Drone, Inc

Our radar began pinging and we all perked up. We were hovering over a wooded area with a trail. It was an area that had been lucky for us in the past, and it looked like we were about to get lucky again tonight. The pilot dropped the ship down to just above the tree line and followed the radar’s signal. Before long, the trees opened up and I saw the winding path make its way across an open clearing. Then I saw the target.

Male, early thirties (in Earth years), with a muscular build. It was jogging and its unclothed torso glistened with sweat in the moonlight. It was dusk and we were a few hundred feet away, so I couldn’t make out more of its features. I had developed a good intuition, though, and I had a feeling this specimen was going to be perfect for the job.

I gave the pilot the green light and he flew in closer to the subject before I ordered the catchment team to get to work. I watched as the pale, blue light of the phase beam enveloped the specimen, causing it to freeze in its tracks, mid-stride. The catchment team pulled it up into an open cell waiting for it in the cargo bay. Now that we had successfully acquired our twentieth subject, we could return to the main facility.

Allow me to give you some additional backstory. My name is Fastos, and I am a race of alien called Tennilx, who can easily be identified by our pale purple skin that shimmers in the light. We tend to be taller and slenderer than most species, and our heads tend to be larger as well. This is because the Tennilx are an incredibly smart race. Most of my friends and family are involved in spacecraft or supercomputer design and manufacturing. My best friend from childhood runs the largest star-powered nuclear fusion reactor in the galaxy. I, on the other hand, decided to take my knowledge and combine it with my creativity, which is uniquely high for my race, and put it to good use here at DRONE, INC.

At DRONE, we create state-of-the-art, realistic mannequin drones for our clients. Some of our markets include crash testing dummies and realistic body doubles for stunt performances in entertainment. Unsurprisingly, though, our main market, is sex. Almost every drone we ship out of our manufacturing facility is going to be prodded, molested, and have their brains fucked out, to be frank.

I have worked at DRONE for a long time as an associate engineer, but I recently was promoted to a project lead. I am about to oversee the production of my first drone, who is currently sitting below me in the cargo bay of our ship. Our manufacturing process is top secret, as we are the galaxy’s leader in our industry. Many other companies have tried to replicate our drones, but our quality is unmatched. You are soon to be one of the lucky few who has been allowed to look behind the curtain and see what makes DRONE so special.

It all starts with catchment. A team of scouts goes out and acquires the base models for us to work with. Some engineers accompany the catchment team on these trips, which I personally like to do. Once we have all the cargo needed, we return home. The male subject that we just caught during his jog was the only one on the current ship that I would be in charge of. Project 324468075283.

We pulled into the hangar, and I watched as the cargo team carefully wheeled each cell out of the spaceship and place it on the transport conveyer. I watched the frantic look on 324468075283 as it tried to process what it was experiencing. I followed it into the next room, where the initial sanitization occurred. The conveyer rolled the cages through an anti-microbial mist to disinfect the subjects of any contaminants from their home planets. Next, the cages rolled under a second set of misters that contained a concoction of a strong alprazolam to calm the nerves, and a sedative. This meant that a workers could then easily handle the cage and take the subject to their project team’s space of operations.

The transformation room, as I liked to call it, was all white with bright lighting and looked very clean. In one corner there was a general holding area made of a strong, synthetic glass for the subject to reside in during the downtime of the operations. The remaining space of the room was taken up by the various equipment that I will need during the process. An operating table and an exam chair took up the most space.

Once 324468075283 was in my transformation room, I got to examine it much more thoroughly. I peered through the walls of the holding cell and looked at its body, which was huddled in the corner, beautiful green eyes staring back at me. Its dark brown hair was disheveled from the transport and cleaning process but was beautiful. An equally beautiful bed of this brown hair covered its muscular chest, toned arms, and thick legs. It was a bit of a shame that it would all be removed shortly.

I entered the holding cell and grabbed 324468075283 by the arm. I led him to a corner of the room and positioned it above a metal grate on the floor. I strung its arms above its head with a set of restraints and stepped back to look at its body, now fully exposed for me to see. Its ass was large and round. I prodded it with my finger, and it bounced nicely. I turned its body around and inspected its genitals. Its penis was moderately large, though its testicles were impressive. Most male subjects’ testes hide up in their bodies from the cool air and nakedness, but 324468075283’s were large and hanging low in its sac. I cupped them in my hand and juggled them a bit with my fingers. This made the subject jump and squirm, trying to get away from me.

Ready for treatment, I plucked a hair from the subject’s head and then stepped away and over to a computer system on the wall. I placed the hair into the bioscanner and then computer concocted a uniquely formulated hair removal product that would work at 100% efficiency for 324468075283. I watched as the three nozzles hanging from the ceiling sputtered to life and began showering the subject in a green, runny foam. The subject squirmed and tried to get away from the spray, but it was no use, and within minutes, its entire body was covered, head to toe, in foam. After just a couple of minutes, the nozzles sprayed water to rinse the foam and disintegrated hair off the subject’s body and down the drain. 324468075283 looked especially different, as its entire body had been covered in hair, not just its head like some subjects. Now, completely bald, and smooth all over, it was ready for the next treatment.

Still under the nozzles, the subject was ready for the next procedure, which involved the chemical alteration of the subject’s skin. This was in part to plug all the hair follicles that had just been evacuated, and to increase the durability of the skin. I punched the order into the computer and watched as a slimy orange substance flowed from the nozzles. It slowly rolled down every inch of the subject’s body, covering it, once again, from head to toe. This process took longer to complete than the hair removal, so I let the subject sit in it’s gunge bath while I left to get some work done in my office.

An hour or so later, I returned. I ran a rinse cycle on the subject and then admired my work. The gunge had bonded with the skin, to create a shiny, rubber-like substance that still operated like skin, but would never grow hair, degrade, or become injured without great force applied to it. It currently had a dull orange tint to it, a mixture of the orange chemicals and the tan skin, but an additional dyed coating would be applied at the end of the process. The standard application color was black, but we could provide any color the client desires.

Work was done for the evening, so I placed the subject back in the holding cell and gave it another round of sedatives. It sat in the corner staring at its arm and stroking the new skin that I had just given it. I chuckled to myself as I flipped the light of before heading to my sleeping quarters.

The next morning, I came back to the transformation room to find 324468075283 sobbing to itself. Well, it would be sobbing if the skin treatment hadn’t also blocked its tear ducts. The subject calmed down once I sedated it once more. Today, we were working from the exam chair, so I placed the subject in and restrained its arms and legs. The first thing that needed completing was the fixing of the subject’s regular bodily functions. Every species handled these different, but humans were by far the most barbaric.

I hooked up the appropriate catchment devices to the subject’s penis and anus. Then, I retrieved a tube from the nearby wall. I placed the tube down the subject’s throat and turned the pump on. A solution flowed through the pipe and into the subject’s stomach. This solution was designed to force the body to rid itself of all excrement. I examined as the subject began to relieve itself, and after approximately thirty minutes, I was satisfied with the lack of waste remaining.

Next, a second solution was pumped into the subject. This one included a chemical that altered the organs to process nutrients more efficiently and without waste. This solved the largest challenge of using a live subject for the drone instead of a synthetic one, and this chemical meant that we could create drones that were a cut above the rest.

Lastly, a nutrient paste was pumped into the subject. This would supply everything the subject’s body needed to maintain itself once the procedure was complete. The paste was so full of nutrients and the body was so efficient at processing them, that the small amount we provided the subject with could sustain a normal, functioning lifeform for over two hundred years. In fact, this paste was used by all and nobody in the galaxy had felt hunger in eons. With our next process, though, this two hundred year was increased to thousands of years, far longer than anyone would require one of our drones.

This following process was a neurological one. I moved the subject from the exam chair and onto the operating table. I proceeded to perform the incision, just a centimeter-long cut on the back of the subject neck. Once in the body, I was able to remove and rewire the nerves to put the subject in a state of hibernation. Brain function decreased to the minimum required to sustain itself. The heart now only beat once per minute.

I also decreased all negative sensory responses drastically, which means that the subject will still be able to feel slightly, and its brain could still respond neurologically, but it would never experience real pain anymore. Nothing more than a dull tingle from even the breaking of its bones. This was something important that we at DRONE liked providing to our subjects, due to it being much more ethical for them. Pleasure responses remained intact as a courtesy to the subject.

The subject was moved back to the exam chair and neurological function was tested. I attached brain function sensors to the subject’s head. I took a thin plastic rod and inflicted ten swats across the subject’s chest, increasing the force with each swat. The brain responded equally and minimally to each swat, meaning the pain reduction process was a success. Next, to test the pleasure. I placed an electro butt plug in the subject’s anus and against its prostate. I placed an electro band around its testes and another around the head of its penis. I turned on a program designed to create an orgasm from the subject, and the brain scanner picked up pleasure immediately. Within minutes, the subject was orgasming and releasing semen all across itself.

I left the program running for one hour total, to ensure that the subject’s testes had been fully depleted. This was important as it was required for the next step. I removed the electro gear and grabbed a small tube of paste, which I squeezed out onto the subject’s genitals and smeared around until fully coated. The paste was formulated to cause the testes to retreat into the body and for the penis to shrivel until only a flat mound remained in the pubic area. Sometimes the penis is kept, but this specific buyer requested removal. The paste typically works in about two hours, but it took four hours with 324468075283 as its genitals were much larger than the average human’s.

The following day, I came in early to make up for lost time with the genital removal taking longer than expected. Without wasting any time, I took the subject to the operating table, and performed the standard surgeries. Vocal cord removal was performed first, so the drone may not disturb their owner with grunts and such. Teeth removal, as they are no longer required for eating and will most definitely get in the way of the things that the drone’s owner will want to put in there. Nipple size is increased and given sensitivity enhancement, so that they are easier to play with and more responsive.

Once these procedures were completed, the subject was taken back to the shower nozzle area to receive the final skin treatment. The first layer was another orange slime similar to the initial treatment from before, providing more durability, but with the addition of pheromones. These would cause the skin of the drone to induce lust and horniness to whoever is using it. After the pheromone application was complete, the final layer of gunge was applied. This was the black-dyed slime that would fuse with the existing modified skin to cerate the final outer layer. Once this application was complete, the skin was more rubber than organic, and had a shiny black look to it.

I stood back and admired my work, taking this human and transforming it into the perfect creation standing before me now. I looked at a photo of the initial subject condition, and it was definitely possible to see the form that I started with, but it had been modified into a much more practical and attractive toy than before.

The drone was almost ready for shipping, but first had to go through a rigorous testing process. The quality of our drones was unmatched, thanks to the dutiful quality control testing department. I brought 324468075283 to them and stayed to watch and make sure that my processing had been successful, as it was the first drone I had completed on my own. I sat in an observation booth above the testing chamber, which was another brightly lit white room. This one had a padded vinyl-covered floor and walls. This precaution was not in place for the drones, but for the safety of the testers.

DRONE used to just use regular staff members for the testing process, but we discovered that many clients are much rougher than our aliens were capable of being. So, our research and development team created a few alien hybrids to cover the full range of expected clients and situations that the drone would be put in. I looked down through the window at my drone, which was sitting on the floor, unknowing of what it was about to endure.

The beast door opened suddenly, and the first round of testing commenced. The creature that emerged was a humanoid that had been merged with a grizzly bear. It primarily looked human, but stood eight feet tall and its thick, beefy body was covered in coarse brown hair. Its hands were closer to paws, but claws had been removed. The pride of this beast, though, was not its size, but the piece of meat swinging between its legs. This beast was specially designed to test the endurance of the drone’s holes, and its penis was created using grizzly and horse DNA. It swung back and forth until it was fully erect, reaching two feet in length and four inches in diameter.

The grizzly man caught sight of the drone and went to work quickly, pouncing and pinning it face-down on the padded floor. It rammed its massive penis into the drone and fucked it ferociously for twenty minutes or so. The whole time, the drone’s neuro-sensors maintained normal levels and its hole accepted the penis without any problems. The rubber skin was much more elastic than normal human skin and could take a penis twice as thick as the grizzly’s and remain as tight as new.

I watched as the grizzly deposited its load into the drone and then collapse on top of it from the exhaustion. Two alien staff members came in and dragged the grizzly out, leaving the drone laying on the floor in a pool of thick, white semen. After some time, the next test beast was prepared and entering the room.

This beast was a hybrid created by combining an octopus and a scaly species of alien, similar to a large type of lizard on Earth. It stood about three feet tall and sprawled its many tentacles out into a four-foot-wide circle. It approached the drone, half walking, half slithering, and quickly enveloped the drone in its sea of arms. This beast was designed to test the drone’s durability by squeezing and crushing to ensure it could handle the weight and pressure. The beast wrapped completely around the drone and wiggled as it squeezed every inch of its body. Once it relaxed, it tested the drone’s mouth by slipping a tentacle into the mouth and down the throat. The drone was unable to refuse the tentacle or gag on it, but apparently enjoyed this test as it’s pleasure sensors skyrocketed and brought itself to orgasm.

Once the testing team was satisfied with the octopus, they pried it off the drone and left the room. Moments later, the final beast busted through the door and immediately started ravaging the drone. It was a werewolf-type beast which was very aggressive and in heat. It pounced on the drone and sunk its teeth into the drone’s neck. The rubbery skin prevented puncture and injury, but the werewolf thrashed the drone, which writhed like a ragdoll. The werewolf flung the drone back and forth a few times until the drone was in a face-down position that caught the wolf’s attention.

The werewolf’s knot appeared between his legs, and he jumped on top of the drone and mounted it. He violently began humping as he gnawed on the drone’s shoulder. He lasted a long time, almost an hour. When he finally came, he collapsed on top of the drone and passed out. As he came down from his horniness, he reverted from his were-self back into the smooth, green alien that he was before transformation. His claws retracted, his hair shed away, and his naked, sweaty body was dragged out by the testing team.

Nozzles in the ceiling of the testing room sprayed a disinfecting mist that sanitized the walls, floor, and drone. The testing team came in with a hose and rinsed the drone out as it currently had two massive loads of semen inside it. They then loaded the drone up on a mobile cart and sent it off to the packaging and shipping department. I watched as they took it down the corridor and smiled to myself, proud of my work, even though it was never to be seen again. My work would provide someone or something with a lifetime of sexy fun whenever they desired. My sentiment did not last long though, because I did not have much time before the next catchment flight took off, and I would have another subject to repeat the entire process with.

Thank you for joining me on this journey through the inner workings of DRONE, INC. I hope you have learned lots and enjoyed the experience! As I said, I cannot stay, as I have a flight to catch. Feel free to fill out the survey below about your experience touring the facilities and voice any comments you may have with P.J. in the comments section.