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Becoming a Tyrant's Drone

Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodjiang

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Part one of three.

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The wolf leaned back in his computer chair, his lips pressed tightly together. His white fur was barely visible in the dim light of his bedroom, the wolf only illuminated by the harsh glow of his computer screen. It was usual for Ralph to be up late, even though he worked a lot of shifts at a local supermarket, though the wolf just couldn't seem to shake the insomnia that had plagued him, well...since the tyrant king had come into power.

His lips twisted, practically spitting at the thought. A tyrant! A king! Pwah! He would have spat if he didn't want to clean up the mess, his small apartment too tight and cramped for him to want to make it worse than it already was. The hour was late and yet his shoulders ached as he hunched over the screen, the desk a little too low for him to sit comfortably at. Yet that was just where Ralph found himself, hour after hour, pouring over news articles and the deep, dark forums in the depths of the web that went against the new tyrant king.

He couldn't think of the man as anything other than a tyrant, not with how he had treated everyone, dragging that damned useless lion along with him. The feline even acted like a dog! Ralph growled, taking a swig from his can of beer, though it was nearly empty. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. He'd never succumb to the tyrant like that, bowing before a man who thought that he was leagues above the rest of the world. Ralph may have barely been able to remember how the world, his world, had been before "Mayor Saron" had come into power, but that was of no matter to him. The wolf knew how the world now was and he knew that he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

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Still, the monster that was the mayor, the one in charge of their city and sweeping across the country to take more and more under his control, did not seem able to be stopped. It was obscene, how he slammed into one place after another, digging out the tiniest scraps of rebel resistance, parading them before everyone.

Ralph shuddered. He didn't want to think about how the tyrant had transformed a man into a horse, Hika, their leader, and made him fuck... Yeah. That was fucking gross, turning the sapient into the mind of a beast, breaking them down. Oh yeah, they knew all about how the tyrant liked to subdue his subjects, though none of it was to their benefit, he could tell you that much.

Whitewolf98: He stalks around like he owns the place, the stupid fucker.

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Rebel909: He has another pet, a chipmunk that he has do tricks for him too. Have you seen the videos? It's fucked up. Who does that to someone else?

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Whitewolf98: That bastard, that's who.

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He was not a rebel, not like the ones who seemed to have been able to do something about it. In fact, Ralph was more than a little lost on what he was going to do with his life, where he was going to go in the world, all as the walls closed in around him more and more. His options were limited with the tyrant dragging more and more into his employ - and then where would Ralph be? The wolf's lips twisted sourly.

He didn't want to work for the tyrant in any capacity. But he didn't feel like he had any choice in the matter, coming to the end of his schooling, his college studies. He didn't want to be there any more than the next person, he was sure, though few dared stand up to the tyrant in any capacity. They all knew what would happen to those that showed their defiance. To say the least of it, from what he knew, they were very quickly quashed.

The tyrant... Ralph shook his head, his head fuzzy, slumping over his desk, the last message on the forum left unanswered. It would have to wait. The tyrant hadn't filled any of his campaign promises, though Ralph was under no illusion that they had been real. He'd been in office since Ralph had hit his teens, shaping the world around him, the people that the wolf knew panicked, scared, shrunken into themselves. Some had leaned into the tyrant's rule, though Ralph did his best to avoid them.

He drank the last dregs of the beer, his stomach a little queasy. Maybe it was time to head to bed, or maybe the beer had been off. Could beer go off? He wasn't even sure about that, lost and shaking his head.

Yet his step was not steady as he rose from his computer chair and stumbled to his bed, the small room offering him little room for error. If he tripped over something, he'd crash onto the floor or into a wall in a heartbeat, though there wouldn't be anyone there to catch him. Since his parents had gone over to the tyrant's side, singing his praises, he had eased back into himself, renting his tiny, grotty studio apartment as soon as he had been able to. He'd just had to get out, though that meant too that he was out on his own, at the whim of a world destined to chew him up and spit him out.

The bed was heavy, the sheets covering him, duvet smothering. It didn't feel right. He didn't even have the energy anymore to undress as he rolled over, grunting softly, though it didn't sound like a normal grunt. How could something not sound like a normal grunt? Oh, Ralph didn't know, didn't know anything anymore...

The drink...wasn't...right...

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That was the last thing the wolf thought before slipping into unconsciousness, sleep claiming him. But it was not a natural kind of sleep.

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The wolf woke slowly, his need rising, tongue dry, stuck to the roof of his mouth. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all, grunting softly, his head rolling weakly to the side as if he no longer had the energy to keep his head lifted. Where the hell was he? It didn't make sense... Nothing made sense.

He tried to look around him, his fuzzy vision cleared slowly. He seemed to be in a laboratory, though it was not well-lit, darker than he might have expected... Though what did the white wolf know about labs, to be fair to him?

Oh no...

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A laboratory... His stomach roiled sickeningly. He groaned, trying to bite it back, yet his tongue was as raw and as rough as sandpaper. No... No, that was bad, so very bad.

The other rebels... Those that had done something about the tyrant, or at least tried to. They'd all ended up in similar situations, their ends and new fates broadcast so that others would be put off rising against the tyrant king. He gasped, heaving, grunting, panting, eyes wide and staring, though he could not see anything. All his eyes could fix on was the cables attached to the ceiling, an odd swathe of them that wound in and out of one another, unmoving, but giving the impression that they could be brought to life with the click of a button.

Oh, fuck no...

It couldn't be anything else: it had to be the tyrant's laboratory. Fuck, fuck, fuck - what the fuck was he going to do? He had to get out! But he was tied down, strapped down with what looked like medical strapping, the sort of thing that they would hold patients down that were not in their right minds, struggling too much to administer a sedative safely, let alone treatment. He groaned and grunted, flexing muscles he didn't honestly have in any strong capacity, heaving and panting, the wolf's eyes wide and wild with repressed fear.

He hadn't even done anything! He wasn't a rebel!

He thrashed and howled, though it was a broken, lost kind of sound, though Ralph realised that he was not alone there. A soft grunt and panting filled the room as he stilled, cutting through even his own frenzied breaths, a white lion tethered to a post by what could have been a door. It was metallic and futuristic, not the sort of door that he would have seen in his days or his work at the supermarket, the sort of thing that secrets were kept locked behind.

Ralph shuddered. Was he the secret? He didn't want to think like that.

But he knew who the lion was, sitting like a common, unthinking dog, the kind of creature that had neither anthro nor human sapience - truthfully, even ferals could be sapient too, but dullness shone in the lion's darkened eyes. Ralph cast about for the name. He remembered it, it was all over the forums, everyone had mocked him for giving in as he'd had, though they thought it was the lion's fault for being in the tyrant's employ in the first place. Going over to the rebel side had not won him any favours in the rebel and underground community, that much was sure.

Greyin, that was it. That was his name. The white lion with a thick mane panted softly, his tongue lolling out and fluttering with every breath, eyes fixed on him. Apart from the lion, the room was empty, leaving Ralph's eyes with nothing to do other than to wander the lion's form, the metal strip that, as far as he could see, looked to have been implanted into his back, not secured there even by a harness. He'd expected to see the lion in his usual horrifying chastity cage that locked his cock into his sheath, forcing him to stay soft under any stimulation or abuse. Yet the lion seemed to have been under the influence of denial for so long that he didn't even get hard anymore.

Ralph swallowed hard. It shouldn't have been a thought that he should have at all had in his mind, but the lion had been extensively discussed. He was one of the tyrant's most prominent trophies, one of those that left the sourest of tastes in the back of his mouth, as if a little bile had worked its way back up. The lion, Greyin, was in the public eye so much that it was impossible to ignore him at the best of times, but speculation and rumours had combined to form an opinion of him that was both feared and disgusted.

"Stupid dog... That's all you fucking are, aren't you? Stupid. You gave in too easily to him, everyone says so."

"Woof!"

Ralph would have spat if he had not been tied down, though the lion-dog gave him no sign that he had heard him at all, bar tilting his head. There was no understanding behind those eyes and it struck Ralph with a shudder of revulsion that the lion-dog probably liked being treated like that. He had fallen so easily into the tyrant's indoctrination, after all.

The lion-dog blinked and "whuffed" again, softly, grinding his backside down against the floor, his tail wagging like that of a dog, even though it was still tipped with a white fluff of fur. Sometimes, it was shaved to look more like a canine tail, though there was no denying, truly that the lion was the species he was. There was more in his attitude though, at the tyrant king's side on all fours, that made him look like a beast, useless and horny, his movements more dog-like than Ralph could ever see being anthro.

Even then, Greyin tried to get more pleasure, though Ralph could not see if there was anything shoved into his tail hole. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to. From how the lion-dog ground against the floor, humping and woofing, making all manner of soft, dog-like noises, he thought there might have been. Pre-cum streamed from his sheath, despite his obviously soft cock, a slick trail marking a pool on the floor.

"Gross..."

"Whoof!"

Ralph gave a deeper bark, tail wagging, eyes on the door as it slid back with a whoosh of air, as if the room that Ralph was in was completely sealed. A brown and white patched cow anthro, a little dumpy in stature, strode into the room with a clipboard, an oversized white lab coat flapping around her thighs. Her blue eyes landed on him and Ralph would have reeled back from the chill that her stare was laced with. Where her arms and the softness of her body may have been suited to bundle someone into an embrace, her eyes said something different.

Ralph didn't want to dig too deeply into that as she stood over him, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"Ah, you are awake. I see you are now ready to take your place in the tyrant's policy of work and life."

The cow hummed to herself, looking him over as if it was something she did every day, ignoring Ralph's squirms. The wolf could have done well to realise that he was naked before that point, though it had not been the greatest point of contention prior, his shaft soft. He didn't have a sheath to hide it, though he feared that his dick would have been out and exposed even if he had had one, based on all that they had so easily been able to do to the wretch that was Greyin. Were they going to make him like that too? Fuck!

Stall, stall, stall... You've got to fucking get out of here, you weren't causing any trouble!

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"I'm not a rebel," he said, forcing the words out as if through a thick sludge in his mouth, heavy and cloying. "Anyone has a place in his policy of work and life... I work in a supermarket, isn't that good enough? I know my place."

The words came bitterly from his lips, but he knew he had to do something, anything, something to make them realise that they'd grabbed an innocent, someone who wasn't going to do anything to overthrow the tyrant king. Who the fuck cared about that? Ralph knew well enough that he couldn't do anything about which mayor was in power or not, besides voting and speaking his mind, but those had been taken from him, along with everyone else in the city and beyond. So, he never would have tried. Was bitching about the current situation of his life on forums really enough to get him dragged into the lab?

The cow didn't pay him any mind, checking her clipboard, his body, making a mark and moving on down to the foot of the table he was strapped to. The cold metal had long warmed to the heat of his body, though Ralph didn't like the look she gave him one bit.

Like he was a piece of meat. Something dead. An object. Not a living, breathing, talking anthro with a mind of his own. The wolf's stomach churned.

"I know him... I know his story," he said, fishing for words, inclining his head towards Greyin, all tied up to the post like a common dog. "Pathetic. Brainwashed, broken down, faded into nothing more than a mutt, a beast who thinks he has a "good and kind" master. He had to be trained, but he took to it too well, didn't he? He thinks he really is a dog."

Ralph clenched his jaw, his wolf heritage rising in a snap of defiance.

"So, what is the bastard going to do to me, useless king that he is? Is he trying to add a fucking white wolf to his menagerie, his freak-zoo?"

The scientist raised an eyebrow, rocking back slightly onto the heels of her cloven hooves. She could not have said that she had expected him to know as much as he did, but that was none of her business. She could admire his defiance, for it would be quashed soon enough, broken down just like the one that he thought that he was so far above.

There was no use replying to someone who wasn't going to have a mind of their own that meant something though. So, she ignored him.

"Initiate procedure, one-three-six-five. Set timer."

She smirked and would have fluttered her fingers at him in a mocking little wave if she had not considered herself a professional, her bare hooves snapping sharply across the smooth floor in a clack-clack as she left. There was no need to stay: if she needed to check in on her experiment, what had been ordered for the wolf himself by the only one who mattered in their city, she could check the monitors. The machines, calibrated and toned, would do the rest for her.

"Wait - where are you going? Let me the fuck out of here, I'm not a pet! I'm a fucking wolf - I don't care who the mayor is!"

He howled and thrashed, but he was alone there, the lights dimming as if whoever or whatever controlled them knew that it was no longer important that the room was well illuminated for him. Ralph's chest heaved, snatching what breath he could through streams of curses and expletives that wouldn't get him anywhere.

The cables... The ones strung up to the ceiling. They twisted and writhed into one another, dropping down, wrapping around him, mechanical hands and pincers unhooking him from the strapping of the table, far more dextrous than either human or anthro hands. He heaved and tried to flee, but the cables were relentless, moving with the mindset of machines, seeing nothing other than a subject that they had been programmed to complete a procedure on. They and the cow scientist, in that manner, were the same.

The wolf tried to cry out, but the words died in his throat as he was lifted into the air, weightless and heavy in the same moment, his heart hammering so fast that he feared it would burst from his chest in a spray of blood. That would be horrifying, grotesque, even, but it would be something, something that he could let be his last moment of glory, even in death.

He didn't want to be a slave. He didn't want to be nothing. He didn't want to be a dog like Greyin, who still sat there, quietly, panting, watching everything. Nothing seemed to bother that damn thing.

"Please! Stop this!"

He broke, whimpering and whining, that flash of defiance from earlier gone as quickly as it had appeared. He hadn't even known what he'd been doing fighting back in the first place, but he'd thought he'd been trying to explain to them that he was not a rebel, just a nobody, a nobody working in a supermarket scanning groceries - that was it! He wasn't important, not at all, and if it saved his life Ralph would scream and protest that he was the least important thing in the whole damn world all fucking day long.

He tried, thrashing, begging, pleading, Greyin raising his head with a wag of his tail.

"Whoof!"

It was a deep bark, a friendly bark, yet a warning one too. Greyin wanted him to stay still. For all that happened there was under his master's will and everyone had to be good for his master, just as he was good for his master, a good dog, a very good dog. Greyin only wished that he had a better way to tell the strange other dog that, though he did not smell like anyone he knew, thrashing and whining and fighting as he was. What he did reek of, however, was fear, slick and heavy, laying over his body from head to toe.

A metal bar lay between his shoulder blades, only a few inches long, but flexible so that it could bend along with his body. The pinpricks should not have been enough for a wolf to notice, but he did feel them, heaving and panting, eyes wide in fear.

Panic swamped him.

"Why me? I only said - ouch! I mocked him - I didn't do anything more than that! I didn't join the - argh! - resistance, I didn't do anything!"

"Don't worry, little white dog."

The scientist's voice echoed strangely around the room through a speaker system, letting him know that he was being watched, whining, cheeks wet with fearful tears.

"We won't turn you into the lion next to you, not that you have any choice in that. Your memories will be preserved."

She chuckled darkly, mirth crackling through the speakers, buzzing and tinny.

"Your personality and identity... Maybe not..."

"What the fuck does that even mean? Hey - hey, you! Answer me, c'mon! I didn't do anything, I don't want to do anything bad or against the king!"

He gasped, jaw falling slack, his body no longer under his control, as if someone had pressed a button and simply made it so. Goodbye control, goodbye bodily autonomy. It was all as if it had never existed, Ralph heaving and panting, forced to keep breathing, his heart still beating, by the strip of metal implanted into his back, controlling him, sending nanobots into his body, infiltrating his bloodstream, his spinal cord, seeking the attention of his muscles.

When they reached his brain, it would be game over for him, but the wolf had no way of telling when they would get there, infiltrating his body, changing him against his will, turning him into something that not even his own sick, twisted imaginings could have conjured up. He'd thought, before, about what the tyrant could do to him if he wanted, but the thoughts had driven him into nightmare after nightmare. Ralph had forced himself to stop thinking about them, trembling from the slick tease of a cable on his back, locking into the metal strip, more sinking needles into his arms, his legs, his stomach, all over his body. What they were for, however, was beyond him, unable to move, held there by the cables alone, locked into his limbs to keep him in the air as if they had been "plugged" into his limbs.

When he was incapacitated, spread-eagled in mid-air like a freaky statue, the scientist returned, pausing before him as she placed, without any sense of emotion, a black ball in the centre of his chest. From the shape of it, it should have simply rolled off his upright chest and dropped to the floor, but it stuck to him immediately, spreading, clinging, sinking into his fur and deeper still.

Ralph's head pounded, aching with the worst headache of his life, though that was not all he could think about, for his life was about to become his living nightmare, a failed chance at becoming the wolf he could have grown into in his adulthood. Only eighteen, he'd had so very much ahead of him, yet all of that... Gone, just like that, in an instant.

He panted and panted, the only way he could show his tension, his fear, trying to whimper while the sound lodged itself in his throat. Fuck, he couldn't even cry... How pathetic was that?

But it was latex, he knew it was, the shine of it, the press of it, the feel reminding him a little of the gloves he had had to wear when he'd visited his sick grandfather in hospital. That had been long ago, before the tyrant's rule, before he'd even run for mayor. As dim as the memory was, he knew the latex feel, the smell clawing at his nose.

It covered him all over, spreading like a water spill across the floor, cool and wrapping, close and cloying. There was no escaping it as he panted and panted, some part of him crumbling, breaking, not even realising that he was giving in. Maybe there had never really been all that much fight in Ralph to begin with, though he had never considered himself a fighter either.

Yet there was something there, something other than cool. Something warm and cold at the same time, prickling tingles reaching deeply into his body. He grunted softly in the back of his throat, not even sure whether he made the sound, eyes wide, straining. The latex curled around his shoulders and down his arms, covering his fingers, but his attention was on its reach around his crotch, encasing his soft cock and balls, in their furry nut sack.

"Mmmmnnnn..."

He couldn't help the groan, Greyin's yip of attention joining the fray as the cow scientist watched it all. All with the damned clipboard, though Ralph barely entertained the thought of smacking the fucking thing out of her hands. He couldn't, not as traitorous pleasure thrummed through him, like the cord of an instrument, as if his body had become just that, something to be played to the tune of one greater than he.

"It feels good, doesn't it, handsome puppy," she laughed softly, eyes glittering darkly with something he didn't want to decipher. "You want it to feel good, all over you... You've been aching for so long, so why don't you just stop thinking, hm? It'll be so much better for you. You can come in now."

Ralph tried to shudder, feeling it in his mind but not his body, striped hands coming around him, the wolf trying to brace, whining, the latex pushing up his neck, closing around his chin. There was someone else there, someone that he hadn't seen come in - a tiger? Was that right?

Like it fucking mattered anyway with fear tight around his heart, sudden pressure under his tail forcing him to open up, eyes wide with fear, though he could not let out the scream that he wanted to. The tiger, whoever the hell he was, pressed a black dildo into his exposed backside, something that Ralph had not even thought about in his torture, his debasement, his body put on show for everyone to see. He heaved for breath, tongue hot with the effort he put into panting, straining and trying to bear down, to keep out the intruder through all costs.

"Aw, don't be like that..." The tiger, a male, cooed, though the deep roughness of his tone betrayed a darker enjoyment. "If you relax, it'll go easier for you..."

Ralph gasped, his cock stroked, teased, a harder bulge showing through the latex, though his mind reeled, not catching up with what was happening. Though it was as if his vocal cords had suddenly been released, the muscles of his face relaxing enough that he could speak, whining, whimpering, his tail trying to push down. Unfortunately, that muscle control was beyond him, at least then.

"No... No, I don't want this!"

But the tiger only laughed, stroking his bulge more insistently, teasing it, showing through the latex as if his cock and balls were part of it. The latex flattened his nuts down, not allowing them to show, but there was an artificial-looking bulge around his crotch, every touch there making him want to gasp and heave as if he was about to cum.

"You're cute..."

The tiger stroked him harder, digging his fingers into the latex, groping and squeezing, ramming the dildo deep into his arse. Against his will, Ralph whined with a different note, arousal clamping down around it, need coursing through. Fuck, it would have hurt if he was not gay, perhaps something in his muscles knowing to relax a bit, even though the toy was huge, larger than any he would have kept at home. Did they know even that about him?

"Nooooooo - mmmphhhh!"

He gagged as the latex reached his mouth, sliding around his lips and into his maw, forming a thick, black dildo that gagged him completely, pushing into the back of his throat. Ralph tried to whine, forced to swallow just to keep his throat from locking up around it, eyes watering, though the latex slipped over his head slowly, teasingly, slowly cutting off his ability to breathe.

But it was okay, as the latex slipped into his nostrils, allowing him to breathe more easily, though the threat was there, that it could take away his breath, the air that he needed to stay alive. The latex covered his eyes, turning his world into shades of black and grey melded together, his other senses heightened, his arse so very tight around that toy that it felt as if it was a wonder indeed even that the tiger was able to keep fucking him with it.

Why the fuck did it have to feel so good? He didn't know, could barely think clearly, huffing and panting, tongue playing along the length of the toy in his mouth. He didn't think about it, just doing it, the pleasure too much. Was his cock trying to get hard? It was difficult to tell with the latex, how it pulled so tightly around him, melding into him like a second skin, a part of his skin and his body.

It was wrong, so very wrong, heaving, grunting, losing himself, shaking in place, though the dildo in his arse was relentless. Unable to see what was happening, he grunted and howled, trying to thrash, though his mind refused to let up or even consider understanding that he was very much no longer in control.

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Control was not for a latex drone...

The thought entered his head unbidden and he pressed back away from it, whining.

No... Not for him. Not him.

"Woof!"

Greyin barked as if he was enjoying the show and Ralph's heart ached. Was that it for him? Reduced to...nothing. He didn't want to think what he was being turned into, latex covering every part of him, even over the top of his head like a hood. Maybe he was so nameless and faceless that no one would even be able to tell what species he was under the latex, helpless to the whim of whoever was controlling him. The tyrant king, after all, probably wouldn't trifle with someone like him, or maybe he would enjoy the prospect of using and abusing someone else, adding to his collection.

Who knew? It was not for him, not as the dildo in his arse ground up against his prostate, grinding, humping, thrusting. The tiger's hand expertly controlled it, a hand on his arse, squeezing him through the latex as if even he was enjoying the show. Ralph felt as if pre-cum was leaking from his cock even then, dripping into the suit, though he was drunk on something, lost in the moment, his mind slipping, wavering, though not disappearing.

What was that the cow scientist had said? Was she there still? Something about him losing...his identity?

Fuck...

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He exhaled, slumping mentally, the latex dildo in his mouth dripping something down his throat, which he swallowed reflexively. That was all he could do, gulping it down, working it into the pit of his stomach, falling, fading, becoming...something. Something else.

It was like being drunk, but a sense of clarity cutting through in sensations, while his thoughts remained muddy and swirling.

"Good." That was the tiger, he thought. "Now, we're almost there. Give in. It'll help. You want it to be easier for you, right? You do. You really do."

Maybe they were right. He was already lost. Maybe all there was for him was to be lost, to fade, to forget himself. He didn't want to lose himself, not by any means, but he was captured, intoxicated, nanobots in his body, injections... He didn't know if there was any going back from that, if there ever could have been any hope for him there.

His cock must have been hard, for the tiger took his cock in hand from behind, jerking him off, clasping his latex dick with rigid fervour, as if the feline only saw one course of action ahead. Maybe everything had truly been stripped from the wolf without him even knowing, yet the moment was torn from him, his cock aching, pulsing, feeling like it was dripping and dripping, though he could not tell. He couldn't tell very much of anything at all, not anymore.

No longer did he feel like Ralph, panting, whimpering, moaning. Was he already as bad as Greyin? Had the lion fought as hard as him, or had he given in even more quickly? From what he knew, Ralph was spiralling down the path of debauchery even more swiftly than the lion had. He knew a bit, though a lot were rumours, spread across the forums, yet the truth lay in the sickening curl and twist in the pit of his stomach.

He tried to howl, tried to throw his head back, a few bodily movements allowed back to him, twitches and curls of his fingers, as if the machines were taunting him. Maybe he had been allowed a little more movement, but Ralph's head swam too much for him to think clearly, grunting softly, whuffling in the back of his throat.

"Mmmph... Oooff... Mmm..."

Those were about the only sounds he could make, rolling his head back, panting, eyes half-closed. Not that he could see anything, the latex making him feel that he was in darkness, completely and utterly. Maybe that was to be the rest of his life going forward, possibility after possibility swimming before him, offering a life that he had never contemplated.

What more could there be for him as he thrust and ground, helpless in the control and command of the tyrant king that he had scorned and mocked to such an extent? Even that had been enough to get him captured and his heart sank into his stomach at the thought that his friends, those that he had gotten to know over the forums, the IM services, even the basic, buried chat rooms that were one of the few ways they had thought they could communicate without being tracks... They'd be in the tyrant's grasp too, soon enough. If he was caught, so would they be, if not already.

He thrust, hanging in the air, though not feeling as if he was a dead weight, grunting, moaning, the tiger jacking him off furiously.

"Nearly there, step it up."

"Mmmmmphhhh!"

He grunted around the gag, pressing his tongue desperately against it, though all that seemed to do was to push it a little deeper into his throat. Fuck, he needed it all, shamefully so, his whole body burning up from the inside out. Why he was suddenly so horny he did not know, grunting, groaning, letting his body rock in throes of bliss.

How could a hand feel so damn good?

"Mmmphh... Ohhhh..."

He could barely groan, barely gag, muscles aching as he realised that he was not really thrusting, it had all been a trick. Yet his heart could not sink, not even at the revelation of the mind game, huffing and heaving and driving on. He strained and strained to thrust wildly as he yearned to, yet he was held in place like nothing more than the kinkiest of latex sex dolls, quivering in his latex bondage.

Bondage, yes... Fuck, that's what it was. He was like a latex sex doll, the only difference being that his holes were covered, his mouth and his tail hole. He would have clamped his tail down if he had been able to, pulling at the latex, yet it was held stiff and rigid behind him, even a little raised. It was as if they had thought of everything, batting him around like a domestic non-sapient cat with a mouse, teasing him, toying with him.

Maybe he hadn't stood a chance from the beginning...

The stimulation was too much for him, the cock pumping in his arse, though Ralph could not know that it was now controlled by a mechanical hand, allowing the buff tiger to come around to his front and stimulate his cock, jacking him off furiously. It was all that mattered, sealing in the pleasure, showing the latex wolf what was truly possibly under the king's power, their mayor, their loyal commander. His eyes were covered and the gift of sight would only again be given to the wolf if the king commanded it, though that was none of the tiger's concern. All he was there to do was the king's bidding and that was more than good enough for him.

"Hrrrmmphh... Grrrrrmmmmffff..."

He smirked at the sounds the wolf made around the gag, tapping a button on the control panel to make the dildo gagging him just a little bit larger. Whether that would muffle his cries further or make him all the needier was another question, yet one that the tiger longed to see. He may have been a pawn there himself, playing the role needed for the king in subjecting those that opposed him to humiliating new roles in life, but it was a role that, very much so, he played well.

The scientist in charge of the machines, the cow, made notes occasionally, but there was little for her to do now that Ralph was bound, restrained, everything in motion. Observing, studying, experimenting - yes, those were the gifts that her kind lord, the king himself, had given her. Without him allowing her to work in such a laboratory, she wouldn't have had the chance to do as many experiments as she did daily. She had all the subjects that she could ever have wanted and then some, pursing her lips. The wolf was responding rather well, better than she would have expected for one of his species, the youth uncultured and raw. That could have been a good combination...

She would have to remember that. The cameras recorded everything, sound and images, but she would review the footage extensively later regardless. There would be time.

The wolf, however, tried to arch beautifully, the shudder in his body betraying how there was so much more to what he wanted to do than what showed through his latex form. His snout was roughly covered with latex, obscuring the natural, wolf-ish shape of it, though Ralph would never be aware of that, never again needing to sit before a mirror, not needing to see his reflection. Why would that matter to one who was destined for...?

Oh, look at her. The cow smiled minutely and chuckled to herself. She was getting ahead of herself. Not even she understood the full extent of the king's plans for the wolf, though she was sure she would be a large part of making his vision come true to secure another soul into a suitable place in life. It would be all the better for Ralph.

The wolf knew none of that, trying to thrust, losing himself, trying to turn his head back and forth, the latex tightening and stiffening around him, locking him down in place. There was no need for him to move, not even as he groaned, the cock plunging into his arse at a rapid pace, grinding over his prostate with every thrust. Every dripping leak of pre-cum that his cock spent was absorbed by the latex, though that was beyond Ralph's comprehension, something that he would not need to know as parts of him slipped away, leaving the rest intact.

But what would be gained and what would be lost? What would remain the same? Oh, only time would tell the answer to that one.

"Grrrmmmph..."

He tried to growl, his tongue pressed up against the underside of the leaking dildo in his maw. It had been a long time since he had either had a partner in his mouth or under his tail, but all that would be lost to him, latex cocks all that he had to live for. With one last moan that rolled on and on and on, throat aching with the force of it, he could only let it come, pulse after pulse of cum filling the suit.

No part of him was not covered by latex as the tiger pumped his dick through his orgasm, the pounding force of the cock under his tail not slowing in the slightest, for a machine did not know when to stop. A machine only knew to fuck, to fill him, to follow the set program that it had been directed to. His anal ring tightened around it as the latex wrapped around his dick absorbed every drop of cum that he had to give. His balls ached and ached with every pulse of cum, not feeling as if the orgasm was satisfactory in the slightest, only wanting more, pushing on through the blistering pull of strain in his muscles ringing through.

The tiger pressed his face in close, breath tickling the latex warmly.

"You," the tiger said, "are a mindless drone. This is not your role, this is who you are. The quicker you give in to it, the better for you, trust me."

It could have been as if he was trying to be kind to the wolf, but, well, Ralph would never know. He heaved and panted, whimpering and grunting, though there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to.

"You will be the best helper to the king. You will do everything he or those above you want. There is nothing that will be off-limits to you."

But Ralph didn't want to do that, trying to shake his head even as the latex held him there, his muscles stiff, body aching, desperate to hold on, to cling to what he remembered of himself. Which was a lot, even though his head swam with confusing lust, broken down into nothing, but everything... He was still himself, wasn't he? Would he even know if they had taken his mind in any way? He didn't know, could not know, could not even pin his ears back at the thought.

Nothing was under his control anymore, not as two more cables dropped from the ceiling, locking into the metal rod that was already implanted into his spine. Ralph trembled.

"Nnnnggghhh..."

He could groan, but there was nowhere for him to go, nothing for him to do. Just a drone, a mindless drone, unable to even clench his jaw.

"Do you want to be rewarded?" The tiger probed, finally letting go of his cock, if only for a moment, for there would be more for him to come. "Accept the training. You will be rewarded. There is no more to it than that."

The tiger tapped a couple of buttons, though Ralph was unaware, grunting, trying to push the gag out of his mouth, furiously trying to deny it. No! No, he could not do it, he wouldn't say anything bad about the king ever again if he was let go! If he was let free, he wouldn't do anything, he'd go back to his boring life and he would do his work in the supermarket and he would be a pawn in his plan.

But that would have been of the wolf's design and, well...that simply wasn't an option anymore. The king had a plan for him, just one of his many subjects, one that would play a bigger role than ever could have been expected, though he would still be a pawn.

A drone.

But he felt the dildo vibrating in his backside, pumping deeper, pulsing, his body accepting it even if his mind screamed in soundless rebellion. He felt the tiger's hand groping his arse, digging in through the latex, using him, abusing him, showing him a sliver of what his life was to become, all against his will.

Ralph closed his eyes, though it did not make any difference to the darkness of the latex that he was already closed into. He wanted to rock back, to grind onto it, to chase that throb of pleasure like it was the high of a drug that he had only just learned existed, seeping into his veins, intoxicating him, addicted to the extreme.

Maybe he had been drugged. His head swam, pounding, aching. What was he doing again? Ralph hardly knew, pleasure swamping him, despite the tightness in his backside, the burn around his nuts, as if there was too much pressure there to honestly be comfortable.

That was how it was going to be from now on, he thought dimly, aching, fearful, lost in his mind. There was no way for him to move, wanting to cum, wanting to thrust, wanting that pleasure. Yet...why did he want it? Shouldn't he still have been horrified? Shouldn't he still have been trying to escape? Yet escape itself felt like even more of a fallacy when he could not even twitch his ears or flick his tail, the closing embrace of the latex more restrictive than ever.

Fuck...

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He groaned, licking the dildo in his maw, though his tongue could barely wiggle down the length of it, flicking and curling around the base. Ah, that was better, something that he could focus on with the growing, driving need to cum again. Was it what he had swallowed...? Did that mean something? Had that done something to him? Oh, but he could not think about it, chasing the high, trying to push on and...

"Aaaarghhh!"

...what was that? He reeled in horror, body aching, his cock...softening! Why was it going soft? He needed it hard! Needed it to be hard, aching, thrusting, grinding, doing something. But he couldn't do anything about it, not even with the pulses of pleasure trembling through him, the shape of his cock showing through but less and less and less.

"Mmmph! Mmmmmph! Mmmph! Mmm!"

"I think he wants something," the tiger laughed. "Oh, dear, I did tell you to obey. Obey and you will be rewarded with pleasure. Do you think it is that difficult, wolf?"

It should not have been, not in the principles of it. But his cock softened and softened even with all the pleasure he felt until it was completely soft, wrapped in latex from all sides and angles, a huge, latex bulge between his legs. If he had been free to move, the bulge would have been big enough to hinder him from actually walking, Ralph not privy to the lock symbol that formed over the top of it in a shade of bright red that could not possibly be missed. It sealed itself to him with a white circle around it, drawing the eye, the cow scientist making yet another note in her papers.

"Interesting... He should be an asset."

The tiger smirked. His tail lashed behind him in a feline flick of arousal, excited more than anything else, though he would have taken any chance given to him to train more for the king's enjoyment. There was a place for even those souls in the world the king formed for them, after all, which was more than he could ever have hoped for in the new world.

It had not been like that for him, not before. He'd been lost, wandering, until the king had taken him into his employ, found the perfect role for him in training those that were fitted with control mechanisms, the rods that were locked into their spines. It was not for him, of course, for the king had a better place for him, the tiger looking up to him with the utmost respect. It was as if the king saw right through a person to who they were inside, cutting to the quick and showing him the anthro that he could become.

What did he need? He tried to twist and grunt, though his need was so great that he didn't even feel able to vocalise anything, only strangled noises emerging from his throat.

"Eeemmmmmpppff... Mmmmmggghhhh..."

It was all he could do, all that felt accessible to him, eyelids fluttering, though there was no distinction between open and closed for him. His tail tried to flick, though his body no longer wanted to clamp down, pleasure swamping him. The pounding of the toy was intoxicating, making him want it more and more. It was surprisingly easy to forget the outside world with the toy cramming him full, wave after wave of tantalising pleasure sweeping his body, pounding through, aching deeply. It was a good kind of ache and a bad kind at the same time, not something that he could honestly decipher in the heat of the moment, grunting, groaning, tongue playing helplessly against the toy in his mouth.

If he focused a little more on that, maybe it would be easier for him, he thought dimly, trying his best, clawing to any scraps of reality that he felt he could cling onto, sink his teeth into. He dug in and down, sucking on it, rooting himself in that reality. He remembered doing that with someone else, a wolf partner when it had been his first time. They had been awkward and tentative and as gentle as they had been able to be, that first time together. It was the best way to have a first time, after all, with a friend, someone who they both could trust, hand in hand.

The current moment may have not been anything at all like that, though Ralph leaned heavily on the memory with a whimper that meant far more than a cry for help, holding all his regrets, his memories, the plays on life that would never come to fruition, now that he was captured.

But he could remember, he could pretend that the gagging force of the latex dildo in his maw, cramming into his throat, forcing him to drink down whatever it was that was leaking from it, was his old friend. It was better that way, to think that it emanated the warmth of a living body, that it was just a young wolf's excitement dripping down his throat, nothing more sinister. His friend had been so leaky, though it had only been a few months back. They hadn't wanted to "wait any longer" when they were of age, though it was a wonder that hormones hadn't done the job for them earlier still. Maybe the time with the tyrant in charge had separated them more than they thought, those with an ounce of sense in their heads staying home more often, all to avoid his eye and attention.

It had been sweet. Clumsy, but sweet. He imagined it was his friend's cock, twirling his tongue around it desperately, pleasure coursing through him, pump after pump of pleasure spreading through him. Yet it came with a throb of need too, fearful, plaintive need, straining as if the height of it was not to come.

No... Ralph squirmed. No, he wouldn't think about that, could not think about that. He didn't want to think that he wouldn't be allowed to cum after all that, that he was weak and helpless in his grasp. Maybe if he clung onto a tiny sliver of his past, he would be okay, he would be able to remain himself, in some way, holding onto the memory.

The feel of a hard cock in his maw, his tongue slipping along the underside, curling around the base, soft and flexible. Yet what was in his muzzle was hard and unyielding and not the soft flesh that he remembered, dragging him far, far too harshly back to reality, grunting and moaning, his eyelids heavy.

Weary, he was so weary. Was this how all the others, the ones that he had mocked, that had gone before, had felt too? They had gone through similar and he was one of the nameless, as much as he fought and strained and struggled and held onto a past that, in a way, was no longer his own. How could it ever be his own when it would never be used to shape his future?

His mind locked onto the sensation of the cock in his arse, the tiger no longer touching him, yet Ralph knew without truly seeing or knowing that he was being watched. He knew that they were there, that their gazes were locked onto him, though there was nowhere for him to go. He did not feel as exposed as he had before, but his body was out of his control, useless and grinding, trying with all his might to force his frozen muscles to hump back on that thick shaft.

The tiger laughed as he whined, tongue lashing, playing around the toy in his maw. It was too much! He had to cum - what were they doing to him? Why wasn't his dick getting hard? And why did it all still have to feel so good even without that? It was wrong, so wrong, fear closing around his heart, an icy chill, at how soft his cock was. He'd never felt anything like that before, much less when his cock had been as soft as that.

Nothing made sense, not even as the tiger's paw came down on his arse, laughing, patting, almost as if he was something mindless, something unthinking, or maybe simply an object. That could have been all that he should have considered himself to be, though Ralph was not so far gone, not yet, that he had forgotten who he was. He didn't want to forget.

"Oh, in time, perhaps you will cum again," the tiger told him, though being told something did not mean that it was paired with understanding. "The training can commence."

Grabbing the twitching, aching, whimpering wolf's bulge in his paw, the tiger laughed aloud, rubbing it, teasing it, showing him what pleasure could be his, well...without orgasm. What need did a drone have for something like that, after all? He squeezed hard, rubbing and manipulating, cruelly showing him what pleasure was available even then, the wolf whining and gasping, hacking and gulping around the toy in his mouth. He'd best get used to it, considering what his fate was to be.

"Drone, this is your life now. Get used to it."

There was no empathy in his voice, not as he rubbed that bulge, delighting in his control. Of course, he was not truly the one in control, considering that it was the king who dominated everything, but the tiger was quite okay with that. That was all well and good, as long as he had his place in the new order of the world too, knowing where he belonged and all that he could do to serve in his own way.

The drone would have a life too, his fingers digging into his bulge, causing a spark of pain from how the wolf's head flinched lightly, though that could have just been his imagination. He wouldn't have much minded seeing Ralph, though he would be nameless from now on, useless and squirming in his bondage. Being so restrained that he could barely even move a muscle or two to flinch, however, was hot from his perspective too.

The wolf was not privy to that, barely even realising that things were changing, that he was being groped. All he knew was that every drop of pleasure that he had thought could not get any higher ramped up tenfold, the dildo in his arse vibrating furiously. It plunged deep with every thrust, using every inch of length at its disposal, the vibrations pulsing through a cycle that Ralph could not have hoped to predict, even if he had been in his right mind.

No! He couldn't let it do that to him! With all the energy left in his body, the strength that he had not even known he'd had, he clenched down, straining and bearing down to keep that toy out of him. It was a failed effort, of course, something that he should not have had to do, yet the toy fucked him all the faster, the pace ramping up. It even seemed to be producing its own lubrication, perhaps dripping like the latex cock in his maw, pushing in harder and faster, ramming by any resistance that he managed to put up.

It was too much for him, all very much too much, his eyes rolling back into his head, trembling on the edge of blacking out. He would have liked to black out, waves of torturous pleasure rolling through him without bringing him to the high that he needed, his body braced, straining for something he did not understand. The pleasure was too much! He had to cum...yet even that was taken from him! He couldn't cum, the latex pressing in around his cock, but he didn't know if they had done something else to him or if it was the pressure of the latex that stopped him from getting hard.

It was worse than anything, so lustful and overwhelmed that he could not even moan, trembling, aching, bracing. It was worse even than having a sounding rod inserted into his urethra, something that he had heard happened to others that had been captured, but he could only dimly recognise that, ultimately, everything had to come from the metal rod that had been implanted into his back, following the line of his spine. Everything would come down to that as he grunted faintly, barely able to enunciate a single sound.

The tiger chuckled, giving him a pat on the butt, fingers digging in for a brief moment.

"Train well, drone."

There was no reason for the tiger to remain and Ralph was left wondering whether he had been left alone or if he was still being watched, though it would have been prudent to assume that there was always someone observing him. Before his capture, he would have thought himself savvy with regards to knowing what was happening around him, things always changing, being alert. He'd thought it was a "wolf thing". Maybe not though. Maybe it was something that had been dead on arrival, always obtuse, always slow, never really knowing what was happening, what was around him.

The dildo stilled, begging attention, his body straining to hump and grind, wanting that pleasure back. The memory if it lingered in him, hissing and snarling, winding through him, though his real memories slipped away as he pressed on, trying to get that ecstasy back, even if the peak was, seemingly, not to be his.

Oh, why, oh, why... Why wouldn't they let him cum?

A machine-generated voice echoed through the speaker system, filling the air around him with a crackle of tinny noise.

"Personality removal, beginning. Setting... Drone."

No!

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Continued in part two...