Who am I to say no to such a willing little subject?
He even wrote a story...
Go leave a message on the original for me and tell him what a Good boy he is: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26018963/
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There's nothing like a lazy afternoon; kicking your feet up, sinking into a comfortable seat and enjoying the fine things in life. It just happened that the seat Keane was enjoying was an ornate throne with dragons carved into the armrests and the ottoman was a curvy bunny boy with some of the softest fur. His pelt was as pure and white as the bunny himself, that is to say it wave covered in splotches of grey because the slut was far from pure. Nothing exemplified that more than the panties he wore that tented desperately in the the front while the back was soaked in a morning's supply of Keane's spunk. Every once in a while Keane would swing his thick tail around, teasing under that spade-shaped fluffball of a tail and listen to the bunny boi moan for him.
The afternoon's entertainment consisted of a rather lewd play being preformed by a troupe of buff and very naked males. Perhaps “play” was too generous of a word, it was live pornography and Keane was enjoying it greatly. It was good to be the king, and for this weekend he was the king. It had not started out that way, though. With Darkmon gone, he was expected to keep things in order at the castle, but he couldn't help but sneak into his King's chambers and try one of the many spares of cloaks and crowns Dark kept around. That was when the bunny below his crossed legs had walked in and immediately treated him like the king.
One thing led to another and here he was, sitting on the throne like he had always dreamed but never dared try. He idly toyed with his shaft, rolling the foreskin back and forth over his thick, dark glans. His fingers were wet with precum, though every once in a while he would lean forward and wipe them off on that bunny toy or let the slut lick them clean if he had been good enough. Then he would sink back into the throne and continue watching the play. Occasionally one of the servants of the castle would bring him snacks or beverages, so when a silver trey with a plain goblet was presented to him, he didn't bother looking up. He just grabbed the drink and took a gulp.
Keane's brows raised and his face twisted at the taste. It wasn't the sweet citrus flavor he had been expecting. Instead, the liquid was thick and intensely bitter. He dropped the goblet in anger and stood up to face the servant, but two things immediately stopped his angry rant. Firstly, he couldn't seem to open his mouth at all. Whatever he had drank clung to the surfaces and held his jaw shut, but somehow also leaked out of his lips. Secondly, the 'servant' standing before him was...him. The same silver crown, the same royal blue cloak and the same furious look on his face.
“Enjoying yourself, clone?” Darkmon said a tone that sent a shiver down the clone's spine.
Keane still struggled to pry his maw open and he was too frozen with fear to try non-verbal communication. His heart pounded in his chest so hard he could hear the rush of blood through his ears. He backed up and immediately tripped over the bunny still on all fours in front of the throne but with a rather confused look on his, still admittedly cute, face.
The bunny scrambled to his feet and quickly backed away as Darkmon advanced on the clone, straddling the lesser Vee's chest and sitting down upon it. He could see what Keane could only feel, that thick grey substance that sealed the clone's maw was crawling down his muzzle and encasing that little horn. It wouldn't be long before it enveloped his entire head, but Darkmon didn't want to have to wait. He picked up the goblet off the floor, using the rim to scoop up the liquid that had spilled out before dumping the contents on the head of his clone.
“You've been getting a little too full of yourself lately, drone.” Darkmon grinned as he watched his clone squirm below him, the liquid rubber quickly coating his head.
It left Keane in the dark, the clone feared he would eventually be unable to breathe too. He tried his best to push his King off of him, but he couldn't get the leverage required. Thankfully, as the liquid covered his muzzle it also formed a canister on each side of his muzzle. He could still breathe, but it was noisy through those filters. He tried to apologize, to ensure that he would be a good clone from then on, but all that came out were some muffled noises. Darkmon simply laughed.
“Don't you worry your dumb little head, drone. Once we strip you of your free will, you won't be a problem again.” The king stood and took his seat on the throne, watching his clone struggle on the floor.
The liquid rubber crawled down Keane's neck and to his shoulders, spreading out to make every part of him smoother and shinier than before. In front of his eyes, though, the rubber grew darker to form a visor. On the inside, it displayed a view of the outside world to Keane, mixed in with flashes of words and images while a low, throbbing tone played in his ears. On the outside was a yellow monochrome dot-matrix display. Currently it showed a pair of eyes, the brows raised in both shock and panic, but soon the display flashed to show a progress bar instead.
Configuring System...
The outside world cut out for Keane, the last thing he saw was his King leaning over, a knowing grin on his face. Then came pastel swirls fading between greens, yellows and oranges. The throbbing noise in his ears grew louder and the swirls, which pulsed off-beat to the sound before, started to align with the noise. The clone's struggles ebbed, his entire torso now covered in that warm, sleek rubber. His shaft had pulsed in front of him, but as the liquid suit reached his crotch and the pulsing of the swirls and music in his ears aligned completely, he felt himself soften and grow limp. The suit soon covered his bits, leaving behind just a bulge inside.
The swirls on the inside of the visor instead turned into a complex fractal pattern, the image shifting and twisting in front of the clone's eyes. Flashes of his King interrupted he fractals for only a fraction of a second while the music faded enough for that deep, sexy voice to fill his ears with words like “good boy,” “obey,” and “drone.” His cock swelled again, the bulge in the suit trapping his shaft inside.
Delete (Identity)
The command flashed on the outside of the visor as Keane let out a needy moan. His tail was covered in that rubber suit now, as well as his rump. He felt a pressure against his pucker as the rubber forced its way in and swelled, plugging his ass. As it spread down his legs, the plug started to vibrate and the bulge in front strained with the clone's swelling shaft. Keane squirmed again, but this time out of pure pleasure. He was hornier than usual, but he kept watching those fractals move in front of his eyes and listening to the voice of his King.
Deleting...
A new progress bar started to fill up. Keane's moans grew more distant and farther between as the bar filled up and his identity disappeared. No longer did he think about being the king, or about being a good clone. His entire focus became the images and sounds being fed to him. Without thinking, he brought his hand to his crotch and started rubbing at the bulge. His hips rolled against his hand, but he couldn't seem to find any relief. Desperately, he squeezed at the bulge, but as soon as the progress bar filled, he stopped.
Darkmon had a hand on his cock, alternating between toying with his foreskin and his balls. His drone was fully encased in front of him, his identity gone. He wouldn't be a problem again, not that he ever could have stood up to him. He had made sure of that when he created the clone in the first place. Dark squeezed his shaft and sat back on his throne.
Upload (Drone.iden)...
With his old identity gone, a new one would have to be put into its place. This one in particular would make the new drone more compliant and obedient. No longer would Keane have delusions about taking the throne or wearing Dark's crown. He would know his place below his king, both figuratively and literally. Dark kicked a leg up on the arm rest of the throne, settling into one side of it as he continued to toy with himself. He even reached his tail over to run along the thigh of his new drone, but it didn't react quite yet.
Installing....
The drone's tail twitched, then his legs, his fingers digging into that bulge one more time before his hands planted against the floor. He lifted himself up into a kneeling position, head hanging between his shoulders and hands planted firmly on his knees as the program installed. Once again he became aware of the patters flashing before his eyes, the images of his king in various lewd states and the pulsating music in his ears. He could also feel that tail getting closer to his bulge. As it rubbed over it, a muffled moan escaped the drone's lips. His instinct was to buck up against the tail, but he kept himself still.
Inside the suit, that cock swelled and stretched the bulge, pulsing and throbbing but never quite getting any sensation. That didn't stop Dark from trying, though, and it teased the drone to no end. The rumbling noise of Keane's breathing picked up in speed and intensity, but all the while he was still. As the progress bar neared the end, he pressed his hips up into that tail, whining through those filters and mask with a renewed sense of need.
Restarting...
The drone cased its movements again and the outside screen on his visor flashed, then two spinning swirls appeared where his eyes should be, followed by a list of programs quickly being loaded. Once the system was online, those swirls changed to flat lines, then split open before the top half became a graphical representation of the drone's eyebrows, and the bottom half shrunk into square eyes.
Set.freeWill(0)
Dark sat up in his throne and took the drone's chin in his hand, stroking the rubber-clad chin.
“Now, are you going to be an obedient little drone?” He asked and Keane nodded.
“Good drone.” Dark grinned when he saw those eyes momentarily turn into carets to show how happy his drone was being called that. Dark pressed his foot against the drone's bulge and rubbed. “Such a good drone pet.”
“Thank you, Sire.” The drone said then huffed out a little moan.
“You're welcome, drone.” As Dark sat back again, he kicked up his legs and Keane shifted to all fours. The king propped his legs on top of his new drone, leaning back and grabbing a chalice filled with Dark-Bru. The acting troupe, most of which were still stroking themselves, got back into position to start their show from the second act. It was good to be back.