The world was dark when Caitlin woke from her star filled slumber.

A galaxy of half-forgotten dreams played though her mind. Thoughts of being ambushed by some strange draconic villain. Ideas of submission filling her mind in endless waves that she couldn't comprehend. There was even the feeling of blankness as it stretched throughout her consciousness, eating away at whatever random thoughts she could have had. Nothing remained behind in this sleep state she had found herself in. Only the ideas of moving forward, before now.

Then the superpowered vulpine woke up and looked around.

The location she was in didn't matter. Not that she could see it. Darkness was her only guide for the home she had been so bluntly deposited in. Perhaps it was even her own apartment? Was her roommate around? It didn't seem to be so. Hopefully.

It was the glossy dragon she fixated on. Her shiny black and green uniform was stolen straight from Caitlin's waking dreams and the visor she wore showed the thoughtlessness behind her blank eyes. Whatever the glassy covering was, she knew it was nothing good. Programs seemed to flicker in and out of reality as she stared down at the stirring girl.

Also she carried a gun. It looked like a toy but still hummed with sinister energy.

"Okay, let's put down the gun and..."

ZAP Light hit Caitlin and caused her body to go rigid.

But it wasn't pain that forced this. It was just the sensation of light and power rippling across her costume. Every inch of her body was stroked by a growing layer of latex; it started at her boots and rushed along her thighs and chest. The wave was unceasing in its power, like a tide of control being taken away from the once so free fox. Her eyes turned into beacons of a green light as this strange feeling of rubberization engulfed her mind in the same act that it covered the branding of her superpowered costume. An onslaught of synthetic thoughts chewed at her synapses and flicked away her concept of resistance.

"Uh..." she whispered, eyes glazed, as the visor lowered onto her head.

ZD-813 Exists to serve Queen Zyla

"I.. exist to serve?" the hero tried to ask. It sounded wrong yet right. Her mind just wouldn't work!

Negative. ZD-813 is not a person. ZD-813 is a drone.

"ZD... 813... is a drone." the newly aware drone whispered.

Command; Salute with Unit ZD-721.

The unit had to obey. It rose and squeaked, creaking into position alongside the other drone. ZD-721 had already assumed the position. Now the fellow unit joined it, hand at attention. There was a creak as it stood, stock still. Militarily precise, mentally a machine.

"These units exist to serve!" both said, not thought.

Drones do not think.

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As I promised, page 2! I'll be uploading a non-kink pic soon! It involves heroes and parkour!
Also, if anyone wants to, just toss me a happy birthday in the comments ^^ They always make me happy.

Commissioned by and starring  jortyguy who is just an amazing Dream Searcher
Also including the soon to be drone, Victory Vixen, as owned by  chaoscroc
The ZD concept and the write up are mine!
Art by  syberfab

One more coming later today~ Plus it'll have a schedule of pics and stories coming! With some hints of things to come.