[Symbiotober 2024] Possession (Patreon)

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A lone furry fox had wandered too far. Whether it was curiosity or a daring challenge, the fox found itself deep inside the drone’s territory. Its fur bristled with anxiety, twitching ears picking up faint, mechanical hums that echoed through the abandoned halls. But before the fox could even process its next move, a shadow moved behind it.

The drone emerged, silently at first, its shape looming large over the unsuspecting fox. Then, in a sudden burst, it struck. The rubbery tendrils shot out, grabbing the fox’s torso and pulling it back into its mass. The fox gasped, struggling to free itself, its claws scraping against the cold floor, but it was no use. The drone's body was relentless, shifting and bending to enclose its prey.

With one powerful lunge, the drone pressed the fox’s back against its chest, rubber goo leaking from its form, wrapping around the fox’s waist and pulling it deeper into the drone’s mass. The goo spread quickly, spreading out over the fox’s fur like a living entity, binding its arms and legs. The more the fox struggled, the tighter the grip became, the rubber smothering every inch of its body as it was dragged further into the drone’s chest.

Panic surged through the fox’s mind. Its movements grew frantic, but its body was sinking deeper, the sensation of the rubbery goo slipping and sliding across its skin overwhelming. Soon, the fox was enveloped up to its neck, its head still free but bobbing weakly as the goo encased the rest of its body. The fox opened its mouth to scream, but the goo seeped into its jaws, silencing it completely. The only sound that remained was the drone’s quiet hum, mechanical and cold.

The fox’s arms flailed inside the drone’s stomach, pressed between layers of thick rubber, its movements futile as the drone’s goo swallowed the last bits of the fox’s resistance. Even then, the drone was not finished. One hand stroked the fox’s head, gently pressing it against its chest in a mockery of comfort—a reminder that escape was no longer an option. The drone’s other hand slid down, teasing the fox’s sensitive spots, caressing its trapped body in a way that sent confusing pulses of sensation through the fox’s mind.

Helpless, aroused, overwhelmed—the fox’s senses were dominated by the drone. Every breath it tried to take was filled with the scent and taste of the rubber goo, every twitch of its body met with the sensation of being squeezed, caressed, and teased. The fox could do nothing but shudder in place, completely at the mercy of the drone’s will.

Time passed slowly. The fox’s once-fierce struggles had turned into weak, involuntary twitches, its mind clouded by the drone’s control. Slowly, the fox gave in. The resistance drained out of its body, its struggles ceased, and it melted into the drone’s rubbery embrace. Now, completely encased, hidden away in layers of thick rubber, the fox became one with the drone—a victim of possession, trapped forever inside.

The drone, with its latest prey absorbed, stood tall once again. Its form returned to its previous shape, the fox’s body now indistinguishable from the goo that made up the drone’s mass. It returned to its patrol, scanning the area for any movement, any signs of life. And it waited.

After all, any intruder it caught next would face the same fate.