Corruption of Souls

Ch.21

It was such a wonderfully peaceful night after that admittedly terrible movie. I snuggled Daring and Cocoa in our lavish poster bed, while Spike and his girls were in their own separate bed due to space constraints. No sex, no raunchy hijinks. Just some wonderful small talk and cuddles. This is a real relationship, not the wild non-stop sex. Now if only I could take them on dates, but no, this domestic little visit is the most I can hope for in the near future.

I woke from my peaceful sleep, undisturbed by Luna, so she must be really busy for once. I wormed from between my lovers, using the poor mute changeling who had uneasily taken the foot of the bed to replace my spot. Then I kissed Cocoa and Daring on the brow as they dozed. I considered making breakfast, scratching at my red pajamas-wait, I’m wearing underwear that’s unrealistically comfy. “Svartr?”

“You were too sleepy to remember me coming in? Whatever, I’m currently perfect undies for you and napping. I don’t need to sleep either, but it’s nice not to have to be alert all the time.” Svartr’s telepathic words brought back the hazy half-memory of Svartr coming home just before bed and wordlessly worming under the pajamas I’d put on.

“Ah, right. Now then, breakfast!” I don’t need to eat either, but it’s nice to-hey! It seems Spike beat me to it!

“Sleep well?” The 11-foot tall wall of draconic muscle asked me from the large kitchen area that was added in before I left on my current quest. I couldn’t help the giggle at how he wore a far-too-small ‘kiss the cook’ apron over his pecs and was still otherwise in his pajamas.

“Yep. It was so nice to come home and not have the breeding system running. Why’d you stop anyway?” I asked curiously as he dished up a plate of sausage and pancakes, which I promptly began drooling over as he handed it to me, getting my red pajama shirt wet with drool.

“Well...we’ve figured we should maybe have someone else come in for the breeding. Ember and Smolder are willing, but getting tired of it. I don’t want to have to breed anyone else but them though, so we decided to take a break and make Daring take a break too.” Spike said as he served himself and put the rest under a metal lid to stay warm while we moved to the huge dining table just to the side of the kitchen.

“Thank you. I’ve been wanting a night of just snuggles, even if I’m open to sex a lot. A night away from it is great.” I told him before I sized up to his height to share a kiss, stretching my comfy near-elastic pajamas to their limit as I did so.

“Glad you appreciated it, but yeah. I don’t think Ember and Smolder are up to mass-breeding for a while and not with your seed at all for a good bit.” Spike looked a little worried, but I just shrugged. This is about more than just our relationship, those eggs are the future of their species.

“It’s their right to choose whose eggs they bear and lay. Besides, they’re your girls first and they must’ve had way more of mine.” I then looked around but didn’t see them. “Speaking of which, where are they?”

“Ember finally had to go to the Dragonlands for her duties, Smolder went with her. They said something, uh, getting some more...um...volunteers?” Spike meekly poked his index fingers together and I snorted in amusement.

“Spike, it only makes sense. It’ll broaden the genetics and if they’re tired of breeding with me, then having some diversity added in will only make things better in the long run.” I said before eating the pancakes quickly. “I may not like being impersonal about it, but at least we’re helping your kind for the future.” Besides, I’m sure they don’t want our relationship to just be business with all the pleasure we’ve shared. If we just kept doing the same thing repeatedly without a break, I’m sure things would’ve strained. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all.

“Thanks for being so understanding Willow.” Spike leaned over and kissed me again and I hummed. Once the kiss ended, I picked up one of the fleshy sausage links, giving it a lick and a suck as I gave him bedroom eyes, making him chuckle. “Nope. I’m on a break.” I whined in false disappointment before getting up and going over to my lovers.

“C’mon you three, up and at 'em! Two of you have babies in your bellies to feed!” I cheerfully declared, rocking Cocoa’s massively pregnant belly and making them moan in displeasure as they awoke. “Spike made breakfast if you don’t hurry it’ll get cold.” Once they sleepily grumbled and began staggering towards the kitchen, I walked to the door and opened it only to find Harmonia standing right outside, looking a little creepy. “Uh, what’s up Harmonia?”

“You promised~.” Harmonia sing-songed as I looked around her to see the Doom Marines camping in the fort from my view of the portal from here. Why didn’t they come to the shrine? Is that a net full of skulls next to Berserker? Goodness, that's a lot of skulls. I know we killed a lot of demons, but wow.

“Promised what?” I asked absently before she picked me up in a bridal carry and brought me to the Lordvessel. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“Summon her! You promised! I can’t make the fruit if she’s not here!” Oh, right. That.

“Oh, the Fruit! Right um...” How do I do this? I moved to the brazier, clasping my hands together under my bosom. “My Goddess, Harmonia has a request.” I felt a sensation of loving warmth and I felt a little hotter under my collar than normal, but there was no response. “Um...okay.” I got on my knees, pulled my shirt up over my K-cup breasts, tugged Svartr’s lacy black bra down under my boobs. I then held them up as I kneaded my areola and nipples, dribbling milk. I quickly started to pant in heady arousal. “M-my Goddess~! I need you~!”

“Willow? What is it?” Aventurine replied, rising up out of the fire and blinking as she looked down at her body of blue fire. “Whoa...this is the first time We’ve been summoned as a Goddess to a shrine without a statue.”

“Harmonia, unf, has, ah, a request.” I panted as I saw the Goddess of Harmony smile at my Matron and it was turning me on bad. Holy shit. I forgot how utterly amazing being in Her presence made me feel~!

“I need your help. Firstly: to make my body produce fruit that will purify Corruption. Secondly: to make my body grow breast bulbs to provide nourishing nectar. Thirdly: to allow me to finish carrying these foals and to impregnate me so I may finally have my own.” Harmonia put her hands to her toned abdomen and it surged out to term with quadruplets with the wolf/unicorn foals that Svartr had impregnated Starlight with. I panted in arousal at seeing it appear from her previously unseeded abdomen, my own body aching with need.

“Oh~.” I groaned as my Goddess’s avatar split open and formed her portal, allowing her to enter our realm and approach Harmonia. She tugged me to my paws and to her side at the same time. Fuck me. Breed me. Use me my Goddess~!

“Our champion has birthed many Alicorns, haven’t thee?” Aventurine asked rhetorically, I could tell from her expression that she knew everything I’ve sired and given birth to.

“Yes, all four have had turns, three of them more than once.” I informed her anyway and I cooed as she rubbed my scalp between my ears, sending my long twin fluffy fox tails whirling in joy so fast I might’ve started to hover like Miles ‘Tails’ Prower if physics here were that loose.

“Good girl. Now then, Harmonia, you’re asking something dangerous. I may be a master fleshcrafter, but your body. It isn’t…” Aventurine gestured to Harmonia’s real body, made of crystal as it was and she visibly saddened, both her fleshy avatar and her true form. “But...there is someone who can help you. Quite easily. I thankfully happen to be his best friend.”

“Who?” I asked as I was tugged closer still to my Goddess, who then booped my snoot and all the building arousal was gone, my nipples stopped leaking and my mind cleared. “M-my Goddess?”

“Sex. Fertility…?” Ave led on and I sighed as I pulled Svartr back up over my breasts and tugged my red pajama top back down over my torso.

“Commerce, which means moderation.” I grumbled but cheered up as she patted my head again and scratched my massive fennec ears, causing me to do a Tails impression again.

“Good girl. Now, to answer your question; why not give him a call?” Aventurine held out her left hand. In it was an unassuming bronze nose ring of sorts, with stylish boars on it all facing one direction; widdershins. “Go on. Take it.”

At her urging, I took up the ring and was hit with an image of a pitch-black stallion with swirling blue-light blue eyes and a shaggy unruly mane. “If you need Asylum, someone to talk to, or if I can; direct assistance, then feel free to call upon me. Bronze Brave of Space, master of spatial distortion.” I shuddered at the delicious deep baritone tenor that practically vibrated me to my core. Woo! If his voice is that good! “Hello! I’m Willow, I’m a Champion of Aventurine’s. I could use your help apparently.”

“Apparently?” His voice thrummed in me, making me shiver before the ring flew off to the side, grew until it was big enough to be held like a weapon, then knocked against the air three times with a resounding wooden thud. The very air itself opened like a Door and out stepped...an 8-foot tall actual quadrupedal black alicorn stallion, with the fangs and wings of a thestral, a copy of the nose ring in his nostrils, along with spooky swirling blue eyes with no clear pupil. “Whoa...what is this place?” He looked around the shrine, drawing everyone’s attention mostly because he was a talking animal I guess. Basically all sapient species on this world are anthro.

“Hey Fat Douche!” Aventurine suddenly gushed, turning into a quadruped beautiful alicorn and tackled the slab of muscle in a hug, which he cheerfully returned with a laugh.

“Beanpole Douche! How’ve you been?! I haven’t seen you since I ate you out at the Gala. Nice iridescent tone there.” The way my Goddess tittered, blushed, and shied away from him made me gawk. Who was this guy to make a damn Goddess of Sex shy of him?!

“Aw, you’re just saying that. I know you’re straight as a ruler.” Aventurine purred, fluttering her eyes at him and he countered by kissing her nose, making her giggle.

“Technically, there is no such thing as a perfectly straight object, only the illusion of such.” He then turned his swirly eyes to me and I felt small. Like I was standing before a goliath. “So are you Willow? The one who summoned me?”

“Y-yes! Yes. That’s me, yep.” Why am I so nervous? Every instinct in me is telling me to run. “I’m Willow! Undead Champion to fight Corruption and um, I, um, I'm wearing my friend and lover Svartr as my underwear.” Why are there so many gods? Geez, no wonder they’re so inclined to try and enslave us lesser creatures if they’re even nearly a quarter as powerful as Bronze feels. Wait what? Why do I feel resentment against all gods suddenly? Svartr, do you have repressed rebellious notions against your rulers?

“Um...no? Not really?” Uh...okay, I’ll figure that out later. “By the way, could you calm down? You’re puddling in me and it may be tasty, but it’s a bit much.” Sorry if I’m-!

“I can see why Ava made you her champion. You have the body for it.” Bronze Brave’s words confused me, how could he know that?

“Um, it’s Aventurine now Bronze.” My Goddess stated as they approached Harmonia and me, but I instinctively backed away from the oddly terrifying stallion. My odd retreat was thankfully stopped by Harmonia placing a hand on my shoulder. I guess she could tell I wasn’t in Harmony.

“Why can’t you just keep one name? From now on I’m going to call you Wild Style until you finally figure yourself out.” I snorted in humor at his Lego Movie reference. “So, what is it you need? I have all of eternity, but I prefer to get things done as quickly as possible.”

“It’s more what I need.” Harmonia declared, stepping forward and rubbing her belly and milk-leaking breasts, which the stallion didn’t even blink at. Then again, he is an actual pony, not anthro. He probably doesn’t find her attractive. “I asked Aventurine to help my body produce fruit to purify a magical taint we have here called Corruption, as well as make my body grow breast bulbs to make nourishing nectar. She said she couldn’t help me there because my true form isn’t flesh.” Harmonia gestured to her tree body and Bronze hummed.

“Interesting. I’ll need a sample of this ‘Corruption’ to know how to design the fruit. By the time I’m done, then Wild Style could take it from there.” Bronze nodded to Aventurine, who nodded in agreement. “Because by then, you’ll be a hybrid of crystal and flesh, much like the crystal ponies. I’ll also need a quite substantial amount of flesh to graft into you. I doubt you’re willing to provide living sacrifices.” I blinked at his request and groaned.

“I just recently had enormous amounts of both Corruption and flesh available! By now it’s likely gone. Ugh. I’ve got another target I can aim for that can provide more, can you hang around until that’s done?” I can’t believe this. Damn quests having similar requirements not lining up!

“I just said I basically have all eternity. So, let’s talk shop Wild Style. I’m still learning my craft after all.” Bronze started chatting up his friend as I sullenly walked back through the portal to the former demon fort and swam across towards the camping soldiers.

“Gods this is annoying. Hey, you two.” I said as I climbed out of the swimming pool, getting dirt and sand stuck to me as I approached. “Yuck, hey, why did you stay here-?”

“Willow~!” I jolted at hearing my ghostly black wolf-slime lover call, so I turned to see another Svartr rushing towards me from the fort’s only building. She looked bloated and was jiggly in the middle until she pounced on me, turning into her full armor. “I’m sure I can handle some of your bigger sizes now love~!” Svartr purred as she made herself contour to me almost skin-tight like an actual symbiote suit and showing me off to the two males, making them both look uncomfortable.

“Svartr! But if you’re here then-” I was interrupted as she made me look as lewd as possible, getting tighter and tighter, outlining my every feature even better than if I was naked. “S-Svartr what’s going on~?!”

“Ah. I should’ve thought better about that. Sorry. I split off a portion of myself to go home and rest and left most of me here to keep feasting on my corrupted kin. Please jump into the water and purify the majority of me before I reconnect.” What kind of bullshit-nope. Not going to think about it! I jumped into the water to purify her and felt the Svartr acting as my undies squirm through my pajamas and rejoin the majority of her mass.

Irritatingly enough, she didn’t stop making me look ultra-nude but at least she stopped trying to look like vacuumed black latex. “Sorry about that.” I huffed as I got out of the water near them again, this time the dirt and sand didn’t stick. I love how convenient it is to have my amorphous lover around.

“What are you doing?” Berserker asked in a shaky voice as I bulked up to 15 feet, Svartr clinging to me perfectly now, but unable to make more than thin armor.

“I’m trying to get ready for combat,” I replied as I started switching my states over even as Svartr revealed my groin when it reached around the same level as their eyes. “Please stop that!” I yelped at my lover.

“Why is she doing that?” Berserker questioned uncomfortably.

“I don’t know. She just ate a ton of her kind that was Corrupted to get some mass. I think she’s showing off.” I huffed and pinched the symbiote-like armor, only to get a giggle.

“Sheesh.” He groaned in annoyance, while Hunter shifted around.

“You two like it~,” Svartr said from my lips as she removed herself from the front half of my yoga-ball sized breasts and wiggled them about without using my arms, dripping milk onto the sand.

“...Too much.” Berserker grumbled. “About that Purifier Pool, does it work?” He asked me, trying to change the subject.

“Yes.” I said as Hunter watched Svartr show me off as I tried to cover my body. I really don’t appreciate her playing with my body right now. It isn’t the time and what did she do with the pajamas I was wearing? Oh, right...they’re torn to bits. I keep forgetting that not all things I wear change size with me. Why do I forget that so often? Well, clothes are just a polite thing for society, right? Wait, am I an exhibitionist?

Snorting, both Doom Marines moved over to the Pool, jumped into it, and swam towards the middle. Once there, they both let their bodies be submerged. A few moments later they surfaced, Berserker sighing in relief after they were cleansed of the Corruption.

“Aw, I thought they liked you!” Svartr huffed with my lips-wait, why are you fully formed over my whole body besides the front of my tits anyway?! I pouted as the two got out of the pool and approached me. Berserker specifically got in front of me and shamelessly scanned me from ear-tip to paws. Hm? So you do like the way I look?

“We do, but we would rather be clear-headed.” Berserker stated clearly. “Not to mention, I would prefer if she were to give a show on her own. Not having someone else show her off.”

“Okay,” Svartr said, before turning into the same simple but elegant dress she had us in when meeting the nobles. How can she have enough mass to make this dress when she can’t form thicker armor? “Here’s how she looks in a dress, boys!”

“So, what now?” Hunter asked with his datapad held up for my sake.

I smirked and began to slowly undress for them. First I unbuttoned my top slowly and bit my lip as I jiggled and squeezed my gigantic boobs.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Berserker asked me uneasily.

“You said you wanted a show?” I blinked in confusion. Didn’t they just ask me to give them one?

“But I didn’t mean now!” Berserker nearly yelped in bafflement.

“But...oh...uh...sorry.” I muttered as I blushed in embarrassment. “We need to go for the next fort.” I told them as Sabrina finally left the fort’s only building. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and approached with a hand mirror. “What do you have there?”

“A looking glass.” The blond multi-breasted cat answered and tossed it up at me where it slid right into my bosom. Two points!

Berserker and Hunter looked at each other, before looking back at me. “So, the next fort?” Berserker said to clearly get us back on track.

“Yes. Lead on our witchy woman!” I cheerfully declared and Sabrina snorted in amusement before she took the lead out of the large main gates.

“Are all the forts the same, or different?” Berserker questioned our guide.

“All are the same, though those running them vary from year to year.” Sabrina replied dutifully.

“What about that mirror? Where did you find it?” Berserker asked the sand witch, who shrugged.

“I was eating breakfast and a disturbing rabbit-wolf dropped it.” Sabrina informed him as she looked at the morning sun, turned I guess West-NorthWest, then continued leading us into the desert.

“I fucking knew it. Willow, the Mirror, now!” Berserker demanded when he held his hand out to me. Well, that’s no way to ask for something!

“Excuse me? What do you say when you ask someone to do something?” I asked in a patronizing tone, only for him to growl and I rolled my eyes. “Okay, you big baby.” I huffed, reached into my cleavage, then tossed the mirror over at him. I enjoyed seeing him fumble with it. Ass.

“He said it was a gift. It is a special mirror indeed. I looked normal in it.” Sabrina touched her lower set of breasts a bit sadly. Huh...I guess in their quest to save the world, the Sand Witches had to make sacrifices.

“Have a look at my reflection.” Berserker told us and turned his back to us with it aimed at his face. When I looked into it from over his shoulder I was surprised when I saw his reflection. Instead of his helmet, I saw the face of a red wolf, with scales around his green eyes and along the top of his muzzle. He also had spikes along his eyebrows, four on each side.

“Oh...you’re handsome.” I complimented him. He may be an asshole, but the hot ones tend to be. Now if only he could stop being a jerk and treat people with respect.

“Thanks.” Berserker puffed up at my praise.

“Hey, you may have been mean to me, but are you sure we can’t~?” I hinted as I wriggled my body, feeling my hot box practically dripping under my too-hot skirt. Wait, why am I still in a dress Svartr?

“Because you’re pretty?” Aw, thanks Svartr!

“Can’t what?” Berserker questioned and I sighed in annoyance. Goddess, this man! He’s both rude and dense!

“Roll around in the sand?” I was starting to get irritated. Then it seemed Svartr realized that a dress was too much for the desert and turned into a bikini. A, uh, rather insubstantial bikini, that was basically floss aside from the tiny bits covering my mound and my areola. Uh...Svartr? You could, uh, be a bit more covering now that you have more mass? Please? Svartr?

“Tempting. Very tempting. But, you know we can’t. Not yet, anyway.” Berserker answered much to my dissatisfaction. I was then surprised when he handed back the mirror. “If Runner gave that to the cat-girl and she gave it to you, then he clearly knows something is up. You can hold on to that for now.”

“Oh...alright.” I agreed in bemusement and put the mirror back in my cleavage. Our party then fell into silence on the journey to the next fort. It took about half the day before we were assaulted by a group of demons that seemed to have holed up in another small cave.

When the encounter began, I equipped my axe and pistol as Svartr shifted around into armor. This time the demons were composed mostly of busty succubi, this group wielding ranged weapons like old rifles with bayonets. “Hunter, you have the overwatch?” I asked as I took aim with my infinite ammo pistol. Hey, it may have infinite ammo, but if I don’t aim I’ll never hit anything.

With a nod of his head, he knelt down and pulled out a very big gun. OMG, my nerdiness is showing! I could immediately tell it was a Lascannon, a laser beam cannon that fires superheated beams of focused energy meant to melt through heavy armor and flesh, a weapon from the Warhammer 40K universe.

Hunter took aim at one of the most heavily armored demons, a ten-foot-tall omnibus carrying heavy weapons herself, such as a crank-operated Gatling gun. Of course, there were other demons in the way, but he still pulled the trigger. The massive red beam of light vaporized anything that was in its line of fire, including the heavy herself, leaving nothing in its wake. This came as quite a shock for the demons that were charging us, making them stop for only a few costly seconds.

Berserker was up next, who was also using another heavy weapon from that same universe, though it was entirely different. He was using an Autocannon, an automatic, self-loading heavy ballistic weapon, firing large shells at a preferable rate of fire. While it lacked the heavy punch like the Lascannon, it still did its job well, laying down suppressive fire as the enemy tried to charge at us again, ripping through them and spilling their blood and guts onto the sand.

Although, it seems that he was firing that weapon in short controlled bursts. I don’t blame him seeing as how much kick that gun has whenever fired. Anyway, while Hunter focused on taking out the heavies with his Lascannon, we thinned out the rest while also covering Hunter.

“Sabrina! Can you create some cover for us?!” Berserker asked the Sand Witch, yelling over the loud bangs of his Autocannon and gunfire.

“I’ll do you one better.” Sabrina smirked before she began a chant as she danced, her body undulating erotically before her eyes shone for a brief instant. The sands beneath the remaining demons practically opened up like a gaping maw and their screams of terror were ended as it flowed back together like the waves of the ocean. We all stared at where the enemies once were and then nervously eyed the panting, sweaty catwoman. “What?” She asked as she took out a canteen and chugged what was clearly milk rather than water.

“Why didn’t you just do that before? Besides the obvious?” Berserker asked her.

“It’s exhausting, takes a bit of time to cast and it can only be done over open desert with a lot of sand above the bedrock. The forts are all firmly built on high points in the earth’s stone.” Sabrina informed us before taking the canteen to a breast and casually squirting milk into it under her robe. “Anyone thirsty? I forgot to ask if any of you needed a top-up.”

Berserker and Hunter looked at each other, the latter shrugging his shoulders before he turned to her and nodded. “Sure.” Berserker answered and both of the Doom Marines took off their helmets, showing us their human faces. Both of their hair and eyes were the same colour. Their hair was silvery white and their eyes were blood red. Hunter’s hair was tied up in a tidy high knot, not quite a bun, while Berserker’s was messy and spiky. Holy shit, they ARE stereotypical shounen manga protagonists! So edgy!

Their faces were different too, besides Berserker’s being covered in scars, while Hunter barely had any on his own. Apparently, Hunter was half Japanese and half Native American, while Berserker was caucasian and Maori from their respective skin tones. Omigawd~ so bishounen~! Total husbando material!

“Well, give me your canteens boys. Unless you feel like drinking straight from the tap first.” Sabrina casually added on, acting as if such a thing wasn’t sensual at all. Their response was the hand over their canteens. “Ym klim lliw hsiruon su.” Sabrina intoned, then gasped when her breasts bulged outwards a cup size larger and began gushing milk into her robe before she put the canteens to her two lower nipples. This was all still under her tan robe until they were full and she handed them back. “There you go, boys. Any for you Willow?”

“How can you do that and not find it sexual?” I mean, sure, she gasped when her boobs filled with more milk, but other than that it was business as usual.

“Hm?” The way Sabrina tilted her head and her ears twitched under her shawl made her look incredibly adorable. I suddenly wanted to snuggle the kitty. “It’s something my people do...or rather, have been forced to do over the decades of running, hiding, and rationing as we sought out an answer to the demons.” She cupped her lower pair of breasts and looked sad. “We aren’t born with four breasts. It is something we are forced to do to make more milk for the coven. For the desert. Each woman must make at least twice as much milk.”

We didn’t have much to say to that, but it resolved my plans to help her people repopulate and heal this land. If possible, I think I would like to remove their need to grow multiple breasts somehow since it upsets the pretty titty kitty.