[b][u][center]The Sole of the Destroyer Chapter 5: Rouge’s Rogue Soles For EdgeofObsidian By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Zap, zap, zap. His inner power reservoirs might have been recharged, but not nearly enough for him to make the trip across the city without burning through them. They were depleting faster than they should, too, dropping by nearly five percent in the little hops between the library and the Cathedral. The fact that his power had been corrupted so thoroughly, weakened so much by these…creatures…pissed him off to no end. They were small things, insects compared to him, and yet they had done so much already… It wasn’t right. It truly, truly wasn’t. The dark hedgehog came to a stop on the roof of one of the buildings that ringed the Cathedral, looking up from behind a chimney. Even taking cover by that much was humiliating to him, raising his rage as he glared around the building. There had to be over a dozen bat-winged women patrolling it. They were all in their bat-like form at the moment, but he had learned how to tell the difference between a beast and a disguised witchling. There were too many for him to… Too many for him to fight. He forced himself to finish the thought, to acknowledge that he needed to take a different tack. It didn’t make him happy, but at least he was being honest with himself this time. Looking for any broken windows, Abyss couldn’t find any. It seemed that the maintenance crews actually did their job with the historic building, because there were no little holes for him to aim for, no little gaps for him to launch himself through as a lightning bolt. And trying to break through a building, he had learned from prior experience, took not only a goodly surge of power, but it was loud. Very loud. Loud enough to draw the witchlings from all over the place if he tried it. [i]Which means…I have to find a door…[/i] One of the bat patrols turned his way, and he glared at them before pulling himself back around the top of the building, hiding behind the chimney once more. It wasn’t a comfortable hiding place, nor a dignified one, but at least they passed by without seeing him. He waited for the shadows on the ground and the rooftop to pass, and then looked at the building once more. The Cathedral was massive, with a bell tower on one end and a clock over the front door that was on the other. He imagined that the bell tower could have been a place to start; if he launched himself properly, he might have been able to bounce off the inside of the bell and into the building proper, but it would set of an unholy racket. [i]Fitting,[/i] he thought with a dark smile. But with his current power level, a stupid risk. No, he needed to move quickly, and quietly. And that meant using his chain more than his lightning, which…he felt was doable. The front door. The front door was his only real choice. And the bats seemed to be keeping to the high points of the Cathedral. If he could time it right… Abyss watched the bats as they flew about, looking for a gap in their patrols. There wasn’t one, but there was a point where there was only one bat on patrol rather than pairs or trios of them. That would do. Summoning his chain, the hedgehog waited for the single bat to pass again, then lunged forward, a zap of green and white in the air before he was moving with the speed of lightning. The world faded, then reappeared, the bat right in front of him as he reformed. “Die!” It was not the shout that he wished it to be, but the rumble of thunder coming from behind was loud enough to carry his threat for him. The bat transformed, becoming a fox girl, but it was too late. His chain was around her throat, squeezing off her air, and she was plummeting to the ground. He stood on her back, almost surfing to the hard stone steps of the cathedral. She would be his cushion. SLAM! They hit the ground hard, though the fox girl was still gasping and grunting beneath him, fighting more against the chain cutting off her hair than his feet on her back. She squirmed, trying to pull at it and weaken his grip, but he planted his feet against the base of her spine and pulled harder. Two quick wrenches from side to side, and the fox was unconscious. [i]Have to be quick,[/i] he thought, stepping off of her and running for the front door. [i]Someone will have –[/i] Creaaaaak. The door opened with a long, slow groan, and standing on the other side…was the other Siren. She smiled, the bat did, her white fur glowing in the moonlight where it wasn’t covered by the purple robe she wore. It was cut lower than before, her breasts almost popping out of it, and her bare feet could just be seen under the hem of the robe. She chuckled to herself, one arm beneath her bust, the other supporting her chin. “Oh, my, hon. I thought that you would be much longer coming to visit me. What’s the matter, poor Fiona bored you?” “You. Get out of my way before I destroy you,” he grunted. “You? Destroy me? Sugar, I know that you think very highly of yourself, but let’s be honest. You’ve yet to truly live up to your name.” He snarled, all too aware of the other bats in the air. His window to slip inside was closing, and closing fast. It didn’t matter if he made a noise now; if he didn’t get inside, this whole move was moot, anyway. With a clench of his fists, he summoned his chain to his hand. It rose up like a startled snake and lashed out, heading straight for the gap in the chest of her robe, aiming right for her heart. She grabbed it. Just as he wanted. The lightning channeled right down the chain. BOOOM! It was an explosion of smoke and energy that knocked the bat out of the doorway. He lunged after her – “There he is, girls! Get him!” But it was too late. Like a swarm of mosquitos sensing blood, the witchlings were on him, pulling him back from the doorway of the Cathedral. Their hands were all over him, sliding under his shirt, tweaking his nipples, stroking his belly, running into the waistband of his pants. Their fingers were everywhere, taunting him and teasing him. “Let me go!” he shouted. “Let me go, you foul creatures!” “Hehehe, isn’t he one to talk?” “He’s an outsider, a monster, just like us.” “Thinks he’s so much better?” “Look at the lightning on your legs, Destroyer. You’re going to be claimed soon.” “And when the Queen’s done…” “We’ll all have our fun.” They’d already pulled him up into the air and more than twenty feet from the front door. They had him gripped by the arms, the legs, around his neck and around his waist. There were so many of them, and they were all trying to pull his clothes off, to expose him, to leave him naked and defenseless against their touches. Rage gripped him at their audacity, and he exploded. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Abyss screamed as green and white lightning took over, leaving him a hedgehog made up of pure electricity. The witchlings screamed, falling away, landing on the ground nearby. He landed in the middle of their little circle, panting and shaking his head. That little maneuver had cost him more in the way of energy than he wanted to admit, and the green… The green was spreading. It was all the way up to his waist, now, trying to curl around from the front and back towards his…privates… Rage. Hold onto the rage, not the humiliation, not the strange arousal that should have been staying on the other side of his mind. He growled under his breath, forcing the lightning down his arms, feeling the green growing despite his best intentions and the best efforts that he could put out there. [i]Why? Why do I still feel so…[/i] He shook his head, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. Obliteration. The flock came at him from all sides, slicing and slashing through the air with feet that were faster than any punches that he had ever had to deal with. They kicked and kneed at him, and he blocked them with his hands and kicks of his own. He teleported with his lightning, zapping from one spot to another, the cracks of thunder giving him much-needed milliseconds of time as they flinched away from it. Crack, kick, punch, smack. They were quick, but he was quicker. He was keeping them at bay for now, and the dancing chain at his back kept them from sneaking up on him, but the barefoot girls were getting closer and closer, their soles nearly smashing into his face, and elsewhere. The more lightning he used, though, the weaker he felt, and not because he was losing energy. No, it was more like…like… He looked at the next cast of it, the next streak of a lightning bolt from his fingers to one of the attacking women. [i]It’s almost all green…[/i] And he was still rock hard. The foot-speckled scarf he wore flicked by his face, and the sight of the soles on it actually made his cock throb without his consent. He gasped, and a hole in his defense opened up. The next attack was a sweeping kick from one of the girls, a vixen, and the sweat on her foot hardened as it left her sole. It streaked out in needle-like form, and while he was able to block most of them… One got through. Abyss was knocked back by the dart-like thing that hit his neck, and he hissed as he felt a heat running through his blood as it got through his skin. He pulled it free, feeling it melt back to sweat in his hand, but it was already too late. His cock was throbbing hard, actually pushing forward and looking more like his clothes were painted on down there. The girls laughed as he slowed and stumbled, and his cheeks flared with rage and humiliation. “You…you dare…to laugh…at me?” “We’re laughing at that dick of yours.” “Man, so hard just from a bit of sweat poison?” “He’s gonna be easy for the Queen to play with.” “He’s gonna cum the second he sniffs her feet.” “What do you wanna bet he’d cum if he sniffed our toes right now?” “No bet there. He’d soak those pants.” They were laughing at him. Laughing…at him…the Destroyer. The ultimate fate. The herald of ruin. They were looking at him, and they were laughing. He tried to lunge forward, but another girl grabbed his chain, yanking him back. They pulled him off his feet, and one of them rushed forward, grabbing at the buttons of his pants. They managed to undo them before he was able to kick her away, but then the others came running up, trying to pin him down. He kept struggling against the grip on his chain, unable to get a good grip on it. But it was the heat in his veins that was causing him the most problems. He was feeling that need, that heat, that hunger that they had pushed into him. There was no escaping it, no fighting that urge that they had forced into his body. He could feel it like poison, spreading through him and making him…making him… Horny. Abyss had never been one to get aroused in his life. Every time that the Unworthy Vessel felt such feelings, he retreated to the far end of their shared skull, keeping it from touching him and corrupting him with the base desires that came from mortals. Now, though, there was no escape. He couldn’t just run away, couldn’t force it out. They were making him feel it, and it was weakening him. He finally managed to twist his chain away, but before he could leap into the air and flee – “I think that’s quite enough, sugar.” The bat was back. The other flock members dispersed, jumping away from him, and as he turned to the source of the voice – “Mmmph!” A wave of scent hit him right in the face, musk and power such as he hadn’t felt since he had fought Fiona. The bat flapped her wings, the tiny things sending a storm of scent right into his face. It was like the green fumes had become the whirlwind, spinning about him and drowning him in the stink of female feet. He covered his nose, trying to block it out, but she flapped her wings again, a streak of green fumes flying from her and slapping him across the face, across the chest, rubbing like a whistling wind between his legs. “Sugar, I know that you want to fight, but really, there’s no point. The Queen is going to take you eventually, and it’ll be so much better if you just give in.” “The Destroyer will never give in to foul magics.” “Then perhaps you might need a sweeter touch.” She smiled, her wings pulling back. The way she floated, however, told him that she wasn’t done. He felt the presence of power from her, a sense of strength that was different from what he had gotten from the vixen he’d fought. This one was strong in a different way, using a different power. [i]Magic. She’s the one that will use…magic.[/i] His rage rose, and with it, his arousal. He groaned, feeling the throbbing tingle of the lightning running through him, the crackle as more and more of his skin was marked by the corruption. It had already spread up from his hips to his stomach, and he could feel it tingling around the base of his cock. [i]Have to…have to take her out…quickly. She’s the weakest…I can handle…that…[/i] He lunged forward, only for her to flick her finger. Pellets of moisture hit him from all sides, almost like someone had fired a dozen guns at him at once. He was pushed back, grunting, feeling the stink of sweat sinking into his fur, into his clothes. [i]How…[/i] He looked around him. All of the other witchlings were standing on one foot, their other sole pointed at him. Their sweaty feet were all directed at him. The bat made the same gesture, and this time he saw it. Her power turned their feet red for a split second, and the droplets of sweat were launched like bullets. Even when he dodged, they turned, seeking him out, slamming into him where he couldn’t defend against them. One even managed to dart into his mouth, slamming against his tongue and forcing him to taste the rank saltiness of their sweat. It was impossible. It was degrading. It was…arousing. He groaned, panting as his cock throbbed ever harder in his pants. He almost fell over before he could get control of himself again, dragging himself back to his feet and glaring at the bat with all the hatred that he could muster through the arousal that they were forcing on him. “You…cheat…” “I am merely using my powers to their fullest extent, sugar.” She smiled. “You should have done the same when we first met. You are far too weak to challenge me now.” “You think…I can’t…take you down?” “Honey, I know you can’t.” She gestured in a different way. Expecting a hail of bullets, Abyss leaped into the air, but this time, it was different. The liquid on the bottom of all the witchlings’ feet, as well as two more tendrils from the floating bat, extended out in whip-like fashion. They lashed around his ankles, grabbing him tightly and keeping him from running off, while the others lashed out against his body, flailing about and cutting his clothes away from him in expert movements. He couldn’t fight against it, couldn’t slow them down. They were coming faster and faster, slicing through his shirt, his pants, even his scarf. The shreds of his clothing fell to the ground, landing in piles here and there, blown away by the wind. [i]Mmmph…Nnngh![/i] He refused to make any sounds of pain, but there was no way to hide his indignation at being stripped by whips of sweat. They cut through everything that he had, leaving the slightest fragments of clothing behind. The Unworthy Vessel might be able to fix them later, but for now… For now, he was naked. He panted as his cock was completely exposed to the thirteen women around him, glaring down at the lightning that had surrounded the base of his shaft almost like a cock-ring. The patterns in his skin were trying to push forward, but had yet to do that. They had, however, covered his testicles completely, leaving him with a churning feeling down below that he wanted nothing to do with. However, there was nothing he could do to change that. All he could do was let it continue to grow. The chain…he tried to lift his chain, but another girl – a natural bat – grabbed it from behind, keeping him grounded. She was using rubber gloves, he realized, keeping him from blasting her with his power the way that he had done before. Suddenly, the bat Siren, Rouge, was sitting in the air above him. Her bare feet, white-soled and soft and wet-looking, hovered over his face, threatening to plant themselves right on his cheeks and soak their scent into him. Instead, she pressed them to his chest, her feet rubbing up and down along his nipples, tweaking them, flattening them, pinching them between her toes. “You really are a barbarian, aren’t you, hon?” she said. “Just flailing around, thinking that brute force will overwhelm everyone? No subtlety, no technique.” “I flattened…mmmph…f-flattened you…so many times…already…” “No, sugar, you just knocked me down. There’s a difference between flattening and just slapping someone around.” He groaned, biting his lips as she kept teasing his nipples. He hated that. He hated feeling someone touching him to begin with, and feeling someone actually rubbing along his body, teasing it, trying to get it to do something, was even worse. He groaned under his breath, trying to keep his thoughts focused on anything but the sensations that she was forcing him to feel right then and there. But it was hard. Very, very hard to think of anything else, particularly as she stroked a foot down his chest and left a wet line of sweat between his pecs. “You know, sugar, the Queen will expect obedience. My friend – you met her, sugar – was quite insistent on seeing you broken underfoot first. She was a little afraid of you.” “Mmph…she…she should be…” “No, she shouldn’t. And I’m not.” She chuckled, tapping her toes along his belly, and then down a bit further, running her big toe in a circle around the very base of his cock. “You couldn’t defeat us at your best. Why should we be afraid of you now?” He didn’t have an answer. His power was draining away, and he could feel her getting stronger. The longer he was in her grip, the more powerful she seemed to become, and the less… The less he could… Fight… He groaned as the meaty arches of her feet pressed to either side of his cock, soaking it, saturating it with wet sweat. He arched his back in his floating prison, panting as she ground her feet against him, soaking him more and more. Before his eyes, the corruption was running further and further up his shaft, leaving crackling green lines of light in jagged patters along his cock. It was almost to the head, now, and the further it spread, the more… The more imprisoned it felt… “What…nnngh…what are you…doing…foul creature?! Leave my body – Nnngh! – alone!” “Oh, hush. I’m giving you the gentle treatment. I could be going far, far harder.” The other witchlings were slowly flying up to him, some of the whips leaving his body and retreating into their soles. One of them, a panda girl, was flapping her wings at his side, both the smell of her feet and the sweat of her soles touching his face. She ground them against his cheek, while on the other side, a mouse girl did the same. All the while, Rouge was working his shaft, forcing him to keep feeling horny. His lightning was no longer white, save for at the very edges. His power had shifted, becoming something based around his humiliation, his need, his…his hated arousal. He tried to push it away, only to feel weaker than ever. If he tried…trying to hold onto his rage… The sparks that flew from his fingers in weak defiance were almost non-existent. The rage wasn’t strong enough. It just…it wasn’t… The great heat of his power, the destroying rage that he had built himself up with for years, was not enough to break through the power that the witchlings and their mistress had cast about him. He needed… [i]Purity…[/i] If he couldn’t be stronger with his rage, if he couldn’t banish his lust with that, he needed to focus on a different feeling. And that meant… [i]I hate you for this. For this, I will hate you forever…[/i] Abyss growled as he forced himself to experience the lust and the pleasure that was running through his body. He could feel the heat from the dart and the poison inside of him. He could feel the need that was running through his balls, could feel the urgency that was pushing through his cock. He could feel the horrible arousal that the scents being pushed into his nose gave him. And when he opened his eyes, staring at the way that the green lightning marks on his cock had reached the head, how some jagged points had pushed into the urethra tip – somehow knowing it had locked his ability to climax – he felt it overwhelm his rage. [i]I…have to be…horny now…[/i] he realized. [i]They took my rage…my power…and locked it behind…this…[/i] Oh, it made him angry. It made him downright furious…but there was no chance to use that fury. Not anymore. The bat floated over his face, her feet pressing down on either cheek and smothering him beneath her soles. She was gentle, teasing with them, smiling down at him. “Look at you. You’re all locked up now, wrapped up for our Queen in a nice little magical package. Doesn’t it feel so much better now, sugar? Doesn’t it feel better not to be so angry?” Oh, she was wrong about that part. He was angry. He was very, very, very angry. He just couldn’t use it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel it. And it didn’t mean that he couldn’t strike back at them. He glared at her through the gap between her feet, even as some of the other girls were rubbing their toes along his nipples, along his balls, along his shaft. He could feel that pent-up need down there, the enforced chastity that came with their power over him. And he turned all that rushing need into his escape plan. With a roar that dwarfed the thunder of the storm, he lashed out. Green lightning arced from him to the thirteen women, and then out further, cutting into the electrical systems everywhere around the Cathedral. Lights went out and screams filled the air…not pained screams, but orgasmic ones. Even Rouge screamed with pleasure as he hit her with the power he’d gathered. The fact that he was escaping by forcing them to cum was a humiliation not lost on him, but Abyss would use whatever tool he could. His principles were being sacrificed, one by one, but he would live. He would survive. He would get his revenge. As the witchlings fell, the Siren continued to float above him, grimacing through her pleasure as she kept her feet planted on his face. She grabbed at his chain, holding it like one would hold a dog’s leash, panting as she stared down at him. He tasted something besides sweat running along her foot, coming from further up her body. “I…I will not…let the Queen’s lover…go…” “And I…I will not…be kept!” He threw himself into a desperate spin, flipping himself over and landing on Rouge’s back. She grabbed for him, trying to pull him back down, but he had the high ground. He kicked out, his heels slamming into the top of her spine hard enough to send her spinning end over end. The problem was, she was still gripping his chain, and she was gripping it hard. Abyss yelped as he was sent tumbling head over heels with the bat, forming two ends of a rippling, spinning fan as they went flying out of the air towards the grounds and the buildings around the Cathedral. The world was up, then down, then up, then down – BANG! Then he was in a pile of rubble and very little mattered in terms of directions. He flailed around, desperately looking for a wire, and he found one just as the bat came back into view. The Siren glared at him. “Oh, no you don’t!” She lunged, and he disappeared in a flash of green. # Abyss forced himself to keep bouncing around the electrical system of Westopolis more than he normally would, knowing that if he came out too soon, they might just find him. Both of the Sirens had shown a supernatural awareness of his movements, and he wasn’t about to make it easier for them. Somehow, the bat had known when he was going to come through the door. Somehow, the fox had known which alley he was going to be in. The rest of the flock seemed to be able to be surprised, but the two of them just beneath this Queen…They could track him, and he was almost sure that it had something to do with the lightning that had been criss-crossing his body ever since they had marked him. He eventually came back out of the electrical system in an abandoned shop a fair distance away from the Cathedral, the dark hedgehog panting as he looked down at his body. Slowly, the clothes were reforming, but he could see that the green marks had spread, and they’d spread pretty far. Jagged lightning edges were pointing towards the points of his nipples, and his penis… His penis was still throbbing hard, as if the corruption was keeping it that way, and he could feel the constraints that the power had pushed onto it. It could no longer…climax…Not that he wanted to, but it meant that the distraction of lust was still there, still throbbing away, begging for him to do something with it. Or allow someone else to do something to it… “Never. Never again,” he muttered, taking a deep breath. He needed to get into the Cathedral. If they were guarding it this heavily, that meant that there was something worthwhile in there. Even if it was just the Queen, he still needed to get in there and take her down. And if there was more…if there was information in the Undercroft or in the library inside… [i]I need to get in there.[/i] As he reminded himself of that, he felt two slight tuggings from the Unworthy Vessel’s mind. Two little things that the other side felt deserved attention at that moment. One of them was here, in this building, but there was something else that was more related to the Cathedral and the Undercroft. Ignoring the item here – doubtlessly something perverted that the Unworthy Vessel remembered from another day – he focused on the other thing. He allowed the information to come through the barrier between their minds…and he smiled. There was a passageway beneath the Cathedral to a kitchen that was nearby. Established a long time ago to allow the monks that once called the Cathedral home a chance to cheat on their holy diets, it allowed for quick, undetected, and more importantly, [i]underground[/i] passage between the two buildings. There was no way that the flying patrols could see him, and it was very unlikely that the witchlings would be moving around down there. And in the unlikely event that they were…well, the closed quarters would make his power that much more devastating. Abyss smiled. There was a chance. A real chance, this time. His smile disappeared as he remembered what the Siren had done to his power. She was forcing him to embrace the…arousal…that they were forcing into his body. To acknowledge it. To…empower it. [i]If I want the strength to fight…I have to let it…[/i] He stared down at his shaft, remembering how hard it had been between the bat’s soles, how it had been begging for more attention. That had come from the Unworthy Vessel’s side…at least, at first… Now…he wasn’t so sure. But as he remembered that pleasure, he could feel his power surging inside of him, begging to be let loose, begging to ripple through others and break them. Not with pain, but with pleasure, to force them over the edge with electrical power again and again until their bodies spasmed in unending pleasure. It was a far cry from the destruction that he wanted to unleash, but if it meant that he broke their minds, at least…well, it was something he could live with. Not enough to absolve them from destruction, but enough for him to live with. Abyss stood up again, letting the lightning crackle around him, then grabbed the wire and zipped off. He forced himself to think of the feet again, snarling every time that he thought of the scent, but doing what he could to keep his power high. If he was going to kill the Queen, he’d need everything that he could get. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]