Mobius belonged to Tails. Every continent, every zone, every realm within the world was his now.
Taking over, with his level of power, had been easy. No hero or villain from the main planet or from the space around had been able to do anything even slow him down.
Time travel, reality warping, super speed or strength, mental attacks, all fell before him. And yet a resistance remained. He'd found and broken it several times, taking more and more of its members as he did.
Blaze the cat, Bunnie Rabbot, Cream and Vanilla, Marine the raccoon, Shade the echidna, Mighty the Armadillo, Honey the cat, and so on and so on. By the reports of his scouts, there were only three left now.
Sticks the badger and Wave the swallow, lead by Amy Rose.
Amy's invisibility technique let her gather information without being sensed so she knew where to go and when to avoid capture, especially when aided by Wave's information gathering, Sticks' unpredictable movements, and Amy's return to the use of tarot cards that had lead to her initially meeting Sonic in the first place.
Tails grit his teeth at the thought of Sonic. He'd either overestimated how broken Sonic had been, or underestimated how much he'd cared for Amy before all this started. When it had become clear how difficult Amy and her group would be to capture, Tails had sent Sonic after her. If anyone could catch up to and overpower her, it would have been him.
Tails hadn't been wrong, he had in fact gotten to Amy's group and utterly defeated them… only to let them go at the last minute. Something had woken up in Sonic, and he'd felt the need to let them escape. Whatever had lit up inside him had been thoroughly crushed upon his return.
After realizing what he had done, Tails had punished him more brutal than he had anyone up to that point, showing Sonic the extent of his powers. He'd used his power to keep Sonic alive, but had made sure he could feel every moment of the pain. Sonic's mind wasn't just broken now, it was annihilated.
He was a Sonic the hedgehog shaped ragdoll now and not much else, even his physical abilities now permanently weakened by how ruthlessly Tails had drilled him. But he was satisfied that he would not be betrayed again, as Tails had made it extremely clear to everyone that they would be next if they so much as considered thinking about betraying him for even an instant.
With no way one left to conquer, and no way of knowing where to begin looking for Amy, Tails spent his days mostly just enjoying the pleasure brought by his wives; or at least from his captured breeding whores.
He was asleep now, not needing to rest in the slightest, but enjoying it on occasion. As he did so though, the three remaining rebels snuck inside.
They had been biding their time, gathering resources so they would be able to infiltrate Tails' base on Angel Island. That'd had the equipment to do so for over a month before they actually did, but none of them were willing to get anywhere near Tails without having a method of killing him.
But now… they felt like they finally had one.
They snuck onto the island, Wave hacking into the computer systems to disable defensive technology while Amy used her invisibility to take down guards silently.
She hadn't been used to stealth, but she'd gotten used to it over the last few months. Sticks shakily held onto the old stone jar that contained their last hope for salvation over whatever the fuck their former friend had become.
When Wave gave the signal, Sticks advanced through the now unguarded path towards Tails' sleeping quarters, Wave following her and meeting with Amy on the way in towards their target.
On the occasions that Tails did decide to sleep, he did so alone, in a room where none were permitted to be.
None of them had any plan for what to do after Tails was dead. They were hoping that, with the chaos god forcing them to do his bidding gone, the army that had been serving beneath Tails would simply disband. If not, Amy supposed she'd spend her last hours taking out as many of the bastards as she could.
Regardless, they were inside now, and they had a job to do. Of course, there were the issue of actually getting into his room. Wave couldn't hack into a door that wasn't;t mechanical.
Hell it wasn't even locked, just built so heavy you'd need either teleportation or herculean strength to get passed it, and there was no way to get passed without making yourself known.
Thankfully though, Amy had precisely that. She might not have been as strong as some of the others, but she'd proven how hard her hammer could hit more than once.
There wouldn't be any stealth from this point on, and they'd just have to hope Sticks could throw the jar accurately. Amy took a deep breath as she got into position, Sticks doing to same behind her.
There was a brief, silent, still moment. And then Amy's hammer hit the wall with enough force to level a city block, shattering the stone with all the grace and subtly of a tactical nuke and clearing a path for Sticks to chuck the jar inside.
Tails was, of course, woken up by the powerful hammer strike, but by the time he sat up, the jar was already shattering on the ground in front of him, the viscus, water-like substance within spring up and wrapping around him.
Chaos, the immortal god of the choa composed of pure, liquid chaos energy, completely ensnared Tails. He was by hurt him, as any and all chaos energy he used would just be absorbed; and all of Tails power came from such.
As much as all three had long since given up trying to save Tails, this very much being an assassination, none had it in them to actually watch as Chaos flowed like water into Tails' body through his nose and mouth, converting his entire body to liquid from the inside out.
Tails struggled and thrashed back and forth before finally collapsing on the floor, laying still.
After he remained still for a few solid moments, Amy approached slowly, her hammer at the ready just in case. She knelt down to the body, putting her fingers to his neck.
She turned to Wave and Sticks, "No pulse," She said, seeing the relief spread over them as it filled her as well, "It's over."
No sooner had the words left her mouth did they prove to be incorrect. Tails sprung up suddenly, striking Amy in the crotch and sending her flying across the room, holding up his other hand and sending a wave of chaos energy that bound Wave and Sticks to the wall.
Tails spat out Chaos, who took a strangely more feminine looking form on the floor, one that looked to have been battered. Chaos' face already had little expression to it, so it was quite unsettling when Amy could still see how broken Chaos was from the look alone.
"Bring them here." Tails ordered dismissively, Chaos turning and sending out watery tentacles that reeled Amy, Wave, and Sticks over to him, forcing them to kneel down, bound in front of him.
"How.. how are you alive!?" Amy requested, tears welling in her eyes. Tails smirked, "It wasn't a terrible idea," Tails praised, "It would have definitely worked. If I hadn't already known. It was coming."
Seeing the look of shock and confusion on their faces, Tails explained, "Don't too angry at Vanilla ladies, she held out for quite awhile. The things I had to threaten to do to Cream before she gave in even kind of gross me out."
Tails chuckled, "Didn't stop me from doing them anyway mind you, the look on Vanilla's face while I broke Cream's tight little body was just too fucking good to pass up~ and with the information ahead of time, I was able to do a little research, learn how to control Chaos as easily as chaos energy."
Tails held out his hand, Chaos flowing to him, wrapping around him like an organic armor, connected to his mind and body so he could control it with only thoughts and even feel through it if so he chose.
He snapped, the clothing of his three new slaves, the last of the rebellion, were stripped down, his twenty four inch cock throbbing and raring to go as eight equally thick tentacles sprouted from his new organic armor. Time to have a little fun to celebrate his official victory~
Next up, the finale chapter, as the patron requested a sixth chapter instead of a oneshot ^^