Obedience

“Shadow? You deliberately disobeyed me.”
“I do things MY way. No one tells me what to do.”

It had been a good day. By Black Doom’s standards, it meant the sky to be violet and the city red with fire. Yes… Shadow did well. More than he had ever anticipated. Alas, he’d been somewhat of a rebel—“somewhat” being an understatement. The alien overlord was going to have to put him under control somehow, if the Black Arms ever intended to rule the planet.

“You’ve made quick work of the humans.” As the looming Doom’s Eye, he sneered like he meant to form a frown. “But of our soldiers as well. I cannot afford to have you to be a nuisance in our plans.”

“Hmph,” Shadow smirked. “Do what you want. But no one can be the boss of me.”

There was a sound that was a mix between a growl and a hiss, like a beast waiting in its cave. Should this be any other creation of his, Doom’s Eye would’ve swatted it for defying him. But the black hedgehog Shadow—there was a certain allure about him that held his intrigue. For one, he was the one thing that promised world conquest—he was the Ultimate Life-Form. He was of his blood and bone: a true soldier of the Black Arms race. Most of all, he could distort space and time—something only Black Doom could do alone. Shadow the Hedgehog was sheer power.

“No one…?”

Alas, such ego proved a need for punishment.

There was a yelp, and pieces of rubble broke away from the walls—the black hedgehog grit his teeth, forced against what little wall there was left. His arms fought wildly, restrained by two—four—six hands. Suctioned to the spot, leathery tentacles swirled around his entire body—swerving through his quills, wrapping around his chest, rubbing his waist and thighs, like he were in prey of a gigantic octopus. The black hedgehog squirmed, a hideous bulbous eye poring into the depths of his soul.

“Shadow… you’re too much for your own good.”

The black hedgehog snarled and wriggled more furiously, shivering as a tentacle brushed his shoulder—another, the fluff of fur on his chest. He gasped suddenly, as if something steamy and moist scorched his skin. The tentacles continued to swarm around him, several holding him in place—he screamed, a searing pain tearing through his flesh and sucking him away. Through jagged, pained panting, the black hedgehog struggled through half-closed eyes, at least to know what he was doing—!

Teeth. Oh god, teeth.

He didn’t dare look any further.

Another wail. The black hedgehog shuddered at the touch, a place that writhed him the worst of nightmares—and the best of ecstasy. A tentacle rubbed between his legs, intrigued by the action, bemused by the curious touch. To its interest, it seemed to grow harder—with each rub, the black hedgehog felt as if his heart were to burst. Thrashing about like he were drowning, he screamed as the bite sunk deeper, the grip sealed tighter, and the rubbing more intense. Blood trickled lightly down his chest, sending flecks with each desperate shake. His eyes scrunched shut, and he shrank as a tentacle strapped over his mouth like a band-aid, clamping his gasps. From his nose he sucked all the possible living oxygen he could, as his world twisted…!

There was light. There was blight. There was pain. There was peace.

Doom’s Eye let go.

Untied from the tentacles, Shadow collapsed, panting and holding the wound in his chest. Meanwhile, a familiar figure loomed behind his back.

“This should teach you a lesson in obedience. I shall see you later for your next assignment.”