God's Ultimate Cheat Console

A FEW DAYS LATER

In the tranquility of the early evening, a bus filled with laughter and the murmur of conversations made its way through the scenic routes back to Canterlot State University. The bus, carrying a group of female students from various fields of study, was returning from a field trip that had provided them with valuable insights outside the confines of their classrooms. Spirits were high as they shared stories and photos, recounting the day's adventures and the knowledge they had gained.

However, the serene journey took a sudden and terrifying turn as a van aggressively overtook the bus, forcing it to a grinding halt on the side of the road. Before anyone could react or understand what was happening, masked men armed with guns swiftly surrounded the vehicle. Tension gripped the air as fear replaced the earlier joy among the students.

One of the assailants, with a cold precision, threw canisters of sleep gas through the bus's open windows. Panic ensued as the gas quickly filled the interior, its soporific effect taking hold of the passengers. Despite their attempts to resist, one by one, the students succumbed to unconsciousness, their bodies slumping in their seats as the gas overwhelmed them.

With the bus now silent, the masked men boarded, their steps echoing ominously as they moved down the aisle, inspecting each of the unconscious passengers. Their search seemed aimless until they reached a girl with long pink hair, who lay unconscious like her peers. At the sight of her, one of the men spoke up, a note of triumph in his voice, "We got her."

Another voice, authoritative and cold, issued the next command, "Take them all, leave the driver; he wouldn't sell." The words were chilling, hinting at a nefarious purpose behind the abduction that extended beyond a single target.

As the assailants began to execute their plan, systematically removing the students from the bus, the driver, spared by virtue of his perceived insignificance, remained unconscious, a silent witness to the nightmare unfolding under the cover of darkness.

The abduction was swift and efficient, leaving behind no trace of the struggle that had taken place, except for the abandoned bus on the side of the road, its interior laced with the remnants of the sleep gas.

In the distance, the van, now carrying the kidnapped students, disappeared into the night, its destination unknown. The motivations behind the abduction remained shrouded in mystery, setting the stage for a desperate search for answers and a race against time to rescue the students from an uncertain fate.

ELSEWHERE

In a secluded room that served as the unofficial headquarters for the "Elements of Harmony," the air was usually filled with laughter, camaraderie, and the shared purpose of their quests. However, today was different. The members, including Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer, gathered around a large table littered with maps and ancient texts. They were deep in discussion about their next move in locating the mystical items they had been tasked with finding, a mission critical to the balance of their world.

“So, nothing in Calcutta?” asked Starlight

“No,” said Twilight

“Well, we need to keep looking, what about Demagorge Dungeon?” asked Sunset Shimmer

“It’s a start,” Twilight said

“By the way, I heard you ran into some, assistance at Calcutta,” Rarity said

“Oh, yes, it was a big coincidence, it was a former classmate of ours, do you girls remember Sherman?” Twilight asked

“Nope,” most of them said

“Sherman… as in Sherman Drake?!” Applejack said

“That’s the one!” Twilight said

“YOU WERE WITH SPIKE IN CALCUTTA!” Applejack said as she jumped up, remembering Spike’s last mission was in Calcutta, whoever, she was unaware that Twilight had gone to the dungeon, with Big Mac and Braeburn’s incident taking up most of the space in her head.

“Wow, hold your boots Jack, what’s the big deal?” Rainbow Dash said

Applejack realized her reaction and tried to cover it, but her blushing face was too bright

“Ah… you know him don’t ya!” Rainbow Dash mocked

“More than that, Spike was the 3rd adventurer stuck with her brother and cousin, my guess is that once they made it out, her family made them marry each other, however, due to the lack of a ring, it is easy to deduce that you guys are dating!” Pinkie Pie said as with a massive smile

Applejack’s jaw dropped from being discovered

“Wow, Miss Perfect Boots, finally got a man!” Rainbow Dash said

“Yeah, that makes her the second… third, sorry Starlight, member of the group to be off the market, am I right, Pinkie dear,” Rarity said with Pinkie shaking her head in agreement.

However, Twilight was glaring at Applejack with such jealousy, you could feel her glare burning through everything in her line of sight.

Their concentration was broken when the door burst open. Princess Celestia and Princess Cadance rushed in, their usual grace replaced by urgency and worry. The abrupt entrance of the princesses immediately signaled to the group that something was amiss.

"Princess Celestia? Princess Cadance? What's wrong?" Twilight Sparkle asked, alarm evident in her voice as she and the others stood to greet their royal visitors.

The concern in Celestia's eyes was unmistakable as she scanned the room, her gaze lingering on the empty seat that should have been occupied by Fluttershy. "It's Fluttershy," she began, her voice heavy with worry. "There's been an incident. A bus carrying students from Canterlot State University was forced off the road, and... and Fluttershy was among those taken by unidentified assailants."

A collective gasp filled the room as the gravity of the situation sank in. The mention of Fluttershy's name in such a context was a shock to them all, rendering the room momentarily silent except for the sound of racing hearts.

"Taken? But why? Who would do such a thing?" Rainbow Dash demanded, her fists clenching as she struggled to process the news.

"We don't know yet," Cadance replied, her voice equally laced with concern. "But we've been informed that the attackers used sleep gas and took everyone on the bus, except for the driver. They specifically mentioned looking for a girl with pink hair before deciding to take them all."

"Fluttershy..." Applejack whispered, her usual strength faltering at the thought of her gentle friend in danger.

"We must do something," Rarity interjected, her resolve firm despite the fear that clouded her features. "We cannot simply sit here while Fluttershy is in the hands of those... those villains."

Sunset Shimmer, who had been listening intently, spoke up, "We'll find her. We have to start somewhere—any leads, any clues that could help us track them down."

Princess Celestia nodded, appreciating the determination that ignited within the group. "We're doing everything in our power to locate them. The authorities are on high alert, and we've mobilized all available resources. But your help, your unique abilities, might be what we need to bring Fluttershy and the other students back safely."

Starlight Glimmer, ever the strategist, began outlining a plan. "Let's divide our efforts. Some of us can assist in the search on the ground, while others can work on gathering intelligence. We need to act quickly and efficiently."

The room, once filled with uncertainty, now buzzed with the energy of a united front. The Elements of Harmony, bolstered by the addition of Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer, were no strangers to adversity. Yet, the kidnapping of their friend Fluttershy brought a new level of urgency to their mission.

WITH SPIKE, SOMEWHERE IN CANTERLOT

In the quiet, professionally appointed office of one of Canterlot's premier real estate agencies, Spike found himself seated across from an enthusiastic real estate agent. The agent's excitement was palpable, a sharp contrast to Spike's own contemplative demeanor. The office, adorned with glossy images of prime properties and awards boasting the agent's sales achievements, felt worlds away from the turmoil Spike had recently faced.

"You've made an excellent choice, Mr. Drake," the agent beamed, sliding a thick folder of documents across the polished mahogany desk towards Spike. "This mansion atop Everfree Hills is one of a kind. Its panoramic views, luxurious amenities, and, of course, its prestigious location make it a coveted property, it has 3 living rooms, 2 kitchens, 1 massive in house cinema, an olympic size pool with trampolines, a massive basement, a garage where you can park up to 10 cars, a fully equipped man cave, and of course, what makes the house perfect for you, the vast amount of bedrooms that the mansion possesses. And at 6 million dollars, it's quite the statement and deal"

Spike nodded, his fingers tracing the edge of the folder. The mansion, a sprawling estate surrounded by the untamed beauty of the Everfree Hills, was indeed everything the agent described and more. Yet, as he prepared to finalize the purchase, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of his mind.

"It's definitely impressive," Spike admitted, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "I just... I'm not sure it's the right fit for me. I've always lived a more... straightforward life."

The agent, sensing Spike's hesitation, leaned forward, adopting a more persuasive tone. "Mr. Drake, a man of your accomplishments deserves a home that reflects his stature. You've become quite the hero around here, and this mansion—well, it's befitting a hero. Think of the parties you could host, the guests you could entertain. Not to mention, it's an excellent investment."

Spike listened, the agent's words echoing the societal expectations that had begun to weigh on him since his recent adventures had catapulted him into the public eye. The notion of hosting parties and entertaining guests was foreign to him, a far cry from the life he was accustomed to.

"I appreciate your perspective," Spike replied, his decision crystallizing as he spoke. "But I'm starting to think that maybe I don't need a mansion to be happy. My adventures, the people I've met along the way, the challenges I've overcome—that's what's important to me. I'm not sure if isolating myself in a mansion atop a hill is the answer."

The real estate agent, caught off guard by Spike's introspection, attempted to salvage the situation. "Of course, Mr. Drake, your happiness is paramount. If this property isn't what you're looking for, we have other listings that might better suit your needs."

Spike offered a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you. I think I need some time to figure out what I really want. It's not about the size or the price tag. It's about finding a place that feels like home… I’ll call you if I change my mind, or if I see something else that interests me"

As he stood to leave, the weight of the decision lifted from his shoulders. Spike realized that his journey had changed him, not just in the eyes of the world, but in his own understanding of what truly mattered. The quest for a home would continue, but it would be a search guided by his values and the life he envisioned for himself, free from the expectations of others.

Stepping out of the real estate office, Spike felt a sense of freedom.

Stepping out into the fresh air, Spike's mind was still swirling with thoughts about homes and what truly matters in life when his phone pinged with an unexpected notification. Expecting it to be another property listing from the eager real estate agent, he was caught off guard by the glaring headline that greeted him. His heart sank as he read about the abduction of the bus full of students from Canterlot State University, an event that seemed to grip the city with an urgency he hadn't seen before.

But it was the photo and caption about Francesca Saccone, known for her exceptional talent as an A-rank beast Summoner and Tamer, that made him understand the heightened response. Francesca was a respected figure, her skills not only rare but vital to the community for both her abilities and the safety she provided against potential threats.

As Spike absorbed the information, his phone rang, pulling him from his thoughts. Seeing Applejack's name on the caller ID, he answered immediately, concern lacing his voice. "Applejack, I just saw the news. What's happening?"

Applejack's voice came through, tinged with worry and determination. "Spike, it's bad. Fluttershy... she's one of the ones taken. We're all trying to figure out what to do, how to get her and the others back."

"I saw, Francesca, I think she was the main target. Any leads on who's behind this?"

"We're still piecing things together," Applejack replied. "But we could use all the help we can get. You're good at this kind of thing, Spike. We need someone with your skills."

Spike felt a resolve solidifying within him. "I'm on it. I'll do whatever I can to help bring them back safely. Just let me know where to start."

The conversation then took an unexpected turn as Applejack added, "Once this is done, you and I have some talking to do about you and Twilight at Calcutta."

The mention of Twilight and the sudden shift in Applejack's tone caught Spike off guard, a mix of confusion and unease settling in. "Uh, sure, Applejack. We can talk about that... But let's focus on finding Fluttershy and the others first."

"Right," Applejack agreed, though the promise of a future conversation lingered in the air between them.

With a new purpose driving him, Spike ended the call and made his way to the guild, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The abduction of Francesca Saccone and the others, including Fluttershy, was more than just a local crisis—it was personal, and the urgency to act was now.

As he arrived at the guild, Spike couldn't shake the feeling of unease Applejack's last words had instilled in him. The matter with Twilight at Calcutta, whatever Applejack was referring to, would have to wait. Right now, there were lives at stake, and every moment mattered.

Determined, Spike stepped into the guild, ready to enlist the help of anyone willing to join the search for the kidnapped students. The mission ahead was daunting, but Spike knew he wasn't alone. Together with the Elements of Harmony and the resources of the guild, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead to bring Fluttershy and the others home safely.

Spike's entrance into the guild was met with a scene of controlled chaos. The usually orderly space was now a hive of activity, with members of the guild forming search parties, pouring over maps, and debating potential locations where the kidnapped students could be held. The urgency of the situation was palpable, driving everyone to action, yet without a clear direction, their efforts seemed scattered.

Amidst the commotion, Spike's mind worked furiously, piecing together the information he had. Drawing on his recent experiences and the skills he had honed over time, he sought a logical conclusion to the whereabouts of the abductors and their captives. "Nazareth Dungeon, it's only logical," he murmured to himself, a realization striking him with clarity amidst the din.

The choice of Nazareth Dungeon as a hideout made sense. Its notorious reputation for being difficult to navigate, combined with its relative isolation, would make it an ideal spot for those wishing to avoid the prying eyes of the authorities and heroes alike. It was a place where dark deeds could be carried out in the shadows, away from the light of justice.

Spike was about to turn and share his revelation with the guild, to rally them to his cause, but he hesitated. A chilling thought crossed his mind, freezing him in place. If they approached with a large force, it could provoke the abductors into harming, or worse, killing the captives in a desperate bid to escape or as a twisted bargaining chip. The risk was too great.

With a heavy heart, Spike realized that this mission required stealth and precision, not the might of an army. He made the difficult decision to go alone, understanding that the element of surprise was his greatest ally in this endeavor.

"I need to do this by myself," Spike declared, more to himself than anyone else, as he turned away from the bustling crowd. His voice was steady, his resolve firm, despite the tumult of emotions churning within him.

Before he could slip away unnoticed, Marion, the guild receptionist who had seen him come in, approached him. "Spike? What's going on? Everyone's talking about forming search parties, but you look like you have a plan."

Spike met her gaze, the weight of the decision evident in his eyes. "I think I know where they might be holding the kidnapped students. But it's risky, and I can't put anyone else in danger. I have to go to Nazareth Dungeon alone."

Marion's eyes widened in understanding, and a flicker of worry crossed her features. "Alone? But, Spike, that's incredibly dangerous. Isn't there another way?"

He shook his head, a determined set to his jaw. "It's the best chance we have. I can move faster and more quietly on my own. I promise, I'll be careful."

Seeing the resolve in Spike's eyes, Marion knew further argument was futile. "Then at least let us help you prepare. You'll need supplies, and maybe there are some items or spells we can provide that will aid you."

Grateful for the offer, Spike nodded. "Thank you, Marion. I'll take all the help I can get."

As Marion hurried off to gather supplies, Spike took a moment to steel himself for the journey ahead. The road to Nazareth Dungeon was fraught with peril, but the lives of Fluttershy and the other students hung in the balance. With a deep breath, he readied himself for the mission, knowing that the fate of his friends rested on his shoulders.

The guild, though unaware of Spike's exact plan, rallied behind him, providing support in the way of provisions and equipment. Spike, armed with the knowledge and resources he needed, set out towards Nazareth Dungeon, the weight of a solo rescue mission pressing down upon him. Yet, amidst the fear and uncertainty, a spark of hope flickered.

Spike stood at the entrance of Nazareth Dungeon, his senses heightened and his mind alert. The tire marks, hastily attempted to be erased but still evident upon the ground, confirmed his suspicions. This was the place. Without hesitation, he stepped into the mouth of the dungeon, the darkness swallowing him whole as he ventured deeper.

The dungeon's reputation preceded it, known for its labyrinthine corridors and the dangers that lurked within. Spike moved with purpose, his training and instincts guiding him through the dimly lit passages. The silence of the dungeon was oppressive, a stark contrast to the chaos of the guild and the bustling city he had left behind.

As he descended to the third floor, the quiet was suddenly broken by the sound of rapid footsteps echoing through the stone halls. The erratic pattern of the steps, accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing, sent a rush of adrenaline through Spike's veins. His grip on his rifle tightened, the silencer affixed to the barrel a small comfort in the growing tension.

The footsteps grew louder, more frantic, as if whatever—or whoever—was approaching was in a desperate rush. Spike steadied himself, preparing for a confrontation, when suddenly, BAM! A force collided with him, knocking the wind out of his lungs and sending him stumbling backward.

Regaining his balance, Spike looked down to find the unconscious figure of a young woman with pink hair sprawled at his feet, she was barely dressed, with the only pieces of clothing being her bra and panties, however, with a quick glance, Spike could tell that they had been torn, and not by running, but as if someone tried to grab them and tear the off.

He knew who she was, it was Francesca, her long pink hair, and her massive chest gave her away.

The urgency of her flight suggested she was running from something, or someone, within the dungeon.

Quickly, Spike knelt beside her, checking for injuries and ensuring she was still breathing. She was alive but unconscious, likely from exhaustion or perhaps an encounter with one of the dungeon's many hazards. Spike knew he couldn't leave her here, vulnerable and alone.

With a gentle but firm grip, he lifted her into his arms, mindful of her condition. The mission to find the kidnapped students remained his priority, but now he had an immediate responsibility to ensure this woman's safety.

Spike moved swiftly, yet carefully, deeper into the dungeon, the unconscious figure of the pink-haired woman in his arms serving as a silent reminder of the urgency of his mission. After finding a relatively safe alcove shielded by an overhang of rock, he gently laid her down on a sleeping bag he had quickly unrolled. Assessing her condition, he cleaned and dressed the few wounds she had, which appeared to be minor scrapes and bruises, likely from her frantic escape.

Spike also used his cheat console to search for other, more, sadder injuries.

“It seems that there was only an attempt to rape her, however, whoever was going to do it was aiming for her anus, not her vagina…” he thought

As she began to stir, Spike prepared a small ration of water and food, hoping to offer some comfort after what he assumed had been a harrowing experience. The woman's eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear briefly crossing her face before she focused on Spike.

"Hey, you're safe now," Spike reassured her gently, offering a small smile. "My name's Spike. I found you unconscious back there. How are you feeling?"

The woman took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze lingering on Spike as if assessing whether she was truly out of danger. "I... I'm Francesca," she finally replied, her voice hoarse. Accepting the hoodie and pants Spike offered, she quickly changed into them, grateful for the modesty they provided.

Francesca took a deep breath before recounting her story. "Thank you, Spike. I was with the others from Canterlot State University when we were ambushed. They used sleep gas... I woke up in a cell deeper in this dungeon. I managed to escape, but the others..." Her voice trailed off, a pained expression crossing her face.

In a grim, dimly lit cell deep within Nazareth Dungeon, Francesca Saccone found herself awakening to a scene of despair. The air was thick with fear, and the sounds of distant cries of pain and begging for it to end, while the sound of bed frames moving echoed off the stone walls, creating a chilling atmosphere. She was not alone; other girls from the bus, their faces marked by fear and confusion, shared the cramped space with her. The reality of their situation was beginning to dawn on them all, a realization that brought with it an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

Suddenly, the heavy door to their cell creaked open, and a man stepped into the light. His presence immediately silenced the room, drawing all eyes to him. With a cold, calculating gaze, he scanned the faces before him, eventually settling on Francesca. He spoke with a chilling calmness, his words slicing through the thick air.

“Not to worry my darlings, you will all, be out of here soon, you will be sold as sex slaves to rich and influential men and women looking for a new fuck toy or toys, and Francesca here, well she is going to be out proud jewel, isn’t that right, Ms. Cow-titted beast tamer!” he said

The situation took a turn for the worse as the man's demeanor shifted from cold detachment to malevolence. He seized Francesca, pulling her from the cell amid the gasps and cries of the other captives. Francesca's heart raced, panic setting in as she was dragged away from the others and towards an unknown fate.

“You’ll be sold, not before I have my fun!” he said as he pushed her into an empty room, ripping her dress off and pushing her onto the bed, his dick mere millimeters away from her anus.

“If I were to take your real virginity, you’ll be cheaper, so, this’ll have to do… don’t worry, I know you’ll like it,” he said as he got closer.

However, something inside of her changed, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, she swung her leg upwards hitting her would be rapist in the groin, with such strength, he started to bleed off his mouth, before falling to the ground.

Francesca got up, in a brief moment of compassion, she checked on her attacker, but she was unable to find a pulse, meaning that she had killed… she had killed another human being, for the first time.

But she didn’t have time to stop and cry; Using her wind magic, Francesca propelled herself out of a window and into the night. The cool air rushed past her as she soared away from the dungeon, the weight of her harrowing experience a heavy burden on her shoulders. She flew as far as her strength would allow before fatigue set in, forcing her to land and continue on foot.

Her flight from the dungeon was a blur, a frantic dash for freedom that ended abruptly when she collided with an unseen obstacle. The impact sent her tumbling to the ground, consciousness slipping away as darkness claimed her once more.

Spike listened intently, his heart sinking as Francesca detailed the grim fate that awaited her fellow students. "They're planning to sell them as slaves," she revealed, the horror of the situation evident in her tone. "I overheard them talking about buyers coming to the dungeon soon. We don't have much time."

The weight of Francesca's words hung heavily in the air, galvanizing Spike into action. "We need to move fast then," he said, determination steeling his features. "Do you remember where they're holding the others?"

Francesca nodded, a flicker of hope igniting in her eyes at Spike's resolve. "Yes, I can show you. But we have to be careful. They're heavily armed, and there are traps all over the place."

Spike packed up their small camp with swift efficiency, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. "We'll rescue them," he promised, helping Francesca to her feet. "No one's going to be sold into slavery on my watch."

Together, they set off deeper into the dungeon, Francesca leading the way. Spike's rifle was at the ready, silencer affixed, his senses alert to any sign of danger. The knowledge of the kidnapped students' plight added urgency to their steps, each one taking them closer to a confrontation with the abductors.

Moments later, Spike and Francesca arrived at the same floor, the 3rd floor, as the fortress.

“Ok… do you know how many armed men are inside it?” he asked

“No… all I know is that I killed one of them… but, if I have to guess, around 20,” Francesca said

“Well, that’s gonna complicated things,” said Spike

Just then, they heard the front door of the Fortress fly open, and a woman in her mid 30s came flying out, followed by one of the kidnappers

“YOU FILTHY BITCH! YOU’RE OF NO USE TO US!” he said as he punched her straight in the face

“It’s… it’s not my fault I’m married… with children,” she said sobbing

“Yeah, well, now you’re gonna die!” the man said as he pulled out his gun

“SAVE HER PLEASE!” Francesca pleaded to Spike

Spike then readied his rifle and took aim, however, he started to hyperventilate, the thought of killing another human being conflicting within him.

However, he then heard the gun cocking, and the man aiming the gun at the woman, Spike then breathed in… and out.

BANG!

A loud thud was heard and when Francesca looked over the edge, she saw the woman running away from the body of the dead kidnapper, a puddle of blood starting to expand around his body.

She then looked at Spike, his eyes glued to the body of the kidnapper, not even flinching, his body tensed to such a degree, he looked like a statue.

“He’s dead!” she said as she tapped Spike on the shoulder, only for him to brush her off and say

“I know…” BANG… BANG… “But those 2 weren't,” Spike said.

Francesca looked over the edge and saw 2 more dead kidnappers, one of them was rushing to the alarm system, the other chasing after the woman, who was now mere feet away from Spike and Francesca

“FRANCESCA!” the woman cried

“MS. THOMASSON!” Francesca said as they hugged

“Thank you for saving her!” Francesca said to Spike

“Yes, thank you for saving my life,” Ms. Thomasson said

“It’s my mission… How many more are inside the building?” asked Spike

“10 more… although 4 of them are having their “fun” with some of the girls!” Ms. Thomasson said

“You 2 stay outside, but, I want you both to do something for me…” Spike said

Once he gave them the instructions he got up and headed to the fortress.

Spike crept towards the fortress, making sure to pass by all the downed enemies and shooting them again, to make sure they were down, while at the same time, disarming them and looting them to find any information about who is responsible.

When Spike reached the steps at the front of the fortress, he could hear moans and pleading screams, this angered him even more making him want to run in guns blazing, but he knew that if he did that the girls' lives would be in even more danger.

Spike decided to be careful and take it slow, from what he had gathered, this men weren’t going to kill the girls, but sell them as sex slaves, however, it confused him why they were raping them, for him, it was common sense to sell them as virgins, since it would make them more valuable.

It just didn’t make sense at all.

As he was thinking that he heard a voice say

“Man I can’t wait for my turn, some of those girls have some amazing bazongas! Especially that pink haired girl, I wonder what cup she is… F-cup?... nah, to small definitely G-cup, and with her skinny, hour glass frame, you can tell where all the fat and nutrients go… man, I’m gonna have fun tonight…ACK!” the guard said as Spike shot him straight through the head, making him fall over the edge of the railing, landing in front of him with a thud, but because of the moans and screams, no one heard him.

Spike walked up to the dead guard and looted him, taking his phone and ID, however, before he could unlock the phone, he heard a door open and slam shut.

He quickly rushed over to where the sound came and saw a stairway heading downwards, he slowly made his way down the stairs, in time to see a guard pass by pulling a young, naked girl with him.

The girl was sobbing, and a small river of blood could be seen trickling down her legs.

“Man, your tight pussy was a real treat, I’m sure whoever buys you will be more than happy with you, even if you’re used,” the man said while laughing.

Spike crept behind them, slowly and quietly, as he followed the 2 deeper into the floor.

Soon, they arrived at the holding cells, where Spike noticed all of the kidnapped girls from the bus, minus the ones that were being “used” by the kidnappers.

However, there was one more thing that caught his attention, of all the 10 cells… only 1 was being used to hold the girls. Something was up.

Spike was wondering all this, when he noticed that the girl saw him, he quickly raised his finger to his mouth, telling her to stay quiet and to step away.

As soon as the guard finished opening the cell, the girl kicked him and stepped away.

“WHY YOU LITTLE…” the guard said before Spike shot him dead.

At that same moment, the girl fell to her knees and started to cry, then the other girls came out to hug her and comfort her, however, when they noticed Spike, they all froze.

Whoever, one of the girls just said “Thank you, for saving us,”

“I’m not done yet… where are the others?” asked Spike

“They take us to the barracks and raped us,” said the girls that was crying.

“Yeah… how many here have been raped already?” he asked

Only the crying girl raised her hand

“Any of you who are no longer virgins?” asked Spike

And then, quite a few raised their hands.

“What about Ms. Thomsson? She was taken away, but when they found out that she wasn’t a virgin they took her outside,” said the crying girl

“I saved her, she is with Francesca,” Spike said

“Fluttershy? She got out?” another girl asked

“Yes, ran into me and passed out, then she brought me here,” said Spike

“We’re missing 4 more girls, they should still be in the barracks,” said another girl

“I can hear them,” said Spike, referring to the sobbing. “But what about the leader of all this?” asked Spike

“There’s an office near the barracks, he might be in there,” said another girl

“Ok, here, these are the keys for the cell, I’ll bring the other girls first, then, I’ll go for the boss,” said Spike as he told the girls to get back inside, handing the girl with the highest level the guard’s rifle.

With that, Spike headed for the barracks, making sure not to give his position away.

When he entered the barracks, Spike noticed that it resembled a big house, with a massive living room and kitchen on the bottom floor, and the bedrooms up stairs.

He quietly made his way upstairs.

He was just about to reach the last step, when the door right to his left swung open, revealing another kidnapper leaving the bathroom with a proud smile.

“Well, my darling, time for round tw…” was the last thing he said as Spike fired one shot, hitting him straight in the neck.

The kidnapper fell to the ground, holding his neck as blood started to flow out of the wound and his mouth.

He then noticed Spike standing a few feet away, and with the last of his strength the man raised his hand and gave Spike the middle finger as he died.

“Fuck you too mate,” Spike said as he opened the door to his right which revealed a girl, probably in her early to mid 20s, crying on the floor.

When she looked up and saw Spike, she almost started to scream, but he immediately showed her that he was there to save her.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Spike asked

The girl sobbed but shook her head.

“Ok, you know how to get to the cells from here?” he asked

The girl nodded

“Ok, grab some of the blankets, cover your body and head over there quietly, the other girls are waiting for you,” he said

She immediately did as she was told, while Spike kept watch by the door.

The second she was ready, she walked over to Spike, hugged him and whispered “Thank you… so much,”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said as he motioned her to leave, which she immediately did.

With that, Spike set his sights on the other three motherfuckers.

The barracks were massive, there were at least 20 rooms if not more, but most of them were unoccupied.

That’s when Spike heard another door opening, just down the hall.

He quickly jumped inside one of the rooms, he then noticed some clothes on the floor, next to a dead kidnapper “This must be Francesca’s fight or flight response,” he said as he hid next to the door frame.

He could hear 2 sets of footsteps coming, one heavier than the other.

“You should be honored, you know how many woman would love to be fucked by me, and yet I gave you the honor of being one of my sex toys.” the man said just before Spike grabbed him shoved him against the wall and stabbed him through the neck, Spike’s eyes staring into the man’s eyes with such hate and anger that all the kidnapper could do while dying was do his best to scream and fear, something he was unable to do as Spike twisted the knife, killing him faster.

As the man fell to the floor, dead, Spike turned to look at the girl.

“Are you physically hurt?” he asked the girl, who was not older than 19.

“Not much… he was rough… but… it's mostly emotional pain and disgust,” she said as she teared up

Spike wanted to comfort her, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea at the moment.

Spike gave her a quick hug and handed her some blankets “get to the cells, the other are there already,” he said

“Thank you,” she said as she ran off

“2 down… 2 to go,” Spike said as he looted the one he just killed

With that Spike continued to walk down the hall, following the sound of bouncing springs.

BUt as soon as he reached the last 2 rooms, he found them both locked.

Spike knew that he had to act fast, since now his cover would be blown.

Hoping for the best, Spike quicked the door to his left down.

The guard jumped in surprise, but all he was able to do was pull out of the girl he was raping before Spike left his body like swiss cheese.

When the guard fell, the girl said “You killed him… you should kill all of them,”

“That’s the plan,” Spike said as the girl grabbed her clothes and ran out towards the cells.

Spike then turned to the last remaining door.

He could hear voices coming from the inside

“You say a word, and you’re toast, ya get it!” the man said followed by a female whimper

Spike then kicked the door down, sending the kidnapper flying, shooting him dead before he could even get up.

“Thank you!” the girls said as she grabbed her clothes and ran out.

“Now for the leader” Spike said as he walked towards the office

Spike advanced through the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon, his senses alert to every sound. The closer he got to the heart of this nefarious operation, the heavier the air seemed, charged with a palpable sense of dread and malice. Upon reaching the office of the kidnappers' leader, he paused, listening to the muffled voice talking over the phone

“Yeah, I’ve got the fucking merchandise… I don’t fucking care, the rich kid is down here… yeah, I think he is using one of them right now… hey, if he said it was fine, then it is fine… fine, bye.”

As soon as the call ended, Spike didn't hesitate. He kicked the door open and entered, immediately targeting the man who had orchestrated the terror inflicted on countless innocents. The shot he fired struck true, hitting the leader in the shoulder and sending him staggering back with a cry of pain.

The man crashed to the ground, clutching his wounded shoulder, his face contorted in agony. Spike advanced, his rifle still aimed at the writhing figure on the floor. "Start talking," he demanded, his voice icy with resolve. "Where are the girls? Who's behind this?"

The leader, through gritted teeth, laughed bitterly, a sound devoid of any real humor. "You think you've won? You've just signed your death warrant. The ones above me... they don't forgive, and they don't forget."

Spike's expression hardened. "I'm not interested in their forgiveness. I want answers. Now."

But the man shook his head, a twisted smirk on his lips despite the pain. "Death is better than betraying them. You have no idea what you're messing with. They will hunt you down. You and everyone you care about."

Spike's grip on his rifle tightened, frustration and anger boiling within him. It was clear this man wouldn't divulge anything useful willingly. Yet, the mention of "the ones above" confirmed Spike's fears—this operation was just a cog in a much larger, more sinister machine.

"Then I'll just have to find the answers myself," Spike said coldly, stepping back and ready to leave the man to his fate. He knew time was running out, and every moment wasted here was a moment the kidnapped students remained in peril.

As he turned to leave, the man's voice followed him, a venomous whisper filled with pain and malice. "You're a dead man walking, hero. They'll come for you. They'll come for all of you."

Spike then turned back and grabbed the leader by his collar.

“What are you doing?” said the leader

“Sending a fucking message,” said Spike as he dragged the boss out of his office.

“Where are you taking me?” asked the boss

“Move,” Spike said as they passed by the cells

The girls looked up and saw Spike holding the leader at gunpoint

“Head to the barracks… wait for me there… and no matter what you hear, do not look out the windows,” Spike said coldly.

“Understood,” the girl holding the rifle said as they all rushed out.

“What, you think you’re some sort of super hero, that those girls will love you, they’ve been marked, they’re no longer pure, no one would love them, but sure as hell pay a good price for them,” the leader said

“Move” said Spike as he smacked the leader with the bud of his rifle

Spike lead the leader all the way outside, and was met by Ms. Thomsson and Francesca

“Are they safe?” asked Ms. Thomsson

“Yes, they’re in the barracks,” said Spike

“Thank you,” they both said as they rushed in, heading for the barracks

“Now what hero?” the boss mocked

“Strip,” said Spike

“What? You gonna rape me you faggot as bitch,” said the leader

Spike then shot him in the leg “I won’t repeat myself,” Spike said as the leader fell to the floor holding his leg.

“Ok, ok!” he said as he started to take his clothes off.

Once he was done, Spike made him walk towards the middle of the courtyard, where there was a massive statue.

Spike then walked over and noticed that Francesca and Ms. Thomsson had done their part and prepared the ropes.

“So, now what, you gonna sodomise me for everyone to see?” asked the leader

“Not me… but this,” Spike said as he grabbed a long metal rod and shoved it into the leader's ass.

The leader screamed out in pain

“FUCK YOU!” he said through the pain

“No thanks, I prefer tits, rather than dicks… Especially one so small,” Spike mocked as he tied the rope around the boss.

“Y-you can’t do this, I am a human, I have rights!” the boss yelled out

“Really, what about the girls you and your men were raping, dont they have human rights as well?” asked Spike

“Fuck you, and them, only God has the right to judge me,” the leader said definitely

“You’re right, let’s hurry your meeting up a little, shall we,” Spike said as he hoisted the leader up into the statue.

“Hey.. HEY!... at least… at least let me say a prayer first!” the leader said

Spike looked at him and said

“You can pray through the flames” as he threw a molotov cocktail at the leader, and in a matter of seconds the man became a living fireball, his screams of pain, suffering and fear ringing all over the dungeon.

After a few more seconds, he stopped squirming and yelling, signaling he was dead.

Spike then walked towards the entrance of the fortress, but only made it a couple of feet before he fell to his knees, and began to tremble and cry.

Then he felt someone hugging him tightly, holding him to calm down.

“It’s alright… everything is ok…” Francesca said as she held Spike as he cried.

10 MINUTES LATER

Spike finally calmed down and headed back to the barracks, once there, Ms. Thomsson had just finished arranging all of the belongings of the dead guards.

Spike walked over and read them

“Peter Martz, 28, career criminal… Logan Duzek, 45… registered sex offender and criminal… Mike Dunne, 30, sex offender… Alex Mathews, 35, former military, dishonorable discharge… De’Andre Jackell, 27 former military, dishonorable discharge… Chris Watts, 40 former military, dishonorable discharge… Ramon Alvarado, 39, known gang member and human trafficker… Mitch Burgess, 35, former military, dishonorable discharge… Zachary Van Larssen, 23, university student, heir to the Van Larssen state and Omega Corp… and Lucios Johnson, 48, former military, dishonorable discharge… I can see a pattern,” said Spike

“Yes, indeed, I have already contacted authorities, they will be here in minutes,” Ms. Thomsson said.

With that Spike turned to look at the girls.

“How are you holding up?” he asked them

“We’re fine… I’m concerned for the 5 girls that were raped though,” the girl Spike gave the rifle to said

Spike looked over at them, using his cheat console.

They were severely traumatized, and Spike worried that they would try to take their lives… it was here when Spike noticed a small function in the screen

“Traits menu”

Spike clicked it and was able to see the girls' traits, scrolling down, he then saw the traits he feared “Has had oral sex” “Has had vaginal sex” “has had anal sex” the five girls all had this traits.

Spike looked at them sadly, wondering what he could do.

When he couldn’t think of something, he was going to scroll up, and accidentally touched one of those traits, and a message appeared “Would you like to remove this trait” Spike clicked “yes” and did the same thing over and over again for the girls.

When he refreshed this same menu, he saw the traits gone or replaced with “sexually virgin” trait

He then walked up and gave the girls some “phoenix tears” however, he told them it was something else.

Once the girls drank the liquid, they felt different

Spike then said

“I’m sorry that I am unable to remove those horrible memories from your mind… but just know, that if you ever fall in love again, and I pray to God you do… your bodies will be completely pure,” he said

The girls didn’t understand it at first, however, one of the other girls who was a nurse in training, went over and started a cavity check on the girls, once she was done she said

“Your hymens… their intact,” all the girls then turned to look at Spike, who had removed his skull mask.

“I can heal your bodies, but not your minds, that’s all up to you,” he said.

In a matter of seconds, the five girls rushed over and hugged him, crying and thanking him, over and over again.

As the chaos of the rescue operation began to settle and the last of the ambulances started their journey to the hospital, Spike found himself standing amidst the aftermath, trying to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded. The gratitude from Captain Flash Sentry, a well-respected member of the royal guard, was a bittersweet reminder of the reality they had all been thrust into.

"It was the only thing I could do," Spike reiterated, his voice carrying a weight of resolve mixed with a tinge of weariness. He understood the magnitude of what had been accomplished, yet the journey felt far from over.

Captain Flash Sentry nodded, his expression one of sincere appreciation. "Your bravery today saved many lives. Remember, if you're ever in need of support, the royal guard is at your disposal. Captain Flash Simmons, or Flash Sentry—don't hesitate to reach out." With a respectful nod, the captain turned and rejoined his team, leaving Spike to his thoughts.

Before he could fully grasp the moment's solitude, a gentle but unexpected embrace caught him off guard. Francesca's arms wrapped around him from behind, her gratitude palpable in her embrace. "Thank you, Spike, for saving us," she whispered, her voice laced with emotion.

Spike turned to face her, a soft smile gracing his features. "It was nothing. But seriously, you should get checked up," he insisted, his concern for her well-being overriding the moment's fleeting warmth.

Francesca nodded, understanding his concern. "I will," she promised, before a playful glint appeared in her eyes. She pinged her phone with his, a digital exchange in an age where such gestures held more weight than ever. "Fluttershy?" Spike queried, surprised, looking down at the new contact on his phone.

"That's what my friends call me," Francesca—Fluttershy—admitted, a shy smile spreading across her face. "Hope to see you again... if you want," she added, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped back, boarding the ambulance.

Spike watched the vehicle pull away, a mix of emotions swirling within him. The name 'Fluttershy' echoed in his mind, a moniker that hinted at a depth and resilience belied by its gentle sound. The encounter, though brief, had left an indelible mark on him. He had stepped into the fray as a lone wolf, driven by a relentless pursuit of justice, but emerged with a newfound connection that promised the beginning of something more.

As the ambulance disappeared into the distance, Spike turned back to the scene before him, the weight of the day's events settling heavily on his shoulders. Yet, amidst the exhaustion and turmoil, a spark of hope flickered. The ordeal had brought them together, strangers bound by a shared experience, and now, the possibility of a future friendship—or perhaps something more—loomed on the horizon.

With a deep breath, Spike prepared to leave the dungeon behind, the memory of Fluttershy's gratitude and the promise of a new beginning fueling his steps.