Spike the Corrupter - CYOA
Chapter 2: Political Base
Previous Chapter Next ChapterSpike rubbed his chin before a smile came to his face. "We separate Pharynx from the rest of the Hive and then go from there."
"That's a smart plan and all master," Smolder said grimacing and crossing her arms over her chest. "But how are you even going to do that?"
"For that, I just need a couple of white gems..." Spike chuckled, his smile widening.
"So, how do you like the picnic, Dactylus." A yellow and orange changeling said as she leaned forwards on her stomach, propping her face up on her hands.
Her blue and green mate barely heard her, too busy stuffing his face with food. "Mosht definitely!" He said, his mouth full. He was quick to set down the stag beetle skewers he was eating to move on to honey-nectar sweet rolls. "Thish ish the best!"
The other changeling rolled her eyes. Maybe next time she should try busting out the food after things got sexy. Now she was just put off.
Fibula, the first changeling, gave a sigh as she turned over onto her back staring up at the sky. It was a beautiful day, and she did have it all off to spend with her boyfriend. Maybe after the food, they could go for a walk or something out in the sun. Yeah, that would definitely put her in the mood afterward.
She gave content sigh as she settled in. The heat from the sun always felt so nice on her carapace. She closed her eyes for a second, but her sunbathing was suddenly cut short as it all suddenly got cold, as if someone was blocking her light. Then she heard Dactylus cry out in surprise.
She quickly sat up, eyes wide as she turned over just in time to see Spike, the king's best friend of all people, holding Dactylus up in the air by the throat. The changeling sputtered and gasped as he struggled to breathe, looking at the dragon fearfully.
Fibula was too scared to move, watching as Spike pressed a finger into Dactylus's forehead causing him to go limp and collapse to the ground. She couldn't help but pant as she stared down at her lover, who was staring up at the sky drooling slightly with a pure white crystal in his head.
She tried to crawl away from him on her hands and knees, too stunned to even speak or cry out, but she was stopped by a pair of legs. She slowly turned her head upwards to see another dragon, this one orange and magenta with a purple crystal in her head.
Fibula could only scream when the dragon picked her up and held her still as Spike approached. Her vocal cords felt like they were shredding themselves, but she could do nothing to stop Spike from shoving his finger into her forehead as well, and then with a flash of white light everything when dark.
"So... what happens now?" Spike asked as he stared down at the two changelings, who were merely lying there with their mouths agape and eyes glazed over.
"Who are you talking to?" Smolder asked, frowning slightly, but he ignored his pet.
"Well, we just have to wait for a couple of moments while the white gems work their magic," The voice in his head said. "The two will basically be the same as they were before, but they are now loyal to you to a fault. Just keep in mind, that if you start to abuse that loyalty too much they will break free from the white gems of their own fruition. It's kind of a problem with them."
"And what constitutes an abuse of loyalty?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.
Smolder pouted slightly. She couldn't tell if her master was crazy or that she was just being left out of the conversation. Her gem flashed and she flinched slightly as it punished her for thinking anything bad about her master.
"Oh you know, common sense things. Ordering them to kill themselves, trying to... 'play' without consent, putting them in harm's way too often." The voice said. "Of course, you can still use them as soldiers and send them on the odd suicide mission, they are your slaves after all, just don't do it too much or the gems will break and they will revolt."
"Got it. Be an intelligent ruler, and use the carrot just as much as the stick." Spike said, rubbing his chin.
"Spot on, mate." The voice exclaimed.
A sudden dread filled Spike's head as he furrowed his brow.
"Wait, I just realized... am I going to have to do this for every single one of my new subjects?!?" Spike asked, his eyes widening. "This is going to be so tedious!"
"Well yes but actually no." The voice said. "There is a method to the madness."
"Explain," Spike asked, frowning.
"When you reach a certain point in power you will be able to convert entire cities into white gems using crystalline growths out of the ground and the like. But, that is a little far off. Until then you're going to have to create some kind of assembly line process," The Crystal of Domination sighed.
Spike sighed. "Guess I'm going to have to use my brain on this huh?"
"Myes."
Just after they finished talking a stirring occurred behind him. He turned around just in time to see the two changelings groaning as they pulled themselves and sat up slightly.
"Urg... You ok Dactylus?" the female changeling said as she shook her head. The male responded with an affirmative nod as he turned to look around.
The second they saw Spike the two instantly shot up into standing positions and saluted, their hands clacking against the white gems now permanently attached to them.
"My lord!" Dactylus said, "How can we help you?"
Spike and Smolder's eyes both widened slightly. They took a second to lock gazes before Spike returned his vision to them and smirked. "Lord... I could get used to that." He said, rubbing his chin. Spike approached the two, placing a hand on both of their shoulders.
"Well, here's a question. How much do you two want to serve your... lord?" he asked, his smile growing.
"We'll do anything for you, sir!" Fibula said, a dumb smile coming to her face.
"Good. First things first, I need you to transform for me. Just so I can see if you can hide those two gems in your heads." Spike said, lowering his head down to their level. The two instantly burst into cyan flame. When it died down, they were both still in their base forms, but the gems in their heads were gone.
"Excellent," Spike said, his smile only widening by the second. "Next, you two are going to be involved in a special operation for me. If you do it right, you two will have been responsible for my first ever conquest."
Spike watched as the two changelings shivered. "We'd love to do nothing more sire!" Fibula said, almost moaning at the concept. Dactylus meanwhile bit his lip.
"Perfect. Now then, what I want you to do is-"
An explosion rang out through the forest surrounding the changeling hive as orange fire and smoke shot out above the trees. Panic rang out throughout all the hive as changelings all around ran to the nearest Hive window or opened roof clearing to catch line of sight of exactly what had just happened.
Through it all Pharynx desperately tried to keep order, dispatching his (rather untrained) troops to every opening and clearing to keep the people calm. Whatever that was, it sounded bad.
Just then, two changelings came running up to him, Fibula and Dactylus if he remembered correctly. A pair of lovebirds who spent more time going on romantic picnics together and stuff like that than actually useful things like shoring up defenses and patrolling and stuff.
Initially, he frowned, but his frown disappeared when he looked at just how scared they were.
"Pharynx! Pharynx!" They both screamed, causing him to take a couple of steps towards them as they collapsed over panting.
"What's wrong you two?" He said, gritting his teeth. "Are we under attack?"
"N-no." Fibula said as she panted. "B-but..."
"There's this monster out in the woods. It's big and scary and it breathes fire..." Dactylus said, waving his hands through the air. "It said it wanted to take the entire forest as its own new... lair or something I think it said.
Pharynx frowned and let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "And is this thing covered in scales? And is it about my size?"
"Actually a little smaller," Fibula said, shrinking under his frustrated gaze.
"Great. Sounds like we have a dragon in the woods. Fantastic." Pharynx grunted, grinding his teeth as he spoke. "I told Thorax it was a terrible idea to sign an open border agreement with the Dragonlands, but noooo he wanted to let his 'totally plutonic' friend Ember to be able to visit. And oh, 'we can totally trust all dragons Pharynx, I mean Spike and Ember are just so great.'"
Pharynx turned to his guards, who had all stopped deploying to watch his growing mental breakdown. "Go and tell everyone it's a false alarm, nothing's wrong at all." He sighed as he turned to walk towards the nearest window. He paused before flying out. "Except you four. You're coming with me."
Said four were Dactylus, Fibula, and two rather terrified-looking guards who were already shaking in their boots. Pharynx didn't care though as he took to the air and made his way down towards the burning section of forest, unaware that he was walking into a trap laid out specifically for him.
Spike grinned as he watched from the bushes as Pharynx used his magic to go about putting out the many fires that Smolder had started before he, his two guard escorts, and Spike's loyal minions made their way through the underbrush. Pharynx led from the front, followed by his two guards and Fibula and Dactylus in the back, waiting for their master's signal to begin their ambush.
Spike followed after them, careful to remain as hidden as possible as they went about moving. Spike kept his eyes glued to Pharynx the entire time, waiting for his moment to strike.
Pharynx was tall, only an inch or two shorter than Spike himself, not counting his antlers. He was also very muscular. Muscular yet lean. Faded cracks and wounds from battles, barely visible to even the trained eye darted what little parts of his carapace were visible under his suit of armor. Spike scratched his chin slightly. To be honest, the changeling wasn't quite his type, being a little too buff and firm for him. Yet, considering just how much of a femboy his brother was, it wouldn't be too difficult for Spike to mold him down into something that fit his wants and desires. He'd probably start by cutting the protein out of his diet... though considering how he looked protein probably was his diet.
Spike mentally slapped himself in the face.
'No, focus. You're doing this to get a general first, not another harem pet.' He thought to himself.
"Nothing wrong with your slaves wearing multiple hats." The Crystal of Domination said with a mental shrug.
'You can hear my thoughts too? Do I get any privacy from you?' Spike mentally sighed.
"Nah not really." The voice laughed. "But if it's any consolation, I think you'll start to like never being alone-"
'Shut up, something happening.' Spike grinned. It was time.
Pharynx's jaw dropped when he saw exactly which dragon it was standing in the clearing ahead of him.
"Smolder!?" Pharynx asked, whisper yelling to his guards. "What the hell is one of Ocellus's friends doing here!? Why is she claiming ownership of our forest?! And why is she naked!?"
"I don't know, sir." One of his guards said, biting his lip. "M-maybe she's in trouble?"
"She's pretty..." The other said, stars in his compact eyes. There was a loud ding as Pharynx slapped him upside his armored head.
The changeling prince growled. "Well whatever the reason, I'm putting a stop to this. You four, stay here and keep hidden."
Pharynx stood up and walked out of the bushes, capturing Smolder's attention immediately. He was slow and careful in his steps, keeping his focus entirely on her, failing to notice two magical sounds ring out behind him as Dactylus and Fibula shot his soldiers in the back of the heads with stunning spells, leaving them open for Spike's corruption.
"Smolder, is that you?" Pharynx asked as he approached. "You aren't just Ocellus trying to prank me... for some reason."
"No, I'm the real Smolder." She said, smirking slightly, her head tilting to the side. Her smirk only grew with every step he took towards her.
"Then what the hell are you doing?" Pharynx roared, straightening his back. "First you come down all the way here to the Changeling Empire, naked mind you, when you should be back at school with Ocellus. Then you light a massive fire and claim that you own a section of our kingdom, grounds for war mind you. I mean, I should kick your ass for that alone! The only reason I haven't yet is that you're friends with a member of the Hive, but that's definitely going to change if you don't explain yourself right the hell now!"
Smolder ignored his rant, only walking towards him, arms crossed under her rather supple breasts. "Oh, is that all you wanted to say?" She asked, rolling her eyes slightly.
This only made Pharynx's frown deepen as he quickly closed to gap between them. "That's it. I'm arresting you and calling your teachers. And if they don't set your attitude straight I'm bringing out some of Chrysalis's old torture racks."
He reached a hand out to grab her but was shocked when she suddenly grabbed him by the arm. His eyes widened as she, with all the grace and speed of a professional wrestler grasped him with both hands and used her wings to position herself, her legs pressing into his chest. He wasn't excepting the move by any means allowing her to bring him to the ground, his face pressed into the dirt as she pinned him in a cross-arm breaker hold.
His stunned state almost instantly wore off as he watched a massive purple dragon break from the woods and start sprinting towards him. He recognized who it was instantly. His brother's 'best friend forever' Spike.
Pharynx let out a roar as he burst into flames. Smolder's eyes widened as a massive bladed leg stabbed into the dirt next to her, narrowly missing her head. She was forced to let go and start running as the leg raised into the air and tried to stab directly into her chest.
Spike's face went white slightly as he watched as Pharynx's combat form rose from the dirt, his shattered armor on the ground in shards beneath him. It turned to stare directly at him, murder written in its five compact eyes as his antennae clicked and clacked together, sounding like a predator eyeing his prey.
"I should have known this whole friendship thing was an act!" Pharynx roared as he started walking towards him, gnashing his monstrous teeth. Spike narrowly dodged to the side, avoiding one of Pharynx's massive bladed legs.
"Let me guess. You're 'princesses' set you up to do this. Rub me out of the picture so they can vassalize the changelings and use my brother as their puppet? Not happening!" He shouted, bringing another claw down. This one was even harder for Spike to dodge than the last.
He wasn't so lucky when it came to Pharynx's follow-up strike. A horizontal swing caught the dragon directly in the chest. He felt all of the wind get knocked out of his lungs as he was sent spiraling through the air, landing sprawled out on his back on the ground several feet away from where he started.
Spike panted as he watched Pharynx approach, his massive monstrous head filling his vision as he stared down at him. "Game over, dragon. You're under arrest." He said with a smirk.
Spike responded by shoving his hand up and grabbing Pharynx by the forehead. The changeling prince let out a cry of surprise as he felt... something painlessly stab into his carapace. He stumbled back, bringing a claw up to grasp at his head. When that didn't work he dropped his transformation, grasping at the sides of his head as he felt a dark influence worm it's way into his mind.
Memories were buried and smothered alive by... what felt like crystals forming in his head. He panted as he tried to spread his wings to fly away and escape but they wouldn't respond, all he could do was collapse onto his knees and paw uselessly at whatever it was in his forehead as he gradually started to forget why exactly he was trying to fight it. The last memory he had before his mind went blank was of his brother smiling down at him.
"Are you ok master?" Smolder said as she kneeled down by Spike's side. All the dragon could do was groan as he tried to pick himself up. He was helped in doing so by the four changelings who were now his obedient white gemmed slaves.
He shook his head. "Yeah... fine." He grunted.
"Good," Smolder said, pulling him into a slight hug. He idly nodded down at her, smirking as he did. That actually felt rather nice.
Slowly he reached a hand into his pocket where he felt his scroll sitting there. So it hadn't disappeared. Meaning he hadn't switched universes. He smiled for a second before he buckled over coughing when Smolder punched him in the side.
"Don't ever scare me like that again!" She hissed, ignoring the headache she got as the purple crystal wildly flashed, fruitlessly attempting to punish her for lashing out against her master. The white gems all gasped in unison, but they dare not act out against one of the master's favorite pets.
"Right, right... I'll try not to." Spike said through clenched teeth. He sighed as he turned to the drooling and collapsed Pharynx, who could do nothing but stare blankly ahead with his glowing purple eyes.
Spike approached Pharynx, shooing the rest of his slaves away as he did. He paused as he looked down at him. His armor had been shattered by his transformation into a giant bug monster, leaving him in nothing but a T-shirt and some shorts... he looked far less intimidating in these then he would have normally. He almost pitied the 'ling... almost. No, the prince would be much more useful when the Crystal of Domination was done with him. Speaking of said crystal...
"So," He said aloud, once again ignoring his slaves. "Three questions."
"Yes?" The voice asked.
"First of all, why the hell would you leave Smolder with enough independence to punch me?" He quietly growled, in a tone so low as to keep her from hearing.
"Hey, all I did was make her more slutty and servile. I left her personality the same. Any big changes are for you to make later." His mental roommate responded.
Spike sighed. He supposed that made sense... "Fine... on to more important matters I guess."
He nudged Pharynx with one of his feet, just to make sure he was for sure 100% zonked out. "The free pass didn't work! I almost lost there. Why the hell didn't it just send me to another universe where I wasn't getting my ass kicked? Didn't you say they automatically activated when I was going to lose?"
"No, I said it would activate if you started a fight you had a zero percent chance of winning. You were actually doing alright for yourself. Plus this is a perfect learning opportunity." The voice exclaimed rather happily.
"It is?"
"Myes, about the structural matrixes of myself alongside other such gems. Or as I like to call it; hit points." The voice explained. "Basically, every single gem you put in someone's head directly links itself with their bodies. If said body takes a particularly nasty hit, the gem will take damage. For example, when Pharynx smashed you in the chest there."
"Oh like a video game."
"A what?" The voice said raising an eyebrow. He quickly moved on ignoring Spike's comment. "Anyway, as it currently stands, you have 3 hit points. Down to two. Say Pharynx were to get up and hit you two more times. I'd shatter. And since I am the Crystal of Domination, if I shatter so does every single gem I've made. This means all of your slaves are freed and one of two things is going to happen. They are either going to think I possessed you and that you aren't responsible for any of your actions and everything is hunky dory, or more likely you are going to end up like a certain Dutch politician from 1672."
"A what politician?"
"Nevermind that." The Crystal said.
"So how do I regain HP then?" Spike sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, which only made his slaves even more confused.
"Remember what I said about purple gems filling multiple hats? Well, one of those hats is as your personal health repository. Merely spending time in their presence, aka sleeping with them, will heal you." The Crystal of Domination said in a happy tone. "Ain't that fun."
Spike nodded slightly. "Fun indeed..." He raised an eyebrow.
"Last question then." He wondered aloud, tapping Pharynx several times with his foot. "What do we do with this guy?"
Pharynx's gem shimmered to life shooting a series of magical screens into the air, allowing the Crystal to begin his work.
"Not much really. Just have to make him extremely loyal to you, and stuff like that. His main purpose, for the time being, is to be your military advisor and manage future army assets. Ya know, boring stuff. Though there is one thing I can do to make him more useful. To me, not to you." He said as he went about tweaking the changeling's brain.
"And what would that be?" Spike asked, blinking twice.
Pharynx's eyes suddenly returned to normal as he stood up. He burst into flames once again, though this time his flames were a deep purple rather than their normal cyan, and once they dissipated standing in the ling's place was an exact replica of Spike, though made out of black crystal. The gem gave a quick bow as Smolder and the slaves all took a step back in surprise.
"This," He said, a smirk coming to his face. He clapped his hands together which made a loud clacking noise "Now at any point, I can possess Pharynx and have an actual body! Isn't that nice!"
Spike blinked twice, a sudden grimace coming to his face. "This... doesn't mean you are going to run off on me right? I'm in too deep now man."
"Oh, I literally can't. This is just an avatar. My real body is right here," The Crystal of Domination laughed. He tapped on the gem in Spike's forehead several times. "Now then, time to talk with your new slaves. You have a hive to conquer."
The disguise dropped as Pharynx returned to normal. He let out a slight groan, rubbing the side of his head. "Oh... what happened."
Spike was quick to jump into action. "Nothing much, my new general. Now then, are you ready to serve me?"
Pharynx straightened his back, giving a slight salute, clocking himself in the gem as he did. "Of course master. Your enemies are my enemies."
"Excellent. Now then, I'm going to have to start white gemming the hive before I can risk taking your brother." Spike chuckled. "You don't have a problem with that do you?"
"Certainly not. I know my brother would be far happier as your pet, master." Pharynx exclaimed, a small dumb smile coming to his face. "You know what's best for us after all."
Spike nodded. "Ah... he trusts me unconditionally. That's actually rather cute." He said to himself, smirking.
Thorax was rather concerned, to say the least. Pharynx had returned from his hunt in the woods last night claiming that he and his men had failed to track down the dragon, and then went about sending the changeling army into the woods squad by squad one at a time, all throughout the night and day afterward, where, unbeknownst to him, Spike and corrupted soldiers were waiting for them, quickly adding them to his ranks.
Now the last squad had returned to the hive empty-handed, and Pharynx and his troops had quickly piled into the Throneroom alongside their ruler. Most of the hive was terrified, locking themselves indoors in the lower reaches of the hive, the idea of a dragon attack making sure all of them stayed away from any windows or highly flammable plants.
The changeling king tapped his fingers against his throne in a slightly panicked state, turning over to his brother who was staring down at a map of the hive, rubbing his chin as he stared down all the hive's many entrances and exits.
"Pharynx, they've still not found the dragon in the woods," Thorax said as he sat up on his throne slightly, rubbing his hands together. "Are you sure everything is going to be ok?"
"Certainly." Pharynx lied. "I've never met a dragon I couldn't beat in a fight. Besides, it's just one and they only want the forests around the hive."
"R-really?" Thorax whimpered slightly before he quickly got up out of his throne and went over to the map, watching Pharynx's planning. The older ling let out a long sigh.
"Look, I can't do this with you hovering over my shoulder, ya know," Pharynx growled, rolling his eyes. "Look, if it will make you and everyling else, I'm going to station the guards at every entrance and exit to the hive and put up a dome shield ok?"
Thorax let out a sigh. "You always know how to put me at ease Pharynx. Thank you. That would definitely help everyling calm down." The changeling king shook his head as he returned to his throne, slumping over. "I was going to write a letter to Ember to ask her to come down and set this dragon straight, but I've been too stressed to even think of what to say. This should give me a chance."
Pharynx smirked when Thorax turned his back to him and made his way to the Throne. "Don't worry Thorax. After today you're never going to have to stress again." He whispered to himself, prompting a couple of his soldiers nearby to snicker.
The changeling prince turned to the rest of his soldiers. "Men, you know what to do. Let's get to it," he said, a rather sinister undertone in his voice that Thorax failed to pick up on. Quickly, his troops saluted and turned, marching and flying out of the Throneroom's open roof to cauterize the hive.
Pharynx meanwhile looked down at his watch. He was just on schedule. With a quick flash of his horn and antlers a cyan dome, with a notable purple swirl going through it, slowly formed around the hive, locking it off from the rest of Equestria. And trapping almost every changeling on the planet inside.
Spike smiled as he walked towards the hive, an arm wrapped around Smolder's waist. His smile only grew as the dome slammed shut behind him, meaning there was a zero percent chance of any of his future subjects or pets escaping him. He rubbed his chin debating to himself which he should go for first.
Then he thought of how fun it would be to enslave the changeling race while their king watched on and cheered him on.
He paused for a second, his grin dropping as he felt a couple of pangs of guilt in his chest. Did he really want to do this to the poor changelings? Thorax had never once done him wrong. In fact, he was actually probably his closest and nicest friend. Unlike the others, he and Ember had always been true friends. Maybe enslaving him was the wrong thing to do...
Though... he couldn't help but imagine how cute Thorax would look wearing a collar while he swallowed the dragon's cock with his soft rear in the air and tail raised. That sealed the deal. The changelings would be his, no matter what.
He continued his walk, a new sense of determination filling his soul. "Smolder, I'm going to have a new pet to play with in a couple of minutes." He growled licking his lips. "You don't have a problem with that, are you?"
"What? I thought I was going to be the only one?" She whimpered, furrowing her brow. "Does this mean you're going to stop using me as much?"
"Of course not." Spike chuckled, reaching a hand down to cup her exposed rear. "You're still going to always be my first. I just think you could use some friends is all."
Smolder bit her lip to stifle a moan as Spike played with her. She certainly appreciated the attention he was giving her at least.
Soon they arrived at the hive's main entrance, where an entire legion of changeling soldiers was standing at salute, staring directly at him. Fibula and Dactylus were at the front, more than ready for his orders. Spike rolled his shoulders, he could certainly get used to this.
"You two," He said, pointing at the two changeling lovers. "You are to lead me to the Throneroom."
He turned to the rest of the army. "The rest of you. Start rounding up the rest of the Hive. After your king is mine, I want you to begin marching them towards the throne single file so I can... enlighten them."
The army all saluted and slammed the butts of their spears on the ground. "Yes, master!" They roared before they turned and began marching into the hive proper, leaving their lord alone with his guides and Smolder.
"Now then, lead the way." He ordered his first two white gems, who quickly turned around and began leading him with a rather obvious bounce in their steps.
Thorax sat contently on his throne as he went about writing a letter to Ember on a lectern he had set up, asking her to come over and deal with the issue of the still unknown dragon in the woods. If anyone knew what to do it would be her. His mind soon turned to think about another dragon he knew quite well. Spike. The two actually hadn't had a chance to talk in a while. Not since he had been to Ponyvile where he met Ember.
He turned his head to Pharynx, who was still looking down at his watch.
"Pharynx, do you think it'd be cool with the hive if I went to Ponyvile at some point?" Thorax said as he stood up to get out of his throne, approaching his brother.
The prince raised an eyebrow, looking up from his watch. "What for?" he asked furrowing his brow slightly.
Did he suspect something was up?
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to visit Spike at some point." Thorax claimed, taking a step back from Pharynx. "You seem... tense."
"Oh ho ho, trust me. I'm not." Pharynx said, his furrow instantly disappearing. "And you don't have to go all the way to Ponyvile to meet with Spike."
"A-are you sure? I mean, that is where he lives." Thorax said.
"Not anymore," He heard a voice behind him, which quickly made the Changeling whip around and come face to face with Spike of all people, who was walking towards him with arms crossed over his chest. That wasn't the thing that caught his attention though. It was the fact that he was being followed by Smolder, who was completely naked.
Thorax blushed as he stared at Smolder before he shook his head and turned his gaze to Spike. "Spike! What are you doing all the way out here? You should have let me know you are coming, I would have gotten something ready. " He smiled, his eyes being unfortunately drawn to Smolder. "And... well... I know dragons tend to be rather immodest but... why is she naked?"
"Oh don't worry, you won't mind that in a second. Especially because you are going to be joining her." Spike said, as he quickly pushed his way towards Thorax, picking up the pace.
"J-joining her? What do you mea- ghk!" The changeling king was cut off when Pharynx suddenly grabbed him from behind in a chokehold. He barely had enough time to register what was going on before Spike was already on top of him.
"Don't worry Thorax, you'll thank me for this afterwards." He chuckled as he held up a hand, going towards his temple. He watched as Thorax started to tear up in fear, causing his guilt to pang up once again.
"No no, shhh it's ok," Spike said calmly as he brought his hand down, rubbing Thorax's chin as he did. "I'm going to make everything all better."
Spike used his thumbs to wipe the wetness from the 'ling's cheeks, before he went right for the forehead. Thorax didn't even last a second as the crystal burrowed its way into his mind. He wasn't as strong as Pharynx, and he had already fallen, what hope did he have?
And like that, the Crystal of Domination did its work, ripping apart his mind and putting it back together again completely and utterly loyal to his new master, Spike.
The dragon watched as Pharynx gently lowered his brother to the ground before taking a step back, a slight amount of worry written on the older ling's face. Spike however merely observed his new pet's supple frame. His more salacious aspects were hidden by the green and yellow kingly uniform he was wearing. Not like he'd be needing that anymore. Still, Spike tried his best to practice restraint and observed the parts of his androgynous body that he could see. His soft feminine face, his weak and frail arms, and legs, his perfectly flat chest.
Spike couldn't help himself as he quickly stripped himself, just to give him something to do in the agonizing seconds it would take Thorax to open his eyes, freshly obedient and servile. "Fibula, Dactylus." He called out, his two servants quickly saluting.
"Sir?" They asked in unison.
"Go and tell the guards to wait for another half an hour. I want to spend some time with my new pet before I begin white gemming the hive." Spike said, as he removed his shirt showing off his perfect six-pack which made the both of them almost swoon.
"Of course sir." They replied in unison before with great hesitation they left the Throneroom and retreated into the Hive's depths.
His gaze turned to Smolder and Pharynx, who were both staring at his nude frame, blushing deeply and biting their lips in unison.
"Smolder, my new General looks exceptionally pent up. Would you be so kind as to help relieve some of his stress?" Spike asked as he turned over to her.
"Sure... though he won't be as satisfying as you master," Smolder said, biting her tongue in a taunting gesture.
Pharynx's eyes widened for a second before he was suddenly tackled from the front by Smolder, who pinned him to the ground and locked lips with him. His arms were raised in shock for a second before he gave into his pleasure, and they retreated to her rear kneading her tender ass like dough.
Spike stared at them contently before a groan alerted him that his entertainment had awakened. He reached a hand for Thorax to take as he stared up at him doe-eyed.
"M-master," Thorax said as Spike pulled him up and pulled him against his chest. He bit his lip slightly as he felt the dragon's rock-hard rod press against his own.
"Hello Thorax, would you be so kind as to help me with an issue I've been having?" Spike asked as he rubbed the back of the ling's head. "I'm just so in need of some company from one of my slaves."
"Of course, master," Thorax said looking up at Spike's face with a dumb smile. "I'd do anything for you, master."
"Excellent," Spike said, before he gently scooped Thorax up and walked over to the king's former throne, now his. He set him down just in front of it, before gently pushing him, causing him to stumble and land sitting in his royal seat.
Spike wasted no time in kneeling down on the same chair, Thorax's legs between his knees, and presenting the former king with his own royal scepter. Thorax, the obedient pet he was, wasted no time in opening his mouth wide enough for it to fit. Spike gave a couple of experimental thrusts before he slammed the entire length of his rod into Thorax's mouth.
The changeling's compact eyes widened slightly in shock as he felt the gargantuan rod enter his throat, and the just as powerful balls slapping against his chin, but he knew better than to hesitate when serving his master. He was quick to wrap his forked tongue around the rod squeezing it like a vice, and suckling like his life depended on it.
Spike let out a slight coo as he stared down at the ling, using his antlers as handholds. Every inch of his rod was being pampered by the changeling, almost like this is what he was born to do. He couldn't help but feel accomplished. He had awakened Thorax to his true role in life, his personal dick polisher... among other things.
Eventually, his instincts overwhelmed him. He quickly pulled his rod back, until only the tip was in between Thorax's accommodating lips, before he thrust forwards yet again, hitting himself against the back of the ling's throat. And then he did it again, and again.
Thorax brought his arms up, wrapping them around Spike's legs as the dragon face fucked him, a muffled moan escaping his mouth every time to dragon's jewels slapped him on the chin. The salty taste of the drake's precum was driving him wild, only aided by the musk that was driven deep into his nostrils every time they slammed against his scaled belly.
Eventually, the changeling's ministrations became too great for Spike to handle. Yet, he didn't want his first orgasm in the changeling to be in the mouth. No, he wanted to mark him as his own. Permanently. Spike pulled out, pushing Thorax's head as he did. The changeling let out an involuntary whine as Spike let go of him, and took a step off the throne.
In a rather awkward movement, Spike and Thorax traded places, with Spike sitting on the throne, and Thorax on his lap, their chests pressed together. Thorax panted up at Spike, his mouth open and his face flushed a deep blue. The dragon smirked down at him, rubbing a hand down his back, which made the changeling arc under his grip.
Spike's hand went lover, before settling on the hem of the changeling's pants. In a single movement, Spike ripped both them and his undergarments off, leaving him completely exposed. He smiled down at his slave, who let out a moan when his hand returned to his rear, giving it an experimental spank.
"Well, aren't you sensitive?" Spike said, licking his lips.
His hand retreated from Thorax's rear for but a second as he used it to guide his rod into it's dock. Thorax bit his lips to muffle his cry of approval as Spike slowly entered him. It was a slow process, only heightened by Thorax's shaking hips and involuntary thrusts, rubbing his much smaller dicklet and coin purse against Spike's abs.
When he finally hilted inside, Spike brought a hand up, cupping the ling's chin.
"Tilt your head up... good boy," He said, watching contently as Thorax looked up to him, locking eyes with his master.
Spike brought his mouth down and pulled Thorax into a kiss. The ling tensed up and whined slightly as Spike started gyrating his hips up into him. His arms were quick to find their perch, wrapped around Spike's neck as his fingers tensed, dragging along the drake's back.
When the two separated for air, Spike pulled back, turning his head slightly to catch sight of Smolder, who was on her hands and knees with Pharynx kneeling behind her, thrusting into her slowly. Yet the entire time, both of their eyes were on him, clearly showing who it was they belonged to.
Spike grinned as he picked up the pace on his thrusts, the movements making Thorax's entire body shake. The ling couldn't help but throw his head back, and cry out. The ling couldn't even string a sentence together, his mind completely blank, only able to focus on the pleasure his master was giving him.
Seeing his brother being put in his place only made Pharynx more pent up. He stopped his slow thrusts, throwing his hands forwards and grabbing Smolder by the shoulders and forcing her to straighten her back. His thrusting became wild and relentless, hammering into the dragon's snatch as she too found herself in a similar state to her breeder's brother.
The moaning panting and crying of Smolder and Thorax mixed together in Spike's head, becoming a symphony likened to the most beautiful of orchestras. Any misgivings he had about conquering the changelings instantly died as he finally hilted in Thorax one last time, and emptied his baby makers into his ling's eager hole. Thorax's vision went white as his eyes crossed, his own rod spewing rope after rope of seed onto his master's stomach.
Seeing the two finally burst was all it took to push Pharynx and Smolder both over the edge as they came in unison, collapsing to the ground as the changeling pinned his partner to the ground. Pharynx panted and moaned as Smolder dragged her claws across the hive's stone ground.
Finally, after what felt like minutes of pleasure, the four of them had all calmed down. Spike's breathing slowed as he calmed down, staring down at the whimpering 'ling laying on his front.
"Smolder, come help my new pet clean up his mess, then get me dressed. Can't risk showing all of my new subjects me in such a... vulnerable state." Spike chuckled before he turned his gaze to Pharynx. "As for you, get your armor back on and head downstairs. Tell the soldiers that it's time."
"Yes, master." Pharynx said in a breathless voice before he quickly pulled himself out of her and went about getting equipped.
Smolder did as ordered too, crawling on her hands and knees toward's Thorax's former throne. Now it belonged to her master.
She and the changeling quickly found themselves on their knees in front of Spike, using their forked tongues to lick Thorax's load off of the dragon's chest. Said dragon merely leaned back, hands behind his head. Yeah, this was definitely the life.
Several hours later, Spike sat on his throne dealing with the last of the changelings, who were being marched single file by the Hive's guard towards him, where they were white gemmed by Spike. Thorax was sitting on his lap, running a hand up and down his master's chest, while Smolder was laying on the ground, arms wrapped around his legs while she stared up at her fellow pet jealously. Pharynx himself stood next to the throne, arms clasped behind his back.
He could only assume what was going through the heads of the changelings.
Suddenly having your own friends and neighbors drag you from your room only to be forced towards the throneroom, and then finding your beloved king stripped of his clothes sitting on the knee of his new master, who was gradually brainwashing every changeling down to the last. Spike chuckled to himself. This was honestly one of the best days of his life... and he knew things would only get better from here.
Pharynx suddenly without prompting turned to Spike and burst into flames, and in his place stood the Crystal of Domination's Spike form. Spike ignored the confused cry from the changeling in front of him, merely reaching up a hand and enslaving them.
"This was a wonderful score," The crystal said, contently, rubbing his chin. "All in all, you've claimed yourself 13,276 slaves, including this last batch. Not bad, not bad at all. It will certainly have improved your power, which I will show you how to use later. Though I do have some misgivings with these changelings."
"Oh? Explain." Spike asked, furrowing his brow.
"Well, to put it bluntly, while they will make unparalleled spies and saboteurs, they are going to suck in all other forms of combat. And you need more than spies to conquer." It said, staring over as Spike casually enslaved another changeling.
He disappeared into flame once again and Pharynx was standing in his place. "While the crystal is being pretty blunt about it, I'm not going to lie master, aside from me most changelings are wusses. We are going to need an actual army if we are to do any proper conquering."
Spike rubbed his chin as Pharynx transformed back into the crystal yet again. "Hmmm, if both of my advisors are in agreement I am not going to doubt you."
"Myes. Now we need to find a place where we can get fighters. Good ones." The other Spike exclaimed.
Spike's eyes wandered for a moment before settling on the note sitting on a lectern Thorax was previously writing to a certain ally of the Changeling Kingdom.
"What about Ember and the Dragons?" Spike finally asked, causing the other Spike to raise an eyebrow and both of his slaves to quickly turn their gazes to him.
"What?! Ember?!" Smolder groaned. "Oh come on, wasn't Thorax enough? Now you're going to replace me with her too?"
Thorax shivered slightly, pursing his lips. "I... I'd like Ember to join us..." He said quietly, prompting Spike to snicker and pet the back of his head several times.
"Just one issue with that plan. You are not strong enough to take on a fully grown dragon yet, even with all of the slaves you currently have." The crystal said, gritting his teeth slightly.
"That's fair," Spike said, leaning back. "But, there are lots of much smaller dragons around. About my and Smolder's size. They are far stronger than changelings and there are still a lot of them. We enslave them, and I will have an army that I can use to finally start branching out."
"Well... that's far more doable but risky. I'll leave the plotting up to you then." And the crystal disappeared in flames, returning to Pharynx.
Spike turned his gaze back as the last changeling in the was brought to him. He started to think of what to do next as he pressed his gem into the changeling's head.
This would take some thought.