Dehumanization

The three Dranza crawled through the teleportal. The three worthless xeno-cunts felt a stream of warm liquid splashing on their heads and back as they scurried through the rift in spacetime. The raven haired alpha shrieked as the pungent smelling liquid splashed across her head and back. It was only upon turning to gaze at where they had come from, and upon performing a taste test, that the Dranza realized that they were drenched in red wine. They looked back at where they had come from to see a statue of a naked human they could tell from the helmet and sword in his right hand was supposed to be some kind of warrior. With his other hand, the statue pulled on the leash of a snarling beast that spat a Conquestian chianti from its mouth.

The Dranza stood up dazed, disoriented, and overwhelmed at the sight of an open sky. The farm raised xenos having never seen a natural sky, the naive nubiles could not tell the imitation from the real thing. The three heard the click-click-click of someone with high heels approaching. The Dranza looked up in awe and terror at the giantess that at first glance seemed to be clad in latex, until on a closer look the Dranza realized that the Vyraxis Dominatrix was nude and that the glossy black tight coating over the creature's feminine muscular form was in fact its skin. "Well well well." It said as it picked up all three Dranza with childish ease.

The two collared Dranza were grateful that the three meter tall harem attendant held them by the collar in such a way as to not **** them as the femnoid-insect smelled and tasted them with her slimy tongue and course antennae. For the alpha wearing only an armlet struggled to breathe as the Vyraxis wrapped its tail around her neck and casually held her feet inches from the ground. "I can smell why Master chose you." it said. "Snowball!" A Ligreon with the purest white fur and the clearest blue eyes rushed up to the dominatrix. "Escort these two to the aft starboard gazebo. The one with the moat." The collared Dranza let out a cry as they were shaken and dropped to the ground.

The collareds in capable hands, the dominatrix sauntered over to the Sacracution grounds. The Dranza looked around in horror at the sand covered ground she could tell was saturated in blood. The green skinned **** girl struggled, clawed, and bit at the dominatrix, only to hear the nine foot tall femnoid to laugh and let out sighs of enjoyment. "harder!" the dominatrix would command as it squeezed the woman's neck tighter.
The Dranza was tossed into a metal cylinder with a painful THUD before sealing the girl inside, alone.

The Dranza had never been alone before. For her entire life she had been kept in dark, overcrowded, spaces with no privacy. Now, the girl who was so worthless and disposable that she did not even warrant a serial number, much less an actual name. Sat in a brightly lit canister, alone with her own reflection.

The Dranza had never looked in a mirror before, the times she could remember seeing her own reflection in a puddle of water of in the chrome shine of a railing were few and far between. Now the Dranza got a good look at herself.
What she saw was a svelte, toned, well proportioned woman with ample, perky breasts to go with her hourglass figure standing five and a half feet tall. But for the reptilian eyes, elongated neck, and smooth green skin decorated by patterns of colored scales, one could mistake the Dranza, any humanized Dranza, for a lovely young lady. Unlike Ligreons who persisted in their natural form throughout Federation space. The entire Dranza race had had their germ-line DNA bio-forged so that every Dranza without exception would be humanized from birth. But being humanized is not human. The Dranza were always tactiphilic monophobes, and the Trinity Science Consortium did nothing to remove those traits.

The Dranza alpha pounded on the mirrored walls "Let me out! Please! Master! I am sorry! Let me out! I will do anything! Let me show you what a good **** I am! I hate this! I hate this! I want to die! I want to die! Please! This place is terrible! I..." The Dranza started to feel funny, then came the pain!

The Dranza roared in agony as, all at once, the NOXET proteins that were a part of every cell in the Dranza's body, all self-destructed.
New emotions surged through the Dranza's mind mind-shackles that had been germ-coded into her grandmother's DNA were lifted away. The Dranza looked back on her life with a totally different perspective. Domesticated xenos cannot help but want to be the best slaves that they can for The Master Race. The NOXET compelled all xenos to relinquish themselves in service of mankind in general and their owner in particular quite literally on a molecular level. Now her mind was free to reflect on her life without the biochemical blinders imposed on her by the disgusting hairless apes.

The Dranza growled in a language it could have never spoken before as the xeno felt its bones and muscles expand as they reshaped themselves into their natural form. Quantum fields effectors managed the rapid cellular growth and transformation. The woman's beautiful jet black hair littered the bottom of the reinforced quantum gene-forge. The chamber which had once seemed large to the woman felt cramped as she grew two feet and gained three hundred pounds of lean predatory muscle.

The Dranza, fully dehumanized and her mind free for the first time, roared a cry of righteous indignation. Her thoughts drifted to the moment her Master had touched her. She recalled the taste of his maleness. At the time, she had found it curious, exotic even. Now, the memory of it brought on feelings of revulsion and defilement. The Dranza could still feel the Y-chromosomes polluting her body. That man, that MALE, that had the gall to call himself her owner, had polluted her, contaminated her.

All of the reverence, devotion, and worship for The Master Race that had filled the Dranza's heart for eighteen years had transmuted into the coldest, purest, most intense of hatreds. The Dranza, having exhausted is futile rage, sat poised and ready to strike. That door would open eventually, and when it did, the Dranza intended to kill that human and anything that got in her way.