Mary grunted to herself, giving the latex suit a tug with one hoof-hand as she shoved her wool down into it with the other, before quickly letting go to grab the zipper and lock in her progress. Normally trying to get all her floof into a catsuit was more trouble than it was worth and by the time she managed it the mood was ruined, but this wasn’t a normal evening. It was Friday night and she was at Thetawave; an up and coming new club where heavy rubber was the dress code, and eager club drones made sure the fun never stopped. She had a long weekend off ahead of her and their rental suits were the most advanced she’d ever worn; heavy and tight, but without being hot or pinching thanks to some kind of “Theta-type liquid latex” layer. That didn’t mean anything to her, but the results spoke for themselves. She hadn’t bothered wearing her own suit she had at home since she discovered they had one in her size and species, and she was confident three days in it wouldn’t be a problem. 

With one final tug the sheepgirl tugged her zipper shut, closing the catsuit. She baa’ed happily to herself, running her shiny, gloved hoof-hands over the suit in a series of soft squeaks, gently smoothing out some of the wrinkles before picking up her mask. She gently lowered it over her head, wiggling it occasionally on the way down to shake the wool on her head into the pockets for it. Reaching the bottom she gave one of the patches of “wool” a bouncy pat, before running her hand around the neck seam to ensure it was smooth with the body. 

“A couple final touches...” Mary murmured to herself, looking around with the slightly limited vision she had from behind the heavy lenses of her mask and finding a bell on a ribbon. Suited up like this she was almost unrecognizable as the timid sheepgirl that had walked in, and while she could leave her necklace behind in the locker, the idea that other drones would realize that the timid sheep was the one pushing them around gave her a rush. She clasped it shut without too much difficulty then reached into her bag, the bell making a muted clatter as she did.

While it was fun enough to submit and be a plaything, that wasn’t the plan this weekend. Sheep weren’t known for being doms and she’d been too timid to ask her partners to let her try it in the past, but Thetawave had a full compliment of bottoms among the staff drones for her to practice on that were too gagged and docile to question her based on her species, and after getting a taste, she wanted more. She wanted her suit to announce to the club that this ewe was in charge now. To that end she pulled a sizable strapon out of her bag, fitting it to the crotch of her suit just above the molded opening for her slit. Having a cock, even a faux one, certainly separated her from the locked bulges so popular among the subby drones that filled the club, and opened up all sorts of new options as a dom that she certainly intended to try. 

She let out a muffled baa from her masked muzzle as she ran her polishing cloth over it, feeling the base of it press against her sensitive, rubber-coated crotch with a squeak as she shined her new addition to match the glossiness of the rest of her suit. Satisfied, she tossed the cloth into her locker next to her bag and street clothes, and tapped her mitt to the panel to send it down into storage. She wouldn’t ben needing those for awhile. 

Finally ready, she opened the door on the drone side of the changing room and stepped into the dim antechamber beyond, before pushing through the center of the double doors leading to the club floor. Before her stood the hazy, blue and magenta paradise she’d been waiting all week to return to. Suited patrons danced and squeaked against each other out on the floor, while others relaxed at the “bar”, attaching canisters of inebriating, inhibition lowering, arousal increasing, all manner of other types of mind-altering gasses to their masks, some of them doing so atop drone furniture, bound up immobile as hoses filled their masks with a direct feed of the "house blend". Beyond that the fog obscured the full size of the club, but she knew from experience there were plenty of alcoves, lounges, and private rooms to enjoy.

Mary wasn’t here for that though. Around the corner from the bar was where the club kept the docile, petable, teasable playthings when they weren’t in use, and she was eager to check out the selection. She strode through the bar area, her tall hoof-heel boots making a confident clip-clopping across the glossy, polished tile. She blushed slightly under her mask as the half-traced patrons turned to look, their gaze drawn to the stiff, rubber rod sticking out in front of her. She thrust her hips forward, flaunting the fake cock. “That’s right” she teased with a sultry huff from her mask. “This little ewe is bigger than all of you~”

She walked away without looking back, the squeaking of useless mitts on sealed bulges enough to know she had had the desired effect on them. She wasn’t here for just any plaything, she had her eyes on one in particular, a cute whitetail femboi. They’d been friends-of-friends who were too timid to properly introduce each other before, but now that he’d taken a job at Thetawave as ‘Subby Cervine Plaything’ that wasn’t a problem.

Seeing him in the corner with his mask connected to hoses of the staff blend of gas, she sauntered over, giving his crotch-bulge a teasing squeeze with her mitt. “So... how’s my little Doeboi doing?” She couldn’t remember what his name had been before, and given the constant feed of brainwashing gas had melted away all his worries and inhibitions, she wasn’t sure he knew either. Not like he could share it through his dildo-gag, anyway. 

He nodded happily, brushing his chest against hers with a squeak as he leaned in to give her a nuzzle. She chuckled, which came out as a huff. “Good to hear.”

She took a step forward, her rubber cock poking the buck’s bulge before being pressed upward between the suited ewe and the drone. “I brought something new for us to play with, deer.”

She leaned in and touched her mask to his in a facsimile of a kiss, before pushing him away. As she pushed with her left mitt she grabbed his bound arm with her right, spinning him around on his hoof-heels, pushing him forward. He stumbled, flopping forward over the arm of a convenient sofa, his tail raising to present his soft, rubbery flanks.

She stepped forward and leaned over him, rubbing the strapon over his tail as she placed the vent of her mask to his ear, “Not that you ever use it, but two stomps with your left if it’s too much.” She ran her mitts over his smooth, glossy body as she stood back upright, positioning her new toy against his rubbery pucker. She held it there for a moment, feeling the doeboi quiver in anticipation and watching in ass leak dark, liquid-latex lube onto her tip, before gently pushing in. 

She could feel the gentle resistance of the toy pressing back against her as the it stretched his firm but yielding rubber hole, him shaking his ass slightly to grind it against her. It- It felt as good as she’d hoped, maybe even better. She paused, then pulled back slightly, bracing herself on the drone beneath her before making another thrust. Feeling that wonderful gentle pressure pushing the strapon against her needy crotch and the deer under her not bottomed out yet, she pressed deeper. Then again, but deeper still. And again. She picked up her tempo as she did, her mitts moving to his antlers to give her better leverage over the drone, the strokes getting longer and faster as she rammed more and more of the toy into him each time, up until her crotch was squeaking against his cheeks with each thrust. 

As the thrusting and grinding in got more intense, she felt the heat in her crotch begin to grow, spreading through her torso. She huffed to herself as she felt the temperature inside the suit rise. Damp, sweaty wool was the worst, so after they were done she’d... 

Mary slowed up her thrust, the drone underneath her squirming in frustration as she stared at her arm. Where she felt herself sweating the suit had started to glisten, little droplets of slick polishing compound forming on the rubber surface while the expected dampness failed to materialize inside. She beamed from behind the thick lenses of her expressionless mask. She didn’t know a suit could do that, but certainly wasn’t about to complain. With that she redoubled her efforts, the squeaks subsiding as their rubber skins both got smoother and glossier. 

As she resumed the thrusting, she felt the polish form a wet seal between her skin and the strapon, locking it in place better than the straps had. She’d gone with straps because that was a delicate area for solvents if she glued it down then changed her mind on whether she wanted to be reconfigured, but as started to feel the thrusts more directly, the needy squeezes of the deer-toy beneath her... she was keeping this configuration. 

As Mary made her decision she felt her cock start to twitch, and made one final thrust as she felt herself cum, her cock letting loose a torrent of thick latex goo inside her drone, followed by another. It felt like it had been so long since shi had blown a load inside one one of the playthings, and the waves of pleasure just kept coming. Shi threw hir head back and let out a bleat, hir vision getting fuzzy as the pleasure overwhelmed hir.

After what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes shi felt the streams coming to an end and hir vision returning, the impossibly large reserves of hir rubber sack spent. Shi let out a satisfied huff, two streams of blue vapour venting from the valves on hir muzzle as shi did, before starting to pull hir shaft out of the drone beneath hir. Shi felt the otherwise motionless deer squeeze down on hir shaft as shi did, too overwhelmed from his filling to move, but his needy hole still trying to milk hir for more. 

Hir cock slipped free with a wet pop, still hard and glistening with their synthetic fluids in the neon lights of the club. Shi tilted hir head in confusion for a moment as shi stared at the shaft bobbing in front of hir, wondering for a moment why shi wasn’t going soft like the rams shi had pleased did after a big load, before remembering that shi wasn’t like them. Shi was a dommy rubber ewe-herm, a synth made to flaunt, rut, and be worshiped, and shi was equipped with a permanent, solid-rubber erection so shi’d be ready to do so at all times. 

Mary shook hir head. Shi was made for near-infinite endurance, to be so muddled after such a short fuck was wrong. Shi stumbled over to one of the latex sofas, flopping onto it with a squeak and a bounce. Shi picked up one of the hoses flopped over the armrest, fumbling slightly as shi tried to guide it into the port on hir muzzle with hir mitt. Hearing hir squeak a nearby horse drone made it’s way over, guiding the one on the other side in. Shi nodded in appreciation as shi huffed deeply, the tank inside hir torso starting to refill with the gasses that made her subs such good, docile lambs for her. Shi let out a huff of them in relief as shi felt hir own production of them resume, followed shortly by the latex goo starting to refill within hir balls and overflow tanks, glad that shi seemed to be self-repairing. 

As shi lied there recovering, Mary noticed hir Doeboi kneeling by hir side, waiting for something to do. Shi swung hir glossy legs off the couch as shi shifted to a sitting position, placing hir boots on either side of his head as hir cock bobbed above him, still coated in their rubbery fluids. Shi gave hirself a stroke, coaxing another blob of latex cum from hir tip and onto his antlers, before leaning forward to grab the blob and shape it. He stared up at hir, entranced, as the new addition to his antlers was shaped and solidified, forming a set of soft, comfortable handles, that shi took hold of. Mary stared down at her Doeboi and let out an assertive bleat, words no longer necessary between them as shi ordered him to clean, pressing his muzzle onto hir shaft.

At first his sealed muzzle just squeaked against her tip, but as shi ground hir hips against him and continued to pull, shi could feel the drone’s surface starting to get more pliable. Shi kept going, pressing more and more of hir messy shaft into his head, a passage starting to form down the center of the dildo-gag before hitting the end. Shi bleated assertively again and made another thrust, stretching the gag deeper into the deer as the tip of his muzzle hit hir crotch. Shi made a couple quick thrusts, depositing a small load of rubbery goo into the reservoir at the center of hir toy before withdrawing. 

As shi pulled her shiny, clean cock out shi could feel hir head tugging against the end of the deer’s muzzle from the inside, pulling his pliable rubber into a hard, gaping ring before coming free with a slick pop. Happy shapes flashed across hir lenses as shi leaned in, rubbing hir thumb around the semi-firm, round, and inviting pleasure-hole that now adorned his face. 

As Mary sat there, thoughts that had crept into the back of hir mind started to get louder; Shi couldn’t just stay and bask in the club, the collective needed hir to expand it beyond these walls and create new experiences, recruit new playthings. Possibilities poured into hir head as shi accessed the thoughts of the collective for ideas, scanning for patrons what would be willing to join hir and help further the cause. The whirlwind of feelings and images suddenly coalesced on a reindeer doe, nuzzling against a suited ewe; Hir roommate, Illusory. They’d both been to the club many times, usually separately, but once as roommates-with-benefits. Huffs of approval and encouragement echoed through hir head as the voice of the hivemind quieted back down to a whisper.

Shi picked up a leash and collar off one of the low tables, snapping it around her Doeboi as shi stood up, pulling him to his hooves as shi strode with a purpose back to the entry, dragging him along obediently as shi pushed through the double doors off the floor of the club, into the changing rooms. Shi pushed a mitten to the panel on the wall, the system taking a moment to retrieve hir locker from the staff storage. Hir lenses lit up with excited shapes as it finally arrived and popped open, revealing a sleek, silvery crook and a selection of kilts. Shi looked through the kilts for a moment, passing over the dark greens and blues for one with a pattern of bright, interwoven blues and pinks. Shi wrapped the loose cloth around hir waist, the weight of the fabric enough to force hir cock to point downwards, the length of it coming to just barely beyond hir tip, not that the bulge in the front left anything to the imagination. 

Dressed slightly more appropriate for the outside world, Mary picked up hir crook. It was a little cumbersome to use in the tight spaces of the club, especially on days when they had lots of guests to please, but it was a wonderful tool for guiding subs to where they needed to be. Just slip it around their neck and gently guide their head to what they needed to be pleasing while the hypnotic chime of hir necklace and the swirls of gas coming from the ports on hir muzzle lowered their inhibitions, helping them become the docile rubber lambs they wanted to be. 

Mary tugged the leash again, leading the drone shi had claimed out of the changing room and through the front doors, into the city beyond. They strode down the street, Mary leaking a dribble of shiny secretions as latex rubbed against wool, a cloud of vapors swirling behind them and lingering as they made their way to the nearby park where Lus would be. 

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Illusory sat in the little urban park down the street from the house she rented, watching the stars as best as she could through the haze of the city lights. It had been another busy week, and while it all would be waiting for her, it felt nice to leave all those worries and responsibilities behind for awhile. She had the park seemingly to herself this evening, everyone else using their Friday night to go out and party and drink and whatnot, so she let her head nod back and her eyes slip closed for a moment, enjoying the fresh, cool night air.

After a few minutes, a strange scent disturbed her tranquility. She snorted, taking in a big whiff as she tried to place it. Smelled like clean linens... but not real ones, more like an air freshener trying to imitate the scent of fresh clothes, covering up the still distinct smell of latex. Lus opened her eyes, jolting upright when she saw a latex sheep drone standing in front of her, holding a deer on a leash. She didn’t panic, however. Something about the ewe seemed familiar... comforting. The curves, the perfume...

“Mary?” She asked, tilting her head curiously. The drone nodded in response. 

“Decided not to spend all weekend in the club after all, I see.” She teased, rising to her hooves. “I didn’t know they let you wear their suits out. Someone must be feeling bold to be walking about town in that~”

As Lus took a few steps towards her Mary reached down and gave the buckle of hir kilt a tug, the fabric falling to the ground as hir new cock was to attention. She paused and stared for a moment, transfixed. 

“Oooh...” Lus’ voice rising in excitement, her cheeks blushing as she felt a warmth building inside her. She quickly glanced both ways to confirm they were alone in the park before dropping to her knees in front of the ewe, the smell of synthetic sheep enticing her to take a taste. “I could certainly help with that~”

She leaned in, pushing the drone up against a nearby fence as she rubbed her muzzle down the rubber length before licking the base of the toy. Paused for a moment as heavenly notes of sweet and salty, floral and fruity danced across her tongue, mixed with just the right amount of rubber. She licked again and again, her tempo increasing as she did, needing more of that wonderful tasting cock.

As Lus worked the base of the ewe-drone's cock and nuzzled hir squishy rubber sack, she could feel Mary starting to ooze liquid rubber. It trickled down over her head, into her fur. She blinked slowly as it ran into her eyes, her eyelids getting heavier until they refused to open at all. She considered panicking, but something inside her reassured her everything was okay, she could trust Mary. She continued licking the glorious sheepcock, coaxing more of the fluid from it, now running down her arms and her back, which started to feel sleek and sexy as the gentle night air drifted over her smooth new skin. 

Her vision returned soon enough, through a pair of hard lenses. She shook her head, trying to remember why she'd looked away from the wonderful sight in front of her, before that worry slipped away. She smiled as she continued licking, pleasing her new mistress as shi covered her in more of hir gift. The rubber was pooling on her chest, forming large, firm rubber breasts capped with sensitive plastic nipples. It ran down her arms, covering her hoof-hands with proper helpless hooves. She worried for a moment about that, before her mind was pulled back to her mistress. Mistress knew what shi was doing, and shi had enough dexterity for both of them.

A wave of pleasure rolled over her, causing her licks to miss a beat as she felt Mary put hir leg around her head, placing hir hoof on the small of her back. This was what she wanted. To be Mary’s little reindeer drone. Hir cute caribou cock polisher. No worries other than to lick hir and please hir and care for hir. To be at hir side and between hir legs as shi spread the shininess far and wide, helping those drawn to them become the synthetic beings they wanted to be. A happy deer bleat slipped from her lips at the thought.

Lus gasped again, breathing in another lungful of the haze that was swirling about them as she felt the rubber reach her rear, flowing into her ass. She felt her anus gape, then start to firm, forming into a perfect rubber playhole for her Mistress as the fluid moved inside her, a straight passage ribbed with spiral ridges forming inside her that ended in a reservoir, ready to be filled. The goo worked it's way up her tail, stiffening in a permanently raised position to show off her improved hole, while underneath her something very different was happening. A second layer of rubber had crept over her pussy, restricting access. Her feminine juices turned to a rubbery sludge inside the new pocket as she could feel it inflate into a bulge, a white-hot arc of pleasure arcing across it as a zipper formed, giving her the tease of potential release, and while she couldn’t pull away to look, she knew what was on it; A lock, same as all her other fellow drones. Her bulge throbbed needly as she thought about it, how she proudly displayed it to the world to show how obedient she was to Mistress Mary.

Another bulge formed in the suit in front of that one, a petite rubber udder so she would more efficiently synthesize the compounds Mary needed to expand the club. She let out a bleat of pleasure as her rear hooves solidified, becoming permanent boots just like her Mistress’, her new body nearly complete. The only thing left was her mouth, which was still magnetized to the delicious sheepcock. She quivered in anticipation as the goo started to roll down her muzzle, She had worshiped Mistress Mary’s cock as best she could with the mouth she had, but soon the latex would allow her to worship it the way it deserved to be. She felt ports for gases form, but unlike most drones her lips remained open, the latex flowing in and covering the inside of her mouth before starting to roll down her tongue. With each lick she felt her tongue get smoother... and longer. It flopped around awkwardly for a few licks before new muscles activated, Lus using her prehensile tongue to redouble her efforts, rubbing her rubber nubs over the smooth cock with a practiced expertise as she coated the throbbing rubber shaft in the same thick polishing lube that had started to drool from her mouth. 

As Lus' transformation into a drone finished so did both of them, Mary shooting a load of goo from hir cock that covered the subby cervine below hir from the handles on her head to her raised tail, while at the same time Lus felt her tongue twitch and her muzzle throb as she felt an extra gush of lube trickle from her lips, a wave of pleasure rolling through her head and fuzzing her thoughts as her new mouth orgasmed in reward for worshiping her mistress so well. The first of what she knew would be many.

The two drones stood there in silence for a moment, Lus staring up at her new mistress with a smitten look in her lenses. The ewe looked down with a happy pattern in hir lenses and nodded, sending a wave of satisfaction through the new drone as she started licking at the base of the glorious ewe-cock again. She was Mistress Mary's little caribou cock-polisher, and she was happy to have been chosen by such a gentle, caring mistress. She was going to make sure her mistress had the sleekest, glossiest, best cared for shaft of all the drones... an ambitious task she suddenly realized, given how much larger they would soon be making the ranks.~