Spike the Corrupter - CYOA
Chapter 5: Recruitment, Reconditioning, Repairs, Rest & Relaxation
Previous Chapter Next ChapterSpike grinned to himself, chuckling. "I don't see why I can't do two at once." He said to himself. Pharynx raised an eyebrow.
"Sir? Is there something I can do for you?" The general started, but Spike waved a hand at him dismissively.
"Nope. Your gem is so badly broken that one simple knock into a wall and you're out of my control, which I can't have. Especially from someone as... unpredictable as you when you aren't broken in." Spike started, turning to the changeling narrowing them slightly. "Nope, instead I have to rely on someone else. You're going to be stuck by my side until that gem of yours is fixed"
Spike sat up in his throne, clearing his throat. "You, by the door." He said, randomly pointing to one of his guards. The one closest to said door quickly rushed up to Spike, giving a bow.
"What can I do for you, my lord?" The dragon asked turning his head up.
"New orders for you. Go out into the hive and gather a couple of regiments of Changelings, then an equal amount of dragons. Put the dragons in charge of each of them. If I don't have at least three thousand changeling soldiers trained and ready for war by the end of the week, it will be someone's head." Spike hissed, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yes, my lord! Of course sir. I will take a regiment myself to ensure everything goes well!" The dragon saluted before he quickly rushed out of the room, tail tucked between his legs. When the door finally slammed, he turned his attention to someone else in need of orders.
"Smolder. If I remember correctly, my pet, you weren't hurt at all during that fight were you?" He said, holding out a hand and stroking the dragoness's cheek.
Smolder nodded. "Yes, master." She said with a nod, cuddling into his embrace slightly.
"Good. That means I don't need you here." Spike said. Instantly, Smolder's lusty expression dissipated, replaced by one of shock.
"B-but..."
"I have a job for you Smolder. Do it well and I'll give you exactly what you want. Otherwise... Well, how's a month with none of your master's rod sound?" Spike hissed, feeling a sense of sadism bubble to the surface.
Smolder whined, rubbing her wet thighs together, trying to hide her exposed and leaking snatch. "What do you want me to do master," She whimpered. "I'd do anything for you master."
"Good. Go out into my citadel and put out word that I want 600 changelings who are completely and utterly willing to give everything they are to me. Body and soul." Spike said, contently smiling down at her. "And then order those who don't sign up to start repairs on the citadel. I want this place to look clean, well-maintained, and completely repaired in a week's time. Understood?"
"Yes, Master. I'm on it, master," Smolder cried before she quickly rushed out of the room, leaving Spike alone with just himself, his guards, and his damaged pets.
"Time to fix that too I imagine," he chuckled darkly. He turned to stare at his forehead for a moment. "So, Domination. Care to teach me how to reprogram a slave? I have one in mind."
"Of course," Domination said, before Pharynx straightened up and was consumed in fire, Domination standing in his place.
Spike turned to Ember, who was standing off to the side with Thorax, the two looking rather nervous. He raised a hand, snapping his finger and gesturing for her to come over to him. The dragoness turned to Thorax before gulping and approaching her master. Thorax stared after her, his lips pursing in worry as he nervously bounced from one hoof to another. He stopped when he felt a firm hand grab him by his right shoulder, then another by his left.
Thorax straightened up slightly as he turned to see a fully armored dragon guard on either side of him. Well, not exactly fully armored, as both of them had removed their codpieces, their rock-hard rods on full display.
"Don't worry Thorax. I won't alter your favorite playmate much. I just have to get her to forget her... defiant streak." Spike hissed as Ember kneeled down in front of him, staring up at him with her ruby eyes. "Feel free to play with my guards until the process is done. Then since she'll be a good girl when I'm done with her, I'll go ahead and let the two of you have a round together."
Thorax let out a whimper as one of the guards reached down, pulling him off his hooves, before forcibly pulling the changeling into a kiss. Thorax had to push himself away from the dragon to gasp for air, but he didn't have long before the dragon lowered him until his back was parallel to the ground and his hips were perpendicular to the dragon's. With a single thrust, the dragon forced himself inside, prompting the ling to let out a cry of surprise, his mouth going wide. That was all the other soldier needed before he grabbed Thorax by either shoulder and thrust his own rod into his opened mouth.
"If the two of you aren't too tired of course," Spike said darkly, and then he turned to Ember, licking his lips. Ember looked up at him cringing slightly as he raised a hand, before firmly tapping it against the gem in her forehead. She instantly went unnaturally straight, her mouth lulling open. Drool started to escape from her maw as her eyes both turned a uniform purple, filling completely. Spike stared down at her dumb face contently. She, and all of his slaves for that matter, always looked so adorable when they were mindless like that.
"So, now what?" Spike said, turning to Domination.
The crystal Spike merely shrugged. "I don't know man. What do you want to be done to her? Start from there then I can show you how."
Spike nodded for a second before he turned to Ember, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Well, this little slut has been far too dominant towards me these past few days. Plus she keeps resisting her punishments for disobedience. Even more than Smolder. Let's stop her before she gets any worse." He said darkly, towering over her.
"So, you just want her to be completely and utterly submissive from now on?" Domination said, nodding slightly. "That's easily doable."
"No, I didn't exactly say that. I like watching her dominate Smolder, and I assume it's going to be cute watching her put dear little Thorax in his place." Spike said, turning a gaze over to the changeling who was currently being sandwiched between the two guards. "Well... more in his place then usual."
"Ah, I understand what you mean. Fine then, that won't require as much tweaking." Domination slammed his hands together, rubbing his palms. "Let's get started."
Domination bent down, poking Ember in the forehead making a group of magical screens shoot out of her gem. Spike took a second to look over them as Domination scrolled through it.
"Now, the first thing you want to do is..."
"Ok, are we done yet?" Spike hissed, noticeable bags under his eyes.
"Yeah, that should be good." Domination said, nodding slightly.
"Thank Celestia," Spike said, rubbing the side of his head, a headache ripping into his head. "That took forever! In the future could we please speed this kind of thing up?!"
"Eh, not my fault you wanted to make such a complex change mate," Domination said casually.
"Still..." Spike sighed, turning his gaze back down to the dragoness, still blankly drooling on the ground.
"So, shall we take a look at the new and improved Ember?" Domination chuckled, reaching a hand down and rubbing the back of her head.
Spike chuckled slightly. "Sure why not. I already spent almost an hour picking her brain, would be a waste not to see how she turned out." He said, standing up and snapping his fingers. Instantly the glow in her eyes disappeared and she shook away her headache, groaning slightly.
"So, Ember. How are you feeling?" Spike asked, reaching a hand down for her. She giggled slightly, staring up at him with pure devotion in her eyes.
"Wonderful master." She said as he helped her up. She was quick to shove her tail up and bow her head to him, avoiding eye contact like a good pet. "Is there anything I can do you serve you, master?"
Spike grinned. "Hah! I quite like the sound of that." He chuckled, sitting back down on his throne. "Well, now that you mention it, I am feeling rather pent up."
Ember nodded affirmatively before lowering her head. "Do I have permission to pleasure you, my lord?"
"You do," Spike said, smirking as he dropped his pants for her. Ember didn't hesitate to gently move her head forwards, using her head to lick Spike from base to tip several times. Spike shuddered for a second, before snapping his fingers to attract the attention of Pharynx, who quickly perked up.
The general had been staring at Thorax the entire time Spike had been reprogramming Ember, and impressively the three were still going at it, with one of the dragons having pulled Thorax into a 69, while the other was crouching behind, using Thorax's antlers as handlebars as he relentlessly thrust into him.
"Pharynx," Spike said, straightening his back. Ember leaned forwards, running her tongue over Spike's slit several times. "While I wait for Smolder to be back, I want to run down some plans I had for the Citadel, if you don't mind."
Pharynx nodded, quickly gesturing for one of the guards in the room to bring him something to take notes with. He returned rather quickly with a clipboard, pen, and several pieces of paper.
Spike leaned back as Ember moved her mouth forwards, wrapping her reptilian lips around Spike's tip. "First of all, I want you to set up living conditions for the white gems. And I want them to be quality. They do their best work when loyal."
Pharynx nodded. "Affirmative. I'll ensure every white gem gets its own personal chambers. I don't think the citadel is large enough to accommodate them, so I'll instantly get to work on having them dig into the mountain to expand things."
Spike nodded back. "That brings up my second point. You changelings have your food situation all set up, but we dragons don't. I want mines set up to start pulling out as many crystals and minerals as possible, and I want them distributed to the dragons for food. Those they don't eat, I want to be stockpiled. We can maybe use them to buy things from other kingdoms, who knows."
Pharynx wrote that down soon. "As you will, master. Anything else?"
"A couple of things," Spike moaned as Ember started slowly bobbing her head. He was quick to bring a hand down, setting it on the back of her head and pushing her down. "First, this throne room is exceptionally boring. No offense to Domination or Punishment, but their creators were exceptionally bad interior decorators. I'll draft a plan for that with you later. Next, I want services for the white gems, boost loyalty, and all that. I want hospitals, break rooms, heck even a spa if you can fit one here. Lastly, I want a personal chamber too, just somewhere I can relax with my toys, you included."
Pharynx blushed as Spike smirked, clearing his throat and straightening his back. "Of course, master."
Spike chuckled. Just then, however, Ember bottomed out on him, shoving her head as far down as she could, the tight confines of her throat squeezing around his tip. Spike grunted, eyes widening for a second as he squeezed his thighs. Ember snorted slightly as several ropes of his jizz shot out of her nose, her eyes widening for but a moment before she pulled of her master, cupping her hands beneath her mouth to catch every last drop of her master's jizz whether it leaked from her mouth or her nostrils.
Spike laughed at the sight, petting her on the head. "Good girl Ember, good girl."
Just then the entrance to the throneroom opened and Smolder walked in. She shot an angry glare at Ember and Thorax for a moment before she approached Spike, giving him a salute.
"Master, I did as you asked. I have six hundred changelings waiting for you in the main hall." She said, shivering slightly as his gaze passed over her.
"Excellent, good work Smolder. I'll reward you for your dedication later," Spike said, standing up in his throne. He resecured his pants as he walked past Ember, who was now greedily swallowing down her master's cum she had caught.
"Smolder, wait for Thorax to finish with his two playmates, then have them gather up every one of my dragon servants in the main hall with the changelings," Spike said straightening his back. "I have an announcement to make."
Spike cleared his throat as he now stood on a stage, overlooking over nine hundred of his slaves, now piled up in the Citadel's entrance hall. Hopefully this time there wouldn't be another Typhon emerging from the depths into this room...
Spike shook his head, turning to his slaves. Six hundred changelings, three hundred dragons. They were paired up in groups, with two changelings for every dragon. Spike nodded at the sight. Excellent, and now for the main part.
"Everyone in this room is now a part of my new... regime, I suppose is the name for it," Spike said straightening his back. "Of course, I am an excellent ruler, as you are all well aware, but I can't be everywhere and do everything. As such, some changes are in order. First of all, Dragons!"
The drakes in the room were quick to instantly salute their master by pounding an armored gauntlet into their breastplates, the deafening bang of metal hitting metal filling the room.
"You are now the elite core of my army. I will, if all went goes well, have access to a changeling army before I begin any further moves, but it doesn't hurt to have you mixed in there. On top of that, you are also going to be responsible for guarding my person until I get some proper... 'royal' guards." Spiked ordered, extenuating his points with rather exaggerated movements of his hands. "As for the changelings..."
The changelings quickly saluted too, their hands quickly rising to their foreheads. Spike smirked when he noticed Dactylus and Fibula in the frontline, paired up with a rather tall dragon stud, he didn't know his name. Good for them.
"I am creating a new unit of my new government centered entirely around the changelings in this room. As of today, you are now my secret police, known as the Dragon's Concubines. Your jobs will be twofold. First of all, you are to hunt down escaped slaves, crush dissent and enforce my will."
The changelings all chittered rather happily. That sounded like a perfect job to serve their master to the best of their abilities! Then came the second part of their job;
"Secondly, you have all been assigned a dragon. It is your job from now on to keep them happy, I'm sure you know how.~" Spike said, winking as he did. Instantly silence filled the room. His smile widened as he noticed the dragons and changelings were now staring one another down. It was hard to gauge the reaction of the dragons due to their helmets, but based on how many of the changelings were blushing now, he assumed the news went over well.
"Dragons, a quick caveat that comes with this privilege. The Dragon's Concubines are loyal members of my bureaucracy and thus rather high-ranked. Any harm that comes to them by your hands will result in immediate and painful execution. Aside from that, please have fun." Spike ordered as he took a step back, gesturing for them with a wave of his hand. He didn't have to wait long before the dragons stripped themselves of their armor, practically pouncing their new companions. He nodded contently as the entrance hall degenerated into a truly debaucherous orgy, with the changelings being absolutely and utterly dominated by their new reptilian parters.
Spike couldn't stop himself from contently sighing, wrapping a hand around his dick. He'd ensure the Dragon's Concubines had an office close by his throneroom when the time came, and that office included a room, especially for just this kind of orgy. It was a wonderful sight.
"So, now that that's all settled, I think we can settle into a status quo for the next couple of weeks as your slaves repair the citadel," Domination suddenly said, ruining Spike's hardon. The draconic slaver sighed, straightening his back and shaking his head. "Is it vital that we don't just sit on our laurels during that time. I personally recommend we start scouting out the neighboring kingdoms. This far out on the fringe, we are free from Equestrian eyes and are free to start our conquests in peace."
"I see..." Spike mumbled, furrowing his brow in thought. "I am actually unaware as to who even lives out here at all. It wouldn't hurt to find out. Then again, there is a lot of work here in the citadel to do, and it couldn't hurt to search for any Peryton artifacts around here..."
"That's your prerogative. As I stated earlier, the training wheels are off, you're free to do as thou wilt."