Spike the Corrupter - CYOA
Chapter 3: Attaining an Army
Previous Chapter Next ChapterThe last of the changelings had been white gemmed when Spike finally leaned back into his throne and let out a hum.
"I might have an idea, but I will need to talk through the last details with you," Spike said as his new changeling slaves quickly and contently marched out of the room, leaving Spike alone with just his pets, guards, and general.
Pharynx nodded down at his master. "Very well then master. Talk away." He replied, arms clasping behind his back.
"The Bloodstone Scepter..." Spike started, rubbing his chin. Before he could continue purple flames consumed Pharynx and the crystal of domination was standing in his spot.
"Purely symbolic." The Crystal said, shaking his head. "I know what you're thinking but I really doubt it's going to work. You might convince a couple of dumb drakes who think it's actually super magical, but that's about it."
"What? But I used it to order Garble to go around embarrassing himself last time I had it. It has to be magical." Spike asked, frowning deeply.
"That was mostly because a dragon the size of a literal mountain was backing up your claim." The Crystal said, frowning slightly.
"Yeah... he's kind of right. Big bro told me he only did it because he thought Torch was going to smash him if he didn't do what you told him to." Smolder said, staring up at Spike from her seat on the ground.
"Damn it... and I had a whole thing figured out..." Spike growled. He paused for a second eyes blinking. "Wait a sec..."
His vision slammed down on Smolder. "Garble is your brother?!" He asked, jar agape.
"Yeah."
"And you never told me this why?" Spike growled.
"Didn't really think it was all that important," Smolder said. She wanted to shrug, but her gem flashed and she flinched slightly, rubbing the side of her head.
Spike chuckled to himself, bringing a hand down and rubbing Smolder's head like she was a dog. "That's actually really good to know. Heh... Garble? More like... Cuckle." He smirked to himself, finally getting a one-up over an old bully.
Instantly his mood soured. "So, that plan isn't going to work out huh?" He sighed, rolling his eyes and growling slightly. "Well, when I do get Ember I might as well throw the scepter away..."
"Not necessarily." The Crystal of Domination said, tapping his foot. "That name... It's given me a bit of a hunch."
"Oh?" Spike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My creators, the Peryton. They made more than one Crystal." The Crystal of Domination said, grimacing slightly. "I thought they were all shattered, but I guess not."
"More than one? You mean there are other Crystals of Domination out there?" Spike frowned. Rivals could be an issue...
"Nah, there is only one me." His advisor chuckled, flexing his crystal arm. "The other gems are more like upgrades or modules for myself. There's a red, pink, green, and blue one I believe."
"And what do they do?" Spike asked, leaning forwards.
"Well, I forget what the green and blue ones do, but the red one is specifically designed for punishment, and I believe the pink one can be used to change your slave's genders."
Spike gasped. "What?!"
"Oh yes. A lot of my former masters were uncomfortably straight. I kind of hated it." The crystal laughed. "I enjoy seeing the odd femboy pounded into the dirt."
Spike blinked slightly. "Well... I like cuties like Thorax here as much as the next guy..." said changeling let out a coo and snuggled up against his chest as he pet him. "But I'd be lying if I didn't say there is a certain dragon and his friends I want to see ruined."
"Hehe... Big bro would hate that if you did that to him." Smolder giggled. "You should totally do it."
Spike chuckled down at Smolder before turning his attention back to the Crystal Spike next to his throne. "So then, do you have any idea what the red one actually does for punishment?"
"I think it has something to do with mind erasure and replacement. Really nasty stuff." The crystal said, shivering slightly. "I actually met the guy. He's a real sicko. But, if my hunch is correct I think he's in the Bloodstone Scepter."
"And how come the Dragons never, ya know, got it working?" Spike asked, leaning forwards and frowning.
"Oh, simple." The crystal reached a hand forwards and tapped Spike on the forehead several times. "You need me to make the other ones work."
Spike nodded slightly, rubbing his chin. "I guess that makes sense... So what you're saying is that even if I can't use it to take control of the dragon lands completely I still want to get my hands on the Bloodstone Scepter in case it is the red gem?"
"Bingo." The Crystal of Domination said before bursting into flames and being replaced by Pharynx.
Pharynx shook his head. "Arg... I hate it when he does that." He growled slightly.
Instantly he disappeared into purple fire again and the Crystal returned, though notably ticked off. "You are a pathetic lowly slave and I am the source of all of your master's power. You will let me use your body with a fucking smile on your face or I will obliterate what little free will you have left. Do you understand, pleb?"
Thorax bit his lip slightly, pulling himself closer to Spike's chest. "P-please don't do that to my brother..." He quietly said. His gem flashed causing him to whimper slightly as he felt something rip through his mind. Punishment for speaking out of turn.
Spike stared down at his slave, who was tearing up slightly. He grimaced as he saw Pharynx return to his original form, more than a little stunned.
'Hey man... are you ok?' He thought.
"Yeah sorry for losing it there... I'm just... really pent up these days. I think I'm going to have to ask to go a round with some of your pets one of these days." A voice said in his brain, sounding a little embarrassed.
'You can do that?' Spike asked, eyes wide.
"I got an avatar now. So yeah. Probably want the green one if I'm being honest. To be quite blunt with you my master's fucked so many brainwashed chicks back in the day that I'm just bored of them." The voice sighed with a dark chuckle.
'I see... I guess I can see to it that you get a chance with Thorax at some point. Though, if it's alright with you, I'd like to keep my pets to myself for the time being. All four of them.'
"Can't blame you." The crystal chuckled. "Now then, I won't interrupt any more of your planning. Go wild bud."
Spike took a second to let tempers die down before clearing his throat and turning back to Pharynx.
"Now then. I did have a plan for capturing Ember and using the Bloodstone Scepter to enslave the entire dragon race. But if that's not going to work out, I'm going to settle for her and a small army to get us started. And coincidently, it just requires a little tweaking." He said, propping his head up on a hand. "But for it to work, I am going to need perfect coordination with you and all of my soldiers. Even if they are a little fragile."
"Very well master. I'm sure my troops would be more willing to lay down their lives for you." Pharynx saluted straightening his back.
"With any luck, they won't have to." Spike chuckled darkly.
He sat up, petting Thorax's head as he did. "The plan is simple. We invite Ember over to the Hive, under the pretense of there being a villain dragon of some kind wreaking havoc, asking her to bring an army with her. When the army arrives we ambush and capture them all." Spike said a dark smile spreading from ear to ear. "And with any luck, we convince the dragons that your changelings are under complete mind control, which of course you are, meaning Ember will order them to go easy and try not to hurt you. This will allow me to go about corrupting them one by one."
"That certainly sounds like a well-thought-out plan master, but there is one issue I am noticing," Pharynx said, grimacing slightly. "Dragons are... well... as loath as I am to admit it, some of the best warriors on the planet. Even with all of our soldiers attacking them at once and them being handicapped by Ember making them be merciful I don't know if our changeling troops will be enough to handle them all."
Spike clasped his hands together, interlocking fingers. "I thought of that too. The Crystal said that now that I have a large number of slaves under my command I should have access to magical spells of some kind. If I can figure out how those work, I'll be more than able to even the score."
Spike took a second to stare down at one of his hands, unclasping it and flexing it slightly. "Hopefully."
Pharynx nodded. "And I will be there on the front lines to support you master." He said, straightening his back.
"Heh... you're a good servant Pharynx. Don't let that asshole Crystal tell you otherwise." He laughed.
"I heard that you prick." The Crystal of Domination replied, half laughing, half furious.
Spike ignored both him and Pharynx's blush and shiver as he turned his gaze to Thorax, still glued to his chest. "Thorax. You want your best friend Ember to join you as my pet, right?"
"Of course master!" Thorax said, a dumb smile coming to his face. "I think she'd love having her free will taken away and existing only to serve your every need master!"
If it weren't for the gem forcing Thorax to genuinely believe everything he was saying, Spike would've assumed he had somehow developed an exceptionally sarcastic sense of humor.
"Well, you are going to help her accept that. And the first step is to bring her here." Spike reached a handover and grabbed Thorax's note off the lectern. So far it was blank, barring the introduction.
"Tell her that a nasty dragon is currently enslaving the Changeling Hive. And she needs to get here to stop him asap." Spike said as he handed it to her.
"But... you aren't a nasty dragon master," Thorax blinked. "You're only doing what's best for us."
"I know I'm not nasty. But we're acting like I am so we can trick her into coming here." Spike brought a hand down, cupping his pet's chin. "You can act like you're in danger for me, can't you?"
Thorax shivered slightly, before nodding up at him. "Of course master. Anything for you master."
Spike's face split into a wicked grin. His free hand slid down Thorax's back giving his bare rear a playful squeeze. "Good boy Thorax. Good boy."
Thorax and Smolder both watched in fascination as Spike raised a hand. With a grunt, he balled it into a fist, and a shelf of crystal, about the size of a tree, shot from the ground. Spike wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked around. It was now one of many sticking from the ground outside the hive. The Crystal of Domination walked up to him, arms behind his back as he watched Spike take a step back struggling to keep his footing.
"You've done a good job mastering that, but it won't be enough." He said, cocking his head to the side.
"What do you mean?" Spike responded with a slight snarl.
"Growing crystals is all fine and good, you could probably use it to bludgeon people unconscious, but that is legitimately the most basic thing you can do with me." The crystal exclaimed shaking his head.
"I don't understand it. I mean, what else can I do with this power?" Spike grunted.
"Figure it out on your own." He replied, eyes narrowing slightly. "All you need to know is that there is something you can do with the crystals to leave your enemies in an exceptionally vulnerable state, ripe for enslaving."
"But... why can't you..."
"Because the best way to learn is to figure it out yourself," The Crystal said coldly. "But thankfully you've been pretty good so far, so I can trust you to learn this. Still, I'd recommend you take a break."
"But-" Spike stammered, but he was cut off rather quickly by a stern command.
"Take a break."
The Crystal transformed back into Pharynx as Spike sighed and took a step back, walking towards his two slaves. The two were kneeling on the ground, staring up at him. He shook his head before he sat down in between them. The two rather quickly pulled themselves against him, rubbing their hands along his back and chest.
"Do you guys know what he's talking about?" He sighed as he wrapped an arm around either of his pet's shoulders.
"I have no idea," Smolder said, grunting slightly as Spike's arm wrapped around her lowered, settling on her rear and giving it a squeeze. She raised her tail, allowing Spike to sink a finger into one of her needy holes. She appreciated it, but she'd vastly prefer it if he played with a different one.
"Well..." Thorax started, biting his lip to silence his weak moans as Spike squeezed and kneaded with his rear as well. "I don't know how much t-this will help but... hng... to cast magic you need to be in a certain state of mind."
"Oh, what kind of mindset would you recommend for me then?" Spike said as his hand retreated from the 'ling's rear to cup his pet's chin.
"W-well your gem is called the Crystal of Domination. M-maybe you have to be in a hyper dominant and authoritarian mood." Smolder said in between pants and moans as Spike played with her.
"Hyper dominant you say..." Spike said pursing his lips.
"Yeah like... maybe it only works if you are trying to-" Smolder started, but she stopped when Spike removed his hand from Thorax and gripped it into a claw. Suddenly crystals shot out of the ground and wrapped themselves around Smolder's hands and feet. Then they moved, pulling her away from Spike and shoving her into a doggy pose on her hands and knees.
Spike smirked as Smolder confusedly looked around, trying to pull herself up. She quickly realized that her wrists and ankles were completely encased in crystal, preventing her from doing anything but smirking. Spike looked down at his hand, his smile widening as Pharynx transformed back into his crystalline clone.
"Hah! Perfect. Figured it out on your own and everything." The crystal of domination laughed as he looked down on him.
"Indeed," Spike said, rolling his wrist. "Is it only going to work for binding pets down or what?"
"As you progress you will find yourself more power and abilities, but for now that and growing crystal spires will suit our purposes quite well." The crystal stated, hands clasped behind his back.
Spike nodded, looking over at Thorax. "Well then, my pet," he said quietly, giving his pet a firm but gentle slap on the rear. "Have you finished your letter?"
"Of course master," Thorax said, looking up at him happily. The ling quickly turned to a small white envelope sitting on a rock. He was quick to grab it and hand it over to his master.
Spike stared down at the previously unseen envelope for a second. He was quick to open it and unfold the letter within, giving it a quick read.
'Dear Ember,
I need your help. A dragon has attacked the Changeling Hive. He is using some kind of magical artifact to take control of the minds of all of my subjects. Right now, I've locked myself in the hive's nursery with the bearer of this message, and I'm going to make a distraction so he can escape and take this to you. The dragon is hunting me as we speak and is using my own subjects to try to track me down. Even Pharynx is after me. He keeps telling me about how he wants to turn me into his 'pleasure pet' and I don't know what that means. Please help me Ember. I'm scared.
- Thorax'
Spike grinned slightly. This was perfect. Pulling on all the right emotional heartstrings. Ember would be a monster if she didn't immediately drop everything to come to his rescue. Especially if the rumors that the two were romantically involved were true.
"Excellent. Pharynx?" He said, turning to the crystal who rapidly let said changeling back in control. "Send a changeling to the Dragonlands with the letter from Thorax. Make sure they hide their crystal. And be sure to hype up the desperation, enough that Ember will panic and come as quickly as possible, even if that means with a small force."
"Yes, master." Pharynx said with a salute before he quickly took off towards the hive.
Ember let out a growl, cracking her neck as she flew through the air towards the changeling Hive at the head of a dragon army, 300-strong.
Admittedly, she probably should have brought more, but the sorry state of the changeling messenger and the contents of the aforementioned message had scared her into a frenzy. She had grabbed as many dragons as she could, a rather low number, before setting off with all haste towards the changeling hive. She was wearing her trademark golden armor (Or was it brass? She was never good with metals) and wielding the Bloodstone Scepter, which she intended to use as a club to smash in the skull of whichever dragon was enslaving the changelings.
There were few people in this world that Ember unconditionally trusted and Thorax was one of them. If anyone was messing with him, they were messing with her. And she didn't like people messing with her.
She spun around, flying backward while facing her army, 300 of the most heavily armored and armed dragons she had at her disposal. Unfortunately, she didn't manage to get her hands on any of the bigger drakes for this expedition, they were always too hard to wake up. And even harder to drag out of their caves. Not to mention destructive, which was rather bad for this mission.
"Remember everyone! The changelings are enslaved! So keep any damage you do to them to a minimum. They can't control themselves!" She barked, eyes narrowed as the dragon's battle lust was quickly cowed by her rather overwhelming aura. Good. She liked that.
Ember turned her head back towards the horizon just as the Changeling hive came into view, the sun rising behind it. It was honestly a rather picturesque view. Good, she would try to make sure to not burn down too much of the surrounding landscape to keep it that way.
Strangely, her eyes caught sight of strange growths coming out of the landscape around the hive. They were crystals, milky white in color as if entire spires of quartz had suddenly shot out of the ground out of nowhere. That was most certainly... disconcerting. Some of the spires were high too, high enough that they could knock a flying dragon out of the air. And if they grew as fast as she thought they might, the following fall might be a fatal injury.
Perhaps it would be better to approach on foot. That way they might get the jump on whoever was doing this and avoid that kind of thing.
"Alright! We approach on foot from here! Dive!" She roared before quickly sailing towards the ground, followed by her armies. Unbeknownst to her, that was the worst decision she could have made, as they landed directly in the middle of the changeling ambush.
Spike smirked as he squatted in the underbrush around the Hive. He had expected them to land just outside the hive and try to storm in on foot, but this worked better. Pharynx, of his own initiative, had already redeployed his troops to surround the dragons who were currently stomping through the underbrush weapons and armor clanking in the night. The changelings, though they weren't good in straight-up combat, were exceptional in this kind of ambush situation. Outnumbering them almost ten to one, Spike's magic and Pharynx's skill in combat would hopefully be enough to even the scale.
"A moment." The crystal of domination said, knocking Spike from his thoughts.
'Yeah?' The drake thought, frowning slightly.
"The dragon you are after. Ember. She is going to be... difficult." The voice explained.
'What do you mean?'
"Her will. I can tell just from here. She is going to be a lot harder to purple gem than your other slaves." The voice said rather darkly.
'Even Pharynx?' Spike asked in his head an eyebrow-raising. 'I always thought those two would be about equal in that department.'
"Oh, Pharynx is actually a little stronger, but Ember is expecting mind control and is on guard. I caught him off guard and managed to rip through his mental defenses rather quickly. She will likely be able to push back. And in our weakened state..." The crystal trailed off, but Spike understood the message.
'So what do we do?' He thought, gritting his teeth as he heard the changelings around him start to move. It was about to start.
"Once you have her ready, distract her. Make it so she can't think. I'll handle the rest." The voice said. Then the first sounds of battle rang out. It was ambush time.
Ember walked at the front of her force, her eyes on the treeline. She knew how changelings operated, at least, under the control of Pharynx and Thorax. For the most part, they would keep their troops in the hive defending the populace and keep several small forces of skirmishers out in the woods to harass the dragon army. That would have been a good enough tactic to waylay them, at least a little.
Of course, they weren't in control of themselves. A dragon was. And she knew even more about how dragons did things. Most dragons were rather one note when it came to tactics. Just throw out everything else and charge directly headfirst at your enemies. The fact that they had succeeded so long doing simple tactics like that really just went to show how skilled they were as fighters.
With a dragon in charge of the changelings, they would likely be forced to do the same tactic. A head-on charge, all of their forces against all of hers. She nodded slightly, confident in her victory.
That confidence was soon shaken up when several of the dragons just behind her suddenly let out screams as they fell directly into pits dug into the ground. She quickly whipped around, staring down at her troops who were coated in green slime, which rapidly pulled them in and hindered their movements, trapping them in the ground. She pulled back, scanning her surroundings to see dozens of similar pitfall traps, covered up by nets, leaves, and dirt.
Seconds after she noticed that, changelings burst from the trees. Thousands of them. They all let out a battle cry in unison as they charged into her troops from all sides. The dragons barely had time to comprehend what was going on before the ling's tackled them, slamming them to the ground or attacking them with spears and clubs.
The shock tactic of the changelings worked wonders for the initial few moments of the battle, with dozens of dragons being knocked unconscious and dragged away - presumably to be enslaved like the 'ling's - or driven into pit traps and trapped in the green goo below. But it didn't work for long.
Ember let out a roar, shoving her scepter into the air, before bringing it down on a changeling's head like a club, knocking the now very dizzy bug to the ground and shattering the gem on their forehead. She took a second to look down at them, before turning to her forces.
"Break the gems in their foreheads!" She roared. When she turned back, however, the freed changeling had been grabbed by several still enslaved changelings and dragged away. She growled, rolling her shoulders.
The dragons were quick to follow after their dragonlord, pushing back against the changelings with force. Yet, for every ling they freed from enslavement, two more would take their place, and those that they did break the crystals of were simply pulled from the front and sent back to be reenslaved. They were in a battle of attrition, and one that they were losing quite handily.
Something had to change. Especially when newly enslaved dragons started appearing on the field and attacking their former comrades. The dragon lines only started to buckle, however, when the crystals started appearing. Milky white crystals, the same ones Ember had seen growing from the outskirts of the hive, were now bursting from the ground all around the dragon lines.
Particularly stubborn or skilled fighters were suddenly assaulted by pillars of quartz, which shot from the ground and smashed them directly in the head rendering them unconscious, or in some cases grabbed by them and dragged across the floor into changeling lines like ragdolls. Morale started to rapidly drop amongst the reptiles, and many of them broke rank, abandoning their comrades to take to the air in an attempt to run. But they were easily picked apart by changelings who dragged them away screaming.
'Karma for being cowards.' Ember thought to herself as she rather effortlessly batted away an entire column of changelings. She had abandoned the mission, for the most part, leaving her troops to fend for themselves for now. She trusted them to be able to do that at least. Now she was simply pushing towards the Hive, her sole intent being to rescue Thorax. After she was sure he was safe, and the two could escape together, she'd bring every dragon at her disposal down on the Hive.
Her thoughts were cut short when a pillar of crystal shot from the ground, wrapping around her wrist. She snarled and without missing a beat, smashed it into shards. Then she took another step, only to tumble forwards when another one shot from the ground, wrapping around her leg. She desperately tried to pull her leg out, but another shot up and lashed around the other. Her arms here soon pressed against her sides as more and more crystals shot out, wrapping around her like a vice grip.
It was only after they stopped moving that she realized that they had encased her in a face-down ass-up position. She let out a growl, trying to rip herself free, but all she could manage was a slight wiggling of her rear. Then she realized that the sound of battle had stopped, which meant all eyes were on her while she was stuck in a rather... demeaning position.
Ember continued to growl and attempt to shake herself free, but all it got her was more wiggling, until finally, she heard several pairs of feet - and a pair of hooves - walk up behind her. Her eyes widened when she felt a rather harsh slap on her rear. Which was soon followed by her covering being ripped off and her tail being pinned to her back before it too was trapped, leaving her ass completely exposed. She let out a roar, shooting fire from her mouth but it did nothing but scorch the ground and dirt before her.
The figure, or rather figures behind her continued walking before finally stepping into her field of vision. Instantly her face went white with horror. Standing before her, a smug look on his face was Spike, Smolder, and Thorax glued to his sides with dumb smiles on their faces and crystals embedded in their heads.
"Spike!?" Ember roared. "You're the dragon who attacked the changelings!? You're the one who Thorax was hiding from!?"
"Oh, Ember. Thorax never even got the chance to hide. He was already my pet long before he sent that letter. I just wanted to lure you here." Spike said, kneeling down before her, gently removing her helmet. All he was greeted with was a face of pure hatred.
"You bastard! After everything we've been through, you pull this!" She snarled, gritting her teeth. "Once I'm out of this I am going to rip that black analbead in your forehead out and shove it up your-!"
Spike silenced her with a shush. "Language! That's no way to talk to your new master." He said, similarly gritting his teeth.
"Master?!" She roared, wiggling in her confinement and breathing fire this way and that.
Spike simply rolled his eyes. "I knew it would be hard for you to understand. But I'm only doing what's best for you. Not to mention, you don't have a choice either way." He chuckled darkly, feeling the power of the Crystal of Domination go to his head. With a quick movement, he reached down, shoving his hand downwards and grabbing her face with his palm.
Ember grunted, wiggling her head to and fro, but it was to no avail as it embedded itself into her mind. A headache split her head open as she felt something press itself into her mind, but she knew what it was and what to expect. And she had to push back.
Spike pulled his hand back, and was content to merely sit back and watch as Ember's mind was taken over but... it never came. Ember grunted and snarled closing her eyes every so often, but the drooling and blank expression that had taken over so many before never came.
Spike's eyes widened when, with a snap, the crystal in Ember's forehead cracked. He took a step back before snarling. "The Crystal was right about you. You are a fighter." he suddenly laughed. "Smolder, why don't you be a dear and help ease Ember into her new role?"
Smolder looked at him indignantly for a moment before rolling her eyes. "Yes, master." She sighed before she dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled out of Ember's vision. The dragon in question already knew what that meant, and it filled her mind with dread, causing her to temporarily lose control of her defenses, allowing the crystals to spread further into her mind, burying her memories of her childhood before she could halt their growth.
Then it started. Ember felt Smolder's hot breath on her leaking snatch before her forked tongue darted against her opening. Ember's breathing faltered for a second, and then she felt more of her mind slip. Instantly another wing of her mind was claimed by crystal, this one housing her memories of her subjects. She grit her teeth and snarled slightly, desperately rallying to defend her closest and most important memories, but she knew she was slipping. Holding against both Smolder's ministrations and the crystal at the same time, was almost impossible.
In a desperate attempt to hold out, Ember tried to shake herself free from Smolder's tongue as she licked along the rim of her cunt slowly, taking care to make sure that Ember could feel every painfully slow movement of her tongue. She managed to throw off Smolder's tongue slightly by shaking her hips, but suddenly two crystal pillars shot from the ground, pinning Ember's hips between them, leaving her stuck and completely unable to move.
Ember started to pant, but her mind didn't really start to give out until Spike wrapped an arm around Thorax's midriff.
"Thorax, why don't you tell Ember about just how happy you've been since I put you in your place," Spike said, staring her dead in the eyes as Thorax stared up at him like he was staring at a god.
Thorax shook his hips slightly as his smile widened. "Oh, I've loved serving you, master. I can't believe how good it's felt to give up my free will."
"That isn't Thorax talking. You're just u-using him as a mouthpiece." Ember snarled, but Spike ignored her.
"Go on then, tell her about how much you love not having that pesky independence everyone likes so much." Spike hissed, rubbing Thorax's back.
"Of course master. I never feel stressed anymore. I don't have to worry about anything at all because I know my master will always take care of me. And he always makes me feel so good. I love being a good boy." Thorax said practically bouncing with excitement as he stared down at Ember. "And I know you'll love it too Ember. Stop fighting. Master is only doing what's best for us. We were born to be his pets."
"Stop it!" Ember cried as she felt another section of her mind crumble. She had just forgotten her own name. Things weren't looking good for her. "Shut up!"
"Good boy, Thorax." Spike said, pulling the 'ling close. "I think you deserve a reward for being such an obedient little toy."
The dragon pulled his ling into a kiss, forcing his tongue inside the femboy's mouth. Thorax moaned into it, wrapping his arms gently around Spike's midriff and rubbing his chest against his master's, all while he raised his tail and stood on the tips of his hooves.
That was the last sight Ember saw before her mind gave in completely. Smolder's face was coated in femcum as the other dragoness almost literally came her brain out, as the purple gem buried her mind, leaving her ripe for reprogramming. The last memory Ember lost was that of her and Thorax together, cuddling on the lakeside beach they had first met at.
Ember shook her hips from side to side, chuckling as she felt Smolder lick and suckle on her twat as she sat on the orange slut's face, pressing her down to the ground. Ember licked her lips as she rubbed a pair of fingers up and down Smolder's belly, just above her own drooling fuck box.
"You were so good with your tongue back before," Ember said as she brought her fingers down, placing one on either side of the drake's quivering clit. "Maybe I should return the favor."
Smolder's thigh's tensed as she prepared for Ember's ministrations, desperate for something, anything to fill her hole.
"Then again..." Ember started, retracting her hand. "Maybe not. You are a bad girl after all."
Smolder let out a muffled scream, throwing her hips in the air, but Ember merely brought her other hand down, slamming her aching thighs into the ground. Ember raised herself slightly, giving Smolder a moment to breathe.
"No, please! I need it! I need- umf!" Smolder's words were cut off when Ember slammed her hips back downwards. Smolder's eyes were wide for a second before she gave in once again, her tongue returning to its place in Ember's cunt.
Spike meanwhile watched his pets play reclined on his throne, one hand propping up his head, while the other scratched Thorax's chin, who was sitting on an armrest eyes fixated on Ember, shaking and biting his lip, desperately trying to hold in his moans. He wanted to spend some time with his favorite dragon, but Spike shook his head.
He had decided the two former lovers turned playthings were only allowed to enjoy each other's presence as a reward for both being on their best behavior. Good pets got treats, after all.
Pharynx, in his Crystal Spike form, was quick to approach, holding a certain artifact. "I've just finished tallying our score. 300 dragon slaves. Not much, but enough to form a decent army with Changeling support. Not bad. Not bad at all." He said, nodding slightly. He turned his gaze to Smolder and Ember. "Satisfied?"
"Most definitely. Three of the hottest creatures on the planet as my concubines. What's not to love?" Spike said, licking his lips as he saw Ember throw her head back slightly with a moan, squeezing her thighs around Smolder's head. "I think I am going to be content with just these three for a little while."
"Very well then. You do have yourself a good roster. You know where I am if you ever want more." The crystal chuckled. "But by the way. In your haste to get back to your throne, you forgot this."
Spike turned his gaze in time to see as the crystal raised the Bloodstone Scepter. Spike's eyes widened for a second before he held up a hand towards it.
"Is it actually... you know..." Spike said, rolling his hand.
"Yep. And he's quite eager to meet you." The other Spike replied. "Simply grab the red part and he will be permanently bonded to you, like me."
Spike was quiet for a second before he gripped the top of the scepter. In an instant, the world went red around him, everything else disappearing. He found himself standing in an entirely empty field, with red sand beneath his feet and red clouds in the sky. It was honestly a rather boring landscape.
Sands rose around him, forming into a sandy clone of himself before solidifying.
"Well met." An exceptionally dark and raspy voice hissed. "I am the Crystal of Punishment, at your service."
"Crystal of Punishment, eh?" Spike chuckled. "I like the sound of that. What is it you do?"
"I am quite straight forwards." the other Spike said, lowering into a slight hunch. "I painfully and completely erase the mind of whoever you despise, leaving them as nothing but a drooling mindless husk of what they once were. Then I can either leave them mindless or I can further humiliate them by replacing what I erased, leaving them as nothing more than a base animal, obedient and feral. No better than a common dog. The best part... hehehe.... the best part is that they do remain fully conscious, their former personality trapped deep within, forced to watch but unable to interact or move on their own, left as nothing but a prisoner in their own minds for the rest of their lives!"
Spike furrowed his brow slightly. "That's... rather intense. And this is..."
"Non-reversible. Not even the destruction of the red crystal you put into their heads can fully recover them, all they will receive are scattered memories and permanent psychosis. Of course... if you really want them to return to how they were, for some reason, you can always replace the red gem with a purple one and repair their mind, but who wants to do that? Especially considering how much effort that would be." Punishment sighed, rolling his eyes.
Spike grit his teeth slightly, taking a step back. "I see..."
"I can tell you have misgivings about using me." The crystal chuckled slightly.
"Yes... to be honest, I am wondering if I will ever even have a need of you in the first place," Spike said, grimacing slightly.
"Trust me, you will." Punishment said, licking his lips. "It's inevitable that one day you will find an enemy that frustrates you to no end. And you will want to make the rest of their existence a living hell. And I will be there to do your bidding. It's only a matter of time."
The crystal laughed before the vision dissipated and Spike's gaze returned to normal. The Bloodstone Scepter had since shattered, the red crystal shards floating in the air around Spike while the shaft itself lay uselessly on the ground. A burst of sickening laughter filled the air before they all suddenly shot towards the dragon's chest, forming a new crystal just over his sternum.
Spike stared down at it for a second, feeling new power fill him. Then, everything returned to normal. Spike took in a deep breath before smirking.
"Excellent. Now that that's all squared away," The Crystal of Domination started, clapping his hands together. "Pack your things, we need to take all of your slaves and abandon the Hive. Now."
"Excuse me?" Spike asked, blinking twice.
"A-abandon the Hive? B-but why?" Thorax whimpered, staring at the other Spike with wide eyes.
"The dragons are going to notice that Ember hasn't come back, and are going to come looking. And this time they likely will bring the big ones. And maybe even some allies for backup, such as Equestria. Not to mention, everyone on the planet knows where this place is. It's like a gigantic target on your back. You need to find somewhere else more defensible, and most importantly more hidden. Then we can finally open things up and begin properly moving towards world domination."
"I concur." Punishment hissed in his head. "Domination is correct. This place sucks."
"So, what would you suggest?"
"We find somewhere else to set up basecamp. I mean, I'm sure there is plenty of unmapped wilderness in the world that you can settle down in and build yourself a new citadel... alternatively..." The Crystal rubbed his chin slightly. "There was an old citadel my old masters made, dug into a mountain, but I don't know how much of it is left. Not to mention it's probably... occupied, to say the least."
"Still, it sounds like it might be usable. And even if it was ruined you can always use your new slaves to expand it. I'm sure changelings would make good diggers considering all of this." Punishment said. If he had arms, Spike would assume he was gesturing to the Hive around him.
"Either way, we should probably order the slaves to begin packing up. There is nothing left for us here." The other spike said, furrowing his crystal brows.
Spike scratched his chin for a second. What to do...
Spike nodded slightly. "Hmmm, let me think."