[b][u][center]Beat the Boss, Be the Boss

For BlazingPelt

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]






With one last prayer, the boss went down. The half-lich, no more than halfway towards putting his soul into his phylactery, fell to the ground, defeated. His soul rejoined his body, and he breathed his last, his eyes closing for one last time. Jake shook his head, slowly pulling his staff back to his side, sighing to himself. 

[i]That was closer than I'd like...[/i]

The cat cleric looked past the body of the half-lich. It was already fading away, and what was left behind was whatever the villain had hidden behind his illusions of darkness and despair. Jake readied himself, waiting to see if there was one final defense between the dungeon at himself, his staff held clenched at his side. His blue robes shifted around him as he took on a different stance, his eyes narrowing at the fading darkness. 

Instead of some final monster, there was light. Instead of traps, treasures. Instead of one great malevolent entity, there was a throne. 

It was a great golden thing, with a tall, flat back that shot up more than twice Jake's standing height, and at the top were various stars chipped out of the gold itself. It looked like some grand monument rather than a seat, and that continued all the way down, from the dangerous, almost sharp-looking holes cut in the side of the throne to the seat itself. The cat arched an eyebrow, stepping over the mostly-gone body in front of him and reaching out with his staff to poke it. 

"You're kidding me, right?"

Sticking out of the golden chair was a golden phallus, and a large one, for that matter. He poked it twice, seeing if it would wobble, and it didn't, nor did it trigger any further traps or dangers in the dungeon. 

"What in the world...Detect Magic."

He waved his hand before him, and the golden phallus immediately lit up. It was filled with a deep enchantment, one that spread out in lines throughout the throne, and then throughout the room. Looking over his shoulder, the cat could even see the enchanted lines running down the hall and into the rest of the dungeon. 

[i]Hmmm...a throne of control...and a rod through which the control is wielded...[/i]

Jake had heard of dungeons like this, but it was the first time that he had seen one. It was certainly different...

Not particularly effective, though. He imagined that it would have left the dungeon master quite sore at the end of it, particularly considering how big the golden phallus was. He had had a few partners in his time, but that thing put them all to shame. Just looking at it made him wince a bit. 

Yet, at the same time...

[i]It controls the dungeon. That means that it knows where every single secret door is, every bit of loot, everything.[/i]

Not exactly a low price for a bit of indignity. 

Jake looked at the golden cock again, shaking his head. It wasn't going to feel good, but...well, there wasn't anyone here, after all. The boss was dead, and the rod looked clean. He imagined that it would be alright. Just for a few seconds, enough to find where the hidden doors were and order them opened. 

The cat stripped out of his robes, his hips catching on the cloth for a moment before he managed to get them all the way off. He tossed them to the side, his cock swinging idly from side to side as he walked up to the throne. The rod itself was fairly long and wide, but at the same time, it wasn't that intimidating. He stroked it a few times, feeling it at the base, and then up to the tip. 

[i]Rather...sexy, in a way...[/i]

He shook his head, ignoring the twitch in his cock. No, this was just a magic item to find other magic items, and loot. All he had to do was sit on it, find it, and get off. That was all. 

The cat slid himself into the throne, rubbing his ass back against the golden phallus. It felt nice and firm back there, big enough to pack a punch, big enough to really fill him up. There would be one hell of a stretch from this, particularly with how much he'd have to take to activate the spell. His tail flicked up a bit as he rested his hands on the arms of the throne, a soft huff and puff leaving his mouth. 

As he pressed his asshole to the tip, he felt a spark. Not much, but enough for any spellcaster to realize that something magic had just been triggered. He wanted to pull away...instead, he pushed back. 

"Ah!"

Jake gasped as he felt the tip of the shaft enter him, his eyes going wide as he felt the sheer stretch that the head alone provided. His toes curled against the base of the throne, and when he tried to push himself up, again, his arms pushed him back, lowering him on the great golden thing. 

[i]Reversal...body...reversal...[/i]

Just as he realized what was happening, he felt another spark, another jolt of pleasure inside him. The golden shaft 'zapped' his prostate, making his cock jump up, hardening in seconds from the pleasure of something so big, so potent inside of him. He moaned, rolling his head back at the odd feeling of need that rose with it, his balls churning already. Without even thinking, he lowered himself the rest of the way, connecting himself with the throne, the rod, and the dungeon. 

Just like that, he could feel everything around him. It was like his body had become the dungeon, his mind the control center for it. He could see every hidden room, connect to every surviving monster. He could see through the eyes of individual orcs in the hidden rooms, feel the underground chamber where the dragon egg was hidden, see the world through the eyes of the monsters, even be them, if he wished. 

As he settled there, naked, his hole clenched tight around the cock. He felt a pulse through it, a warmth that went through his body. As he struggled to pull his attention back to his own body, he realized that he could see himself from the outside, look at himself as if through the eyes of the dungeon. He saw his body, his wider hips, his gray fur, the dark stripes slowly...slowly turning golden. 

[i]The spell...the control...[/i]

Jake gasped, arching his back as he felt another shock through his core, another blast of magic through his prostate and his cock. Pleasure came with every bit of information that the chair and the rod fed to him, and he groaned under his breath, rolling his hips against the golden rod, fucking himself on it. Even as he started to feel the connection with the dungeon growing stronger, he felt something else. Something...intense. 

Something...greedy. 

[i]I could...I could stay here...keep all the treasure...and then...[/i]

Then he could see the other adventurers that came here...

The idea was already lodging itself in the back of his head, getting pushed deeper every time that he lifted his hips and slammed them back down on that dildo, feeling that golden phallus filling him up, stretching his ass in a warming, wonderful way. He gasped for breath, his eyes rolling back in his head, seeing himself through his own eyes and through the eyes of the dungeon on the throne. 

He could stay, he realized. He was stronger than the boss that had been running this dungeon; he could take over, use this throne as the way to run it. Already, it was making him stronger. How strong could he become if he had the chance to beat more and more salvagers, adventurers, spelunkers into the dungeons?

How would it feel to take them down?

How would it feel to own them when he was done?

He growled deep in his throat, his cock throbbing up harder and harder. The stripes in his fur had long since become pure gold in color rather than the dark gray that they had been, and in the eyes of the dungeon, he could see his own eyes taking on a yellow light of their own. He had changed, alright. 

Thumping his ass down, he groaned as his cock sprayed a load across the floor. It twitched, his ass clenched, and the world rocked around him, a minor earthquake that shook the entire dungeon from one floor to another. He groaned, clenching down on the golden cock in his ass, and when he calmed down, he smiled. 

[i]I'm the boss, now...[/i]

It was completely obvious. He should be the boss; he had been able to beat the last one, and that meant that this whole place was his. There was no reason to just leave with what he could carry. After all, someone else would be back, eventually, and then it would become another terror dungeon. If he took over, then he could do what he wanted, and he was surely better than another monster, right?

Of course he was. 

The cat leaned back on the throne, feeling the power of the dungeon coursing through him, increasing his muscles, making them bulge ever so slightly through his arms and legs. The tight little tummy he had gained a few little lines of muscle, and his chest stood out a little more than it had before. Small gains, it was true, but the swelling kept his slender figure, and he appreciated that. 

He could feel the monsters in the dungeon, and he smiled, crossing his legs as he willed the hidden doors open, imagined the monsters coming to him. He could already feel them walking through the dungeon hallways, making their way down the corridors to his throne room. They were coming to pay obeisance, and he was there to receive them. 

Already, his loyalty to the outside world was waning. The dungeon was his world now, and he? He was the boss of the dungeon. 

And it was time for the boss to receive the loyalty of his subordinates. 




[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]