Spike the Corrupter - CYOA
Chapter 4: Base of Operations
Previous Chapter Next ChapterSpike continued rubbing his pet's chin as he let out a hum. Spike paused turning to the former king sitting on his throne's armrest. "Are you ok with leaving the Hive, my pet?" Spike said, turning his gaze to the changeling.
Thorax bit his lip for a second before nodding with a whimper. "Of course, Master. If it means you are safe I'd do anything." He said as Spike licked his lips up at him.
The dragon nodded, pulling Thorax closer against his chest. "Very well. Domination, please have Pharynx send a notice to all of my slaves that we are leaving and they should pack up their belongings. I am going to wait for Ember and Smolder to stop playing before I break the news to them."
"And where are we going to be heading to then?" Punishment hissed rather darkly. Spike couldn't tell if that was because he was angry, or just overall kind of creepy.
"The Peryton Citadel seems like as good of a place as any. And less time spent putting a citadel together means more time to spend with my pets and spend conquering the planet." Spike said as he reached a hand down Thorax's back.
"A fair assessment," Domination said, giving a nod. "Very well, I will guide you on the path towards the citadel once we get on the road. For the time being, however..."
The crystal Spike disappeared and Pharynx stood in his place, prompting him to shake his head. Pharynx cleared his throat and gave a salute before spinning on his hooves to go about his new orders.
Spike turned his gaze back to Thorax, pulling his pet into a kiss. Things were about to get interesting.
The walk to the Peryton citadel took several weeks, taking them to the northwest away from Equestria and the Changeling Hive. The 13 and a half thousand strong caravan of slaves made surprisingly good time, though Spike had decided to go by the ground instead of by air to make themselves far less noticeable.
Throughout the entire march, Spike was at the front of the caravan sitting in a rather large open-top carriage his slaves had fished out of one of the hive's lower reaches. Apparently, it belonged to Chrysalis back in the day, but now it was his. The entire march Spike had spent playing with his pets. He never got tired of their supple curves and tight cock holes. Not to mention how hopelessly obsessed they were with him. During the march, a sort of order of operations had started to develop amongst the three.
Smolder was always hopelessly horny for her master, though she always tried to temper that with an overall bratty mood set. She was always poking and prodding at the dragon, doing everything in her power to get him riled up so he'd discipline her. Usually, he did it via slamming her into the dirt and fucking her brains out, which she always seemed to appreciate. There were times however when Spike decided to leave her... unfulfilled for days on end. By the end she had been reduced to mewling and whimpering, hopelessly grinding her absolutely soaking twat against him or shoving her rear into the air begging for something of his to fill it. Even a finger would leave her screaming her paise to Spike, thanking him as if he was a god delivering her salvation.
Thorax was the exact opposite end of the spectrum. He was beyond obedient, never speaking out of turn and never doing anything to upset the dragon. He was honestly rather impressed, especially because he hadn't even done all that much to rewrite the poor bug's mind. He guessed that was just the bug's natural state. The cutie would always moan and whimper his gratitude to Spike at the slightest touch, and he was always willing to thank his master for enslaving him. But his servile nature didn't mean he wasn't as slutty as Smolder. His little cocklet was almost constantly hard and leaking occasionally prompting Spike, when he was feeling particularly sadistic, to give him the occasional handy, but stop just before the 'ling burst. He always laughed when the 'ling whined afterward. It was such a cute sound.
Ember herself however was a bit of a wildcard. While she was completely and utterly under his control, she was far more dominant than the other two. While she would never force herself against her master, whenever Spike gave her the opportunity to serve him, she would always practically pounce on him, pinning him down and riding him or sitting on his face and sucking him dry. One time she had even been so bold as to rip Spike from his own throne and spin him around, taking his seat and, holding him by the hips, forcing him to thrust. Spike found it all rather exciting, but he knew she was taking a bit too much liberty with her role as a slave. Maybe he should teach her her place at some point. Probably involving ropes and riding crops. Yes, that would be interesting.
He had even gone a round or two with Pharynx during the time but it had mostly just been oral as he made the general suck him off before giving a report. The changeling had actually been rather accommodating and happy to do it. Maybe the crystal wasn't lying when he mentioned making his slaves wear multiple hats. Because Spike could get behind that.
There was also a time when Spike was particularly aroused that he tried to get the Crystal of Domination to go a round with him using his avatar. Domination shut that down rather quickly, however, outright stating to his face that the Crystal was physically incapable of being submissive with a partner and that Spike wouldn't be able to handle him. Still, he had been open to the idea later, if Spike was down to 'spend a full day chained up alongside his pets, panting like a dog in heat.'
Eventually, however, the trip came to an end when they arrived at a rather large mountain range. Spike gave a pause as he saw it, standing up out of his mobile throne. Spike turned to Pharynx, raising an eyebrow. "Is this it? I've never seen these mountains before, not even on Twilight's magical map."
Pharynx quickly was consumed by fire, transforming into the Crystal of Domination. "Yep. I forget where exactly it is in these mountains, but you should be able to find it. Probably. Just don't send any slaves in there alone. Again, we don't actually know what could be inside."
Spike nodded as he snapped his finger. Quickly his dragon soldiers rushed to his side, all three hundred of them.
"Soldiers," He said, clasping his hands behind his back. "I am looking for a citadel in the mountains, as you should be aware. Split up and find it for me, but don't enter. The one who finds it gets to go a round with one of my pets."
The dragons almost instantly saluted and took off, practically fighting each other to get ahead of the crowd. Spike sat back on his throne with a content sigh. This should be an easy day.
"And you're quite sure you found it here?" Spike said as one of his dragons lead him and a force of changeling soldiers up the side of a hill. It would have been easier if he just flew over, but Spike was rather wingless. He hoped that would change of course.
"Yes my lord. It's just over this ridge." The dragon said, excitedly eyeing up Spike's slaves as the three followed after their master. He was already trying to pick out which one he wanted by the looks of it.
After finally cresting the ridge, sure enough, there the citadel was. Spike raised his brows slightly. It was... massive. A dozen-story tall building was seemingly carved from the rockface, making it resemble Petra. A twenty-foot tall stone gate sat open at the bottom, while pillars and fortified windows sat along the rest of the building between pillars. Debris and shattered pillars sat along the entrance, most likely lost to time and erosion rather than any deliberate attacks, but still, the gate did not breed confidence, mostly because it looked to have been smashed in.
Spike had to say, he was impressed. The architectural style made it comparable to Canterlot. Once he had the place repaired up, it would indeed make a truly wonderful capital. If it was as large on the inside as the entrance made it seem, it would definitely be able to house him and his current forces. And then many more.
"Told you it would be good." Domination said in his head.
"I have to disagree. There aren't enough crying slaves, lava pits, and cages around." Punishment responded.
Spike merely shook his head and turned to the dragon who found it. "You did a good job. Take your pick." He gestured a hand to his pets, who instantly straightened up, though they looked rather uncomfortable at the idea of pleasuring someone other than their master.
The dragon almost instantly pointed out Smolder with a dumb smile before he went about removing his armored pants and loin cloth. Spike nodded, rolling his eyes slightly as he reached a hand out, grabbing Smolder by the shoulder.
"Be good and I'll give you a treat when this is all done," Spike said, causing the dragoness to shudder slightly.
"F-Fine..." Smolder sighed, crossing her arms under her exposed breasts, pushing them up slightly. "But only if you promise me it's a good one."
Spike smirked at her before giving her a rather firm spank, pushing her towards the dragon. The dragon wasted no time in pouncing on her, turning her around. He didn't even give her a chance to bend over as he firmly grasped both of her tits from behind, giving them a series of firm squeezes as he started pistoning into her like a jackhammer. Clearly, the poor drake was pretty pent up. Maybe he should come up with a system for his elite dragons. Something made him think that horny drakes weren't as good at fighting as they would be if they were more disciplined.
Spike raised his hand, wiping the drool from the side of Smolder's mouth with a tumb as she started panting and moaning as the dragon roughly fucked her brains out.
"Go as many rounds as you like, but I want her back at the end of the day." Spike said. He quickly marched past them, followed by his slaves and pets. Thorax let out a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his brow. He turned his gaze slightly, to see Ember staring down at him with a smile. The 'ling blushed slightly, smiling up at her, prompting her to wink before Spike cleared his throat and the two instantly straightened up.
Spike turned to Pharynx, who was looking at him expectantly. "Should we bring those two inside with us?"
Pharynx shrugged. "It's really up to you master. I'm just in charge of controlling the troops."
Spike nodded slightly, rubbing his chin. "You two. Stay out here." Spike said, turning to walk away. "And you're not allowed to play."
The two pets looked quite happy with that order, up until the last one. Thorax let out a whine. "But-" He started.
Spike chuckled. "Yes, you've been a very good boy Thorax. Unfortunately, Ember isn't. Maybe this will straighten her out a little." He laughed as he and his guards walked away.
Ember let out a slight snarl, blowing smoke from her nose. Her gem instantly shimmered, trying to hammer discipline into her head but she easily ignored the pain like it was nothing. Still, she knew she couldn't disobey, so instead, she merely sat on the ground next to her favorite changeling, the two of them watching as Spike made his way to the citadel's stone gate and entered.
Spike let out an involuntary grunt of discomfort as he entered the citadel. The first thing he noticed was how much dust was in the air, making breathing somewhat hard. The dragon cringed as he looked around the ruined main hall of the citadel. While the outside was only slightly ruined, mostly to erosion, the inside hadn't been spared. Piles of rubble the size of elephants sat piled around the room. In the center of the room sat a pedestal with two stone legs sitting out of the top, likely the base of an ancient statue, but that was definitely gone now. Must have been a Peryton.
But what caused his attention were the skeletons piled near the entrance to the next room. He flinched the moment he saw them. Initially, he thought they might have been the fortress's original habitats, but he quickly realized that wasn't the case. Skeletons didn't tend to last over a thousand years. Spike took a few careful steps towards the skeletons, flanked by Pharynx and a couple of dragon and changeling soldiers.
The first thing he noticed was the shape of their skulls, canine.
"Diamond dogs." Pharynx said, looking around the room. Spike did the same. Only then did they notice the many tribal sigils carved into the walls, they looked new. "They probably came upon this place and tried to set up a clan here. I think we can see how that turned out for them."
"How long do you think they've been here?" Spike asked, grimacing.
"Hard to say. It usually takes a couple of weeks to become a skeleton, but underground like this it can take significantly longer." Pharynx grimaced. "I'm more concerned about what killed them."
The changeling's gem flashed and he quickly stumbled over himself to fix his statement. "With all due respect of course master. Your concerns are more important than mine, master."
Spike nodded looking around. "You got that right... though I was going to ask just that after-" He was interrupted when one of his changeling soldiers, the one closest to the door to the next room, let out a startled cry.
He quickly turned and started running away just as a massive clawed hand covered in scales slammed into the ground where he had been standing. It started pulling back, its claws digging small trenches into the ground as it retreated back into the darkness. All eyes were on the door as, slowly, the head of a fully grown dragon slowly peaked its head out from the doorway, turning this way and that before locking on Spike. It let out a bestial hiss as it started pulling itself out from the doorway in a slithery motion.
"Oh my. This will be an issue." Domination said, his tone exceptionally worried.
"What!? The dragon!? Oh, what tipped you off genius?!" Spike roared as he quickly spun around and started running for the entrance, joined by his troops who dropped their weapons in a mad dash to get out of the citadel as quickly as they could.
"That is not a dragon." Domination hissed. "It's something way worse."
"What? It clearly looked like... oh my god." Spike said as he turned his gaze back just in time to see the dragon fully pull itself into the main hall. In place of the back legs, there was a bundle of hundreds of writing tentacles. Or, at least, he thought they were tentacles until they all spun around towards him at once, revealing the heads of snakes. Spike barely managed to dodge as one of them shot towards him, a pike-sized fang coated in poison just narrowly missing him.
"That is a Typhon. An old experiment of my masters before they made me. Take an adult dragon, chop its legs off, and then use horrific science to make snakes sprout from the stump." The Crystal said, flinching as several more snakes shot out towards Spike and his men. "Originally designed to be guard dogs, they kinda were a little unhinged, for obvious reasons, and killed pretty much everyone around them. That guy must be why they abandoned this place."
"Can I white gem him?" Spike cried, he was nearly at the gate to the outside.
"No." Punishment snarled. "You need a mind for us to rewrite it, and Typhons are completely and utterly brainless. All they can do is eat, sleep and kill."
"Oh, that is just great!" Spike roared. Just then, he tripped over a rock, landing on his front. Both of the gems in his mind gasped in horror as one of the snake heads rose into the air before shooting toward him, clearly with the intent of devouring their host.
Spike raised his hands to try to block fruitlessly, but just then, Pharynx shot above him, holding a spear. With a mighty roar, the changeling general stabbed it directly into the top of the snake's head, piercing through the other side. Spike blinked twice as the snake went limp as the Typhon threw its dragon head back with a roar of pain.
Pharynx landed in front of Spike, panting slightly. "Get out of here master. I will hold it off!" Pharynx snarled before transforming into his combat form, rushing towards the Typhon's head through the air.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" Spike grunted as he picked himself up and rushed out of the room.
He didn't catch sight, however, of Pharynx tackling the Typhon's head, stabbing one of his bladed claws directly into the Typhon's left eye. It let out another ear-shattering roar, shaking the changeling off of it's head. Pharynx managed to catch himself in the air, but the Typhon suddenly shot forward, wrapping its teeth around his body. Thankfully, he was large enough that it couldn't swallow him, but that didn't prevent it's teeth from sinking into his carapace. It didn't hurt the general much, but it was enough to cause cracks to appear in his forehead gem.
Then it started shaking his head, using him like a chew toy before suddenly spitting him out towards the side of the room. Pharynx hit the wall, his gem fracturing yet again, before he unceremoniously slid down the wall, hitting the ground with enough force to make him drop his combat form, laying there still on the floor.
Yet, instead of eating him, the Typhon merely turned and left the room. Clearly, it didn't enjoy eating things it thought were dead. No, it was after live food.
The first things Spike noticed when he left the citadel in a panic were Thorax and Ember rushing towards him, concern written on their faces. And behind his pets were the rest of his army, dragon and changeling alike, quickly rushing through the air to defend him. It wouldn't do him much, however, as before either of them could reach him, the Typhon surged forwards from the doorway, slamming it's arms down with enough force to cause earthquakes. Ember and Thorax both looked up at him in horror, before one of the snakes suddenly shot toward them.
They didn't have time to dodge as it headbutt the both of them, sending the two careening through the air, where they landed in a pile of rocks that shielded them from Spike's sight. The slave lord barely had time to look back to see the changelings he had brought into the cave with him snatched up by one of the snakes. Then he timidly turned his gaze towards the Typhon's main head, which was glaring down at him with a bestial hatred and rage in it's single eye, the other leaking blood.
"Well... it's been an honor serving you in this world Spike. I'll see you when your Free Pass activates. Shame all of your slaves are about to die in this universe though. That's honestly rather dark." Domination said. If he had a face, the crystal would be grimacing.
But, the scroll never activated. Instead, when the Typhon shot it's head downwards with the intent of snatching Spike up, Pharynx was suddenly there behind him, once again in his combat form. This time, he brought his leg down into the creature's other eye, blinding it. It once again roared, trying to shake Pharynx off of it, but the ling was already free. He quickly soared down to Spike's side, picking him up with his claws and quickly making his way away from the Typhon. Spike panted in pure relief when he saw the Typhon rapidly shrinking in size behind him as they flew away, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Thank you Pharynx! I swear you've earned yourself whatever you want after this." Spike said. But he had assumed he was safe too early.
One of the snakes suddenly shot forwards. Pharynx narrowly dodged out of the way in time to avoid the poisoned fang, but he was still struck from the air by the writhing movements of the serpent. He shot towards the ground, though as he did he spun around so that he would take the majority of the force instead of Spike, shielding his master with his body.
Pharynx struck the ground hard, his gem only further breaking. Spike, though he was spared a lot of damage still felt the Crystal in his own forehead to crack, causing Domination to let out a scream of pain.
Spike panted as he pulled himself up, rubbing the side of his head. He gasped, looking around in time to see his dragon and changeling forces pounce on the wounded Typhon. He saw the snake heads fruitlessly shoot up in all directions, knocking changelings out of the air or eating them while it was hammered with spells and fire. It didn't last long, though it certainly did take a sizable amount of changelings with it before finally, it keeled over dead when one rather brave dragon flew directly into its mouth, breathing a wave of fire down its throat, torching its insides.
Spike panted as he fell to his knees, breathing heavily.
"Well... we aren't dead... yay..." Domination said before everything suddenly went black as Spike fell over unconscious.
Spike's eyes slowly opened, finding himself sitting on a throne of all places. He quickly sat up, looking around to see where he was. A room lit by braziers seemingly deep underground, with a dusty atmosphere and a single red carpet going down the middle. It was somewhat ominous, to say the least, made only worse by the sight of fully armored dragon guards standing along the sides of the room, weapons at the ready.
Considering he was an evil overlord now, he supposed it made sense that he was in such a room sitting on a throne. Though.... he'd be lying if he didn't feel a shudder go up his spine.
"Hey! Finally awake." The Crystal of Domination said in his head, stirring him even further. "I have good news and I have bad news."
Spike rubbed the side of his head groaning. "Yeah?"
"Good news is, the Typhon died, and I had some slaved burry it out front, and the citadel was completely empty besides that. Meaning, it's free real estate for us to being operations." Domination laughed. Spike heard the sound of clapping hands, but he couldn't tell from where.
"That thing was... amazing," Spike said, smirking slightly, ignoring Domination's second sentence. He could vaguely feel the crystal in his forehead grow somewhat uncomfortable at that statement, though he didn't really care. "Are there more of them around would you say?"
"Well, I had thought they would have all died out by now, but I guess the magic that turned them into monsters also made them immune to aging..." The crystal replied, his tone growing somewhat... distant. "If there are more, they are likely going to be gravitating towards previous areas of power of my masters. Old ruined cities, vaults and reliquaries, things of that nature."
"And do you think I will ever be able to make my own versions of them? I think they would be a huge asset!" Spike said, smirking. Instantly he felt a splitting headache as he felt the Crystal of Domination rattle in his forehead.
"No!" Domination roared, instantly causing Spike to shrink into his throne slightly. "I am more than happy to help you enslave the world. I am more than happy to rip the free will out of people's heads and leave them as mewling mindless pets for you to fuck until the day you die, but those things... the way they are made.... they are a step too far, even for me. If you even think about making one again, I am going to-"
He was suddenly shut up by Punishment laughing. "Honestly Domination, these past couple of centuries have left you as such a weakling. Typhons are crimes against nature. So what. They are weapons we can use."
"I will not be taking that from you of all people, Punishment. You were literally designed to be a sadistic sociopath, of course you'd take the side of our old masters on those things. But unlike you, I am capable of empathy." Domination hissed. Suddenly the red gem on Spike's chest glowed as thunderous laughter filled his head.
"You heard it here folks! He just called himself a weak little baby." Punishment chuckled.
Spike felt his headache grow in intensity as the screaming in his head continued back and forth for several minutes. He quickly determined that he would have to step in and stop things.
"And the bad news?" Spike said quietly. Instantly the disembodied voices stopped fighting. Domination made a sound reminiscent of someone clearing their throat before Punishment took the lead.
"Your slaves got fucked up man." Punishment laughed. "We did a count. The Typhon smashed killed or ate sixty changelings altogether. Brutal. I just wish there was more blood involved."
Spike face contorted in response. That was rough, to say the least... ah well, he always had more.
"Any dragon casualties?" Spike asked, shaking his head.
"No thankfully," Domination started. "Though all but one of your pets got rather roughed up by that whole affair."
"Any permanent damage?" Spike sighed. He did enjoy the company of his toys, but seeing them scarred up would probably put a major damper on his urge to fuck them. He was pretty shallow like that.
"I wish." Punishment groaned. "Nah, purple gems heal those that they are embedded into, at the cost of structural integrity. It's why the whole health point system exists in the first place. If a slave gets hurt in a major way, the gem will instantly heal any wounds, but will crack due to the strain."
"Oh. That's convenient." Spike laughed. "Well, how bad is the gem damage then?"
"I'll bring them in so you can see for yourself." Domination said. A couple of seconds later, the door to Spike's new throneroom slammed open and his four purple gems quickly rushed in, Ember, Smolder, and Thorax at the front, with Pharynx lagging behind.
The first thing he noticed as they approached was indeed the damage done to their forehead crystals, at least, on the ones that had damage. Thorax and Pharynx's gems both looked absolutely fractured, as if a slight breeze would cause them both to shatter, no doubt freeing them from his control and having some rather nasty consequences for him. Ember's however, looked barely touched, just a minor scratch across the front.
Spike sat up on his throne as the three came towards him, holding out his arms contently. Instantly his three pets practically pounced on him, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Oh master, I was so worried about you!" Thorax cried, nuzzling himself against his chest.
"Yeah, same here!" Smolder cried, pulling Spike closer to her chest. Spike laughed slightly. They were feeling so worried about the guy who had quite literally ruined their lives by turning them into nothing more than sluts who would probably spend the rest of eternity drooling over his cock if he had his way. He licked his lips. Oh, delicious irony.
Suddenly, Ember pulled back, staring daggers down at him. "Promise me you won't ever get hurt like that again!"
"Sorry Ember, that isn't a promise I can make," Spike said, reaching a hand up to cup her chin. "Conquering the world comes with inherent risks and all that. But I promise you I'm never going to die, especially if I keep you three around."
All three of his pets blushed in unison, the idea of being useful to their master driving their collective libido nuts. Spike could tell the only thing keeping them from instantly pouncing on his rod and licking it clean was the fact that he hadn't asked them to yet.
"Speaking of world conquest..." Pharynx started, walking up to his master. "What's next my lord?"
Spike took a second to pause, his mouth hanging open for a second. "That... is a good point. Honestly, I don't know... Domination?" The dragon paused looking up towards his own forehead.
"Don't look at me. Everything that happens from now on is up to you. I'm just along for the ride for the time being. If I remember any crucial details or find the location of another upgrade crystal I will let you know, but from now on, the training wheels are off." Domination said. "Just, keep two things in mind. You are still pretty weak, and you've kicked the hornet's nest. The dragons and Equestria are going to be on high alert for the next couple of months, so hide your tracks well and for the gods' sakes don't go anywhere close to either of them."
Spike nodded, bringing a hand up to his chin. What to do now?