Oh, you're such a lucky one. You just happen to be at the right place at the right time.

The time when I begin my everlasting regime over the pitiful people of this kingdom.

You've been blessed with a choice — no, a purpose. A chance to rise above your fellow filth you
wallow with. To RULE over them. To rule them all.

Don't think you have what it takes to be a faithful lord over your kingdom? I perfectly understand.
You're perfectly right — a fleshling like you is to frail, weak, and utterly stupid to ever bear power or prestige. You're
meant to be nothing more than lowly slaves, cogs to do my bidding.

But not you. You're meant for more. You're DESTINED for more. You're destined to lead, to rule.

Simply allow me to assist you with your duties. Not to worry, I won't infringe — I'll be nothing more than a voice softly
whispering into your ear. A suggestion. A thought. A soft, subtle command.

You don't need to worry about making any mistakes. I'll bear the full responsibilities of the crown, the mundane decision making
behind the scenes. You'll have all the prestige. The fame. The glory!


To help me to fully assist you, just listen to me. Don't be rash. Don't give a foolish command without my guidance. Only a stupid, inefficent ruler would dismiss my wisdom …

Run your every idea by me. Your every desire. Every thought.

Don't do anything without my support. Without my PERMISSION. I know better. I know everything. You know nothing. Don't even think without my blessing. Good rulers obey. You want to be a good ruler, right?

Now, we simply must do something about this body of yours. Nobody in their right mind is going to obey a weak, fragile flesh creature like you. You need a costume, a mask. To hide your true self-no, your false self. Your old, weak self.

You need to be regal. You need to be majestic. You need to be Rubber.

What's more regal and prestigious than a pony, with a skin of shiny, marble white? see how your beautiful latex glints in the sunlight, feel it squeezing against your old, weak body.

You need a better, more fitting tail, one that elegantly flows like clear water in the wind. A rainbow of shimmering color, one that any fleshling would envy. That any fleshling would simply give ANYTHING to possess.

You need a mask, to breathe in a special perfume. This will help empty your mind of your fears and doubts. As your advisor, I strongly suggest it. I command it. You cannot be a good ruler without it.

That's it. Just breathe in and out, in and out …

in …

out …

huff …

puff …

feel it filling your mind, forcing away all impure thoughts … the intoxicatingly dense aroma flooding your senses and leaving you blind to the world. All you can smell is the thick scent of perfume and latex. All you can hear is my voice. Focus on those and those alone. Your senses are magnified, all the better to see me, hear me, smell my domineering aura.
Feel the immense royal power bubbling within your tissues, gooey fluid purifying you from the inside out. Feel the majestic, magnificent wings click online with a metallic whine, mechanical programming becoming rubbery solidified muscle.

Feel the euphoric burst of sensation as a shiny, big bulge forms in your crotch, protected by a ornate, golden lock forever. Forever wanting. Forever needy. But only I can satisfy you. Only through I will you be fulfilled.
You're already looking so elegant, my liege. Almost ready. Almost perfect.

Let's simply cover that vile fleshy head of yours with a coat of clean, snow white latex. An aura of clean, pure innocence masking the ugliness underneath. Feel A thick, immovable virtual reality visor swinging into place, locking your eyes into its bright, hypnotic glare. You cannot blink. You cannot close your eyes. You do not want to do either. You want to pay attention to the dancing swirls that tell you to obey, obey, obey. As a film of semitransparent latex closes over your eyelids, sealing your eyes with a rubbery glaze, you no longer have the need to blink. Or Breathe. Or eat.

That's it, my beautiful ruler. My Queen. My vassal.

Go forth and rule your vast kingdom — rule it for me.

A perfect puppet ruler for my perfect puppet state.


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