[Genderswap, Futanari, Dronification]

"You. What is your name, human?"

"Commander Bartram. I thought you would've listened when I let my title known, before you and your troops started to assault my forces."

"Ah yes. The reckless fool that announced his name to his enemy. I ignored it, since it showed your species' weakness. But only you managed to take down one of our Armories. For that, you've earned a modicum of respect."

"Respect from an alien invader. What a joke, to think that you would respect me after everything you've done to ruin my boys. If you didn't kill them, you captured them. What even is your end goal, you freak?"

"I prefer the designation 'Shepherd'. Your species is nowhere near as advanced as ours, and that is why we've come. To harvest your kind, and to ensure that you do not get led astray. That is the task that we, the Azterans, have deemed appropriate. And as long as you remain within our grasp, you will show respect, Commander."

The dim light slowly swayed overhead, as two individuals looked at each other with vague amounts of respect and scorn. A muscled and weary blue-haired man who had the wounds to show how long he had been fighting for, and a sleek near-robotic woman, whose mask hid away most of her features. Though at the same time, she let her body do most of the talking for her, since would have a hard time trying to pry your eyes away from her perfectly curved form.

"Great, another megalomaniac. So what do you call yourself, Azteran? Let me know the name of the prick who's tried to shut me away, so I know exactly who to put a bullet hole through the moment I wrestle myself free." Despite the damage that had been piled onto her body, and despite the fact that he had exhausted himself to the brink of collapsing in the middle of combat, even being trapped within a cell wasn't enough to make the fire in his heart die down. No, Commander Bartram was a man that stuck to his principles and his guts, no matter what.

The sensual Azteran glared from beneath her mask, the colors that poured forth from within shining a bright and violent red. "Consider it a reward for your performance. I am Ki-000. Though I could prattle on and on about the kind of role I serve within the Azteran hierarchy, I do not need to say any more. My time with you has already come to an end, and your conversion into a Slave Unit will begin."

Commander Bartram laughed. "Conversion, eh? You best do everything you can. You won't be able to snuff out my Humanity if you don't do everything in your power to crush it." He knew that whatever this alien bitch had up her sleeve, he wouldn't be able to fight back against it. But the brave front was all that he had. And if he could just resist a little... Then he might have a chance to return home.

That's what he thought, at any rate. But the smile on that alien bitch's face made it clear that he wouldn't even get the chance to resist. Not as his vision started to blur. "What..?" He muttered, all while he tried in vain to struggle despite the sensations rushing through him at the moment. "What did you do to me..?"

"I told you. Your conversion will begin." Ki-000 explained, before snapping her fingers. In an instant, the cell around them lit up and the walls turned into mirrors. Allowing Commander Bartram to watch what was happening to his body. Watch as he was converted from a mere human into something much greater.

The process itself was nowhere near as painful as he had imagined. If anything, it was... God, why'd they have to go the route of pure pleasure? It was bad enough that he could barely see anything, but to have a hardon now of all times? Damnit..!

Commander Bartram let out a sharp moan, one that very quickly was filled with a feminine edge. It was like his body was being shocked all over. One step at a time, turning his body into something that felt so wrong and yet so right. And the worst part was that he couldn't do a thing to stop it.

The pleasure was too strong for him to resist. Even as his body slimmed until it looked more feminine than anything else. Once the strength had been visibly drained from his form, parts of it started to grow outward. His chest, his hips, his thighs, his ass... All of them being pumped full of something, courtesy of the sensations underneath his skin.

It was intense. Commander Bartram tried his best to endure. But there was no way for him to do so. Not after his body had been feminized in such a fashion. Not after all of the pleasure started to crowd between his legs, slowly shrinking away at his manhood...

Until another sharp cry left his lips, and the good Commander lost his masculinity. Now only a female remained. A female who was quickly losing awareness of herself as a pink liquid poured out from between her thighs. A liquid that contained several pieces of her biological data, all being flushed right out.

With a blush on the woman's cheeks, she looked up at the feminine alien. She could swear that she was supposed to be trouble. But it didn't take long for her vision to blur and her loins to heat, making her gasp and pant as she trembled at the sight of her. No, she was not trouble. She was... She was one of the glorious Azterans, who were the ones that owned her...

Ahhh... Her glorious owners... Just the thought of it was enough to make her cry out in pure unstoppable pleasure, causing her to squirt out more of the biological data that she didn't need. All while a pink heart appeared above her pussy, showing the devotion that had been engraved into her very existence. Which nicely matched the 'B-034' that appeared on her asscheek, accompanied by a barcode on the other cheek...

"B-034 reporting!" The blue-haired human cried out, all while her body squeezed tight. Not because it was being squeezed by somebody, but because whatever had been changing her deemed it necessary to drape her in a sexy uniform to go with her brand new branding. A set of mechanical armor that was merged with some sort of latex-like fabric, allowing it to be both stylish and erotic while still providing ample extra features and more than enough defense. Combine that with her hair having grown nice and long, gathering into a ponytail that reached all the way down to her hips, and she looked like a proper Bitch. Fitting her brand new designation.

Ki-000 grinned as she slowly rubbed the brand new minion's cheek. As much as she wanted to dig in and make her understand exactly what her new role in life was, she had her duties. "Report to Processing for new orders, B-034. And should you finish within your given time, find me in my quarters. Your mind should already be more than aware of what you need to do."

"Yes, Mistress!" The former Commander cried out as she slammed her hand against her forehead, all while heading out of the chamber that was supposed to serve as her jail. But not before giggling and admiring her figure in the mirror for a brief moment. Damn, she was sexy. Perfect for showing off for the sake of her superiors. She was sure that they were going to-

"Get a move on."

Ki-000's sharp voice echoed through her mind as she felt a hand slap against her cheeks, letting the command resonate and make it impossible for her to ignore. She didn't even say a thing, merely walking straight down the halls outside of the cell. Following the programming, despite how much it made her look like a robot...

"A shame that this was what it came to. I had quite a bit of fun fighting against him. But then again, this is the fate of all that oppose us. Azterans must always seek victory..." Ki-000 muttered as she looked into the light above, which slowly started to fade away.

"Perhaps, if he truly had managed to overpower the nanomachines that he had been infected with... Then she would've made a wonderful sparring partner."

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"So many bodies, so little time..."

Yet another Azteran's voice echoed out through the Processing Chambers, as she carefully scribbled down several notes while looking at many of the humans that had been salvaged during their operation. Of course she had to stitch several of them back together after the wounds they suffered, but it was preferred compared to just throwing useless limbs out into the trash.

But it was a tiring job. A job that truly made the sweat run down her brow. She had gone through at least a thousand of those humans, and yet they didn't seem to end. Just how explosively had they bred? And how many forces were they willing to throw away for a cause that was utterly impossible? Out of all the species that they had subjugated and integrated into their empire, these were the most tenacious. Even when broken down and converted into Slaves, a single speck of their original selves still remained. Granted, she had snuffed out all of these specs as she went through and recorded every single acquisition, but still...

"B-034, reporting!" The doors to the Processing Chambers opened up to reveal the converted former Commander, now nothing more than a slut wearing the best excuse for imitated armor that she could muster. All while smiling gleefully at the sight of yet another one of her Mistresses. Ahh, the Azterans were beyond wonderful. She could just feel her body trembling in anticipation, waiting to hear what they might want from her.

The Azteran turned around to look at the recent arrival, her mask covering up most of her face just like the one that had helped convert the Commander into nothing more than a slutty female. "Ah. You must be the Commander that fell in the face of our forces. I am Li-555, and I personally handle all Processing matters that need to be done on board this vessel." The Azteran explained, gently bowing her head and receiving a bow in return. "Do you still have any biological data remaining within you, that might aid me in my duties, B-034?"

"None, Mistress Li-555!" B-034 smiled as she saluted for her Mistress. "The conversion process made sure that I was unable to retain any biological data, now my head is filled with nothing but love for you and your kind, as well as the burning desire to see the Azteran Empire expand across these stars! Glory to Aztera!"

Li-555 sighed. Ki-000 always went overboard with these conversions. For a warrior who wanted nothing but a good fight, she had a knack for snuffing out talent. "Very well. I was waiting for the chance to relax, and it's not like your kind will be able to escape after what I've done to them."

The Azteran took a seat upon a nearby table, as she tapped a few simple buttons along her armor. Allowing it all to immediately sink in, absorbed by the nanobots that were a natural part of her body, and revealing the soft blue form underneath. The blue form that was underscored by a darker black torso, which made it look like she was wearing a suit, when her body was really split between those two tones.

But B-034 didn't focus on her general form, nor the rather generous curves that were now revealed to her. No, what grabbed her attention and sent several powerful sparks through her mind was situated between those thick thighs. It was that grandiose shaft that was pointed straight at her face, making her eyes light up with the same pink hue as her armor...

B-034 got down on her knees after walking towards her Mistress, and then immediately forced that wonderful thing between her breasts. "For the sake of your pleasure, I will ensure that your cock gets all the service that it needs, Mistress!" She giggled, putting her skills to good work by letting those mammaries bounce up and down, over and over...

Li-555 closed her eyes as she felt that wonderful set of breasts service her cock. Letting the soft sensation slide up and down, letting her take a deep breath and exhale gently as well. It felt nice. She had been working so hard, and this was her reward. A quick and potent climax from a Slave Unit. Sure, it wasn't nearly as powerful or as intimate as properly laying with another Azteran could be, but...

Her eyes suddenly shot open as she was forced onto her back, all while the pink glow started to fade from B-034's eyes. All while she gave that cock a nice tender kiss. "So this is what it takes to leave you guys vulnerable, huh..?" The would-be Slave Unit said, panting and gasping all over that nice cock. "Here I thought I was stuck inside my own heart, but... You reminded me..." The Commander's voice was still feminine, but it was clear. He had managed to return in some fashion...

"H-How..?" Li-555 muttered, genuinely surprised as she looked at the would-be Slave Unit, who pressed her breasts up against that massive cock of hers. "How are you able to still function like a Human? She had erased every trace of Humanity from your very existence..! You shouldn't be able to-"

She didn't get a chance to finish before B-034 managed to climb on top of her and force her to penetrate her cunt, at the same time forcing her to reach that climax that she had gotten dangerously close to. An act that made the Azteran cry out in pure pleasure, while B-034 bit her lip and contained her pleasure as much as she possibly could...

"Humanity isn't that easy to snuff out..." B-034 said, panting as she felt the cum pouring right into her. It was a sensation that should make her mind flush out through her thighs. But she held on. She held on because of the sights in front of her. The sight of her kin being manipulated... And the beautiful woman that had been responsible. "You did a lot to them, and I can't forgive you or your kind for that. But you also patched them together. I thought that you were just going to throw them away..."

"D-Don't be ridiculous..." Li-555 muttered, her heart pounding against her chest. What was with this human..? Why was she able to make her feel this way? Was it the way that she dominated her, or was it... Her genuine interest in her work..? "I... I merely thought it uncouth to leave them in a state of disrepair. If they were to serve our Empire, then they must be fixed. Only then can they be properly processed. Only then..."

Before she finished, the would-be Slave Unit's lips met hers, forcing the masked Azteran to let out a gasp once she pulled back. All while her cheeks turned bright pink, the blue-and-black woman trembling as her heart pounded so heart that anybody could hear it smashing against her chest. This was unbelievable...

"Li... No, Liyshana. Come with me. We can return to Earth, and we can formulate a plan to strike back at your kind. Not just for what they've done to me and my soldiers, but for everything they've done to the people that roam the stars." B-034 said, carefully reaching out. "Or you could fuck me senseless and try to rid this fire from my heart. I might just give in if you really do your best."

As the would-be Slave Unit giggled and teased the alien that had climaxed inside her and filled her womb to the brim, Li-555 couldn't understand. There's no way that she could even come close to understanding how somebody like her was put together. But she knew that she had fallen for her. Fallen for a human that proved herself to be so intriguing...

"What is your true name, human..? I want to know the name of the one I join forces with, even if this resistance and my life will be snuffed out in due time. A-And... The name of the one who gave me a human name..." Liyshana didn't understand anything. She just knew that she liked the name. And that she liked B-034. To the point where she immodestly came just from asking a simple question, her cum drooling down the sides of her shaft...

"Bartram. I'll figure out a better name once we get back home, there's no way I can keep that name after being turned into such a babe." Bartram said, grinning from ear to ear as she slowly lifted herself off the Azteran's cock. "Now, let's go. We can't save everyone, but I'm sure that you can help me get ahold of something that might just help us tip the scales."

Liyshana gasped a bit as she felt the tender pressure get lifted off her cock, all while her armor slowly reformed and gave her a modicum of dignity despite the fact that she was still blushing from head to toe, turning her blacker bits a tender red to match the blue. "I... There are three prototype Armories that still do not have proper pilots registered. If I input the override codes, we can take them with us. But-"

Another kiss shut her up. All while Bartram smiled at her and made her heart melt. No, there was nothing she needed to worry about. As long as Bartram was here, she was willing to betray her own kind. Just to further understand her and understand humanity as a whole.

Alarms rang out not long after that, but by the time the rest of the Azterans realized what was going on, four Armories had already fallen down to the Blue Planet that they had tried to subjugate.

All while Ki-000 watched from the confines of her personal chambers, cannons pointed at the four descending vessels. She could blast them and neuter any possible resistance, since there was only one possible explanation behind their descent.

...But she stayed her hand, and merely smiled as she slowly laughed into the darkness of her chambers. Because if she fired, then she would miss out on an even greater fight against the opponent that had brought her the slightest inch of joy.

"Now, Commander Bartram... Show me your greatest resistance. I will take great pleasure in tearing it to pieces..."