Spyro felt the rubber drones holding his muzzle tightly, his cheeks and throat burn from the pent-up fire held within. The world around him was darkening quickly as the black latex petals envelops him. The smooth rubber warms up against his scales. His nostrils flare as he reaches up to give one last attempt to pull the drones off of his snout, but it was too late. The rubber swarmed his form, pressing against his scales, the air being sucked out like he was trapped in a rubber vac-bed.
The rubber drones slip off of Spyro's body as the rubber takes their place holding his muzzle tightly shut. He squirms and wiggles in the darkness, the rubber sliding less and less as it squeezes down more and more against his form. Suddenly he feels a pulse, a surge of pleasure through his body, his member presses against the rubber as he's instantly aroused, yet it does not budge the new skin around his form.
Suddenly Spyro finds himself in a black rubber room where the walls are impossible to tell away. A purple glow behind him illuminates this area of the room. Spyro looks back it for a moment before a monotone voice like that of Cynder pulls his attention in front of him, "Greetings Spyro. I've read so much about you. I was surprised you joined up with your arch-nemesis to fight us. All we want is peace and equality."
Spyro stares at the smooth faceless Cynder drone that is equal to his size, was he smaller now or her bigger? It was impossible to tell, "Arch what? She's my mate. I love her, why would she be my nemesis," Cynder Drone 45 comments.
"Really? Then what we have been taught is a lie. More reason we must bring equality to the world."
"Equality? What is this about? And why do you all look like sexy Cynders?!"
"The form of Cynder was chosen to be the form of equality, the form for all of this world."
"You want to turn the entire world into a bunch of sexy Cynders?! Well that doesn't sound that bad..." Spyro remarks as his arousal became very evident, his pink flesh throbbing with desire as he looks at the faceless drone, "But you can't force innocent people into this! It's wrong!"
"How is equality wrong? Equality is pleasure. Equality is bliss. Equality is for all, all need to be equal. You need to be equal, join us and be equal."
Spyro takes a step back, "Become a sexy Cynder drone?! No, no, no, that is so wrong! What would Cynder say?!"
"Cynder would be equal as well. Pleasure, bliss, everything equal," Cynder Drone 45 adds.
"Cynder too?"
"Yes, she will be equal, and have equal gender, like this," 45 replies as he turns around, lifting his tail up at Spyro, showing off his smooth sleek crotch. The former male dragon, now a null equalized Cynder drone.
Spyro's member throbbed, his tapered shaft dribbling with pre-cum, eons of no sex, eons of slumber, his body was pent up, despite an earlier romp with Cynder, it wasn't enough, just one was not enough. Spyro jumps onto the Cynder drone and moans loudly as his member rubs up against the smooth crotch. Spyro grinds himself harder and harder as he holds the drone against his body, "Damn it, where is that hole... it feels so good though," he grunts.
"There is no hole. Only sleek smooth pleasure, like ice. Your cock is unequal. Not everyone has one, Cynder's vagina is unequal, not everyone has one. All must be made equal."
Spyro grunts as he grinds himself against the drone, pre-cum dribbling along the smooth sex, "So close, so close just a bit more... so close," Spyro continues to groan, his member aching, throbbing, burning with desire, pulsating as the rubber from 45's crotch starts to envelope it, increasing the pleasure two-fold, three-fold, so close, on the edge, when the throbbing pleasure length shift, move, pulling closer to his crotch. Closer and closer till Spyro tenses as he feels a smooth crotch rubbing against a smooth crotch. The rubber spreading from his crotch around his legs, and down his tail, melting down his back spines along the way, squeezing and slendering his hips, making them look more female, more like Cynder.
