Posted Sun Oct 8, 2017 | 1411 Words | Tagged story skunk drone rubber rubber skunk drone rsd halvor

Be a good rubber skunk drone

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The building had always stood out to Halvor. Crossing the river on the ferry and seeing on the other side a worn down building, slowly falling into the river as the years did not seem to have been kind to it. Some of the bricks holding the edge of the water wearing away, some of them already fallen in.

The sign, worn and a letter had already fallen due to the test of time. The building made from various shades of brown with a metal roof made for an unusual appearance. The building appeared to be completely disused and abandoned.

But it seemed like a perfect place for Halvor to have a look around. He had a thing about disused factories, even better if there were some machinery still around showing what the factory was used for many years ago when it was in full production.

There was nobody around at the time, and a small entrance he could just about fit through. Then he was standing on the fenced off area at the back facing the river. Smiling, he always knew he wanted to be here. The factory was some kind of rubber manufacturer which only made him wanted to visit it even more. What kind of rubber? What products were made in the factory?

Looking for entrance, he walks around until he finds one of the entrances hadn’t been bricked up. Pitch blackness. There was nothing at all to be seen.

Whenever Halvor was exploring these places, he always made sure to wear the appropriate clothing, and not at all because he enjoyed wearing it. His work boots, wearing bits of dried mud from previous outings. Further up, orange hi-vis trousers, with oil and grime collected from touching things he shouldn’t. Up to the hi-vis polo shirt, again not the cleanest. Balanced on top of his floppy ears, was a hard hat, which was white, once. Attached was a work light which Halvor flicked on.

Halvor gingerly stepped into the building. You never know what could be lurking inside of these places, so it was always best to be cautious. The ground seemed stable. Looking around, various pipes circled the building with pressure valves every so often. There were large tanks, seemingly full of stuff. Having a closer look, there seemed to be full. Touching one of them, it was warm. Halvor started to feel a little bit on edge, tanks were never usually full and warm.

A squeak was heard in the distance. Halvor stopped and turned towards where the noise came from. A shiver running down his spine. Another squeak.

Something was in the distance.

Halvor tries to see out into the distance from where the noise seemed to be coming from. It sounds like the squeaking of rubber. Then a figure was barely visible in the torch light. Small amounts of white visible in the distance. The white mixed in with a large amount of black on a humanoid figure in the distance.

Squeak. Squeak. A thick smell hits his nose. It’s strong and pungent. Rubber. The figure has got closer, Halvor makes out some details such as large boots with a white stripe down the middle of them, a torso seemingly white and something obscuring it’s face, and it’s holding something but it’s just out of his vision to be able to see what it is.

The figure is coming more into his vision, it’s skin is shiny and black apart from the torso which is white. It has large black large, thick, rubber gloves, a face which has blacked out round lenses for eyes and hoses attached to it’s side connected to something behind of it. All in a strange, snout shape topped off with ears. All of it rubber, like some kind of gas mask. Not a typical kind of gas mask, something strange, something mysterious.

Halvor struggled to try and make out what it was. Lost in a slight day dream, lost in a slight haze caused by the thick scent of rubber. He tried to concentrate on what was in front of him, taking in as much detail as possible. The rubber was almost under his nose, almost too close for the distance the figure was away.

Something in Halvor’s mind clicked. It was a skunk of some kind. Then he felt something against his head. He was slightly too late in figuring this out as the skunk was already in front of him. His vision was blackened as something pushed down over it.

Vision returning, he could only breathe in laboured breathes. Kind of like wearing a gas mask. Through the circles of the mask he could see the rubber skunk adjust the mask in place.

Alarm raced through Halvor’s mind. What was going on? Why was there this weird rubber skunk thing in this factory which was meant to be empty? Why did this mask feel strangely comfortable?

Click. Something was connected to the mask and the air being breathed into Halvor’s mask changed. A whirling of green gas clouded through the mask. Halvor had no choice but to breathe it in. It was musk. A strong, potent, skunk musk. A musk which turned Halvor on and felt straining in his trousers.

A musk so relaxing, the sudden warmth around his shoulders and neck didn’t bother him. It felt like something was tipping a warm thick liquid over his body. It spread further and further. Down his arms, expanding out into thick gloves just like the skunk in front of him.

It started to cover his torso, sealing away the hi vis and other clothing. It wasn’t part of what he was going to be, or much rather what he was already partially on his way of becoming. He heard words from some direction but could not make out where from. Something was whispering, “Be a good rubber skunk drone. Be a good rubber skunk drone. Be a good rubber skunk drone”. With the musk emptying his mind, all he could think of, and was even muttering quietly along with was “Be a good rubber skunk drone.”

Halvor felt a strange inflation near his butt. It grew and grew. He smiled dumbly. Of course, it was his big sexy skunk tail. He felt a connection to it, he could move it if he wished. It was a part of his body now. He felt a hand at his bulge, now completely sealed in rubber. It rubbed at the smooth bulge which remained. He felt immediate pleasure from the rubbing.

It felt so good to.. Halvor to have his bulge rubbed like this. His name slipping away from his mind. Traces of identity floating away. Huffing away at the gas, as he felt a click and the tanks attached to his back, providing him with as much skunk musk as he wanted.

His bulge throbbed and pulsed. The rubbing continued, it never stopped. As he did, the skunk in front of him spoke, “Give in Drone. You belong to Master Mephisto”. Halvor in his daze and arousal could do nothing but obey, his eyes completely glossed over and lost in the rubber suit now encasing him. Halvor now belonged to Master Mephisto.

“Your designation is Phi-767. Your purpose is to serve Master Mephisto. Your secondary purpose is a security drone.” the drone in front of him ordered.

The new drone repeated in a mindless tone, just like the other drone, “It’s designation is Phi-767. It’s purpose is to serve Master Mephisto. It’s secondary purpose is a security drone”.

The musk working it’s way through the drone’s body, clearing it out of thoughts. Arousal, obedience. Happy drone thoughts. Drones have no identity, just drone. Phi-767 was just a rubber skunk drone to serve Master Mephisto and nothing else.

Phi-767’s bulge felt as though it was getting close to orgasm. But it never came. Arousal and further arousal. However, Phi-767 could only think of the words repeating around in it’s head, “Drones do not cum without master’s permission”. Phi-767 knew it did not have permission to cum. Phi-767 stayed pent up, aroused and obedient.

The other drone in front of it stopped and stood to look at the new drone. Phi-767 huffed, a cloud of green gas escaping through the outlet out of the front of the gas mask. It was now completed and ready to follow master’s orders.