Corruption of Souls

Ch.109

We grunted when We dodged the flying corpse of a Baron coming from further up ahead, where Urta had taken up a defensive stance over… “Oh no.”

“My God.” Collateral muttered out as we all saw many dead Crusaders sprawled out in the surrounding area. In the middle of it all were possibly the last survivors, including Berserker himself. Urta stood guard over them as she growled at us, the naked turquoise vixen goddess of War was clearly in full combat mode.

Her heaving breasts were gone, instead her body was like that of an androgynous warrior cut from gleaming gemstone. Her membrane was so rock-hard gleaming solid that she seemed to be reflecting as much light as she generated and clearly considered anyone around her to be a threat.

“Now what? We can’t get near them if Urta doesn’t recognise us.” Pillar asked with a frustrated huff as the warrior goddess’s gem-like ears shifted to listen for any surprise attacks while she was distracted with us.

“We could try kissing her.” We suggested, feeling pained to see Urta as little more than a battle-maiden who had even forsaken her feminine form for combat efficiency.

“That’s if she’ll recognise you. Wait, what’s that in our brother’s left hand? A head?” Pillar asked and We leaned towards Pillar to get a better look at what he was seeing. We saw what that Hell Knight described before Visi rightfully stabbed it’s brain. It did appear to be a Baron of Hell, but why did it have four eyes instead of two?

“Was that the new demon he’d slain? If so, wow, no wonder he and his warriors were having a hard time. If more of that were made, we wouldn’t have lasted.” Collateral’s comments made us worry, but that was an if situation. It didn’t happen, so now we can prepare for more of those in the future.

“Can we just get back to how we’re going to calm Lady Urta down?” A Gunner Night Sentinel pointed out that we still have our wife to deal with. “Perhaps have Lord Hunter link with her mind and calm her down?” That’s not a bad idea.

Hunter had his head down, thinking this over from the look of it. “I can try.” He answered before attempting it. Unfortunately, Urta’s state of mind wasn’t forgiving on his own, since he grabbed his head in pain and keeled over, then he unleashed a wave of psychic energy by accident and knocked us off our feet and on our asses, leaving him unconscious.

“Crap. We need to calm her down somehow.” We said when We got back on our paws.

“Any other ideas?” Pillar asked and we shook our heads, but then a metaphorical light bulb lit up over our’s.

“Wait, those scientists fled in here right?” We asked rhetorically and everyone nodded. “Spread out and find them! We’ll sacrifice them to our wife to sate her bloodlust!” To think We need to offer our goddess wife a living sacrifice...worth it to get her back.

(<3)

“Rah!” Urta roared in mindless fury the moment the first of the traitors were tossed to her and she promptly wrenched the dumb fuck’s head from his shoulders with her bare hands, the blood evaporating on contact with her unbelievably hot crystalline body.

“Give her the next one.” We ordered and the simpering turncoats who had betrayed us and helped Hell gain a foothold in our dimension were summarily handed over to Urta for execution. The furious Goddess of War, Power and Fertility tore them to pieces like the vindictive Asura, God of Wrath. She screamed in blind fury just as much as him too. “Keep going.”

“This is probably for the best anyway. They’d be executed regardless.” Collateral muttered in a mixture of fear and a hint of arousal We picked up off of him. Most of the people witnessing Urta’s mindless slaughter were horrified, but a good number of them were aroused by her wrath on our shared enemy. The fact said arousal was mostly from our mates was encouraging.

Urta finished ripping a stallion apart and snatched the mare up next, who screamed in despair only long enough for Urta to bite through her throat. “Ugh.” We groaned at the sound of bone and flesh tearing. We all looked away as she ate the mare, thankful that she was the last of the traitors. Urta had already been fed, both literally and metaphorically, the whole lot of the traitors.

We then heard Urta stomping our way and We jumped away from her, ready to defend ourselves in case she had fully turned on us in her madness. However, while she still looked like an androgynous crystal golem of a fox, she no longer had her eyes consumed in the glowing light of her Argent, instead allowing her pupils and irises to be seen. They too were crystal, so beautiful if not for the dour leer they possessed.

“Sorry about that. I learned today that if I’m in immense danger with no easy way out and people needing me, I seem to enter a really dangerous berserker state.” Urta huffed and looked at her crystalline body, patting her flat, toned pectorals with a frown. “That better not be permanent. I need my tits back.” She huffed, then sighed in relief when her membrane softened and her glorious bust ballooned out from her otherwise slim chest. “Oh thank Wiatr, I couldn’t stand to be breastless.”

We felt a powerful surge of energy and happiness at her invoking us in regards to her body’s sexual allure. At least by her own standards, that is very important. “Eh! Love you~!” We squealed and shrunk down to hug and kiss our wife, who hummed into our lips and embraced us in return, her tail wagging quickly along with our own, even though We’re a Skaven right now and not any form of canine or vulpine.

“No way!” Collateral exclaimed as he hefted up something one of his Gunners presented to him. “This is a new form of BFG! It might be even better than what we have right now! Scour the place! We need to steal as much of the traitor’s work as possible before we blow this joint!”

“Good idea. We need some time to get Berserker and his surviving troops medevaced too.” Pillar reinforced the plan and We were too busy to comment on it, what with us smooching our wife and groping her booty while she ran her hands over our armor.

“I’ll have some people get on that while the Gunners and Ghosts ransack this place.” Runner said and he approached us, slapping both of our asses and making us jump. “Okay you two, are you okay with our decisions? You’re the locals here and even if we’re fighting alongside you, it’s your realm we’re defending.”

“Yeah, medevac everyone who needs it and take anything not nailed down.” Urta huffed indignantly as she rubbed her spanked booty with a pout at Runner.

“Are you doing okay?” We asked our wife worriedly, idly wondering when We’d retracted our helmet. We must’ve done it on instinct when We went to kiss her.

“Frustrated and angry, but calmer.” Urta snarled as she looked at the giblets that remained of the back-stabbing scientists she hadn’t eaten. “At least those treacherous fucks are dead and gone and Hell will finally be booted from our world, at least for a long time.”

“Indeed. Speaking of which, since we’re going to be doing cleanup as quick as possible, let’s get you two back home.” Pillar stated and We sighed in relief as We hugged Urta to our side, the glowing turquoise goddess huffing proudly.

“I’m not some defenseless princess to coddle. Though, this place stinks like an overflowing privy. Let’s get out of here babe. The sooner I can mix some liquid soap in my goo to wash this place’s taint out, the better.” Urta grumbled and she hooked an arm through ours, practically pulling us along and out of Hell’s dimension.

“Glad to see you’re just as eager as We are to get this over with.” We commented when we reached the massive portal after a fairly long walk. The distance from the portal and the base Hell was using in their dimension was only a few minutes at a mad sprint, but easily a half-hour of brisk walking at our current average sizes.

“I don’t want that thing open any longer than it needs to be. Us being on this side expedites that just a bit more.” Urta stated as she visibly calmed down now that she was back on Equus. “Besides, us two gooey gals would just get in the way. Now then, I’m hungry and there’s a lot of convenient meat laying around here-h-hey! You! Don’t eat all the meat!”

We blinked and looked to see Minion gorging on demon corpses, who paused at the indignant demand of our wife, who turned amorphous and began gobbling up bodies, which Minion rapidly began competing with. Most disgusting eating contest ever, but fun to watch anyway.

(<3)

“So how do we seal a Hell Portal?” We asked Pillar after everyone had returned from the portal to find a disturbingly clean battle arena with Urta armored back up and visibly pleased with herself. She and Minion had consumed all of the organic bits of the enemy’s corpses while Visi and the troops gathered our dead. After the disgusting feast of Gluttonous proportions, Minion had vanished after We’d provided her a sample of Hermais to sniff him out. Sorry if she’s too creepy for you son, but one less problem for us is one less problem.

“The easiest way is to destroy the keystone of the portal, but they could just make another one this size in a decade or so. Instead, we’re going to blow up the planet they used as their staging point with a Crucible. Berserker, or Todd, needs to come over here and do the deed.” Pillar answered us grimly, as if news either of them could blow up a planet was disturbing by now.

“Okay, that’s good. Then we all have a victory orgy.” Urta declared casually and We scoffed.

“Really Urta?” We asked in exasperation. We are the Goddess of Sex and We are not in the mood after all of this. We just want to relax, unwind and put this behind us for the next disaster. Besides, there’s still Lethice to deal with and she’s not about to let us recover from this.

“Not that I object, but why so soon? We still have things to do.” Collateral voiced and We nodded in agreement. “Besides, there’s five of us guys and I don’t think Visi will be able to take us all at once.” Collateral commented and from nearby, Visi’s wings pomfed out even though she continued working. Heh, she’s eavesdropping and got a wingboner~!

“We’d all fuck Wiatr of course.” Urta chuckled as she patted our armored butt and We rolled our eyes. We’d gladly do that, but not now. Commerce is screaming at us to get to work on recouping the losses incurred by this horrible situation ASAP. War is such a waste of money and resources! We’re so glad We passed War to Urta the moment it began emerging in us.

“...Unsurprising.” Hunter’s Ghost commented with a shrug, since Hunter was in traction from overloading his psyche, he needed someone to represent his troops. “But I speak for all of the Legion, it’s a hard pass for us.” Oi. Are We a joke to you? We feel insulted.

“Just an open invitation.” Urta winked as she gestured her hands down her form-fitting UAC armor, which was provided to her since Hell destroyed her golden Dragonslayer armor. That thing was an antique! Ugh! Irreplaceable! Commerce is having a fucking aneurysm from all the lost equipment, munitions, people...We desperately need to get to work the moment things are finished up here.

“Urta.” We sighed in fond exasperation, still having our Sex aspect stoked by her in spite of our powerful need to focus on more important things than carnal delights. At least in terms of priority.

“Think of it this way ma’am: After finally venting your hatred on your enemies, vent your passion for your loved ones. It balances things out.” That’s...rather sage advice.

“Yeah.” Urta purred in agreement as she wrapped her arms around our armored waist and hips to press into our back.

“How long until the portal is destroyed?” We asked in exasperation. We don’t mind Urta’s advances aside from the fact that it is not the time. It would be the time once safety is secured.

“As soon as the last of our troops are cleared out and Berserker or Slayer are ready to deliver the killing blow.” Pillar answered before We saw his Defenders start filing back through the portal, which meant things were almost finished on the other side.

“In that case-Urta, please behave.” We huffed when Urta started playing with our armor’s tail, which jostled our trio of rat tails about inside it.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen those tails used in combat.” Runner commented when he approached us from the direction of the portal.

“Huh?” We blinked, trying to ignore the instincts that Urta was triggering by playing with our rear appendages. Tail-pulling was often an intimate thing with many species. Rats are no different and We have three tails...

“Well, they only seem to come up during sex. You don’t use them to fight, or eat, just to facilitate more sex or multitasking mundane things.” Runner clarified when he gestured at our dragon-like armor tail. Behind him, We saw Berserker and Todd ready their glowing Crucible swords before reentering the portal.

“We never thought of them for combat.” We commented in a bit of surprise that We hadn’t really even considered it. Which was especially weird since Willow had tail-hands, but even she only used them for what Runner mentioned. “Maybe We should see how that would work.”

“Maybe you should?” Urta purred and pressed our thick armor tail against our back with her armored chest while her hands groped our armored ass.

“Alright people!” Berserker shouted, drawing attention to him and Slayer leaving the portal, which collapsed in on itself seconds later. “We’re done here!” Everyone cheered, including us.

(<3)

“I swear, you keep putting my portals in such odd places.” Harmonia chided playfully as We passed her, the doe having given birth to her latest children in the past weeks thanks to using a gestation accelerator the Coven developed, so she was once more a perfect hourglass in jeans and a blue blouse.

“You don’t dislike it.” We replied before disengaging our armor’s environment seal, which Urta promptly abused by pulling up our armored skirt to flash Harmonia our ‘female insert male’ print panties! “Urta!” We yelped with a hot blush on our face as We vainly tried to force the Goddess of Power to let go.

“She’s still as sexy as the day you met, huh? Do you want to join in on some fun?” Urta purred to the goddess of Harmony while We felt absolutely embarrassed at being exposed without our intent and someone else soliciting Sex for us! Stop trying to steal all of our Aspects Urta!

“I would love to, but I’m afraid that Harmony is about to be further destabilized soon. I’m not in any proper mood.” Harmonia turned us down?! Whatever’s about to happen, it must be bad!

“What is it? Do you have any ideas what’s about to happen?” We asked the crystalline doe as Urta perked up and dropped our skirt before she grabbed us by the hand and began sprinting towards the Keep, pulling us along so quickly We were practically flapping in the wind behind her. “Urta?!”

“No, no, no, no!” Urta chanted desperately and burst into the foyer to see Torturas stand in the open while Pharos and maybe-Sif sat at attention. “No~!” W-what is it Urta?! What’s wrong?!

“Prepare for War~!” Torturas cheerfully waved at us and held up a scroll. “Since you finished off Hell, Queen Lethice has ended the cease-fire!” The blue 8-foot tall hyper-busty holstaurus cheerfully informed us.

“Great.” We huffed in frustration, having expected this while Urta actually choked on a sob, clearly distraught that her plans for raunchy sexytimes have been stopped by her own Aspect.

“Oh! I’m also not her ambassador anymore! Can I make more calves?” Torturas asked with sparkly eyes, her hands clutched beneath her massive beach-ball breasts that strained her stereotypical cow-print tank top.

“Uh...” We blinked at the disconnect. We forgot how genuinely vapid she was with how busy We’ve been lately.

“No. Thanks to your bitch of a former boss, we have way too much to do now.” Urta pouted, crossing her arms under her comparatively modest basketball boobs. “Damn it. I need to breed, but I can’t get my rocks off with mortar shells bombarding them.”

“Urta, be nice to her. She’s a messenger and good guys don’t shoot the messenger.” We heard Pillar call out as he entered the Keep in his wolf form, which like the others was his default when around Unity.

“Oh no, she’s right. Lethice is a capital B Bitch. One Cocoa wishes to dominate if there is a chance, payback for making Cocoa a breeding sow for Hellhounds.” Cocoa commented from the door to the nursery. “No, wait! Linda don’t throw Mickal at Nantu!” Cocoa suddenly said from one of her other heads still inside the door and she rushed back inside.

“What’s a Hellhound?” Pillar asked and Torturas raised her hand as if she were in school.

“A Hellhound is two Diamond Dogs merged with Corruption magic and sex.” Torturas answered and tapped her finger to her chin. “Although, why they only have two heads when Cerberus giants exist in Tartarus I don’t get.”

“What is Corruption? Why is it bad? And Minion loves Demon Meat!” Minion chirped from where she appeared in our midst, causing us all to yelp at her sudden reappearance. Right, forgot she existed in all the mayhem! “Sorry for disappearing Mistress! Minion wanted to encounter the beautiful creature again!”

“That’s okay. Well, from evidence, We think Corruption is linked to Hell’s Argent somehow. We’re unsure how though. Where would Lethice start?” We asked Pillar, only for Minion to get in front of us.

“Right here!” Declared Minion, poking a finger under our boobs and in our sternum, which she somehow did through our super-advanced armor without damaging it.

“Uh...literally, or metaphorically?” Urta asked in concern.

“Yes!” Minion simply answered without answering, causing us to sigh.

“Okay, but an actual location of tactical use to her.” We groaned and she chirpily rushed back out of the doors of the keep and we followed her.

“There!” Minion pointed at the Breeding Center, which spontaneously had the smaller doors inside the massive gates burst open and a doctor rushed towards us.

“Princess! Princess! The eggs!”

“No~!” We wailed in understanding and rushed away from the others and into the Breeding Center with the doctor frantically following. We could barely hear the doctor’s distressed babbling as We entered the hatchery to find it empty. Every single one of our beloved unborn whelps, stolen. Even the massive 15x10 foot ones. “That, heartless, Bitch…” We seethed, our clenched fists shaking. “We should’ve known better than to believe she’d hold to the truce.”

“How?!” Urta asked in shared despair, because even though she hadn’t had any eggs with us, she was Fertility and having unborn children abducted was likely beyond heartbreaking for her.

“We don’t know! Everything was fine until about 10 minutes ago! Then several Minotaurs and other Lust Demons popped in with some sort of magic and-!”

“Where?” We snarled.

“We don’t know your Majesty! They just slapped stickers on them and-!”

“Rargh!” We roared and punched the nearest wall, which fractured and cracked the solid blue stone. “Find them! Hunt them down! I want every single Lust Demon you find brought in and made to spill every single secret they have!” We roared at the soldiers past everyone else, who rushed off to fulfill our righteous order.

We turned, intent on heading for the Dragonlands to get Cynder, only to freeze and realize with horror We couldn’t sense her. None of her senses, thoughts, nothing.

“Where is Cynder?!” We panicked, a sudden sensation of wrongness lancing through our shared hearts and souls. A quarter of us was simply gone.

“Princess!” A pegasus panted as he weakly flew into the room. “The-the Dragonlands! They’re gone!”

“What do you mean gone?!” We were on the verge of a panic attack. All that kept us from losing our shit entirely was Urta’s hand on our shoulder and the other squeezing our hand.

“I mean they’ve vanished! The whole land has been replaced by the ocean!”

“We are going to that Bitch’s door now.” We seethed as We looked out the door at Torturas, who seemed utterly baffled as Pillar kept her in place, but not forcefully. Rather, the towering wolf seemed to be gently rubbing the hyper-busty motherly holstaurus’s shoulders. “Where is she?”

“Uh...there’s two places she used as her base, she swaps between them, saying one’s a decoy? They’re exactly the same and um...actually, I think she even built others, but leaves them empty. Some weird uh, thing, she said. Free real estate?” Torturas scratched her head and Pillar shook his head with an exhausted sigh and a pat on her shoulders. Bless his patience with the vapid cow, because We need a buffer to prevent us venting our wrath on someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“She has several decoy evil villain lairs? Let us guess, the two she showed you are probably empty?” We asked the heifer rhetorically and she nodded.

“That’s what I’d do! Especially if I just violated the spirit of an important legal document.” Torturas nodded in cheerful agreement. “I’ll point them out, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“Let’s talk to Runner, he might be able to help since he and the Chasers work with Hunter and the Ghosts in finding things quite often.” Pillar suggested when he let go of Torturas’ shoulders and she pouted up at him in disappointment, clearly hoping to get some action from him.

“Good point. He can also travel faster than almost anyone.” If there’s a person on this planet who could find Lethice’s hidey hole, it’d be him for sure.

“That and he could probably point out the fakes. We’ll search them just in case any of the eggs are there. We’ll destroy them and box the bitch in. However, once we do find her; you know we need her alive in order for us to bring the Dragonlands back. We’ll leave the torturing to Runner, he’ll make her talk. After that, she’s all yours.” Pillar laid out for us and We nodded in agreement to the plan.

“”Let’s go with that. Now, if you’ll all excuse us, We have political work to do.” We snarled and stormed out of the hatchery.