Corruption of Souls

Ch. 10

I was laughing at a joke Michael made about how Mass Effect’s endings were so bland and copy-paste, and how EA just rushed the fuck out of it. We were at Starbucks drinking lattes, he had mocha, I had Carmel, and were playing Rust on our PCs. It was a good old time with the guys. Even Vonde was here, and we shared awkward glances over our cups at each other. I bit my lip at the way she ran her finger along with a biscotti suggestively, and I knew we were going to her place after this.

“So this is what a Human looks like.” Came a deeper, huskier voice from Vonde’s lips, which made me blink. That blink changed Vonde from the ebony-skinned, blue-eyed, dark-haired young woman into a towering dark blue alicorn mare who looked like a recolored copy of Celestia in a black dress with silver filigree. The chair Vonde had been sitting in replaced by an obsidian throne as she held up the biscotti Vonde had been suggestively teasing me with. She took a bite and hummed. “Interesting.”

“What? Who? Where’s Vonde?” I asked in a slight panic, looking around.

“Perhaps long dead and gone. This is merely a dream, pieced together from memories.” The mare stated, looking around the time-stopped coffee establishment curiously. “If this place was not filled with Humans, I would have thought this a simple Haybucks in Manehattan.” She then took Vonde’s...not-Vonde’s? She took the abandoned cup of coffee and sipped, only to wrinkle her expression. “Just as terrible too.”

“She liked it black. Though yeah I like my homemade stuff better.” I sighed as my body changed from my old, lanky, pasty, boring male Human form, and into my shorter, much more exotic vixen form. “Who are you?” I asked with melancholy. She interrupted a fantasy of what was...or, what could've been. Vonde and I never got serious, but she was sending me signals…

“Apologies. I am Celestia’s twin sister; Princess Luna. I bear the Dark Soul. Or, at least the majority of it, considering Undead still exist.” Luna stated as she casually reached over to me, snagging my coffee and tasting it, before chugging it in a few gulps.

“I can see that,” I said with a smile. “I’m Undead myself but have a far different soul,” I replied as I looked over her body a bit. She was every bit as delicious as Celestia, perhaps a bit more muscular though if her arms having more definition meant anything.

“Yes. You have sparked my interest. You have nearly no connection to my Soul. Rather, your Curse seems quite unique. New.” Luna snatched a brownie from a nearby table and nommed on it with a pleased hum, grabbing the rest of the plate.

“I know. I’ve played several of the games, even Bloodborne.” I idly commented as the images of adventures I had in the games came to mind.

“Quite interesting.” I blinked, realizing a window of scattered scenes from the games played over the street-facing window of the Starbucks. The battles in Lordran, Drangleic, Lothric, and finally Yharnam, the city of blood, of lies, of Madness. “It would seem that, even if indirectly, your experiences have prepared you for your role,” Luna stated, finishing the brownies and grabbing a nearby plate of cookies. “That last one, however, is quite unsettling.”

“You like sweets?” I questioned, trying not to think too much about Lovecraft when I’m in the dream realm. Besides, she’d been snacking the whole time.

“As much as my sister does. But unlike her, I keep myself fit. Also unlike her, I can cheat in the dream realm all I want.” Luna cheekily stated, nomming on one of those oversized cookies with an absolutely adorable expression as crumbs and chocolate stuck to her lips and her eyes closed. “Mm~. Now then, about that last series of images?” I sighed at Luna’s insistence at staying on subject.

“Yeah, Yharnam, from Bloodborne. It was a dark game. I got all three endings.” I sighed. “My favorite ending was the one where you became a New God. I actually did that one on accident for my first run.” Those images played over the window, and Luna hummed as she looked curiously at me. “I don’t think that’ll happen here though. It seems to be purely Dark Souls here, besides CoC-.” At my words, Luna blushed, her wings pomfed out so hard they destroyed every chair and table and vanished all the frozen people in the place from the gust of wind they made.

“O-oh my! Th-that is quite depraved and...naughty.” Luna stated as she bit her lip.

“Hm?” I asked as she rubbed her thighs together. “Wait...are you reading my mind?!” Oh no! She knows all my CoC runs! All the kinky, twisted, disgusting things I’ve fapped to! Luna grunted, looked at me hungrily, and then we were suddenly in a lavish dark royal room. “W-what’re you-?!” She hefted me out of the chair, which vanished, and tossed me onto the bed before tearing her dress in half, revealing she was ripped like an amazon warrior!

“You. Disgusting. Pathetic. Absolutely wretched pervert!” She stormed to the bed, and I crawled back fearfully as she crawled over me, like a predator about to pounce. “You’re my kind of twisted kinky pervert!” Luna declared, reaching towards me, only for a loud buzzing noise to stop her. “Oh, no fair!”

“Huh?” I asked in confusion with my metaphorical heart still pounding in my massive fluffy ears. Luna then suddenly placed a kiss on my collar, turning it black with sword-crossed crescent moons instead of the Way of White Corona.

“When we meet in the real world, I will ravish you, fill you, and be filled by you. Be prepared to take my godly seed and bare my pups, you delicious deviant.” She said with authority before I woke up.

“Huh?!” I yelped, scaring my pups as I found my collar changed like in the dream, and handprints were on my fur before they vanished. I was just nearly literally mind-fuck raped in my sleep from halfway across the country. Holy fuck is that hot! “I should avoid Canterlot as much as possible now,” I said, not wanting to get pregnant again so soon. Or worse, turned into her sex slave. I don’t think even Celestia would intervene with her sister, even if it meant I would be Luna’s baby factory for all eternity...oh GOD that sounds so HOT though...

“Wakey, wakey~! Time for a new day. Cocoa will see to pups.” Cocoa declared as she entered, and quickly began nuzzling the whining darlings, who quickly warmed up to her attention.

“Yes, Thank you. I need to get to work fast.” I said before I kissed Cocoa on the brow and patted her head, which made her tail wag like lightning before I left the house in the nude. “Grab armor, sword, convince Svartr to stop fucking Harmonia and holy shit they’re still at it? Anyway, find cave, destroy factory, then find a map to the Fortress or castle of demons and kill the bastards.” Sooner this is done, the sooner I can retire to being my Mistress’s plaything...wait. “Oh no~!”

I tried to yank off the collar, but it shrunk and clamped onto my neck, just barely avoiding choking me. The more I tried to pull it off, the more I felt like getting on my hands and knees, and just letting my Mistress play with me. I wanted to be patted on the head and told I was such a good girl. “Why won’t this wonderful collar get off!” I whined as I was urged to finish my quest as fast as possible if only to be able to please my Mistress. “No~...I’m a Slave…”

I sniffled and stopped trying to pull off the collar, crying a little as I moved towards my house, entering to find Daring still fast asleep, splayed out on the bed and snoring like a boat engine. I feebly put on a fresh pair of trouser pants and a shirt, grabbed my sword, and went out to confront Svartr still fucking Harmonia. They’d been at it so long she looked full-term with triplets from her ghost goo. “Svartr. We have work to do.”

“Y-yes love! Just one last...unf!” Harmonia swelled slightly bigger, and the symbiotic ghost armor detached from her like liquid, slithered to me like a symbiote without a host, and then formed over me just as easily. “Ah~! Thank you dearly Harmonia. Now I can adventure with my beloved Willow without being overwhelmed with the desire to breed her.” Svartr said with my own voice rather than Harmonia’s once she was on me, and the doe groaned tiredly before rolling into her trunk.

“Swell. Let’s get a move on, I have a possible target, and the sooner this quest is done, the sooner I can kneel at my Mistress’s hooves and eat her out on her throne.” I strode towards the cave mouth but was held fast by Svartr.

“Oh no. No Goddess is going to Enslave MY lover! I may just be a Godkin, but I am not going to stand for my beloved to be some self-important god’s plaything! I invoke the Pact!” At Svartr’s words, the world seemed to still, blue phantoms rose from around us and raised weapons to our neck. “Justiciars of the Moon. Is your Mistress in her right to enslave my love?”

“What the Night wishes, she obtains. If the woman wishes not to be our lady’s slave, then she will not be.” They declared, sheathed their weapons, and vanished, leaving me freaked out and Svartr saddened.

“Do you wish to be her slave Willow?” Svartr asked with sadness in our voice.

“No...not...no. I would like to have a choice.” I whined as we walked. “She kinda shoved this onto me.” But it is really, really hot that she just suddenly decided she liked me for my kinks. That’s one relationship opener there. Shared fetishes tends to breed a long-lasting and healthy sexual relationship at the least. “But I wouldn’t mind it in the bedroom. Outside it though, I’d want my own life.”

“Fair enough Willow, I too enjoy being Dominated at times. Now, let us go forth, conquer, and slaughter in the name of the Light!” Svartr held up our puny sword, and then looked at it. “Are you serious? This tiny thing isn’t enough to pick the teeth of a Taurus Demon!”

“I’ll have ye know, it is of fine quality!” Andre declared defensively, and Svartr rolled our eyes.

“There is no question of that master smith. But if we are to fight demons, we need a weapon that can cleave them in twain.” Svartr huffed. “Oh well. I’ve slain demons with a boot knife in a tight situation. I’m sure I can manage.”

“I can barely lift a hundred pounds…” I meekly admitted, and Svartr paused, then stormed us over to the Lordvessel. “What now?”

“Dump ALL of your Souls into Strength. Now!” Svartr demanded. “I refuse to let you fight until you can swing an axe without having to waste precious seconds recovering!”

“Okay!” I yelped as I sat at the blue bonfire, attuned to it, and began dumping all of my admittedly impressive available soul energy, valued at 73,497, into Strength, going all the way up to 40. After calculating, I had just barely enough and it cost me, 69,162 souls! That left me with 4335 souls, but I needed 6,273 to level up again, meanwhile, I had ten levels on everything else. Damn, I hate being Deprived.

Confirming the expenditure, I was suddenly snapped out of my magic menu and gasped as I burst out of Svartr and my clothes, growing in every direction. I groaned as I felt my muscles bulge, my bones creaking as they grew to match my physique, and I panted as I felt like I was burning up. After it was over, I was now a busty I-cup and trickling milk from arousal, but I barely noticed the weight of them. “Holy shit…” I stood, examining myself. I looked like a more athletic participant in the Miss Universe contest. I was ripped now! I think I also got taller for some reason. “Is it normal for Undead to get taller when they boost their Strength?”

“Yes, dear. Undead may be able to pack impossible Strength into a small package, but as you grow stronger, your body will have to reflect it.” The Handmaiden stated as I examined myself with my roaming hands. Hot damn. My bubbled ass was so tight, I think I can crack walnuts with it. My six-pack was as hard as a washboard. My thighs thicc, but so hard under the thin layer of sexy fat that I bet I could smash a watermelon between my thighs. Thankfully my arms weren’t oversized and gross like some bodybuilders go too far to do, but I could still seriously flex. All that said I was just shy of being bricc instead of thicc, I wasn’t that muscular.

All said, I’ve gone from a short stack 4-foot 9-inch runt to a slightly taller 5-foot 4-inch athlete. “This is nice!” I chuckled, but then bit my lip. I still had 4335 souls...I sat back down, attuned as Svartr groaned and brought herself back together, and looked at the body customization screen. Remembering something Daring said, I licked my lips, and paid the souls for the option. It didn’t exactly do anything visible to me, but that was the point. “Can’t wait to show her!”

I stood back up and Svartr latched back onto me. “Damn, forgot that Undead change from their attributes,” Svartr said with my voice as she ran our hands over our amazing bod. “Yes~. This is the power! Let us go and smite the demons! I’ll use a log as a hammer if I must!” Svartr declared as she formed her proper armor body over me, giving my tight ass and my huge I-cup tits an affectionate squeeze.

Walking out of the cave, we found a table covered in the set of what looked like Elite Knight Armor, I’m guessing from Twilight. “Extra armor?” I questioned curiously.

“Hmph! I’m insulted you think I would not be adequate protection! However, my new malleable form is perhaps less rigid than I would like.” Svartr grumbled, before latching onto the armor with tendrils and I yelped as she yanked it on me, pulling it tight, forcibly squeezing it into shape if it didn’t fit. Svartr even scoffed and put on the blue surcoat, but tore out a window for my cleavage. “Considering this new strange bosom-based storage magic, covering it up is foolish.”

“Oh my gosh…” I felt badass with Svartr on, but now I feel even more awesome! She has made the already well-made suit of armor fit me like a glove. I can feel that with Svartr taking the place of the underlayer of padding, I’d be better off with using her as my gambeson than using her as straight-up armor. “Now not only am I hot.” Svartr pulled the helmet on my head, closing the visor which limited my vision somewhat, but not too much. “I’m cool!” I raised my sword.

“Put the toy away, we’re grabbing a log on the way,” Svartr stated and I whined as she shoved the sword into my tits and it vanished. We then headed north, casually ripping a huge freshly fallen log out of the mud on the way to the suspected cave system.

Remembering the map, I followed the creek near the cave to the main river, then crossed the river by simply walking along the bottom due to our combined weight. I don’t need to breathe, and obviously as a ghost/armor/symbiote, neither does Svartr. Wait, then WHY does falling into water in the Dark Souls games count as instant death?! Lazy developers…

My angst aside, we crossed the river easily, and then I followed the riverbank until I smelled the pungent and signature musk of cum. “Yeah. Definitely around here somewhere.” I followed the river a bit more and waved my free hand in front of my snout at the awful rancid rank of stale sexual fluids that was running in a thin stream through the underbrush and into the river, quickly diluting into it. “They’re pretty smart. Using the thick brush to hide it from the sky.”

“But not smart enough.” Svartr purred, the dangerous lilt to my own voice sent a thrill down my spine, and I felt us practically saunter with our wide hips swaying in anticipation of the slaughter. “To battle. To blood. To glory.” Svartr was working us up, she was making our shared body pant with excitement and we began jogging through the brush. “Kill. Kill! KILL! KILL! KILL!”

We broke through the foliage, revealing the entrance to the cave. It was an unassuming thing, with several pipes leading down into it, all gushing various tainted sexual fluids. I wouldn’t be able to block them all in a reasonable time however, there were too many. The cave itself aside, there was a wooden platform standing below the canopy with a group of imps manning some sort of gun emplacement. I rushed them as they scrambled to open fire and slammed the log into the nearest support strut for the platform.

I laughed maniacally as my oversized club snapped the flimsy support like the twig it really was and backed away as the little red demons fell to the ground. “Pathetic curs!” Svartr snarled with glee as we quickly squashed the winged little runts with our large club before they could get up out of the Corrupted mud. They may be weak, but the souls told me they were fairly strong compared to the runts that ran when I captured Cocoa only to die from the beasts of the forest.

The pathetic excuses for guards dealt with, I neared the cave mouth, only to frown, look at my bloodstained club, and realize I wouldn’t have nearly enough room to use it indoors. “Damn, I suppose we’ll have to use the toothpick after all.” Svartr snarled as she raised the enormous club over my huge tits, and I watched with some amusement at the Corruptly lubed former tree slipping down my cleavage into my storage with ease, and then we pulled the sword back out.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re compensating for something Svartr~.” I lilted, feeling horny already. Just that little bit of Corrupt essence from the river and now from the mud was getting me hot. I hope the new expanding balls trait I took for Daring doesn’t kick in as easily as my expanding boobs trait.

“When you have to fight a beast four-stories tall, you tell me this puny little toy is enough,” Svartr growled, shaking the sword as we entered the cave proper. It wasn’t lit in here at all, likely to help it stay hidden. After following the hoses, mostly by keeping a hand on the pulsing things, we eventually left the dark and into a somewhat well-lit massive underground cavern. In the center, loudly chugging away, was the boxy building that just had the be the Factory. “That place is indeed a sizable fortress, but where are the outer walls? Towers?”

“Factories aren’t forts or castles Svartr. They’re more civilian than that.” I commented, following the lit stairway down into the cavern, keeping my eyes and ears out for demons even as my loins ached and I just wanted to fuck. “H-hey. Svartr? Can you, um, fuck me gently?”

“Pardon? Did I not just rail a goddess for nearly an entire day and night to avoid breeding you?” Svartr replied in bewilderment, and I weakly chuckled.

“Um, yes. But I’m getting worked up by this Corruption we’re surrounded by, and I could use a quickie. Just don’t cum inside my vagina.” At Svartr’s grunt of annoyance, I then squealed in joy as her dicks plowed into my pussy and ass. By Luna is this a partnership made in the heavens!