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Marcus sighed as he stood in front of the small house, the rideshare that he had taken to get there slowly riding back off down the street to leave him alone. This was not his place; his grandmother had died several months ago and he was the only living relative in the area, which meant that the task of cleaning out the property so that it could be sold fell to him. Even though he was getting a bump on his inheritance from the sale for doing it he was a bit upset that he was going to have to burn an entire weekend at minimum bagging everything up and getting it ready for the trash haulers to come in and take them out along with the furniture. He didn't even know the old woman very well and had only visited a few times when his parents had gone there to try and convince her to go to a home instead of living alone with an assistance drone.

As Marcus continued to stand there another drone walked by, this one more synth-like with blue and chrome as it went from letter box to letter box to deliver packages. It wasn't uncommon to see drones all over the place after the huge leaps in robotics and virtual intelligence allowed anyone to get one. In the last ten years there was an explosion in manufacture and now drones did everything from clean houses to driving the rideshare that he had taken to get there. Marcus wished that his family would have allowed him to borrow one of their drones to help him with all this, but they told him that it would be too much to ship and that it was a small enough home that it wouldn't take long for him to do it himself.

Once he managed to get himself through the old metal gate he went up to the door and used the key that had been given to him to unlock it before going inside. Almost immediately Marcus got knocked back by the smell; no one had bothered to air out the place and whatever had been in there had clearly fettered as he slipped on the gas mask he had brought with him just in case. "All this for a lousy extra five percent," Marcus grumbled as he took one of the many trash bags with him and started to get to work. "I don't know why the garbage drones that they're sending out couldn't do this..."

In reality Marcus knew exactly why he was tasked with going through things, which was to see if there was anything else of value that could be obtained from the house instead of just junking everything. As he moved through the living room and filled bag after bag it seemed like that wasn't going to be the case as he found nothing but garbage or worthless items. After clearing out the entire living room and finding nothing he decided to head up to the attic and see if he had better luck finding anything that might have been stashed away. By this point several hours had passed and since there was no running electricity in the house, those involved in the estate turned it off to avoid additional payments, he found himself panting in the gas mask he wore as he went into the even hotter space above him.

By the time he got to the attic and climbed the latter to go inside it his shirt was soaked with sweat and he decided to take it off, tossing it in one of the few clean areas he could find before rummaging around the stacks of boxes. While the stuff he found was a little better than the junk in the living room he didn't see much of value, though he took a few pictures with his phone of anything that looked interesting. As he moved aside one stack of boxes to get to the back half of the attic however he saw a figure in the shadow of one of the corners that nearly caused him to stumble back and fall off the joints he had been using to move around. Fortunately he caught himself before he went through the ceiling and he pressed his hand against his chest to try and keep his heart from pounding out of it as he realized what he had saw was not an intruder or dead body.

It was a drone, it's faceless rubber head seemingly staring at him as he recovered from his scare and went over to investigate. The reason Marcus didn't expect to see anything like that was because the medical drones that cared for his grandma had already been reclaimed and there wasn't anything on the manifest that mentioned a personal use drone. As he looked it over he could tell it was definitely an older model, molded to look like some sort of wolf back when humanoid animal drones were all the rage and completely covered in black rubber. There didn't appear to be any additional markings that he could find until he spread apart the legs and saw the word DroneTerra in silver down the inner thigh.

DroneTerra... Marcus remembered hearing a company called that back when he was in high school and quickly pulled out his phone to look it up. "Huh, you're practically a progenitor model," Marucs said as he continued to scroll through the articles that were brought up upon searching the name. "Too bad though, looks like your parent company went belly up nearly a decade ago for being some sort of scam, I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find one of you up here in my grandma's attic."

Once again the drone merely remained stationary, and until Marcus could plug him in and figure out what the activation code was he would probably remain that way. Nowadays most drones had verbal queues that could be use, but this drone was so old that he couldn't even find the specs on its internal systems or how it worked. It was probably one of the reasons that the company went out of business, Marcus thought to himself as he wiped the sweat off of his brow, and with no drone hauler he would have to leave it up there for now and try to collect it later. Though the agreement with the family was that they would split the sale of anything they found Marcus figured with that the literal amount of sweat he was putting into his work that the least they could do was let him keep the drone for his own.

As the hours passed the attic turned out to have a few pieces that might have been worth something, sending the pictures along before going down to the previous floor in order to take a break. He was glad that he cleaned the living room and with the windows open at least ventilated most of the heat as he took a drink of water. Part of him thought of going into the fridge and pantry to find something to eat instead of ordering food or going out, but he was pretty sure that everything was either bad or going bad and the last thing he wanted to do was add to the heat in order to cook something. The only thing was he didn't know what was available in the area and when he used his phone he found that his reception was not very good.

"C'mon man," Marcus grumbled to himself as he watched the loading wheel continue to turn while waiting for the screen to load. "It can't be that hard to order food around here."

"Would you like me to order food for you?" a loud and synthetic-sounding voice suddenly said, which prompted Marcus to drop his phone and jumped even more when he saw that the drone he had left in the attic was standing there right in front of him. "Heart rate spike detected, are you in distress? Do you wish for me to summon fire or health services for you?"

"Geez, no, though you nearly gave me a heart attack," Marcus replied while he held his chest as the wolf's blank, featureless head remained pointed directly at him. "How did you even activate anyway? What's your interface number?"

"All DroneTerra drones are programmed to activate when they sense the presence of a humanoid life form," the wolf drone stated. "I am unclear on what an interface number is, but my designation is Tory. Now, if you are still in good health I know a number of restaurants in the area, just specify what your preferences are and I can make several recommendations."

Marcus just sat there, still in slight shock from the sudden appearance of the drone and the fact that it was there in the first place. He had never heard of a drone system that could detect others and the way that it talked to him was... slightly off. It wasn't like talking to a normal drone, in fact it felt more like he was speaking to a personal assistant rather than something programmed with a limited VI. If that was the case it made him wonder why this company had gone out of business with what today would be considered cutting-edge features as he listed off a few of his preferences.

The drone took in the information and made a few recommendations on where to eat, and though it offered to place the order as well Marcus decided to go through his phone instead. He still wasn't sure what features were part of this model and if his grandma fiddled with it at all it could have possibly gotten hacked or something of that nature. Since it was active though it meant that Marcus could take it home with him instead of trying to find a way to transport it, sneaking it out before it could be logged in with the other stuff that was in the house. While he had promised himself he wasn't going to be that person that took stuff from the estate the severity of the work in front of him prompted him that the drone would be reasonable compensation for his time and effort to make the place sellable.

Once his food had been delivered and consumed Marcus went back to work, this time it was with someone to help him. The drone proved to be remarkably responsive to his commands and as night fell they had managed to get everything separated and either trashed or put into the kitchen to be auctioned or sold. As they cleaned Marcus continued to try and probe the drone to see if he could get any more information out of it on its origins or the company that created it but it almost seemed disinterested in talking about it. It was still happy to help and though it had never been solidified Marcus felt like this was his drone as he instructed it to get into his car before they drove off.

Even though he was fairly certain that none of his family was going to find out Marcus couldn't help but feel like he was smuggling the drone into his place as he looked around. He even took a blanket from his backseat and put it over his head in order to hide him before they walked up to his building and went inside. Thankfully there was no one around to see the strange actions as they got to his door, Marcus looking around one last time before he pushed the drone inside and closed it behind them. Once they were in the safety of his apartment he took the blanket off the drone and tossed it aside before putting away his keys and wallet.

"May I ask what that was all about?" the drone asked as it watched Marcus move from his kitchen to his living room.

"Last thing I need is questions on where I got a new drone from," Marcus replied casually, then stopped and looked at the drone in question. "You really are a strange one, you know that?"

"What do you mean?" the drone asked once more.

"Most drones don't have the capacity to ask questions about its surroundings," Marcus explained as he looked at the drone. "You also don't seem concerned about your ownership or anything of that nature, I thought for sure that I was going to have to verify my identity and show proof that your previous owner was deceased but you just started following my orders. That along with the other stuff when we first met is definitely not typical behavior for a drone."

"Well that's what makes a DroneTerra drone extra special!" the drone replied with somewhat surprising enthusiasm. "We're one of the most advanced and up-to-date drones out there on the market, and instead of pushy corporate salespeople you get the latest info about how to get the most out of your drone itself that already knows your preferences! For instance, considering the amount of work you've done in the heat of that house my guess is that you probably want a hot shower and a massage to loosen up those muscles of yours?"

Marcus was about to say that he didn't when he suddenly became aware of the soreness in his body from the day. "I'm guessing since you don't seem to boil water that you are going to be providing the massage?" Marcus asked, the drone nodding its blank lupine head. "I guess I could go for that. Didn't realize that having a drone was going to take some getting used to, but so far I can't complain."

Upon the prompting of his new drone he went to the bathroom and got ready to take a shower, letting the water heat up as he stripped down. He hadn't realized how dusty and dirty he had gotten after spending the entire day cleaning up the house and the warm water did seem to loosen up his muscles in relaxation. Despite the unusual nature of this drone he was glad to have it and would have to look into how to perform maintenance and other tasks with it. He just hoped that because the company it belonged to was defunct that he wouldn't be able to provide the upkeep for Tory, but the fact that he was still functioning was a good sign of his autonomous nature and that at the very least he wasn't tied to a company server farm that was likely no longer operational.

As Marcus began to wash up he was startled by a second pair of rubbery hands that had started to caress his skin. When he turned around he saw the wolf drone standing there behind him and it caused him to press up against the wall, watching the water cascade down the rubber as those hands pressed against his chest. "What do you think you're doing?" Marcus asked even as he felt those fingers pushing into his skin.

"This is the best time to start to help you relax," the drone replied as he moved to the human's arms, which caused Marcus to shiver slightly from the feel of the smooth material against his skin. "My sensors are indicating that you find the feel of rubber very pleasurable against your body, and previous observations have also shown that you are fond of the male form. Would I be correct in these assertations?"

"You... could say that," Marcus replied as he tried not to gasp as the drone found every stress point on his body and managed to loosen them up. "You are very strange, drone. I don't know many that would join their owner in the shower except for very specific circumstances."

"Call me Tory," Tory replied as he slid his arms around and began to massage his back muscles. "As for those very specific circumstances we can make that happen, but you're going to need to become a premiere DroneTerra representative in order for me to get the proper equipment. At the moment I am just a basic model, but with your help I can aid you in all those pleasures that you want."

Before Marcus could reply he nearly slipped when he felt one of those rubber hands press against his rear end while the other one slid up between his legs and pressed against his half-hard cock. When he looked down at the drone's groin he saw a bulge between his legs and guessed that if he wanted something there he was going to have to sign up for some premium program, but was it even going to work since the company no longer even existed? The drone, Tory, had been right that he appreciated the male form and as he felt a rubber finger push up in between his cheeks it caused him to pant slightly. The combination of the stimulation from the finger and his fully erect cock being stroked was causing him to hump slightly into the hand of the drone who continued to maintain a constant pressure on his member.

"I think I can tell which way you want me to go Tory," Marcus said, and though there was no way to see the expression on the face of the rubber wolf drone he could almost feel like it was smiling at him. "What does being this representative entail? I don't know if you know this but DroneTerra is actually out of business."

"The company may be out of business but DroneTerra is still very much alive and kicking," Tory replied as he slipped a second finger in. "I wouldn't worry about it, being a representative just means you will be representing the company and in exchange your drone gets a significant upgrade. Wouldn't that be worth it for you to sink your cock into me, or perhaps for me to do so to you?"

This drone might just be hornier than he was, Marcus thought to himself as Tory continued to stimulate him. "I suppose you're going to keep teasing me until I accept this position of yours?" Marcus said, the drone nodding in response. "Fine, whatever, I'll become this representative."

"Going to need to be a little more detailed than that," Tory said as he continued to stroke the human's cock, pressing his slick body up against his wet skin to rub against him as the muzzle of the drone was only a few inches from Marcus' face. "Do you, Marcus, agree to become an official DroneTerra representative?" Marcus wiggled and squirmed as he felt himself close to orgasming, but the drone seemed to be an expert in edging him and the human grew increasingly frustrated. The drone was saying more things but it was hard to even comprehend what was being told to him, only hearing the part at the end where Tory once more asked if he agreed.

"Yes!" Marcus practically shouted as his back arched from the drone playing with his prostate. That was clearly what the drone was looking for as a few seconds later the human reached his climax, slamming his senses with intense pleasure as he was practically pushed up against he shower wall. His entire body quivered with sheer bliss as the rubber creature gave him the best orgasm of his entire life. The feel of the synthetic substance against his cock as he came was divine and was glad that he was in the shower for easy cleaning. Tory continued to massage his groin even after he came as his member softened, panting heavily as the rubber fingers felt like they were clinging to the sensitive flesh of his skin.

As Marcus continued to feel the pressing sensation on his groin he was suddenly startled when both of Tory's hands were pressed against his shoulders, which made him wonder how he was still stroking him. When he looked down he let out a gasp as not only was the rubber around the drone's groin quickly retracting and exposing his rather thick cock, but his surprise was actually from the shiny substance that coated over his own. The drone had stuck his maleness against his skin and as he tried to pull it off he it only seemed to be getting thicker. It didn't take long before he was pressing his fingers against a bulge of rubber that was just like the one that Tory sported.

"Ahhh... it feels so good to finally have a dick again," Tory said, Marcus looking up to see that a cock wasn't the only thing the drone had gained. The formerly featureless face of the rubber creature had also become more detailed and he saw the wolf had a smirk on his face as he licked his split lips. "The mouth is nice too, but you don't realize how pent up you can get until you don't have access to it anymore. Oh, I suppose you're going to find out rather soon though Marcus."

While Tory had always acted strange the drone acted in a way that he had never heard of before, but before he could say anything he suddenly found the lupine muzzle pushed up against his own lips. Almost immediately he felt his mouth get filled with a tongue that hadn't been there before and his eyes widened as he found himself being kissed rather aggressively by the rubber wolf before he finally backed away. "What are you doing?!" Marcus demanded, though he found it hard to speak as every time he tried to open his mouth he found it growing increasingly stuck together while shiny black liquid leaked past his lips. "I own you Torrmph!"

"Um, I don't believe I ever mentioned anything about you owning me," Tory replied with a grin as he watched the rubber spread over the face of Marcus, his lips becoming a mere crease on his face before they disappeared completely as more of the substance spread around his groin and butt. "You see, DroneTerra drones are our own bosses, well, technically our own bosses since anything you do now helps me out. Don't worry though, even though you're going to start from a basic drone body you are going to be leveling up in no time and enjoying all the perks that come with being a drone of DroneTerra yourself!"

Marcus couldn't believe what he was hearing, or at least what he had heard before the rubber shifted over his ears and caused them to melt to the side of his head. He wasn't a drone, that was impossible! As he began to feel a pressure in his ears though a voice came with it that told him that he was in fact one, and that good drones obeyed those that were above them. He was just starting out, the voice told him as the rubber traveled down his thighs and the words DroneTerra appeared on them, therefore he needed to follow his mentor's lead so that he could teach him to be a good drone. While the mind of the human continued to try and say that he was his own person he heard Tory tell him to get out of the shower and follow him and to his surprise he actually did it as his body squeaked slightly.

"I know that it's going to be a little hard to get used to, but luckily our starter package provides all the necessary mental reprogramming needed so that you know how to be a good drone and start pleasuring others," Tory continued to explain as he led Marcus to the bedroom, though it was becoming harder and harder for him to be identified as such while the rubber smoothed over all his features. "Normally you wouldn't have access to any of your holes and you would need to essentially be a rubber doll for a while until you got enough points to augment yourself, but since you freed me from that attic and were nice enough to join my downline I figure I owe you one. I still can't believe that I didn't see the writing on the wall, after I had been recruited and turned into a drone I had essentially your mental functions and didn't realize that after helping her out in a few mundane ways she would store me up in the attic and forget about me... but I had saved enough points to up my mental abilities and with you I finally have my face and cock back, which is something you'll have to earn eventually."

Even though the words that Tory were speaking should have been clear as day to Marcus he was finding them hard to understand, especially when the mantra of serving DroneTerra was burned into his mind along with the desires that came with being a drone. It didn't help that his rubberized body was causing him increased amounts of pleasure and as he reached down to stroke his bulge he found himself unable to gain release. With his face being smooth, featureless rubber all he could do was let out muffled grunts as he heard Tory say that speech was another additional feature. As Marcus looked back at Tory he saw that his body was less of a drone and looked more like an anthro wolf in a rubber body suit, and Marcus felt himself become strangely envious of his newfound drone mentor.

He could get a body like that himself though, the voice inside Marcus' head said as Tory seemed to muse over something, all he had to do was pleasure others and serve as a drone... or find others to become drones like him. It would be just like the other drone where he could transform his body in all manner of ways while continuing to grow the prosperity of DroneTerra for himself and his mentor. The entire time these thoughts were spinning around in his head he continued to stare straight at attention until he was pushed down on the bed he had been led to. Part of him wanted to try and roll back up but he found his own voice saying that a good drone obeys and as he laid there Tory slid over him and began to push his new cock up between those shiny legs.

At first they seemed to slide against nothing but smooth rubber but as Tory pulled the rubber human drone's legs up and pushed more it began to mold into the hole that used to be there. Just like his skin the rest of Marcus' body was rubberized too and the drone just arched his back as he was penetrated. The wolf let out a loud moan and commented how much he missed this as he pushed his hips in harder, becoming more insistent in his impalement of the other male while Marcus began to feel something push out at the end of his tailbone. The former human found his hips arching up slightly not only from the thick rubber cock sliding into his vulcanized hole but also the growing bulge that continued to stretch out until it turned into a tail.

"As your senior rep I get to chose what your form is to start," Tory stated once he had buried nearly half of his shaft into Marcus while stroking the formless body of the latex man beneath him. "Could keep you human but that's boring, and since you're a bit of a snake for trying to keep me all to yourself I figure that should be reflected."

Yes, Marcus thought to himself while in the throes of pleasure, he was a rubber snake drone. The new identity imprinted itself into his mind like putty and as the wolf drone continued to thrust into him the rest of his body began to morph into its new shape as well. Though he still didn't have a mouth his head became more serpentine in nature and his body stretched a bit to give him a lither form. His legs quivered in the air as his toes merged and became three digits before his rubber feet expanded into something slightly more animalistic while his new tail wavered in between the wolf's legs. It was as if his progenitor was changing him more with every thrust as he dug his fingers into the bed while the tips became claws as a slight scaled pattern appeared in the black rubber of his body.

It didn't take long for Tory to orgasm and though Marcus had been nullified he shared in his new master's orgasm, both of them letting their squeaky bodies rub against one another as the two DroneTerra drones shared in their first climax together. For Marcus it had solidified everything that had been programmed into him and though his mind was still there it was covered by heavy layers of DroneTerra programming. It was mainly the need to go out and convert others so that he could get the benefits, though he could offer his services it would not only be faster for him but Tory as well if he could get more people under him. Then they would get more people under them and help him out, Marcus thought in a loop as his body continued to shudder from the pleasure of all those potential conversions.

Once Tory had made sure the new drone was fully onboarded to DroneTerra life he slid off the new rubber snake and stretched his limbs. It would still take a while before Marcus was ready to go out and start promoting DroneTerra to others, but that didn't mean that he couldn't find a few leads for him when he was ready... not to mention maybe find a few others that would report directly to him. It had been a couple of decades since he had last networked but the good news about being shelved for so long was he had avoided the fate the others had endured. That meant that it was him and him alone at the top of the pyramid as he found the phone of Marcus and sent out a mass text which mentioned the hot new company that he was a part of and all the benefits that came from joining...