as soon as he finished talking.

"Not...here!"

With the efforts of all the others - Ptolemy and Gemini, surprisingly, as Aries was busier enjoying the stimulation that they were still sharing out among them - they were able to take control of the body again. Yet, it was a terrifying moment. Toy had been ready to take over and stay, willing to throw them all down just for the sake of the pleasure and the droning that they were going through? That was...

It almost felt like a betrayal, but Gemini sparked a theory, throwing it forward. The manipulation that Ptolemy had gone through, the hypnosis that he and Aries had been subjected to, might not be the limitations of what had been done. What if Toy had been enhanced? What if Toy's remnants were being put back together, repaired, made stronger, and then given a reason to stay out? After all, they didn't know what had been done to them in the pod. It might not be Toy's idea to actually do this.

But whether it was Toy's idea or not, the danger was still there. If they didn't keep it contained, they were going to be overwhelmed by the tulpa, and that meant that they'd end up back in the pod. None of them wanted that. None of them would be able to take that.

"We have to...get out..."

Ptolemy agreed with him, and so did Gemini. It was good enough for consensus, with one of them compromised and the other too busy playing with himself to really pay attention. Wishing that they had clothes, the three of them walked to the door, hoping to find it unlocked.

Thankfully, it was. The whole room must have been predicated on the idea that it would be fine to leave it unsecured with someone in the pod. Now that he was out, that they were out, there was nothing to keep them restrained. All for the best, all things considered.

They walked down the hallway, trying not to feel too embarrassed about being exposed. Rubber flesh that most people never got to see was shining under the lights overhead, and Blake, Ptolemy, and Gemini were each fighting their own battles against the lust that was still burning deep down inside. It was like an infection that had settled inside of them, warping their minds, making them feel good about having their body exposed, good about showing off everything that they had to offer, good about being a naked little -

Toy was trying to push forward, and they all shoved it back again. They hoped that it was just an infection that was limited to Toy, but with Ptolemy showing a mental boner when they weren't sure that he had had that sort of equipment beforehand, they couldn't take that as a given.

Out. We have to get out.

Eventually, they found an emergency staircase. They had avoided the elevator out of a fear of coming across someone like Aspen or someone else higher up in management. There was something that the wolf had said a long time ago, mentioning that Aspen was someone powerful in the casino, but that was not really relevant at that particular point in time. What was relevant was the fact that they were still captive, and they needed to stop being captive. They needed out. They needed out.

Up the stairs they went, forced to uncover themselves a little bit. The sense of balls bouncing, of the occasional breeze between their legs caressing their holes, kept them aroused. They were no longer dripping, at least, but the feeling of being exposed was definitely keeping them more horny than they wanted to admit. Even Blake, who was generally not that keen on this, was finding it difficult to resist reaching down and touching himself.

Don't do this to us, Toy...

Aries was all but gone already, lost in his pleasure zone, happily masturbating in their little headspace. Toy had pushed towards him, and...

Shit.

Gemini had sworn, which was weird enough, but it was right. Aries and Toy were...not quite melding, but Toy was taking Aries into itself, somehow making them part of each other, with Toy getting the extra strength and Aries getting all the pleasure that he could ever want under the influence of the tulpa.

But there was nothing that they could do. All their attention had to be focused on getting them out of the casino. They could endure the deprogramming later. It would be expensive, probably costing them more than a fair share of dignity, but they would be able to take care of that if they had to. And with all that was happening to them -

Stop thinking about that. Time to get out. Time to get the hell out.

They were up the stairs, finally reaching the first floor, the main floor. The emergency stairs were marked with a fire exit, and they knew that some sort of alarm would trip the minute that they stepped through. It was something that they hadn't considered, but at the same time, it might be something worth it. That would clear some of the guests out of the casino if it was a loud, building-wide alarm, and that would mean escaping would be that much easier. If it was just something that beeped security, however, that would mean...

They didn't have a choice, though. They needed to do something before Aspen or the others found them, and that meant taking a chance. Blake took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Almost the second it cleared the hinges, the building started ringing out with a fire alarm. Guests in the ground floor suites immediately started clearing out, running down the hall, and the rubber fox breathed a sigh of relief. Something was going right.

They joined the flood, running between them, using their tail to cover their parts as they ran through the crowd. Sometimes, they got a glance from the other guests, but there were enough scantily clad guests that they were able to blend in.

We're going to make it. We're going to make it.

They left the hallway and had just entered the main gambling halls when things took a turn for the worse.

Standing at the center of the gambling halls were a security team, and among them were some of the rubber employees. He spotted several of the other waiters that he had seen moving around, other servers that had been getting groped and fondled on the floor. Among them, calling the shots and directing people, was Aspen himself.

No, no, no. Couldn't you already be outside? Blake thought.

He would be here. He has a need for control, Ptolemy said.

If he sees us -

Then we must make sure he doesn't.

They slowed down, moving more orderly with the crowd rather than forcing themselves forward quite as fast as they had been. The rubber fox knew that they were pushing their luck, that they were right on the verge of being caught, but they were so close. They just had to make this turn, head down the hall to the front doors, and then...

Well, they weren't sure what they'd do, but they knew that they would be safe. They'd be naked, homeless, and probably in trouble, but less trouble than they would be in if they stayed in the casino.

Just a bit further...almost...

They were just about to make the turn, hidden behind a number of elephants that were doing the same thing, when they heard Aspen's voice. For the first time, they all heard the trigger words being whispered.

"Serpent Property."

The words seized them like a hand to the throat. Blake stumbled, and when Ptolemy tried to step forward and take front, the words seized him, too, almost like a password being entered into a robot's mainframe and opening them up. The two of them were frozen, Aries could not be pulled free of Toy, and Gemini was too shocked and scared to do anything of their own volition. They were trapped.

And as they came to a total stop, Aspen saw them. The wolfdog smiled, walking through the crowd to put a hand on their shoulder.

"I see that you figured out what was going on."

"..."

"That's right. No speaking now."

"..."

"It's so much easier to be a drone. Or at least, it will be."

Blake gritted his teeth, or tried to. There was no way he could speak, not with the total paralysis that was running up and down his body. The little spasms of his muscles trying to move was a constant reminder that he had been caught, with no chance of escape. Gemini whimpered in the back of their mind, and Toy...

Toy was pushing forward.

"I knew that there was a reason you'd be valuable to the casino. You have someone in there that not just wants to slut around, but someone that wants to serve. Someone that hasn't had the chance to do that for so long. Someone that wants to take over and just let you be a drone, happy and ordered around, rather than a thinking person.

"Then again, what fox really wants to think that much?"

Aspen chuckled, and Blake and all the others felt themselves being turned around. His tail had slipped out of the way, exposing his throbbing cock, and his eyes were forced to look back down the hall he'd come from. The other guests were still being filtered out through the front door, even as the wolfdog led them down to the elevators.

"I thought one session would be enough to start curbing those instincts of yours that want to escape. But perhaps I should have been more careful."

"...Mmmph..."

"Starting to talk? I didn't say that you could, Serpent Property."

And just like that, he stiffened again, moving more like a robot than a person, his legs stomping, his arms frozen at his side as if they were unable to move at all. He stared straight ahead, his body stomping, walking, stomping forward, his mouth closed tight as if it would never quite open again.

If his mind had been free to think, he was relatively sure that he wouldn't have been able to do anything but scream. As it stood, his terror, his fear, and his other feelings that bubbled up from the rest of the group were all snared, held tight in the conditioning that the words 'Serpent Property' held.

He was caught, and he, and they, were never getting away.

Down the elevator they went, and then they were back to the condition room. The prison pod was still open, waiting for him to be put back into it, and Blake stared at the slit. He wanted to say something, to protest, but all that came out was Toy's 'Nnnngh' again, and their shaft throbbed in eagerness as they were nudged towards the pod.

"I'm glad that one of you, at least, knows where you need to be."

"Mmmph...you..."

"You don't need to talk."

"...I...need..."

"None of you need to talk. You're just Serpent Property now," the wolfdog said, and Blake stiffened up again. "There's nothing that you need to do but obey. And I think that a part of you really, really wants to do that right now."

There was nothing else that he could push through his lips. The pod opened all the way, Aspen holding it open. He finally had a good look at the interior, at the black rubber that lined all the inside. There were holes through it, or was it more that the rubber pulled in to form the tendril holes and then pushed out to stroke? It was hard to tell, exactly, and harder still to be sure that he was looking at something real rather than something that he was just imagining.

As the tendrils stroked, teased, and rolled around the interior of the pod, Aspen pulled something from the wall. It was a visor, something that vaguely tickled a memory at the back of his mind.

"What...what's..."

"You're still talking?"

"Nnnngh..."

He couldn't speak, not with Toy having almost full control of their body now, but he could just barely nod at the visor. The wolfdog smiled.

"This is going to ensure that you actually take to the conditioning this time. No more holding back, no more recovering. That one, Toy?"

The tulpa was all but in charge already, and it nodded as it looked forward through their eyes.

"That one knows where it belongs. It knows what it wants. All I had to do was offer. And now..."

The visor came closer, pulled over their head. Blake knew that it was going to spell the end of their freedom, but was there anything that could be done to slow it down, anything that could stop it? The answer was a resounding no.

The black-framed, glowing visor slid over their face, and the spirals were already pulling at his gaze. Numbers popped, shafts formed, and many different symbols began to take hold, each of them targeting a different member of the consensus. He panted, his tongue starting to hang out, each of them sliding further and further down towards the final trance, the final place where they would never come back from.

"Step inside."

The order was easy. They followed it, turning around and backing into the pod.

The rubber was surprisingly soft against their back. Blake settled backwards without thinking about it, already feeling his tail being pulled up and over his back, resting against the back of his head, and the tendrils were already groping, rubbing, teasing his rump cheeks. The feeling of them following the curve of his thighs, running forward and under his balls, was just wonderful. He moaned without thinking, and felt the power of Toy pushing further, further forward.

"Time to finish the job," Aspen muttered. "I'll see you again in twelve hours. This should keep you from needing anything."

The wolfdog's hand on his jaw forced his mouth open, and he kept staring straight ahead as the tube was forced back down his throat. Rubber meant that he could take it with ease, without complaint, and he didn't even gag as it went down into his neck. Instead, he just stared straight ahead as the chemicals started flowing again.

"Pity that you had to make it so hard. Most drones don't figure out what's happening to them. But in the long run..."

The wolfdog chuckled.

"Well, in the long run, I guess you're worth it. Let's see how long it takes to get you to the right state of mind."

And with that, the prison pod shut. The darkness descended, lit only by the blinking, flickering images on the visor. He stared straight into it, not sure what he was supposed to do, but already feeling his control draining away.

Toy had always been secondary, less than a full being, and that hadn't changed. However, that secondary being had been growing, getting stronger, while getting no more complex. It had already swallowed Aries, pulled the flirt under the blackened influence that Toy had in their mind. That same touch had reached out and taken Gemini when they weren't looking, and now it was only him and Ptolemy left.

They squirmed, they struggled, but the movements were weak, barely more than swimming motions against the goo-like substance that Toy coated their mental selves with. They were drowning in it even as their body drowned in pleasure, stimulation, sensitivity. The tentacles swiped them with sensitizers, with aphrodisiacs, with more and more chemicals, taking away their ability to resist, their ability to think.

Ptolemy lasted for some time, but eventually the machine-like personality was taken down, his eyes glowing in ones and zeroes before he was alone in the dark. Toy was everywhere, and in the darkness, the vague silhouettes of the rest of the consensus rose, looking more like drone versions of themselves than anything else. They stared ahead, digital smiles and blank faces painted on their heads, waiting for orders.

And Blake knew, that was what loomed ahead for him.

He stared into the visor, unable to look away, unable to keep from swallowing. Involuntary moans were ripped from him in the real world and the mental one, and he shivered as he was gradually, bit by bit, encased by Toy's presence.

Why? he wanted to ask. Why this?

But he already knew. Toy was nothing but desire, and desire had been something that had been pushed down, ignored, conveniently forgotten about for the sake of moving forward with their life. What Toy had been made to enjoy, what Toy had been created for, had been beneath Blake, had been uninteresting for Ptolemy, had been embarrassing for Gemini. Only Aries had embraced it, and never to the degree that Toy actually wanted.

Under those conditions, could one really blame the tulpa for taking the bait? Could one blame it for not knowing what it was putting the rest of the consensus through?

Toy swarmed over him in their mental space, and in that moment, Blake ceased to think. He ceased to see. He ceased to be anything but part of Toy. Their positions, with him at front and as the face of the consensus, had been reversed.

They remained in the pod for some time, with Toy not being broken, but rather, learning. Learning how to be a good drone. Learning how to be a good servant. Learning how to be nothing but the rubbery, happy fox that it had always been meant to be. A smile was all but etched into permanence on its face, the fox staring straight ahead, smiling around the gag, feeling the tension and not caring at how it must have been dragging at the edges of its mouth and muzzle. It was right. It was proper. It was how a drone should look.

The lessons of submission and sex continued to pour through its skull. Toy enjoyed them, savored them as its cock was pumped, its pussy filled, its ass stretched again and again by thrusting plugs and increasingly large toys. The feeling of its belly bulging out from the sheer size was a gift, and a joy.

We are Drone.

Toy had all but renamed itself, though it did so while keeping its name, and the name of those that had shared the headspace with it for so long. There was no loss of Blake, no loss of Ptolemy, Aries, or Gemini. They had been its playmates for too long, and it would not lose them, no matter what.

But they needed a new name, a name that consisted of what they were. Toy had been made out of something weaker, something without focus, without direction, without anything but the eagerness to be, well, a Toy. But they were something different now, something bigger, something better.

Something that belonged to someone, too. Someone owned them properly, and someone did not particularly own a Toy. They did not own a Fox, either. They owned things, and that meant that they needed a name that meant something for that role. Not servant, or slave, but Drone.

Toy liked the sound of it, and as the hypnosis and conditioning and lessons went on, so did the others in its head. They were happy to be part of this, and even if that happiness was because they were under it, within Toy and part of it, it was still happiness that they had been lacking beforehand.

Toy had saved things.

Toy had made things better.

And so they learned, and moaned, and even came together. Toy's lusts, Drone's needs, were stronger than ever. They pulsed, they shivered, they came, they relaxed, and then started all over again. A machine that was meant to edge was nothing compared to the raw pleasure and needs of a mind, of a personality, that was meant to be nothing but someone's pleasure toy, that was made to be always on edge to begin with.

The slime, the heat, the smell of sex began to spread through the inside of the pod, permeating the rubber fox and all of the minds within. The lessons of submission were affected, grinding down, pushing them further into the empty, happy place that was being a Drone. The tendrils, shocking their mind and stimulating Toy to an extent that it almost felt like it was in heaven, were pushing, embedding that name, that message. No more Blake, no more fox, just the feeling of Drone, and the obedience that came with.

Hours passed, but Toy could have spent another session in the pod by the time that it opened. The visor was lifted, and Toy came face to face with Aspen. The Master. The Owner.

"Master," it whispered.

"You understand, now?"

"Always understood," Toy whispered, finally having words, finally having something to say. It had almost been programmed into it, the words coming robotically from a good little drone. "You are Master. More than manager."

"Hmmm, a little thing like yourself understood that, did you?"

Toy didn't answer. There wasn't a direct question there, and it wasn't important what it knew and didn't know. What mattered was being of service. Drone dropped down to all fours, and then squatted back on its haunches, looking more akin to the sort of feral foxes that might have been found out and about in the world.

Aspen chuckled, shaking his head. Drone didn't know what that meant, but to please the Owner was the right thing.

"Well, looks like it doesn't matter. Come on. You'll need a few more accessories to fit your new position."

"Yes, Master."

"And you can show me just how well you can do after that."

"Yes, Master."

"Can you say anything else?"

"Of course, Master."

The End

Summary: A final attempt at escape must be made. It's time to break free, or be broken down.

Tags: H/solo, bondage, multiple personalities, rubber, fuck machine, tentacles, sex machine, ear sex, aural sex, fox, rubber fox, wolfhound, breaking, nudity, embarrassment, plugs, training, hypnosis, series, orgasm, cum,