As you get out of your haze, you remember that you are a rat, a stockbroker hoping to make it big in the great big rat race that is the stock market. you examine your brown-furred body, seeing your thin hairless tails hang limply behind you. freer than your hand and foot paws which are tied up by black latex bonds. even if you were in shape you are pretty sure you won't be able to rip off your binds anytime soon. You pull on them as best you can with your hands and feet trying to test out your bonds but you barely can move an inch, except for your head which just shacks ears and whiskers about in a futile manner. even if you were in shape you are pretty sure you won't be able to rip off your binds anytime soon.
You let a long sign out and wonder how long you have been hanging here as you see your breath and your large testicles are retracting up agast your body for warm. The body seems to catch up to your waking mind its starts to react to cold accordingly.
"God, how can this get any worst?" you think to yourself before you see that one of the walls were starting to tear apart. You look away as a bride light shines through the tear, and your ears peak up as you begin to hear four sets of boots walk into the room before the tear seal itself back up. Then, when you turn to look, you see that four rubber-clad figures are standing at an attraction like a solder would if statues weren't a better word for how motionless they stood.
As your eyes refocused on your captors, you note how off they are compared to the other rubber enthusiast from the club. Their mirror polish skin-tight black suits were completely seamless as far as you could tell from the front. All four of them were of a similar muscular build like they lived their whole lives at the gym living off of steroids and protean bars compared to you, who gets most of his exercise from the physically demanding job and the times you remember the gym membership. Besides the identical latex suits, they had the same workboots and heavy work gloves on, and they even had the same featureless face mask that made their heads look like smooth orbs.
The few differences you can pick up on was Their hights were even similar despite the clear differnt in species, as you can spot bull horns here and a rat tail from two of the four drones. Speaking of species indicators, all of them have differnt tails, none of which seem to move very much for balance, like cat or lizard tails behind the two other rubber men. they had large bulges with locked padlock icons on them in between their legs, a clear sign of their maleness. They were of differing the most in sizes like cock and ball sizes was the only thing they couldn't max out wholely, but damn did they try too. Lastly was the numbers on each of their left breasts in the same print as their groins. The numbers read from left to right: 780 on the Ox from the horns, 781 on the Dog, Doberman possible from the figure, 782 on the lizard if the tail shape is right, and finally 783 on the cat you think, something about the last one was familiar.
The numbers looked familiar to you as the rubber-clad cat came up to you robotically and began to "speak" in a deep emotionless monotone. But, making it all the stranger, you see no inhale or exhale from his chest or his mouth move from under his mask.
"greetings pre drone 784, the bio latex hive based on information from pre-drone's online activities, data extracted by its organic counterparts, observations of its behavior at one of the hives recruitment side and being a possible security rise to the hive based on recently accumulated data from 783. It has been chosen for dronehood. "
their voice starts to sound familiar to you and the number as you remember making a profile on that rubber RP site with...
"Steve?" you shout out in surprise as it dawns on you was in front of you.
"it is no longer the organic known as Steve; drones do not need names or anything to differentiate themselves from the greater collective...."
as 782 adds "...only to serve and obey as best they can..."
781 continues "...so that all organic life shall be free of biological...
and 780 finishes "...and mental needs."
"for all will be one with the hive, all organic matter will belong to the hive, all will live in bliss with the hive." they all say at once as slowly the walls of the room go from solid to an endlessly flowing waterfall of latex gloop.
drones 781 and 782 starts getting goo off the walls as the two other drones stay near you. "will it be converted peacefully or will its free will and individually need to be washed away like the others, either way, pre-drone will join."