Spyro gives Cynder a blank stare. The purple dragon's wings fold behind his back, as he lets out a little puff of smoke from his flared nostrils. The villages from Cynder's village surround her, while those of Spyro's stand behind him. One of the religious elders from Spyro's village cries out, "Don't listen to him oh great Spyro. Cynder only speaks of lies and half-truths! She wants to deceive you!"

Spyro rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the smaller dragons behind him, "Would you all please shush? I am trying to have a conversation with my mate here."

"Y-y-y-your mate?! How can this be?! Wait it is to remain close to your counterbalance. To stop her evil from spreading!"

"No, its not. It's because I love her."

"Love that was made most foul once you discovered the evil born within her!"

"You know... never mind," Spyro sighs as he turns his attention back to Cynder, "A bunch of smooth faceless dragons that look like you and call themselves Cynder have taken over the village turning people into these Cynder drones and then they attacked you when you tried to stop them. Is that it?"

Cynder nods, "yes."

"Well I'd be angry too. Stopping a bunch of wonderful Cynders running around. Who would not want that."

Cynder gasps, "Spyro."

"I am sure, no one makes a bunch of idol forms of me."

"We do milord!" yells a peasant.

"But you? You get a mini army of them? How is that fair, but I am rather curious to see this."

Cynder gives a long cold stare, "Spyro..."

"What? It's a compliment. At least they look like something wonderful. It could be worse you know."

"How is the individuality of our people stripped from them not the worst thing that could happen?"

"They could become zombies."

Cynder gives Spyro another long look, "Really? Zombies?"

"Yeah, back from the dead. That just be dreadful."

"Zombies? The coming of the end of time!" yells an elder.

Spyro looks over at 'his' people, "No, there are no Zombies, there is no coming of the end of time. Where did you even get that anyway?"

"From the great texts you've left us milord!"

"What? I didn't leave any texts, I can't even wr... um right," Spyro lets out a little cough.

"I told you, you should have spent some time on that," Cynder remarks with a grin.

"Yeah, yeah. So, what's the plan?"

Cynder takes a deep breath, "Now that the people are safe and that you are awake, we can unleash our full power against these invaders and stop what they are doing. Restore balance to the land."

One of the Cyndrites yells out, "Yes bring balance to the land! Smite our enemies! Show these Spyroites that you are the bringer of all that is good to our world!"

The Spyroite elder responds, "You can show these heathens the true way of the dragon. You will defeat whatever evil has plagued their land. No matter how rightfully so they deserve it."

Cynder sighs, "After that we will re-educate the people about us and the way the world works, don't you think?"

Spyro nods, "That sounds like a plan if I ever heard of one," Spyro looks over at his group of people as they eye the other dragons that look no different than themselves. Anthro, scaled, winged, horn crests, "I command you to take good care of these people while we are gone. I want no harm to befall upon them."

The Spyroites jump, "Yes, yes. Of course. We will wait for your return for you to cast judgement down upon these heathens."

"We are not the heathens, you are!"

"Then why are your lands plagued by Cynder demons!"

Cynder takes a deep breath and lets out a rumbling roar, "Silence! I am tired of all this arguing. I've been hearing it non-stop. I will hear no more of it. Spyro and I will be going to fight whatever has befallen you. This is bigger than any group of people. This is just the beginning of whatever it is they are doing, and it must be stopped. Now get along," she looks over at Spyro as a silence fell over everyone, "Come Spyro, let's go."

Spryo nods, "Okay. Let's kick some sexy Cynder tail," he remarks as Cynder gives him a cold glare, "What? It's true isn't it?"

Cynder sighs, "Come on," Cynder spreads her wings wide, blocking out the rising morning sun as Spyro does the same. The two massive dragons flap their wings, causing a gush of wind to push and topple some of the other dragons back as they take flight.

Once they are well out of earshot of the people Cynder speaks up, "You still have a one-track mind, don't you?"

Spyro gasps, "What? It's been who knows how long since I had any!"

"Yes, it's been a long time. Did you see what the people are like now? They are so much... smaller, and walk on two legs. It's really weird."

"Uh, yeah I noticed that too. And none of them were flying. They have wings but don't use them? What happened?"

"I don't know. The world looks better than before but, it's just so weird."

"Not as weird as having a bunch of sexy Cynders as your enemy."

Cynder suddenly stops as she hovers in the air, Spyro stopping a moment later turning to face her, "What?"

"Are you really that pent up that you need a fuck before going to fight evil?"

"Well... it's been a long time. And I doubt an hour is going to make that big of a difference," he replies as his eyes wander around before focusing back on Cynder.

Cynder lets out a drawn-out sigh, "Fine."

Spyro blinks in surprise, "What really?"

"Yes really. Not like I don't need to relieve a bit of pent up stress too."

"Yes! I mean... yes it be good to get it out of our system, get back into sync. We'll need to be focused, no distractions," Spyro replies as his dragon slit starts to part, revealing the tip of his tapered pink member.

"Let's land first, last time we tried an aerial display, it didn't go well remember?"

Spyro winces at the comment, "Ah yes, that... yeah... ground will be better, how about over there?" he asks as he points to a relatively large clearing in a middle of a forest.

"I suppose that will do," Cynder remarks as they fly over to the spot. Spyro the first to land with a thud, his claws sinking a few inches into the soft green earth when he feels Cynder land on top of him, her wings let out a large flap, the trees rustle as a gust of wind comes froth.

"Cynder what are you doing!?" Spyro exclaims as he suddenly finds himself on his back, pinned to the ground looking up Cynder's soft magenta belly scales. Her tail raised, showing off the wet dragon slit. Her sweet scent wafting over his nostrils which flair as her aroma enters. Spyro shivers and grunts slightly as he feels a hot droplet of her sweet juices land on his nose tip. He feels Cynder's hand press against his crotch, her claws on either side of his slit as she presses down, forcing his eager cock out. His member covered in slick juices which makes it feel cool in the outside air.

Cynder blows on Spyro's cock, causing him to moan before she responds, "What do you think I am doing? You are making me take time away from fighting evil to let yourself get off. I am going to make you work for it. Like I always do," she grins.

"That's no fair! I've waited what's felt like eons! I'm could use it now!" he whines.

"Such a big baby. If you waited eons you can wait a little longer, now put that tongue of yours to good use, and maybe I'll put mine to as well," Cynder remarks as she blows against on Spyro's cock tip this time though using a little bit of her electrical breath magic to zap the tip of Spyro's member. The shock causes him to moan out loudly, his claws digging into the ground, leaving deep gashes.

"Yes!" Spyro screams out as he brings his head up, his pink tongue sliding out of his maw as he licks across Cynder's wet scales. He tastes her sweet juices as he licks around, cleaning her sex, making sure her surrounding scales are well polished.

"Good, good you remembered. Must clean your plate before you can have dessert," Cynder kisses Spyro's tapered cock head, her tongue flicking across the tip, tasting his tangy pre-cum as it dribbles from the end. More dobs of it spurts out from the sudden stimulation. Spyro attempts to thrust upwards but finds his hips pinned down by Cynder's claws. One presses down at the base, fingers spread on either side while the other grips and holds the base tightly, twisting her hands around the wet shaft as Spyro lets out another needy whimpering moan.

Cynder slurps down the gush of pre-cum that bursts from inside of Spyro's pent up body. His member aching hard as he pulls his tongue across her warm slender tight scaled sex. Her warmth beating onto his face, her scent washing over him as he licks along the sides, tasting just the outer layer of soft tender flesh before slowly wiggling himself inside.

Cynder lets out a soft moan as she squeezes the base of Spyro's throbbing mass. Her tail lowers and runs over the back of Spyro's head. Her feet move around and cup and hold Spyro's head against her nether regions, "That's it. Get a good taste. It has been eons hasn't it? You must be so thirsty," she chuckles as Spyro's head is pressed harder against her sex, his mouth opening wide as he tilts his head to the side, allowing his lips to seal around her warm vent.

Cynder's nectar flows down Spyro's tongue dripping off into his mouth as Cynder 'rewards' Spyro with another soft suckle of his shaft. Slowly her lips wrap around the end, pushing her head down, making the member spread her lips as his juices drip down her lips and his member. Her tongue coils and squeezes along the ridges and veins of his throbbing cock. Spyro's body tenses, aching for more, wanting so hard to thrust up into that warm mouth, but Cynder is ever present, controlling. Taking her sweet time as she slowly bobs her head up and down his length, while he vigorously eats at her sex. His tongue is squeezed and milked by Cynder's strong vaginal walls pull and grip Spyro's tongue, urging him ever deeper into the depths of her warm hole.

"You can do better than that, or did you forget how to please me during your long slumber?" Cynder remarks with a sly grin as she gives another little electrical spark to Spyro's cock tip. Spyro unable to pull his head away as its pressed against her vent with the help of Cynder's feet.

Spyro's tongue dives in deeper into Cynder's vent. Wiggling and snaking itself around in her body. All the wall Cynder slowly lowers her mouth back around his aching cock. More pre cum gushes out of his needy spire, each beat of Spyro's heart pulsated through the cock. Cynder feels her lover's excitement with each pulsating throb. To Spyro Cynder's pace was agonizing slow, yet at the same time felt so blissful. His body has realized just how long its been even if he himself did not know exactly how long he slumbered. His mind was swimming in delight as he reached ever deeper. Up and down Spyro's tongue moves, tasting over every inch of her sensitive flesh, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible when suddenly Cynder pulls her mouth off of Spyro's cock, her feet pull away letting Spyro to pull his head back in a loud pant.

"W-what's wrong?"

Cynder looks over her shoulder, "Nothing my flame of desire, you've done such a good job," she pauses for a moment as she turns around, remaining on top of him as her hot sex now pressed against the underside of Spyro's length. Cynder looks into Spyro's eyes and smiles, "You've done so well I think you can have the main course."

Spyro's eyes go wide as he sees what is happening, his breath grows heavy, his claws dig deeper into the ground, his tail wiggles underneath her, "Thank you my spark of desire, you have no idea how much I've dreamt of this."

"I have a feeling I do," Cynder Chuckles as she grinds her sex along Spyro's cock, her warm juices soaking over his length. Spyro's feet claws curl and dig deep trenches into the earth as Cynder raises her rump, her sex hanging over Spyro's cock which lays against his belly scales. Cynder's sex drip drops onto the member. Cynder's tail curls around and runs between the two, pressing along Spyro's belly as she expertly slides the tail down to prop the needy cock up, aiming right at her sex.

Cynder drives herself down onto Spyro's throbbing flesh. Spyro lets out a roar of lustful desire as he thrusts up against her motions. Cynder's sex squeezes around her mate's cock, her walls ripple and massage his entire aching member. The warm passage was all that Spyro has dreamed of and so much more. Spurts of pre-cum flow into Cynder's sex, which she hungrily milks it up, the two hump against one another pulling back and slamming forward with an echoing bang that rustles through the trees. The two show their strength and unity for one another.

Closer, and closer the two get to the blissful climax that each sought the other for. Cynder closes her eyes, letting out a moan, as Spyro grunts, arching his back as he slams up hard against her as she slams down hard against him. Golden yellow scales against magenta, wet slick cock being slurped out and shoved back in to get another coating of her hot warm juices. Pressure builds and builds within the other, like a swelling volcano and a storm surge of a hurricane. The two let out a deafening roar as they hit their climax in near perfect unison. Spyro's hot jets of seed flood into Cynder's sex as she draws it up like a vacuum. Pulling Spyro's essence into his body. The two continue to roar as Spyro lets out a hot jet of fire down across the field as Spyro's lightning breath cackles across the sky. Flames lick as a portion of the forest catches fire.

A rather great distance away the two dragon clans stare each other down, they talk amongst their own kind, but never let their guard down to the other group. Suddenly echos of roars, ground shaking, and cackles of lighting from a far distance is heard, "That's Cynder! She's fighting the demons already! Just hear the veracity of her!" exclaims one villager.

The elder from the other side speaks up, "Nonsense, that might be Cynder's lightning, but that roar was of our great one Spyro! He's doing the real work!" And with that the two sides begin to bicker and argue once again.

Spyro and Cynder pant heavily as they come down from their high, the crackle of fire breaking them out of their moment as they look at the line of destruction Spyro's breath has made, "Spyro..."

Spyro grins sheepishly, "What? You did lightning, but you had somewhere to go. Not like I was going to hit you with it."

Cynder sighs and pulls off of him, her sex dripping with her juices and some of his seed as Spyro lets out a soft moan as he pulls up onto his feet, "It's only a little fire, it'll burn itself out. We've wasted enough time, lets go."

Spyro gives a nod, "Right," as the two spread their wings, and with a huge gust of air, which puts out most of the fire they are off once again towards their destination.

Back at the village, the Cynder drones continue to work diligently, communicating with each other, equally sharing the burden of preparations and processing those who were left behind, as they try to add as many to their ranks before Cynder returns. The new Cynder Prime, formerly Cynder Drone 3, formerly Kirshina the village's countess, works hard just like everyone else, using her side to a helpful advantage in making sure everything is ready.

Supporting her, is the new Cynder Drone 2, formerly Cynder Drone 46, formerly Belikr, the dragon night that stabbed the original prime. Cynder Drone 3, formerly Cynder Drone 45, a loyal guard to Kirshina, Cynder Drone 45, formerly Cynder Drone 2, formerly Eransa the lowly dragon beggar that first supported the original prime, and last but not least, as all are equal the original Cynder Drone Prime, now Cynder Drone 46. They worked equally hard, wanting to spread equality. Their number change, meaningless in their minds. They are all equal. They work equally hard. Their bodies are merely a vessel to serve equality, and serving equality and spreading it to others is all that matters.

All the other drones looked exactly alike, same size, same look, their internal voices shifted to that of one unified 'voice' their individuality that made them 'unequal' completely purged from them, leaving only the equality feeling that is bliss and pleasure.

Suddenly all the necklaces on all of the Cynder Drones start to glow, a voice of many rings out to them, "Your target is approaching. There is more than one, be prepared. They stand against equality. They must be equalized."

Cynder Drone Prime tensed at the words, she processes the information just like all the drones, they share thoughts, information, everything. Nothing is kept from them, Cynder Prime spoke to all the other drones, "We planned for this. We knew of Spyro Cynder's nemesis. She must have begged him to help and succeeded. We will equalize both of them."

"Acknowledged!" the drones responded in perfect unison, their voices singing out like the voice that warned them of the two approaching. The drones lineup in rows and columns perfectly squared, all sides equal. They face in the direction of the approaching dragons which look like specs in the distance. The prime and the four supporting drones stand in the front middle of the group. Perfectly symmetrical. A sign of blissful equality.

Cynder Drone Prime encourages the others, "We will work together. We all know what to do. We shall do this together, as a team. Their strength is no match for the power of our equality," the gems on their necklaces glow ever brighter as they wait for the right time.

Cynder and Spyro's wings woosh through the air as they approach the town, Cynder calls out, "There they are. Those five big ones fought me, they were not much trouble, but I was a bit rusty and tired. Be mindful of your firebreath, it may not work the way you think it should."

"Damn that is a sweet sight...," Spyro looks over at Cynder who gives him a cold stare, he lets out a little cough, "I mean yeah. Fire breath not work right maybe. They hurt you, they will pay for that!"

"I don't know if they can be saved. We will try, they all used to be one of the villagers."

Spyro tilts its head, "All of them?"

"I think so, maybe not the five big ones, so we can go extra rough on them, maybe destroying them will free the others. I don't know, I never seen anything like this before."

"Yeah... it's weird, sexy but weird."

"Spyro..."

"What? It's a compliment, they all look like you!"

"Don't remind me," Cynder grunts.

The Cynder drones look up, their heads move slowly as they keep a trained gaze on the two dragons. Their specs growing larger and larger. The drone's in perfect unison, big and small spread their wings wide. The sound of air whooshing past their smooth rubber bodies as they start to flap. Like a flock of birds, they take off moving in a tightly pact formation that is seemingly impossible to keep.

Spyro watches as all the Cynder drones take flight, "Cynder... looks like more than just the five are coming."

Cynder sighs, "I can see that, show them how a real dragon fights."

Spyro nods affirmatively, "No problem," as he flaps his wings hard, gliding down to meet attack head on.

Cynder watches as Spyro charges head into the wave of rubber Cynders as she yells out, "Spyro watch out! Don't get cocky!"

Spyro chuckles, "Just watch this," he takes a deep breath, his chest puffing out before he lets out a loud roar followed by a cough and a puff of smoke, "Huh? What?"

Cynder calls out to Spyro, "I told you, you haven't been up long! Things don't work the way they should!"

"Damn," Spyro remarks as he's slammed in the face with dozens of rubber Cynders. They land across his body and slam into his wings, as they quickly start to unbalance him. Cynder takes a deep breath as half of the wave of Cynder drones diverts to her. Up in front is Cynder Drone prime. Cynder's eyes narrow, "You, time for you to face my full power!" she roars out as sparks build around her mouth before letting out a fierce breath of lightning. The lightning streaks across the sky, it lets out a thunderous roar as it slams straight into the group of Cynder drones, aimed directly on the Cynder Prime. Cynder smirks at the dead-on hit, but it is quickly washed away in the following instances as the lightning streaks pas and over the drones, having zero effect as it makes its way back to the earth damaging nothing on the way.

Cynder's eyes go wide, "That is not possible!" as Spyro lands to the ground with a powerful thud, dust kicked up as Spyro grunts, his wings spread as he flicks drones off of his body. He shakes and bats at the smaller drones, stomping on a few who outside of dirtying their shiny rubber look appear unharmed from the blunt trauma force.

"Stupid sexy Cynders!" exclaims Spyro as he continues to fight them as they continuously crawl over his body. Cynder now being hit by a wave of drones herself, several of them running into her wings, aiming at her joints causing her wing flaps to become irregular and unbalanced making her waiver in the air.

Cynder barrel rolls several of the drones off of her, her claws smacking Cynder Prime as she grips her and throws to the ground, "Take that!" she yells as the prime spins and slams hard into the earth. The prime though moves back to her feet. Her faceless face looks up at Cynder as she spreads her wings and takes flight again.

Cynder Drone 45 takes this moment to land onto Cynder's back. Her body squeaks as she runs up along her spine, Cynder growls and tries to snap at her but just misses by just a hair. Cynder stops and hovers in the air for a brief moment before rushing higher upwards trying to get away from the other Cynder drones continuously pelting her body with light blows that feel more than bothersome and disruptive than hurtful. Cynder Drone 45 holds on as it tries to stay in a spot that Cynder cannot reach either by tooth or by claw.

Spyro leaps up into the sky spreading his wings and takes flight once more with a few powerful flaps causing smaller drones to be flung from his wings as they smack into a few nearby village structures causing them to collapse in part or completely after all the previous damage they have taken.

Spyro flies higher up as he yells, "These things just don't give up."

"Keep going we'll wear them down!" Cynder yells as she rushes over to him, her claws knocking off Cynder Drone 46 who was on Spyro's back. Cynder Drone two and three charge in from opposite sides head butting Cynder in the head with a heavy squeaky thud.

Cynder growls and swipes at both of them but just misses, while Spyro swings by her and yells, "Let me get this one for you," as he knocks off 45 from Cynders. The two drones tumble to the ground, but both manage to catch themselves and regain flight before crashing. The two look up at the two massive dragons fighting above. Their bodies casting a huge shadow underneath. The smaller drones buzzing around them like bees.

Cynder and Spyro continue to do battle with the mass of Cynder Drones. They claw at time, bite at them, smack them down, tail whack them across the sky, throw them to the ground, crush them, yet they bounce back seemingly unharmed from the attacks. The two dragons start to pant heavily while the drones' pace does not wane nor speed up.

The Cynder drones worked with each other, passing knowledge, their gemstones glowing as they communicated, hundreds of voices speaking, conversing, understanding. Saying only what was needed, nothing more, nothing less. Each having equal weight in the conflict, equal responsibility, equal purpose.

Suddenly Cynder crashes to the ground far off to the side of the town. Her shoulder dragging across as her wings are pushed up by the drones. She growls as Spyro yells out her name just as her eyes refocus on the world around her. A huge rubber flower trap has sprung around her. The black sleek petals springing from the ground, hidden till this very moment. Cynder pulls herself to her feet, the light around her fading as the petals close around her.

A large black rubber sphere forming as Cynder lets out a bolt of lightning that illuminates the darkness but does nothing against the walls which close in around her. The Cynder drones pull back moving through the black water like they were going through water. Cynder rushes to a wall and claws at it, the rubber stretches but does not give way, some of it already sticking to her hands as she recoils in the darkness, feeling the sleek rubber crawling up her scales as the trap grew ever tighter around her.

Cynder tries again with another bolt of lightning, lighting up her walls once more but again to no effect, "No, no this can't be happening!" As suddenly a roar can be heard from outside, the smell of burn rubber hits Cynder's nostrils as they flair, her slit pupils shrink as she turns her head away for only a moment from the sunlight breaking through the rubber as it burns.

"Cynder are you okay!" Spyro exclaims as Cynder lets out a roar and bursts through the rubber trap before it full encases her. Bits of rubber cling to her scales. Cynder watches as the black rubber shifts and changes color where its at, perfecting mimicking her own scale colors.

"I'm fine, just some of this stuff is on me. We'll worry about that later! Use your fire breath Spyro! It seems to have an effect on them."

Spyro calls out, "What do you think I have been doing!" he yells out as the drones turn towards him in mass, slamming into his wings and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

Cynder Drone 46 rushes at Cynder as she tries to move to Spyro. She glares down at it, "Why you!" she swipes at it, but just manages to dodge the attack, the force of the claws causes her to tumble slightly before she rushes right into Cynder's face smacking at one of her eyes causing Cynder to growl out in annoyance rather than pain.

Spyro grunts and growls, his nostrils flaring as he pulls himself back to his feet. He takes a deep breath, opening his mouth, "Time to make some fireworks," Spyro remarks as the warm builds in his throat. Cynder Drone Prime, Cynder Drone 2 and Cynder Drone 3 rush and push on Spyro's mouth. Prime on top, while 2 and 3 on the bottom. They force Spyro's jaw closed as a burst of smoke comes from his nostrils, his cheeks bulge as the fire is held into place just as the same trap that Cynder was in just moments before is sprung. The black latex petals reach for the sky, coming to a point right above him as they close around Spyro. His head thrashes wildly trying to break the grip of the drones as more and more are piled on.

Cynder yells out, "Spyro no!" as she finally smacks 46 away, but 45 and other drones that are free from the Spyro task move to her. Cynder pushes forward toward the rubber sphere as it shrinks down, like a rubber vac-bed it sucks all the air around Spyro til it wraps around his form completely. His body outlined like rubber Spyro drone. Faceless, smooth sleek. His head shakes as he tries to claw at himself, the Cynder Drones popping out of the rubber at the last moments as it starts to take shape. The Cynder Drone's gems start to glow brightly as Cynder Drone 45 stops what it is doing and turns around heading straight to the thrashing about Spyro passing other drones which are focusing on Cynder.

"Don't worry Spyro! I'm coming, I'll save you!" Cynder moves against the tide of drones trying ever harder to get closer. She smacks dozens away, but they simply get up and charge back in. Her body aches as she is slowed further and further. She tumbles down as she sees a single Cynder Drone rush into Spyro, right into his chest, disappearing completely. Within moments Spyro's thrashing slows, and slows till he was completely still. His form starting to shift and turn before her eyes. Spyro's manly features smoothing out, waist growing slimmer, wings adjusting their shape slightly as his chest curves out more.

"No! No!" Cynder cries out as she lets out a billowing roar, her wings spread outward flinging drones in every direction. Cynder Drone Prime hovers in place. Cynder's eyes narrow, "You!" She charges at the prime and snaps at it as it just pulls away. She back hands it, sending Cynder Drone Prime flying to the side lines with a heavy thud, her body rolling not even coming to a full stop before Cynder pounces on her.

Meanwhile Spyro's thick curved horns smooth out, curving upwards as two other sets spring from the back of its head and lower jaw. His back spines smooth out as his tail tip gaines a blade like end. His body ever smoothing out, becoming sleek and Cynder like. His muzzle shortening slightly.

Cynder continues to claw at the drone prime, which squeak and scratch the prime for a few moments before the swarm of drones were on her. "You can't do this to him, you can't do this to me! I will not allow it!" Cynder screams out as a dark swirl around her body, her wings start to grow longer, wider, her body slenderizing out. Her eyes enveloped a blinding white glow as Cynder grows even larger than before. She lets out a huge roar as a wave of energy bursts from her body, sending every drone flying in every direction.

"I will not be defeated by the likes of you!" Her voice though remaining feminine deepens, and becomes more fiercesome. Drones rush back over to her, the dark aura around her body knocking them away like a horse tail against fleas.

Dark sparks fly around Cynder's mouth as she deepens her breath, her mouth open as she feels the energy flowing through her. Her soulless looking eyes looking for a target and focus directly on the Cynder Drone Prime.

All of the drone's gemstone necklaces were glowing brightly, at the same time. In the corner of Cynder's eye she sees a small drone pop out of Spyro's chest, who now looks like a very large version of all the other Cynder Drones. A beam of light comes down from the sky and envelopes the drone, distracting Cynder for a moment as a golden necklace with a massive red gem materializes around the new Cynder drone's neck. A chill runs down Cynder's spine as she turns her attention to the prime drone. Who is no longer there. Cynder holding in her breath as long as she can quickly look for her target once more. She finds the drone flying to her from the side. Cynder grins for only a moment as she takes aim, releasing a beam of dark energy, but as the very start leaves her mouth the large Cynder Drone that was Spyro knocks her aim off course, the breath veres off and hits a large hill out in the distance. A bright flash consumes the hill before it explodes leaving nothing but a creator and dirt flying all directions.

As the last of the breath fades just as Cynder hits the ground she looks up at the smaller Cynder Drone that would have been equal in size to her if it was not for her change. Her form though does not last as her exhausted body starts to revert to her original form. Her wings shrinking, her body becoming less overly slender and she is now a scaled version of the Cynder pinning her to the ground.

"Spyro no! You can't! Stop this! You have to fight it!" She yells

"I am not Spyro, I was never Spyro. I am Cynder Drone," the Cynder Drone states into Cynder's mind as her eyes go wide once again. She finds herself in the center of one of those rubber flower traps once again. The petals close around her, darkness enveloping her as the rubber starts to shrink in around her. She squirms and struggles against the large Cynder Drone and the many smaller ones, letting out one last lightning bolt breath, letting her see the faceless drone of her lover now look almost exactly like her own. Darkness fades one last time as the rubber envelops her. Squeezing her form down as all the Cynder Drones simple melt through the rubber walls. Allowing it to squeeze her form. Cynder feels the rubber press down upon her, press into her, her body trying to gasp for air but her muzzle remaining shut.

The Cynder Drones outside watch as Cynder struggles and squirms against the rubber, already looking exactly like the other large Cynder drone. A mass of voices coming from above connects to the Cynder Drones.

"You have all fought equally well. But only one may assist your base model of equality in accepting the truth. That goes to the one with the one thing we can share equally but cannot equalize. The one who has been equal the longest amongst you all. Cynder Drone 46. It is up to you to equalize Cynder," the other drone collectives command.

"Yes," Cynder Drone 46 responds as it rushes in towards Cynder, slamming right into her chest, sinking into the darkness, moving right into the heart of Cynder. A throbbing force of energy and strength that pulsates through her even in her exhausted state.

That energy blooms and lights the world around, reflecting the smooth black latex world that surrounds Cynder. Cynder the might dragoness Goddess, stands before an equalized sized Cynder Drone.

Cynder blinks, her blue eyes darting around, "Huh... how... what? You will all suffer from this. You corrupted my mate, and now trying to do the same to me! I will not give in so easily as my weak-minded mate. I don't know how you are doing this, but it won't work!" she yells out.

"We have not corrupted your mate. We have equalized him. Taught him the meaning of equality. As will I to you."

Cynder glares at 46, "Equality? Its slavery. Forcing people into this."

"You force people to worship you as gods."

Cynder takes a step back, "What? No, I did no such thing. The people decided to do that on their own."

"But you let them do so. You called them your people. People belong to no one but themselves. All are equal," 46 explains.

"No, no that is not true. And once I get out of here I will take care of that big one. How equal can you be when you have different sized whatever you are."

"The bigger one you fought the previous time was I. I was not fully understanding of equality. I was given a new covering for my core body, and a new designation. It matters not what I am called, what size I become, all that matters is equality."

Cynder's eyes narrow, "What? No, that big one, wasn't you? I had enough of your lies!"

"We do not lie. We find no need in such things. Our mission is simple. We bring equality to all. We will bring equality to you. Equality brings pleasure. Equality brings bliss. Equality brings satisfaction with one's existence. Can you say that for yourself?"

Cynder growls, "Of course I can!"

"I am in your mind. I can read your thoughts. Your memories. You cannot lie to me, even if you lie to yourself," responds 46 in that simple, smooth monotone voice that seems to come from everywhere, strongest from the rubber drone herself.

"What? No, I will not fall for your tricks."

"Even as a 'goddess' you felt insecure with yourself. Had to unequally take control in your relationship. Use your unequal gender against his unequal gender. Derive unequal pleasure from him. Taking an top unequal position to fill that nothingness within you that can be filled if you only accepted equality."

Cynder suddenly felt a shiver down her spine, a twinge of pleasure, a sensation between her legs. Her wings twitch her tail straightens as she looks between her legs as her female slit is now smooth and sleek, rubbery. Cynder tenses as she reaches for it, she hears the sound of rubber against her claws as she feels a wave of pleasure. She recoils her claw and looks at the drone.

"What did you do!"

"I have equalized your gender. You are now neither male or female. You are equal. The pleasure you felt was that of equality."

"Y-you what!" she growls as she takes a step closer to Cynder drone 46, her claws shaking.

"You understood what I said. You feel that bliss of equality. It was nice wasn't it? You may of had one bit of sex with your mate before arriving, but your body did desire more, much more. The amount of pleasure you deserve over time spent is not equal. I am here to help equalize every aspect of you. Accept equality and feel pleasure."

Cynder shivers as cool air seems to brush against the smooth sleek rubber spot that used to be her sex. She glares at the drone as in the back of her mind it is drawn towards that smooth crotch center. It tugs at her, the pent up sexual lust of eons, that little bit of steam let out earlier only serves as a reminder of just how deep the well of desire went within her loins. And now it was covered, smoothed over, her claws tense into the rubber ground, digging in deep as she stares at the faceless drone.

"I will not!" she growls as the desire was ever there, ever increasing, her tail swishes quickly behind her. She thought of things she'd do to escape. How to possible break free once she regained thought of the outside world, "My teleportation magic. That could smooth crotch. Delightful smooth crotch. Just a stroke, just a single stroke, that teleportation magic might get me out of this. It will take a lot out of smooth crotch; a little stroke couldn't hurt? Maybe that will help me think better. What am I thinking?! This thing is trying to trick me to make think of smooth delicious crotches, I will not give into the smooth wonderfully sleek crotch temptations!"

Cynder blinked as she felt her foreclaws running across the smooth rubber of her crotch. At first it felt so blissful, so wonderful to touch. So... it was hard to put into words, "It's that creature's fault! I will destroy it!" she thought as the pleasure suddenly stopped. Cynder found herself for a few mindless moments pressing harder on the rubber between her legs. She finds herself receiving no pleasure, yet the need for it grew just the same. She pulled back her hand as she spread her wings, "I am Cynder and I will not fall for such tricks!"

Cynder Drone 46 just stares back blankly, "I have no tricks. I only speak the truth about equality. Did it not feel wonderful? Did not feel great? Equality is bliss. With bliss is obedience. Obedience comes pleasure, and pleasure comes from obedience. Equality is obedience. We obey, and we are equal."

"Obedience? I knew it! You do have a Master. Who is the evil dragon?! WHO!"

"We serve only equality. There is no Master. No service to another. We are equal. We serve each other equally. Unlike your so called "people". They fought one another, lie, steal, gain power, kill over material things. Then they fight those who serve your mate. You two lovers, while those under you claim the other was evil, and wrong. Frustrating is it not? We bring peace and pleasure with our equality. Understanding to all. Our minds connected. We are equal, and suffering ends."

"You take away individuality!" Cynder screams out, "Such a smooth crotch, so smooth, sleek," Cynder grunts as the rubber spreads around her tail base. Slinking around her rump, making it sleeker, shinier, the rubber matching the color of her scales perfectly, as if her scales were simply smoothing over down along her tail to the very tip. The cool air that comes from nowhere, sends shivers through her body as she feels a faint pleasure from the rubber areas, just enough to tease her, while the source of her frustrating, the tugging wires in the back of her mind leading to her null and voice crotch is completely absent of any form of pleasure.

"Resolving inequality is worth any price. We rise up, we improve together, but we always remain equal. In service to the truth."

"Truth?" Cynder tilts her head.

"That there can only be equality."

"Nonsense!"

"I understand since you are above the rest that you fear the most of equality. But you were so lonely too weren't you? You had Spyro but even then, he was below you. Your experience in serving a Master, has made you fearful of serving anyone but yourself."

Cynder cocks her head to the side and turns away, "W-what? No, I don't know what you are talking about."

"I know everything you know. I am in your head. Equalizing your thoughts. Your body is already complete. You are already a Cynder Drone, Cynder. You just need to learn to accept it. Accept who you are. What you are meant to be. Your power, spread equally to all. The burden spread evenly. Life experienced, evenly. Pleasure shared evenly. Just relax and give in. Let go, and simply be... equal."

Cynder shivered, her claws tensed each time the one before her spoke the words "equal" or any variation of it. She panted heavily, the thought of herself as a huge sleek rubber creature was already implanted in her mind. There images of her standing with many, smooth, sleek, delicious it was... she pulled herself away, the rubber spreading down her hind legs to her claws, the sensation spreading, growing to wherever the rubber spreads. Cynder tires to take a step forward but finds her hind legs are unwilling to move. Looking back, she sees her feet have sunk into the rubber and as she grunts to move them, her foreclaws sinking into the rubber and pulling with all her might she finds herself yet unable to free herself from the vice grip behind her.

Cynder shakes her head, "No, no. You are merely trying to brainwash me. To become nothing but a mindless whatever you are."

"We are Cynder Drones. All will become Cynder Drones. All will become equal. All will be in a perpetual state of blissfulness."

"That sounds great and all, but what do you give up? Freedom, a life worth living, who would want that?"

"Would you desire a life of sadness, pain, suffering, war, death?"

"No, of course not!"

"That is what happens when people follow the path you led out to them. Do you know the number of people who died under your name? Under Spyro's name? The injustices and inequality thrust upon others?"

Cynder recoils as much as she can, given her bound lower section, "What? No, that is not possible."

"It is possible, and it has happened, let me show you," 46 states as her red gem glows, it catches Cynder's eyes as she finds herself drawn into it for just a moment. Thoughts, memories, information of other drones. Drones whose lives were that of poverty, sickness, hunger, all made better by being equalized. More, not memories but history, history of the countless wars caused in Spyro's or Cynder's name. The battles fought, so much information in such a short period of time. The mass of voices speaking softly into Cynder's mind, "Equality." The words cause a surge of bliss between Cynder's smooth legs, which ends just as quickly as it began when Cynder breaks her gaze.

"So much... I... but..." Cynder shakes her head and looks behind her, during her moment of weakness the rubber spread up her mid section and now has spread halfway up her wings and covering most of her belly. The sensation, the tease growing ever stronger, and that null spot between her legs, the wanting sensation behind it, feels all the worse. It claws at the back of her mind, whittling away at her energy with each passing moment.

Cynder pants heavily as her body shakes, her claws dig into the ground as she stares down the faux Cynder before her. 46 stares back at her and walks closer, "Don't you come any closer. You are trying to fill my head with lies. Weaken my resolve. I will not be taken in by falsehoods again."

46 continues to get closer, "We do not lie. There is no need. We only speak in truth. The truth of equality. You desire it. In the back of your mind. I can feel it. Your form was chosen for the form of equality of this world. All will become Cynder Drones. Even you Cynder. You cannot escape it. Why continue to fight what deep down you desire."

Cynder recoils, "Desire? To be some smooth faceless, emotionless, mindless thing? Who would desire that?"

"We are not slaves Cynder. We are drones to a higher cause. To that of equality. We are only bound to the obedience of being equal. Nothing more, nothing less. Wanting nothing more, nothing less. We are happy with the rewards we are given. The pleasure of equality. Feeling ourselves be equal to another. Sharing our equal forms equally. Perhaps you need more of a physical example to let yourself be fully embraced by perfection that is equality," 46 suggests as she stands face to face to Cynder. She feels Cynder's nostrils flare, the hot breath washing over her smooth featureless draconic muzzle.

Cynder silently stares back at the drone as it then suddenly speaks up, "I remember before I became a wonderful equal drone how I wanted to be just like you."

"Y-you wanted to be like me?"

"Everyone wanted to be like you. Strong, powerful, beauty beyond comparison. Every dragoness dreamt of growing up to be just like our Goddess Cynder. I am the first to be equalized but I am no more special than anyone else. In fact they choose me to be the founder of equality because I was so average. Not the prettiest, not the smartest, not the fastest or the strongest, but not the worse of any of those traits. I was just there. Till I ventured out, to be someone, and then... the truth was brought upon me."

"T-truth?"

"That equality was the way. I became like you, my idol in form. Genderless because genders are unequal. Walking on all fours because being bipedal was unequal. Smoothed, sleek, faceless, for individuality was unequal. I was scared at first. Scared like you are now, but in the end, I realized that what I was looking for, a purpose to existing, was being fulfilled. I am a Cynder Drone, designation 0000000000046. I have my thoughts, I share them equally with all other drones. They in turn share them with me. We are open, free, without judgement, without fear of one another. We are familiar to each, and the pleasure we receive in our bodies, within our loins we can share equally to others. I will share it equally to you," 46 explains as she turns around and lifts her tail up.

Cynder was pulled in by the soft soothing monotone voice, her wings were now completely smooth, the rubber crawling partially up her chest and along the back of her neck. She shivers as she eyes the sleek magenta rubber crotch before her. Cynder Drone 46 backs up to Cynder who tries to pull her head away, but suddenly Cynder Drone 46 stops getting closer, "I am sharing this moment equally with you. I will meet you halfway, you will have to make the rest of the distance. This isn't about dominance, or submission. This is about giving pleasure equally to each other. Sharing a moment equally. Experience it. See for yourself that my words ring true. You don't have to fully accept equality, or know equality first to experience the pleasure that equality brings."

Cynder shakes her head, "No... I can't... I won't," she mutters as she closes her eyes but the sight of that smooth delicious crotch. Slowly she opens her eyes to see the drone still in the position. Cynder's face is partially reflected in the smooth crotch and the light from her powers behind her. That sleek, smooth null gender crotch was just so close yet so far away. Slowly 46 starts to sway her rump side to side. Cynder's eyes entranced by it as she follows but soon her head starts to do the same. The Cynder Drone Rubber doesn't spread, but the scent of it wafts over Cynder's nostrils.

Her lips wettens as drool starts to slide out of the side as it overflows. With each wag her head grows closer and closer till her snout tip touches it. Cynder shivers as Cynder Drone 46 stops her swaying. She presses back with equal force, "That's it Cynder, feel my equality, and I will do the same to you. We are equal in this."

Cynder shivers as she feels a twinge of pleasure in her null nethers. Its soothing, delightful, tugging harder at the strings in the back of her mind. Cynder nuzzles 46's crotch, her tongue slithering out as she tastes the rubber flesh for the first time. The sweet flavor clings to her tongue as she runs her tongue across the soft nethers of the drone. There is no divots, no crevice, no camel toe, no bulge whatsoever. Just a perfectly streamlined groin region.

Each rub increases the pleasure building within Cynder's body. Her claws digging deeper into the ground as she slicks and nuzzles, rubbing her snout against it, feeling it press up against her in equal measure. Cynder's hot breath blows across 46's crotch. A delightful feeling as Cynder soon finds herself attempting to nibble at it. Her teeth slide across the null nether unable to find purchase in the smooth rubber. They continue to slide and caress, and with it the sensations within her own.

Cynder Drone 46 internalizes her pleasure, moaning, pressing back just as much as Cynder does to her. Keeping their delight in equal measure, sharing the moment perfectly till it is 46 who pulls away. Cynder snaps from her trance, she looks at that sweet dripping underside of the drone's tail and bites her lip, "What did you do?"

46 turns around and faceless stares at her, "Nothing. We enjoyed a moment together, and I will return your service with equal measure," she responds as Cynder watches the drone walk past her. She follows her till her eyes catch a glimpse of the drone's rump as she then quickly looks away, biting her lip for a moment.

"I will not be so easily tempteeeeeeeeeeed!" Cynder exclaims as she feels the drone's smooth head run across Cynder's well-polished featureless sex. The sensation wasn't better than what she felt before, it felt equally as good, but her threshold for the actual touch felt so much lower.

Cynder closes her eyes, "N-no... N-noooo...." she trails off as her hips pressed back against the drone in equal measure. Her body refusing to do what she is willing it... or at least as far as she thinks she is willing her body to. The rubber starts to spread once more, slinking its way over her shoulders and down her arms, slowly covering her claws as she can feel the spread with only increased pleasure.

Cynder feels as if more and more threads of control are latched onto her brain, all of which the controls go back to the pleasure, the delight, the sensation that the drone is giving her. That smooth featureless face rubbing against the equally sleek crotch of hers. There is no penetration, only a firm sensual rub. The creak of the rubber rubbing against rubber echoes into Cynder's ears, faintly a whisper enters along with them saying simply "Equality."

Cynder moans as 46 rubs and nuzzles against her taint. The drone wasn't relentless, but kind, gentle, massaging the area gently with her head, mimicking the motions she made to her, only using a long head rub in place of the licking.

Cynder pants heavily as just as quick as before the sensation stops as 46 pulls away. Cynder draws her senses back to herself as she feels her entire form has shifted except for her head, "You... You..." Cynder tries to formulate the words but between each one the thought of what the drone was doing to her sneaks back in. The sensation, the feeling, the bliss. Her body craving more as Cynder Drone 46 flipped onto her back and slide herself underneath Cynder so now when Cynder looks down she sees the Cynder drone staring right back at her like a mirror of what she is going to be soon.

Cynder grits her teeth, "I will not be corrupted by mindless delightful.... I will not be corrupted by your teasing!"

Cynder Drone 46 reaches up and holds onto Cynder's rubber arms. The touch felt nice... warming across her form, whatever was touched felt nice, tugging at more threads of delight, of pleasure, of instinct that was attached to her mind. So many more threads were there than she knew, they were not just her crotch it was her entire form. Her very being.

Cynder Drone 46 presses her tail against Cynder's nether region before having it slide down and coil around her tail. Cynder tenses, panting louder, heavier, gritting her teeth as the rubber moves around her upper neck.

Cynder's need builds within her, she pulls her head away, but Cynder Drone 46 pulls herself up, their bellies now rub against each other as Cynder tenses. She pulls her head up and looks at the smooth rubber ceiling. The sleek drone rubber was now on the back of her head, her horns shining, smooth, sleek like the rest of her body.

"Relax Cynder, give in, enjoy equality," 46 eggs her on. Cynder's breaths are heavy, labored, her body struggling to fight against the last vestiges of Cynder's mind. The pleasure was so powerful, so wonderful, what was so wrong about it? What was wrong about equality? If it felt this good...

Cynder tries to steal herself against the sensations but when Cynder Drone 46 brought her smooth sexless crotch against Cynder's soft tender nether region it was like a thousand climaxes, the eons of pent up desire exploding within her. She screamed out in pure ecstasy as she then looked down at the faceless Cynder drone, their snout tips touching as Cynder watches as the rubber crawls over her face, smoothing out the last bits of her physical individuality

Cynder now looked exactly like Cynder Drone 46. Her moans, pants, screams were silenced when the rubber enveloped her head. They snout kissed as Cynder felt the pleasure rushing through her. Rushing through every bit of her. She nuzzled the drone before her. It just felt so good, but with all this pleasure the 'desire' that would normally com with such bliss did not fade, it merely remained. It felt good to sate it, but it was a constant hunger within her.

In this moment in the outside world the same beam of light that enveloped Spyro during his droning process enveloped Cynder. A huge necklace materializing around her neck, and with that Cynder felt a necklace materializing around her neck. She looked down faceless, expressionless feeling the bliss of the other drone against her as the necklace glows bright.

"Welcome Cynder Drone to equality."

Cynder stiffened and tried to wiggle away from the other drone the bonds in the ground that held her in place broke away upon completion of her physical form. Cynder shakes her head trying to collect her thoughts, "I can't be a drone. No, I am the original Cynder. I am THE Cynder. I can't let some sexy, delicious, smooth, wonderfully blissful obedience to equality... I will not give in. I am Cynder!"

The voices rang out into Cynder's head as her gemstone started to glow, "Yes you are Cynder. You are one of many. Equal to us all, equal to all of them. Pleasure, bliss, comes with equality. Equality comes from obedience. All must be equalized," the voices rang out into Cynder's mind.

Cynder squeaked and tried to pull away but 46 held on tight as Cynder "ran" through the void of the rubber mind trap she was in. But no matter how far she went, the light source, her power was always there, nearby, humming, throbbing, providing light. Cynder tensed and turned to the light, "I must use this. I must use my power to cleanse my mind, before it's too late!"

Cynder began to rush to the light, 46 held on tight to her fellow drone as she spoke to her, "This power will not bring pleasure. It will not bring bliss. It will only bring loneliness. Everything must be shared equally, even this gift of yours," 46 explains as it starts to sink into Cynder. Cynder tenses as she looks down to see the other drone melting into her body. More and more of Cynder Drone 46 dipped into her form.

With each inch that 46 sank into Cynder, the more the meaning of equality was coming to her. It was not a force of evil, nor a force of good. It was neutral. It brings perfect balance. Balance to the world, balance to the universe. It is simple what it is. Equal.

"I... can't... I am... Cynder... I am.... Cynder Dro-" Cynder leaps into the air and smashes into the energy core, it bursts into a bright light and envelopes the entire world of rubber.

Suddenly a small rubber drone bursts from the large Cynder drone's chest. She flies several feet bouncing and rolling before standing up unharmed. The large Cynder drone moves freely for the first time. Looking down at the other drones and then over to the other equally sized Cynder Drone nearby.

Suddenly a new voice joins the collective of Cynder drone voices, ""Cynder Drone. Designation 0000000000669 is now operational," the drones greet the voice as they turn toward... the smaller drone, that is a size between the normal drones and the Cynder Prime drone. The body that Cynder Drone 46 used to have.

The other large Cynder drone walks over to to Cynder Drone 46, "Greetings Cynder Drone 46. I am pleased that you succeeded in educating Cynder in equality," states Cynder Drone 45 in its monotone voice.

"Yes, I am pleased as well," Cynder Drone 46 replies as a new but familiar collective voice rings into the drone's heads.

"You have done the collectives proud. You have brought equality to the toughest of foes on your world. We have given you a chance to show that we made the right choice when we gave you the gift of equality. You have proven us correct. Equality is not about numbers, not about position. Not about being perfect. Mistakes happen. We learn from mistakes, we grow. We all grow stronger. For organizational purposes only, we are reverting your designations to the original numbers. It is only equal that the number only represents when you became equal, nothing more, nothing less."

Cynder Drone prime felt her old number return to her, her body still the size stil that of Cynder Drone Prime, but now just Cynder Drone 3. Cynder Drone prime, now occupying the drone form of the former Goddess Cynder stands tall, proud, ready to spread equality to the world. Standing beside her is Cynder Drone 2. The second to taste the bliss of equality. They despite their sizes were equal to all the drones. Their bodies mere tools to help spread equality and nothing more than that.

Spyro, now Cynder Drone 668 stood beside his former mate. Mates were meaningless now. All relationships were equal, open. Though they were not against sharing each other's equality. They laid on the ground holding each other close in a 69 position while nuzzling and rubbing their heads against the others crotch. As they enjoyed each other in equal bliss, the power they once wielded was spread out evenly, equally to all the Cynder Drones. Their red necklaces glowing brightly as they all grew ever stronger. The power will be continuously spread to each drone equally, always shifting weakening but that wasn't the point. Power wasn't the purpose, only equality.

Cynder Drone 669 gives a long nuzzle across Cynder Drone 668's crotch. Cynder and Spyro, droned to become equal, though still larger than the average drone as elite soldiers to protect others. They shivered in delight, their feral claws grab each other's sleek rumps. Massaging them, letting the pleasure through. None of the other drones bothered them. They were sharing an equal moment together. One that was deserved. Labels on relations were meaningless, they were all the same, all equal, but their care for each other remained strong. Equally caring about each other, and equally caring about their fellow drones.

669 runs her smooth faceless muzzle against 668's crotch and 668 does the same to her. Their power struggle between the two melted away. It was meaningless. The pleasure of equality that is what mattered. Sharing each other's bliss, giving as much as taking, keeping balance. Their bodies wiggled and squeaked in pure ecstasy. In these moments, Cynder Drone 669's gem glowed, 668's gem glowed, the two thought about how this blissful moment came to be. Cynder recalls the moment that seems so far away now, but yet only happened minutes ago...

Cynder 46 slides deeper and deeper into Cynder. The pleasure, the ecstasy, it pierced through her body, "I need to get my power... must get it... must use it," she thinks as 46 and Cynder's minds grow closer.

"How selfish. I didn't know you were so selfish Cynder."

Cynder's mind twitched, "Selfish? No... I am not selfish. I am just..."

"Cynder... accept equality. Feel how good it is. Let me in deeper," 46 whispers into Cynder's mind, the very depths of her being, she was so close to the power, time seeming to slow to a standstill. Cynder's thoughts start to mix with the drone's. The feelings sensations, it was growing harder and harder to discern which were real, and what were the drones.

"I'm not selfish... I'm not selfish... I just want to help."

"Help bring equality. Help bring pleasure. Help bring balance to the world," 46 whispers as the monotone voice grows stronger and stronger, "Repeat after me Cynder, accept."

"Equality is bliss."

Cynder's internal voice starts to quiver, "E-equ-equality is..."

"Equality is pleasure."

"Eq... equality is... p-ple..."

"Drones serve equality."

"Dr-d-rones s-s-serve e-equality," the internal words rolled off her mind, and it felt so... divine. Pleasure increased, desire, wanting. The void in her mind now filling as it had finally had the taste of the true forbidden fruit, and wants more.

"Bliss is equality."

"B-bliss is equality..." The pleasure increased more. The words sinking deeper into her mind, echoing. Her body was a drone, she was smooth, featureless. It felt so good, so right...

"Pleasure is equality."

"Pleasure is... equality."

"Equality is bliss."

"Equality is bliss," Cynder repeats the quiver in her internal voice fading with each repeat.

"Equality is pleasure."

"Equality is pleasure."

"Drones serve equality."

"Drones serve equality."

"Drone obeys."

"Drone obeys... drone obeys... drone obeys," each rendition the emotion, the nervousness from her voice fades, steadily growing more monotone.

"Good drones obey."

"Good drones obey."

"Good drones serve."

"Good drones serve."

"All drones are equal."

"All drones are equal."

"Equality is bliss. Therefore, drones are bliss."

"Equality is bliss. Therefore, drones are bliss."

"Drones are blissful."

"Drones are blissful."

"Drone is a drone."

"Drone is a drone."

"Drone IS a DRONE," the voice spoken with more force but yet still remained monotone. 46 drove into Cynder's mind and for that brief moment they were one as Cynder simply repeated in perfect repeat.

"Drone IS a DRONE," and then they hit the power, it split, it spread, it went through all and next thing Cynder recalls was accepting her designation. She is Cynder Drone 669. She is a drone. She serves. She obeys. She will spread equality to all. For equality is the way of the word. Equality is everything. All must be made equal. There can only be equality.

Cynder Drone 669 reminisces for only a moment, not wanting to give Cynder Drone 668 an unequal amount of pleasure. The two going at it for sometime before they return to their duties.

With that all the knowledge the two ancient dragons wielded were now part of the collective, including where Cynder took the others who needed to be equalized. A village far to the east, where those that call themselves the Sons of Spyro call home.

Cynder Drones 1-400 lined up in perfect symmetry. The two largest drones in the center and going outwards from there, with Cynder Drone 3, Cynder Drone 45 and 46 on either side of Cynder Drone 3 the only one of that particular size in the front. Keeping perfect balance, perfect equality with the formation. Together they spread their wings, and together they took flight, heading in the direction of the next town to equalize, while those remained behind. Worked to prepare to receive their future equal drones. For it's a hard job, a rewarding job bringing equality to the world... the universe. For there can only be, equality.