Corruption of Souls

Ch.11

I grunted as I blocked a punch from a manic male lizard wolf hybrid demon. The bastard had taken a dozen hits by this point, blood pouring from wounds all over his surprisingly durable arms from blocking my toothpick of a sword. After Svartr sated my Lust with a quickie and she made sure to only cum in my ass, we had quickly decimated the outer defenses of the factory with our monstrous club. But once we got inside, it was clear the building was made as compact as possible, forcing us to use the short arming sword Andre made us.

Damn it all, Svartr was right! The halls of this maze-like building were too small to use the club, but they were full of these guys. My armor was covered in corrupted blood from the waves of imps, I had guts hanging off my arm and blood dripping from my form as I hacked at the demon brute blocking the end of the hall and swinging rapidly at me with its claws. Meanwhile, I just had my tiny blade, trying to kill it.

“Will you just die already?!” I roared as my blade clanged against its bloodied armored hide. The lizard/wolf hybrid just chuckled at me as it backed off. It was built lanky and had a skeletal tail, three eyes, and a small burning orb over its head that shot fireballs every time it roared at me.

For the most part, the beast was bleeding out, turned on, and keeping me from advancing into the main factory beyond, the demon not seeming disturbed by the fact that I killed so many of its allies. The fact it seemed turned on by the fact, that just made me sick as pre leaked from its foot-long bumpy canine cock.

“What kind of sick fuck are you?!” I snarled, reaching into my chest which obviously excited it more before I pulled out my pistol. This made it pause in shock as I took aim at its head. It tried to roar and launch another fireball at me, but I just shot it twice in the head and it finally dropped. I huffed and got my unnecessary breath back as I reloaded the magazine.

“Why did you not do that at the start? Having a crossbow in the offhand is better than being disarmed.” Svartr asked as I gathered myself.

“Limited ammo,” I explained as I kept the pistol out. “Last clip too. Now we just need to deal with…” I stopped dead once I pushed open the double doors and entered what looked to be one of the main ‘production’ floors.

I looked around in pure arousal, seeing several dozen clearly Corrupted people of mixed genders and species hooked up to torturous milking/fucking machines. Most of the girls had tits bigger than their bodies being pumped for milk as automated dildo machines fucked them. Men with log-sized cocks coming from their groins with balls similarly sized to the women’s tits groaned mindlessly alongside their female compatriots as they endlessly came into a larger single milker. Lastly, the herms, they had both conditions and were completely insensate.

“Dear Gods…” Svartr uttered, my voice tinged with disgust. “This is too far.”

“This is too hot.” I rebutted, drooling, really wanting to give the herm milkers a go, but knowing to do so would seal my fate. I continued to look around, soon seeing a skimpy dressed blue heifer minotaur Omnibus and a squad of bull demons in full plate armor. They were all a daunting 9 feet tall and guarding a big door in the back label ‘portal room, authorized personnel only.’

They didn’t notice me yet as I spotted them from a higher floor of the room and quickly crouched down to try and creep closer. “...You’ll get to impregnate one of the cows soon enough, but you know that just makes them irritable rather than dumbly pliant.” Huffed the omnibus at one of the plate-armored guards, who grunted and rubbed his codpiece.

As I crept closer on the thankfully solid catwalk, my boots muffled by Svartr coating them with her more flexible body, I saw heavy doors with a sign that indicated it was an armory. Through the small windows in the doors, I could see advanced weapons that shone a rainbow of colors within.

“Now that’s enough grumbling. I know the Factory isn’t an illustrious position, but it is important. Now report to your posts. The previous shift has already gone home.” The omnibus announced, and the six armored bulls snorted in acceptance and spread out on the floor below as the omnibus went towards a side door, mumbling about stress relief.

Shit. Those are big, beefy, pun-intended dudes. I don’t know if even with my newfound Strength if I can try to fight them right now, not even mentioning my lack of weaponry. I eyed the armory, it was on the same floor as me. I calmed myself and carefully and quietly crept along, ducking behind the catwalk and hugging the wall so they wouldn’t be likely to see me.

“W-wait! No!” Hearing the distressed voice, I shot my eyes over to see one of the bulls, ignoring his superior’s orders, had gone over to one of the women, a griffin if I had to guess from the eagle head and lion body. “P-please! I-I’ll make more milk! Please don’t-AH~!” She screamed as the massive bull rammed his two-foot-long dick into her vagina, her whole abdomen distending from him stretching out her impossibly resilient belly. “Plea-he-he-hease~!” She broke down in hysterical sobbing, causing both I and Svartr to snarl and see red.

I stood, aimed for the back of his head, and fired three times. The first shot ricocheted, hitting a herm’s milker and causing it to start spraying her milk and cum everywhere. The second punched through, and the third followed it into the rapist’s skull. “INTRUDER!” One of the other bulls roared as their compatriot collapsed to the side, his victim gasping as he fell out of her cunt.

Great! My angry has caused me to have five burly bulls coming to kill me. I guess I had some sort of sneak-attack bonus on that first one because when I fired at the now-dead bull’s friends the tiny bullets of the pistol pinged off their steel armor harmlessly. Thankfully I got one in the eye. But that still left me without any more bullets, and four very pissed monstrous demons charging at me on the catwalk, which groaned from our combined weight.

Taking the chance, I stuffed the empty pistol back into my cleavage, and jumped down to the ground floor, enraging my pursuers further and lamenting that with the number of prisoners trapped here, I wouldn’t be able to swing my club around here either, and there was no way my sword could hurt those monsters.

Trying to figure things out, I barely had time to react to one of them jumping down at me, trying to cleave through me from above with his massive axe. I dodged and retreated away from the innocents at risk, but it backed me into the corner. “Fucking hell!” I huffed in my little corner knowing I really couldn’t kill these things even with Svartr helping me. “I need help.”

“We don’t need it!” Svartr told me. “There’s no chance we can save all of these people, let me take out our club and go head-to-head with them!” I looked around at the terrified and screaming immobile and defenseless people. I couldn’t endanger them more, I had to at least retreat, try to…

Armory. Duh. I dodged around the bull, sprinting with my Undead Stamina and allowing me to keep a constant jog between quick recovery periods as I dodged the enraged 9-foot tall armored walls of death. I jumped towards the catwalk, my long tail arms reaching out, and awkwardly yanking me ass-first out of a swing from the nearest demon. My boots clanked on the catwalk and I took off running for the armory.

I was thankful the important room wasn’t locked for some reason, but I yelped as one of the demons jumped at the catwalk, and smashed his huge axe clean through the suspended platform, launching me into the room of weapons even as I lost one of my precious tails, blood briefly gushing from the stump before it simply stopped. It didn’t even hurt much.

“Thanks, Svartr.” I groaned from the run and throb of my tail as I slammed the door to the Armory shut, but it was quickly chopped into, getting me to jump away with another yip of fear. In my backpedal, I knocked into a rack of pistols. Several of them fell off and a few even just fell right into the cleavage of my bowling-ball tits. I grabbed one that had a rotating double barrel or something just before it would’ve fallen into my boobs, and I felt a familiar sensation to when I first met Daring.

“C’mon man, just talk into it...don’t be a-fine! Ahem. I’m Jack, Wilhelm’s not talking. We’re guns-for-hire. Need something done? Give us a call, be sure to pay us though.” A crystal clear man’s voice echoed in my head, and I cringed as another axe strike dented in the doors.

“Yeah, I could use a ton of help. I’m kinda swinging well above my weight class right now. I, um, I have some powerful friends who might be able to pay you if you want something besides sexual favors or...something?” At my question, the gun suddenly floated out of my grasp, aimed for a wall, and started rapidly firing a circle into it without needing to reload.

Once it was done, the circle became pitch black, and I screamed as out floated a nearly desiccated pale yellow stallion with sickly featherless wings and his horn was cracked along its impressive length. His face was horribly scarred by a brand covering half his face and over his left eye that looked like an upside-down V, the ruined eye was a glowing blue cybernetic. His bone-thin limbs were supported by delicate-looking robotic braces from his back, and the harness on his chest was clearly a respirator like Darth Vader, he even had a mask covering his muzzle as the mechanical breathing hissed.

“What? Handsome Jack not handsome enough for you?” The stallion’s distorted Vader-like voice chuckled as he winked at me despite my visible disgust with his state. At least he wore tight skinny jeans and a vest and shirt to be decent. “I know I’m on life support, but c’mon, I’ve been a lady-killer for years.” He then made cheesy gun-hands at me, clicking his tongue, which sounded all sorts of weird through his respirator.

“Well, I have demons at the door.” I uneasily told him as I started getting up off the floor, and the door dented in with another axe strike, getting me to flinch, but ‘Jack’ wasn’t even fazed. “Uh, literally. Also, I’m sure I could help you with some Vitality Tincture if I found some.”

“Hm? Muscleheads giving a hot babe like you trouble? No problem just give me...say...the contents of this armory, and I’ll stick with you for a while.” Jack gestured, and I noticed his hooves hadn’t touched the floor once, even with those featherless wings remaining disturbingly still on his back. “I could make a fair bit selling some of these museum pieces to collectors.”

“Sure. It’s the demon’s not mine.” I agreed before a BFG from the top shelf fell into my boobs from another impact on the door, making Jack blink in surprise before he stuck his head in, all the way in. I thought only inanimate objects could go in there! “HEY!”

“That is an interesting use of natural magic.” Jack pulled his head out. “I’d like to study it a bit before I go. Most people in my dimension just use Echo storage, almost nobody knows how to use magic storage these days. As for it not being yours; all the better! Loot is loot.” Jack’s horn shone the same green as his right organic eye, and suddenly everything that wasn’t nailed down flew at him at high speed and vanished in a blue pixelated flash on contact with him. “Payment received.”

The door smashed in, and I squealed, bracing for impact since it’d flown off the hinges, but it stopped dead in Jack’s magic, and his blue cybernetic eye turned red. “If you’re a squeamish babe, stay in here.” He teleported outside and fell below. Shortly, I heard bellowing. I was about to rush out, only to hear horrified screams from the whole room, both from the captives and the demons, and just as quickly, it was over. “Sorry folks. I don’t like it when ladies are in danger.”

I nervously edged closer to the door as massive amounts of souls poured into me from the deaths of the demons. I looked out and nearly vomited at the gory splashes of meat and blood smeared against the floors and walls where I suspect the demons had been. “What horrible phantom have you summoned Willow?” Svartr asked with fear in my voice, and I had to swallow my spit.

“I...a good one?” I questioned as Jack’s horn flashed, and suddenly every machine hooked to the victims shut off with a spark of electricity. I was disturbed that more than a few sounded disappointed. “So...Jack. Um...who are you?”

“I’m Jack. Handsome Jack. Well, I used to be handsome. Then an ancient sconce of knowledge literally branded itself into my soul and forced me to ascend into an alicorn. That about covers the relevant information.” Jack looked around, eyes pausing on the door labeled ‘portal room’ “I’m gonna disable that so no reinforcements show up.”

“Yes, I don’t think I’m powerful enough to deal with that yet.” I nodded in agreement with him. If I can’t even handle a few minotaurs, I’m nowhere near ready to deal with their elites.

“Oh please, you’re plenty powerful enough, just not fast or durable enough.” Svartr scoffed, to which I mentally agreed. I just need to ‘git gud’.

Walking around a bit I did spot ‘Alchemy supplies’ and looked them over finding many of the products I would need to have if I wanted to increase things...though I wasn’t touching them as well, Corruption. Oh hey, Vitality Tincture! “Hey Jack, try this!”

“Hm?” Jack caught the vial of red I tossed at him. “Sure, it’ll have to be later when I don’t need my respirator on. Oh, and nice ghost companion you have there.” Jack idly commented, floating towards the portal room, ripping the doors off their hinges without even flicking his horn, and he entered. Shortly, a loud yet muted boom came from the room, and the acrid tang of stale musk filled the enormous room even more. “Done. Interesting combination of Dark and Lust magic in that one.”

“Hm, thank you.” I sighed in relief before a pipe burst over us due to whatever damage he did and it began spraying it’s Corrupted fluids on everything in the room. “Oh shit! Jack! This isn’t just some torture place, it’s a-!”

“Harvesting operation for infectious mutagenic Lust magic. Talk about an STD.” Jack chuckled as if getting Corrupted wasn’t much of a big deal. I was to me! I mean, I can feel my new expanding balls squeezing into Svartr just from my rising Lust. “I’ll just add it to my long list of ailments and move on.”

“Huh?” I questioned as I tried getting myself to calm down. Kinda hard when you have a mixture of semen and breast milk pooling in your huge tits and soaking you.

“I’ve got nearly bleached genes. In layman's terms, it means I’m nearly immune to mutation or degradation. This also isn’t my first bukkake party. So, what do we do from here?” Jack asked as his horn flashed, and the burst pipe suddenly was capped, moved back into place, and forcibly fused back together. “It also means I’m fucked. My body has a long road to recovery.”

“Oh. Good. I guess.” At least his body is immune, well besides the boner growing down the left leg of his jeans, but if what he said was true, at most him getting aroused is the limit. “I’m not though. I’m actually really~ weak to it.” I tried and failed not to look at the enormous array of very fuckable women, men, and herms in the room. All very immobile, and unable to resist.

“Got nothing. Sorry.” Jack shrugged. “So, before you go into a fuckfest and leave me to do all the work, let’s get moving. Which way?”

“Upstairs, to the offices.” I groaned as I jumped down from the armory door, and started moving. I grabbed a bull demon axe and hefted it onto my shoulders with ease like it weighed nothing. “Big enough for you Svartr?”

“Never!” Svartr purred, tapping our shoulders with the enormous mass of metal. “Okay, can we please get the cum out of our tits? It’s splashing.” At her question, I immediately leaned my head down to my cleavage, and slurped up the cum/milk mixture, taking loud content gulps and moans. “Ah~...not exactly what I meant.” My tits surged in size to J-cups and multiple stripes of new fur appeared on my huge tits, and we cooed. I must look like a tie-dye job by now.

“Best I could do.” I said insincerely with a lick of my lips before we heard moans from the Office as we got close it. Not feeling any patience, not with my growing tits, balls, and need for a fuck, I kicked in the door, which sent it flying. The source of the moaning cried out in pain, and we entered to find the blue heifer unconscious, having taken the door right to the snoz. Without hesitation, I approached her, grabbed her horns, and snapped her neck, flooding me with a positively huge amount of soul energy. “Done.”

“Wow. Talk about ruthless. My pal Wilhelm would like you.” Jack commented as he rounded the desk, looking under it to see a whimpering young and very busty bulldog diamond dog.

“They’re corrupting the world.” I snarled as I walked around looking for any controls or anything. “Turning more people into...into...ah~!” I cried, my armor bursting open as my tits surged into the beach balls I had when fucking Daring, my tentacles following suit as a mast of doggy cock peeked up through my cleavage towards my panting lips, and I instantly moved to lick it. “Into me. Into those people out there…” I immediately crammed as much of my own dick into my gob as I could, sucking hungrily as my assets filled and grew.

“Well shit. Need me to get someone?” Jack offered helpfully, oddly unsurprised.

“Mmph...south. River. Creek. Cave.” I managed to get out, squeezing my multicolored tits together and giving myself a boobjob along with my blowjob. Soon, all I cared about was my cock, my tits, and my building orgasm as my balls lifted me off the floor…