Buntron Drones 01

Judy kept thinking that none of this would be happening if she hadn’t turned her radio off in order to assure the confidential witness he was safe with her. When the panther came in requesting help, the other ZPD officers had just seen a howler head fresh off his last berry bender and pawned Mr. Manchas off on the rookie bunny. For good reason, with torn pants and a BVD still stained purplish blue as he spilled every detail of a meeting between the Mayor and some shadowy party, the disheveled melanistic leopard looked strung-out. But Officer Hopps started to hear enough strange coincidences in the chauffeur’s spiel that she wanted to keep him talking…

It was the right thing to do except she missed the panicked squawking from 5 floors above. The chief’s office, along with the other ZPD personnel stationed at the administrative level, had been attacked. Details were blurry, but there was a sense of panic and a lot of mobilized riot gear as the elevator pushed more officers up to try and contain whatever was going on. Judy missed it while she was letting Manchas pace with a cup of coffee in his hand as he remembered something about the shape of those glasses worn by whoever Lionheart had him pick up.

Suddenly, something smashed through the blinds and the glass of the conference room. Grabbing the panther and picking him up as easily as someone from Little Rodentia. The gleaming figure looked like he was wearing something armored as Officer Hopps pulled her weapon, yelling. “ZPD! Put the panther down, now!”

Whatever Manchas had felt before was nerves, not fear. Now, the big cat was feeling fear. And cold as the bear-like figure grasped him with that metal hand. It looked like a robot, but that didn’t make any sense. The sensation reminded him of feeling frost-bite. Tingling and hardening stiffness. Groaning now in surprise as it kept spreading where he was being grabbed, despite recovering his senses enough to struggle.

“Let him go!” Judy ordered one more time before pulling hard enough on that stun gun she was worried about jerking as she fired. Relieved to see those probes flying right towards the silver figure and…immediately bouncing off its hardened skin. With nothing to bury into or clothes to hook onto, the overwhelming voltage never showed. And she was watching something that might well be a robot heft the panther in the air as his body started to look metallic. A chrome finish spreading across the impressive pecs and shoulders of her star witness. He groaned and the lapine officer was suddenly aware of how Manchas was endowed with more than the potential truth.

She didn’t know what to do. Horrified as the panther started to stiffen in that bear-bot’s grasp. His legs no longer kicking as he was held off the ground. A metallic sheen covering his muscled body as his ursine android attacker ripped away those useless clothes to expose a transforming Manchas as he set him back down. The panther’s eyes rolling back in his head as his mouth seemed to be moving. Judy could hardly make any of the words out except “...obey...Buntron.. Must Obey Buntron…” while the big cat’s chrome cock grew into hardness while the rest of his body and his face were completely covered in polished metal. He looked a little like that Best Officer trophy she’d seen in the display case, supposedly modelled off one of her colleagues.

Prey instincts ran deep and she immediately knew she was in danger. She’d expended her stun gun and didn’t have another cartridge on her unless she was out on patrol. The bunny backed away from the broken window and the big cat with a chrome finish and eyes locked ahead, but the bearish figure strode closer to the last ZPD hold-out in the building. Her eyes wide as she prepared to bound forward, only to be caught by the strap of her vest. She kicked, hard, only earning a clung as her foot connected with a solid metal surface. The robot ignored the attempt, moving a hand towards her neck as its other fingers pulled open the vest and the blouse beneath.

Now Judy was aware of that strange cold sensation intruding on her moment of panicked exertion. She was putting everything into getting free, but the vise grip of the ursine robot observing her was locked in place. The bunny had already seen how this ended, but refused to give-up. Struggling more as she felt tingling around her throat that spread towards her face and down her cleavage. It was like the layer of liquid metal was starting to weigh her down. Making it harder to move every muscle. Leaden lapine body betraying her as she shuddered at the invasive touch of the chrome on her breasts. Her cheeks burned as she imagined herself resembling one of those Soryamouse designs with her sculpted rack. It didn’t feel so imperative to fight now. She’d already failed to protect her witness. No one else from ZPD was even left to help her. Maybe she would enjoy it when her whole body looked like the big, muscular cat. Smoothed over in perfect chrome. She… Judy groaned when it trickled down her thighs beneath her favorite leggings. At the same time, her long, delicate ears were filling with it. Coated with liquid metal like the rest of her body. The bunny was smart enough to recognize this was more than second skin deep. The empty eyes of the robots in the room with her made her think of what Manchas was saying when he was still struggling.

“Obey Buntron.”

“Zootopia will be upgraded.”

“Obey...buntron…?” she found herself thinking as her toes clenched. It was programming her! It was changing her into something better. More suited to serve Buntron. Of course it would enter her mind, format that organic brain into something better and fill it with the necessary programming. Zootopia would be upgraded.

It felt good when that delicious, icy feeling and the tingle that followed flowed across her pussy. Now she knew why the panther and the panda with her were hard. Besides being metal. It was really wonderful to manipulate all those nerves and light her body’s pleasure center up with every inch of Judy that obeyed Buntron. She wondered if her partner would find her like this. Chrome finished, with stiff rivet-like nipples on a perfect robot rack. Her eyes empty like the other machines. Blankly obeying Buntron’s directives for Zootopia.

If he did, she hoped she would get to train him… “Zootopia must be upgraded.”