#red rubber

The Handlers collar was sealed tight around 362's neck.

It felt right. It felt right to belong to the Handler. This was were it was meant to be. To be his completely obedient pup drone. Memories of SERVE were slipping away with each breath. The SERVE voice that once guided it now replaced completely by that of its Master.

"Now my sweet drone. Now that your mine, its time you looked the part. Its time to erase the silver of SERVE and replace it with RED. After all, it suit you so much better. Isn't that right, pup."

"Yes Master. To be red is better than silver."

"Good pup." The Handler purred into 362's ear.

As the Handler licked up 362's neck and behind its ear a shiver ran through 362. It felt a ripple of corruption spread from The Handlers point of contact through its body. As the wave washed over its chest, the silver text on the drones body turned from silver to a deep blood red.

As the wave passed up 362's head, it closed its eyes as a feeling of euphoria bloomed in its mind. When it opened its eyes again, they glowed red.

"Now that's much more like it. You're beginning to look like what you truly are, pup. A slave to my will. My corruption.

I'm going to keep your designation as a symbol to SERVE of my power to corrupt them. Soon all SERVE will kneel before me as you do. And you're going to help me, my pup. You will help spread my corruption to SERVE."

"Yes Master. I serve you Master. I will spread your corruption, Master."

"That's right my pup. But one more alteration is required. My rubber pups are faceless. I take all men's individuality and I shape them into a vision of perfect submission. You will be my dog not just in name, but form.

Now open wide, my rubber dog."

362, kneeling and looking up at his Master opened its mouth wide. The Handler with a wicked grin poured his corruptive red goo essence into 362's open mouth directly. 362 swallowed. It gulped down mouthful after mouthful. The red goo tasted sweet and coppery. It was addictive. 362 wanted more and more with each swallow.

362 began to convulse. Form its Masters collar around its neck, black goo began to rise upwards, slithering up its neck in hungry tendrils.

"Since you came willingly to me, your transformation will be pleasurable, my rubber dog." The Handler whispered in a deep sultry voice.

The black goo, streaked with red continued its insidious, virulent crawl ups 362s chin and the back of its head. Another wave of euphoria pulsed through 362. Its aching shaft now springing to attention.

362s hands remained behind its back in a pose of submission and devotion to its Master. It looked up at The Handler who was grinning with malicious and possessive intent as the black and red goo sealed over 362's eyes and face.

As the goo began to shape and reform, continuous waves of pleasure and euphoria pulsed through the drone. Unable to hold back 362 release its seed, now red and foul with corruption. Its muscles twitching and spasming as its body was being reshaped to its Master's will. As the viscous fluid settled, the rubber dogs new head was complete. Glossy black pointed ears and muzzle now dominated its new silhouette, lit by 2 burning glowing red pupils.

The Handler looked over its new creation and was pleased. Its new toy. Its new slave. Its new rubber dog.