Corruption of Souls

Ch.12

“So, how is everything?” We asked Cocoa as we walked next to each other. Cocoa was in a simple sundress rather than her preferred skin-er-slime tight jeans and T-shirt or blouse. Our own black dress had similarly shaped itself at our desire, less slutty and more comfy.

“Good, the cubs have been behaving more now that the fathers are available to take some of their energy and attention. The teenagers especially.” Cocoa’s nearest head said to us while the furthest head read from her phone and the center head kept an eye on where we were walking through the shopping district of Unity.

“We noticed how Berserker was training them before.” We commented and Cocoa seemed a bit nervous.

“Yes, Cocoa is happy about that, but not the ones interested in Cocoa’s skills. Cocoa would rather none of our family’s children travel Cocoa’s dark path, but if they wish, Cocoa will guide them.” Aw, it’s okay Cocoa. Your skills may be dark and grim, but if they choose it, that’s their own choice. “Off dark topic, when is the wedding?” Cocoa asked eagerly.

“In a month, we just have a few things to plan.” We chirped happily and Cocoa’s trio of heads howled excitedly before her nearest head leaned closer and licked our cheek.

“We have cakes, flowers, the venue, guests, the fiances. What more?” Cocoa urged happily with her tail wagging so fast it was slapping her thicc motherly ass cheeks and making a breeze.

“One of which is security.” Urta commented and We perked happily to see Urta in her armor approaching us with her spear held aloft. She must be patrolling today. “I’ll have my best troops on the job, but Cocoa, I could use someone with your skills to train some spooks to make sure no assassins try anything.”

“Cocoa will do this! Cocoa not let anyone hurt the family!” Cocoa snarled protectively as she wrung the strap of her purse with her hands.

“The nobility aren’t big fans of us since we’re centralizing so much power, even if it’s mostly just actually getting them to do their damn jobs.” Honey huffed as she approached in a green sundress that complemented her dark emerald slime and contrasted Cocoa’s yellow sundress while also complementing our black dress.

“So yes, we need to be on guard. An assassin made an attempt on Tia and Obe just recently.” We commented and everyone nodded darkly.

“We’ll be ready if they try it.” Urta insisted with a hand on Cocoa’s shoulder.

“That’s good. Oh, my hive has complete control of the underground around the Everfree now, so that’s one less concern with security.” Honey informed us before she nuzzled Cocoa.

“Great, so that means less work for the Guard to cover, so they can divide their attention more. Anyway, about the wedding: it’s going to be in a month and it will be led by Tia, Lulu and Cady.” Although We’re still in the dark of whether it will be at Our temple or in Canterlot.

“So most of the need-to-know info won’t really be available until a few days before the big shebang. Well, that just means we don’t have to worry about it, leave it to the alicorns to micromanage it.” Urta said before looking us all over. “You three look ready to assault this shopping district with full wallets, need a pack mule?”

We shared giggles with each other and then we all hefted our heaving hooters in her direction with a nod at our cleavage and Urta rolled her eyes. We know it was just a joke, but come on Urta! We’ve all got our own shopping carts in our dresses~! Heh~! We love this world!

(<3)

We sat in the fitting room with Visilia as our wedding dresses were made by Rarity and Alt-Rarity. The two had hit it off very quickly as one could expect, even considering Rarity was a Beast-Pony now. She wore her carnivorous predatory air with sensuality and power that drew Alt-Rarity’s awe at how she used fashion to flaunt it further.

Not part of the wedding Rarity may be, but Alt-Rarity has obviously fallen head-over-hooves in platonic love with her local counterpart. We dearly hope that wonderful mare finds someone with Spike having slipped her fingers and now finding it hard to find someone who can handle her unique personality blended with her domineering presence.

“So. When were you going to tell me?” Visi hissed at us bitterly and We blinked before looking in her surprisingly angry eyes.

“Um, about what?” We asked meekly and she growled.

“About where Ninia ended up?” Visilia clarified and We winced. Oof, We forgot to tell her? Hunter didn’t tell her?

“We thought Hunter would tell you? Isn’t that how you found out?” We asked weakly and Visi huffed angrily.

“No. I found out because Runner was running his mouth on a tangent and I heard him mention how ‘incredible Ninia is at taking in so much virile seed and turning into a glowing ball of Tartarus-augmented Argent’.” Visi’s bitter answer made us cringe.

“Oh, so Urta’s infusions have turned her into an Argent Slime?” We were worried about that, considering Tartarus Demons process energy so uniquely. After all, it was a mild alteration to them that caused the Corruption in the first place.

“That’s not the important part, the important part is that she’s consigned to being a breeder for a minimum of one year for betraying Tartarus. Back home, treachery is an instant execution. You spat in the face of our traditions and spared her.” Visi darkly declared with her eyes downcast.

“...So you’re mad We spared her?” We mewled unhappily. We spared her because of the forlorn look We remember Visi casting at the demoness when she first saw her.

“No, I’m not mad about that. In fact, I’m fucking ecstatic. No, I’m just mad that you didn’t tell me.” Visilia clarified and We felt hurt now. Hurt that We hurt her by omitting something that she had a right to know about.

“We’re sorry. We thought you knew almost right away.” We apologized and Visi sighed.

“I figured as much. You’re not the type to keep secrets.” Visi grumbled with a rub of her neck.

“Thank you for being so understanding.” We smiled softly and Visi rolled her eyes.

“We can worry about that later. Let’s just get our wedding dresses ready.” Visilia said, wanting us to focus on what we were doing now.

(<3)

“So, yeah I turned Ninia into an Argent Slime while turning her into a giant immobile baby ball as her punishment for foolishly trying to betray us all out of a misguided hero fantasy.” Urta informed the boys after We figured it best to lay it out for everyone in case Hunter and Runner didn’t inform them properly.

“Huh...well that’s hot. I haven’t seen her since your first time with her.” Runner commented and the others all shrugged or something, but Berserker seemed pleased at this news. He clearly had the least patience or fondness for Ninia’s bullshit

“Fuck yes. So she’s not the ruler of Tartarus here anymore. No wonder all the reports from there have been much better.” Berserker growled in satisfaction. “I’d like to see her some time. Even if she ended up enjoying her new fate, it’ll feel good to see her off her high horse.”

“She is enjoying it a lot. It didn’t take much either.” Urta admitted sheepishly. “Her karmic balance is mostly going to come from the fact she’s helping her people repopulate, rather than any suffering in the process. Velka approves though, so it’s good.”

“That’s good to know. At least you got a head-start on it instead of waiting for the Corruption in Tartarus to be completely erased.” Pillar stated and the others nodded.

“We just wish We hadn’t forgotten to mention her to everyone.” We sighed and pinched the bridge of our snout.

“To be fair, Runner and I dropped the ball on that too.” Hunter commented and Runner nodded in agreement.

“At least it wasn’t super-serious, but it would’ve been nice to know why she stopped pestering us.” Berserker shrugged with indifference. Huh, he’s so chill after the pregnancy.

“At least with Ailisiv in charge, it’ll be easier to keep the peace.” Collateral commented and nobody could deny that. Ninia wasn’t incompetant, not really. She was just so used to being isolated that she didn’t understand how to build bridges with other nations. Ailisiv was always in contact with nations outside of Tartarus, so she just had better experience for the job.

“So, in the end, Ninia is in a position to help her people instead of hurt them. It also frees her from the burdens she wanted to escape from, so We consider this a win-win.” We shared a nod with Urta, who as Ninia’s breeder and executor knew this quite well.

“Alright, I may prefer she get a proper punishment, but so long as she’s out of the way, I’ll take it with a grin.” Berserker stated and the others nodded their heads in agreement.

“Well, now that everyone knows what happened to the former ruler of Tartarus here, what do you boys say to a gangbang with Wiatr and I on the receiving end?” Urta growled hungrily and the boys all looked nervous.

“Uh, I’m with Pillar on the whole chastity thing? Besides, if I let myself go, I might not be able to stop.” Runner admitted and the other boys all nodded too, causing Urta and Us to sigh.

“We’re going to explode from sexual frustration at this point~!” We’ve been able to have girly fun with our wives, but nobody was willing to get male organs involved.

“It must be hard, being the sex goddess and none of your mates being willing. We won’t object if you go back to doing some breeding to help the population.” Hunter offered and We huffed.

“That’s Urta’s thing now! Our things are Sex, Commerce and Renewal through Fertility. The last one is being sated by the Coven Restoring barren lands. The second is satiated by the booming new economy rising from the ashes. It’s the first one We’re being deprived~! Not just by you all, but because of the sudden stability, the lack of Corruption, et cetera; acts of carnal sexual deviancy are at an all-time-low~!” We wailed and Urta patted our back.

“Wait...the more stable society is, the less sex going on? I thought it was the other way around.” Berserker scrunched his eyebrows in confusion and the others were also confused.

“Because this world has been so obsessed with Sex for so long, that suddenly it not being necessary for survival to such an extent has caused a rebound. I mean, the only reason I’m not as frustrated about Fertility is because of the Coven and all the brats borrowing space in my womb.” Urta slapped her armored abdomen for emphasis.

“Well, isn’t there still a population issue?” Runner asked in bemusement and We shared a frustrated look with Urta.

“Yes, but now it’s not desperate. Especially thanks to Twilight analyzing the caribou’s hyperbolic time chamber and figuring it out. Now, if we absolutely have to, we have the ability to breed and raise an adult within a month. Yes, it takes a huge stockpile of resources, but it can be done.” We grumbled and crossed our arms under our bust. That thing had been our bane before and it was our bane now, if for a much more beneficial reason.

“So you can have a flash-clone army without cloning in only a month?” Collateral asked in shock and Urta nodded while We scowled. “Whoa...uh, hm. Guys, I think our own military could benefit from this.”

“No!” Berserker snarled furiously and we all flinched. “I will not condone making babies just to turn them into soldiers! Those kids have the right to make their own decisions as they grow up!”

“We said raise! We didn’t suggest that they be indoctrinated or anything!” We yelped and also felt appalled that Berserker would think We’d condone such a thing. Urta would, but she’s War. Indoctrinated soldiers are some of the most efficient in history and fiction. Just look at the Spartans of both ancient history and Halo fiction.

“To be fair, volunteers are better than abducted child soldiers, because afterwards they can rejoin society.” Urta added on and our Commerce Aspect was thankful for her pointing that out. “Don’t get your jockstrap in a twist Bersie, we’re not going to speed-breed super-soldiers.”

“Good, or I’d break your limbs, slimes or not. Anyway, we still have things to do. Hell may be licking their wounds, but we’ve got to keep dogging them. We’ll talk about rapidly accelerating our populations later.” Berserker then led the Marines out of the sitting room and We joined Urta in pooling into goo on the floor with sighs of relief.

(<3)

“So it’s working?” We asked Twilight uneasily. That talk with the boys reminded us about the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and that Twilight was working on it, perfecting it.

“Considering it’s stable, has fertile ground for crops and a proper day-night cycle with temperate climate instead of being a white featureless plane? Yes.” Twilight excitedly babbled with Alt-Twilight also feverishly tapping away at a computer next to the ornate door that looked like something out of Warhammer rather than Dragonball.

“So what are the plans with it? Since, y’know, this has been your project and not ours.” Urta asked. She came too because this thing was already drastically affecting us and our duties when it hasn’t even been used yet!”

“Right now? The plan is to take several Undead volunteers with a large class of the newborns that haven’t been assigned to foster families yet, put them in for ten days our time, ten years their time, then introduce the new functionally adult people to the world with all the opportunity afforded someone fresh out of pre-college education.” Alt-Twilight answered eagerly, the average, non-amazonian mare was clearly just as manically eggheaded as our daughter.

“This is to see if raising well-adjusted adults in isolation and then introducing them to society is feasible. We anticipate several issues, such as antisocial tendencies, leanings towards introvertism, possibly even phobias of large open spaces, crowds, so many things. We know it’s cruel to these children, but if we don’t try, we’ll never know. We don’t want someone to use this in the future without being aware of the consequences.” Twilight stated reasonably, but the fact these babies, babies Urta and Us have brought into the world were going to be guinea pigs…

“We have many issues with this, but...you’re right.” We hugged ourself and Urta rubbed our shoulder. “Boldly go into the unknown, do not let fear restrain you from progress. However, do not let it turn us into monsters. These people will have proper education, nutrition, everything?” Twilight nodded. “Then We won’t stop this on the condition they be treated for any phobias or other deficiencies that hinder them upon leaving the chamber.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t be involved if it was any other way.” Alt-Twilight spoke up and then held a tablet up to Twilight so our amazonian daughter could look at it. This caused them to devolve into nerd-speak, so We fled with Urta before the big words could hurt our brains.

(<3)

We were watching a movie with Urta. Alone otherwise. Everyone was suddenly busy with getting all of their things in order for the wedding. We had nothing to do and Urta also had nothing to do. Thanks to all of the Argent Slimes UAC helped discover how to create taking over her role in R&D, her workload was suddenly very small. So, we were watching a Yakky Can movie at my begging and Urta’s reluctant agreement, when it happened.

“Help~! There is a kobold here! Help! He’s too sexy~!” One of the maids begged with her breasts engorged with arousal and her fem-slime dripping on the floor from her arousal. Wait, what?

“Kobolds? Kobolds exist here?” We don’t remember anything about kobolds at all.

“What’s a kobold?” Urta asked in complete confusion.

“It’s what Lord Runner called him before he fled!” The maid frantically shouted before a portal opened and out popped a three foot tall lizard with a dog-like face wearing noble attire and holding the hilts of a rapier and scimitar on his belt. He was so sexy! Sexy kobold.

“Hello madams. I’m currently running from interdimensional law...I think. Mind flayers are involved, so likely not. Githyanki too. Either way, sorry to intrude, but would you have a means of launching me through the multiverse in roughly...that direction?” The bronze-scaled sexy small stud asked with a point in a random direction.

“Unsure, but we do have other things to offer~.” Urta said seductively and We licked our chops as We groped our breasts and the maid swooned to the floor in a pool of her juices.

“Blast this curse! Pardon the intrusion and the unintentional ‘mind-fuck’. I’ll be going before I end up in a massive orgy again and they catch up.” He drew his rapier and swished it in a circle, creating another portal that fizzled out before he could get in. “Damn, it needs a charge.”

“Ahahaha, we’re goddesses of sex and fertility, I’m sure we immune and just find you sexy.” Urta purred and slithered up out of her clothes to sit on the back of the couch and reveal her nude glory to the little stud, sans her male organs. “Besides, little guys have surprising amounts of vigor to them.”

“As tempting as you both are ladies, I must be going. If I don’t, Mind flayers or Githyanki might arrive and cause a ruckus before giving pursuit again.” He poured a glowing liquid on the rapier from a vial, causing the weapon to shine golden and begin humming with power.

“I’m also a god of war. I could give you a blessing for combat before you leave. Only if you promise to visit.” Urta bargained, hey contracts are our thing!

“Um, certainly, but I don't even know your name, have a pendant or-.” Urta fished out a crystalized argent slime necklace with her likeness on it and tossed it to him. “Ah, thank you. I will cherish this boon. Should I survive this current affair, I will pray to you properly milady.” He flicked the rapier and disappeared in a portal.

Moments later, abominations reminiscent of cthulhu breached the dimension and gave prompt chase at the same point he fled. Good luck little guy! Hopefully he gets out of that okay.